#I really could go for some peppermint patties

[dykeseesgod]

none of the dog sees god characters are popular theyre all weirdo loser freaks no one likes but the majority of them are too self centered to even realize this. my reasoning 👇 (ITS REALLY LONG AND THERE ARE MULTIPLE IMAGES. WARNING)

ok this has kinda like always been how i interpreted things and then i looked literally anywhere else where people are talking about dog sees god and all the summaries are like pigpen and charlie brown and peppermint patty and marcie are COOL and POPULAR and BULLY the UNDERLING that is SCHROEDER. and that just like. doesnt feel right? like narratively that feels incorrect so im going to explain this now.

first ok. so this is also like a completely separate pet peeve of mine but the text literally never says that cb and matt play football like literally every single fucking source everywhere says. like matts page on the villains wiki says one of his hobbies is playing football and like. no???? they never???? say that????? like ok. we know their school HAS a football team (beethoven mentions it in the vipers nest) and we know cb and matt play SOME sport (matt mentions that they "shower together after practice" in the hangover) but the connection is never explicitly drawn between the two. in FACT beethovens line about the football team (below)

kind of like. goes against the idea that cb and matt are on the football team??? like hes talking to cb here i feel like if beethoven were to mention even sarcastically ogling a group that cb is apart of hed make some kind of comment about it. like this is before their whole thing gets resolved theyre still fighting when he says this line it would make complete sense for cb to say something about this. and like ok its peanuts right like just reminding everyone that its peanuts. you know what sport it would make more sense that charlie fucking brown plays like you know what sport it would seem logical for him to play oh i dont know fucking BASEBALL????? im realizing now that this is like a lot less relevant to my original idea than i thought but i still want to keep it here. i think its just kinda like. its not canon that theyre super popular stars of the football team for all we know they could be playing fucking tennis the fact that they play A Sport doesnt make them well liked. also it literally never says at any point that theyre even good even if they are on the football team they could be the worst players we dont fucking know!!! need i remind you of charlie browns only* experience with football

*besides youre in the super bowl charlie brown but that specials bad so were ignoring it. and its not like he was good at football in that either

and if you buy into the idea that they play baseball (which you should baseball is such an integral part of peanuts it makes the most sense) charlie brown (and pigpen for what its worth. also like everyone else too) is DOGSHIT at baseball like its an entire decades long running joke how fucking awful they are at baseball. "maybe he practiced and got better" hes terrible to his bones practice does nothing. heart

ok onto more substantial points. so if you buy into the interpretation that their childhood was just literally normal peanuts (which you should because its very funny) then you can assume that these guys have all known eachother since elementary school (and even if you dont there are multiple lines that reference them being friends as kids so point still stands). but also by virtue of dsg being a peanuts parody and a lot of the comedy just coming from "haha that s like from the comic strip :)" (I WILL TALK ABOUT THE INHERENT TRAGEDY OF THIS LATER) besides like. one guy. every single character mentioned is an established peanuts character. and like idk about you but my highschool is a LOT bigger than my elementary school. like. there are substantially more people there. what im trying to say that while not impossible it is fucking WEIRD to have a decently sized friendgroup that has not changed the slightest bit in almost a decade. what im getting at is these bitches are INSULAR!!!!!!!! they are extremely hyperfocused on an only think about people from their childhoods. i will get back to this

LETS TALK ABOUT SALISBURY STEAK CAN WE TALK ABOUT SALISBURY STEAK PLEASE GOD MAC IVE BEEN DYING TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SALISBURY STEAK ALL DAY ok so this scene. woof. ok. this is where the majority of my reasoning for this comes from. first, i want to draw attention to the fact that frieda, the girl that tricia and marcy make fun of so frequently, is another goddamn peanuts character. and so another elementary school friend. it just doesnt end with these bitches do you think about anything else!!!!!!

if tricia and marcy had any kind of actual social standing, them constantly gossiping and shittalking frieda would matter to her. being so constantly and relentlessly made fun of by popular people would have an impact (hi yes i know youre thinking of beethoven ignore him for now were gonna come back to him). but it doesnt! frieda doesnt care about what tricia and marcy think of her, why would she? theyre just those two girls from elementary school who are angry all the time. friedas on the outside, shes not apart of this. the only student mentioned thats not a peanuts character? thats her boyfriend. she is the only window into the world of normalcy

THIS^^ THIS RIGHT HERE IS THE LINE THAT GAVE ME THIS WHOLE IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE. im fairly certain the purpose of this line is to place doubt in our minds on whether or not what we assumed the entire play is actually true. which its not!!! of course this isnt the cool table, all these people do is argue an gossip an stew in their own misery!!!!

ummmm lighting round of things that support my point. if they really were these ultimate cool all powerful popular kids why the hell are they still friends with van. van is a burnout stoner with a sister in an psych ward. considering the things they pounce on to make fun of, this is MORE than enough to completely open fire. but theyre not gonnaaaaa because theyre in the same boat as him!!!!! van and them are on the same level of popularity!!!!!! ummalso THE PARTY the party. the only other guests mentioned to be at this party are franklin (another peanuts character, another childhood friend) and fucking RERUN ? in the comics rerun is established to be MUCH younger than the main cast, even younger than sally, who is mostly shown to be in kindergarten, meaning hed be in middle school at the MOST. and its not like this is a party at vans house and his brother just happens to be there NO!!! THIS IS MARCYS PARTY HE BROUGHT RERUN WITH HIM LITERALLY WHY IS RERUN THERE. THIS PARTY FUCKING SUCKS I KNOW IT IN MY SOUL.

were coming back to beethoven now the thing is that hes in the exact same boat as everyone else. while we do know that its not just the main cast that are outwardly homophobic ("i only got called a queer 3 times ^_^!") it is consistently shown that the main perpetrators are the main cast, much more so than anyone else. beethoven posits that the only reason cb only got called queer is because everyones scared hell beat them up, but i do think its worth considering that the main cast are the only ones who would ever enact actual violence. beethoven is in the same situation, but moreso by force than by choice. hes forced to relive reminders of traumatic childhood events and forced to cling to the past BECAUSE the people that target him used to be his friends. theres a reason they were the only people in peer counseling.

like i said, there is a certain tragedy that comes with dsg being a peanuts parody. its because of the referential comedy that bert royal created a cast of characters so self centered and so hung up on the past that theyre still extremely fixated on the kinds of people they were and the drama they had and their feelings about eachother from when they were literally fucking 8 years old. and isnt that jsut so much more thematically interesting than "oohh popular kid bully gay unpopular kid ooohhhh" theyre all unreliable narrators!!!!!!!! theyre all sick freaks and everyone knows it!!!!!!!! there is no possible justification for their actions, theyre hypocrites plain and simple.

or maybe im reading into everything too much idk its 1 am im talking about the fucking peanuts yaoi fag play. bye

[cloroxcasserole]

ESCAPE THE CAVE THE KILLER‼️

I didn’t do that much research for this, but I had a LOT of fun and accidentally included some bunny doll (but Jax immediately died so) and jesteribbons which I don’t ship. Like at all.

Word count: 1633

summary: Caine sends them on an adventure, where they all need to pair up to find their way out of the cave. These end up being Pomni and Gangle, Zooble and kinger, and Jax and Ragatha. Jax picks up a little boulder the size of a big boulder. Bro thinks he can lift

“GOOD MORNING MY LITTLE TIDDLYWINX TURTLETOVS!!”

Zooble, who wasn’t planning on going on today’s adventure, but was reconsidering just to get away from the consequences of whatever that guy was going through, replied “Please never say that ever again.. I feel like a white person when the function lacks cantaloupe.””The disrespect, Zooble.. I feel like I’m an old Victorian woman with the bubonic plague who has to support her own family because her husband died but got burnt at the stake because she knew 1+1”he paused “and my 10 children had it too”

“What the f%@& did I just walk into?” Pomni, who was the last one to arrive in the main room of the circus , felt like Caine saying a whole sentence with no screaming should be outlawed because of how little he did that. “The COMMONWEALTH Pomni!”.” She rubbed in between her eyes in annoyance. “It’s the common area Caine.” “Ah yes, the COMMON ARENA!!” “Oh my god.. just tell us what we’re wasting our time on today.”

