Crossroads of Revolution

"The state of New Jersey is really two places - terrible cities and wonderful suburbs." - Harlan Coben {remake of my blog for the personification of NJ}

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mrunitedstates:

      Most of his diet consisted of leftovers and store-bought items (he usually went to Costco or Sam’s to pick up heavy-duty boxes that’d last him a month), thus explaining his lack of cooking skills; the last time he’d attempted baking, it took him a couple tries per usual to produce a satisfactory cake, and he hadn’t bothered with homemade icing since he tended not to invest time in things with high failure rates. 

      “You’re probably a better cook than me, so we could maybe try something harder today. Something that involves more than shoving food into the oven and watching it rise.” 

      He ended up hugging three half-gallon milk containers to his chest while balancing a bag of goldfish on top of them because he couldn’t choose between regular, strawberry, and chocolate. How indecisive. 

      “I’ll visit more.” Highfives weren’t an option (both his hands were occupied), so he leaned forward to give her an affectionate…headbutt(?) “I don’t really have favorites, but if I did, you’d definitely be one of ‘em.” 

“You’re putting a lot of faith in my abilities,” She teased with a small grin, lifting her chin after a moment “Thankfully you’re right. I’m pretty talented in a kitchen.”

She snorted, watching the balancing act for a moment before taking the goldfish and one of the jugs out of his arms and setting them in her basket (because she knows how to shop like a civilized person). At least this way he wouldn’t be able to make a mess in the store.

“Good, you should.” She happily squinted her eyes at the headbutt and smiled up at him. A strange show of affection, sure, but she’ll take what she can get. “I bet you say that to all the ladies, boss man.”

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capitalinthenorth:

[Smiles as he goes back to dressing all twelve of them up.] You’re only jealous because you don’t have chickens to put sweaters on.

[Snorts and grabs one of the pretty ladies to put a sweater on her] I don’t need to put sweaters on chickens, I have Pumpkin for that.

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[He’s putting sweaters on his chickens. They look cozy.]

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[Emrick. Babe. Why do you do the things you do.]

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[He see her judging him. He does not care for this judgment.]

[Scowls.] Are you going to help or just stand there and be a hypocrite.

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[Good, it’s not like she’s hiding the judgement.]

[Snorts] Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I’ll help.

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[He’s putting sweaters on his chickens. They look cozy.]

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[Emrick. Babe. Why do you do the things you do.]

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brimaquonx replied to your post: [She’s gonna toss a treat in the air blindly....

[ That crowd being Sean. ]

[good. here, Sean, your turn.]

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mrunitedstates:

      “Understood.” She sounded so matter-of-fact that he dropped the topic quicker than a flaming hot pan of bagel bites. “Great Value benefits others. Great Value is great.”

      That look just now caused him to glance down at the soup cans in his hands, doubt coating his gaze—it reminded him of the time a student he’d met through his current VP’s enthusiastic uninvited introduction who spoke so passionately about her hate for tomato soup that she’d disrupted the classroom next door. He liked that kid.

      “Righto. To the dairy aisle we go.” Dark blue converse sneakers pattered against the dirty white tile as he fast-walked toward the milk section. Upon arrival, he couldn’t decide whether he wanted strawberry milk (his favorite), chocolate milk (his second favorite), regular milk, or all three. 

      “Hey, wanna make something with me when we get back?” he asked, obviously stalling. “Also, this is kinda late, but it’s good to see you again. Been a while.”

“Great Value has great value. You see what I did there.” She snorts at herself and glances down at his soup for a moment. “Why do you like the canned stuff anyway, tomato soup tastes better fresh. I mean most things do, but that especially.”

While following along behind him, Sammy paused a moment to grab a few yogurt choices- if he was going to take forever picking milk, she had to keep herself busy somehow. And yogurt could be a good snack if you wanted to try eating healthy while fooling yourself into thinking you were eating junk food. Which was, of course, always the ideal when it came to food.

“I will never pass up an opportunity to cook, my guy. What are you thinking of making?” She looked at him curiously, trying to figure out what he could want to cook right then. Obviously probably not something involving milk. “It’s good to see you again too. You should visit me more often. I’m obviously your favorite.” That is, of course, a joke.

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[She’s gonna toss a treat in the air blindly. Pumpkin catches it.]

[and the crowd goes wild]

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i want to rp but d a n g

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me: im going to rp today

my terrible horrible uterus: think again

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oldlineisms:

🦀 - “… God got bored and made a killer waterpark? Well I guess that’s God’s new way of talking to us now.”

“Yep. Sometimes the big man up in the sky’s just. Gotta remind us who’s boss.”

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me: says im going to answer things today like a gODDAMN LIAR

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since its christmas eve, im gonna be busy for the next few days so no replies until tuesday probably!!

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“What’s with this ‘Great Value’ bullshit?” 

      They currently populated the ‘canned foods’ isle at a Walmart with 3 other shoppers. In his hand was a proper brand (Campbell’s) and a Great Value knockoff of tomato soup. There existed jobs for creating flavors as close to the original brand’s flavor as possible. Jobs. Can you believe it? Those phony chemists. 

      “Anyhoo, you find what you need yet? I still gotta go buy more milk.”

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“Not everyone can buy name brand shit. Easier to have store brand. It costs less and you can actually use it for WIC checks.”

She glanced at the cans in his hand, wrinkling her nose. Regardless of brand, tomato soup needed to be homemade or it tasted weirdly like metal. Gross. She turned her eyes back to the soups before grabbing the few she wanted (name brand, of course, despite knowing the use of store brand, she wasn’t a heathen) and waving her hand. 

“I’m all set. Lead the way, boss man.”

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buck-eye:

» He rolls his eyes then snorts. ❝  ew, Sean…I might actually feel bad for him now. ❞  He then snatches the map from her and shoves it in his pocket, not caring about crumpling it one bit. He smiles and shrugs again.  ❝ True, and how about we get going? I’m really wanting to see those fish. ❞  Jacob claps his hands together and turns on his heels.  ❝ You coming? ❞  He muses over his shoulder.

She snorts and sets her hands on her hips. “I am not a terrible person to hang out with, thank you very much. See if you get Christmas cookies this year.” She laughs when he snatches the map and turns to walk along with him, grinning after a moment. “You’re not going to see the fish going this way. You’re headed in the complete opposite direction. Toward Cooper. Come on, I’ll get you there, follow me.”

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on this day 242 years ago people in greenwich nj took the boston tea party to the next level and burned a shit ton of tea

im so glad

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buck-eye:

» Jacob stays still as she takes the map from him, a smirk staying on his face. He shrugs.  ❝  it is?, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see how the day plays out.  ❞ He smiles a little wider at his teasing toward her. His eyes wander around for a second, then go back to her.   ❝ You think? how insightful you are, huh ❞  He stifles a laugh, then puts his hands in his pockets.  ❝ Eh, i’ve been meaning to go, but you know how some things work out, especially if you’re lazy. ❞

She snorts and taps his forehead with the map. “It’s totally your most lucky day. You get to spend the whole day with me. Usually that’s Sean’s job.” She snorts and crosses her arms. “Well it is Camden. Really, how can anything make Camden worth it. Like. It’s Camden.” Really, who’s going to just go to Camden. Terrible. “Shit, dude, don’t excuse yourself. How often do I really go chill at your place? It’s chill.”