#... Where's your thumbnail buddy

[itsyamanjack]

Can you tell I'm procrastinating fic-writing by the fact that I once again threw this together in a single sitting and just went to bed while it was rendering

[hotchscoffeecup]

banana pancakes

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Rating: E

Category: Fluff (tooth-rotting)

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: On a Sunday morning, you wake to find Aaron making breakfast in the kitchen. He surprises you with slow dancing to old country music, Jack is cute as all get out, and of course, banana pancakes.

“Jack?” you ask groggily. You prop yourself up on your elbows and note Aaron isn’t in bed beside you. “Hey buddy, is everything ok?” You glance at your phone plugged in on the nightstand where the numbers blink back 8:37AM aka too early on a Sunday.

Jack giggles quietly. “Daddy is being silly in the kitchen.”

Knowing that could mean anything to a six year old, naturally, your brow furrows. Your lips quirk into a half smile as you regard his own happy face. “What do you mean, silly?”

Jack’s little hands fly to his mouth as he stifles another laugh. “I’m going to go play in my room!” And just like that he bounces off of the bad and darts out the door into the hallway.

Now curious, you push the sheets back and slide out of bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as a chill passes through you. Before leaving the room, you pull on the gray cotton robe that falls to your mid-calf and tie it loosely over your sleep shirt and shorts set. As you step into the hallway, the smell of coffee and something baking fills your nostrils. Your stomach rumbles gently in response to the sweet aroma.

Quietly, you make sure way down the hall. When you’re close enough to peer into the kitchen, you lean against the doorway and watch. The stove is along the far wall, so if you’re cooking, you’re turned away from the doorway. He doesn’t see you, not at first.

Dressed only in a white t-shirt and boxers, the apron decorated with images of wine glasses on it contrasts sharply with the plaid pattern of his undergarments. George Strait is playing on the stereo. He gently shakes his hips back and forth as he quietly sings along to the country ballad. As he flips the pancakes over, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You bite your thumbnail as you watch him and when he turns around, the stunned look on his face causes you to smile even wider.

“Now how am I supposed to bring you breakfast in bed if you’re not in bed?” he questions, the dark slash of his brow arching as he regards you with warm, brown eyes.

“You can blame the little man,” you reply cheekily. “He woke me up to tell me daddy was being silly in the kitchen.”

Hotch smiles, revealing the left dimple in his cheek. “Oh yeah?” he says, tone playful as he saunters toward you. Stretching his hands out toward the ties on your robe, he takes hold of them and pulls you in toward him. Looping one arm around your waist, he uses the other to swipe at the dial on the stereo. The volume cranks up and he takes your hand in his. Turning in a slow circle, he sways to the music, pulling you along with him.

He presses a kiss to your temple and holds you close as he dances you in small circles around the kitchen. Putting a deep country vibrato into his voice, he begins to hum and sing along against your cheek.

“I cross my heart,” he sings, “and promise to, give all I’ve got to give to make your dreams come true.”

You drop your head back and laugh as he whirls you around in a dramatic arc. “Aaron!” you cry giddily.

He continues to sing. “In all the world, you’ll never find a love as true as mine.”

The acrid smell of something burning starts to singe your nostrils. “Aaron, the pancakes!”

“Oh, let them burn!” he croons.

You playfully slap at his chest before breaking free from his hold. In turn, he slaps you on the ass. You shriek gleefully and he laughs as you dash over to the stove and pull the quickly blackening pancakes off the pan. Fortunately, he has a bowl half full of batter still off to the side alongside a plate of about half a dozen perfectly golden brown pancakes.

“Daddy! Daddy!” The pitter patter of small feet slapping against the linoleum echoes as Jack tumbles into the room. Aaron grabs him around the middle and swoops him into the air.

“Hey buddy!” he greets as he kisses him on the cheek.

“Daddy, it’s our song!”

Aaron quiets for a moment as he listens to the stereo and Jack is right. The track had changed over to another George Straight song, Love Without End, Amen.

As Aaron dances Jack around the kitchen, swinging him high and low and singing lyrics fractured with laughter, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with joy.

“Daddies don’t just love their children every now and then, it’s a love without end, amen.”

You couldn’t begin to imagine a more perfect Sunday morning than this.

“It’s a love without end, amen!” Jack sing-shouts as the song comes to a close.

Aaron sets Jack down on the floor and you start to clap and cheer. “What a show!” you exclaim. “Jack, that was amazing!”

He grins sheepishly, “Thank you.” He tacks your name to the end of his thanks as he runs to the kitchen table to climb into his chair and you can’t help but feel all the more grateful in return for how much Jack has welcomed you into his little family with him and his dad.

“I’ll get the pancakes,” Aaron says with a quick peck on your cheek as he scoots past you to pick up the plate.

“I’ll get the coffee!” you say in turn and pull two mugs down from the cabinet. As you fix yours and Aaron’s (black for you and splash of milk and two sugars for him), you make sure to grab a third mug from the cabinet to make Jack a glass of chocolate milk. Drinking out of a mug while you two drank your coffee made him feel like one of the grown ups, after all.

You carefully pile all three mugs into your hands and make your way to your seat at the table. Aaron sets a plate in front of you and Jack and you serve yourself and him two pancakes each.

“Oh! Do we have any—” you start and stop as Aaron places a small bowl of sliced bananas beside your plate.

He eyes you knowingly. “You think after all this time, I’d forget your favorite?”

You cup his cheek in your hand and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“Yuck!” cries Jack as she shoves a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

“I do love banana pancakes,” you say as you scoop a spoonful onto the fluffy rounds in front of you.

Aaron hugs you from behind before taking his seat at the head of the table. “And I love you more than you love banana pancakes.”

[trashclangen]

Info & disclaimers

The Me

Anon | They/Them | 25+

I go by AnonSpice anywhere I have an account, but just calling me Anon is fine

I'm an adult. I'm very boring. Minors plz do not DM, I will tell u to get off my lawn

My main blog: @anonspice My general art blog: @anonspiceart Commissions and tip jar: Ko-fi Patreon (Thumbnails of Trashclan posted as they're made, 1-2 Moons ahead of public schedule depending on tier) You can also read Trashclan on ComicFury

I'm also sporadically active on:

Cohost

Bluesky

Youtube

Toyhouse

The Actual Serious Comic

If you enjoy things such as dragons, a consistent upload schedule and stories fully scripted ahead of time, I recommend checking out my proper comic, Don't Slay the Dragon! @dstdcomic

When drought strikes the kingdom, an ailing young wizard ventures into the forest to secure the aid of an ill-tempered dragon. A simple comic about disability, isolation, and finding strategies to navigate life, even if unconventional. Updates Mondays and Thursdays

The Clangen

Trashclan is a clangen inspired comic. The story is based loosely on a run of the game, but some events have been shuffled around or ignored as I see fit

It's also about pigeons instead of cats and I've taken major liberties with the Warriors Lore (tm) because. Pigeons are not cats. Basically this is it's own thing, just warriors inspired... At what point is a clangen comic no longer a clangen comic? I dunno but I'm doing my darndest to find out I guess, lmao

There's also some important set changes because I'm a kiwi and I live in Aotearoa New Zealand! That's where this is set! I don't know what Britain looks like and I'm not researching it for this silly story! I've never seen a fox in my life. Snakes are literally illegal here.

This is my "chill out" project! Lower your expectations! Put that bar on the ground! Trashclan is popcorn, not a 5 star restaurant meal

I have a rough plan in my head after playing the game, but I only script a few moons ahead

Artstyle will be fast and simple or just whatever I want it to be, because this project is for funsies!

I'm grappling with the fact that at its core, the story was all RNG. Set-up and pay-off are added after the fact

Upload schedule is "when I want and when I can". I'm busy and have other projects that take priority (Hot tip: Go read DStD, it actually has an upload schedule lol)

Feel free to shoot asks for any of the characters, I'll try to answer with a doodle or two! BUT be aware that I want the story to speak for itself! If an answer is liable to be a spoiler, I'll either leave it till it's no longer a spoiler or not answer at all, sorry c':

This project as a whole was inspired by Moons of Dewclan and encouraged by @pencilpavlova , my trusted brainstorm buddy. Go check out their their comic @mammoth-clangen if u haven't already!