“It is not a waste of time pomni!! It’s.. YOUR CHANCE TO BE A BIG SHOT!!!1!!11.. oh wait wrong adventure…” he changed the letters in the previous title to be more accurate “THIS THING!!” As Jax and Ragatha were back from what they was previously doing (Jax threw Ragatha into the digital lake™️) he overheard their exchange “Yeah it does seem lazy.. and a waste of time” (local jester claims “I just said that..”)”So I’m the most right here honestly” (local jester emphasizes “I literally JUST said that”) “Nobody asked York peppermint patty”

“NOW GO ESCAPE THE CAVE THE KILLER SKEDADDLE‼️” Caine exclaimed as he shoved the cast through the portal to the cave the killer (you know those Roblox games like “escape the Jeff the killer”? That except the cave is just a cave. Yes very creative I know)

“Come on guys, Caine’s really trying..” Ragatha tried to improve the morale “and failing, but hey! It’s the thought that counts!”. Jax rolled his eyes (Thank the invention of the wheel) “keyword, failing. How the hell are we gonna find anything, let alone the exit because of how DARK it is down here? No thought was put into this. I rest my case” “Well.. maybe if we split up-“ gangle started quietly, to her detriment Jax was the only one to hear “Aha!! I know, we split up!”. “Jax that was my idea.” “Oh it was? Oh boo-hoo you said something literally everyone in this situation would and I ‘copied’ your oh so original idea? Poor you!” He paused to give her a chance to respond “that’s what I thought. So who’s with who

Pomni threw herself at gangle, because she was the first one she saw, and she’d rather abstract than get stuck with Jax. “I’m with gangle..” Gangle sighed out of relief Jax hadn’t claimed that first. Zooble grabbed the first person they could find, which was kinger, but still better than Jax. “Well looks like you’re with me rags~”he grabbed her hand and started walking off with her “now let’s get way from these losers” (Let’s have a moment of silence for Ragatha guys)

“So! This is a great time to you know, converse, get to know each other and… yeah!” Ragatha didn’t want this to be a boring endeavor where they just walked until they felt like their feet were falling off. “About what?” “Oh you know.. life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” (Local rag doll confesses “talking to him makes me want to fight somebody”)

Meanwhile, pomni and gangle were finally having a moment to talk as well. Except nobody was feeling murderous here. “So.. how are you adjusting? I hope Jax isn’t getting on your nerves too bad.” “Oh I’m.. adjusting fine. And he is.. which is a given. Not sure why you’d ask that” Pomni was actually kind of interested in finding out what gangle was like with the comedy mask, was she scary? Is that why Jax always wanted to break it? “Anyway, how about we talk about something else? We shouldn’t let him have that big an effect on us. That’s what he wants.” Gangle agreed “How about what’s under your hat?” “ I can’t really take this off. Really gets on my nerves. Especially because nobody, not even Ragatha, takes me seriously most of the time.” “Oh.. well I do. You actually seem pretty cool. I would’ve wanted to pair up with you even if the alternative wasn’t… him.” “I don’t really know how to respond but.. thanks?” “Well it’s true! I really do want to get to know you better.”(Jesteribbons CANON potion at 3AM??NOT CLICKBAIT)

(You know the drill. Kinger and Zooble get to make an appearance now. Then we get into what I really made this fic for)

Zooble didn’t really know what to talk about.. to kinger specifically. He was kind of out of it most of the time. Maybe he’d respond if they tried to ask about what kinds of bugs he liked? Ugh, no. Even if that did work as a conversation starter then he’d just scream. Caves echo. They weren’t in rhe mood to hear that right now, but it was kind of boring just walking. “So kinger-“ “Oh hi Zooble! I didn’t see you there!” “Uh.. I was right here but.. what stuff do you like doing? I-“ “Oh I like watching bugs! Did you know that mimicry works as both a repellent for predators and to attract prey? The rosy maple moth uses its bright and unusual pink and yellow antennae and fluff to convince predators that it’s poisonous! Fascinating how life evolves like that!” “Oh boy..”

“Ladies first~”Jax said, picking up an almost cartoonishly large rock to open up a door way. “You’re not gonna drop that on me are you?” She walked through the doorway as he was replying, just to make sure that he wouldn’t. “Who me?” He lowered an arm to wave off her concern,“I’d-“ CRUNCH! BOIOIOIOIOIOINGGG which was a mistake.

Ragatha almost didn’t want to turn around, assuming it was just a prank. She continued walking until she heard him..crying? Weird.. that sure wasn’t on her bingo card for today. It sounded like it was about to evolve into a sob “Rags… I” he paused to take a deep, shaky breath”I could really use your help right about now”

Preparing herself for what she was gonna see, she turned around. She hadn’t prepared herself enough apparently, because she staggered back as she saw that his lower half had been completely crushed by the rock. She KNEW it was bad idea! At least they can’t die here, at least not by normal means, right?

“Are you okay?!?” She exclaimed, she knew damn well he wasn’t okay, but it just kind of slipped out. “Of course, I’m positively dandy! I’M @&$#ING DYING HERE??? OBVIOUSLY I’M..” he paused, still hoping this was a dream“I’M OBVIOUSLY NOT OKAY!” “No.. no you’re not dying you’re gonna be fine! We just need to go get Caine and you’ll.. you’re not gonna die!” She knew that probably wasn’t true, and most people in the circus would probably love that, but despite how rude he’s always been she didn’t want to add insult to injury, that insult being confirmation that he wasn’t going to be okay.

“So…? When ya gonna go get him?” Jax had realized that she was just staring off into space. “Uh 15 minutes!” She actually enjoyed horror movies a lot, which lead her to do quite a bit of research in this area. That’s how she knew he was gonna be gone before then. She didn’t want to be pretending to look for him when that happens, then he would die alone. “Why? That’s.. that’s ugh.. I forgot” “Oh just.. you know?” “No, I really don’t… and I’m startin to think you’re just trying to make me feel better by saying I’m fine. Because you can’t gaslight gatekeep girlboss your way outta this one instead of actually admitting something is wrong for once.”

There was silence. It felt way too long, the only thing that motivated Ragatha to break it was the fact that she was running out of time to tell him. She could just leave, or not talk to him until she couldn’t, but he didn’t deserve that. No one did. “Well.. I just didn’t want you to worry.” She fidgeted with her hands, almost like she was embarrassed to admit it. “Oh doll, you have no idea how much I want to scream right now, so it’d be an understatement to say that I’m worried. My point is, you’re not doing to good of a job. So maybe people will like you more if ya stop being so nice. Just.. being 100%.” She wanted to tell him to never say that again but, he probably would make sure to say it as much as he could bring himself to. She laid down next to him “So.. do you just wanna-“ she paused as she looked over to him, oh god he was crying again “what’s.. what’s wrong specifically?”

He took a second to pause for long enough to respond “Oh F$&@ ..they’re.. they’re gonna be so happy I’m finally gone. They’re gonna forget about me after a f@&#ing week aren’t they?” “What? No Jax.. they’re not gonna be happy about that. This may seem backhanded but.. nobody in this place deserves this. Not even you.”

“..you mean it?”

“Yeah- I do” she pulled him into a hug, which to her surprise he returned.

She didn’t let go until she felt his arms loosen , slowly getting up as she saw them go limp. To confirm he hadn’t just fallen asleep, she reluctantly checked his pulse.

He was gone.

[archersxartxblog]

Home for the Holidays part 3

Part 2

thought this stopped at part two. wrong, here's part three. Caleb does some baking with his mom.

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“Cream together the butter and Sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in the egg yolk and vanilla. Combine the flour and salt before adding to the creamed mixture alternately with the milk.” 

Caleb rotated his shoulder, trying to get rid of the ache that was starting to form as he read off the directions from the book. His arms were starting to kill him.

To think the jocks at school had laughed at him saying baking was not a work out. Clearly they were the kind of people who thought buying premade cookie dough from the store and sticking them in the oven counted as baking. Caleb was sure that if he did this all year then he’d be able to shot-put a snorlax.

Currently Caleb had four different batches of cookies on the going, and he still had peppermint patties and almond bark he had to make. 

He was half tempted to go and grab Fjord so that he could help with some of the mixing, just so his arms got a break.

But it would all be worth it to have some fresh baked goods for the holidays. And boy was it so much easier to bake in a real kitchen, rather than the small kitchenette that was in his and Fjord's dorm room. 

At least here, if the smoke detector went off it didn't set off the sprinkler system for half the building.

Just as he leaned in to read once more from the book, he heard the door open behind him but he paid it no mind, thinking it was just his dad or uncle or one of their pokemon looking for a snack. “let's see, next we need to-”

“Hey Caleb!” 

“Mom!” Caleb yelled, swinging around to face the door, almost dropping the bowl he was mixing.

“Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you” She spoke softly, raising her hands in a calming motion. “Just come to see if you need any help, that's all.”

Within seconds, Caleb felt his eyes start to water and actively fought the urge to run over and embrace her…if only because he was covered in flour and he didn't want to get any on her. 

Quickly he set down the bowl and spoon to quickly wipe his eyes, not wanting tears to get into the mix.

It was just really good to see her again, to see her the way he remembered her. But at the same time it stirred up a lot of thoughts and feelings that easily overwhelmed him.

A gentle hand suddenly took his face away from his face, and he looked up to see his mom standing there smiling at him. “You're getting flour all over your face.” she laughed, pulling his hands down to his sides before taking some paper towel. “Here let me.” she added as she started to carefully wipe the white powder away from his face. 

and still more tears fell until his mother wiped those away too. Only for new ones to quickly replace them.

“Okay, now take a deep breath” his mother said, placing her hands on his shoulders, and Caleb did just that. “Now hold it…now let it out” they repeated the process several times until Caleb felt sure he wasn't going to burst into tears again. “Do you want me to get your phone?”

He thought about it for a second, before shaking his head. No, he didn't need the anxiety sticker on the back of his phone, right now.

“Okay, just let me know if you change your mind.” she smiled, giving his shoulders one last squeeze before standing up. “Now, do you need some help in here or do you want me to get out of your hair?”

“Don't go!” He winced as the words came far louder and more desperate than he meant them to. Taking another deep breath, he took a moment to think things through. “Yeah, I could use a hand, if you don't mind.”

“Wouldn't have asked if I minded”

Right. He quickly looked around and grabbed the bowl he had before, holding it out to his mom. “Could you finish mixing this for me? The moo moo milk hasn't quite blended into the dough yet, and I still have to melt the chocolate for it.”

