#Freedom Active Tee

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Tiffany wears the Freedom Active Tee ($80) & Freedom Shorts 4” ($80) in Almond from CSB

[overseer-picard]

As a real life horse girl, I present:

Starfleet Captains as Different Kinds of Horse Girls

The actual canonical horse girls:

Kirk: The Show Off. Kirk is genuinely a great rider with soft hands and a good seat, but due to this high skill level and his natural disposition, he can be overconfident and do dumb things that result in injury and/or (according to McCoy) death. He loves a flashy horse with high chrome (white markings) to match his own dashing looks.

Picard: The Spiritual. Picard seeks connection with his horse, who he sees as an equal, and hones his skill-set as a rider to maximize this communication. Riding is a relaxing, emotionally cleansing activity for him that centers his mind. He has this quote stamped into his saddle: "When you first meet a horse, his instinct tells him you are a predator. Gain his trust, and you become his protector."

Pike: The Cowboy. Pike's horse is his companion and he rides to reconnect with the past when times were simpler. Not picky with breeds or looks, he’s content with his fuzzy Quarter Horse. He relishes the freedom of open skies and endless plains, the solid earth beneath him keeping him grounded.

NOT canonical horse girls (but could be if they just believed):

Janeway: The Competitor. Dressage, cross country, show jumping, she does them all. Hair slicked back, jodhpurs tight, boots polished, Janeway enters the ring to win. And she does. She chooses horses that have the same fire and intensity that she does and together they are an unbeatable team.

Sisko: The Polo Player. Ball is life, even on a horse. Sisko's team of competitive polo ponies are trained to a tee. He relishes the intensity of the game, the teamwork, and the difficulty of the hand-eye coordination. Winning isn't as important as the thrill of not dying.

Archer: The horseless. Archer is the kid you knew in middle school who was obsessed with horses and knew everything about them but never had one. Instead, he settled with pretending his dog was a horse. I cannot emphasize enough how much this man oozes naive horse girl energy.

Freeman: The Rehabilitator. Freeman rode competitively when she was younger but now has found a great sense of purpose in seeking out the broken and forgotten horses. She focuses on the "dangerous and un-fixable" off-the-track thoroughbreds and rehabilitates them to become their best selves.

*I do not know enough about the various Disco captains to have thoughts on them but Saru has actual horse energy.

[ginger-grimm]

INTRODUCING: GREER GRIMM

Full Name: Greer Piper Grimm

Birthdate: May 25th, 1997

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Species: Human

Family: Gretel Grimm (Mother), Lukas Grimm (Father), Landon Grimm (Oldest Brother), Griffin Grimm (Older Brother), Hero Grimm (Younger Brother), Leander Grimm (Youngest Brother), Hansel Grimm (Maternal Uncle)

Love Interest: Tee Wiley

Friends: Willa Darling, Petra Müller, Minty Liddel, Tabitha Andrews, Falk White, June of Agrabah, Ben Beast, Lonnie Shang, Jane Godmother, Doug Dwarf

Likes: Painting, animals, roller skating, partying, make-up, fashion, hiking, the woods, the beach, adventure, vanilly cherry-anything

Dislikes: Sweets, sitting still, doing nothing, being stifled in her creativity, being alone, gingerbread, magic, fire

Phobias: Fire, claustrophobic

Style: Varies a lot, fishnet tights, plaid skirts, corsets, sneakers or boots, her hair is usually up in some fun hairstyle, queen of accessoires, loves to experiment with make-up looks

Speech: Likes to experiment with accents, sultry soft kind of voice, curses but never in front of children, usually loudest when she's drunk

Physical Quirks/Scars: Broke her knee while hiking and still has a slight limp on the left, various cuts and bruises at all times from physical activities ranging from hikes to tree climbing

Personality: Carefree, adventurous, reckless, artistic, fun, social butterfly, whimsical, flitty

Background: Born and raised in a patch of German woodland, Greer has always been the definition of a middle child. She enjoyed the freedom to explore the woods surrounding her home, even with her mother constantly reminding her of the dangers surrounding them. But Greer never quite cared to hear them. The Gingerbread Witch had been dead for years there was no more danger. As Greer grew up, she became interested in topics that couldn't be taught in her school, prompting Gretel to look into other schools. After much back and forth, Greer starts attending Auradon Prep on a scholarship. There, she wastes no time exploring every place she can and becoming a part of every social circle, even if it's just on a surface level. She finds a few close friends and eventually someone she loves in the form of a new prince. But Greer will soon realize that being carefree and unafraid isn't always the best idea.

Faceclaim: C0urtney Eaton

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs ​ @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @kentaroranda @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @far-shore @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe

[biwrites]

Picking A Side (of the Closet Door)

I’m bisexual. (wow…who knew)

Those words have never been spoken by me to most of the people in my life. I am currently in the difficult situation of being half-in half-out of the closet. To trusted friends and coworkers, I am out and proudly identifying as bi. I wear a pride pin at work, I talk openly about my sexuality on my social medias.

On the other hand, to my family, and those who might jeopardize my safety, I’m still in the closet. I’ve gotten very good at swiftly removing my pin one-handed if I see a family member, or someone I just don’t want to know, enter my workplace. I don’t talk about my sexuality on social media accounts tied to my real name or personal life. It was a big step for me when I wrote openly about my experiences as a queer person during my time at college, and terrifying when I got onstage and read some of my pieces. That night, I told my family I didn’t want them to come, that they wouldn’t like the event anyways (they wouldn't have), and that I might not even read. My family had always supported my writing in the past, and encouraged me to take it seriously, even though I wasn’t pursuing it as my main career path. In another life, it would have meant the world to have them there too, like they had been many times before, but that wasn’t the life I was living, so I took the stage alone. 

This tension between the safety of the closet and the freedom of being out has appeared before in my life, but never more sharply than now. I currently cannot safely come out for many reasons, but to remain fully closeted might kill me. The more I peek out of the closet door, the more I am visible…and that’s terrifying. I’m fully aware that I am taking risks, that someday the Good Straight Girl front I’ve worn for the last 22 years will fall, and that I may not be able to choose when it does (though I sorely hope I do). I care deeply about queer activism and community but have often felt like a traitor to the cause. How can I advocate being loud and proud when I am neither of those things myself? How can I access community when I have to watch over my shoulder to be sure nobody’s caught me in a picture at a local queer event? This internal conflict is compounded even more now that I have a partner who is out. For a bit, (even though I absolutely am not) I even felt like a worse partner for it.

So, why am I writing this? 

This Bi Visibility Month, I want to extend a hand to my fellow closeted bi and pansexuals. I want to let you know that you’re not alone, and that you are no less queer for keeping yourself safe. It’s already difficult to feel visible as a bi+ person, and it can be extremely discouraging when you have the extra layer of the closet on top of that. We have made many advancements as a community over the last few decades, and it is incredible that as many people are able to be out and proud in their identities. If you are someone who isn’t ready to come out, isn’t able to come out, or if you’re like me and are only able to be partially out, you are just as important to our community as anyone else. You aren’t betraying anyone, and you aren’t being indecisive. There are many ways to celebrate behind closet doors! We’ve been doing it for centuries, and some beautiful queer culture comes from the small ways we make ourselves visible to those who know. (This is the reason I will always have a soft spot for even our silliest little inside jokes) You can absolutely date from within the closet, and I promise you that you can have happy and fulfilling relationships the same as anyone else! Most importantly, find the people who support you and make you feel welcome, whether online or offline. Take time for yourself, and your mental wellbeing. Being closeted is often deeply painful, and it is important to keep your mental health at the top of your priorities. Cuff your jeans or eat some lemon bars or buy the frog tee shirt or paint your nails pink purple and blue or whatever other silly little things make you feel bi enough…because you are always bi enough.

[kaiarchives]

WRITEBLR INTRO

— about me

Hii, my name is Kaiati (Kai - uh - tee), but I'd prefer you refer to me as Kai if that's too confusing. 19, 20 in August. Afro-Latinx (Haitian and Cuban). any prns but prefer They/them. Genderfluid. Queer.

This honestly is long overdue, and that's mostly because of my weird obsession with perfection paired with my GAD (anxiety) that I have just been stalking other writeblrs and procrastinating on my own.

I'm an aspiring writer, and my work ranges from speculative fiction. Fantasy, historical, supernatural, sci-fi, ghosts, eldritch terrors. I love it all, typically lgbtq+ and bipoc-centered to mundane romance (I'm a sucker for a good romance). I fell in love with writing after reading Narnia when I was 10???? Still never finished anything. I'm pretty new to this and tumblr in general since I never really was the type to be active even though I have several other old accounts, but this time I'm gonna make more of an effort and promise to be active instead of lurking on your pages, hehe.

— genres I love

Fantasy / Science Fiction / Contemporary / Mystery-Thriller / Folktales and Fairytales / Horror / Gothic folk / Romance ** I also live and breathe angst if I'm not balling my eyes out over fictional characters, then what's the point**

— tropes

found family . rivals to lovers . friends to lovers . opposites attract . sibling dynamics . revolting against the patriarchy (eat the rich!) . sapphic mermaids and other monsters and mystical creatures (monster girls in general) . girls in blood .

— my writing

...or lack thereof, I have a bunch the most I focus on now are:

Project JOG (all of the titles are wip cuz im lazy)

Captain Sooyoung had always dreamed of proving her worth as a fighter, yet after years of hard work, her achievement resulted in guarding the South Gate and examining merchants and produce. But when her father summoned her to the Capital, her hopes were reignited, only to be immediately shattered as she discovers she is being demoted to the guardian of a traitor, Jiwoo. Sooyoung abhors her assignment; the two women despise each other. However, as they get to know one another, they begin to form an unlikely bond. Despite their growing friendship, Sooyoung can't help but feel suspicious about Jiwoo's anonymous nocturnal absences. Sooyoung must keep her guard up and uncover Jiwoo's secrets before they threaten to destroy her, as well as her kingdom. This is a tale of trust, love, and deception, testing the strength of bonds forged on the battlefield.

Project HML

Jaebeom, a gumiho sentenced to eternal damnation for his crimes. Haunted by the endless suffering of his one true love, Jaebeom is forced to watch her die and be reborn in each of her lifetimes. But all hope is not lost when an unlikely ally presents him with an opportunity to earn his love's freedom. Armed with determination and a thirst for revenge on those who wronged him, Jaebeom embarks on a dangerous mission to find a mysterious scroll that holds the key to his lover's release. However, collecting enough despair to gain favors for his journey proves to be a difficult task until he meets Ada, a young businesswoman with a dark past and an even darker future. Forced to work together, the two soon form a bond that complicates their mission, threatening to derail everything Jaebeom has worked so hard for. Will they be able to overcome their differences and save his lover before time runs out, or will their own selfish desires get in the way?

Project BHA

Coretta's life takes a drastic turn when her younger brother falls ill. Determined to find a cure, she joins forces with a warlock named Lysander on his quest to protect the magic realm. But as they journey deeper into a world of danger and mystery, Coretta realizes that her own inner demons may pose an even greater threat. With Lysander by her side, she must navigate treacherous terrain and face her deepest fears in order to uncover the truth behind her brother's ailment and the secret that threatens to tear apart the very fabric of their reality. From magic spells to mythical creatures, the pair face impossible challenges and unexpected betrayals as they race against time to save the magic realm from mortal hands. But as secrets are revealed, and tensions rise, Coretta must decide who to trust and what sacrifices she will make to achieve her ultimate goal. Will she be able to save her brother and restore order to the magical world, or will her own inner demons ultimately be her downfall?

— What I'm looking for

More writers to follow!

books and recommendations

Beta readers/Critique Partners for fun ofc (i will also beta read for people if you want!)

Good vibes and friends

I also love and would like to play tag games but bear with me. I'm really shy, so it'll take a while...

I'm sure everyone on here has this problem, but it is really hard for me to finish anything, I get all in my head, and I end up deleting everything and moving on to another project I probably won't finish, but I'm hoping that through being on here and meeting writers and their incredible stories will give me the courage to finish my own.

As you can see, I ramble when I'm nervous but yeah! Excited to be here!!

— I'm also on here

wattpad

Archive of Our Own

Pinterest

Fin.

[laraactive]

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[sunner24]

Sunner Surf: Where Style Meets the Ocean’s Spirit

Surfing isn’t just a sport; it's a culture, a way of life that embodies freedom, adventure, and a deep connection with nature. At the heart of this lifestyle is a unique fashion sense that blends the practical needs of surfers with the laid-back, carefree vibes of beach culture. Enter Sunner Surf a brand that perfectly captures this ethos, offering a range of clothing and accessories that are as stylish as they are functional.

The Birth of Sunner Surf

Sunner Surf was founded by a group of passionate surfers who wanted to create more than just gear they sought to build a brand that reflected the soul of surfing. From its inception, Sunner Surf aimed to blend fashion with functionality, ensuring that every piece of clothing not only looks good but also stands up to the demands of an active, ocean-centered lifestyle.

The founders of Sunner Surf were driven by a deep love for the ocean and a desire to protect it. They envisioned a brand that would not only cater to surfers but also contribute positively to the environment. This vision is evident in every aspect of Sunner Surf, from the materials used in their clothing to their commitment to sustainability and ethical manufacturing practices.

Sunner Surf’s Iconic Collections

Sunner Surf offers a wide range of products designed to meet the needs of surfers and beachgoers alike. Each collection is a reflection of the brand’s commitment to quality, style, and sustainability.