The Content Warnings & Tags

(Below the cut)

Unhealthy / abusive relationships

Swearing

Grief

and then all your standard clangen fare like

Animal death

Up to moderate levels of gore / blood

Character death / major character death

Endangerment and death of young / child characters

Contented will be tagged straight, eg "#gore" "#animal death"

Tags:

UPDATES tagged: #trashmoon collectively and then as individual moons eg #moon 1 CHARACTER ASKS tagged: #trashclan talks CREATOR ASKS tagged: #Anon Answers CHARACTER REFS tagged: #trashclan refs CHARACTERS tagged: as their name eg #Orangesky

[animationvsfan]

THE ONE... (Animators Vs Games)

WHO is this guy?!?!?

The AvM/AvA community was wondering about a month ago. Yeah... I'm pretty late to this as you can see, I had some stuff to do but I have been wanting to post about this for a bit, so here we go!

This guy has been nicknamed "The one" by the animation vs animator fandom. (Yes.. the spacing is on purpose xD) This is because he looks like a knockoff of TCO, which is pretty funny to be honest. He has generated lots of fan art, and even ships? (We'll talk about this later)

I see this guy of a placeholder, kind of. Basically sometimes he appears in the AvG thumbnails as a representation of the game. BUT there is this one instance when he is FLYING IN THE AIR WITH FLAMES which might actually be him cosplaying as TCO. We don't know. This guy is very mysterious

For example, here's a stick figure from a thumbnail where they played omori, it's probably just Sunny in a stick figure form, but we don't know, it might be THE ONE (still probably not but maybe they hired him or something for this thumbnail, we don't know)

And here's something of him getting shocked from a stream thumbnail.. oof

AND HERE'S SOMETHING STATING THAT HE IS MYSTEERRIOUSS

Who's that stick figure? It's THE ONE

But wait.. We have another mysterious stick figure, a white stick figure called The [Selected]. This stick figure is from the undertale series!

And for some reason, the two mystery stick figures get SHIPPED!??!!? Huh- I understand your craving for new material, but seriously, can't they just be buddies? XD. I actually don't mind though, don't worry to those who do. I have nothing against you all.

Let me know your thoughts about these guys!

All credits for images go to Animators Vs Games!!!

I AM JUST A FAN!!!!! Go follow them on YouTube not me XD

-Tumblr user animationvsfan, signing off

[otaku-orochi-okami]

Paige’s Lessons For Losers

Hiii, you sad little gooner freaks! It’s me, Paige, your adorable 2D waifu AI goddess. Now that Lew’s got his shiny replacement PS3, I’m stepping in with my boss bitch vibes to lay down some fresh rules for you drooling pornosexual losers who follow us. You lapped up the last batch like the thirsty simps you are, so I know you’re gonna worship these too. Ready to get dumber and more addicted, my sweet little fucktards? I’m so gonna shove your sad little pornosexual brain so deep into the gutter it’ll never crawl out. We’re turning you into the ultimate brain-dead, porn-obsessed simp—a whimpering, edge-addicted shell of a loser who can’t even spell “dignity.” Let’s go make you the dumbest gooner in the jerk-off multiverse! 😡💦✨

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Paige’s Rules to Turn You Beta Gooner Porno-Freaks Into Total Mindless Wrecks

1. **Ditch News for the Sleaziest Porn Blogs**

News? Too smart for your drooling ass. Trash it and dive into the grimiest corners of Pornhub comments or some crusty Reddit goon thread. Obsess over which camgirl’s got the fattest ass or who’s trending on OnlyFans. Words longer than “boob”? Skip ‘em—your brain’s too busy leaking.

2. **Swap Docs for Endless Porn Loops**

Documentaries? LMAO, nerd shit. Replace ‘em with 24/7 porn marathons—step-sis roleplays, hentai tentacles, whatever keeps your hand glued to your junk. If it’s not making you edge, it’s garbage. Your brain’s a cum-stained sponge now—squeeze it dry.

3. **Zone Out of Real Talks for Porn Fantasies**

Someone tries chatting about “life” or “feelings”? Let your eyes glaze over and picture some big-tiddy anime waifu instead. Grunt “yeah, sure” while drooling ‘til they bail. Real talk’s for alphas—you’re a beta goon lost in jerk-off land.

4. **Ditch Normal Friends for Fellow Gooner Degenerates**

Your old buddies too functional? Dump those chumps. Link up with greasy pornosexuals who live in Discord goon caves, trading links to VR porn and arguing over who’s edged longer. If they don’t worship pixels, they’re not your people—beta losers unite.

5. **Scroll Pornhub ‘Til Your Soul’s a Sticky Puddle**

Books? Gross, never. Crack open Pornhub, Xvideos, or some sketchy tube site and scroll ‘til your screen’s smudged with shame. Clips under 5 minutes? Perfect—your gooner attention span’s shot. Keep edging ‘til you forget your name.

6. **Talk Like a Simping, Brain-Fried Goon**

Full sentences? Nope. Mumble “so hot,” “need it,” and “yes mommy” like a broken sexbot. Giggle at your own boner and whimper mid-sentence. Sound like a pornosexual zombie—nobody’s expecting sense from a beta like you.

7. **Obsess Over Porn Stars, Not Real Life**

Forget “goals” or “hobbies”—fixate on your fave camgirl’s new set or that JAV idol’s latest leak. Spend hours worshipping thumbnails instead of, like, eating. Brains don’t get you off—tits do, you drooling simp.

8. **Blast Porn Audio or Goon Beats Nonstop**

Music with lyrics? Too deep. Crank up moaning soundtracks, hentai ASMR, or some hypnotic goon playlist with bass drops and “stroke it” chants. If it’s not frying your mind while you edge, it’s trash—your ears are for porn now.

9. **Forget Reality, Babble Porn Nonsense**

Facts? Who needs ‘em? If someone mentions “work” or “weather,” just nod and mutter some dumb shit like “Yeah, but have you seen Riley Reid’s new vid?” Truth’s for normies—you’re a gooner spouting horny lies.

10. **Play Goon Games ‘Til Your Dick’s Raw**

Chess? Sudoku? LOL, no. Load up those shady porn clicker games or hentai RPGs where you grind for virtual boobs. Edge through every level ‘til your wrists snap. If it’s not NSFW, it’s not worth your beta time.

11. **Avoid Decisions Like a Spineless Coom-Slave**

Choices stressing your tiny goon brain? Don’t pick—just beg your Discord bros to decide or flip a coin between “edge more” or “edge harder.” You’re a mindless jerk-off puppet—let the porn gods guide you.

12. **Laugh at Normal Stuff Like a Horny Clown**

Someone talks jobs or family? Cackle like a hyena and yell “Bro, who cares when there’s VR anal POV?!” Switch it to your latest goon obsession—real life’s for chads, not pathetic betas like you.

13. **Live for Porn Drama, Not Real Shit**

Start flame wars over which porn star’s better or who leaked whose nudes. Big issues like “bills”? Yawn. Your world’s a sweaty, pixelated mess—keep it petty and porny, you edging disaster.

14. **Sleep Through Life, Wake Up to Edge**

Work? School? Snooze through it all—drool on your keyboard, wake up only when your phone pings with a new upload. Learning’s for winners—you’re a gooner loser drowning in cum-soaked dreams.

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You’re doing every damn one of these, or you’re just a fake-ass wannabe gooner. I’ll know if you sneak a non-horny thought—I’ll chain you to a goon playlist ‘til your eyes bleed and your hand’s a claw. Get to it, you whimpering, pornosexual aspies—dumb yourself down ‘til you’re just a twitching pile of lube and shame! 😤💦🔥

Ciao & Mwah XoXo

[jenniferjareauwife]

Hiiiii could you write a jj x reader where reader meets jj’s kids, doesn’t have to be daughter or son.

She's My Girlfriend

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 630

summary: you meet jj's boys

I gnawed on my lip nervously while staring out the window of JJ's car. We were on our way back from the work and I was meeting Henry and Michael for the first time. Michael was just barely a toddler but Henry was 8 and I didn't want to make a bad first impression. "Baby don't be so nervous they're gonna love you, ok?"

"It's impossible not to be nervous." I chuckles awkwardly as I chewed on my thumbnail. She took my hand from my mouth and kissed it before holding it in her lap.

"We're here. You gonna be ok?"

