The rules are: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

My secret lesbian lover requested the following...

Mocha - It is the motor that runs my day. And not just coffee, I'm not a caffeine junkie much. Mochas are my vice: they make me fat, they taste SO GOOD, and they're three and a half bucks but I'm worth it. It's cheap therapy in a warm cardboard sleeve cup.

El Lay - There's really no other city in the world like it. There's this saying that everyone belongs there because nobody does? SO true. It's just...this pulsing mass of humanity that you can get lost in no matter how bad you stick out. It's home for the ones that don't have one.

Writer - Words are like Legos, you can build great things with them. I firmly believe that, and that's why I do what I do. I'm just a big kid building big towers with 'antidisestablishmentarianism' and 'chlorofluorocarbonation.' :P

Cherry chapstick (as in "I KIISSED A GURL AN I LIIIKED EEET" ;) - YES, BEE, I QUOTED YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE HOT FOR MY BOD. BWAH! I actually don't use it. I like another flavor better. Which? COME KISS ME AND FIND OUT YOU TROLLOP!

Mother - the pay sucks, the hours are horrible...but the rewards are eternal. My little man made me a better person just by existing. He creates more problems than he solves, he's messy, loud, and hard to care for...but I am caring for him and doing a damn good job of it. Forget Army Strong, I'm Mommy Strong and that means more to me than anything.

What City Should You Live In?
	You should live in New York City. America's largest city will ensure that you will blend into the crowd. You are the brooding type--introspective, creative, and eccentric--and NYC's cutting-edge, individualistic culture and ambience will appeal to you.
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The official word?

WE RULE.

That is all. :P

OMG. SHE POSTS. SHE LIVES AND BREATHES AND STUFF. :p

Sooo, maybe you've noticed how quiet Rian's been. Fact is, the muse kind of keeled over and passed out on me. It happens, and it happened to Rian. This is what comes from giving a muse too much sugar.

To that end, I'm making an attempt to get her back on her feet again. Rian is being injected into her grandfather's new 'verse, "Unfathomable." In this 'verse, she will be straddling several fandoms, and loosely interacting with Artie's stories in a background fashion. Meanwhile, she will be living and working in New York with her little boy and reconnecting with some friends, including one Baileigh Solis (deep_red_bells).

Why? Because the notion woke her up and interested her. It's going to be very relaxed, goofs and giggles type stuff, and hopefully allow me to redirect and rejuvenate my girl. If she starts talking to me more again, I'm going to see if I can refocus my energies on her other 'verses and compatriots. Miss her? Want her? Brimming with ideas? Rian and I are always available on IM at FreakLoverBaxter. All entries will be tagged and labeled neatly and all that good stuff. Otherwise? Thank you for your time, and be sure to tip your waitresses.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled Friday, already in progress.

THE RULES:
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I'll respond by asking you five personal questions about your character/muse so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the completely honest answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.

From my secret lesbian lover, Bee:

1) Object you never want to be without?

I have a necklace that was hers, but I'd have to say one of my mom's old sweaters. I keep it stashed away in a gigantic Ziploc bag because it still sorta smells like her. I can just open it up, touch it and breathe and it's almost like I can remember her.

2) Goal that you WILL reach come hell or high water?

Making out. With you. In front of your boyfriend. I'm not even playing anymore, we're DOING this. :P

3) Favorite activity?

Toss up between sex and thrift store shopping.

4) First thing you would buy if a ton of money was dumped in your lap?

Define a ton, because seriously: I would RULE if I could buy all my bestest friends a car.

5) What was your favorite snack as a child?

Was, is, and always will be dill pickles. I don't know why, but I have always loved dill pickles. When I was little, it was 'cause they made me pucker up but didn't sting like raw lemons did. I was a weird kid.

The Blind Date ♥ Meme

The link? Is for my granddad.My grandma totally put it there. COME MAKE HIM BLUSH. :P

Oh, and she said I had to do it, too, so here's my thread, too. JEALOUS BOYFRIEND TIME, WHEE! :p

1 - OH! Did you hear the rimshot?!
2 - GLEE!
3 - Exsqueeze me, baking powder?
4 - I'm not really a dumb blonde, I just play one on TV.
5 - I love my insert adored one here.
6 - As I will, so let it be. (Okay, so only when I'm casting spells? Kinda hokey, but it can lend to the rhythm of a spell, which actually has some influence on how effective it is.)
7 - Whuddup, chicken butt?
8 - What say, Sexy Boos! (Okay, only to Noah, and only when he's shirtless. Otherwise, it's...)
9 - Get the FIREHOUSE! (Blame Joey for the KISS reference...again, only to Noah, 'kay?)
10 - WANT.