“Sure. so I just keep stirring until it's all one thing?” She asked, taking the spoon from his hand and slowly stirring the ingredients.

“Yep! Just gotta keep stirring until it's all combined.” Caleb explained, pouring the chocolate melts in a bowl and popping them in the microwave. He needed that to be hot enough to melt but not scalding. “It needs to be a workable dough for the next part.”

“What are we making anyway?”

“They're called Icebox Pinwheel cookies.” Caleb answered, turning his back to his mom as he checked the Starchies in the oven, trying to hide the stupid smile on his face. He was actually baking cookies with his mom. “They’re one of the few cookies that both Dad and Uncle Emmet will eat.”

“OH the swirly ones! I always wondered how you made those. I’m normally at work with you Uncle and Dad when you bake em.”

Setting the Starchies aside on the cooling rack, Caleb quickly checked on how his mother was doing with the dough, grinning when he saw that it was done. “Okay, that’s enough. Now we need to slit it in half.”

He left his mom to divide the dough to get the chocolate. “Then we mix this into one half until it’s one uniform colour.”

“I can do that.”

As his mom worked the chocolate into one half of the dough, and Caleb started to set up for his next baking project, the two fell into easy conversation. Just simple ‘how’s school?’ ‘are you enjoying your classes?’ ‘have any good battles?’ ‘how was your trip to Hoenn?’ ‘what Pokemon did you catch?’ ‘Where are you guys planning to go next?’. Things that most mothers probably asked their kids everyday, and Caleb was enjoying every bit of it.

It had been really hard not having his mom in his life for the longest time, made only slightly harder by the fact that he had to keep her a secret. He couldn’t exactly tell the other kids at school that his mom was captain Zisu of the Galaxy team’s security corps and one of the founders of the Sinnoh league. Even if they did believe him there would be questions, and the last thing he wanted was the whole Hisui incident to be dragged back up. His dad had already been through enough.

It helped a bit in finding out that his Mom had been his dad’s Chandelure, knowing that she was always around to protect and comfort him. But at the same time it brought to light a horrible reality that his mom had in fact died, and not just that but died a long time ago. A hard truth to swallow, only helped by the fact that there was a ghostly ball of flames and metal he could hug tight.

But now he had his mom back, in the flesh, and it was probably only for a limited time, but Caleb planned to make the most of it.

“Mom,”

“Yes sweety?”

“What’s your favorite baked good?”

[dean23456]

Ok I had this movie idea like a day ago. (Kinda long)

Reminder, this is just a concept, it's not really fleshed out a lot. It might be later on.

Also idk what the name could be. I only thought of one and it's "A girl named Peppermint Patty" not the final name.

So it's basically a movie about Peppermint Patty, Marcie and Peppermint Patty's dad (oh yeah Snoopy and Woodstock are there to but aren't as important) going to this skating tournament thing in like *insert big city here* (probably France or Canada idk) and they have a wild adventure.

I don't want the entire gang going along because it'll be easier just to focus on 5 characters. Don't worry they'll appear in the beginning and towards the end. The only character I could probably add in the team is Charlie Brown maybe.

The main character would be Peppermint Patty, with Marcie and Peppermint Patty's dad basically being detertagonists and Snoopy and Woodstock being side characters. The 5 go to *insert big city here* for a skating tournament thing. When not competing for the finals, the main trio do some bonding, and learning the fate of Peppermint Patty's mother. I don't know what time this would take in (probably winter or summer)

"Why is Marcie going along" Well if Marcie can go to France basically with 3 other kids, a dog and a bird I think she could go on this adventure she's perfectly fine. So does Snoopy and Woodstock. They're probably going to be gone for like 2 weeks anyways.

How the plot goes from beginning to end.

It starts off with the usual Peppermint Patty and Marcie bit. Peppermint Patty Is asleep during class, Marcie wakes her up and they say stuff. Title of movie appears.

After that, the 2 are walking home and they go to Peppermint Patty's house. (I'm now calling Peppermint Patty P.Patty from here on out) P.Patty says that her dad is off work for like 2 weeks or something. P.Patty checks the mail and sees figure skating tournament thing. She opens it and sees that she's been accepted to the tournament. The 2 cheer in excitement. They check the date when it takes place. It takes place during the 2 weeks P.Patty's dad is off of work.

Once P.Patty's dad comes home, P.Patty is asleep, and the letter is on his dresser, and is very happy, sees when it takes place, but realizes that it takes place in *big city* this is shocking, but its fine. The next day, P.Patty asks Marcie if she wants to join. She says yes obviously. Since Snoopy is her coach, he's coming along to, along with Woodstock. We have a scene where P.Patty's dad says that that's straight up a dog, not a coach, but just accepts it.

We have a scene where Marcie's parents overprepare Marcie because why not. We have the scene where everyone says bye and have a good trip. Airport highjinks ensue and eventually the 5 fly to *big city*

Forgot to mention but P.Patty's dad is speaking normally, not in trombone. "Why not trombone?" Because I want the scenes to hit a little bit harder, especially during the P.Patty's mom stuff. Anyways, while on the plane, we have P.Patty and Marcie talking and stuff, but Marcie eventually falls asleep. So it's just P.Patty and her dad. P.Patty asks a question, what was mom like (she doesn't know a whole lot about her) P.Patty's dad basically says how nice she was and stuff, but not too much.

The 5 land in *big city* and do something. The next day is the first competition and ofc P.Patty wins. After that they go to a restaurant and hijinks ensue. While Snoopy and Woodstock do stuff, P.Patty, Marcie and P.Patty's dad watch stars or something. Marcie gives facts about stars, and P.Patty is like that's really cool. P.Patty's dad is like "your mom was a star" and starts telling a story. P.Patty and Marcie are like "aw, that's sweet" and all 5 characters go back.

From here on, everything is just messy and incomplete.

More skating stuff happens, we probably meet a skater person character, and Marcie feels as if she was left out. We get more P.Patty mom lore dumps. More hijinks. P.Patty is basically like "why aren't you with me more?" To her dad. Eventually this leads to the 3rd act.

Uh oh the 3 mains are all sad and stuff. Marcie is mad or smth, P.Patty is sad and mad and idk about her dad but he isn't happy. Snoopy and Woodstock comfort them or smth.

We are at a place where something pretty will happen or smth. They all apologize and we get the truth about P.Patty's mom. She died of something (anywhere from immediately after childbirth from ??? disease, car crash or cancer idk it's one of those) P.Patty's dad says that she wanted P.Patty to be a great person and be what P.Patty finds the best for her. The 3 hug and it's the championships.

We fight off agianst character we've seen multiple times and ofc main character wins. Every other character was watching via TV. Marcie hugs P.Patty (people would call this gay) and P.Patty's dad is kinda like talking to his dead wife in a sweet way (idk what It would be)

Eventually they go home, all main conflicts are solved, we have one sweet final moment and it ends.

"Why isnt there a whole lot of P.Patty and Marcie moments they're lovers besties" Sorry I really want there to be that's literally one of the main plots, I just couldn't think of much. That kinda goes for everyone. It's kinda the reason I just want 5 characters and not like 15.

Anyways, I hope you liked this concept. If I really get into this concept I might make it a comic, put it on A03 or both.

[devilh0rnsinc]

Find your 3 oldest WIPS. Then list for each:

The inspiration- Why it's still a WIP- Will you finish- Why or why not-

Try not to mean to yourself!

Oh gosh.

First of all ty for the ask!

Secondly, I have to really dig deep into my folder here. The earliest I could find was from 2017... Jesus.

Project Psychology - AgedUp!Peanuts Fic, Peppermint Patty and Lucy 😭

Written in 2020, Lucy asks PP to come over and help her with her coursework. That's it end tweet.

Inspo - Have no idea, however, I think I mentioned it in another AgedUp!Peanuts fanfic that Lucy was studying psychology. She invites Patty round to ask her a few questions about sexual preference and gender identity... That's literally it lol.

Why is it a WIP - Idk dude, probs cause I forgot about the fic, and the premise didn't interest me enough

Will I finish - Not sure, haven't read it in a long time. But I don't think so.

Why not - Not in the fandom too much anymore, and I have other pieces I'd like to write.

2. Demons Rule This Camp - an OC fanfic???

THIS WAS WRITTEN IN 2017 WTF (Brief synopsis: two characters Kayla and Lennox are at a summer camp, and demons infiltrate and try to get them to leave, however, they use the humans to their advantage... What the hell)

Inspo - No joke, a Minecraft chat room. What the hell.

Why is it a WIP - I think I just forgot.

Will I finish - Absolutely not.

Why not - I have another demon that I'd like to write about. However, it is funny that even back then I loved to write about that sort of thing.

3. Rain Rain Go Away - AgedUp!Peanuts fic PP / Marcie

I think this was made in 2020 too, but I'm not sure. Marcie and PP are late for a quiz, lol. It begins to rain hard so they take shelter under a park slide. Patty finds in Marcie's notebook a poem about her, and they confess their love yadayadayada...

Inspo - Aww. This one was based off of Vince Guaraldi's piece, Rain Rain Go Away. It's beautiful if you haven't heard it.

Why is it a WIP - I literally just didn't finish the ending! I think It could probably stand on its own though.

