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[inkameswetrust]

Lucy x Mercedes (Lucedes)

This is a Big Time Headcanon! If you don't agree with the headcanon I MADE UP, please do not interact.

divider by @visceracture

Lucy embodies many traits of the kind of person Griffin would forbid Mercedes from dating. She's outspoken, punk-rock, spunky, dresses alternatively, and isn't afraid to take what she wants—all "bad boy" traits of which Griffin does not approve of in Mercedes' love life. I believe that if Lucy and Mercedes met, they'd enter a situationship of sorts. They embody the classic spoiled daddy's girl/punk-rock misfit dynamic. It's all a matter of will they or won't they. Mercedes would despise Lucy at first because of her lack of filter and unwillingness to be manipulated. It would frustrate Mercedes to have someone call her out on her blatant disregard for others and cause her to shut down/storm off as a result. Lucy would initially either think nothing of Mercedes or share her level of disdain for the sole fact that she has no discernible personality outside of being a spoiled brat.

Their encounters would be verbally combative in nature until Mercedes realizes Lucy largely contributes to why she even visits the Palm Woods in the first place. Being that Mercedes normally dates boys on a whim because she's too pretty and powerful for them to decline, she's faced with the struggle that she has no idea how to express the feelings she's developed for Lucy and thus falter in her endeavors to insult or demean her. Lucy would tease Mercedes upon sensing her romantic feelings. The humor in her teasing would lose its comedic effect over time and suddenly Lucy would realize she was in too deep. Mercedes' feelings would soon be reciprocated, but Lucy preferred Mercedes to confess rather than having to draw it out of her.

Lucy had invited Mercedes to hang out with her and her friends one night. They spent their time at the Palm Woods pool just before quiet hours, but Lucy had noticed Mercedes' discomfort amidst the chatter and good times. Mercedes expresses finally catching up with just how out of touch she's been. Most people were too intimidated to befriend and spend time with her because of her wealth and good looks. Being a pretty rich girl just became second nature at some point but it was never as fulfilling as Mercedes wanted it to be. Being around a tight-knit group of friends finding solace in doing the simplest things together felt foreign to her. She wasn't sure if she could allow herself to ease into the group after the impression she'd left on them when they first met her.

Embarrassed from baring her soul to Lucy so easily, Mercedes flees. Lucy goes after her and fails to alleviate her stress. Mercedes leaves and avoids Lucy for the rest of the night. Lucy lies awake awaiting a text or a call but receives nothing. On her way out the next day, Lucy bumps into Mercedes who had stopped by to apologize to her for leaving. Mercedes wanted to try letting her walls down for a change and invited Lucy to hang out with her exclusively for the day. They hit the town, blow a few bucks on things they don't need, and get to know each other better. They end their time together with a kiss.

This gesture led to many a rendezvous in which they would go out on dates, make out in Lucy's apartment, play pranks on Big Time Rush, or just spend the hours talking each other's ears off in the Palm Woods park. When things started to get serious, Lucy had come to the realization that they never quite put a label on their relationship. She expressed liking the idea of legitimately dating Mercedes and wanting to make them official, but Mercedes declined and said she preferred things to stay just as they are. That there was no need to rush into anything serious when things are going so well in the present.

Lucy, not wanting to lose Mercedes or the bond they'd formed over time, begrudgingly rescinded her offer. She was still mildly insecure about how things ended in her previous relationship with Beau but at least this way Mercedes couldn't cheat on her because they weren't legitimately together. It didn't take long for Lucy's feelings to fester during the time she spent with Mercedes, and soon enough she attempted to ask her out again. Although Mercedes was thrilled Lucy loved being around her and genuinely cared for her, she wasn't entirely sure she could allow herself to date Lucy wholeheartedly. Lucy wondered if that was because she embodied traits that Griffin would disapprove of in someone dating his daughter, but Mercedes never cared much about personality in the boys she's dated in the past. In fact, she liked dating "bad boys" just to upset her father. But it was different when it came to girls. That was an entirely different threshold that she was not ready to cross.