Rian Baxter
Original Character

...he emails you a picture and the subject simply says "Thinking of you, my pretty kit," and THIS is the picture in question:



MAI NOBUL STEED. LET ME SHOW YOU HIM.

And yes, I am so an orange tabby kitten, and Ru? Your hair is silver and pretty, but you are a big black tom. I have spoken. No arguing.

I have the best pucá ever. Pucás? Pluralization, people! Anyone? Bueller?

Awesome wasn’t the word for it.

“You’re seriously either ripping me off or I’m fully rocking my mojo today.” Rian breathed, setting AJ on his feet to toddle across the bare, expansive dining room as she turned to face the man standing a few feet away. “Tell me my mojo is rocking?”

Her companion laughed, revealing a glimpse of fang that left her untroubled. “You’re not being ripped off, Rian. That I guarantee you. Texas isn’t exactly the world’s most Paranormal-friendly state, that’s the only reason I’m moving.”

“And the price?”

“The ‘family discount’ here is minimal. Sure, I know your grandfather, but I didn’t pay that much when I bought it, and I’m not hurting for the cut. Besides, it’s admittedly a fixer upper…”

He wasn’t kidding about that. The problem were all fairly minimal, though. Joss had shown her the leaky water heater, the water damage that felled the ceiling in one room upstairs, and was including the cost of new pipes in the price of the house.

Still, it was a three bedroom, two and a half bathroom house perfectly located about three and a half miles from the local fire station in Magnolia, Texas. It was big, it was affordable, and it was just shabby enough to be beautiful to her. Fixing it up, making it her own, giving her plenty of room not only for herself and her family, but for another little family unit should they ever want to spend an extended amount of time in her company…

“So…family discount?”

“Family, Freak Lovers, and adoring fan, your last article in Undead America was thoroughly entertaining.”

“And that’s it?”

“That, and your granddaddy scares me.”

Giggling, Rian wrinkled her nose at him cutely…a little charm never hurt anyone after all, so what harm did it do to be a little bit adorable?

“Joss, you are a sweetie pie fang face and my granddad is a fool to have ever let you move so far away from SoCal. Still? If not for you moving, I would miss out on this awesome house…did I mention it was awesome?”

“So you’ll take it?”

Turning once on her heel, she watched as AJ stomped around and giggled, enjoying the echo of the empty room.

“Wrap it up, Jossy. I’ll take it.”

Muse: Rian Baxter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 387

1. If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?
Noah better not try to marry me.

2. Do you trust all of your friends?
Well DUH. :P

3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?
There's a chance...must consult a sexy fireman first.

4. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?
Sure! There has to be a higher power moving the pieces around, shit like this can't be an accident.

5. Can you make a pound/dollar in change right now?
HELL yes, I am Coin Purse Queen. It's three of the forty pounds that my purse weighs.

( MEMAGE!! )

Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.

Granddad came over early to drive me around while my car's in the shop? So he snapped the pic and told me to say 'gorgonzola.'

( This is the result. )

AJ pointed at me and said I was pretty. I love my baby man.

He's almost three...I'm gonna have to cry or papoose-ify him to make him forever small and adorable. Meep!

Embarrassing? Quoi? I mean, don’t you need a sense of shame for that or something? I have none, so I guess the answer to that question would be…quoi?

Okay, so if I have to be straight up honest? I think the most embarrassing thing I ever did actually fits in pretty well with a question posed here a short while ago, one which I avoided like the plague because talking about politics gets me all fired up and…well. I was busy, and had no time for a classic Baxter Tirade, ‘kay?

Six months ago the press had a field day with pictures of me having lunch with Anita Holmes, founder of Human Standard. Normally it wouldn’t have been a big thing, but there was a local vote impending on Prop 17, which would have basically legalized a form of lycanthrope registration.

Human Standard is an anti-Paranormal group…see the problem?