Will I finish - Mmmm probs not, my writing style is so different now.

Why not - I'm not really vibing with the entire plot, but the idea of the rain is cool. I'll just leave it in the drafts for now.

And there we go! Jesus, I just went through the 5 stages of grief reading those. Thank you for the ask. I know you were probs expecting some Bob's ones however, all the Bob's fics I've written have been posted!! Except for one teehee. <3

[cannibalkissies]

Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Peppermint Patty, and Franklin for all three of ur fellas :o) -hamsterwife

THANK YOU !!!! I answered some already for Butch so I'll just omit those ^_^

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Charlie Brown: How do you and your f/o comfort each other when you're down?

(X) When Howard notices Bill is having a hard time emotionally, he tells him he's there for him and then gives him space. Bill usually comes around and hangs next to him, striking up small conversation to distract himself from his issues.

When Bill notices Howard is upset, he tries to calm him down with a pet on his back, which prompts Howard to crumple into him. </3 Bill knows that it's going to happen every time and as they get closer it breaks his heart even harder than the last time. When he's all cried out, he and Bill have idle conversation about this and that to try and life his spirits.

(X) OUGHGHHTIGU!!! Stefano definitely observes Scott from afar before he goes over and tries to confront him with what's wrong. He talks it out with him and gives him soothing rubs on his shoulder and listens to him. It usually ends in a hug ;; <3

I feel like Scott is the same, but more attentive. Stefano just got out of a crappy relationship, so that would definitely make him hesitant to approach Scott, but Scott is more open because he's had the freedom to be his loving and caring self without judgement.

Snoopy: What kind of pet do you and your f/o have?

(X) BUBBA AND BUTCH HAVE A PET CHICKEN!!! OK!!!!!

ONE OF THESE!!!!!

(X) Oh Howard would so get them a pet rock. OR a pet lizard. One of those little ones that just hang out in your garden. Bill would initially be like "what the fuck are you doing?" when Howard makes the little lizard do a dance on a rock and then he goes on after a few weeks suggesting that he gets the thing a little doll hat.

(X) Oh oh oh, Stefano has a cat! He brought it from his old house into Scott's and they love him very much <333

Peppermint Patty: Is your f/o clingy? Your s/i?

(X) Howard is SO clingy. Bill loves how clingy he is, but he won't admit it. <3 :3

(X) Stefano is very clingy as well as Scott. They love each other so so much you'd have to surgically separate them.

Franklin: What kind of hobbies do you and your f/o enjoy together?

(X) For Bubba and Butch ? Crafts for sure! Also cooking. :))

(X) Howard does a lot of survival stuff so he gathers a lot of material. It's not really a hobby, but Bill likes to help him gather things. I guess you could qualify that as hiking or going on walks!

(X) Stefano and Scott love watching TV or movies together. As well as cooking. They also just like going grocery shopping. Spending time together in general I guess ^__^ Doesn't really matter what they're doing!

[pudding-parade]

get to know me - useless info edition

I was tagged by @echoweaver (so blame her), so here we go:

What do you have under your bed? Big, flat Rubbermaid storage containers. We use them to store out-of-season clothing and computer parts and Christmas wrapping paper and all sorts of things. That way, the stuff is out of the way but still easily accessible when we need it.

Also, dust bunnies.

Favorite candy? SALMIAKKI!!!! (You Finns will understand. LOL ) I'm actually not a huge fan of sweet, so the tangy saltiness of salmiakki appeals to me, even though I'm not all that big on black licorice. The combination of the licorice with the ammonia salt, though, really works for me. A few Finns recommended that I try it when I went on a Nordic cruise with a stop in Helsinki a few years back, so I did and fell and love, and now I order a supply online a couple times a year, since I've never found it for sale in a store here in the US.

Alternatively, I like York Peppermint Patties. Or, if I have a cough, root beer barrel hard candies to suck on.

Describe your favorite shirt: One just like this one, which my daughter bought me for my birthday a few years back because she knows me too well:

I love wearing it when in the redder/more conspiracy-theory-prone areas of my state. (Remember: My Congressional representative is…Lauren Boebert. My county didn't vote for her since we're one of the bluest counties in the country, but we are unfortunately surrounded by deep-red counties with larger populations, and Boebert is a good representation of those people. It's encouraging that she only barely held on to her seat, at least. *sigh* )

The last thing you drew/doodled was: Because my drawing talent is nil, I only ever doodle music. As in, I draw a staff and then doodle notes on it, often but not always with faces in the note heads. The funny thing is that sometimes the doodles become actual compositions. Are you completely sober rn? Right now? Yes. However, I also have some cannabis brownies in the oven right now, so no promises for later. What's the one thing that annoys you more than anything? Willful ignorance. Being ignorant in general is entirely forgivable, as we are all ignorant of many things. However, when a person refuses to learn because they know that the facts will conflict with what they want to believe, then I will have a problem with them. (See t-shirt above. :) ) Have you ever gotten your tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter? Nope! Though I could give you a long list of much dumber things I've done over the years. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be? I could do with some ocean right about now. So, Aruba. What was the single last word you spoke? "It!" Which was part of "Stop it!" Which was yelled at a dog going nuts because he noticed a deer outside. Mind you, there are ALWAYS deer outside, so you'd think after four years of living in this house he'd get it through his thick head that he doesn't have to freak out over them, but…nope. Anyone who tells you that dogs are smart is lying. At least when it comes to this dog. I mean, I love him, but "smart" is not a descriptor I'd use for him.

I shall tag: @papermint-airplane, @solori, and @rollo-rolls

As always, feel free to ignore for whatever reason. :)

[simstryingtheirbestok]

get to know me - useless info edition

@papermint-airplane tagged me into this and I'm going to suppress my awkwardness long enough to do it.

what do you have under your bed? 

This fold-up fake tatami mat that I put under my futon. Also sometimes marbles or small bouncy balls from my cat because if you hide a toy, it makes it brand-new when you find it again. It is apparently also very exciting when your person vacuums them up by accident and erupts in a stream of invective.

favorite candy? 

I toggle between peppermint patties and Mounds. Right now it's peppermint patties because 'tis the season blah blah.

describe your favorite shirt. 

A plain V-necked, 3/4-sleeve all-cotton medium gray shirt from the ultra chic, super exclusive, boutique artisanal St. John's Bay label at JC Penney's. 😂 Idgaf. I am at baseline an un-fancy person who became even less fancy during the pandemic.

the last thing you drew/doodled was:

The floor plan of a house in a custom world that I won't name because it was a really impossible house to play in, and I drew it out so I could expand the floor plan and make an improved version.

You know those houses that look adorable from the neighborhood screen, adorable in their thumbnails, adorable from the outside--and then you get inside and there are all these 1 x 1 tile bottlenecks because the builder cared more about appearance than function? It was that.

Builds like that make me so upset, and they're everywhere. Build like that for your irl dolls, not the Sims!

are you completely sober rn?

I am, and mostly have been for the last 5 years! I make one exception on NYE, then it's back on the wagon for the rest of the year.

It's the only way to fly for someone like me, who otherwise will decide to celebrate it being Tuesday. Wouldn't Fat Tuesday be even fatter if it happened every week? And Friday, that's mandatory, you've simply got to drink Friday, plus, Thursday is a kind of pre-Friday, isn't it? Yeah, it's Friday Eve! That deffo calls for some shots. Saturday is for pre-gaming with friends, then drinking some more--you wouldn't want to be antisocial--and Sunday there's a big game on that will be way too boring to watch without beer, and--

So. Once a year, and then that once-a-year usually reminds me why once a year is enough (because I don't do moderation).

what's one thing that annoys you more than anything? 

I am trying to be less annoyed by things, but I'm still annoyed by enough things that picking only one is a challenge.

But I guess my build mode rant up there fits here too so, that. Oh and hey, I know "cozy" is very in right now, but while you technically can call a 2 x 4 room a bedroom... you probably shouldn't.

have you ever gotten your tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter? 

No, I've spent too much of my life in the sunbelt for that to be a thing for me.

if you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?

I know it's a cliche, but Paris. I am exactly the kind of tourist they hate--I dress terribly (see above), I butcher the language, I'm overweight, I'm basic in every respect--but I find their disdain for me absolutely adorable (and tbh somewhat justified) and my God, the food.

what was the last single word you spoke? 

"Safe." I always end my goodbyes to people with "drive safe."

tagging:

I would love to see responses from @simsdastra, @oasislandingresident, and @distantloner if any of you feel so inclined? No pressure.

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Until There Was You - 2/7 | westallen fanfiction

Westallen secret santa gift

For: @dickandcr

From: @backtothestart02

Rating: T - for some language and suggestive material

Christmas note: I hope you enjoy! Have an amazing holiday season!

Chapter 2 -

It was a few days of newly renewed hesitant bliss before Iris found the courage to not avoid Linda at work anymore. She came early to work actually, like she knew Linda liked to do, and even brought her the newest Christmas flavor from a nearby Starbucks as a peace offering. She didn’t even take off her coat, just went straight to Linda’s desk and waited for her to glance up at her.

She spoke before she looked.

“Don’t tell me. You got back together.”

“Cinnamon coated whipped cream on top of the newest peppermint latte. From yours truly.”

Linda flicked up her gaze to the Iris’ hopeful eyes and reluctantly took the beverage from her.