1. The Essential Surf Tees

At the core of Sunner Surf’s offerings are their iconic surf tees. These are not just any ordinary t-shirts they are designed to embody the spirit of the ocean and the surf lifestyle. Made from soft, breathable fabrics, these tees are perfect for a day on the beach or a casual outing. The designs are inspired by the natural beauty of the ocean, featuring motifs like crashing waves, palm trees, and sunsets.

Whether you’re wearing one while paddling out to catch a wave or while relaxing with friends at a beachside café, you’ll find that these tees can handle it all. Plus, the unique graphics and color palettes ensure that you’ll stand out from the crowd, all while expressing your love for the ocean.

2. Performance-Driven Board Shorts and Bikinis

For surfers, the right swimwear is essential—not just for comfort, but for performance. Sunner Surf’s board shorts and bikinis are designed with this in mind. Made from high-quality, quick-drying fabrics, these pieces are built to move with you, whether you’re riding the waves or lounging on the shore.

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The brand’s swimwear also reflects their commitment to sustainability. Many of their board shorts and bikinis are made from recycled materials, helping to reduce the environmental impact of plastic waste. By choosing Sunner Surf, you’re not only getting high-quality swimwear, but you’re also supporting a brand that cares about the planet.

3. Cozy Hoodies and Versatile Outerwear

While Sunner Surf is all about embracing the sun and the waves, they also understand the need for warmth during those early morning surf sessions or cool evening bonfires. That’s where their range of hoodies and outerwear comes in. These pieces are designed to keep you comfortable and cozy without sacrificing style.

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[b-afterhours]

Avenue of Sins: Neon

A Sequel to Avenue of Sins

SUMMARY: ‘90s. It’s the aftermath. Jaded, Bill and Alma navigate their new lives as they try to drag themselves out of the dark debacherous trenches they had once ensnared themselves in. It’s easy to forget their evils when a silver lining introduces itself into their lives but can they create a less hedonistic life that would be just as satisfying?

WARNINGS: adult content, mature readers only.

The completed first series can be read and found here.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Alma

She was born in Houston, Texas, in the spring of 1962. Her father, Antonio, was a multigenerational Tejano. Her mother, Maria, from Jalisco, Mexico, lived in Texas. They met through her brother. He and her father worked as young men together doing commercial landscaping. One day, he was invited for a cold beer after a hot, sticky, humid day on the job. On her brother’s orders, she met the men sitting under the shade of the back porch with two bottles of beer for them. Politely, he took off his hat and thanked her, and from then on, he couldn't stop thinking about her. 

Alma was nine months old when they left Texas. She had no recollection of her life there. Her parents left with others, mostly friends, who told them about good-paying work in Missouri. So they took the chance. Starting over fresh as a family unit now. They lived short-term in several other places until they ultimately settled in Strathburg when she was four. So it was the only place she’d ever known. 

Growing up in the town, however, came with some strife. They didn’t look like everyone else. They had tan skin, and their names were difficult for the hicks to pronounce. She didn’t know it then, as she was too young, but when she got older, she could recall the racist remarks being made about them. Her parents didn’t fight it, instead they took it. Eventually, everyone realized that they couldn’t run them out of town, and so they tolerated them. 

Her parents were as good as you’d want any parents to be. They wanted her so badly. They loved her so fiercely. Her dad would toss a ball around with her, and her mom would let her play in her makeup. They did their best to keep up with her, even in their older age. However, she could see a look flash across their faces, distant and mournful at times. Her mother thought of her sister Liliana, wondering if she had lived, would she and Alma look alike. Her dad taught her to be independent because he didn’t know how long he and his wife would be around for her. Around him, she was a bit of a tomboy, learning to do oil changes and fixing flat tires. Activities he would have taught his son Leo if he had lived. 

She learned she was under the shadow of her deceased siblings rather quickly. Ever since she could remember, they had an altar in their home under a framed photo of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Her hands clasped and her gaze low, keeping watch of the little white ceramic urn that stored their porcelain ashes. It may have been macabre to some, but Alma never thought it any different.

Being an only child, some nights she wished for them too. Wished to not be so lonely, wished that her parents wouldn’t look at her sadly in times they thought she didn’t notice. They loved her, but she was a reminder of what was lost and what they could have had too.

She longed to be seen. She was given freedom in exchange for good grades. Even if it was the late ‘70s and most kids were left to their own devices, she was the only focus of her parents. There was not much you could do when there was no one else to blame. 

When she was thirteen, she went shopping with her mother for clothes that were more in style. Her mother freaked when she put on a more form-hugging cap-sleeve blouse. They left with knits and formless tunics, much to her dismay and protests. Alma’s body was changing, and that upset her mother. It worried her. That evening, Alma pulled a tee-shirt taut behind herself and looked at her reflection in the vanity mirror. She had boobs. She knew that, but she didn’t think about it any other way other than she was growing up. This was what was supposed to happen. That night, she saw just another thing that made her different. They were big for her age. She looked down at her hips, and they seemed even wider now, too. Her body was now just another barrier that kept her from being seen.

At the town record store, she perused the bins for something new. She’d venture into many genres that summer after her freshman year of high school. Rock being one. All mainstream bands, but she liked what she heard. One day she came across a punk album, and she quickly let go of it, shocked by the band's vulgar name. She took a gamble, sheepishly bought it, and held it close to her chest when she got home and went straight to her room with it.

It was like her brain was rewired and mashed at the same time, hearing the scratchy guitars, heavily thrumming bass, clashing drums, and lyrics rapidly being screamed. All somehow in rhythm and yet offbeat together. She just wanted to listen to more and more and found anything she could get her hands on that summer. It gave space for this silent rage she had inside herself from years of staying in line. The angst of wanting to break out of where she was and grow elsewhere. The very in-your-face feeling of being unapologetically yourself and abandoning the notion of conforming. Just wanting to scream at people to fuck off and dig deeper instead of taking what was expected of them. 

…

1981

It was a hot day in late spring. It was the weekend, and she made plans to be at the latest field party, one way or another. Her fringe backpack was packed with extra clothes, her shoes, and cuter underwear. Her mom entered the kitchen, seeing her pack the burritos she had made to go in the same bag. 

“Entonces vas a Carla's?” She asked. She was dressed comfortably, feeling and looking better than she usually did. 

“Si, amá. Ya me voy.” She said securing her bag before putting it on.

“Mm. Y cómo llegas?” 

“Con mis roller skates.” She smiled.

Maria pursed her lips a little. “Pues. Be careful.” 

“Si, amá. I’m spending the night so-”

“Preguntaste a tu papá?” 

“He said yes.” 

“Ah, ok. Pues cuídate, mi amor.” She said, kissing her daughter on the cheek.

Alma pushed off her roller skates on the smooth road at a leisurely pace. Enjoying the sun and the breeze running through her thick hair, which had grown out since she impulsively cut it short during late fall. Her parents weren’t very happy about that. Especially her mother, but in the end, her dad defended it and said he thought it was pretty despite not preferring it.

A male neighbor with his children was washing his truck outside his home and waved at her as she passed by before she made a sharp left turn. The opposite way from Carla’s home. It was just a short detour to Bill’s house. That week had been a bit awkward between them. They hung out fairly often outside school, but that was usually mostly on weekends. They only had one class together in school, and their lunch schedules switched every other day because they were on different block schedules. It was never an issue. But after last weekend, Bill remained fairly distant from the beginning of the week until that past Wednesday, when they ate lunch together. 

As she strolled closer to Bill’s home, she could see him outside on the pathway leading to the porch, crushing aluminum beer cans with his heavy second-hand combat boots and tossing the crumpled metal into an old wheelbarrow. 

“Hey!” Alma yelled, coming to a stop as she rolled up his driveway. 

“Hey,” he smiled, scratching his bare arm a bit sheepishly. He was wearing a ratty black sleeveless shirt and jeans, which he reserved to do work in. They were stained with random paint splatters and tattered. Ready for daily wear now that they are well-worn in. “What are you doing here?” He asked, tossing the rest of the cans into the wheelbarrow. 

“I’m on my way to Carla’s. Her parents are away.” She said, skating up the cleared pathway to stand closer to him. 

“Like for real? Or do you want to hang?” 

“For real.” She giggled because sometimes Carla was used as a cover. “But I wanted to drop this off.” She shrugged a backpack strap off and swung it around to her front. Bill looked down at her as she dug inside it. She looked pretty today, he thought, but he thought that every time he saw her. “I ended up with extra so,” she said, handing him two burritos wrapped in wax paper. “It’s potato and like serrano, onions, and tomatoes. Uh, you’ll see.” She said quickly, feeling a bit embarrassed because she had been made fun of for the ethnic food she ate by classmates in the past. 

“Rad. Thanks. Thank you.” He could kiss her if he allowed himself to. He was starving. Really fucking starving. He only had white bread and a tin of unnaturally pink, salty potted meat to eat that day. 

The rumble in his stomach pained him now that he knew he had proper food in his hands. He would have been ashamed if anyone else had given him food, but Alma never made him feel like some charity case. It was always genuine and caring. Yet he held off on monstrously devouring the burritos in the presence of a lady and placed them on a chair by the front door for later like a civilized person.

“Um, are you going to take off already or?” 

“I guess I could hang out a little?” She lightly shrugged.

Bill grabbed the handles of the wheelbarrow, and then he looked down at her skates. “Get in.” He nodded towards it.

“No way,” she laughed. “I’ll get cut.” 

“You’ll be fine. Surface area, you know.” 

“Oh, so you do pay attention in class.” 

“Get in.” He impatiently said with a boyish smirk on his face. 

As gently as she could, Alma sat on top of the crushed tins, clinking together and digging into her lower back when he began to push her to his backyard. They laughed together as mischievous children would. 

“What’s with the TVs?” She asked when Bill helped her out of the wheelbarrow. His hand discretely grazed her hip as he did so. 

“Uh, they have copper in ‘em. Scotty found them on the side of the road and dropped them off to me yesterday.” 

Bill had been scrapping metal for months now. Aluminum, brass, and copper from wherever he could get them. Saving up money for his move to New York City. He helped her sit on top of an old, rusty washer and watched as he stuck long pieces of gray duct tape to the glass screen of a TV. 

“What are you and Carla getting into?” He asked, crouched down and ripping a piece of tape with his teeth. 

“The field party.” She tilted her head at him. “You never said if you were going or not?” 

“Eh…” he said with apprehension as he smoothed down the strip of tape. His fingernails were speckled with flecks of chipped black nail polish.

Just then the worn-out screen door opened and out emerged his brother Gustaf in the midst of pulling a shirt on.

“Hey!” He yelled to his younger brother, and then he softened a bit once he noticed he had company. “Oh. I’m leaving.” He informed. “Hi, Alma.” 

“Hi.” She nodded. 

She didn’t really have an opinion of him. Usually, he kept to himself a lot when she was around, respecting their privacy. In both instances, his oldest brother, whom she’d only met twice, was barreling back into the house drunk. Kicked out of a paramour's house for the night smelling of cigarettes and some sickly sweet scent underlined it. The other times she saw him, he was passed out, unaware of anything going on around him. In the times when his father was home, Bill never allowed her to stay over and instead opted to go to hers. It was a bit of a haven for him in those times. 

“Yeah. Okay,” Bill said dismissively as his brother saw himself out. “But, uh,” he sighed as he turned his attention back to Alma. “I don’t know. It’s the same shit every time.” 

Alma rolled her eyes. “What else is there to do around here?” 

“Everyone’s gone now.” He gestured toward the house. “We could watch a movie or something? We could watch The Warriors.” 

Alma bit her lip in thought. She could stay, and maybe what happened last weekend could progress. However, she had promised Carla, who hadn’t been to the field parties yet, that she’d take her. 

“I can’t,” she said apologetically. “Just go. It’s the last one of the school year.” 

“How are you getting there?” He questioned.

“Tara has a car now. Early grad’ present.” 

Bill scoffed. “Shit.” 

He didn’t really like half the group of girls she often hung around with. They weren’t very nice to him if they was forced into some interaction in class. Otherwise, they left him alone. They didn’t understand Alma’s relationship with him either, but they chalked it up to her, feeling sorry for him as if he were a clingy, stray dog. In many ways, they found her strange, too.

“I doubt she’d be thrilled, giving me a ride.” He said, grabbing an old wooden baseball bat, leaning against the washer she sat on before helping her back on her skates. 

Alma frowned, looking up at him. “There wouldn’t be room either way. Nadine is coming too.” 

“My brother just left with the car.” He scoffed in frustration, scratching the nape of his neck in thought. “I guess I could call Scotty.” 

“So you’re going?” She smiled. 

“We'll see.” He winked as he handed the bat over to her. “Here. Smash the screen in.” 

Alma skated up to the TV, and with a downward swing, she connected with it. A slight crack could be heard, but it wasn’t so impressive, which made Bill laugh. 

“Oh c’mon. Harder.” 

Alma steadied on her skates and pulled the bat back further and put more strength into the second swing. The screen satisfyingly caved in. They both laughed with glee at the destruction. It felt even a little cathartic. The duct tape contained the glass, and when Bill carefully peeled it away, it revealed the spiderweb pattern skittering away from the bat’s blow. 

“Are you actually going to call Scotty?” Alma asked him just before leaving, shuffling on her skates backward on the road. 

“Yeah. I’ll see you there.” He said absent-mindedly, grabbing a lock of hair that was resting on her shoulder. It made her hold her breath involuntarily. 