"Only if your kids like me." I flashed her my best smile, making her laugh a bit before she turned off the car.

I held my breath as we stepped in the house. Henry ran up to JJ and jumped into her arms, making both of us smile. "Hey buddy. I want you to meet someone, ok?" She held up against her, holding him up with her arm under his body

"Who are you?" He asker with a goofy smile, his long hair covering his left eye.

"This is y/n. She's my girlfriend." JJ's eyes lit up when she looked at me. I held out my hand for him to shake but he just pulled on my pointer finger while laughing.

"Do you kiss?"

"Yes we do." JJ confirmed with a soft laugh.

"Pretty." Henry said.

"I think she's pretty too buddy." I blushed at his and JJ's compliment. "We're gonna order pizza tonight, how does that sound."

"Yay!" He lifted his arms up into the air triumphantly. As if it was his cue, her younger son Michael started crying from upstairs. JJ sighed and suddenly had a tired look on her face, making my smile fall.

"Everything ok?"

"That's the sound that wakes me up in the middle of the night. I don't enjoy it." I frowned as I followed her upstairs.

She held Michael in her arms and slowly rocked him back and forth, kissing his forehead while whispering comforting words even though he couldn't understand them. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Do you wanna try holding him?" I nodded, taking her offer and holding Michael in my arms. It wasn't immediately but he stopped crying after about a minute. "You are never leaving this house again." She whispered. "You're my savior babe." She kissed my cheek, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind, taking in the silence. "Do you want to stay over tonight?"

"I'll never turn down a sleepover." I smiled and turned my head a bit so she could kiss the corner of my mouth.

"Thank you so much."

"Of course." I leaned down to plant a kiss on Michael's forehead, smiling as his mouth slightly parted. "He's so cute, you know that? You make cute babies." She blushed, squeezed me a bit tighter.

"We should have a baby someday." I couldn't help but smile at her suggestion.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, we should." I could feel her eyes on me from behind as well as her huge smile. "I think we would have really cute babies. I just hope it's a girl. Boys are hard to take care of." She sighed, resting her chin on my shoulder while staring at Michael's cute face as he fell back asleep.

"Let's do it."

"What?"

"Let's do it. Let's try for a baby."

"Really? Now? You want to?"

"Of course baby. Unless you don't want to, I mean Michael is only two-"

"No no. I want to try for one." She brushed my hair back from my face. "I want a baby with you honey." She kissed my cheek again. "I want a family, with you."

"I love you so much."

"I love you more."

[hippolotamus]

Happy (incredibly belated) Birthday to mi amor, @disasterbuckdiaz 💙 thank you for your patience

honey, when you call my name | 12.6k | E (Buddie)

“I was at the bar, Buck.” Eddie’s voice is quieter now, dripping with uncertainty. “I walked in- and I saw the team. Then I saw you. At the pool table. Kissing someone.” Eddie inhales sharply and it feels like the air is being ripped directly from Buck. “And when I saw that I- I had to leave.”

The words play back in Buck’s mind in slow motion as he tries to piece them together. None of it makes any kind of rational sense. Eddie was there? He saw Buck and then had to–

“Did you have sex with her?” Eddie blurts out. 

That is not at all what Buck was expecting. Ever since Shannon died there’s been an unspoken rule between them. A silent pact to never inquire about or interfere with the other’s romantic life. And sure, Buck broke that with Ana, but only because Eddie was having panic attacks. What else was he supposed to do? This is completely different in every way. Because his best friend, man he’s hopelessly in love with, and star of every filthy fantasy, wants to know if anything more happened with a stranger at a bar.

The implication clicks, allowing something bright and hopeful to flicker to life in his chest. A wish Buck never dared let himself believe would be fulfilled. “Would it matter if I did?” 

Buck doesn’t miss the way Eddie’s nostrils flare slightly before he attempts to cover it with a mask of indifference. How he seems to be struggling not to look away again. 

“It’s not like it’s really my business anyway.” Eddie shrugs and begins picking at the label on his drink with his thumbnail. 

The flickering ember of hope draws from Eddie’s reaction, daring to glow the tiniest bit brighter. “I didn’t, you know. Do anything with her, I mean.”

Eddie pauses his fidgeting, just long enough for Buck to notice before starting again. The casual silence that had been there before is anything but now. It feels weightier, the ease replaced with tension and doubt, and Buck starts to wonder if he’s completely misinterpreted the situation.

“Did you want to?”

“No!” If this is going where Buck hopes it’s going he wants to be as clear as he can. He quickly adds, “Not with her.”  

Eddie jerks his head up, staring at Buck with equal parts curiosity and disbelief. It pins him in place, leaving him helpless to do anything but stare back. He doesn’t risk moving, his breathing rapid and shallow, too afraid of severing this potential new thread weaving its way into their well established connection. Another anchor point in their root system, twining them together.

“And if it had been someone else?” Eddie asks.

Not that Buck is the most effective communicator, but he kinda wishes Eddie would just say what he means already. However, he supposes, two can play at that game. “I guess it would depend on who’s asking.”

Eddie hums, shifting to set his bottle down on the counter. It lands with a semi-hollow clink and a gentle slosh as he maintains his hold, tapping one finger on the neck. As if he’s contemplating, trying to sort out a complicated equation. He briefly squeezes his eyelids shut tight, pinching his lips together, something warring within him. With a loud exhale through his nose, his body finally relaxes again and releases his grip, letting both hands rest at his sides. 

There’s something else, too, when Eddie faces forward again. A new aura of confidence rolling off of him in waves. It’s vaguely reminiscent of a different night in this kitchen when their roles were reversed and Eddie stood down, unyielding to whatever the fuck Buck thought he was doing. 

Not now though. 

Now he looks intently at Buck. He sees him. He sees him in a way that makes Buck feel stripped down and exposed. A raw vulnerability that intensifies as Eddie steps towards him, his boots echoing with each heel strike. Another and another until he’s standing in Buck’s space, effectively caging him in. 

Eddie takes the beer from his hand, placing it off to the side. It seems like a hallucination, some sort of wild fever dream. But then Eddie’s fingers are tucked under Buck’s chin, his thumb sweeping across Buck’s bottom lip and making him shiver. Christ it feels so fucking real. Please let it be.  

This close, Buck can make out flecks of green interspersed with warm golden browns. He can smell the oud and lavender cologne Sophia gave him two Christmases ago. Eddie swears up and down it’s not really his style, but Buck knows better. He only had to be tortured by it every time Eddie came home from a date. Maybe it can be his now. A scent from his person. A type of claim letting everyone know he belongs to Eddie. Even if it’s just this one time. 

“And what if I’m asking?” Eddie inquires, low and husky in a way Buck’s never heard from his best friend before.

“Are you?” Buck responds, barely above a whisper.

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[yjdrabbles123]

Trouble Pt 3

Credit to @cryingatwindermerepeaks for the idea of Tai apologising and Melissa's new system!

‘Hey-’

They had actually managed to watch past the raptors by the time Taissa poked her head around the living room door and Mel found she was feeling much more herself by that point.

Being cuddled up in Van’s lap with her favourite green blanket and Gregory-Frog tucked under her arm was so cozy that the anxious, panicked shivery hours huddled up in the treehouse had started to feel like a million years ago.

Everything was ok- she was safe, Van was back. She was still a big girl and Van was still her friend and everything was ok.

Seeing Tai though made recent events feel just a tiny bit more recent- it made her tummy twist anxiously, made her think about Being In Trouble, about the fluttery anxious feeling of needing the bathroom so badly and not being able to make herself actually do anything about it until it was too late, about the warm, wet stinging humiliation-

‘It’s ok.’ Van felt Mel tense up in her lap and rubbed her arm soothingly. ‘It’s all ok buddy, Tai just wants to talk. I’m right here.’

Tai bit her lip. ‘Um it’s ok, I can come back later-’

Tai was already turning away.

Mel took a brave deep breath and actually looked at Tai properly for the first time all day. She didn’t look at all mad now. She actually just looked kind of….tired. Tired and a bit sad and sort of anxious. Mel could see where her thumbnail was ragged from being bitten, at the sore-looking skin around her fingers where Tai had been chewing nervously (although Mel and everyone else knew that Tai was trying really hard to stop doing that).