“Bribes will not work.” She took a sip. “Mmm. Even tasty ones.”

Iris grabbed a chair and sat across from her.

“I’m sorry, Lin, but I was afraid what you were gonna think…and say.”

“Warranted.”

“I didn’t expect you to jump for joy, but-”

“Good, because I’m seething. Iris, honestly, how could you? After everythi-”

“He quit his job.”

Her eyes bulged, but she shook it off.

“That’s not an improvement. He needs income. What, did he expect you’d move in with him and carry the weight?”

“No…he has a new job now. Starts today.”

Linda’s brows furrowed.

“I don’t understand.”

“This one has a more flexible schedule. No nights, weekends, holidays, even a longer lunch break and vacation time.”

Linda nibbled on her bottom lip.

“He’s been looking for a job like this for weeks apparently. I don’t know, Lin, it feels like he’s really trying.”

Linda sighed.

“It does appear that way.”

“All I ask is that you give him a chance.”

“No. I ran out of chances like five chances ago.”

Iris groaned and face palmed herself.

“But,” Linda continued. “I will try to tolerate his existence and be happy for you if he’s being serious about changing.”

“He is, I think.”

“I don’t have to like him though, right?”

Iris gave a weak smile.

“That’s asking too much of me, honey. Sorry, I can’t do it.”

“Alright,” Iris said. “I can accept that.”

“And next time?”

“Yeah?”

“Less cinnamon. I feel like I’m gonna choke on it.”

Iris laughed.

“Noted.”

Linda reached for her hand as Iris stood up, intending to retreat to her desk.

“Don’t put days between us again, yeah?”

Iris smiled softly.

“Also noted.”

…

He hadn’t seen Patty in what – nine months? Yeah, that felt accurate. He cringed at that. He hoped she would be happy to see him. The fact that he wasn’t sure told him that this was the right way to go.

He’d been reluctant to see his mother’s – and it turned out, father’s – line of reasoning, but they were right. He did love Patty, and he wanted her in his life. The only way to keep moving forward was to make a grand gesture. And boy, if this wasn’t the biggest grand gesture he’d ever imagined for himself.

So, he took a flight up to New York City, a cab out to the precinct on the south side of town, and made a quick detour for a flower shop before setting inside and asking for direction to find a certain CSI that he was intent on surprising.

He was directed to the second floor and a lab at the end of the long hall. The person who’d directed him said there should be no one else up there. All the other CSIs went out to lunch, but ‘Miss Spivot’, as she was referred to on the job, liked her solitude.

He took a deep breath when he reached the end of the hall, ducked his head inside to see if she was indeed inside and then knocked lightly on the metal doorframe.

“Come in.”

He smirked. She hadn’t even looked up. So, he knocked again, this time a little harder.

“I said-” She spun around, sounding mildly annoyed, but that was until she saw the smiling face looking at her from the hall. “Barry?!”

He power-walked over to her and presented her with the array of flowers he’d picked out from the shop.

“These are for you.”

Her mouth hanging open, she dropped the pen she’d been holding onto and jumped into his arms, kissing him soundly.

“God, I’ve missed kissing you,” she murmured.

“You surprised?”

She pulled back, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

“Always. I can’t believe you’re here!”

“If you can’t believe that, you won’t believe what I have to say next either.”

Her eyes widened.

“I’m listening.”

“I’m staying.”

“For the holidays?” Her first thought.

He tugged her closer.

“For good.”

“What?” she asked, tears welling up. “You mean it? You’re coming to stay? For me.”

“I’m serious about us, Patty. I want us to take that next step.”

She kissed him again.

“I love you.”

He beamed, the words washing over him in joyful waves.

“I love you, too.”

…

It was less chaotic and confusing than Barry had expected it to be, yet it was still somewhat difficult finding his cousin’s dorm room on the NYU campus. After about half an hour of wandering about, he stumbled onto an information desk and explained his situation. The young woman was helpful enough and directed him to a building across the courtyard and the room number that Jesse Wells inhabited.

Two knocks had a frazzled, petite brunette looking at him with a curling rolls in her hair and a dumbfounded smile on her face.

“Barry?”

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, grinning wide.

She lunged across the doorway and hugged him tightly. He lifted her up slightly and smiled into the curlers bopping about in her short hair.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Are you busy? I have a proposition for you.”

“I’m all ears,” she said, practically bouncing up onto her toes.

He chuckled.

“You sure? Because your hair implies…otherwise. You got a hot date, or-?”

She rolled her eyes.

“No. I have a presentation this evening for my night class. Professor said we have to look super professional, so I thought I’d curl my hair for the occasion. Now tell me what you want before I have to squeeze it out of you!”

“Alright. I’m moving.”

“Moving.” Her eyes widened. “To where?”

“Where do you think, Jess? Here. To New York City!”

“Oh, my God!” she gasped, hugging him tightly again. “For real? Like, for real, for real? I thought you were weirdly attached to your parents.”

He looked mildly annoyed at that observation.

“Sorry,” she said, obviously not sorry.

He cleared his throat.

“Mom gave me a little pushing to show me what was important, and let’s just say…I realized if I want this relationship with Patty to stay intact…”

“Oh, my God!” she declared again. “You’re going to propose! And you told me first, aww.”

He laughed.

“You want to help me pick out the ring?”

“Want to? I demand you let me.”

He shook his head, smiling.

“Okay, okay, let’s get going then.” He tugged on her arm.

“Hold your horses, Mr. Allen. Let me get these curlers out of my hair so I look somewhat presentable at Tiffany’s.”

“Tiffany’s?” he asked, brows furrowed.

She looked at him in disbelief.

“You’re in New York, and you’re proposing.” She laid her hand on his shoulder. “It has to be Tiffany’s.”

[stewardofningishzida]

In Memoriam: V.H.

TRIGGER WARNING: Death (cancer), verbal/emotional abuse, and depression.

V.H. was my grandfather. We knew each other and were very close. He lived within a quarter mile from our old house and we would see each other almost every day. On the weekends, we would sometimes walk to a convenience store on the corner together and just chat. He’d buy me some Red Vines or a York Peppermint Patty while he got a pack of cigarettes. Unfortunately, he smoked a lot (had been doing it since he was a teenager) and was trying to quit, but it was very difficult for him. Also, he had a rather complicated relationship with my grandma. They loved each other in their own weird way, but would fight every day. You could hear the angry shouting even from outside.

My grandma tended to get more of little me’s attention because she’d act nice and distract me with tv. (This was before I learned that she was verbally and emotionally abusive towards my mother and grandfather. I was a little kid and didn’t know better.) My grandfather seemed a bit more serious at times and wanted to talk more. However, he had a good sense of humor and would joke around too. I wasn’t much of a chatty kid. So, I’d pop in to say hi and walk with him, but would often just watch tv.

Granddad was also a good cook, especially with barbecue. My grandma would call microwaved vegetables from a can and a fried egg with toast “fancy stuff”. No joke. She hates cooking. So, every holiday, he would make something nice for us. He wouldn’t eat much himself because he was diabetic and asthmatic as a result of the smoking. So, he had a strategy to control his type 2 diabetes with a specific diet and eating schedule, plus an inhaler. Unfortunately, the smoking addiction would add more problems.

The first time he got sick was when I was 10. Small cell lung cancer. He went through the chemo and radiation treatments while still trying to stop smoking. He lost a lot of weight and his temper would occasionally flare because of the nicotine withdrawal. So, the arguments between him and my grandma got worse. His tumor eventually shrunk and he went into remission. However, he was never really the same. His stamina was pretty much nonexistent and he needed a bit more help doing things.

We adjusted to help accommodate him and life moved on. I got more busy when I got into that college prep high school, but still visited both him and my grandma on the weekends. Though now I was listening to him a bit more and got to hear some of his old records, developing a taste for Blues, Jazz, African American Spirituals, and R&B. Unfortunately, during my junior year of high school, he got sick again. The cancer had metastasized to his liver and was rapidly growing. He went back on the chemo and radiation, but the cancer was far more aggressive this time.

We were still hopeful that he might survive because he managed to get through it last time. Also, we all did our parts to try to help. My mom would make special food for him that would help him gain weight back without messing with his blood sugar too much. My dad would help him do things. Grandma would take him to the doctor whenever he needed it. I would check to make sure he was hydrated and took his medicine at the right times and in the right amounts. He kept getting worse…

Eventually, he didn’t have any appetite and could barely keep anything down. My mom got frustrated. He decided that he wanted care at home. So, the nurses would come to us instead of him coming to them. We were there as often as we could and I would help the nurses since I already had an interest in medicine. They were nice enough to let me. Plus, at this time, I was 16. A minor, sure, but old enough to have an idea of what was going on. We still kept trying to get him through this. In denial about what was about to happen.

New Year’s came and he wanted us to stay with him. At this point, he could no longer speak and would write on a small whiteboard. I did my best to carefully give him water and medicine, following whatever the nurses told me to do. It got late and I was exhausted. So, I fell asleep next to him and my parents after a while, letting the nurses do their thing. A few hours later, I was woken up by an awful, gurgling, rattling noise and my grandfather’s ventilator. Then…Silence.