Once she left, he scarfed down the burritos she had given him, and he could physically feel his body absorbing the nutrients from it. He moaned with satisfaction, even. They were gone in what felt like an instant, and he frowned. He mostly relied on school lunches to keep him fed, but of course, it just wasn’t as good as a homemade meal. It was better by miles.

He walked to his neighbor's house, sniffling a bit from the spiciness of the peppers, and was greeted by the redhead preteen girl who lived there, asking to use their house phone. She was completely unimpressed by him. Once, Bill warned her that she shouldn’t answer the door for just anyone, as it wasn’t so safe to do so.

“I know that,” she snarkily retorted. “But it’s just you.”

His phone line had been cut off for weeks now as his father left the bill unpaid. How he hated living the way he did. Every issue he was met with was just so very inconvenient. All he had motivating himself now was that, soon, he would be gone. In a new city where he could have some control over his life for once. While he knew it wouldn’t be a cakewalk, at least there was no one else to blame but himself.

The only thing he wished was that he could take Alma with him. Their plans for their future were swiftly diverging further away as the school year was coming to an end. No longer would they hang out in town or sleep over each other’s places. No more taking his brother’s car to do donuts in a vacant parking lot when they should be asleep. It would just be phone calls or letters. Maybe he could convince her to eventually meet him in New York, but knowing her, he had to be delicate with how to propose that idea. She would jump on the moment to leave with him rather than go to college. He recognized that she was impulsive in a way. He didn’t want that. His future wasn’t as secure as hers, and he didn’t want to hold her back. He’d feel shitty about himself if he did. 

~~~

Alma was with Carla now, in her room, hot-gluing a paper clip she bent in half to a beer bottle cap. Carla was a bit pious and a lot more sheltered than Alma was. She was also an only child, and they came from the same cultural background. Their mothers would arrange playdates for them as children, and they have remained friends since. 

Alma plucked cooled, hairlike strands of hot glue off the bottle cap before passing it off to make another. The bottle caps she found were collected inside a plastic margarine container, and when Bill asked what she wanted them for, she lied and said she was thinking of making a bottle cap belt. In reality, she was making Barbie furniture—an end table, in this instance—for Carla’s doll house. She would rather die than have Bill find out she still played with dolls sometimes. A few years ago, she had gotten rid of all her childish toys and came to regret it in the end, but luckily Carla still held on to hers and didn’t mind sharing. Who knew that in the future, Bill would be playing with his own real-life dolls one day? Especially with her.

“Did you bring the books?” Carla timidly asked. She had paused, painting the end table with pink metallic nail varnish.

“Oh!” Alma said, pushing off the floor and crawling over to her backpack just to drag it back. “Yeah. I haven’t read the fantasy one yet. You’ll have to tell me if it’s good, but this other one has a firefighter. A cute one, too.” She smirked, handing the romance novels over to her. 

She had to smuggle them to her friend because her parents were a bit strict. Alma hid hers only because she would be mortified if her parents knew the subject matter inside them. She wouldn’t know how to explain herself. It would just open her up to a whole other can of worms. Her parents knew of her friendship with Bill, but they believed it to be innocent, or as innocent as they believed their daughter to be, at least. They thought she knew better and was taught better than to entertain the advances of men. However, she was a teenage girl, and while doing more than heavy petting was daunting, she was just too curious. Her body, she knew, gave her power most don’t often get. The problem, though, is that she didn’t trust so easily. She only trusted one person, who seemed not to be too interested in her. At least not as interested as most teen boys would be, especially with the access she granted. 

“You know, there are some cute FFA boys that go to the field. I met one who was a volunteer firefighter once.” 

Carla bashfully clasped her mouth as she giggled. “But I can’t… I don’t know how to talk to boys.” 

“You don’t have to. Just let them look, you know?” She playfully widened her eyes.

“Hmm.” She bit her lip in thought. “I don’t have anything to wear. Help me? What are you wearing?” 

Alma smiled excitedly when she asked. “It’s new. I went to the mall with Tara a few weeks ago, and,” she paused, digging in her back and pulling out a black halter top with a flowy midriff. “And then, these jeans.” She stood up then, holding the tight black jeans against her body.

“Your mom let you get that?” 

“Obviously not,” Alma laughed. “But I’m eighteen now. I should be able to wear what I want.” 

“I mean, yeah…” Carla said nervously. Even if she admired the garments, she just didn’t have the courage within herself to wear them if she had the option. Besides that, she had never seen Alma in anything but mostly formless tunics. “I know you’ll look pretty in it!” 

“Are you two really playing with that for real?” Carla’s cousin asked with her mouthful as she was eating a moon pie when she walked back into the room. Mayra was in town from Houston and was a year older than them.

Alma noticed her friend frown and didn’t like that. “What’s the issue?” She asked, but Mayra’s only response was to roll her kohl-lined eyes at her.

~~~

At his home, Bill was enjoying the space alone for once. He was in his bedroom in only white briefs, looking through his dresser with a skinny joint between his lips, and listening to radio music at a light volume. From his dresser, he pulled out an army green button-down he had gotten from an army surplus store. With a red magic marker, he had decorated it with an anarchist symbol on the breast pocket. He laid down in bed undressed, and taking the last puff of his joint, he closed his eyes, contemplating. 

While he did find the field parties to be repetitious, Alma was right. It was something to do. However, that wasn’t the reason he was so indecisive about going. It was because lately, he couldn’t stand to see Alma talking to boys or vice versa. He knew he didn’t have any right to feel that way, as they were only just friends. Even reminding her as much. Yet, in the last few months, they have been rather flirtatious. In the way, they spoke to each other. Their hands touching and caressing in loving ways. Holding hands while walking home from school or their sleepovers, where they would innocently sleep, but still their bodies met and cuddled.

It was such an instance in which he went too far. In Alma’s bedroom, like any old night, he had gone before. When he arrived, he briefly watched her outside the open window. She was sitting on a violet shag rug in the middle of her floor, painting her toenails blood-red, unaware that there were eyes on her. She was in a white, knee-length baby doll nightgown, her damp hair was French braided, and her face was fresh and bare. He could hear her humming to herself as she dipped the brush back into the polish bottle, twisting it closed. 

“Hey,” Bill said as his lanky frame climbed through her window. 

She gasped loudly and clutched her chest, startled by him. “Bill?!” She harshly whispered. She pulled her nightgown down to cover her lap, as she wasn’t particularly sitting modestly, thinking she was alone. 

“Shh.” He lightly laughed, sitting on the floor next to her. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“You didn’t scare me.” 

“Mhmm.” 

They hung out for a little. She even painted his fingernails with black polish, asking what he did that day. It was late when he arrived, so once their polish dried, they were in bed. He brought his copy of a dystopian sci-fi graphic novel to read alongside her under the dim light of a bedside lamp she draped a red chiffon scarf over. Alma listened to him softly read it out loud to her, making different voices for the characters and all. They started the novel the weekend prior, and he picked up where they had left off. She yawned just before he could get to the climax of the story, and he laid the book on his chest to look at her. 

“Sorry, I had work this morning.” She said with heavy eyes and nuzzled her head on his shoulder. 

“Oh, yeah,” Bill said understandingly. He had come to know that she would work at the local Dairy Queen during the summers, but she started a month early for extra money for college. 

They slept under the covers, inches apart, as if they were leaving any substantial room for Jesus. Their mornings together, they’d be pressed against each other in some way. That early morning was a bit different, though. He had woken slightly and moved his hips away from her bottom. He wore soft shorts, which he wore under his jeans that he had taken off before getting into bed. He felt his cheeks get hot with embarrassment over the erection he had woken up with.

It wasn’t the first time his body betrayed him in this way, but usually, he’d back away from her and tuck it into his waistband, ignoring it. He wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t particularly proud of how he lost it. He wasn’t even seeking out sex when it presented itself to him, in the form of an early 20s-something hippy straggler living in his home. Charlene had been making passes at him, which he just couldn't pick up at fourteen, almost fifteen years old. He thought she was interested in the weird, nerdy things he spoke about. Maybe she was in a way, but it wasn’t so sincere in hindsight. 

In their first encounter, she placed a hand on his hairy thigh, and he froze a bit. The next thing he knew, she was blowing him on the couch, and he was scared out of his mind as they were in the living room and anyone could have walked in at any time. He came into her mouth, and she swallowed it, much to his shock. She laughed when she saw his large green eyes looking at her in disbelief with a hint of disgust. He spent a few weeks confused and conflicted about it, as she was technically with his brother, Gustaf. Then they were alone one night. He walked into his bedroom, and she was lying there in his bed with dirty feet and giggling at the nude magazine she found under his pillow. 

“Do you want to see mine?” She asked, pointing at a photo of a nude woman seductively spread eagle on the hood of a muscle car. 

He gave her a strange look because he had seen hers a handful of times now after her showers, but he wasn’t that naive. He knew exactly what she meant. He hadn’t been with anyone else since, at least not that closely. There were other girls from his old school he’d fool around with, but Charlene had laughed and teased at how fast he came his first time. Even so much as taunting at the mess he made on his belly and chest. It messed with his head for a long while. 

With Alma, it was different. He knew if they did anything, he would never get the fuck out of Missouri. That type of intimacy wouldn’t do either of them any favors in the grand scheme of things. He caught himself wanting to kiss her multiple times now, and as their friendship grew, the urge to be closer was getting more and more apparent between them. They were friends, but they didn’t behave as friends would lately. Especially when they knew they were on borrowed time.

Bill took a deep breath and tried to find sleep again until Alma scooted back and pressed her bottom against him again. He stilled for a moment. It felt as if she had awakened too, but he couldn’t be certain because he didn’t want to peer over to confirm it. She rutted her bottom against him again, and her nightgown slipped up, revealing her basic white, floral underwear to him. He bit his lip and gulped. 

Alma lay there with her heart racing, pretending to be asleep. An uncomfortable dampness was between her legs. It wasn’t the first time she had felt him at attention against her. More often he’d sleep through it, but it seemed as if he were more aware of it lately and would shift his hips away from her. She felt his hand on her hip, trying to smooth her nightgown back down. Instead, she grabbed it and slowly dragged it over to the front of her sex. Her eyes remained closed, and his hand froze in place. 

She could feel his chest rise nervously. They remained silent, but suddenly some mutual agreement was made between them in the quiet. They would do this, but fall back on the claim that they were asleep and had no recollection of it. Neither would ever mention this moment, too embarrassed about their teenage urges even as adults. 

Bill cupped her sex as she ground her bottom onto him. In turn, it stimulated the bundle of sensitive nerves ever so beneath her underwear. She could feel him hard-pressed against her bottom and the small of her back. Shallow breaths escaped them, enjoying the feeling. Alma’s breath hitched when he applied more pressure with his hand. He could feel her wetness soak through her panties, but he didn’t dare touch her so directly. The sense of her arousal and the thought of doing so undid him. He held her tightly as he humped and huffed until completion into his boxers. 

They both stilled themselves, too scared to even speak or confront what had just transpired. Instead, they both pretended to sleep until he gained the courage to rise out of bed. He lightly shook her shoulder, waking her, and whispered that he needed to help his brother with something that day.

“Hm, okay…” Alma said, meeting his eyes, but they were avoidant. “I’ll see you later, then?” 

“Um, yeah…” He said, pulling up his pants, but not before Alma had noticed the wet spot on his shorts. 

He then avoided her for a few days at school until he got over himself. When he spoke to her again, she acted as if it never happened. Ignoring both the incident and the silent treatment. For which he was grateful, but there was an obvious shift. 

Bill finally got out of bed and got dressed after jerking off about it like he had been all week. This time it was out of necessity because there was a high chance he’d be alone with her at some point. He didn’t want to pop a boner he knew he wasn’t going to do anything with. Regardless, he tugged on the chain to his wallet and opened it, double-checking if he still had a condom inside, just in case. 

Scotty was obnoxiously honking the car horn outside Bill’s house while he stole sprays of his oldest brother’s cologne before leaving. He checked himself in the broken mirror by the front door and unbuttoned his shirt to his chest, showing the white tank underneath. He wanted to look nicer than he usually did, but this would have to do.

“Taking forever, man!” Scotty laughed. He was a friend from his old school, but he had already graduated a year before. 

“Yeah, whatever.” He fist-bumped him and tossed his leather jacket in the back seat. “Thanks for picking me up. I can give you some gas money.” 

“Not a problem, dude. Just roll up a few while we head up there. The stuff is in the glove box.” He said tapping it. “Oh. And we're pickin’ up Jones.” 

Once Jones joined them, they were on their way. Bill sat with his knees together to hold the Mad Magazine in his lap, using it as a tray to break up the weed to roll up. Scotty was vivaciously speaking about random things and laughing at his own jokes. He was a good-natured guy, but sometimes he could be too high-energy. Jones, however, was more even-mannered, just along for the ride. He wasn’t even so much like them either in regard to sharing similar interests. But being one of the few black kids in town and befriending two white punk kids who didn’t mind scraping with others of their kind provided some buffer of protection.

“Are any of her friends cute?” Scotty asked Bill, passing a lit joint to him. 

“Eh,” Bill shrugged as he took a hit. 

“He only thinks his girl is cute,” Jones laughed in the back seat. 

“They’re okay,” Bill said, exchanging the joint for the flask of Jim Beam with Jones. “For you two, losers.” He laughed as they scoffed with offense. 

“You gonna ask Alma out, dude? Or is it still NEW YORK, NEW YORK!” His outburst was sung to the tune of Frank Sinatra’s ode to the city. 

“Impressive.” Jones quickly quipped as he passed the joint back to him.