As a result, Lucy ended things with Mercedes altogether. She was never one for casual flings or hookups. The only way she could see herself continuing to be with Mercedes was if they were in a serious, committed relationship. She was all in, but she couldn't waste her time trying to convince Mercedes of that. Mercedes succumbed to compulsory heterosexuality and reverted back to her old ways of dating boys on a whim to repress her feelings for Lucy. She stopped visiting the Palm Woods, but they'd occasionally see each other around town and share sorrowful glances. Sometimes they'd ask friends to pass messages or gifts along to each other because they'd still think about one another at times but were too afraid and heartbroken to speak in person. Lucy is inspired by the events of her time with Mercedes to write songs of yearning, angst, and other emotions reminiscent of their situationship. She'd written particular lyrics and melodies hoping that Mercedes was out there listening, but she'd never know for sure.

[frogsinajar]

Happy almost 4/13, have some funnies

extra doodles under the cut

[nipuni]

New outfits after a million years! ☺️

Also new house since my last outfit post! we are still in the process of furnishing and decorating but we have a dressing room now! I've been leaning more 60's and 70's with my looks lately, what do you think!

[narfin-frood]

best friends five ever

[asgardian--angels]

**URGENT** HELP SAVE THE USGS BEE LAB!

PLEASE circulate this as widely as possible, as soon as possible.

Hi all, you may not know me but I am a native bee researcher in the eastern US. People like me work to study and protect the 3600 species of native bees in North America, many of which are in severe decline.

We just received devastating news, that unfortunately was not surprising. The Trump administration's proposed 2026 budget is set to defund most of the ecological research happening at the USGS, and that includes zeroing out the budget for the USGS Native Bee Inventory & Monitoring Lab.

Don't know them? Maybe you've seen stunning photos like this:

These gorgeous and evocative focus-stacked photos of native bees on black backgrounds - all of which are public domain - come from the USGS Bee Lab (here's their Flickr). Through these, they've helped bring the beauty and importance of native bees to the public's attention. Hundreds if not thousands of news articles, videos, and publications use these photos.

But that is just one tiny slice of what the USGS Bee Lab does for pollinator conservation. Its primary role is much bigger; they provide technical support, research collaborations, and financial & grant partnerships to federal and state agencies, academic institutions and researchers, and much more, so we can study, manage, and protect North America's wild pollinators. They conduct research of their own that has led to species rediscoveries, and produce invaluable resources that have greatly advanced our understanding of wild bees and our approaches to studying and conserving them. They also provide the essential and irreplaceable service of bee identification. For those who don't know, identifying bees is hard. Sometimes Really Hard. And this lab is one of just a handful of places in the entire country who can identify some of the toughest groups of bees, and who sit on the forefront of breakthroughs on taxonomy and identification that the rest of us in this field rely on. Without this service, agencies and researchers trying to survey and monitor bees in order to track population declines, manage land, and get policy changed are stuck with a lot of nameless bees, severely limiting the usefulness of that data.

Tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of bee specimens pass through this lab annually, plus the thousands in permanent storage, from long-term monitoring efforts by state and federal agencies, and researchers like myself. They operate at a greater capacity than basically any other institution doing this kind of work. Few if any bee researchers in the eastern US, or even the country, have not benefitted from this lab's work, and those benefits are passed on to you through being able to protect pollinators and the services they provide both in agriculture and ecosystems.

This lab is headed up by scientist Sam Droege, who has dedicated decades of his life to this cause, and whom I consider not just a research partner but, humbly, a friend. I am utterly indebted to him for helping me get my start in this field, and for the support and kindness he has shown me and every other young professional who is passionate about pollinators. The Lab operates with an insanely small budget already, and a very limited staff, yet the impact they have is exponentially outsized. Losing the USGS Bee Lab would be a devastating blow to pollinator conservation in this country, at a time when native bee species are sitting on the precipice, and sustainable agriculture is non-negotiable for our future.

You can read more about the Bee Lab here. The Lab is not well-publicized, but it's a lifeline for the many dedicated people who work to try and protect pollinators and the environment at large.

SO WHAT CAN YOU DO?

Sam Droege has sent out a request for help, and has encouraged us to post on social media. This is what he wants you to do to help us save the Bee Lab.