I got up and checked on my granddad…He was gone. I felt it like a punch in the gut, walking over in a daze to his side. I gently caressed his head and tried to talk to him. My parents noticed I was up and saw what happened. “I guess you’re not coming back from this, are you, Granddad?”, I sobbed quietly. I didn’t want to leave, but my parents gently pulled me away so the nurses could take the body away. I went numb. He was only in his 60’s when he passed. I was 16.

The funeral was a few days later. I couldn’t cry. Numb. My mother sobbed next to me and my dad comforted us both. All I could do was gently rub Mom’s back silently. I couldn’t talk, cry, or anything more. All the while, a horrible voice in my head began to whisper: “This is your fault. If you had taken away his cigarettes or treated him better, he would still be alive.” Somehow, I began to blame myself for his death. I was the last family member taking care of him. So, somehow, I messed this up, right? He was dead because of me, that horrible voice insisted. I felt like a murderer. Like I didn’t deserve to be around anymore.

Shortly after the funeral, we lost the house and one of my aunts, only adding to the grief. Then, my grandma turned on us despite begrudgingly taking us in. My first taste of the abuse that she issued towards my mother. I no longer cared whether I lived or died. However, I didn’t want to hurt my family even more. So, instead, I just buried myself in my classwork, volunteering, and projects. I barely ate or slept. Whenever I did sleep, I had nightmares of the sound of the ventilator and my grandfather’s death rattle. I managed to get accepted into college. Though I was now much thinner and had permanent dark circles under my eyes. I also had my first gray hairs.

I kept working and working and working. Nothing more. My parents got worried about me and feared that I would work myself to death. I didn’t care. They made me go out with my old friends in an effort to get my mind occupied with other stuff. I hadn’t gone out in a couple of years. So, when my friends saw me, they were shocked. One of them took me aside and said that I looked dead. Like a walking corpse. He snapped me out of it with how concerned and shocked he was at my appearance. I realized that I needed to take better care of myself. Though I still blamed myself for what happened. My friends all disagreed with me and we talked for a very long time. I felt a bit better. Though I privately still didn’t really believe them.

I made an effort to take better care of myself in an attempt to recover because there were multiple people who seemed to still care about me. My parents counted, of course, but I felt more like a burden to them than anything. Having friends talk to me about it helped considerably. Eventually, I came across a paper during my studies about small cell lung cancer…Apparently, the 5-year survival rate is 7%. It’s a very aggressive cancer which kills the vast majority of patients. I then realized that no matter how much I did (even to my unrealistically high standards), he was going to die. It wasn’t caught in time to help. In a weird way, it helped and I realized that it wasn’t my fault. With that, I slowly began to recover. Years later, I’m finally doing better. Though that experience will stay with me forever.

I still have his old music records, my commitment to biomedical science, and a determination to do research on immuno-oncology to find a way to give people like him a better chance of survival and maybe a healthier life/recovery. He’s in my thoughts every day and I make an effort to become the best researcher that I can possibly be because of him. I love you, Granddad. I hope to make you proud and save some people like you one day.

[gloomilo]

Phantasmagore is an expert harbinger of doom; she may not be able to read or write, but she can still spell out “the end is nigh”.

[bunnymoonart]

Hi - I love your Peanuts art!! I'm obsessed with the comics (have been since I was five) and haven't been able to find anyone who interprets them in a similar style as the great Sparky Schulz. Yours do however and I love them!!

The whole Schroeder and Charlie comic was so funny - it made me laugh!

Your art is truly adorable.

I was wondering what your favorite Peanuts ships are

(and also wondering if you'd ever draw a Schroder/Lucy)

You have a new follower <3

Aaa, tysm!!! I really admire Schulz and knowing that my dumb short comics give a vibe of him that makes me happy :') Well, I'm fine with most Peanuts ships, but if you really want to know which ones are my favorites, here's a LONG text about that, I apologize if it's too much, lol(?)

Linus 'n Sally

These two give me a great youthful love vibe, some kids tend to express their affection in unconventional ways and these two are no exception. I don't think Linus hates her or anything like that, Sally is a REALLY intense girl and that's exactly what makes Linus evasive, but we can't blame him, sometimes you just need some space But I feel that they are not like the other Peanuts couples where at some point they have fallen into being cruel or harming each other in some negative way (Like Lucy even throwing Schroeder's piano into the sewer, Peppermint Patty saying unpleasant things about Chuck) . Even if they cross that line, the other tends to defend themselves instead of just "letting it go."

You know? they usually don't insult each other personally (Or at least not on a recurring basis), maybe just Sally fed up with Linus's habit with his blanket or being disappointed with the big pumpkin endless times, even Linus calling Sally "annoying" on occasion because she constantly haunts him or disturbs him in the middle of the class, but nothing beyond that. I feel that it is very different for them to complain about "unpleasant behavior" to directly messing with each other in a personal way, I feel that there is a kind of mutual "respect" between them, going to Sally's side perhaps adding admiration.

Maybe if Sally was a little less intense about it there could be something between these two, it's not like Linus doesn't show interest in her or constantly tries to push her away for simply existing, on several occasions he is seen just hanging out with her or even helping her.

And we can't forget the times he seems to reciprocate or get a little nervous around her ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ (Most T.V specials or adaptations)

In "It's Arbor Day, Charlie Brown", He helps Sally study about Arbor Day, as always, she starts to "flirt" while Linus reads some facts, when she says "Oh Linus you read so poetically", he blushes embarrassed.

In "It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" he blushes when Sally flatters him until Charlie Brown takes Sally away from the scene.

In the Musical "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown" (Animated version) in the song "Glee Club Rehearsal", he seems a bit nervous about Lucy telling Sally what he said about her (That she was an "enigma")

In the same Musical, in the song "Happiness" Linus is the one who sings the part "Happiness is walking hand in hand" while holding hands with Sally.

Even in the most recent special "Snoopy Presents: For Auld Lang Syne", at the end song, Sally after spending all night trying to stay awake finally falls asleep, While everyone sings, Linus walks over to her and carefully places a celebration hat on her head and looks sweetly at her, perhaps because she wanted to be awake for the new year and it's a way for her to be in the celebration too. Simply adorable.

Charlie 'n Schroeder, Guilty pleasure but also sorrynotsorry(?)

It started as a joke but now I'm here making drawings 'bout them, I'm the joke now ASKDFJN

Schroeder seems to be one of the few characters who somewhat respect Charles, Charlie introduced him to the piano and to his more characteristic taste, Beethoven!

The ages in Peanuts are a bit of a mess, they just grow from one day to other while other characters keep their age. For example, the first time Sally was introduced it was made clear to us after a joke with Linus that she would be at least 5 years younger than the gang, but later she's just there in the same class as Linus being apparently the same age, and something kinda similar happens with Rerun so?-. With Schroeder it's no different as he first appeared as a baby in the strip but now he's just there being the same age as the main gang. Kinda confusing. But well, yea, It's canon that Charlie gave Schroeder that taste for Beethoven, so perhaps that is why he respects him.

He used to read to him about Beethoven's life, but Charlie is still doing it!

They spend time together and he is one of the few characters that Schroeder lets them rest on his piano without bothering him at all. I could even say that Charlie is a guy with a taste for classical music or knowledge of music (In the early strips it's a bit more noticeable, I mean, what 5 year old recognizes a Tchaikovsky song played on a toy piano?) They share interests even though Charlie doesn't have a sculpture of Beethoven's head, lol¿ But guess what, Charlie was the one who got him the sculpture in the first place! He also tends to congratulate Schroeder on Beethoven's birthday because he knows it's an important date for him, even when Schroeder forgets.

I think Charlie definitely respects Schroeder's love of music and Beethoven.

And we can't forget some of my fave interactions too! ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ

In "Be my Valentine, Charlie Brown" Charlie seeing that he didn't receive anything for Valentine's Day (as usual:( ) blurts out "I hate Valentines" as Schroeder arrives on the scene. The girls enter the scene and try to give Charlie "recycled" Valentine's cards, Schroeder immediately jumps to his defense saying "What do you think you're doing? Who do you think you are?" annoyed at how they try to give him "condolence" gifts so they don't feel bad and not because they really care about Charlie. AGRESSIVE This same scene has another adaptation in the 2014 shorts in the episode: Just for Love. This time it's just Frieda giving him a "consolation gift" and changing the punchline of the joke. I honestly like this version better, I feel it more expressive lol

In the 2014 shorts in the episode: Off Key Schroeder invites Charlie to his house because he wants to test his new idea which is to create a "Musical Portrait" for people (Create a song with the essence of a person). The first person he tries this on is Charlie, Charlie is his muse. I'M LOOKING Unfortunately and being Charlie Brown who we are talking about, this does not go very well haha :')

In the Musical "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown" (Animated version) in the intro song "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown", Schroeder is the one who sings "You're kind!" BUT THE WAY HE SAYS IT IS JUST JASDFJNG. You need to see it. Hilarious

In the 2014 shorts in the episode: Trust Me. A lot of dandelions grow on charlie's pitcher's mound, Frieda says that Charlie standing in the middle of all those dandelions makes him look kind of cute, which makes him mad. Soon, Charlie tells Schroeder what Frieda said, and he agrees, standing there making him look kind of cute. No comments. Here below is the strip of this same short

But like I said, I'm really fine with most Peanuts ships! The dynamic "weird love triangle" of Marcie 'n Charles and Peppermint Patty 'n Chuck where Charlie is just totally skeptical of the situation also strikes me as a hilarious concept. Both ships are cool to me :) I must even say that I like Marcie 'n Peppermint Patty! In my Grown Up! version (Carlo Cafe) I like to think as time goes by their relationship becomes one of those where everyone thinks they are a couple and everyone realizes it except them, you know, like casual holding hands, somebody asks about it and they're like "Lol what are u talking 'bout, this is totally a bro thing lol". Just play with the concept(?) About to Lucy and Schroeder, I have a Love-Hate relationship with them(?) They have their moments together like that December 16, 1984 strip where Schroeder kisses Lucy on the cheek (Tumblr only lets me put 10 images ( ╥ ╥ ) ) Or that October 6, 1957 strip where Lucy makes a handmade portrait of Beethoven and Schroeder thinks it's a nice of her and was even willing to put it in his room. Even that 2014 Short "Just For Love" where Schroeder just says "I wouldn't marry you UNLESS you were the last girl on earth" But as a musician I will never get over thAT time with Lucy throwing Schroeder's piano into the sewer, it just hURT(?) But yea, I think i’ll do something ‘bout them soon! :) That's all, Sorry for the VERY LOOOONG text. Someone asks me 'bout Peanuts and I just can't stop, I'm cringe but I'm free(?)