“Oh. Yeah, you like that, Jones,” He winked at him through the reflection of his rearview mirror to which his friend just chuckled. “Anyway, as I was saying.” He said, turning his attention back to Bill.

Bill gave him a strange look. “Yeah…”

“Ah, well. I guess you can’t have it all.” Scotty lamented. “There are tons of other babes out there, though. But before we get off subject, I have a song for you, Billy.” He chuckled deviously, searching around the center console for an 8-track. 

He ejected the 8-track that was in the player before and popped the new one in. After he skipped a few tracks, a familiar bass riff began playing, and he turned the volume dial up. Bill shook his head, annoyed yet amused. It was Why Can’t I Touch It by the Buzzcocks. 

“You dickhead! I told you that shit in confidence.” He said, but he laughed along with the boys in the car.

~~~

It was dark around the edges of the bonfire at the field party. Carla was feeling a bit wary and uncomfortable. Alma helped her choose a nice skirt, which she helped hem with discrete stitches to meet her knees. There wasn’t much Alma could help her with because her closet didn’t have much to work with. The most she was able to accomplish was curl her hair and let her borrow her red lipstick to wear. 

Alma and her cousin, Mayra, were talking to country boys from a neighboring town as she stood by awkwardly. People who lived in the circumference of the field would all meet and mingle, coming together to drink, smoke, and maybe get lucky. Alma was taking a swig of an unknown brown liquor being passed around, and when it came to Carla, she hesitated until she saw her cousin smirking, knowing she’d decline it. Proving her wrong, she took a large gulp, but her face was full of immediate regret.

“Oh my god. You okay?” Alma asked her when she heard her choke.

“Mhmm,” she said with puckered lips. “Nasty!” 

“Yeah.” Alma nodded understandingly. “I wasn’t thinking when I passed it over. Sorry.” 

“No. No, it’s cool.” 

“I have some brews. Would you two like that instead?” A young man wearing a cowboy hat and a lip full of chewing tobacco politely asked them. 

“Sure.” Alma smiled. 

“Could I get one too?” Mayra butted in. 

Eventually, Alma ventured to where Tara and Nadine were, which was closer to where cars would pull into the field to park. Bill was still nowhere to be seen, and now she wondered if he was coming at all. They were talking to Bruce and Casey from school, the two most annoying jocks in school. While she stood around them, pretending to be interested in the conversation, she decided to venture back to Carla to check on her. 

She was doing fine. More than fine, she found some cute FFA boy to talk to, and they were both bashfully laughing with one another, leaning on the tailgate of a truck. Alma was stuck on where to go then, until the cowboy beckoned her over, holding out the bottle of whiskey toward her. 

~~~

“Fuckin’ finally!” Scotty said, cutting the headlights off and creeping the car into a spot under a large tree. “We’re already missing out,” he said, pointing at a car with foggy windows.

“I’m going to go find us some beer,” Jones said, exiting the car before them to get the night going. 

“Wait, but I–” Scotty began to say, but Jones had woven into the crowd and disappeared. “I have beer in the trunk.” 

Bill walked to the back of the car with Scotty, and together they chugged a beer and tossed the cans before grabbing another. After Scotty put on his jean vest that was adorned with studs and band patches, they began walking around. Their presence didn’t look so inviting, as they were both pretty tall and lanky, but they also had pierced ears and unusual haircuts. Scotty’s dark hair was spiked up with gel and hairspray, and the sides of Bill’s hair were shorn very short but long on top and laid to the side. Scotty would always try to convince him to get a mohawk because it was nearly there if he buzzed the sides narrower. 

“Oh, look, Skarsgård brought his girlfriend.” Bruce Fetterman teased them when they crossed paths. 

Their eyes darted towards him with objection. Then Scotty blew him a kiss, taunting him, and Bill joined in making kissy noises. 

“Fuckin’ freaks.” Bruce spat on the ground with disgust. 

The boys laughed as they sauntered away, unbothered. It amused Bill that his tooth was still chipped, which made him look stupid. 

“Where the hell did Jones go?” Scotty wondered out loud as he scanned the field. “And where is your girlfriend?”

“She’s not–”

“Yeah, whatever dude,” Scotty interjected. He knew their story, and he knew his friend had been dragging ass. “Hey!” Scotty harshly tapped Bill’s shoulder and pointed. “That’s… that’s Alma?!” 

“Huh?” He quickly looked in the direction he was pointing at.

A few girls were dancing in a truck bed to The Stroke by Billy Squire. Then there was Alma standing on the edge of the dropped tailgate and dancing as well. He’d seen her dance in his room on occasion, so that wasn’t so shocking. It was the fact that now she was on display for everyone to enjoy. However, his heart stopped when faced with her bareback. He could see her soft tan skin in the light of the bonfire’s blaze. Was she topless? He thought in a panic until she turned and saw she was covered. Well, as covered as you could be in the top that she was wearing.

“Holy shit…” he said, metaphorically picking his jaw back up off the ground.

“Yeah. Holy shit.” Scotty repeated. “C’mon,” he said, tapping Bill’s shoulder and leading the way over. 

“Who are those guys?” Mayra asked Carla across the way after she essentially blocked her from the boy she was speaking to. 

“Who?” She asked, following her gaze. “Oh. I don’t know about the other guy, but the one in the green shirt is Alma’s friend.” 

“That’s Alma’s friend?” She said with disbelief. “She plays with your Barbies, but that guy is her friend?”

“Like kinda more than friends, really.” 

“There’s no way.” She laughed incredulously before taking a sip of her nearly empty beer. 

Mayra saw Bill put two fingers in his mouth and whistle loudly over the music. Alma turned her head in the direction of it, flipping her hair back, and squinted. She didn’t have her glasses on, but she recognized his figure and smiled brightly. She crouched down and hopped off the truck, hearing some disappointed groans from the boys who were watching. Mayra’s eyes followed her as she practically skipped over to him in her wedge heels, and he wrapped his arms around her, picking her up off her feet with a big, dimpled grin on his face. 

“I told you.” Carla laughed at her cousin's jealousy and decided to seek out the boy she had been speaking to earlier. 

“You look,” Bill trailed off, scanning her from head to toe as his heart raced, noticing her cleavage. 

“It’s too much.” She questioned, feeling a little self-conscious now. 

“No! No.” He shook his head.

“Not at all.” Scotty parroted as he scanned the crowd, looking for either Jones or a girl to talk to before he was delegated to third wheel. 

“Good to see you again, Scotty.” She greeted. 

“Likewise. Always a pleasure,” he put an appreciative hand on his chest and bowed his head politely.

Alma smiled appreciatively. “Uhm. What took you so long?” 

“Well.” 

“That was my fault,” Scotty interjected. “Caught a flat tire on the way.” He waved at someone with acknowledgment then. “Ay, I’ll catch you two later.” 

“Yeah, the tire blew. Guess who had to change it?” He said, slightly miffed, showing the dirty marks on his hands before rubbing them on his jeans. “Uh, do you want to grab a beer?” 

She nodded, and he took her hand in his and led her back to Scotty’s Buick. Bill reached through the open driver's side window to pop open the trunk, and when he rounded the car, Alma was bent, grabbing beers from the foam ice chest in the back. He gazed at her back again, and when she stood upright, the fabric on her top shifted, and he could see the side of her breast. She passed a beer to him, and then she lifted the bottom of her top, revealing more supple flesh, to pull a flask she had tucked into the front of her tight jeans. 

“I stole it from one of the country boys,” she smirked. 

“They’re going to come looking for it,” he chuckled, watching her take a swig. 

“Fuck them,” she said, passing it off.

They settled, sitting on the front fender of the car, watching the bonfire. They were parked a bit away, but they could still feel the heat emanating from it. 

“There’s a lot of people here tonight,” Bill said, scanning the thick crowd. 

“Last party of the school year. You know what I was wondering earlier?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Whose field is this? Someone has to own it, right?” 

“Shit, I don’t know.” He said, turning his body towards her more. “No one? People have been coming here forever, even my brothers when they were in school.”

“Is it weird that this is your last field party in Missouri?” Alma asked, peering up at him. 

“Mm.” He lightly shrugged. “No… I’m over it at this point.” 

“Right,” Alma sighed. And over me too, she thought. “I’m sure New York’s parties will be a lot more fun. I’m a bit jealous. I’ll miss you.” 

Bill bit his lip and looked away. He could feel his nerves creeping up on him. “Y-you should, should visit when you can. We can party together?” 

Alma smiled. “Yeah!”

“But like when I’m able to get my own place, you know? It might take a while.” 

“Mhmm. Are you still on track moneywise?” She asked carefully. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He said, sounding more sure than he felt. “Just trying to add some cushion in case, right?” He paused to take a drink of his beer. “I’ll miss you too, by the way. But I’m not gone yet, don’t start giving a eulogy.” 

Alma playfully rolled her eyes. “But can I say, it’s going to be so boring without you?” 

“I mean,” he gestured smugly, agreeing, and she lightly pushed his shoulder. 

“Hey, Alma!” Their little bubble burst then. It was Mayra calling out to her. “Where’d you get that beer?” 

“Shh!” Alma harshly shushed her, putting a finger to her lips. “Don’t announce it.” 

“I’ll get her one,” Bill dismissively said as he stood upright. “Who is she?” He whispered before he walked off. 

“Carla’s cousin.” She informed him, to which he just raised his brows. 

“Sorry,” Mayra said, blinking her eyes to focus them. “Hi,” she smiled at Bill until she noticed he was handing her a beer. “Oh, right. Thanks.” She looked between him and Alma for a moment and suddenly felt intimidated. “Um…” she nervously cleared her throat. “I’m going to look for Carla,” she said, backing away like prey keeping their eye on a predator.

“Just don’t tell anyone where you got that,” Bill said, holding two other beers and giving her a strange look. 

Alma slid off the fender and passed Bill then. “What’s her deal?” He was confused about her behavior. 

“I don’t know.” She said dismissively, opening the door to the back seat and getting in. 

He did a double take, and then his stomach sank. He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest as he followed her in. The only strategy he quickly thought of was to immediately start rolling the back window down to keep them from feeling as if they had any real privacy. He exhaled with a bit of reprieve when he turned to see Alma doing the same. 

When she turned to look at him, her chestnut eyes reflected the distant flames of the bonfire. Her red lipstick had faded in the middle, only softly lining her pouty lips now. They spoke a bit in a friendly, joking manner, trying to break the obvious tension in the backseat as they sipped on their beer. 

“Take it easy!” Bill laughed when she took two swigs from the stolen flask. “Uh, there’s a joint in the center console.” He began to reach forward, but Alma pressed the flask against his chest, stopping him. 

His chest tightened, seeing her bent forward again as she rummaged in the console. Her bare back faced him again, so close in the confined space that he could see where the leather upholstery indented her skin. The urge to trace the lines and the freckles he newly discovered almost overtook him, but he retreated his hand to his lap. She sat back with the joint between her lips, now seated closer to him. 

“Got a light?” 

“Uh, yeah.” He procured a white bic lighter from his breast pocket and flicked the flame on.

She leaned into the flame, puffing on the joint until the ember glowed evenly. She peered up at him through her long lashes and smiled when he pushed a lock of her hair back to keep from getting caught in the glowing cherry. 

They passed it back and forth, their eyes getting low when the discussion of college came up. 

“Eh.” Alma grimaced. “I got accepted to the university, sure. But I don’t know; I might just go to community college. Save some money getting the bullshit out of the way, you know.” 

Bill frowned a bit because he knew she could make it at university, but he understood money was an issue with her mom's stacking medical bills. How he wished money would just never be a factor in decision-making for himself or Alma. 

“That’s half the reason I started my summer job early. But,” she reached for the joint he was passing. “Whatever. I’ll figure it out…” She took a puff, and it was obvious to him that she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. 

“Mhmm. Before graduation… uh, I was wondering earlier if you’d want to go to the springs again sometime? Sometime, you’re not working.” 

“I could call in,” she smirked. “But yeah. That sounds nice. The last time was fun.” She recalled when they went floating on spring break. 

He smiled because there was a place past the spring that he liked to visit when he needed to be alone and away from the chaos of his home. He wanted to take her there to see the serenity of it. 

They got cozier and more relaxed after finishing the joint. He had his arm around her now, and her knees hooked over one of his legs. In the distance, they could both hear the synth-piano tones of Telephone Line by Electric Light Orchestra. The chittering of crickets and cicadas blended into the melody. 

Their inhibitions slipped. Bill turned his body closer to hers, his fingers moving to thread through her hair as he cradled her head. It all just felt so delightful, their bodies buzzing. Their senses heightened with more dimension being stoned. Alma’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt his pixie nose trailing the side of her neck and his breath fanning across her skin. He could smell the scent of amber and warm vanilla on her goose-bumped skin. It was the sensation of his hair, which had fallen forward and grazed along her jaw, that gave her chills even in the lingering spring heat. Her heart swelled so much that she thought it would burst out of her chest. 

Her eyes opened when she felt his low-lidded stare on her. He looked into her eyes so intensely that she lost her breath, and the space closed in around them. He was going to kiss her. It was all over his face. Just as he leaned to clear the millimeters between them, he squeezed his eyes shut and quickly turned away. His face was marred with deep pain. 

“I can’t.” His voice cracked with regret. 

Alma bit her quivering lip when she felt his rejection and began rapidly blinking, feeling her eyes water. “Okay,” she croaked. 