This is verbatim:

What is Happening: ·       The USGS Bee Lab is at risk of being permanently closed due to cuts in the 2026 Federal Budget and looming federal RIF’s ·       Specifically, the Ecosystem Mission Area (EMA) budget, which funds the USGS Bee Lab and the Eastern Ecological Science center has been zeroed out ·       Thousands of layoffs to hit Interior, National Parks imminently - Government Executive What you can do ·       Write to your representatives, the White House, and the Department of the Interior that they should restore the funding for the USGS Bee Lab ·       Send digital or physical letters, write emails, post to social media What you should be highlighting: ·       Personal anecdotes about how the Bee Lab has impacted you or your organization ·       How important the research the Bee Lab is conducting is to your state Contact Information: 1.      Representatives: Find Your Representative | house.gov 2.      Senators: U.S. Senate: Contacting U.S. Senators 3.      White House: Contact Us – The White House 4.      Interior: feedback@ios.doi.gov Send a copy of the letter to droegesam@gmail.com Pass this email around.  Post your response to social media

IT'S OK if you are not a scientist and have not directly interacted with the Bee Lab. Have you seen the lab's photos? Are you concerned about native pollinator declines? Are you aware of any pollinator conservation initiatives or policies in your own state - those almost certainly have drawn, directly or indirectly, from work the Lab has done. Speak about American food production and agriculture, how the Lab's research and collaborations are essential to safeguarding pollination services (this might help reach across the aisle).

Sam urges that these letters, emails, phone calls, etc, must happen quickly - within the next couple days. This information went out on May 8th and that is the day I am posting this. So please, don't wait.

If 'save the bees' has ever meant anything to you, this is the agency that is playing one of the biggest roles in this country in making that happen. Please, contact your representatives, and pass this call to action along however you can. Thank you.

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 4/?

Hopefully the dialog isn't confusing.

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"Still dizzy?" 

"Not really," Jazz answered with a comfortable smile, though stole a quick glance over to the gate. The first since Blaster had arrived for the morning routine. The other mer wasn't awake yet last he saw, but he was shifting more. The medication had obviously long worn off by now, but Jazz still hoped they weren't in too much pain. 

But Blaster noticed and it prompted him to pause his checks to ask, "did he wake up last night?" 

"Kinda? He could have been talking in his sleep though." 

"Hm, there's a good chance he'll be up soon, then." 

Jazz's expression of his usual cheerfulness shifted, just slightly and if it had been anyone other than Blaster, they would have missed it. He flipped the clipboard over in his lap and rested his elbows against his crossed legs. 

"You're nervous," Blaster pointed out gently and gave Jazz an encouraging smile. "Is this about their injuries, or is this about making a friend?" 

The mer's face soured and he looked away. "I thought I wasn't supposed to ask." 

"That was about the gate, and I'm sorry about that." It was just the two of them on the pier, but Blaster still practised a surveying sweep of the area with what looked like stretching. Then with a lower voice, he continued, "The Vet Chief wanted to fully isolate them from you, to keep them in a transfer-crate, at least until the injuries had a low risk of reopening. I argued that it would put them under a lot of undue stress, and you because you knew the Mer was here. Which is part of why it took so long for–" 

"–and it's fine to say this now?" Jazz snapped and turned back to him with a small scowl. 

"Jazz, how many staff members were in your area yesterday? When we talked about the gate?" 

He paused, trying to recall. Blaster was with him and the group that went into the bay had five… seven? 

"There was thirteen, Jazz," he supplied, knowing that any answer coming would be incorrect. It was a lot of people, and with Blaster already known for making waves on the regular, the sudden addition had eyes and ears on him. That, and because he had fought so hard against the 'great idea' brought up in the first meeting after emergency treatment had ended. "You didn't even clock the vet on standby at the pier entrance." 

Jazz huffed and laid out flat, resting his chin on his crossed arms. Okay, so he wasn’t paying attention to who was around. "Then what is it about the gate? I get the bit about climbing the walls, but…" 

"That one is on me, I was – am – being overly cautious. Not of you, but of others misunderstanding your excitement or anxiety as aggression. And I know how persistent you can be when something catches your interest. But that's not the point, what is, is that if the team reports you showing signs of aggression, they'll… remove him." 

