Creation

Haven || Resident || 24 || Submissive   Nothing you can make that can't be made

[dailycisco]

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[noahduval-deactivated20190314]

    I heard they have a movie room and that it’s huuuge! Is that true?!

[havening-ram-blog]

It’s true. It’s totally true. I’m a fan of the pool, myself. 

[ionlywishyouwould-deactivated20]

“I like that you’re giving me this much credit. Or yourself - I’m not yet sure which one is it.” Murphy laughed, reaching back for his own seat belt, the SUV purred softly under his touch  and his lips stretched into a happy smile. He loved that car. It took a lot from its master – it looked large and intimating but nothing short of comfortable and secure. 

One hand tossed over her seat Murphy looked back to pull out.

“I was thinking to make this easier maybe I can share something with you and then you can do the same back. A bit like 20 questions, hm?” He shrugged. “So it’s not just me talking about myself all night.”

[havening-ram-blog]

Haven smiled again, relaxing a little more as he laughed. “A little of both, I guess. Probably mostly you. I just am trying... lots of new things lately. This whole place is full of that.” The car was large, making Haven feel small in the seat, like standing beside Murphy or Tucker did. They were just so big.

“I mean, that’s fine. I can give you directions. I’ll have to think about it while we eat.” She’d grown up here, after all. She’d have to come up with a way to sum things up. Not that she could go home. Not with how her mother was being right now. 

[havening-ram-blog]

Haven Ingram Moodboard (3/?)

+ Silence

[tuckerwarners]

Grilled Cheese Chats |

[tuckerwarners]

    Tucker listened to Haven as he chewed, barely grimacing as the water slid down his throat. There were parts of being holistically healthy that Tuck liked, and parts he really didn’t. That meant choking down stuff like kale and mineral water, and whatever. Of course he didn’t buy into every major trend or craze that dominated the health scene. That would be nonsensical. Still, he liked to create a balance for himself. “I think there’s ups and downs to being each,” Tuck commented offhandedly at the discussion of classification. He cleared his throat and made himself count to twenty in his head before he even thought about picking up his second grilled cheese. They were delicious, and he could eat a lot.

    “You’d be surprised,” said Tucker. “People are more willing to pay for a sub to take classes and get degrees than you think.” He let his head totter on his neck for a minute. “Granted, it’s a little like affirmative action, but there’s a recognition in both academia and professional society that if they don’t have submissives in the workforce and artisan classes? They’re not with the times. The good thing about the more Liberal government right now is that they control a majority public funding. Lemme tell you. Being classist? Ain’t good for business.”

    The second sandwich was in his hands before he could stop himself, and he took a big bite. He paused, but this time to pour himself some whole milk. He bought local, of course, and whole milk was better for you. “Anyway, that’s also what this house is for. Connecting you to resources. See…you could just get a regular job, and save up some money, and be back out there, workin’ a 9 to 5, if that’s what you want. That’s not the real beauty of this place. The real beauty is that here? You’re pretty well connected.” Tucker grinned. “So I’ll tell you what. In about a week, maybe a little more, I’m going to a benefit for a few local charities. One of the people going is an ex-educator turned grant writer. I’ll get you in the door, but you gotta do the work of impressing her. Little hint? She likes people who do their research.”

    Tuck took a few more hallowed bites, and stood up, stretching his arms wide toward the ceiling and scrunching his face. He groaned and shook his head. “That’s the best meal I’ve had this week. Thanks,” he said. Tucker sat, not yet ready to call it a night, despite how tired he was. “So, what kind of research do you plan on doing?” He would nudge her along the right path, if he could. Though, Haven was plenty capable, and he could tell that just by talking to her.

[havening-ram-blog]

Haven nodded, sure he was right, but sometimes, it was hard to see the ups to being a submissive. Sometimes, though, she had to remind herself that there was nothing that stopped her from doing anything. Nothing and no one. And woe to those who tried to tell her otherwise. 

Pressing her lips together, Haven leaned over on her crossed knees and said, “Tucker, I’m a token at best in almost every case. Tokens are a dime a dozen, you know? It’s exactly like affirmative action, but that only works for a few people and the rest get left out in the cold.” She was well familiar with being left out in the cold. 

Nodding, she cleared her throat. “I mean, that much I know. I know that this place... It’s not a way house. It’s not where you just rest before going back to do the same thing all over again, right? I read up. I know stuff, I do.” Chewing her lip, she studied the dominant for a long moment. She was silent until he finished eating, only tipping her head when he thanked her. For the first time, it wasn’t just a steely reserve of stubbornness in her eyes. It was a little light of hope. “I... what kind of research? Like about the things I want to go to school for? I don’t need to do more research on that, I’ve done that research. What sorts of things do you think would be more useful for her to have?”