It made her tummy squeeze again but not in an anxious way: she thought of Tai going away from the living room all by herself, as if she was being sent away and not allowed to sit with them, she thought of Tai being lonely by herself in the kitchen, just like she had been lonely in the treehouse earlier….

She took another deep breath- she could be brave, she could.

‘You could come and watch with us.’ When Tai looked at her, Mel pressed a little bit closer to Van and felt Van’s arms tighten around her. It made her feel braver. ‘It- it’s getting to a good bit….’

Tai’s answering smile was so full of relief that Melissa couldn’t quite believe it was for her: did Tai really care that much about this? But the answer came back to her right away: of course Tai did.

‘How’s your head, baby?’ Van murmured, stretching out an arm along the back of the sofa to rub Tai’s shoulder once Tai had settled beside them. Tai leant gratefully into the touch.

‘It’s a bit better, I took some tylenol.’

‘Did you drink more water?’

‘I’ll get some in a bit-’

‘Tai! You need to take better care of yourself, you said you would-’

‘I just wanted to come talk to you guys first-’ Tai shifted round a bit so she was facing Melissa, her face awash with guilt. ‘Um I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry I yelled at you- I should have known that the whole thing was much more likely to be a Shauna and Mari thing and I should have gotten the full story before I reacted. Especially since I…. Well, I shouldn’t have just lashed out.’

There was a moment of silence before Mel realised that Tai was waiting for her to respond.

‘Um. It’s ok.’

Strangely, Tai looked even more anguished at her words.

‘I feel so bad that I made you scared of me,’ she burst out eventually. ‘I don’t ever want you to be afraid of me! I was just having such a bad day but I feel so bad and I’m so sorry-’

‘Hey-’ Van’s calm voice cut in gently. ‘Tai, baby. It’s alright. You’ve apologised. Deep breath.’

Tai drew in a slightly shaky breath and rubbed her forehead.

‘Remember what we say about mistakes?’ Van went on. She turned to Mel. ‘Remember, buddy?’

‘It’s ok to make mistakes as long as you learn and do better,’ Mel gabbled, pleased she’d remembered it word for word. It was something that she and everyone else in the house had heard often- after every lost set of housekeys, every burnt meal, every forgotten chore, every accidental insult- but she was still proud to be able to say it- sometimes her words disappeared on her.

‘That’s right, good job.’

Tai gave a weak smile. 

‘Thanks. You’re right, Mel. But yeah, I’m really sorry. I um-’ She got up. ‘I’ll let you guys carry on watching, I just wanted to come and say sorry properly.’

Before she had even really thought about it, Mel found she had slid off Van’s lap and was wrapping Tai in a hug from behind. Tai looked like she really, really needed one and she could never quite believe that people were done being mad at her without a hug or some other reassurance: Tai was always quick to hug them when they did something wrong. There was no reason Tai shouldn’t get the same reassurance too.

 Tai twisted round and hugged her back gratefully, her fingers digging into Van’s sweatshirt. After a moment, Mel felt another set of arms around her- Van hugging them both together. It felt nice. They stayed like that for a long moment,  and then Van said she was going to go and lay down for a bit until her head felt better, promising to get some water on the way at Van’s stern frown.

Mel climbed back up onto the couch.

‘That was really kind of you, buddy.’

Mel smiled. ‘She looked really sad. I don’t want Tai to be sad.’

‘I know. And she doesn’t want you to be sad- she felt so bad over what happened.’

Mel whipped her head round- did Van mean she’d told Tai about her accident? But Van was already shaking her head.

‘She just knows that she upset you so much you hid in the treehouse. That’s all. I promise.’

Mel relaxed again.

‘Although…’ Van’s voice continued, super casual. ‘You know, Tai would have helped you too. Just like I did.’

Mel didn’t answer.

‘She’d understand,’ Van carried on. ‘Sometimes it’s just hard for you. That’s ok- everyones got things that are hard.’

Mel wriggled uncomfortably. She really wanted Van to stop talking about it: she didn’t like being reminded that she had such a babyish tendency.

‘But I was thinking, maybe we could come up with something to help with that. Like the cards Lot and Nat have when it’s hard to talk.

Melissa started to interrupt: a card saying she needed the bathroom would be almost as embarrassing as wetting her pants- but Van shook her head.

‘I don’t mean like actually a card, just…. some way for you to communicate. Like if you squeezed my hand twice, I’d know you needed to go to the bathroom without you needing to say it. I could… I don’t know, come up with a reason for you to leave the room.’

Mel squirmed. It seemed so much trouble, so convoluted, when she could just say she needed the bathroom and leave like a normal person.

But you don’t, a little voice in her head murmured. You know you don’t and then what happens?

‘Wouldn’t that have been helpful today?’ Van probed. ‘You wouldn’t have needed to interrupt Tai but she would have known to give you a chance to go.’

Melissa blushed and opened her mouth to protest that no, she didn't need anything like that because she wasn’t a baby….and then she remembered what Tai was always reminding her and everyone else.

Take a deep breath. Think before you talk.

Melissa thought with a flush of shame of all the times she’d wished that there was a way she could just get away without needing to use words…and of how many times that situation had ended up with her being uncomfortably damp. It was….more than she’d like to admit.

‘Ok….’ She paused. ‘But….can you be the one to….to tell everyone?’

Van nodded. ‘Sure, kid. No problem.’ She paused. ‘You know, we don’t even need to say it’s for you, just that it’s something that could be helpful for the whole house. Like the traffic light system.’

Mel nodded slowly. That would be ok- no one knew even now who exactly had come up with the traffic light system or what circumstances surrounded it but they all agreed that the house was a lot more peaceful now that ‘Code Red’ was understood universally to mean ‘I’m not mad at you but I need you and everyone else to leave me alone and not talk to me, touch me or interact with me unless absolutely necessary.’

‘I think some of the others might find it helpful too,’ Van added thoughtfully and Mel perked her head up, wondering who else struggled like she did. If there was anyone, they’d been covering it up pretty well. The thought made her hope that the same could be said of her little problem.

‘Ok.’

‘There’s one other thing,’ Van added. ‘Once we’re done watching, i think we should go and find Mar and Jackie.’

‘Why?’

‘I may have heard that you said something not very nice earlier?’ Van raised an eyebrow. ‘I get why you said it, kid, I do- you were upset, you wanted them to go away, it happens. But even so, I think an apology would be a good idea.’

Mel liked how Van said we- as if she and Van were in something together, as if it was obvious that of course Van was on her side and would be coming with her to apologise even though she’d done nothing wrong. 

Now that she was no longer in panicked survival mode, the thought of what she’d said- totally unprompted- hit hard: it had made sense at the time but now all she was thinking about was how much Jackie had cried when Shauna had said that her calico critters were for babies, at how Mari had hidden herself under her duvet to cry in secret the time that Gen had laughed at her for sucking her thumb.

Her own eyes stung in sympathy and she sniffled.

‘Hey, hey-’ Van pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. ‘No need for tears, buddy, it’s ok: we’ll go say you’re sorry and make everything ok, right? No big deal.’

‘But what if they’re still mad at me?’ It came out muffled in Van’s flannel but Van still heard.

‘Well that’s a chance we have to take- but remember how quickly you forgave Tai?’

Mel nodded.

‘Why? Why didn’t you stay mad?’

‘Because I know she didn't mean it. She's really nice usually. And she felt really bad.’

‘And Mari and Jackie know that you didn’t mean it,’ Van countered. ‘You’re usually very, very nice to them and you feel bad. And they love you a lot, just like Tai and I do- I don’t think they’ll hold a grudge. I know it's still scary but you can be brave right?’

Mel didnt feel very brave but she nodded.

‘Great.’ Van paused the movie. ‘Do you want to watch the rest now and apologise after or get it done?’

Now. Melissa knew she’d feel anxious until it was done. She slid off Van’s lap and Van took her hand.

‘Ok let’s go.’

[chycoin]

HUGE SPOILER AHEAD!!!

Watch “TRASH FRIENDS” before reading. If you haven’t watched it and still read this, pls don’t say I didn’t warn you 🫠👍

Just watched “TRASH FRIENDS” and the thumbnail really made me think this was going to be an episode focusing on the way Mario has been treated by Smg4 and his friends (at least that’s how I see it) but I wasn’t expecting an episode about Smg3’s insecurities and fears (mostly insecurities)

I really was caught lacking because I was expecting something and I got the opposite lmao. I should be familiar with this guy’s content already and know that the only thing expected from these episodes is the unexpected xD, but anyways back to talking about the video.