Now looking worried, Jazz glanced from Blaster to the gate. "But what if he shows aggression?" 

"We're expecting that, at least at first." Blaster wanted to reassure him, but there were still too many unknown variables. "Unknown place with an unfamiliar face, and likely limited communication. There is bound to be backlash." 

Jazz looked down with an expression of growing despair, before dropping his face against his arms. His words muffled, "so whether he stays or not depends on me being able to talk with him." 

Blaster reached out and placed his hand on the orca's shoulder. "Listen, buddy, this might be hard to hear. But let me explain, okay? … So far it looks like there are no issues and the current plan is to have him released once he recovers." As he feels Jazz tense, Blaster frowns in understanding and begins to rub his shoulder to comfort him. "There is only one reason that the aquarium wouldn't go through with it, and honestly, I don't want that to happen. It's all sorts of fucked up and would only make things worse– but I don't want you to distance yourself from him. I want you to try and befriend him." 

"… why," Jazz asked weakly, cursing him for telling him the truth – for reminding him of the truth – for breaking his small piece of hope of not being alone anymore. If he was going to be taken away, if he was just going to lose him no matter what, then it would hurt less if he just ignored him. 

All sorts of answers bounce around in Blaster's mind. From wishful thinking – because I want you to go with him. To long term goals – anything we could learn could help Mers everywhere. But he settled on as close to the truth as he could. "Because I'm trying to make sure that no matter what happens, it's the best result for both of you. But I can't do that if the two of you can't at least work together. So, I'm asking you to try." 

"Right," because he doesn't need to be kept here to survive… he just needs time to heal. Where I – "–right. Okay, I'll try… but where do I even start?" Jazz took a deep breath to compose himself before he lifted his head. 

"Well, why don't we see if sleepy-head is waking up? Maybe he'd like breakfast." Blaster offered, first with a reassuring smile, but then twisted it into something more mischievous. "And maybe you could find out if he's got a beautiful name, too." 

It took a second to realize what Blaster was getting at, and for the first time in his life Jazz felt bashful. "W-what are you talking about?" He hid it terribly. 

"He's beautiful~" he whispered dramatically, and Blaster learned that mers could in fact blush. 

— 

When Blaster left to get food for the wild mer, Jazz calmly made his way over to the view port. Only to be taken by surprise, he was looking directly at Jazz. Though, glaring, might be more accurate with how his face was pulled tight with focus and the sheer intensity of his stare. 

But otherwise, they were completely calm. Jazz wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Yet, it didn't stop his nervous excitement from returning. He waved with one of his best smiles – one without teeth – and greeted him with a friendly, "hello!" 

What he got in return was a slightly more intense furrowing of their brow – irritation or confusion? 

"Oh! Sorry, habit." Jazz switched to mer. {Hi!} 

The tension didn't leave his face, but there was slight movement and, again, Jazz didn't know how to interpret that. But he did answer, {||၊|။||||•။၊|။|။|၊|။||၊၊၊|?} 

"Uh…" Yep, didn't understand any of that. 

Then the door opened on the edge behind them and Jazz for a moment thought that it would startle the wild mer. But they didn't even flinch. And while their eyes remained on him, Jazz was fairly sure now that they had been using their sonar to track the human's movement. 

"Are they still asleep?" Blaster asked, puzzled. 

"Nope, very much awake." He shifted lower to try and get more than the man's boots in his sight. 

"Ah…" He sounded uneasy and began to make small careful steps around the edge closer to Jazz while he spoke as calmly as possible. "Well, I'm going to keep talking, just so you don't think I'm trying to sneak up on you." 

When he reached the point where he was straight across from the wild mer, they lifted their head to turn their glare on the human. Blaster to his credit did not flinch, but he did freeze. "Whoa– that's – wow, t-that's quite the look." 

A series of slow clicks came from them, but their lips did not move. Jazz didn't think it was echo-speak, as it reminded him of his own searching clicks when he was trying to get a better picture. "Oh! I think he's trying to see what you have." 

The wild mer glanced to Jazz, becoming silent once more before looking back up at Blaster. 

"Fair enough, alright new buddy, I'm going to be real slow about it okay?" Back to narrating his actions calmly as he knelt down. Showing the long pole with a thin, blunt hook, "just an arm I don't mind losing if you decide that you don't like the breakfast I brought," and poured out the fish from the bucket. 