He glanced at her and had to quickly look away again after seeing that he had hurt her feelings. Exactly what he was trying to avoid. He straightened up some and swallowed. Alma noticed the hand on his lap was balled tightly, his knuckles blanched, his nostrils flared, and she felt him tremble. 

“I’m sorry. I-I like you too much.” He admitted. “It’s not fair for me to… I’m leaving, I can’t.” 

Alma sniffled, trying to hold her breath to keep a sob from sneaking past her lips. She harshly wiped the tears that slipped down her cheeks, feeling so silly for them. It wasn’t very punk rock of her. His gaze remained on the floorboard because he couldn’t bring himself to see her so upset, knowing he was the cause. 

“Fine,” she said, taking a deep, shaky breath to settle herself. 

“It’s not.” He said with remorse. “I can’t even begin to explain how much I want to be close to you. But I can’t stay here, Alma.” His voice cracked again. 

“I know.” She sniffled. “You can’t,” she knew for his sake, he had to get out of his situation, regardless of how badly she wanted to be with him. “I like you too. Too much to make you stay.” 

Bill bit his lip and bowed his head. While it was so amazing to hear that she felt the same about him, it broke his heart. Because why him, she could find so much better than him. It felt undeserving. He quickly cleared the lump in his throat.

“I'll let you know whenever I finally get a place. I promise I’ll wait for you.” 

Alma sniffled. “Okay. Fuck,” she sighed, wiping away a rogue tear. Her biggest fear was that the distance would just prove to be too much for their friendship to persevere through. She still held onto the little hope she had and hoped that wouldn’t be true. 

“These last few weeks will be brutal if it feels this bad right now.”

“Fuck.” He inhaled deeply. “I-it doesn’t have to be. It doesn’t have to be, right?” He repeated. “I told you not to start giving my eulogy.” He finally looked at her, and he was glad he could amuse her a bit.

Suddenly, Jones was reaching into the driver's side to pop the trunk, and all three were startled by each other. Bill had a protective hold on her until they straightened up, and Jones felt a bit awkward, knowing he interrupted something. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Jones said with his hands raised apologetically. “Uhm… your friends are looking for you, Alma. One of them isn’t doing so well.” 

“Carla?” 

“I think?” 

“Hmm. I should help get her home.” She said, wishing she didn’t have to leave the party.

“Mhmm.” He nodded, following her out of the backseat. 

When they joined the party again, her friends were already around Tara’s car. The FFA boy helped a drunk Mayra inside with Carla’s help. At least the hard part was done. Bill pulled Alma into an embrace before she left him, and they melted into each other. He took the opportunity to rub her bare back unabashedly. It tickled and it made her giggle. 

“I’ll see you later?” She worried he would ignore her again after this, but she feared for even longer this time.

“Yeah,” Bill assured. “No silent treatment.” 

“Don’t do that shit again.” She lightly chastised, pointing a finger at him. “Goodnight, Bill.” 

“Hey,” he said, pulling her back by her hand. She looked up at him, and he was peering down at her with soft eyes. “I didn’t get to say. You look really pretty tonight. Beautiful.” He corrected. 

“You look good tonight, too.” 

“Eh, sure.” He said with a light shrug and scratching his chin, unable to take the compliment. “Goodnight.” He said, allowing himself to kiss the back of her hand. 

She took that as a cue to regroup with her friends, but as she stepped off she was still tethered to him as he hadn’t let go of her hand.  

“Alma,” he said, looking a bit more serious. “I’d kill for this to be different.” 

Alma sadly smiled, but she understood. “Me too.”

[lunapwrites]

15 Questions | 15(?) People

So I am not tagging 15 people, I get anxiety tagging like. 5. BUT I will give this a go lol.

Are you named after anyone? My great-grandparent.

When was the last time you cried? Hmmmmmm couple of months ago.

Do you have kids? Nope.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? What's sarcasm?

What's the first thing you notice about people? From a distance, their hair. Close up, their eyes.

Scary movies or happy ending? Kind of neither? I want to be left having an existential crisis. Like with Whiplash, do we really want to call that a happy ending? What category do you put Don't Look Up in?

Any special talents? I'm good at air hockey? Otherwise, I can whistle through my teeth.

Where were you born? IN WEST PHILADELPHIA-- no but seriously.

What are your hobbies? [gestures at blog]

Do you have any pets? I have two dogs and I will talk about them endlessly if you get me started. I am that obnoxious pet parent that puts pictures of them on the fridge. I painted portraits of them that I hung on my wall. I would take them everywhere if they were remotely capable of existing in a safe and sane way off my property. Unfortunately they are just as neurotic as I am.

What sports do you play/have you played? Wew lad. Alright, so I went through a small phase where my mother was trying me through several activities to see what I would stick with (none) but, I have done tee ball (less than one season, badly), ballet (about a year or two, it was awful, never again), soccer (football to everyone else; I did that for 3 years and i did like it but meh), and crew (competitive rowing. also liked that but again, meh.) my parents were also attempting to see if maybe i would get into horseback riding, but NOPE. i was not interested.

How tall are you? Like. 5'2"? Ish? I think earlier I calculated that out to about 158cm for the metric crew.

Favorite subject in school? English and History, typically.

Dream job? I used to really want to be an English teacher, but the way that profession exists now (at least in the states), I really uh... can't do that the way that I always envisioned it. So instead I run a Discord server that more or less does the thing and work my day job on top of that haha. But I think overall, I'm mostly just looking for whatever I can live with that will give me enough money to buy the things I need and still have enough freedom and flexibility to enjoy my life outside of it. I don't want to be that person that lives to work, but I also don't want to be a person that works to live. I just want to work, and to live, and for those things to be separate lol. Small ask, I know.

Anyway, this was fun! Anyone who'd like to join in from here, feel free. Consider this me tagging you.

[aronarchy]

https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/an-intimate-history-of-antifa

In “Antifa: The Anti-Fascist Handbook,” published last week by Melville House, the historian Mark Bray presents the Battle of Cable Street as a potent symbol of how to stop Fascism: a strong, unified coalition outnumbered and humiliated Fascists to such an extent that their movement fizzled. For many members of contemporary anti-Fascist groups, the incident remains central to their mythology, a kind of North Star in the fight against Fascism and white supremacy across Europe and, increasingly, the United States. According to Bray, Antifa (pronounced an-tee-fah) “can variously be described as a kind of ideology, an identity, a tendency or milieu, or an activity of self-defense.” It’s a leaderless, horizontal movement whose roots lie in various leftist causes—Communism, anarchism, Socialism, anti-racism. The movement’s profile has surged since Antifa activists engaged in a wave of property destruction during Donald Trump’s Inauguration—when one masked figure famously punched the white supremacist Richard Spencer in the face—and ahead of a planned appearance, in February, by Milo Yiannopoulos at the University of California, Berkeley, which was cancelled. At the “Unite the Right” rally in Charlottesville, Virginia, a number of Antifa activists, carrying sticks, blocked entrances to Emancipation Park, where white supremacists planned to gather. Fights broke out; some Antifa activists reportedly sprayed chemicals and threw paint-filled balloons. Multiple clergy members credited activists with saving their lives. Fox News reported that a White House petition urging that Antifa be labelled a terrorist organization had received more than a hundred thousand signatures.

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Many liberals who are broadly sympathetic to the goals of Antifa criticize the movement for its illiberal tactics. In the latest issue of The Atlantic, Peter Beinart, citing a series of incidents in Portland, Oregon, writes, “The people preventing Republicans from safely assembling on the streets of Portland may consider themselves fierce opponents of the authoritarianism growing on the American right. In truth, however, they are its unlikeliest allies.” (Beinart’s piece is headlined “The Rise of the Violent Left.”) According to Bray, though, Antifa activists believe that Fascists forfeit their rights to speak and assemble when they deny those same rights to others through violence and intimidation. For instance, last week, the North Dakota newspaper The Forum published a letter from Pearce Tefft in which he recalled a chilling exchange about free speech with his son, Peter, shortly before Peter headed to the rally in Charlottesville. “The thing about us fascists is, it’s not that we don’t believe in freedom of speech,” the younger Tefft reportedly said to his father. “You can say whatever you want. We’ll just throw you in an oven.”

For Bray and his subjects, the horror of this history and the threat of its return demands that citizens, in the absence of state suppression of Fascism, take action themselves. Bray notes that state-based protections failed in Italy and Germany, where Fascists were able to take over governments through legal rather than revolutionary means—much as the alt-right frames its activities as a defense of free speech, Fascists were able to spread their ideology under the aegis of liberal tolerance. Antifa does not abide by John Milton’s dictum that, “in a free and open encounter,” truthful ideas will prevail. “After Auschwitz and Treblinka,” Bray writes, “anti-fascists committed themselves to fighting to the death the ability of organized Nazis to say anything.”

Part of Antifa’s mission is to establish, as Bray puts it, “the historical continuity between different eras of far-right violence and the many forms of collective self-defense that it has necessitated across the globe over the past century.” To this end, the first half of his book is a somewhat rushed history of anti-Fascist groups. The progenitors of Antifa, in this account, were the German and Italian leftists who, following the First World War, banded together to fight proto-Fascist gangs. In Italy, these leftists gathered under the banner of Arditi del Popolo (“the People’s Daring Ones”), while in Weimar Germany, groups like Antifaschistische Aktion, from which Antifa takes its name, evolved from paramilitary factions of existing political parties. Bray moves swiftly to the failure of anti-Fascists in the Spanish Civil War, then races through the second half of the twentieth century. In the late seventies, the punk and hardcore scenes became the primary sites of open conflict between leftists and neo-Nazis; that milieu prefigures much of the style and strategy now associated with the anti-Fascist movement. In the Netherlands and Germany, a group of leftist squatters known as Autonomen pioneered the Black Bloc approach: wearing all-black outfits and masks to help participants evade prosecution and retaliation. Bray reaches the present with his description of “Pinstripe Fascists,” such as Geert Wilders, and the rise of new far-right parties and groups in both Europe and America. The book flits between countries and across decades; analysis is sparse. The message is that Antifa will fight Fascists wherever they appear, and by any means necessary.

The book’s later chapters, such as “Five Historical Lessons for Anti-Fascists” and “‘So Much for the Tolerant Left!’: ‘No Platform’ and Free Speech,” which are adapted from essays published elsewhere, are more focused and persuasive. Here Bray explicitly deals with the philosophical and practical problems of Antifa: violence versus nonviolence; mass movements versus militancy; choosing targets and changing tactics. Bray concedes that the practice of disrupting Fascist rallies and events could be construed as a violation of the right to free speech and assembly—but he contends that such protections are meant to prevent the government from arresting citizens, not to prevent citizens from disrupting one another’s speech. Speech is already curtailed in the U.S. by laws related to “obscenity, incitement to violence, copyright infringement, press censorship during wartime,” and “restrictions for the incarcerated,” Bray points out. Why not add one more restriction—curtailing hate speech—as many European democracies do? As for the slippery-slopists, afraid that Antifa will begin with Fascists and eventually attack anybody who opposes them, Bray maintains that the historical record does not support this fear: anti-Fascists who have shut down local hate groups, as in Denmark, usually go dark themselves, or turn their attention to other political projects, rather than finding new enemies to fight. (In his Atlantic piece, Beinart notes, “When fascism withered after World War II, antifa did too.”)

Violence, Bray insists, is not the preferred method for past or present Antifa—but it is definitely on the table. He quotes a Baltimore-based activist who goes by the name Murray to explain the movement’s outlook:

You fight them by writing letters and making phone calls so you don’t have to fight them with fists. You fight them with fists so you don’t have to fight them with knives. You fight them with knives so you don’t have to fight them with guns. You fight them with guns so you don’t have to fight them with tanks.

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[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 13 Rewatch:  “MWD”

The basics: When a retired Military Working Dog disappears, the team works to return the dog to his owner.  

Written by:  R. Scott Gemmill wrote/cowrote “The Only Easy Day”, “Brimstone”, “Breach”, “LD50”, “Found”, “Borderline”, “Absolution”, “Archangel”, “Tin Soldiers”, “Impostors”, “Cyberthreat”, “Honor”, “The Watchers” and both sides of the NCIS Los: Angeles/Hawaii Five-0 “Touch of Death” episodes, “Recruit”, “Free Ride”, “Wanted”, “Ravens and The Swans”, “Impact”, “War Cries”, both ends of the “Deep Trouble” season five finale/season six premiere, “Inelegant Heart”, “Praesidium”, “Traitor”, “Active Measures” (season seven premiere), “Blame It On Rio”, “Internal Affairs”, “Matryoshka” part one,  "Talion" (season seven finale), “High Value Target”/“Belly of the Beast” (season eight premieres), “The Queen’s Gambit”, “Under Siege”, “Unleashed” (season eight finale), “Party Crashers” (season nine’s premiere), “This Is What We Do” (episode 200), “Các Tù Nhân”, “Goodbye Vietnam”, “Ninguna Salida” (the season nine finale), “Hit List”, “Asesinos”, “Till Death Do Us Part”, “Choke Point”, “The Guardian”, “Hail Mary”, “Kill Beale Vol. 1”, “Alsiyadun”, “Fortune Favors the Brave”, “The Bear” (season 12 premiere), “Angry Karen”, “Love Kills”, “Russia, Russia, Russia”, “The Noble Maidens”, “A Tale of Two Igors” (season 12 finale), "Subject 17" (season 13 premiere) and "All The Little Things".

Directed by:  Suzanne Saltz directed "Outside the Lines", "Murder of Crows" and "Sundown".