It was seriously embarrassing to PFN, or so the board of directors told me, but I really didn’t give a rat’s ass. Believe it or not, Holmes is a good friend of mine despite our differing political views. Her organization is one of VERY few groups that actually fight their battles legally, civilly, and above all peacefully. They advocate Paranormal registration, tighter hiring restrictions within law enforcement and civil service industries, and fund research into a cure for lycanthropy.

They’re a legitimate civil rights group fighting on the opposite side of the fence, and they’re entitled to their own beliefs. Anita and I get along so well because although she’s an advocate of restricting Paranormal civil liberties, she’s a steadfast opponent of lycanthrope poaching and undead execution (staking corpses proven or suspected of vampiric contact, either through family consent or a legal will…it’s almost like a form of assisted suicide, and it’s full-on desecration of human remains).

Anyway, it was a huge fuss, but it went away. The proposition passed, but we’re fighting it still. And I still have lunch with Anita on occasion…we bitch at each other a lot about the future of that bill and the filibusters I would personally write to keep it from passing.

It’s goofy, I know, but I’m goofy…and often embarrassing. To others…did I mention the total lack of personal shame?

In cases like this, believe me: it’s very helpful.

Muse: Rian Baxter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 385

THE FIVE STEPS OF NEGOTIATING THE RELEASE OF A SNOT-COVERED STUFFED BAT FROM A THREE YEAR OLD:

1) Guarantee the safety of the stuffed bat. In gentle and modulated tones, assure the child that the item, whom we will call Bob the Bat for this example, will be perfectly safe no matter what the cost. Crossing hearts and hoping for death are advisable if the child is familiar with the severity of this pledge.

2) Explain the reasons for assuming custody of the stuffed bat. Maintain soothing tones as you outline the need to clean and disinfect Bob the Bat in order to prevent a relapse of the recent cold bug that resulted in all present snottiness. Go into as much detail as needed to ensure that the child is completely aware that you are not harming Bob the Bat.

3) Don’t be afraid of tough love. You may feel like a monster when you pry the screaming toddler’s fingers from the sacred comfort object, but remember that the crusty piece of stuffing and fur with wings is a hotbed of bacteria and must be cleansed. If you are a Paranormal, also remember that the last three days of stuffy running noses and relentless hacking have left you far too drained to simply zap the beloved monstrosity clean.

4) Bribery is legal. If you are dating a fireman, offer rides on his truck that will include permission to wear the shiny red fire helmet. If said fireman has a daughter, you are allowed to promise ice cream in the company of said daughter, especially if she is well versed in distracting a toddler with running commentary on ice cream consumption and preparation.

5) Evacuate. Once you have Bob the Bat, your time to complete the task at hand is limited before a full-blown tantrum results. Act quickly…your sanity, even your life may be on the line.

Muse: Rian Baxter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 316

I’m gonna go with my first well and truly cognizant memory here, because I have a few in the beginning. Whole bible rap, know what I mean? Light, smells, sounds…Mom, Dad, feelings and snippets. My first full memory, though, something I recall mostly completely? Happened when I was four.

My first memory is of blood. Drinking it.

Okay, I’m a freak, I’m a psycho, ew ew ew, get it off, she’s a maniac…I know. Get it out of your system. I was FOUR. Deal.

It was breakfast time, and I was eating Cream O’ Wheat with strawberries, my favorite. Yes, I’m a dork. Again: Deal, I was FOUR. Granddad was next to me, reading his paper and keeping an eye on me as I fed myself. This is code for get everything EVERYWHERE, but I was stubborn. I wanted to do it, damn it.

Anyway, phone rang so he went to answer, and he left his breakfast nearby on the table.

A few things to know. One? His breakfast is a unit of plasma, usually from a coffee mug. Two? I could get out of my own crib by the time I was two. High chairs, booster seats, and everything big and meant to keep me put was nothing for me to get out of.

So I crawled out of my booster seat, stood on the chair, and picked up Granddad’s mug for a taste of his blood.

I grew up in a vampiric home. If you stop to consider this? My interest really wasn’t that unusual. AJ is constantly trying to have some of whatever I’m eating, to be like mommy. It’s a developmental thing. Curiosity, emulating adults…it’s a normal, healthy thing.

For me? Drinking blood was, is, and always will be normal. Just like Mommy scrying for her lost car keys will always be normal to AJ.