Still the wild mer glared, unblinking and watching every little movement. 

"Okay… I'm not sure what to make of this, so far everything has been nothing like previous encounters." 

"Ya, didn't you say he'd be freaking out?" 

"You got anything to calm or reassure our new buddy here that I ain't going to hurt him?" Blaster was doing his absolute best at trying to remain calm, but even his hands were starting to tremble under the pressure the wild mer was giving him. He wasn't even moving, just watching, but it felt like the human was being stalked. 

Honestly, Blaster was probably one bad move from being lunged at. Though, if that was the case, he had maybe one chance to get away. The hammock would throw him off on the first strike, the supports could probably take two or four hard thrashings before it snapped under the mer's strength. Injuries be damned, this mer was in peak physical condition. 

Jazz gave a small chirp to try and gain the other's attention, and failed, but continued with trying to talk. {It's okay, you're safe.} 

He was given a very tiny dip of his finial facing the gate – a tell that he had heard him? 

{You're safe,} Jazz repeated. 

The mer didn't look away, but he did at least respond. {•၊၊|•|၊|။။၊|။•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။•၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•} Though, far too fast for Jazz attempt to understand. 

"I'm hoping you two are talking about your favourite fish." Blaster joked to cover his nervousness. 

Jazz sighed and admitted the truth, "I haven't a clue to what they're talking about…" 

"Just let me know if I should run, kay?" He shifted slowly on his knees, trying to find a comfortable spot without making himself too vulnerable. 

But Jazz hadn't given up yet. {Hungry?} He tried instead. 

More chirps and clicking that didn't translate. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} 

The heavy huff that came from them caused Blaster to flinch, but the mer finally focused on Jazz. There was clear irritation in their face now on top of glaring. And the damns broke, he started ranting at him loudly. 

"Hey, don't yell at me, I'm trying okay!?" Jazz glared back, not backing down. Though wasn't all that intimidating with him just having a little porthole to look through. 

"Jazz, buddy, please don't aggravate him." He, after all, was the one in the room with the wild mer. 

"He fuckn' started it!" 

Silence came quickly as the wild mer plunked his face into the soft floaty that had been his pillow. Blaster would have found it utterly hilarious if not fearing for his life currently. With another heavy and long huff, the wild mer looked back at Jazz, still glaring, but slightly less than before. {•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။? Yes? No?} 

Jazz blinked at him for a moment, depending on the question, no could be a yes. {No…?} He answered tentatively instead. 

{It's safe? Yes? No?} And he pointed his nose towards Blaster briefly, but clearly wasn't happy about it. 

{Yes!} Jazz nodded vigorously and smiled for extra encouragement. Out of all the staff, Blaster was safe, Jazz held some trust in the human after all. {[Blaster] safe.} 

"What about me?" 

"He asked if you're safe and I told him you were. Relax a bit or something to show him." 

Easier said than done. Blaster cursed, but did his best to ease the tension from his shoulders and smile a little. Even, daring to slowly lift a hand to wave. 

The mer did not seem convinced, but his glare lessened some more and looked over the human with more curiosity than before. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} Jazz tried again. 

There was a long pause, but they sighed and answered. {… yes.} 

"Progress!" He cheered and then stuck his hand through the little window. "Blaster, hand me one of the fish. He's hungry, but I have a feeling that he'll trust you more if he sees me eat what you have." 

"Okay." He made sure that it was clear as possible what his intentions were. Taking a fish under the gills, Blaster looped the blunt hook in and out the mouth. Then, very slowly, began to feed the length of the pole towards Jazz's waiting hand. Once Jazz felt the tail touch his palm, he grabbed it and waited until Blaster twisted enough for the fish to slip free. Then the pole was just as slowly drawn back. 

The whole time the wild mer watching the exchange intensely. 

Jazz pulled the fish over to his side, chirped for the other's attention before he swallowed it whole. Smiling once more as he said, {safe.} 

Blaster had to admit, he was surprised when the mer shifted slightly in the hammock, and then cautiously held out his right hand. The glare never left, but this one felt like a threat, that if he messed this chance up, there would not be another. 