[havening-ram-blog]

All of the above.

That’s a tall order, sweetheart. Okay, so, the world, I wish that ‘equal’ meant equal. I’m a black, poor, female submissive. None of those things, historically, have had much of a leg up in the world from the start. 

The house. Um... I don’t know? I really like the house. I think Tucker’s got a good head on his shoulders and knows what he’s doing. Maybe more step stools. I’m working on that though. 

Me? I’d rather have been a switch. I don’t know. I don’t know who I’d have been if I wasn’t me the way I am, so I don’t think I’d want to change anything. As hard as things are, I don’t like taking those kinds of chances.

[havening-ram-blog]

One thing you wish was different?

About what? There’s lots of ways I could go with that. About the house, the world, me? What do you mean, sugar?

[ionlywishyouwould-deactivated20]

“For a little while?” Murphy teased with a sly smirk, a small cluck rolled off his tongue. Momentary trust was more than he could ask anyway. “It’s not such a bad thing, trying things you aren’t used to.”  

Murphy led the way towards his car, keys jingling between his fingers as he walked to the other side to open the door for her before settling himself behind the wheel.

“Today was supposed to be about me sharing things with you. Something that means something for me, but in all honesty, I figured between this place and the pool if you are not bored to tears by the end of the night I’ll count myself a lucky man.” Murphy chuckled, rolling the keys to start the engine.

[havening-ram-blog]

“A little while. I never trust anybody right off the bat, but I can like them plenty until I figure out whether to trust them or not.” The easy teasing relaxed her again, the smile growing a little wider on her face. “I try new things sometimes. Just not usually so many things all at once.”

The car was nice, very nice, but a little intimidating. It didn’t really fit the man she’d gotten to know so far, but she hadn’t really gotten to know very much in real life. He could be as much of a rights activist as he wanted and still be a liar or a cheat. She was willing to bet he was pretty sweet, though. 

“I doubt very much that you’re going to bore me as much as you think you are,” she assured him, buckling her seatbelt. “I’m pretty hard to bore and you’re probably more interesting than you think. Most people are.”

[ionlywishyouwould-deactivated20]

The corners of his mouth pull down in a sympathetic smile offerings of humor lurk there too. “Rude?” The man shook his head. “I wouldn’t think so. I mean personally, I go through a ridiculous amount of calories in a day so McDonalds is always an option. That being said I would very much like it to take you to somewhere a little bit more comfortable. And the food there is delicious, so maybe – if you give me a little bit of trust you wouldn’t be disappointed, hm?”

Murphy tipped his head again towards the door. “Shall we?”

[havening-ram-blog]

“I don’t really eat McDonald’s if I can help it,” Haven told him, shaking her head. “The place is really fine, really. I don’t mind. Just not something I’m used to is all.” Besides, Haven was very much a fake-it-until-you-make-it type of girl, and she did it terribly well. She always had. “I can trust you, just for a little while.”

She smiled again, a little more encouraging this time, and headed for the door with him. “We shall. Let’s go ahead and go.”

[ionlywishyouwould-deactivated20]

Murphy halted only for a second, words stumbled in his throat, fell backwards and never made it out his mouth, cursing himself inwardly for this unthinking act of idiocy on his part. Fancy, well that hadn’t been a word that even crossed his mind when he made the reservations, there hadn’t been someone telling him he ought to wait for a week or more for a table, surely now it dawned on him that probably his name alone was the reason for that. Busy. That was the cause. He had been busy between practice and the team and coaching the girls, he had been busy enough not to think this fully through.

Such an idiot.

“You are lovely.” Murphy insisted, his fingers secured to the wrist of her own where they are pressed holding onto him. And it was true – she had an easy beauty about her. Of course, Murphy had been enough years under enough spotlights to know that beauty was very rarely easy. Still, she didn’t need much to enhance what was already there. “There’s no need to change a single, trust me. But if you prefer to go somewhere else that wouldn’t be a problem. ”

[havening-ram-blog]

Haven turned back to look at him, a little skeptical at his assurance of how she looked. She couldn’t really say, honestly, whether or not he was right, or even truthful. She didn’t know him from Adam, and she’d never been to the place. Still, it was hard to just agree. She felt out of place even here, in this place full of men who were affluent enough that they could get reservations at the drop of a hat and go out to dinner casually or had known life. 

Finally, she nodded and offered a small smile. “No, no, it’s okay. If you say I look fine, I’m sure you’re right. Besides, it’s rude to back out on that, isn’t it? It’s fine, I’m gonna be a-okay with it.”