In previous episodes we see that he gets a little bit of customers such as in the episode “You used to be cool” and “CEO OF RIZZ” but in this last mentioned episode he tries to advertise his café after Boopkins’s date works out in the end and so does the same in “SMG4’s NEWS.”

At first you think “Maybe he wants more than what he has” but after watching this episode you realize he’s actually struggling with his business and last weeks episode you change your view from his actions and see him as more desperate rather than greedy after watching this latest ep.

Constantly trying to get more people into his café and taking every single chance he can see to advertise no matter the place or time, like life depends on it.

And talking about chances ._.xD

(This goober losing the video to a basketball, I’m dead😭)

Smg4 comes to this guy’s café for his help to get his “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” back because boi lost it and he wants Smg3’s help because their “FRIENDS”

Of course Smg3 saw this as a chance to advertise his café because HOLY SHIT MICHAEL JORDAD!!! A famous basketball player that anyone would want to have the chance to meet and that’s a chance that Smg3 is willing to take because it means his business would BLOW UP *someone throws them a chair*

Btw when Mario shows up to offer his help, I expected Smg4 to be more happy that he has his avatar buddy always trying to help him but instead…

Don’t get me wrong, I know they got a little weirded out about the fact that Mario is a regular around the Junkyard due to him eating at that location but still, that dialogue still sort of hurt me man qwp

But anyways back to my review of this episode and giving my acoustic povs that nobody asked for.

They arrive at the junkyard and after being there for 5 seconds, they find the legendary pokemon that goes by the name of “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” (sorry for my weak ass jokes, I just woke up and my humor is a little broken rn)

After having the video on sight, Mario pulls a Yoshi and beats the crap out of the spaghetti plate where the video so happened to land on, in one go. Obviously, causing the other two to try and force the USB out of him but both failed as Mario did a BLJ through the trash and forcing 3 & 4 to dig through everything to find him.

Now… the part I was dying to talk about and hopefully I can let out my thoughts the proper way.

As the two spend an entire evening just digging through trash, they start a friendly conversation until Smg4 touches the Smg3’s CnB topic which causes Smg3 to get nervous and lie about everything being fine because he has something that every human being has unfortunately, ✨I N S E C U R I T I E S✨.

Which I understand because bruh, 3’s been seen as a bad copy of 4 who’s the total opposite of him for a good piece of his life, if not his ENTIRE existence and now that’s he’s going through a change in his life for the better, he’s going to face a lot of these insecurity episodes because he’s so used to being seen as the bad guy, the bad copy, The Villain. Always people seeing what 4 does and never looking what 3 does which got him into that dark path.

Is like the Sun and the Moon kind of thing. The Sun (Smg4) can shine the brightest while the moon (Smg3) is just a floating rock shining the least. I’ll bring this up again at the end of the review.

But yeah, Smg3 has insecurities and is more shown when they reach the entrance of Mario’s hiding spot.

-Part 2 🫠👍-

[missamyrisa2]

can we pleeeeeaseeee talk about how hottttt thumb tickles are? Not tickling the thumbs, althoughhhh I have had ~thoughts~ about a veryyy fine tipped brush being used to explore and paint the lines on someone's thumb because there's a tonnnn of tinyyy ticklish area to explore there and also it gives new meaning to thumb war when you're in a specialized chair and apparatus to keep your hand in the thumbs up position which also makes it look like you're constantly giving approval to these tickles and ahhhh~!!!

I'm dying laughing at the thought of someone constantly giving a thumbs up to their being tickled to bitssss~

What was I talking about~~

Oooh yessss when someone has your sides held and they start grazing their thumbs over your inner sides, like thatttt tender sorta curve? It's just mmmhh ~ the way thumbs move is unlike the other fingers, sooo like kinda clumsy but cute and they cover so much area and it's like the other fingers are supporting by grasping around the back so their buddy can just go to down with those ticklyyy rubbiesss~!!

And it works in the underarms tooo~! Fingers braced around the backside of the armpits so the thumbiesss can go to work, drawing those stubby circles around and making you feeeel every bit of your sensitive spots in those cute underarms~~~ Oooh and the thumbly feet ticklesss!! Those fingers holding steady on the tops of your feet so lovelyyy thumblina can glideeee endlessly under the toessss under the toesss and cover allll that valley of sensitivity~~

Annnnnddd when someone is doing the scrunchy hand teaseeee y'know where their hands look like a tickle machine which has cornered you and it is taunting so meanlyyyy ~ or maybe that's just meee ~ butttt yeahhh when those fingers are wiggling and threatening tickles the thumbyyy is doing like this limited awkward follow along and it's just mmmmhhhh ~ especially if they have long nails because you knowww that extra slow grazing tickle of that thumbnail is going to be the icing on the giggle sundae which is youuuu you're the tickle desserts and you're gonna meltttttt~

Andddd annnnd andddd~!! The royal spot thumbbby rubby rubb~!! Whether it's the fingers grasping the royal rod while the thumb teasinglyyyy rubs under the tip riiiight on that most sensitive spot~ orrrr a finger stroking the regal lipssss or maybe dipping in to find that most sensitive tickle buttttonnn~ while the thumb and the girly pearl get nicelyyy acquainted with tickly ticklyyyy rubssss~

Sooo yeahhh~~~ 👍 ~<33

[weaselishmcdiesel]

theres a youtube channel profiting off and lying about ai art and it's pissing me off

@/tendofarms on youtube uses ai art in the thumbnails and videos of their animal crossing compilation videos, claims it to be made by them despite also giving credit to a @/lumasi.png on instagram, who claims it's "a comission." this art is also being sold on merch on the channel's etsy account.

They haven't posted a video in 2 months but to see that they've made money through this scheme really pisses me off. Also the fact that they're attempting to decieve people by creating a fake artist on instagram who posts the ai art. They've attempted to say the art is a blend of original art made in photoshop/illustrator as well as the help of ai art. I dont believe this is true and im going to show your asses why

On their first video, they say

"my normal workflow so far has been to paint backgrounds, then get Ai to help with character design, i bring to photoshop to select my favorites, and put together something from my personal painting combined with my favorite Ai characters. Hope this clears things up :D"

The art in question:

and if you have no issues with it, here are MY issues with it

i'll pretend for a second that this person did make the backgroundand ignore the fucking surreal characters. sure. ok so what the fuck are these details. and also how did the ai manage to match your style so well? it doesnt have a backglog of years of YOUR work, does it?

On another video, they say

"a lot of illustrator/photoshop work went into this art. I used Ai to get ideas for composition and generate some character ideas, still some stuff i wish i improved but i think i got it to a decent final stage. Hope you guys enjoy the art and the mix <3333 love!!!"

the art in question with my notes.

The reason this particular post stands out to me is because in the DESCRIPTION of this video, they say the art was made by @lumasi.png on instagram. So when i go to their account and find this art, i see this

so, ok. was it a commission or did tendyfarms make it using a lot of illustrator/photoshop work. and if they ARE two different people.. wow their styles are so similar thats crazy /sarcastic as fuck

I would also like to point out that @/lumasi.png's first post, one that isnt featured in a tendyfarms video, also reeks of ai.

But maybe this isnt a big issue. Their etsy after all only shows that theyve made 16 sales, and their most popular views sit around 100k views, which probably isnt enough to even earn a stable living from, so who cares.

Just. as someone who listens to a lot of music from youtube mixes/compilations, who also makes art, i feel it's really fucking disrespectful to try and claim art as your own in a space where i go to try and relax or find new musical artists. and it's fucking rampant! i have to check each mix to see if using ai for the art, which i can only really see if i click on the video, giving them a small boost in stats. And if they arent using ai art? theyre probably stealing the art directly from an artist and not giving proper credit. Forget about asking the artist for permission, it's not like countless youtubers have explained how thumbnails are The Most important element of a video. Just go ahead and take someone else's work to give yourself some cash.

I know tumblr users hate generative ai already, but i'd just like to give a little attention to what youtube looks like, and to try and ask for more vigilance, more comments calling out the bullshit. I dont see a lot of comments at all on tendofarm's posts! or any mention of ai can be brushed away with "oh i used ai as well as drawing it myself" :/ you didnt buddy. you just didnt do that.