Guest stars of note: Peter Cambor is back from “All the Little Things” as Nate Getz.  Kavi R. Ladnier returns from “Pandora’s Box” as Shyla Dahr.  Matt Lasky was Joseph Jones but he played the bartender in the steampunk bar in “Random on Purpose” in season one.  Stephanie Lemelin as Mary Smith, Brent Bailey as Dennis Adams, Cap Peterson as Brian “Buster” Miller, Travis Johns as Nick Reed and Richard Gant as Raymond Hanna (voice only).

Our heroes:  Reunite a retired Gunnery Sergeant and her Master Sergeant dog.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen: Speaking to Nate about his Hetty issues and not in a patient-psychologist way. Sam:  Searching for his father. Kensi:  Crashing the Audi for a good reason. Deeks:  In court today. Fatima: Steering clear of the cyber tower when Shyla is around. Rountree: Leaving the incident with the police to the legal people and moving on.  Until he isn’t Kilbride:  Knows about the Drona project but not in a way that can help Callen.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen: Willing to do some deep dives into his memories. Sam:  Selling the Michelle. Kensi:  Married her furry partner. Deeks:  Did show Rountree “Hair” – even sang the songs. Fatima:  Beginning to sound like the Admiral and isn’t concerned about it. Rountree: Didn’t have a TV much as a kid. Kilbride:  Doesn’t like hanging on.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Telling Nate only what she needs him to know while in Syria.

Who's down with OTP:  Hopefully absence is making the heart go fonder as Kensi works with Sam and Deeks is in court.  Deeks did earn a mention as Kensi’s furry partner.

Who's down with BrOTP:  Mary and Boomer were quite the team.

Fashion review:  Callen is wearing a blue-green button down shirt.  Black long-sleeve tee for Sam.  Kensi is wearing a blue and white sweater.  Deeks is in court.  Fatima has on a white henley over a maroon turtleneck.  Rountree is wearing a beige sweater.  As usual, a dark blue three-piece suit for Kilbride with a light blue dress shirt and a red plaid tie.

Music:  “Oceans” by Svvarms was playing in the teaser.

Any notable cut scene:  No.

Quote:  Kilbride:  “The, request that you filed under the Freedom of Information Act has been denied.” Callen:  “Huh. How did this come across your desk? This was a private and personal inquiry. Why was it denied?” Kilbride:  “Use your imagination.” Callen:  “'Cause of you?” Kilbride:  “No. This is above my pay grade. "Exemption 1, the requested "information is classified to protect national security." “ Callen:  “They're gonna hide behind national security?” Kilbride:  “They're funny that way. I know that this is a big disappointment for you and that you would very much like to speak with Henrietta about her involvement in the Drona program.” Callen:  “So, you do know about it.” Kilbride:  “I know of it... but not to the extent to help you find the answers I believe you're looking for.”

Anything else:  In a nice residential neighborhood, a woman parks her SUV in her driveway.  She has some takeout for dinner.  Walking into her home, the lights are not working.  She starts calling for “Boomer” but finds the living room a mess – glass from a broken window, tipped over desk chair.  Pulling out a gun, she walks through the home like a law enforcement officer would.  A dog toy startles her.  Looking in the dining room, her back door is opened.  Calling 9-1-1, the woman calls in the break in and says there has been a kidnapping.

Working in the firing range, Rountree has fired a lot of rounds.  Dozens and dozens of casings litter the floor.  Fatima arrives and starts talking to Rountree.  She gets mostly one-syllable, one word answers and mentions that to Rountree.  Rountree thinks that sounds like something the Admiral would say.  Fatima agrees.  Rountree asks if they have a case.  With Shyla working with them, Fatima is “steering clear of the cyber tower” (like that) so she doesn’t know.

Fatima asks Rountree if he wants to talk.  As someone who suffered a real trauma, she knows what it is like but Rountree is having none of it.  He’s put what happened behind him.  “I’m good.”  He tells her the incident is someone else’s “legal problem.”  Fatima thinks that’s fine but wonders why the firing range looks like “Assault on Precinct 13”.  Rountree is unfamiliar with the film.  Fatima asks if Rountree even had a television as a kid.  “Most of the time, no.”  Fatima wants to add it to the list of movies he should see.  Rountree is out on that plan.  Deeks made him watch “Hair” and sang every song.  “That was more traumatizing than ‘Get Out’.”  Fatima thinks Rountree will suffer a more traumatizing event if Kilbride sees the mess he made in the firing range.  Rountree goes to find a broom.

A jilted Callen walks into the bullpen.  Sam stood him up but is sitting in the office.  Callen is annoyed he was stood up because Sam arrived to the office early to get the Admiral’s parking spot.  Sam reminds Callen it is nobody’s parking spot but Callen thinks the Admiral does not share that opinion.  Sam has already apologized.  Callen feels Sam hates his driving.  “With every fiber of my being.”  

Callen thinks Sam did not go home that night.  Seems Sam keeping company with an Endocrinologist.  He’s also seeing a stunt woman and a bartender.  He’s not hooking up with any of them, calling Callen a “frat boy”.  Callen and Sam banter before Sam admits he’s selling the boat ($583,000).  Sam’s dad can’t live on his own anymore so Sam is buying a house so they can live together.  Sam has not told his father this so Callen thinks Sam’s doing thing backwards.  Callen asks about Sam’s father, who has “had better days.”  The senior Hanna won’t go in for any testing to see what’s wrong.  Sam calls him stubborn.  Callen thinks like father like son before offering to help.  Sam asks if his father could move in with Callen.

Shyla arrives in the bullpen with news that the Admiral would like to see Callen.  She notices the boat for sale and likes it.  After Sam makes a gentle pitch, Shyla tells him she’s a “city mouse” and is looking for a two-bedroom inland.

Arriving in the Admiral’s office, Callen is told his FOIA request was denied.  Callen is surprised that his private and personal inquiry wound up in the Admiral’s hands.  Asking why it was denied, Callen is told “use your imagination”.  Callen asks if the Admiral put a stop to his request but is told it is above the Admiral’s paygrade.  Reading the denial, Callen is annoyed the government is denying it because of National Security.  The Admiral knows about the Drona project but not to the extent that would provide Callen the answers he needs.  

Turning the NCIS business, the agency’s CYBER unit has been working around the clock on Katya’s deep fakes.  There is a now a “security perimeter” around Callen’s digital life so if Katya makes a move, CYBER can shut her down.  Finally, the Admiral wants Callen to see Nate later that day.  With all that is going on around Callen, the Admiral wants to make sure the team is working at peak performance.  Callen says he doesn’t need Nate for that.  The Admiral mentions Nate’s work with Hetty in Syria as a profiler.  With Deeks in court today, Sam can partner with Kensi and Callen can talk to Nate.  “Take as much time as you need.”  Callen is grateful.

In Ops, Fatima and Rountree join Shyla.  On the big screen is retired USMC Gunnery Sergeant Mary Smith, the woman whose home was broken into in the teaser.  Returning from the gym, she found recently retired Marine Master Sergeant Boomer Hayes was kidnapped.  Rountree thinks Boomer has to be a nickname, nobody is named Boomer (CBS Sports Boomer Esiason would disagree).  Putting up Boomer Hayes’s Marine ID on the big board, Boomer is a dog.  

Confused, Fatima isn’t sure why they are looking for missing pet.  Shyla explains Boomer is a MWD – a Military Working Dog.  Rountree thinks he’s being punked.  The arriving Admiral assures Rountree this is no joke.  The team will be looking for someone who kidnapped a Marine Corps Master Sergeant.  Sam and Kensi are about to talk to Mary Smith.  The Admiral wants Fatima and Rountree to check out the crime scene.

In the boatshed, Smith is talking about her relationship with Boomer.  The two worked together in the Marines.  When they both retired, Smith was allowed to adopt Boomer.  The two have worked for the LA  Sheriff’s Department for two years with some private sector jobs.  Smith thinks the MWDs are brilliant.  She also thinks her ex-boyfriend Dennis may be behind this.  Dennis was jealous of Boomer – they never bonded.  Trying not to worry or let her thoughts get away from her, Smith is still concerned.  Kensi asks if he would hurt the dog.  Smith knows of divorces where a fight over the family pet ends with the loser having the animal put down.  With Smith near tears, Sam promises that if Dennis has the dog, they will get Boomer back.

In Nate’s very Zen office, Callen is waiting because a Nate patient needs a pep talk to get on a plane.  Showing off the office, Nate asks what Callen thinks.  “It’s a lot nicer than your old broom closet at OSP.”  He compares the place to a day spa.   Nate likes that comparison.  He wants his patients to feel relaxed and safe.  Sitting, Nate asks how Callen is doing.  Since he’s doing well, very well, Callen is more interested in what Nate knows about Hetty.  Nate warns Callen as he well knows, he only knows what Hetty wants him to know.  Callen knows that.

Looking around Smith’s home, Rountree is figuring how the dognapers got in.  Cutting off the power wouldn’t stop Smith’s security system, which has back-up power.  They had to circumvent the alarm.  This is not a smash and grab thief.   Plus a highly trained “Master Sergeant” wouldn’t be easy to kidnap.  Rountree has an issue with calling the dog “Master Sergeant” but Fatima is only calling him by his rank.   Boomer would have protected the home unless he knew who was coming in and liked who was coming in.  

Rountree posits that some food tossed into the house with a sedative would make Boomer easier to handle.  That makes more sense – get in the house using the window near the desk in the living room but getting out with a sedated dog would be tough.  It would be easier to slide the 60-75 pound dog out the back door.  This would have be to a very strong dognaper or a two person job.  And there would also have to be a muzzle.  Nobody wants a trained military dog waking up mid-kidnapping.  Knowing when Smith arrived home, Fatima is going to backtrack vehicles in the area to see who took Boomer.

While Kensi questions Dennis in interrogation, Sam and Smith watch on the main room plasma TV.  Smith admits that Boomer not liking Dennis was proof he was a better judgement of character than she was.  Dennis explains that Boomer didn’t like him because he was a Taurus and Boomer was an Aries or maybe because he was sleeping with Smith, or maybe because he’s a dog who can’t walk on two feet.  Smith is outraged at what an idiot Dennis is – Boomer is a Sagittarius.  

Back in interrogation, Kensi pushes back, maybe Dennis was jealous of Boomer.  No.  He blames Mary for finding out he had a secret relationship with Boomer and killed him for it.  Sam is annoyed Dennis isn’t taking this seriously.  Smith tells him Dennis doesn’t take anything seriously.  Kensi thinks Dennis used the dog to get back at Smith for dumping him.  Dennis denies Smith dumped him.  Smith tells Sam she kicked him out and he knows it.  

Apologizing for his sarcasm, Dennis points out he is doing all this without a lawyer.  If NCIS is going to keep wasting his time and theirs by thinking he took Boomer, he’s lawyering up.  Kensi asks where is the dog.  Since he’s not “Ace Ventura, Pet Detective”, Dennis has no idea.  With Boomer is a retired MWD, he’s given all the benefits of being a Marine.  Dennis is tired of hearing about Marine Boomer.  Besides, if Boomer as was smart as everyone thought, he probably ran away.  Smith tells Sam that everyone who met Boomer, loved him.  “Except the criminals you’d catch.”

Reviewing the work done by Smith and Boomer, Shyla finds them to be a formidable team.  As a team, they’ve taken over $300-million worth of drugs off the streets.  The Admirals finds this a good reason to kidnap the dog.  Shyla disagrees – it is a good reason to kill the dog.  Poison Boomer, try a drive-by shooting.  With his training, Boomer could be used to get drugs from other criminals.  Shyla points out that so much of any military or law enforcement dog’s success has to do with their relationship with their handler, the Admiral agrees but the dognapers are not “geniuses who will find out the hard way that a Marine is not someone you want to tangle with whether he’s got two legs or four.”    

Sam and Kensi question Smith about her work with Boomer for the Sheriff’s Department.  By getting a lot of drugs off the street, Smith and Boomer cost a lot of criminals a lot of money.  “People have been killed for far less,” according to Sam.  Kensi tries to find a sunnier side – maybe he was just grabbed because he’s a beautiful dog and people steal expensive breeds.  Smith talks about maybe the dog being held for ransom when Sam gets a call from his dad (with the photo on Sam’s phone being the Marine’s logo).  

Taking the call in interrogation, Sam’s father says he got turned around and is lost.  Sam asks if his father is driving.  He’s not in the car now – he’s walking around.  Sam’s dad is lost with all the new construction around him.  He doesn’t recognized any of the new buildings.  Concerned, Sam asks where is Mrs. Ainsley.  Sam’s dad doesn’t know.  Tamping down his anger, Sam tells his father that Mrs. Ainsley is supposed to be with him.  Sam asks if his father has his keys.  After a few minutes, he found them.  Sam tells his father to find someplace to sit, he’ll get someone to him.  Sam’s dad is going to walk around and look for the car.  Sam wants him to stop talking and stop walking.  “Find a place to sit and stay put.”  Sam’s father is offended by Sam telling him to stop talking and hangs up.  Sam tries to call his father but is put to “The Major”’s voicemail.  Sam tells Kensi he’s going to Ops to find his father.  Kensi is fine handling the case.

Saying he got a cryptic message saying “The game’s afoot”, Nate is explaining his last communications with Hetty.  Callen thinks Sherlock Holmes for the quote but it is really “Henry V”.  Hetty is going after Al Kalmira but Nate hasn’t heard anything since.  Callen shares that Harris Keane was with Hetty and admitted he sent someone to look for Hetty.  Nate wants to know who but Callen goes with a general description of a burned spy.  He’d like Nate to call if Nate hears from Hetty again.