Though this was the first time Jazz had been able to see any of his injuries. The colourful tape-bandages almost covered every inch of his skin from his hand up to his bicep. It reminded him that just yesterday he had been mortally wounded. Which was probably a key reason the wild mer seemed so calm, they had only started to recover and every action was either painful or exhausting. Likely both.

Jazz watched closely as Blaster went through all the careful steps as he had with Jazz and held the fish out. The only difference, was that the human's grip was loose, just in case the wild mer decided to try and yank him into the water with it. But they didn't, doing exactly as they saw before, allowing Blaster to release the fish and retreat. The whole process was so slow that the wild mer's arm started to shake from being held out. 

But both Jazz and Blaster let out a breath of relief as there had been no backlash. 

He eyed the fish in his grip with a mild sneer before he swallowed it and then held out his shaky hand for another. It was clear that the pain was getting to him, but nothing in his expression showed weakness. 

The feeding got easier and quicker as Blaster relaxed a bit, not fearing that a normal pace would come off as threatening to the wild mer. 

When the shaking got bad enough, the mer rested his arm back in the hammock, but kept his eyes on the remaining fish. As if to convey he wasn't finished, just needed a break. Blaster was more than happy to comply and gave him a few praises, even if they didn't understand. 

"Hey," Jazz called gently, chirping for the other's attention. He waited until they looked his way, then pointed at himself. "Jazz," and then to the human, "Blaster," and back to himself once more, "Jazz," before pointing to the other mer with a questioning tilt of his head. He hoped it was clear what he was asking for. 

When the silence stretched on for a bit, the human also joined in. "Blaster," to himself and to his mer, "Jazz." 

There was a brief moment that Jazz could see that they were working over something, opening their mouth a few times before the sound of a sharp zip came out. "… 'tzz?" 

Jazz snorted, before breaking into a few chuckles. "Ya, missing the Ja, but you'll get there. I'm Jazz." He placed a hand over his heart. 

The gesture was reflected, {•၊||၊။} 

It was his turn to try and work out the sound in his head. Jazz tried the word out soundlessly on his tongue once. It was like a popping roll? {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊?} 

{•၊||၊။} they repeated, firmly correcting him. 

"Nice to meet ya, {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊}!" While the mer scowled at him for not even trying to fix his pronunciation, Jazz just smiled brightly.  

"So... what is his name?" Blaster asked for a translation, very interested in the development between them.  

Jazz laughed, "I have no idea." 

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Don't ask about my attempt to make sound-wave-like-text, it's gibberish, lol, and going forward only •၊||၊။ (Prowl) & •၊||၊၊၊၊၊ (Prowler) will be used until Jazz has a English (common?) name to attach an understanding to.

Keferon, I just wanted to say that every comment or tag you leave on the fic is like serotonin being injected into my veins. Every silly little image is like rolling down a grassy hill in the warm sun while I laugh with manic joy. When you add art, it's like an adrenaline shot to the heart that makes me want to run across the globe just to frantically wave hello with both hands, give you a hug and run back to get started on the next part.

And the next part will be Prowl joining Jazz in the main pool and Jazz learning just how fast he is, even while injured. >:)c

-GLC

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Me looking in my inbox and seeing that there's two peas in a po

Odjndgdjdkfhdkm PLEASE. Blaster is so nervous EVERYONE IS SO NERVOUS Ooohhhnooo he's gonna freak out and kill everything he can reach oh no we all know how all those wild stupid creatures are oh no watch out While Prowl is trying to blow their pancakes with mind

And I juswannasay I love it so much ehehejgknfbfkdn THE SOUND WAVE SPEACH? I LOVE THE LOOK OF IT EHEHEH

Always a big fan of creative ways of showing imaginary languages. This thing?? ||ll•|Il It looks hella stylish >:O

Aaannnndd I got excited and made some art hehe

[justghostthings]

I'll have you know I have a mildly popular nsfw tumblr blog 😒😒😒

[buddivorce]

i'm thinking about an au possibility where karen didn't go back for hen after their breakup. she got on the flight to houston. she lives in houston for a few months and decides to go to a gay club to check out the scene after she's settled in to her new job. she meets one edmundo diaz, visiting his sister adriana who lives in town. they are Best Friends. karen and eddie both get job offers in LA at the same time. they move back. and just by karen's fucking luck, her closest and only queer friend eddie diaz is working at the same firehouse as her ex-fiancé AND her now-distant former neighbor. and he has a thing for the annoying twink one. AND HEN STILL HAS EVA'S FUCKING KID. HER NEPHEW CHRISTOPHER WANTS TO BE BEST FRIENDS WITH THIS KID. she is so fucked. it's a telenovela for the ages.

