Mixed, Shaken and Stirring
Chapter 1
Let's Do the Timewarp
By
Tels
Scott "Scotty" Lewis spent nearly his whole life trying to Activate, but it happens when he least expects it and he is sent back into his own past to find that everything has changed, and not necessarily for the better. (This story takes place in Amethyst's Hyperverse.)
"Omg They put me in the body of a Hyper girl!"
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I know some people do not quite understand what that means. I have it, and apparently, rather bad at times.
There is not specific trigger for my attacks. They just happen and they build up. Sometimes they only last for a couple mins, say 15-20. Other times they last for hours.
During an attack I cannot think straight. My mind goes from one thing to another to another to another increasing my anxiety. Other times I focus on one thing to the exculsion of everything else, no matter how irrational it is. Click Like or Love to appropriately show your appreciation for this post:
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At one point in history buying a car meant something.
In some areas a whole block of people would pool their resources to buy a single car, there was no trucks available, and they would do maintenance and repairs themselves. Once or twice a week runs would be made with the car to purchase whatever was needed by the block. Occasionally it was used for appointments or special events but since fuel/petrol was very expensive and hard to come buy not so much. Click Like or Love to appropriately show your appreciation for this post:
I had to put down my little girl Pepper(cat) this morning. She had kidney problems that she was meds for but it wasn't working and she was not eatting or drinking. This morning I found her trying to find a place to die in my house.
Bringing her in while mewing was so dam hard it broke my heart to pieces, again. My friend had to be there while they put her to sleep I just couldn't do that again. Holding my mother's hand all those years ago was so traumatizing. Doing that to my little girl I just couldn't.
Paying out almost three hundred hurt me pocketbook wise as well. Click Like or Love to appropriately show your appreciation for this post:
This morning I was reading one of the stories on the site, written by someone in the uk...ish area.
During the read I saw O before estrogen. And for some reason this completely and totally pissed me off.
I didn't know why I was pissed off just that I was.
This is one of those words that I can only call a breakdown in the language. Is it due to some bigot that thinks "Oh well those bloody mericans call it this so we will call it this just to piss them off" thing? Click Like or Love to appropriately show your appreciation for this post:
My name is...well actually I should say I was born with the name of Trevor Marks. I know not the best, but then again not the worst. My mother Louise Marks is, I should say was, of mennonite/hudderite background. I have never met my grandparents.
To explain that, you have understand my mother a bit. When she was young she fell in love with the idea of teaching, in a school, that was not in the "community". She left with my father, who I have never met nor know his name, and after going to a "heathen" university for her degree, took up teaching.
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apparently I have a very common problem for women. Uti my first.
Not really enjoying it since I am also very badly constipated at the same time.
And no I am not drinking cranberry juice, thanks I have heard enough about it already but it makes me wanna throw up as soon as I smell it.
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Sorry about this yet another smut story. My brain, and muse, wont let me sleep so I have to get these out. I also think it is a short story despite the word limits Erin has made!
From about the age of five or maybe six Louis was having trouble. In school he was withdrawn and didn't play or seem to make any friends. This had concerned his parents as there was a number times he came home with a bruise or two from schoolyard bullies.
The last time was a few months ago. Frustrated they took him out of public school and looked around for a reputable private school.
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My name is Louis Parker. For years I have been struggling to make ends meet and keep my apartment. It is really not that bad.
1 bedroom with two closets, a bathroom with a tub and shower as one solid unit. The mirror in bathroom over the somewhat large counter has two ends that can fold. It is also well lighted with a light bar over the mirror and another below that gives a little light. I believe both are led as they have multiple light settings of dim, bright and blinding.
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I don't know if this was something I saw in the 1990's as a kid or what. I know where it is from now but not then. Then was just confusion.
It started a few years ago. I was browsing online, a regular occurrence, when I saw these two outfits. One was a red blazer over a black blouse with large lapels that sat ontop of the coat but looked part of it with a black pleated skirt, fairly short but not excessive. Maybe four inches above the knee.
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I'm fairly confident that many of you have heard about me lately, especially after that "expose'
Before I get into that you should know a bit about my background.
I was raised in a fairly normal urban neighbourhood. Was enrolled into self defence classes and achieved a black belt purple strip by age seventeen in a martial art that has been lumped in under the general guise of Mixed Martial Arts now so the belt means almost nothing.
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I may need a new spring for my car. So I contacted a place that I usually deal with, however when I asked about a guy I once went to school with who worked there they told me he hadn't been there for twenty years...
Upon reflection it wasn't just a year or two ago that I last went there in person. It was back in 2000.
I feel old!
P.S.
Btw I am over that flu. Went out for my belated birthday on Saturday and hiked 5km. I say hiked because the mound of snow still on trails made the going rather strenuous.
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For the first time in a really long time my bday came up on a saturday. I had made plans.
Friday night my stomach had other plans as I hugged the porcelan on and off till five am running a bad fever.
Thusly i spent most of saturday trying to swallow the water I had lost and sleep.
Yeah happy Bleh day for me!
I am feeling better but still very tired.
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I havent seen any new stories from Morpheous either here or on whatley. Anyone know if he/she is okay?
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I remember my first boating experience. Now please remember, for me boating was this new fangdangled thing. I live in manitoba, we have a number of lakes of various sizes, rivers, and many "creeks" usually called rivers anyways.
So there I was young about ten, my hips had widened and annoyed the heck out of my mother. Up top I was straight as an arrow with shoulders that did not widen to match my hips, another annoyance to my poor mother. Click Like or Love to appropriately show your appreciation for this post:
Unfortunately Christmas celebrations will be postponed this year. Due to unfortunate circumstances the Christmas spirit has left us. Click Like or Love to appropriately show your appreciation for this post:
The rather fat guy, formerly muscle when he was in highschool twenty years ago, waved them thru before Melissa could speak.
Derek remembered the good old days. He was the man in highschool. Just after highschool he had gotten busted by the cops for some weed and it ruined his life. He, of course, blamed it entirely on the police. After all he was "the man".
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