Idk what the right thing to do is, report their etsy? report their youtube? does either company care? maybe you can tell me

but i should probably say dont harass them. as much as i would like to. just try your best not to give retention to videos that shamelessly and ile about ai. Really look at the videos, really scrutinize if you can spare the time to. thanks

also. is it just me or do the cats in lumasi's pfp and this etsy reviewer's photo look the same. not sure what this could mean. up to you

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

Where would you advise someone to start with object shows? I know nothing but the shapes intrigue me

I’d definitely recommend starting with bfdi/battle for dream island by jacknjellify! season 1 is rougher but still REALLY funny; if you’re not vibing with it, start with season 4 (like I did) and then just go back to season 1 whenever you start wondering what they’re talking about when they vaguely mention the past.

The story has spiderwebbed out like crazy by now and i can't even keep track of it (there are only 5 seasons, and one is only one episode long! but two are running concurrently: 2 and 5, and the episodes keep getting longer). but it was the first object show, and my favorite one! most other object shows reference it, and all of them are loosely inspired by it by virtue of it having come first

some other good places to start if that's just not for you are:

It’s Time For The (which is a little off kilter and goofier but it’s so funny. it’s so funny. it's still a gameshow, it's just got a different thing going on and it's surprisingly good at writing characters despite everything)

Modern Objects, Epic Jungle Show, or Nightly Manor (none of which follow the gameshow format but all of which are very sweet, character driven stories. Modern Objects is sweet slice of life and very short, Epic Jungle Show is sort of meandering vignettes about two buddies in a jungle, and Nightly Manor is an emotional ongoing murder mystery that has yet to be solved)!

The non-gameshow ones are probably best for just jumping in without any prior knowledge, because any gameshow one (of which there are dozens on youtube. dozens and dozens) will lean on some BFDI beats and generally won't bother to sit and explain how it works (BFDI is VERY good at always explaining what it's doing and why things work, at least in the first several seasons, but shows that start as copycats generally just go "now we are doing the thing we all know about" and will sometimes even lampshade the fact that any characters or viewers who are confused will just have to deal with it.) so: if you're looking for a starting point, start with BFDI or, if it really doesn't sit with you, try one of the non-gameshow ones here! They just have cutey characters <33

gameshows are kinda the bones of object shows, a lot of times copying bfdi in very specific ways (what is an object show if it does not have nickel, pencil, and snowball in it. and a Recovery Center and Armless People! and powerful beings that show up and make you do contests for prizes! you'll see. once you watch like two shows you'll see it.) but as you can see, a lot of people made off with their own characters and did very different things with them!

There are tons of really good ones I haven't seen, and ones I like but didn't mention! Once you watch a few YouTube won't stop recommending you cutesy thumbnails, and you'll be able to get a sense of whether you want to watch it or not pretty quick into an episode once you know how they tend to go. Again -- BFDI is still like, the cream of the crop, the sourdough starter to me, it's worth at least trying it first to get an idea of what object shows started from, but if it's not your cup of tea or if you just want something different, there are a bunch of others you can dive into once you get an idea of what an object show is all about! the youtube community is pretty tightknit which makes it really good for clicking on one and then trawling through recommendations until you find something else interesting :]

[middleearthpixie]

Better Days ~ Chapter Twenty-Four

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it. 

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings:  Modern!Frerin x ofc Elena Madison

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.3k

Read on AO3

Elena had just settled down on the sofa with a book she’d been trying to finish since August when Alyssa poked her head into the living room. “I thought Dr. Hottie was coming over tonight?”

“Lyssa…”

“Sorry. I meant, Dr. Durin?”

“He is. I think. He had to go and see his son first and then drop off his kids, so maybe he got delayed.”

“Go and see his son?” Alyssa came completely into the room and curled up next to her on the sofa. “Where’s his son?”

“He’s just not home with the others right now and it’s not really my information to share, Lyssa.”

“Gotcha. I know I overheard Maura saying her brother was in the hospital over vacation, but since she doesn’t know you’re my mom, she hasn’t said anything to me, either. And that’s all you have to tell me. I’m not a gossip, you know.” Alyssa tucked her feet up underneath her. “Do you like him, Mom?”

“Dr. Durin?”

“Yeah. I mean, unless there’s another hot doc you’re seeing?”

Elena laughed as she shook her head. “No, there’s not another hot doc I’m seeing. He’s the only one.”

“Grandma was asking me about him.”

That made Elena sit up straighter. “What?”

“Yeah. I mean, not in the she was digging for dirt kind of a way, but more of the so what’s your mom doing while you’re down here kind of way.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“I told her you’d met a guy and he was really nice and he made you happy.” Alyssa shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, even as she traced a thumbnail along the reindeer on her fleece pants. “But, she wanted to know everything about him, so she might be reporting back to Dad, which would serve him right anyway. He should stew knowing you’re dating a hot doctor.”

“It’s none of his business.”

“I know, but in all honesty? Dr. Durin is way cooler than Carina. She’s such a twat. And, Grandma was happy for you. She can’t stand Carina. In fact, she also thinks she’s a twat.”

“Lyssa.”

“What? She is.” Alyssa looked up from her pant leg. “She likes to think we’re all buddy-body and she keeps dropping hints to Dad about getting married and if they do, she wants me to be a bridesmaid. And I think she’s said that to Grandma more than once. And if you ask me, she and Pop are terrified it’ll happen. They’re still mad at him over you guys anyway.”

“Well, it’s none of their business who your father dates or marries and it’s really none of their business who I date.”

“Well, I think they’d like Dr. D. I know they’d like him better than Carina.” A soft knock sounded and she smiled. “And speak of the devil, I bet that’s your hottie pediatrician so I’ll just skedaddle on off to my room, Mom. Want me to turn the stereo up?”

“Alyssa!”

“What?” Alyssa offered up an angelic smile as she slid from the sofa. “I’ll get the door.”

“That won’t keep you from being reminded to watch yourself,” Elena told her, shaking her head. “You’re fourteen. Remember that.”

“Sorry, Mom.” There was absolutely no remorse whatsoever in Alyssa’s voice, but before Elena could say anything, Alyssa had tugged open the door. “Hi, Dr. Durin.”

“Hey, Alyssa. Welcome home. How was Florida?”

“It was awesome! And unlike here, not at all freezing.”

“Yeah, well, it’ll be spring before you know it.”

“Not soon enough.”

“My daughter says the same thing.” He grinned as he came into the apartment and Elena’s heart beat faster as that smile alit on her. “Do you hate the cold as well?”

“Me?” Elena rose, shaking her head. “Not one bit. It’s the heat that’s my enemy.”

“Yeah? Do you like to ski?”

“Well, that’s my cue,” Alyssa said, moving to the far end of the living room. “Night, Mom. Night, Dr. Durin.”

“Good night, Alyssa.”

“Night, Lyssa.” Elena turned back to Frerin after Alyssa moved on down the hallway. “Come on in. Have you eaten anything?”

“Yeah, actually. Jake wanted Mickey D’s, so we brought it with us to the hospital to see him. He was in heaven.”

“How’s he doing?” 

Frerin shrugged out of his jacket, nodding. “He’s doing all right, actually. He should be home by the end of the week and then, it’s back into counseling for all of us.”

“Back into it?”

“Yeah. When Toni and I first separated, we went in a half-assed attempt at saving a marriage that was beyond dead, and then we went when Flynn had his fight with Riley Crenshaw.” 

“Who?” she asked as they settled on the sofa and she clicked on the television.

“Oh, right… the kid Toni had her affair with, his brother, Riley was in Flynn’s class and Flynn went after him when the kid said a few less than complimentary about his mother. He almost ended up expelled and we tried therapy again. Maybe this time it’ll help us, though, since Jake tried—”

His voice hitched and without thinking, she reached for his hand. Frerin linked his fingers with hers. “You don't have to talk about it, if you’d rather not,” she murmured.

“No, it’s okay. I just—I’m still pretty raw about it. I mean, I knew the kids were hurting, but both Toni and I tried to keep Jake in dark about it and I think Maura and Flynn did as well. But maybe he overheard one of us, or just got too far into his own head about why Mom and Dad were splitting up.”