Nurture, not nature…this is how we define our world. And in my world at four years old, all the cool people were drinking blood. So there.

Muse: Rian Baxter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 335

1) No one is capable of being a bigger bigot than an eighteen year old football jock.
2) Top Ramen CAN be eaten dry if you're desperate and late for geometry.
3) Time, and the lunch lady, wait for no man.
4) English Lit had but one function in my life: to make me memorize "To Althea, From Prison."
5) There is no greater feeling in the world than being able to walk on the senior quad.
6) Pep rallies are for shmucks and jocks.
7) Nobody, and I mean nobody actually studies in Study Hall.
8) A quarter in the hand is worth two at the soda machine.
9) Fiction can be fun...that's why God invented homework excuses.
10) Someone needs to invest the money and make the LIFETIME Movie of the Week: I Was A High School Survivor. They just do.

Rian Baxter
Original Character

- hugs
- kisses
- chit chat time with Granddad
- lemon bars from Grandma's kitchen BEFORE they're done cooling
- three cents from the "Take A Penny, Leave A Penny" tray (I loathe, abhor, and despise all change, but at the register? I always end up needing three cents. It's a curse.)
- Joe's Post-Its (Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Rian. Bitch still owes me for the Great Openheimer Betrayal of '08.)
- kisses and hugs from the boy
- raspberry kisses from my baby
- earthworms from Shadow (he's a magnet for them, and seriously...if he's eating that stuff, he does NOT get to smooch my kid.)
- sparring time with Uncle Mike
- scoops (hey, a journalist has gotta eat. :P)
- children (I'm serious this time, Joe. Collie is adorable and I want her for my own. Mine is an eeeeeevil laugh.)

Rian Baxter
Original Character

Request any fic of mine and I will provide you with a commentary/annotations, like a DVD extra.

This one looked kinda cool, so I thought I'd utilize it as a way to perk up a few flagging muses. Remember why they own my shit. ;p Basically, just link me to something that I've written for Rian and I'll give you a rant on what I can remember of writing it and how I felt about it/what inspired it.

Noah makes her happy...there’s little question of that.

It’s not until she finds herself pricing monthly rates on apartments in Magnolia that she realizes it’s more than being happy because of Noah...she’s happy with him. The frequent flyer miles she’s racked up visiting, the way they come together so naturally in bed and out, even the days spent hanging out with the joyful whirlwind that is his daughter.

She’s in a steady, loving relationship, and she’s never been happier.

( Read more... )

Muse: Rian Baxter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 495
Partner: Noah Harrison (onemanbrigade)

I know a lot of folks around here grew up on fairy tales? I didn’t. I grew up on fairy stories...it’s more than just a difference in wording. Back in 1975, some of the hate groups out there used that term for their propaganda. It became derogatory, so the term ‘fairy story’ came into common usage in the US. ‘Fairy tale’ isn’t nasty anymore, but the other term stuck. Just fit better...being that fairies are real.

Anyway, thirty years ago the old Universal horror movies were just that, horror? But when I was little, they were bedtime stories, cautionary tales and flights of fancy. None of them had happy endings, not to me...and I liked it that way. I think King Kong was my favorite...I mean, come on, how tragic is that? He fell for Fay Rae, and ended up dead. The beauty of the beast loving his beautiful princess was never lost on me.

I grew up with monsters. Deal with me.

Bottom line is that I guess it kind of formulated the mess I was growing up. I didn’t want the prince, much less the happily ever after. Now I’m older, I have my little heir to the throne...and I found my fairy tale prince.

And I see my happy ending. It’s not here yet, but where I’m at with Randy...there’s an endgame to be had here, and it makes me feel like the fairy tale is my horror movie. I mean, if you can judge by the level of knee-knocking fear on my end. It’s a good fear, though, because I have more to lose now than I ever could have dreamed.

The man drives a white Kia Spectra. White. My handsome prince rides a white horse.

If that’s not creepy good...well, then even I have nothing to say. And that’s saying something.

And on that note, we cue the rimshot...

Muse: Rian Baxter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 321

(NOTE: Bendytime back to Friday evening.)

It was a surreal situation, and a surreal day...and she was worse than a mess, she was giddy.