[travisxlowell]

“I can understand that somehow. But how about when a tree starts charging at me? I haven’t heard protocol for that just yet.” He nodded with a smile at the small expression of worry. “Okay good, and I’ll try my best not to lose any limbs or anything.” He started to type out the things that she had listed, though they seemed easy enough to remember, but it couldn’t hurt to have something to remind him that he still needed to pull everything together. “Alright, I think I can handle that. I’ll make sure to track you down and hit you up when I got everything.”

[havening-ram-blog]

Giving a mock serious nod and laying a hand over her heart, Haven nodded and promised, “As your registered Texan, I’m bound by duty to protect you from rampaging trees. Honorbound, even.” Her hand came up now to stop him. “No no, I’m not done. Bug spray and sunscreen, high SPF for your pretty pale skin, and probably a hat.”

[ionlywishyouwould-deactivated20]

Looking at his feet as he waited for the door to open, Murphy quickly went through his plans feeling better when he knew just exactly what he had a grip over. The top of his shoes, however,  offered little help. When the door opened an easy smile flickered onto he swimmer’s face.

“Miss Ingram.” Murphy greeted, bouncing back on his feet. “You look lovely.” His mother had been a firm believer in raising her small army of sons with proper manners and a healthy dose of chivalry here and there in hopes that some day they might grow out of their oafish ways. One arm outstretched towards the end of the hall Murphy spoke. “I’m not really familiar with the area, but I figured reservations at Appétit wouldn’t be a bad idea. Besides – who doesn’t like comfort food, right?”

[havening-ram-blog]

“Thank you,” Haven replied with a tip of her head, though it was simple enough that she didn’t think it was a necessary compliment. Still, she appreciated it. Joining him in walking down the hall, she paused at the place. “ Appétit?” she echoed, surprised. “I- Oh. I’ve never been there, actually,” She’d only been to anyplace where reservations were even possible a handful of times. Anything one could describe as high end was usually just out of reach for her. Actually, entirely out of reach, but who’s counting?

“Right, okay, so... fancy dinner. Am I dressed for that? What kind of dress are you supposed to wear to a place like that?” She turned, frowning at her door and putting a hand on his arm. “Do I need to change? I can change. It wouldn’t take long.” She wasn’t what she would call vain, but all of a sudden, it seemed like she needed much more make up, a better dress, maybe some actual jewelry. Dammit.

[travisxlowell]

“Yeah, but what’s the poit if I don’t come back with battle scars from the great outdoors? Like a puma or a renegade branch or something like that?” He questioned while he puffed out his chest for a more masculine appearance. “Though bug bites I can get anywhere and can do without, so I will in fact take you up on that piece of advice.” He started to pull out his phone, opening up some sort of note taking program and looking up at her. “Alright, I’ve got my pen and paper, go ahead and shoot.”

[havening-ram-blog]

“If we run into a puma in Central Texas, I’m leaving. Like right away, I’m just gonna up and leave. Don’t know where I’m going, but I’m leaving,” Haven laughed. “And if you come back with your life, you oughtta be given a medal. I’ll make sure to grab a first aid kit, though, just in case.” Tapping her chin, she moved to lean on the nearest table. “Well, for one you’re gonna need hiking boots or shoes and some light clothes, something thin enough you wont’ burn up. And a canteen or something. A camelback would be better, but they’re expensive as heck.”

[beautifulballad]

Happy 28th Birthday Candice Patton!

[havening-ram-blog]

Building Shit || Ethan/Haven

@mr-ethan-parker

Finding power tools was a godsend, but not really a surprise. The place had been remodeled and re-remodeled, she knew, before they all moved in. The tools belonging to the house made as much sense as about anything else, really. What she didn’t think she’d find, however, was any kind of wood to build with. It was pure luck that a palette of fertilizer for the grounds was delivered and she managed to convince (read: charm) the men working there into giving that over and saving future palettes for her use. 

Dragging the wood into the garage she set to work. In a house full of giants, she needed more things to stand on. With the buzzsaw going, breaking the wood down into something more raw, she didn’t hear anyone coming out to see what the noise was.

[crafticland]

Morning thoughts. 💭🎨 http://ift.tt/1ULAwSO

[jhaross-john]

Yeah, I have a cat. She’s my big orange baby. Dangly things will make you friends, but if you give her a belly rub, you’ll be best friends.

[havening-ram-blog]

Best friends, then. I want to be her best friend. I’m so gonna find her. And then eventually bring her back, but I’m so gonna find her. What did you say her name was?