Switching subject, Nate asks about the deep fakes.  Callen doesn’t think they have anything to do with Hetty.  Nate doesn’t either but none of this is extra worry helps Callen.  Callen hasn’t heard anything for Katya since he got the film from the vault.  The deep fakes stopped around the same time.  While Callen thinks the film reels they found has something to do with finding her, he thinks they’ll have more luck if she slips up and they can track her down.  

Switching subjects again, Nate asks about the Drona project.  After a question or two, Nate admits the Admiral told him about it.  Callen realizes why he’s really been sent to see Nate.  Callen asks what happens if he walks out.  Nate thinks the Admiral will march him right back.  Callen brings up he has cases and a partner who relies on him.  Nate replies that everyone relies on Callen to operate at the best of his abilities.  

Reviewing the locals, Fatima is sure two of Smith’s neighbors are having an affair.  She jogs at the same time as another neighbor leaves the driveway.  She runs around the block, up an alley and into the neighbor’s house.  But there were no suspicious vehicles around the house.  Shyla is monitoring animal shelters in case the dognapers found Boomer too hard to handle.  Kensi arrives.  They ask about Sam.  Kensi fills them in – they all agree it sounds like Sam’s dad has Alzheimer’s.  They think it is tough for Sam.  

Going up to Ops, Kensi runs into Shyla, literally.  With Sam, she was able to find his dad but she’s racing to see the Admiral because she found a bounty on Boomer on the dark web.  $10,000 if he’s dead, $25,000 if he’s taken alive.  

The Admiral wants CYBER to start tracing who put up the Boomer bounty post.  He also is calling in a personal favor from NSA to get some of their people on it as well.  Kensi points out that finding who posted it doesn’t mean they found who took Boomer.  The Admiral agrees but it will give them the place where the dognapers would take Boomer.  

As Kensi makes her way back to the bullpen, Fatima calls her over.  Using doorbell footage, Fatima found a man pushing a shopping cart a block from Smith’s street.  They think this is how they got Boomer out of the area.  They need footage of Boomer being put into a vehicle.

Recalling what he did as part of the Drona project, Callen talks about flashes of memories, “slivers here and there.”   He admits he’s having a hard time figuring what was real and what wasn’t.  Nate tells Callen he spoke to some professional contacts about the project but just as with Callen’s FOIA request, “they threw this one in the vault.”  Callen asks about Kilbride.  Nate assures him that the Admiral is just looking out for the team.  Callen wants to know why he’s being sent to Nate and not the others.  The Admiral is worried about Callen.  Callen asks why and Nate tells the truth:  “He doesn’t want you melting down when you realize you’re the guinea pig of your adoptive mother – his words, not mine.”  Callen finds it harsh and asks what Nate thinks.  Nate thinks Callen deserves the truth of his existence.  

In Smith’s neighborhood, Fatima is having no luck finding video footage.  Either the neighbors are out or the ones who are home don’t have the doorbell cameras.  Rountree arrives with a plate of cookies.  An older neighbor insisted and according to Rountree, they are really good.  Rountree offers to share but Fatima thinks he should be doing more than eating cookies.  He has – cookie grandma turned over all the video from her surveillance system.

Going through the video, Shyla sees “the puppy poacher” load Boomer into the back of the SUV.  She tries to get a license plate number but only gets a few letters.  She holds a rather extended conversation with God, providing both sides.  Shyla thinks she’s got this.

Kensi is joined by Fatima and Rountree in an auto shop/warehouse area.  The owner of one of the auto shops may be the one who stole Boomer.  If Boomer has cost the drug dealers millions in business, his $25,000 bounty is a bargain.  Joseph Jones is the person of interest, who has more mug shots than the Kardashian has selfies.  His record is mostly for crimes of profit, not violence.  With no back-up except themselves, Kensi, Fatima and Rountree go in.

Walking into Ops, the Admiral is looking for a sit-rep.  Shyla provides it.  He asks if Shyla wishes she was with them.  “Sometimes,” she replies.  “Me too,” he agrees.

Kensi is going in alone through the back, Fatima and Rountree are at the frontgate.  Making her way through a wall of tires, Kensi gets into the auto shop’s work bay.  She asks for Joseph Jones and says “federal agents”.  He comes out with an acetylene torch as a weapon.  Enough with the federal agents.  

As Fatima and Rountree pick the lock to get in through the frontgate, Kensi is struggling with Jones.  The Admiral wants to know what is happening but Fatima gives him a “hang on a minute”.  Exasperated, the Admiral tells Shyla this is what he has to put up with working with the team.  When Jones gets the torch near Kensi, she is able to shut it off.  Fatima and Rountree arrive.  Fatima takes him down with the torch’s cord.  The Admiral asks if he’s hung on long enough.  He has.  Checking for Boomer, sadly, no dog.

Questioning Jones, who isn’t helping, Kensi and Fatima want to know where Boomer is.  Kensi explains he just attacked a federal agent.  He’s been part of the kidnapping of a Marine dog and if that dog dies, Jones will be charged with felony murder.  With his record, Jones is in a lot of trouble.  Rountree is checking out Jones’s house but he says he doesn’t know anything about the dog.  He’s unhappy they broke into his shop with guns.  Kensi threatens to turn the torch back on.  Jones asks Fatima if she heard Kensi’s threat.  Fatima tells Kensi to get some fresh air – she has things under control.  Jones calls Kensi high-strung as she leaves.  Fatima barks “shut up” which Jones thinks is rude.

On the phone with Shyla, Kensi is told there are no big deposits in Jones’s bank account.  Kensi tells Shyla it would be an all-cash deal.  Checking his cell activity, Shyla can’t really use it.  Rountree found some guns, drugs and cash at Jones’s home. While she’s checking the GPS in the vehicles on the lot to see if they can trace where Jones was that day, Kensi wants Rountree to check the cash for fingerprints – the prints may be from the person who put up the bounty.  She sends the GPS files to Ops.

In Jones’s house, Rountree found a package for a dog muzzle, an odd purchase for a man who doesn’t own a dog.  Rountree has some prints and he hopes they aren’t from a bank teller.  The prints belong to a Brian Miller, who is likely muscle for whoever put up the bounty.  Miller has a record of animal cruelty – dog fighting.  Kensi wants Shyla to cross-reference any drug gangs with ties to dog fighting.  Using the GPS locations from Jones’s dognapping SUV, see what gangs are in that area.  Kensi wouldn’t mind getting Callen back in the field when Rountree returns to the auto shop.

While Nate is explaining repressed memories, Callen’s phone rings.  Nate asks if everything is alright.  It isn’t so duty calls.  Callen asks if Nate can help him with repressed memories.  “I can certainly try.”  But “some memories are forgotten for a reason.”  

Driving, Fatima asks a texting Rountree if everything is OK.  He’s texting his sister.  Fatima asks if Jordyn is talking to someone – a counselor.  Rountree isn’t sure.  Fatima thinks if Jordyn knew Rountree was seeing someone, maybe she’d do the same.  Shyla calls.  A gang called “The Ghost Soldiers” run by Nick Reed has been taking some major risks and making big money running drugs for the cartels.  Smith and Boomer have done serious damage to the gang’s business.  The gang is involved in a lot of bad things including dog fights.  They paid to have Boomer kidnapped to get him off the streets to they can fight him.

Callen joins Kensi, Fatima and Rountree outside Reed’s house.  A REACT team is nearby and Kensi has a plan.  Backing the Audi into the vehicle outside of Reed’s house, Kensi causes some major damage.  Pretending to be knocked out by putting her head on the horn, Kensi waits for Reed to come out of the house.  He does, furious that Kensi wrecked his truck.  Callen tells Fatima and Rountree to go into the house.

Kensi is about to call the police, it’s her fault, but Reed doesn’t want her to.  As Fatima and Rountree look through the house, Kensi really pushes for calling the police.  Reed makes it clear – no police.  

Fatima and Rountree come across a meth lab inside the house.  Fatima gets one guy in the lab but Rountree has a runner.  Reed and Miller want Kensi to get out of the car but she’s playing scared.  As they argue, Rountree and his runner come flying out the house’s front window.  That gets Reed and Miller’s attention.  Guns drawn, Callen and Kensi yell federal agents with Callen adding that now would be the time to make smart decisions.  Dropping their guns, Reed and Miller make a smart decision.

The Miller backyard is full of angry, caged or chained dogs.  Master Sergeant Boomer Hayes is found alone in back.  Fatima asks “Are you ready to go home Marine?”

Kensi is waiting in the boatshed with Boomer.  Smith comes running in and the two are happily reunited.  Smith knows people think it is strange she’s so tight with Boomer but Kensi thinks it’s great.  “In fact, I married my furry partner, though he’s more of a mutt.”  She tells Smith it is more of an inside joke.  

In the office, Rountree asks Fatima if he could talk to Nate about what happened.  Fatima tells him that’s what Nate is for.  Callen joins them, complimenting them on their work in the case.  Walking to the bullpen, Callen asks Sam about what happened with his dad.  The senior Hanna drove to the grocery store, forgot he took the car and started to walk home.  He got lost on the way.  Callen and Sam are both sad about the story.  Callen asks Sam if he think he should get a dog.  Sam doesn’t see Callen as a dog person – he never owned a dog.  Callen doesn’t see himself as a cat person.  Sam thinks Callen should think small.  Maybe a goldfish, sea monkeys – “baby steps, G, baby steps.”  

What head canon can be formed from here:  We had Smith the dog handler versus Jones the dog thief – very common name battle today.  Do wonder if Boomer was named after Daniela Ruah’s annual Super Bowl’s Greatest Commercials co-star.

It looked like a lot of people were out (Deeks) or only available with limited scenes (Callen and Sam).  Kensi worked well with the newer team members.  The case of the week was another evergreen story – the side stuff with Sam and his father, Callen and his past are all about this season but the bones of this episode and about 90% of the dialogue around the case could work in season two.

They did a good job not making the effects of Rountree being racially profiled not a one and done event.  

Episode number:  This is episode 296 overall and season 13’s 16th episode.

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Embrace Adventure with Hippie Cargo Pants and Hippie Patchwork Pants

Hippie cargo pants and hippie patchwork pants are essential pieces for those who value comfort, functionality, and a touch of bohemian flair in their wardrobe. Both styles reflect the free-spirited ethos of the hippie movement while providing versatility and practicality for everyday adventures.

Hippie Cargo Pants: Practical and Stylish

Hippie Cargo Pants are characterized by their relaxed fit and multiple pockets, making them perfect for those who lead an active lifestyle. These pants often feature durable materials such as cotton or a cotton-blend, ensuring both comfort and longevity. The additional pockets are not just a fashion statement; they provide a practical solution for carrying essentials like keys, phones, or small tools, ideal for artists, travelers, or anyone who enjoys being on the go.

The design of cargo pants allows for easy movement, making them suitable for various activities—whether you’re hiking in nature, exploring a bustling market, or attending a music festival. Pair them with a simple tee or a flowing blouse for a laid-back look, or layer with a denim jacket for added style. The versatility of hippie cargo pants means they can transition seamlessly from day to night, making them a staple in any bohemian wardrobe.

Hippie Patchwork Pants: A Canvas of Creativity

Hippie Patchwork Pants are a vibrant expression of individuality and creativity. These unique pants are crafted from an array of fabric pieces, often featuring eclectic prints, textures, and colors sewn together in artistic patterns.Each pair tells a story, reflecting the artistry of its maker and the personality of the wearer.

The relaxed fit of patchwork pants allows for freedom of movement, making them comfortable for all-day wear. Whether you’re dancing at a festival or lounging at home, these pants provide the perfect blend of style and comfort. Their eye-catching designs can easily be paired with solid-colored tops, allowing the pants to take center stage in your outfit. Add accessories like bohemian jewelry and sandals to complete the look.

Caring for Your Cargo and Patchwork Pants

To keep your hippie cargo and patchwork pants looking their best, proper care is essential. Most are made from natural fabrics, so washing in cold water and air drying is recommended to prevent shrinking and fading. Avoid using bleach or harsh detergents that can compromise the integrity of the fabrics and colors.

Conclusion

Hippie cargo pants and hippie patchwork pants offer a unique combination of comfort, functionality, and creative expression. Whether you’re drawn to the practicality of cargo pants or the vibrant artistry of patchwork styles, both provide the freedom to express your individuality. Embrace these versatile garments in your wardrobe and let your fashion reflect the adventurous spirit of the hippie lifestyle. Step out in style, and celebrate the journey of self-discovery through your clothing choices!