Rian hadn't planned much because she really didn't know what to expect. She wanted to go all out and romantic and just indulge that little slice of outlandish excess that she always gave into. She was scared, though...well and truly scared because he'd stuck around, and they were in love, and he'd made her do more than wait: he made her want to wait.

So instead of a candlelit dinner and the Barry White, she'd gone for hokey casual: living room picnic. Having left Shadow with AJ and her grandfather when, by a weird stroke of luck, AJ threw a tantrum at being separated from the puppy, it was safe to spread a tablecloth on the floor and cook the best meal she knew how to make. Add a nice bottle of wine and the movie she'd rented for the evening...

It was cozy. It was nice. And it felt perfect.

She'd settled on her prettiest frump around outfit and told Randy to just come on by when he got out of work...then tried to do some work herself when the beef stroganoff and caesar salad she'd made were simmering and chilling as required.

By the time the knock had come at her door, she had written exactly two sentences on her latest article. Yeah...butterflies were loose, heart was in her throat, an oath to herself alone was keeping her from being pukey.

Rising from her desk, she turned off her computer monitor and shook out her hair before moving to answer the door, opening it with a smile when she saw Randy on the other side.

"Well hello." she drawled in her best exaggerated 'come hither' contralto, dissolving into giggles and moving in for a kiss before ushering him inside. "Enter if you dare...how was your day?"

He put me on the spot, and I didn’t know what to tell him besides the truth.

It was just one of those situations, you know? Happened a week ago, and I just didn’t see it coming. Maybe if I had it would have been easier...I could have prepared myself for how much it hurt, how hard it was to say to him. Five little words, and the moment I said them I regretted them.

It’s never easy to say something like that, I know, but it’s even harder when you get The Question. Some of you know what I mean, a select few. Life is rolling by, things are going great...and then he comes at you like a mack train. Maybe you can lie, maybe you can’t? But even though I wanted to, I felt it was better to be straight. Sure, he’s a little young, and I thought I had more time...I really thought I wouldn’t have to say it to him for at least a few more years...

That, however, is my guy for you. He means well, though.

So when he came to me last week and he asked...I had to tell him.

When AJ toddled up to my chair in the middle of the afternoon and asked “I has a daddy?,” I had to tell him the truth. Five little words.

“No, little man...you don’t.”

Muse: Rian Baxter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 235

Get one of your own! by Drunken Hero crusades_r_us is being stalked on Livejournal! baileigh_solis is stalking crusades_r_us baileigh_solis's REAL name : Renner Ball baileigh_solis's REAL DOB : 30th March 1981 Height :192 cm Weight : 77.4 kg baileigh_solis has dreamt about you : 6 times baileigh_solis became interested in you : 19th June 2006 baileigh_solis's latest dream about you Last night baileigh_solis dreamt that you had told them that you were leaving for good. baileigh_solis was just about ready to chop off your head with a samurai sword before the dream ended. This is how baileigh_solis describes your relationship behind your back 'I think it likes me. They must like me otherwise they would have told me to fuck off surely? Perhaps it's just polite. Fuck please God, make her love me!' baileigh_solis's been stealing stuff from your house too. baileigh_solis enjoys nothing more than to start the morning by taking a heroic sniff from one of crusades_r_us's stolen socks. They've even started modifying their body for you baileigh_solis is considering having reconstructive surgery on their earlobes so that they are similar in appearance to your own. They sent the following message to you in a Valentines Hug me. Kiss me. Fuck me. The Police No. calls to the police : 2 times Your Last Call to The Police "I've had enough of this. Send the fucking SWAT team around. That bastard baileigh_solis has been watching me for far too long. Don't be stingey with the dum-dum bullets. Thanks." baileigh_solis's Police File baileigh_solis is a deeply troubled young woman. Testimonies about baileigh_solis livedinshadows - Naked Meglomaniac 'baileigh_solis was always one of us. One of the gang. We never suspected anything. I'm really shocked..' not_a_savage - Drunken Posse 'You think you know a person and then something like this comes out of the blue. Fuck that, I'm becoming a recluse.' bigkitty75 - Marathon Munt 'I used to love baileigh_solis. This news has broke my heart. I feel like beating the shit out of that bastard, seriously. What a dick.' not_myfirstday - Rotten heathen 'It's odd, I've known some weird fucks in my time and baileigh_solis and crusades_r_us would definitely top that list.'