[thessalian]

Thess vs Love Languages

Some people’s love languages are very difficult to learn. My stepfather is one of those people - he’s one of those excessively stoic people whose love language is really subtle, largely kinesthetic, and taken largely on faith. Still, sometimes you get something that’s relatively easy to identify.

Some stuff is finally getting done on the refurbishment of the flats - the really urgent stuff that is absolutely godsdamned necessary when taking into account the huge rise in electricity costs. See, the windows both in this flat and in the other one I was living in ... weeeeell, their seals are shit. The walls keep in plenty of heat, but the windows don’t, nor do they keep out noise very well. Since it’d be nice to be warm without hitting bankruptcy this winter, replacing the windows was a necessity. This finally started happening this week just gone - Wednesday and Thursday for the other flat ... Monday and Tuesday for this one.

Now, the window guys tend to turn up at about 8:15-8:30am. That’s when I normally wake up for work. This isn’t great for me on a Monday, especially on a Monday after a particularly hard week, because I desperately need the lie-in. I mentioned this in passing to my mother the other day (I run into her on my way home from the bus stop after work while she’s walking their dog sometimes) but was basically, “Eh, well, it sucks but needs to be done; never mind”.

My stepfather called today, and let me know that he’d talked to the window men to see if they could come a little later on Monday. They were not enthused, but it sounds like he insisted. He only got about an hour or so (he said 10am but I should be ready for them by about 9:30, just in case) but that’s an hour or so I wouldn’t have had without his intervention. So my stepfather, a stickler for “Sometimes you just have to suck it up and do the thing”, called up the window men, said, “Look, could we do this a bit later on Monday at least? Yes, I know you prefer to start early but I very much want you to start a bit later, just on Monday”, and got me an extra hour of sleep on Monday. When I didn’t ask, didn’t insist, barely even complained, and that not even to his face. My mother told him I was having a rough week and was sorry to miss my Monday lie-in, and he did that.

He’s also coming by to look at the curtains to see how easily they can be removed, so they won’t be in the way of the window-men, but that’s not until about 2pm tomorrow. (That’s as much for him as for me, honestly; he’s not a morning person either.)

I still have some peanut butter cookies from last week’s baking, and he shall be offered some when he comes. Also I’ve got a few more peppermint patties and some chocolate to melt to dip them in, and that’ll even clear up more freezer space if I dip them and send him home with some for him and my mother. His love language involves “doing something in a less convenient way even though he hates it, just for the comfort of the people around him”; mine involves sharing - “here is a thing that I made / found / generally enjoy; I hope that it brings you joy”. Neither are better or worse than the other; just mine’s a little more in-your-face. ...Okay, a lot more in-your-face.

It will definitely be nice to have decent windows. Not that I don’t leave the windows open this time of year anyway (I’m enjoying the cooler weather while I can; we’re going back up to 25C on Monday), but it’ll make me feel better when the cold comes. And also stop the noise from the absolute fucking jackasses who, to give a purely random example, decided to have a massive bong party in the parking lot last night. I’m sure hot-boxing appeals to some people, but I don’t want to be involuntarily hot-boxed in my own house. And if I wanted to hear that much profanity, I’d just listen to Korn.

[drawlfoy]

Wonders of Ohio P.10

masterlist request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: no way 

summary: american high school senior y/n y/l/n is in for a surprise when her british exchange student is a little...odd. 

warnings (AYO please pay attention to these this time it’s not just swearing): swearing, underage drinking (no i do not condone this ig), beginning elements of smut but def not too explicit, i think you can consider it dubcon ?? if both people are drunk bc i don’t think you can actually consent if youre drunk (plz rest assured tho they are both 18 hehe)

a/n: “hey where did this come from” yeah so hey yall ive never written such an intense scene before but i’ve spent so much time w these characters that i decided i kind of had to. there’s no like...real sex in this and i don’t imagine that i’d describe it in this much detail if i ever decided to write it but um.. anyways. i hope y’all enjoy. thanks for suffering for this long ! i hope i’ve made it worth it 

word count: 4k

music recs: 

cloud 9 -- beach bunny

the adults are talking -- the strokes

anything from the strokes tbh 

tags ! :) @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @straightzoinked @imintoodeeptostop @naiomimoonshard @jejegu @ophelia-enthusiast @alwaysbeanunknownfan @nearly-memories @litty-dumb @callieclearwater @malfoy-wife15 @charlenasaxen @belladaises @fiantomartell @writeandtranslate @erisdogwood @loveissupernatural @sycathorn-slush @big-galaxy-chaos

“Thank fucking god for the generator,” said Y/N as she flew around the kitchen, banging pots and pans together in her quest to make New Year’s Eve breakfast. Draco was sitting, unamused and completely silent, at the table. They’d been snowed in for a few days now with her parents nowhere near able to make it to the suburbs. For some reason, the entire city of Cincinnati had decided that the day before Christmas was the best time to schedule maintenance on literally every single one of their plows. “Can you imagine living here without heat? Or power? I’d die.”

Draco hummed in response. A glance over confirmed that he was deep in thought, a scarlet colored letter clutched firmly in his hand (hello, Nathaniel Hawthorne). Jealousy curdled inside of her as her thoughts turned to a dark place--it was Pansy, that Pansy Parkinson. 

Knowing her intuition, she was probably his grandmother or something. Why else would she have written so many letters?

After she finished plating all of the pancakes, she allowed herself to sneak a peek at the envelope. 

Astoria Greengrass

She frowned. Astoria? She’d never seen that name before. 

“What is this?” asked Draco as he picked up his fork to poke at the pancake on his plate.

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Have you never had a pancake before?”

“A pancake?” He gave his plate a stern look. “It looks...like a soggy pastry.”

“Fuck you, I made that,” responded Y/N. “Try it with butter and maple syrup. And then tell me it’s a soggy pastry.”

She took out her fork and knife, demonstrating very clearly what she meant as she spread butter over the top of her pancake. She’d learned that Draco was too proud to ask what she meant when she introduced him to American/muggle foods--the last time he tried to deduce something himself, he ended up pouring ketchup over the top of his hamburger bun instead of actually putting it on the patty. 

A sense of satisfaction flowed into her as she saw him follow suit, spreading the warmed butter and dipping a cut piece in syrup. He raised it to his lips, taking a delicate bite.

“Americans really have this for breakfast?”

“Yeah…is something wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” He grimaced. “This isn’t breakfast. This is dessert food.”

“God, your life must be so sad back home,” said Y/N. “What does your family make you eat--just straight unbuttered bread under the guise of it being a real breakfast food? Do they let you dip it in your unsweetened, weak tea if you’re good?”

He scoffed. “You have no idea how I live back at home.”

“And, judging from this conversation, I don’t have any desire to know any more.”

They ate in silence for the next few minutes. Y/N smiled when she saw Draco reach for a second pancake.

“Two desserts? Draco, I know it’s New Year’s, but don’t get too off the hinges,” she teased. 

He rolled his eyes, but she could tell her was fighting back a smile. “Speaking of which, how do you celebrate New Year’s?”

Draco looked up and met her eyes. “Sorry?”

“How do you celebrate tonight? With your family or your friends, or your...whatever.” The cold reality of the fact that she did not really know if he was dating someone back home set in.

“Oh, I don’t usually. It’s not really a big thing in the magical community,” he mused, unaware of her sudden panic.

“Well,” she said. “I always celebrate New Year’s with my friends. I didn’t tell you this sooner because I didn’t think that you were going to be here, but I’m kind of hosting a party here tonight. With anyone who can walk here.”

“Oh.” He took a sip of his tea. “Will it be like the Halloween party at Sylvia’s?”

“What do you mean?” She smiled. “Do you mean, will there be drinking?”

He shrugged in response, avoiding eye contact.

“There definitely can be,” she continued, her smile widening. “Last year we played this dumb drinking game over this card game--if you lost, you took a shot. It was fun. We could do that again.”

She settled down to eat, digging into two of the pancakes. They were really good--she wasn’t Gordon Ramsay by any means, but she did breakfast food pretty well. But at the mention of her friends, a realization hit her. “Oh. Draco?”