[greyhands]

More stress than peaceful moments in my life lately, need a puppy eyes Nate ❤

[nutsack90]

i NEED to draw her more shes so awesome

reading the team up missions inspired me..

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

bro chill. that's your girlfriend

transcript:

JENNIFER: Well, what d'ya think? Do I make a good cowboy? MARTY: o////o MARTY: Yeah! Good! Great! Good. Good cowboy. Great. Good. JENNIFER: Ah. JENNIFER: Aw, you really think so? MARTY: Aaugh. JENNIFER: Y'know, Marty, you make a pretty good cowboy yourself- MARTY: I do? JENNIFER: Yeah, you do. DOC: [LIVE DOC REACTION] DOC: *AHEM*. When you're done with that... about the Delorean... JENNIFER: (forgot he was there) OH MY GOD.

[inkameswetrust]

Big Time Pokémon

Back in early October, I posted about wanting to explain the Pokémon partner headcanons I had for Big Time Rush. I never followed up on that until now, so here's the Pokémon I think they'd choose as their partners and why!

Kendall & Eevee

Back in his primary school days, Kendall's dad once came home from work with a wild Eevee purely on a whim. It didn't seem like it had anywhere else to go and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving it outside by itself. Kendall and Katie immediately fell in love with Eevee, but Jennifer was hesitant because raising a wild Pokémon requires a lot of responsibility and should've been a family decision. She eventually came around while watching Eevee and the kids responding so well to one another, thus making it the newest edition to the Knight family.

After Mr. Knight's untimely disappearance/passing, Eevee fostered feelings of guilt for intruding on the Knight household. It felt unwelcome in their home now that Mr. Knight was gone because he was its sole reason for being there in the first place. Kendall began taking Eevee out on adventures to compensate for those feelings of guilt and to show it that they could still have a life together outside of the household. However, that's not to say Eevee was no longer welcome in their home. The Knight family continued to raise, love, and care for Eevee even in Mr. Knight's absence. It chose to join Kendall's team in due course, but he refused to confine it to a Poké Ball because of its attachment to the rest of the family. It didn't feel right keeping Eevee to himself when Katie and Jennifer had their own individual bonds with it.

Eevee met Kendall's friends and accompanied them to their field/ice hockey games (casual and competitive). It picked up on Kendall's love for the ice and preference for the cold. It recognized that being out on the ice was therapeutic for Kendall and soothed him in times of uncertainty. Eevee took to joining the boys during their games one day to experience that bliss for itself. It bonded with Kendall over their mutual love for the sport and the cold that came with it.

As such, it has expressed wanting to evolve into a Glaceon. It believes that would warrant more of Kendall's love and, in turn, make up for the grief of losing his father. Kendall has reassured Eevee that evolving into a Glaceon isn't necessary. He loves Eevee plenty because its presence is a symbol of his father's love—the same love that brought them together. Kendall would only seek to aid Eevee in its pursuit of evolution should it seek to evolve on its own terms rather than for his benefit.

James & Igglybuff

While out shopping with his mother as a young boy, James heard the most heavenly singing voice echoing in the distance. He was effortlessly lured away and sought to follow the sound of the lulling, high-pitched voice of an angel. James crossed busy roads and sprinted through passersby until he found the cutest, smallest, pinkest wild Igglybuff serenading him from outside the alternative apparel shop his mother forbade him from visiting. He began harmonizing with it upon arrival to which is responded accordingly.