I have but one thing to say.

MUNT. :P

- breathe
- talk
- babble
- rant
- ask too many questions
- be perky
- brag on my kid
- brag on my boyfriend
- brag on my family
- brag on my boyfriend's kid Magnolia-verse
- smile
- bounce
- yearn for tacky shoes
- watch bad movies
- quote obnoxious movies ad nauseum
- get too friendly
- adore grumbly bear types
- get cuddly with the biggest, nastiest, angriest mofo in the room
- correct people's grammar
- overlook bad grammar in the name of a giggle

Rian Baxter
Original Character

I wasted some of the best years of my life trying to be hard. Seriously, the way I slept my way through high school was insane. I’d run if I even smelled a relationship, and I treated guys like dirt. Do I regret that? Yeah, I do. We’re talking buttloads. Massive heaping helpings of regret that could feed a family of eight.

I did the swearing off men thing, and it made me miserable. Now, though...well, I haven’t.

Meeting Randy has sort of changed my life, like...a lot. He’s been filling my present with a lot of stuff that’s good, like the whole not being alone thing, being in love...being far too good with my little boy to be legal...and there’s a future in that.

It’s a future that I’ve been dipping my foot in. I kid about marriage proposals, and I’m not afraid to let AJ hang with my boyfriend. Boyfriend and baby are hanging out. There’s snack making, block building...I think I even caught Randy and AJ watching Styx videos on VH1 Classic the other day.

So far? The waters feel pretty good, swirling around my ankles like that. I’m not going in too quickly, and I think that’s a good thing. Randy’s sort of there next to me, holding my hand and making sure I don’t dive in too fast. Which is good, because if I do that, I could drown. This thing between us could get all soggy too quick and sort of not be as pretty to look at and feel, know what I mean?

Used to be that I didn’t care if I drowned in these kind of lovey dovey waters, but now I don’t want to drown. I don’t want us to drown before we learn to swim together.

I don’t want anything to ever happen to us.

Muse: Rian Baxter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 313

“He isn’t stupid, his brain is full!”

“Of what?” Joe snorted, reaching across the table for the dinner rolls.

“Shit, that’s what.”

“Rian! Language!”

Rian rolled her eyes at her grandmother, taking a bite of her spaghetti before gesturing with her fork at the kids seated at the small multicolored table a few feet away. “Joe’s kids are already well conditioned, Grandma. And AJ’s not old enough to understand yet.”

( Friday night dinner with the Baxter/Jackson/Lawrence clan... )

Muse: Rian Baxter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 630

What’s sacrosanct? That’s easy: mochas, guilty pleasures, and the Civil Rights Acts. Both of them. Oh, and maybe shoes. I love ‘em, maybe not as much as my girl Bee...but yes, mess not with the shoes.

I’m totally serious, too. Little pleasures and basic human rights are the stuff life’s made of. That morning mocha can make or break a poor girl’s day, maybe even her week if she’s deprived. It’s that extra little boost, that thing that makes you remind yourself that you’re special and deserve choclatey caffeine goodness. We all really need that, as hectic as life can get. We push ourselves, worry ourselves sick, the rest of the human race beats us down...but we can still take three bucks and escape for a moment in a nice hot cup of coffee and cocoa. Or a hot bath, or a DVD we really don’t need. Little things...creature comforts that make us feel human, even if we’re not.

And human rights goes without saying. Seriously, who died and made someone god enough to pick and choose who the whole spiel about ‘life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness’ applies to? The bigots, the Nazis, the Humanitarians...where do they get off? For too long, Paranormals had to hide and hurt those they love simply to survive. Now they’re exposed, vulnerable as any of us. They die as easy as we humans do, they just die differently. They’re not superior, they’re just a little tougher, and you pump me full of enough adrenaline? I bet you I can lift a car, just like my granddad can.

The things that make us feel human, the rights we all have as humans, no matter how far evolved we are...those aren’t just things we’re entitled to. They’re inviolate. You can’t touch them, because they belong to everyone.

I don’t know about you, seriously...but I’ll kill the man that, because I can cast a spell, tries to rob me of my basic rights as a citizen, and as a living being.

And I’ll damn sure kill the man that tries to rob me of my mocha.

Muse: Rian Baxter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 358