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INTRODUCING: WILLA DARLING

Full Name: Willa Mae Darling

Birthdate: June 6th, 1997

Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

Eye Color: Brown

Species: Human

Family: Wendy Darling (Mother), Edward Darling (Father), Jane Darling (Older Sister), Danny Darling (Older Brother), George Darling (Maternal Grandfather), Mary Darling (Maternal Grandmother), John Darling (Maternal Uncle), Michael Darling (Maternal Uncle)

Love Interest: Petra Müller

Friends: Greer Grimm, Tee Wiley, Ben Beast, Lonnie Shang, Jane Godmother

Likes: Tea, ballet, reading, dresses, shoes, teddy bears, traveling, sweets, gum, the color blue, mystery movies and stories, dogs

Dislikes: Half-assed jobs, lazy looks, doing nothing, aggressive people, liars

Phobias: Spiders

Style: Wears a lot of beautiful and adequate dresses, dress shoes or heels, bows in her hair or headbands, hair is always perfectly styled, wears a lot of jewelry but always a specific ring she got from her mother

Speech: English accent, her voice is not as soft as you may think, tries to curse but is no good at it, very authoritative voice

Physical Quirks/Scars: Has a permanent scar on her knees from having to get surgery after breaking it

Personality: Head-strong, perfectionist, great networker, leader, kind, refined, nurturing, hard worker, adventurous, fashionista, animal lover

Background: Born and raised in London, Wendy enjoyed the perks of being her mother's youngest daughter and hearing all the stories about Peter Pan from her. She enjoyed being spoiled by her parents and having the freedom to go where she wanted. That changed when Willa became a little too adventurous and a little too intent on running around the city. Wendy, fearing that one day she might wake up to find her daughter missing, has Willa attend Auradon Prep to ensure her stay in one place. Auradon Prep is a lot more closed-off from the world and Willa finds herself taking on any kind of activity she is allowed, mainly ballet and student council duties. Suddenly, there is a whole new world for Willa to take by storm. A whole new host of people to impress. But the perfectionist tendencies Willa has grown into over the years are starting to wear her down and she is just about to throw it all away when a new girl arrives at the school. She is mysterious, fun, and beautiful - the perfect final challenge for Willa to overcome. Well, if it weren't for Peter Pan and the revelations about him that come with the arrival of a group of Lost Boys looking for revenge.

Faceclaim: Ella Purnell

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs ​ @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @kentaroranda @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @far-shores @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe

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How to Choose the Perfect Big Brother Tee Shirt for You

Welcoming a new sibling into the family is an exciting time, and what better way to celebrate than by making the older sibling feel special with a big brother tee shirt? Whether it’s for a family photo, a baby shower, or simply as a gift to mark this important moment, a big brother tee can help your little guy feel included and proud of his new role.

We know how important it is to find a shirt that’s not only stylish but also meaningful. In this guide, we’ll walk you through everything you need to know about choosing the perfect Big Brother tee shirt for your child.

Why Choose a Big Brother Tee Shirt?

Before we dive into the specifics of choosing the perfect tee, it’s important to understand the significance of a Big Brother tee shirt. Becoming a big brother is a major milestone for any child, and it can often bring a mix of emotions—excitement, pride, and even a little uncertainty.

A big brother tee shirt serves as a fun and loving way to help your older child embrace his new role. It makes him feel special and acknowledges the importance of his position in the family. Plus, it’s a wonderful keepsake that will remind him of this exciting time for years to come.

Key Factors to Consider When Choosing a Big Brother Tee Shirt

When selecting a big brother tee shirt, it’s not just about picking the first one you see. There are several important factors to keep in mind to ensure that the shirt is the right fit for your child and reflects his personality.

1. Comfort Is Key

First and foremost, comfort should be your top priority when selecting a big brother tee shirt. Children are active and constantly moving, so you’ll want to make sure that the tee you choose is made from soft, breathable materials. At Twinkle Toes & Clothes, we prioritize high-quality fabrics like cotton that are gentle on the skin and provide all-day comfort.

Check the fit, too. Make sure the tee isn’t too tight or too loose, as this could cause discomfort and make it less likely for your child to want to wear it regularly. Opt for shirts that allow freedom of movement without sacrificing style.

2. Style and Design Matter

Big brother tee shirts come in a variety of styles, and choosing the right design can make all the difference in how much your child loves his new shirt. Think about your child’s personality and preferences. Does he love bright colors, bold graphics, or more understated designs?

At Twinkle Toes & Clothes, we offer a wide selection of big brother tee shirts, from classic text-based designs that say "Big Brother" to fun graphics featuring animals, superheroes, or other favorite characters. You can choose a design that resonates with your child’s unique personality, ensuring he’ll wear it with pride.

3. Consider the Message

The wording on the tee can vary, from a simple "Big Brother" to more elaborate phrases like "Promoted to Big Brother" or "Super Big Brother." The message you choose should reflect the tone you want to set for your child’s new role.

For younger children, a cute or playful phrase can make the transition to big brotherhood feel light and fun. For older kids, a cool and confident design may resonate more. Twinkle Toes & Clothes offers options that cater to both ends of the spectrum, helping you find the perfect message for your child.

4. Size and Fit

It’s crucial to select the right size for your child’s big brother tee shirt. Kids grow fast, so you’ll want to choose a size that fits well now but also allows for some room to grow. At Twinkle Toes & Clothes, our big brother tee shirts come in sizes ranging from newborn to young tween (up to size 14/16), ensuring you can find the perfect fit for any age.

When selecting a size, take your child’s height and weight into consideration. Many websites, including ours, provide size charts to help you make an informed decision. Avoid tees that are too small or overly baggy, as they may not be comfortable or flattering.

5. Seasonal Considerations

Another factor to keep in mind when selecting a big brother tee shirt online is the season. If your child will be wearing the tee in the warmer months, look for short-sleeved options in light, breathable fabrics. For colder months, consider a long-sleeved tee or even layering options like a hoodie.

At Twinkle Toes & Clothes, we carry big brother tee shirts for every season, so whether you’re shopping for summer or winter, we have you covered.

Fun Ways to Style Big Brother Tee Shirts

Once you’ve found the perfect big brother tee shirt, the fun doesn’t stop there! Here are a few creative ways to style it for various occasions:

1. Casual Day Outfits

A big brother tee shirt is perfect for casual outings like trips to the park, running errands, or playdates with friends. Pair the tee with comfy jeans or shorts and your child’s favorite sneakers for a relaxed yet stylish look.

2. Special Events

For special occasions like family photos or baby showers, you can elevate your child’s big brother tee by pairing it with chinos or dress pants and some stylish shoes. Add a cardigan or denim jacket for a polished look that’s still playful and kid-friendly.

3. Matching Family Outfits

Want to make a statement with your family’s outfits? Consider coordinating your child’s big brother tee shirt with matching or complementary outfits for the rest of the family. You can find "little sister" or "little brother" tees for the new baby, and parents can join in with matching colors or styles.

At Twinkle Toes & Clothes, we carry a variety of sibling tees that are perfect for creating adorable matching family looks. It’s a great way to celebrate your growing family and create picture-perfect memories.

Why Choose Twinkle Toes & Clothes for Your Big Brother Tee Shirt?

When it comes to finding the perfect big brother tee shirt, you want to shop at a store that understands the importance of quality, style, and comfort. At Twinkle Toes & Clothes, we pride ourselves on offering a curated selection of children’s clothing that combines the latest trends with timeless styles.

1. High-Quality Fabrics

All of our big brother tee shirts are made from high-quality materials that are soft, durable, and perfect for active kids. We believe that comfort shouldn’t be sacrificed for style, and our tees are designed to keep your child feeling great all day long.

2. Trendy and Classic Designs

From modern, trendy graphics to classic designs that never go out of style, our collection of Big Brother tee shirts has something for every personality. We carefully select each item to ensure that it meets our high standards of fashion and quality.

3. Excellent Customer Service

As a mama-owned boutique, we understand the importance of personalized customer service. At Twinkle Toes & Clothes, we’re here to help you find the perfect items for your little one and ensure that your shopping experience is both enjoyable and hassle-free.

Conclusion

Choosing the perfect big brother tee shirt is about more than just finding a cute design—it’s about celebrating your child’s new role and helping him feel special during this exciting time. With a wide variety of options in terms of comfort, style, and personalization, Twinkle Toes & Clothes has everything you need to find the ideal tee for your little one.

Whether you’re looking for a fun graphic tee, a classic big brother design, or something that can be dressed up for special occasions, we’re here to help. Contact us at Twinkle Toes & Clothes today and shop our selection of big brother tee shirts to make your little guy’s big brother journey even more memorable!

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Why Every Young Girl Needs a Comfortable Training Bra?

As girls grow and enter their pre-teen and teenage years, their bodies undergo significant changes. One of the milestones in this journey is the transition to wearing a training bra. While this may seem like a small step, selecting the right training bra can play a crucial role in a young girl's comfort, confidence, and overall well-being. At Mackly, we understand the importance of providing high-quality, comfortable training bras that cater to the unique needs of growing girls. Here’s why every young girl needs a comfortable training bra.

Support During Development : During the early stages of development, girls experience growth spurts that can lead to physical discomfort. A well-fitted training bra provides essential support, helping to alleviate any discomfort associated with growing breasts. The right training bra can help minimize movement and provide gentle support as her body changes, allowing her to engage in daily activities with confidence.

Boosting Confidence and Comfort : The transition to wearing a training bra can be an emotional milestone for young girls. It represents a new phase in their lives and can significantly impact their self-esteem. A comfortable training bra can help young girls feel more confident in their bodies, making them less self-conscious about changes they may be experiencing. By choosing a training bra that fits well and feels good, girls can embrace their growth journey with positivity.

Promoting Healthy Habits : Introducing a training bra at the right time encourages girls to prioritize their comfort and well-being. It teaches them the importance of wearing the right undergarments as they grow older, instilling good habits for the future. Choosing comfortable and well-fitting bras can set the foundation for healthy choices regarding body care and personal hygiene as they transition into adulthood.

Versatility for Daily Activities : Mackly's collection of training bras is designed with versatility in mind. These bras can easily be worn under various outfits, from casual tees to activewear, making them suitable for any occasion. Whether your daughter is playing sports, attending school, or simply hanging out with friends, a comfortable training bra provides the support she needs to move freely and confidently throughout her day.

Every young girl deserves to feel comfortable and confident during her journey of growth. Investing in a quality training bra is an essential step that can positively influence her experience as she navigates the changes of adolescence. At Mackly, we offer a collection of training bras designed with comfort, support, and style in mind, ensuring that every young girl can find the perfect fit for her needs. Help your daughter embrace her growth with confidence—explore our training bra collection today! Discover the girl's trainer bra or girl’s tube bra at Mackly and elevate your everyday wear with comfort for your daily use.

Girl Trainer Bra From Mackly Wardrobe :

Below are some of the girl's trainer bra or girl’s tube bra you should not miss out from the mackly wardrobe  :

Girls Trainer Bra, Black/White :

Introducing the Basics 4 Solid Trainer Bra in classic black and white from Mackly—a perfect blend of comfort and style for your growing girl. Crafted from soft, breathable fabric, this trainer bra is designed to provide gentle support during those crucial developmental years. The stretchy material ensures a snug yet comfortable fit, allowing for freedom of movement in all activities, whether at school or play. With its sleek design and versatile colors, this trainer bra is a wardrobe essential that pairs seamlessly with any outfit. Give your daughter the comfort and confidence she deserves with the Basics 4 Solid Trainer Bra! If you looking out to purchase a these girls trainer bra then you can find these online at girls trainer bra

Trainer Bra , Nude :

Discover the perfect blend of comfort and practicality with the Basics 4 Trainer Bra in nude from Mackly. Designed specifically for young girls, this trainer bra is made from soft, breathable fabric that provides gentle support as they transition into this new phase of life. The seamless design ensures a smooth fit under clothing, making it ideal for everyday wear. With its nude color, this bra offers versatility, allowing it to be worn discreetly under any outfit. Give your daughter the confidence she needs with the Basics 4 Trainer Bra—where comfort meets style! If you looking out to purchase a these girls trainer bra then you can find these online at girls trainer bra

Apart from the above boys innerwear, girls tube bra or girls tube bra. There are many other clothing related to innerwear for girls, boys boxers you can explore. If you are looking out to purchase such clothing then you can check it out at Mackly which is a one-stop solution for such comfortable yet stylish clothing. You can check out the entire collection of the same at their website.

To know more: https://mackly.com/collections/training-bra-for-kids

[shannonsamuel]

Week 04+5 - Analysing Artistic Traditions and Lineages

Note down important personal discoveries from today’s tutorial, with relevance to the topic and key phrases. Document evidence of your class activity, and reflect further: What would you have done differently? What other references are noteworthy? How can you apply the lessons learned? 

For week 4’s lesson we were asked to go to the Singapore National Gallery. We headed there and took pictures of the artworks, most of which were made in the 1900s. We were specifically told to look out for a painting called National Language Class (1959) by Chua Mia Tee. The painting shows a classroom with students of various ethnicities learning the Malay language, which was then the official national language. During this period, all Singaporeans, including Chinese and Indian communities, were required to learn Malay. I feel that even though this initiative by the Singapore government aimed to establish a national identity to unite the nation and make them feel like one, it could’ve made the Chinese and Indians amongst Singapore feel like they were unwelcome.

During our week 5 class activity, we were then told to look at art pieces that had contextually interesting information. It could also have some historical significance behind them. The three artworks that were mentioned were The Chinese Puppet Theatre, Chinese Ink and Colour on paper, and Montien and SAM’s performance art relic. In the first artwork, “The woodblock series can be seen as a documentation of the vanishing trades and cultural practice in a rapidly developing nation.” That also shows the form of art being taken into today’s society as lino is still a method of art that is being used until today. Moreover, the 2D perspective of Chinese art is showing the contrast between that and European art. We then looked at the last art piece which shows two weighing scales. One upright and the other one upside down. We thought that it was referencing the state of today’s society. The weighing scales referencing how people judge art, especially in art institutions where people judge freely. The difference between the two weighing scales in my opinion is the freedom of space that people have to judge.

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Samuel, Shannon. Class slides and documentation of the painting by Chua Mia Tee, National Language Class. Accessed 10 September 2024.

Samuel, Shannon. Class slides activity where we looked at other art works and analysed them . Accessed 10 September 2024.