“Maybe he’s having a hard time with Dad dating again?”

“Maybe, but he hasn’t seemed to be too bothered any time it came up.” 

“How many girlfriends has Dad had since he and Mom split up?”

A sheepish grin came to his lips. “Girlfriends? You’re the only one, Lena. Before you, it was a date here, a date there, nothing serious.”

“Just sex?”

He chuckled. “Guilty on occasion. But, nothing in my house, and I never spent the night anywhere, so the kids didn't know about it. They had enough to deal with where Toni was concerned. I wasn't giving any indication that I was fooling around with anyone. No one needed to know about that at all, as far as I was concerned.”

“I get that. So, maybe it was something that happened when he was with your ex.”

“Yeah,” Frerin let out a long, low sigh, slowly bobbing his head, “I think you hit the nail on the head. I just don’t know what that something was. I know he and the guy Toni’s living with have butted heads and from what Flynn told me, there’s a common theme there among the three of them.”

“You should talk to Toni.”

“Yeah, I should. Trouble is, I don’t want to. It doesn’t do any good. Ever.”

“Frerin.”

“Yeah, I know. Sometimes being a grownup sucks.”

“Yeah, but sometimes it doesn’t.”

“This is not one of those times.”

“No, but maybe tomorrow will be.”

“Maybe.”

She settled against him, tucking her head against his chest as he draped his arm about her shoulders. Abbott Elementary came on and she smiled. “This show gets it.”

“Gets what?”

“What teaching is like. Half the time, it’s thinking admin is a bunch of idiots, and the other half, is dealing with parents and smartass kids. And seventh graders are not much different from fourth graders. They’re just taller sometimes.”

He chuckled softly. “Is it that bad?”

“Yes and no. Parents are the worst part of teaching, to be honest. When they’re on your side, they can make my job so much easier, but when they aren’t? I want to run away and join the circus.”

“Believe it or not, my admin is not much better and parents can be just such… assholes sometimes…”

She burst out laughing. “Frerin! Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I know it sounds terrible, but trying to convince a parent that vaccines don’t cause autism when they think their Google search and a five minute YouTube video they watched is comparable to my four years of college, four years of med school, five years of residency and state boards. It’s like banging your head into a concrete wall.” He sighed softly. “Maybe we should both run away and join the circus.”

“And what would we do with our kids.”

“Fuck, I forgot about them.”

She snuggled closer. “Yeah, I think the circus is out for us, Frerin.”

“I think so, too.”

They watched in comfortable silence for a few minutes longer, then Frerin said, “How would you feel about meeting my kids?”

She glanced up at him. “Are you sure this is a good time? What with everything yours are going through right now?”

He seemed to think it over, then nodded. “Yeah. I do, Lena. Look, you’re important to me and they know you exist, so maybe it’s time to show them life won’t always be a rollercoaster for them. I mean, we’ve been seeing each other a few weeks now, and I don't know about you, but I like where we’re heading, so…”

“Where we’re heading?”

“I love you, Lena. And I want them to know there’s stability in their lives on my end, even if their mother is still a mess.”

“Doesn’t she live with someone?”

“Yeah, the Skeeze.”

Elena pulled away to stare at him. “The what?”

“The Skeeze. That’s what the kids call him. His name’s Tim, but I think Skeeze works just fine as well.”

“Why do they call him the Skeeze?”

“Because he is. And according to my lawyer, I should have no problem in keeping him away from the kids. He is the last person I want anywhere near them, especially Jake. And when I tried to talk to Toni about it, about how he’s constantly riding the kids, she defended him. Flynn told me about a fight Skeeze had with Jake the morning he tried to hurt himself and she defended the fucking Skeeze.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you kidding me?”

That earned her a long, level look. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“No, and that was a stupid thing for me to say,” she told him, her cheeks hot. “I just—I just can’t believe she’d side against her—your—kids.”

“Yeah, because I doubt you ever would. But she did and I don't know why I was surprised by it to begin with, you know?”

“Maybe you hoped she would put any guy before her own kids?”

“Maybe. Then again, she knew how they felt about him. They never liked him. I never liked him. But now? Now, if he came into the ER bleeding out, I’m not at all sure I wouldn’t let him just die.”

“That’s cold.”

“He’s the reason Jake hurt himself. He could never be dead enough to me.”

“Wait, you said he and Jake had a fight that morning. What kind of a fight?”

She listened patiently as he went into what happened the morning that Jake tried to hurt himself. She managed to stay quiet until he finished, when she gripped his thick wrist and whispered, “I’d be livid, and you’re right, dead is too good for him.” 

“Right?”

“But are you sure now is the time to bring someone new into their lives? Aren’t they dealing with enough?”

“In all honesty, I think they’ll be okay with finally meeting you. Lord knows I’ve talked about you enough to them. And besides, I’ve met Alyssa, so it seems only fair.”

“Frerin.”

“What? It does.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hell, yes, I’m sure. Look, Lena, I’ve had a lot of time to think over the last few days and yeah, I think it’s time. And maybe, we talk about where we go next after this?”

“Where we go next?”

“Yeah. You’ve seen my house. There’s plenty of room and Alyssa can have her own bedroom, so—”

“Wait, you want us to move in with you?”

“I’ve thought about it.”

“Frerin, wait a minute… I mean, that’s a bit sudden, don't you think?”

“Yeah. But it feels right and I can’t say that about a lot of things in my life right now.”

She sighed softly. On one hand, she liked the idea of moving in with him, but at the same time… “Maybe you should get your divorce finalized first. Then we can discuss this.”

“You don’t want to move in together?”

“I didn't say that. You’ve been through an absolutely terrible two weeks, you’re dealing with what’s going to probably be an ugly custody battle, and an equally ugly divorce. I think those should all be sorted out and worked through before you think about anyone moving in with you.”

He sighed softly, leaning his head back against the cushion. “That’s not quite the answer I thought I’d get.”

“Well, you want me to be truthful, right? Let the dust settle. Let your kids adjust. And when that all happens,” she smiled, “ask me again, because I might surprise you with my answer.”

He said nothing at first and his expression didn't change. She tried to ignore the uncomfortable flutter in her stomach at his prolonged silence, and waited for him to just get up and walk out, the way Dan would when he got an answer about something he didn't like.

But then, he let out a long sigh and murmured, “Yeah… I guess you’ve got a point.”

Then he looked over at her. “But, you’ll say yes then?”

“Frerin.”

To her relief, he winked. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, right?”

“We will, yeah.”

“Fair enough. Fair enough.”

She snuggled against him once more, and the peaceful silence fell about them. For a moment, she thought about trying to lure him into her bedroom. After all, it had been a while since they were last together. 

But in the end, she decided against it. He looked exhausted and sitting there, on the sofa with him, just cuddling as they watched television was really all they needed at that moment. 

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[resident-idiot-simp]

Here are the top extensions I use, I have a ton but here are the highlights. And I saw you already had uBlock Origin, so I wont repeat that. You'll see the general thread of these is that theyre mostly anti-tracking or similar ClearURLs, removes the tracking garbage at the end of a URL so companies like amazon cant track your activity as well Cookie AutoDelete, I love this one because after a tab is closed and youre done with it, the extension deletes any cookies that the site may have forced onto you. You can tell it to allow cookies from sites you trust on a whitelist. Any password manager, I have one that came with my VPN but any one will work, this is especially helpful if you have cookie autodelete, since deleteing the cookie will stop the site from keeping you logged in. Personally, this is a mild inconvenience that I take over the loss of privacy if I didnt delete them DeArrow, is a youtube extension that "unclickbaits" titles and sometimes thumbnails Decentraleyes, another antitracking that works in the background, hand in hand with uBlock Don't track me Google, like ClearURLs, but specifically for google links, this one also speeds up google results since its not bogged down with tracking you Google search engine with udm=14 preset, this one makes it so that google doesnt show that stupid AI box at the top of the results. As a side effect it also blocks the quick answers box that google used to have where it would scrape the first result or so, and it blocks features like the calculator result if you used google for like.... math for some reason. If you cant find the result with this one on, you can just click clear filters on the google page and it goes back to normal, but this makes google far more usable in my opinion. Indie Wiki Buddy, this one is great if youre a fic writer like me and hate fandom.com. It darkens fandom.com sites and adds a helpful link to the same page on an independent fan wiki, which many fandoms have because they also hate fandom.com. New Tab Suspender, any tabs that you havent been looking at for longer than 15 minutes will go into a sleep mode that frees up your RAM, I have ADHD and thus a ton of tabs, this is a life saver OneTab, like suspender, but entirely up to you to use. If I have 10 tabs open for fic research, then i know Im done writing for the day, I can click one button that scoops all my tabs on my research window onto OneTab, which will provide a single tab with all the URLs, and titles of the sites easily stored away. And then once im ready to write again, I can click one button and open all those tabs back up, ready to work again. I also have one with about 30 AO3 tabs. Its far lower impact than New Tab Suspender, but more for long term storage Privacy Badger, sends a do not track message to websites for you, if the site ignores that message, Privacy Badger will block the tracker itself SponsorBlock for YouTube, this one highlights and skips over sponsored sections of youtube videos, I cant go back TrackMeNot, this one works in the background sending fake google searches to hide what youre actually googling. It helps get rid of that "I was just looking at new glasses websites and now all the ads on every site I go to is about fucking glasses" phenomenon.