The two spent the afternoon breaking out in song together while passersby offered them their pocket money under the assumption that they were street performers. Brooke frantically charged in James' direction and pulled him away with the relief that she'd finally found him clouding the judgment that he'd been standing outside the "forbidden store" all this time. Igglybuff snuck into James' backpack and sleuthed its way into their home. It is said that Brooke hadn't noticed a wild Pokémon had been living in her house until a week after its arrival. Only then did she permit James to keep Igglybuff because she'd lost the energy to care.

Logan & Joltik

Logan sparked an interest with entomology just before the beginning of his adolescence. He figured honing his research skills would one day come in useful as a future Pokémon Professor. As such, he took to observing, studying, and experimenting with the local insect life in his neighborhood as a hobby. Logan had heard of very rare cases in which some Pokémon spoke. He constructed a makeshift device to replicate that phenomenon and was over the moon to finally test it out.

Once he was far enough away from home to observe a plethora of wild Pokémon, he decided to test it out on a wandering Joltik. To his surprise, Logan had neglected to charge the device, thus rendering it useless. He sat upon the grass to sulk in his defeat. The wild Joltik—sensing Logan's distress—offered to aid him by lending him its power. In using the move "Thunder Shock", Joltik overpowers Logan's device. It dismantles almost immediately. Despite its small size, Joltik used far more power than it was used to. Or perhaps Logan's device was just flimsy.

Instead of becoming teary-eyed from the failed results of his experiment, Logan is ecstatic with the data he's collected. He sought to research and study Joltik's behavior from that point on until he eventually took it in and made it his official research partner. It is said that Logan continues to work on that device to this day.

Carlos & Rockruff

Carlos' childhood pet, Lillipup, (or Sparky as he called it) ran away from home one day. It's unclear if someone left the door open or it dug a whole out from the backyard, but it was assuredly missing. He left the house in search of Sparky and wouldn't rest until it was found. Hours had gone by and there was no sign of it anywhere. Completely down on his luck, Carlos lowered himself to the sidewalk, hugged his knees and cried. He whispered Sparky's name several times amidst his weeping until he felt something nudging his leg. He looked up and saw a wild Rockruff sitting at his feet with a warm smile. "What're you doin' here? Don't you have a family to go home to?" Carlos asks in between sniffles. Rockruff shook its head no but continued to smile and sit by his side.

Carlos proceeded to bare his soul to Rockruff, telling it the tale of Sparky's disappearance and just how much it meant to him. Wanting to cheer the boy up, Rockruff offered to play. They'd spent their time playing together until nightfall when Officer Garcia hurried to find Carlos. Amidst the relief washing over the panic of losing his son, Officer Garcia asked, "What are you doing out here all alone so late, buddy?" Carlos told his father about Sparky's disappearance and how Rockruff had found him amidst his fruitless search. "Dad, I don't wanna be alone... can Rockruff stay with us tonight?" Carlos implored.

Heartbroken and sympathetic, Officer Garcia takes them both home. Then one night turns into two, and two into four, and four into a week, and a week into a month! Carlos decides to become an official Pokemon Trainer, exploring every inch of the region with "Rocky" by his side. He still leaves a vacant space in his team in hopes that Sparky will one day return to him.

As an added bonus, I've put together a roster of each boy's completed Pokémon team (without backstories) as fully fledged trainers! It was really fun to pick them out.

Thanks for reading! <3 When editing the lineup images, I meant for Carlos' Lycanroc to say Dusk instead of Midday. That is not Lycanroc's Midday form.

[biblically-accurate-dca]

painting test with a limited color palette

here's the moon equivalent!

[inkyami]

Worked on a book dedicated to slavic folklore antagonists and the way their image shifted with time.

Baba Yaga in her latest form — how you may see her portrayed nowadays in fairy tales, cartoons and toys. Quite a charming one compared to the original character.

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[flowersforthemachines]

I don't know what everyone else's favourite DAVG OST is, but mine is this song that only plays in the Inquisitor Character Creator and for, like, 5 seconds in the Atonement ending.

I, in fact, loved it so much that it became the reason I first downloaded the Frosty Editor and got into this whole modding and datamining thing. Every time I post something of that nature here is owed to Really Wanting to Listen to this one track.

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My DAVG Extracted Audio Masterlist

[letsyapthenightaway]

I miss when celebrities had random merchandise like this. Bring this back pls