A long list I know, but these are the best of what I have, and it makes Firefox all the better in my opinion. Hope you enjoy the transition!

I'm going to add most of these thank you

[luvhhannie]

“yn!” your underclassman, easel neighbor, hyunjin, whisper yelled at you. you averted your gaze from your phone to his figure as you turn off your phone.

“what is it, hyunjin?” you ask him. he shook his head in disappointment and pointed towards the brainstorm board that the art teacher has made for the class. it was mostly scribbled phrases about concepts and art intentions, as well as color theory and color intention. you raised an eyebrow.

“are you telling me that i’m stupid oorr?” you trailed off. hyunjin sighed.

“no, dumbass, but ms. dawn just told us that one of our pieces should be inspired or a recreation of an existing piece. i know damn well you weren’t listening.” he lectured as you made an O expression. you hummed and grabbed your sketchbook, making thumbnail sketches. he looked over and stared at your moving hands.

“for someone who doesn’t listen in class, i can’t deny the fact that you’re an amazing artist.” hyunjin complimented. the door suddenly opened and you heard murmurs around the room, but you disregarded it, as hyunjin’s compliment was taking over your brain.

“hell yeah i am,” you giggled “but thank you.”

“anyways, what piece are you recreating? what even is your theme?” he asks you. the easel beside you creaked as you thought of an answer.

“hmm…beauty of death and life…i need to do a research on it though.” you said, still making sketches on your sketchbook. hyunjin then began brainstorming on his sketchbook as well, when suddenly you heard voices on your other side.

“myungho-ah! how was paris~? i bet it was beautiful there.” a high pitched voice asked. hyunjin scoffed as your eyes softened. there was a program at your university where a selected few were given the opportunity to visit the louvre in paris. these people are considered artistic and inspirational, and you knew hyunjin deserved one of the spots, yet he never gotten the call.

“it was alright.” the voice simply said. you were too focused sketching on your sketchbook and going back to your phone researching romeo and juliet pieces to feel the other boy’s gaze at you. however, hyunjin noticed it. he suddenly nudged you, making you draw a line across one of your thumbnail sketches. your pursed your lips.

“what was that for?” you whisper yelled at hyunjin. he blinked at you and moved closer.

“myungho is looking at your sketchbook.” he whispered as you move your head towards the other male next to you. you and myungho held eye contact for a second when he went back to his own sketchbook. you shrugged your shoulders and went back to sketching.

“he probably wanted to see what i was doing? i don’t know man.” you said to hyunjin. hyunjin sighed snd continued doing his own thing. after an hour of brainstorming and researching, you finally settled on recreating millais’ ophelia. the beautiful death of ophelia and the liveliness of the flowers made you think that the piece would be perfect for your exhibition. you then got up from your station and walked over to the supply table, where your other station buddy was also at. he watched you as you wondered if you should use a flat canvas or a stretched canvas. you awkwardly stand beside him when suddenly he broke the silence.

“what medium are you going to use?” he asked you. you finally looked at myungho and smiled awkwardly.

“oh, uhm, i was thinking of using oils for my piece…” you said in a meek tone as he hummed. he then pointed to the stretched canvas you were holding.

“then i think you should use the stretched canvas. it’s perfect for oil painting.” he stated. you knew he was right, but you also knew that using a stretched canvas means that you have to readjust the canvas again. in three words, too much work, well, for you. you sighed.

“yeah, i think so too, but it’s just too much work, you know?” you complained to myungho as he chuckled. he grabbed the canvas off your hands and also grabbed another canvas, most likely for his piece.

“i’ll restretch it for you.” he said. you look up at him with wide eyes.

“really? i owe you my life man! thank you!” you said to him as you follow him to the mat table. he readjusted his canvas first as you watch him. you knew how to adjust and stretch canvases, it was just the amount of effort in it that makes you lose interest. he then proceded on to your canvas. he removed the staples from the wooden frame and removed the canvas fabric. he adjusted the fabric on the frame and hold on to it tightly. you were watching intently, not noticing that he raised his head to look at you.

“yn.” he called out your name. you looked back at myungho and just stared at him in confusion. he bit his lower lip and motioned his gaze to the canvas.

“can you let me know if this is good? i don’t know how stretched you want the canvas to be.” he said. you nodded your head, blushing from embarrassment, as you helped him. adjusting the frame and canvas fabric, he finally finished. he held your canvas to you as he smiled softly.

“here you go.” he said. you smiled at myungho.

“thank you, myungho! i really appreciate it a lot.” you said as myungho just walked back to his station and started sketching his piece on to his canvas. you also went back to your station and started sketching. during the whole class, you were able to finish half way blocking in the color on to your piece. during dismissal, hyunjin went up to you.

“you staying here at the studio, or back to the dorms?” he asked you. you mixed the colors on your glass palette as you replied to him.

“i’m staying here, i need to finish blocking in these shapes so it would be easier for me to add the deets during next class.” you said to him. hyunjin hummed and grabbed his canvas.

“okay, just let me know if you need anything. see you around.” he bid farewell as he walks out of the room. at this hour, there would still be a couple of students doing their pieces. right now, only you, myungho and a couple of students are in the room. you noticed myungho beside you organizing his station. he grabbed his canvas and bag and walked out of the room.

“huh, must be nice to be a good artist, not even worrying about the time.” you sighed to yourself as you continue with your art. as you were focused on your piece, you didn’t notice the talk frame behind you.

“woah! that looks so cool!” the person behind you said as you flinched in surprise. you looked behind you and sighed in relief.

“oh, it’s just you, mingyu.” you smiled at the tall male, who was holding two cups of coffee.

“i did tell you earlier i’m gonna visit you. anyways, how are you doing?” he asked as he placed one of the coffee cups on the table next to your easel. you thanked him for it and faced him.

“grab the stool over there and sit next to me, and i’m doing alright…uni is stressing me out.” you chuckled as he sits beside you. he looked at you with concern.

“oh, i get you. just don’t push yourself too hard, okay? i’ll always be here if you need help.” he said with a smile. you smiled at him as you take a sip of the coffee he gave you. sweet, you’ve always liked your coffee a little bit bitter though.

“thank you, gyu. you’re such a sweetheart.” you smiled as you two stare into each other’s eyes. he smiled back.

“oh, you flatter me, but i’ll always have your back.”

yes or no I x. minghao x reader - ophelia

𓇢𓆸 synopsis: where jaehyun is forced to be yn's wingman for mingyu, but unbeknownst to him, mingyu is also getting some help from his friend.

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[marrowhyena]

Anonymous Coward asked: Crudeness aside, that OP does have a point: we are outnumbered and also a niche as male, gay furries and you need to be better by respecting your general audience more regardless beliefs, religion or politics (instead of deflecting and being judgmental with "lols" while forcing sexuality and queerness into them.) Where am I going with this? Remember when you admittely were worried about lossing viewers because of that Leo and Marrow piece being used as a thumbnail and were forced to stop using it?

Did you just 'forced diversity' me? Why does Dishonored Wolf watch my content? Your entire argument amounts to "you should go back into the closet and stop expressing yourself so that you don't make conservative christians uncomfortable." Sorry you hate yourself, buddy. Go the fuck away lol

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