He raised an eyebrow and met her eyes.

“Um, can I tell you something?” 

He dipped his head in recognition while Y/N cleared her throat.

“So, um, I forgot about this,” she began, “but while you were gone, I kind of had to scramble to figure out what to tell everyone about why we were avoiding each other before you left. And why you left so suddenly and why I didn’t know.”

He was still watching her in curious silence. 

“So, I really didn’t want to slip up or say anything about...you.” Y/N paused to take a sip of her tea, deciding to not try to look at Draco again. “So I decided to tell Sylvia and Lizzy that I told you my feelings for you and you didn’t return them.”

A clang startled her enough to look up. Draco was staring, completely frozen. His fork had fallen into the syrup on his plate, handle and all.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“I mean, oh, fuck. Um.” She smiled at him, hoping it was going to distract from her audible stumble. “Obviously, I made it all up. I mean, both sides! But what’s important is that they bought it, and now they’re probably going to give you a little shit for not liking me ‘back’. So I’m sorry about that.”

“Made it all up, huh?” His voice had a surprisingly teasing lilt. 

“Yes, that is in fact what I said,” she responded, hoping that her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt hot.

“Is it really now?” 

“Draco!” 

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be back. I need a new fork.”

“Just wipe off the handle of the one you have now--Draco, why are you getting up? Stop!”

~ 

To her disappointment, none of her friends were able to show. Sylvia and Lizzy made a concerted effort to try and convince their family to let them brave the walk, but once another flurry started up outside, it was hopeless. Her face turned pink whenever she thought about the fact that she hadn’t even needed to tell Draco the thing that made her slip up in the first place. 

Y/N, disappointed but not surprised, told Draco that she still wanted to celebrate, even if it was just with him. He’d snorted at this--asking her why she made it seem like such a burden--but once she produced a yellow glass bottle and a deck of cards and told him she bet that she was going to beat his sorry ass, he caved.

She started with a heavy lead, but once Draco learned the rules and strategies of the slightly convoluted Go Fish game, he proved to be a worthy match. They played until around 11:45 when the bottle was about 3/4 full and Y/N was feeling the pleasant warmth of being slightly intoxicated. Once she noticed the time, she threw her cards on the table. 

“Let’s watch the ball drop,” Y/N said with no further explanation, even when Draco looked to her for one. She grabbed the bottle and his hand, pulling him up the stairs to her room. The remote control for her TV was a struggle to find--it was all the way tucked back in her nightstand drawer--but thankfully the channel was already set. 

“You forgot the cups,” Draco said, staring down at the opened bottle held in his hand.

“You can get them if you want,” she managed.

“You should! You forgot them.”

“Too far,” she whined, flopping to lean back on her pillows while Draco followed suit. His hair smelled like peppermint. Without much more thought, she moved close enough that their shoulders were touching. He didn’t move away--instead, he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a drink directly. 

“Your New Year’s traditions are weird as fuck,” he murmured as he watched Savannah Guthrie on the screen. He didn’t have to speak very loud for her to hear him, and it seemed like he knew this.

“Oh, you haven’t even heard it all yet,” said Y/N. “We’ve got a tradition to kiss someone going into the New Year. New Year’s kiss, I guess. I’m sure you can imagine the kind of drama that creates.”

“What d’you mean?”

“You don’t have to be dating to kiss someone, sometimes people just...do it. As friends.” Y/N reached over to the bottle and took a swig herself, feeling the warmth trickle down her throat.

“Take it easy,” he tutted, pulling the bottle away from her before taking another drink himself. 

“Hey! Says you!”

“Because I can actually hold my liquor well,” he teased, giving her a shove.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“You just kept getting worse and worse at whatever that game was,” he told her matter-of-factly.

“Give it here,” she said, reaching across his chest to where he was holding the bottle, out and above his head. She hoped he couldn’t tell how much this side of him filled her with glee. “That’s not fair!”

“Not fair, huh?” He raised an eyebrow and met her eyes as he held it up even further into the air. His voice was startlingly low. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

Before she could muster up a response, the TV began playing the audio for the New Year’s Countdown.

10!

Y/N wasn’t sure if she was supposed to answer--or if he was just...flirting?

9!

He managed to set the bottle on her nightstand without taking his eyes off of her.

8!

The hand she had used to reach across him with was now pressed into his side of the bed, supporting her as she hovered over him.

7!

Without moving any part of her body, she dared to glance at his parted lips.

6!

Maybe telling him about the kiss tradition was a stupid idea.

5!

His hand, warm and soft,  reached up to brush a piece of hair away from her cheekbone. 

4! 

His fingers lingered on the outline of her jaw.

3!

2!

1!

He was kissing her before the cheers from the TV even had the chance to bounce around the room, both hands cupping her face and pulling her in so desperately that it took her breath away.

Her hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, and then, eventually his hair. It was just as soft as she imagined it to be. They started out innocently enough--closed mouth kisses and only their hands touching each other above the shoulders--but once she tugged on his hair (mostly by accident) something...shifted. 

Suddenly he was on top of her, and suddenly her leg was wrapped around him as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. It occurred to her that this was no longer just a New Year’s kiss. He tasted of lemon and sugar--and was notably better at what he was doing than any of the people she’d kissed before. Or maybe it was the alcohol clouding her judgement. Regardless, she liked whatever was going on. His hands had drifted from her face to her neck to her hair to her shoulder, gently tracing the outline of her bra strap. She brushed her hand down his chest, pulling gently at the collar on his shirt. Only when his leg pressed up into her and her breath hitched did she realize the weight of their situation.

The way he pulled away to hover over her signaled that he’d had the same revelation, his eyes wide as he stared down at her. “Um…”

“Yeah?” Dread crept into her despite the pleasant haze she was in. 

He swallowed, hard. “I can’t believe I did that.”

Draco was on the other side of the bed in seconds, wringing his hands and keeping his eyes fixed on her floor. “Oh, my god, I can’t believe I did that. I’m sorry. I’m drunk and I’m not thinking straight. I’m so sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” She didn’t know if he wanted her to touch him, but she wanted so badly to place a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Did you not want...it?”

He scoffed and turned his gaze up to the ceiling. “I had too much to drink. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Y/N felt the blood drain from her face as she fell back on the bed.

That’s all it was. A drunken mistake. 

Tears pricked at her eyes as she surveyed her options. Despite the fact that she was drunk off her ass, she knew she couldn’t just tell him to leave without making her feelings clear. She never explicitly told him that she wanted him and it wasn’t like she moaned his name or anything--thank god--but what other option did she have? She didn’t want to cry in front of him, and if he stayed in her room any longer he would without a doubt witness her alcohol induced cry fest. 

NBC finally switched to ads, and Y/N granted herself permission to mourn the fact that Flo from Progressive would forever be ruined for her. 

It was dark enough for her to quickly reach up and wipe her eyes undetected, granting her enough confidence to sit up and look at him directly. “You don’t get to just...kiss me like that. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” he said. His hands were clasped tightly together and rested on his nose. “Fuck. Of course I know.”

“But you can tell me you meant it to be just as friends,” she told him, hoping he couldn’t see how hard she was fighting back a new wave of tears. 

“As friends,” he repeated, his tone flat. 

“As friends,” she said. 

“I don’t think either of us are daft enough to believe that.” 

Her stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe things are different in America, but I don’t see you doing that sort of thing with Lizzy.”

“We can forget about this. It’s fine. I know you regret it.”

He exhaled, his breath long and shaky. “I didn’t stop because I regretted it.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because…”

“Is it because I’m a muggle?” His silence was everything she needed for an answer. “Okay. I had a feeling.”

“Y/N, it’s not like...I don’t know how to explain it.” He still wouldn’t make eye contact with her. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“About what?” 

“About this!” he said, dramatically gesturing to her. “About everything!”

“I don’t understand.” The tears began pricking in the corners of her eyes again despite her best efforts. 

Draco finally looked at her. She was shocked by how genuinely distressed he looked--the last time he looked at her like this, she’d been laying on the ground outside of the antique sore. “I don’t expect you to.”

His tone was low, careful. He was holding back.

“Can you just tell me how you feel about me, then? Just so I know?”

“It’s not that--” He stopped himself, sucking in another breath before he continued. “I shouldn’t. It’s not right of me.” He groaned, flopping onto his back and covering his face. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Hey,” Y/N said, reaching out to awkwardly pat his shoulder. “I meant it when I said that we could just forget about it. We’re friends, Draco. Just friends. I know you didn’t mean it. Let’s just pretend this never happened, ok?”

He was quiet for a bit before responding. “Did you...want me to kiss you? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?”

“As in, did you want me to stop?”

“Oh.” Y/N cracked her knuckles. “You didn’t violate me if you’re asking to gauge how guilty you should be.” 

“I’m glad to hear that, but that’s not why I’m asking.”

“Okay,” she said simply. He was still laying in her bed, and she hated the fact that her bed was going to smell like him until she washed everything. 

“So?” He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer.”

“We’re friends, Draco.” She sent him a weak smile as she repeated her previous sentiment. “I trust you, so you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” 

She was aware of the fact that her sentence didn’t exactly track, but she wasn’t particularly concerned with the literary quality of her speech.

“That still doesn’t answer my other question.”

“I…” She felt her throat dry up. “I want--I wanted you to kiss me. I’ve wanted you to kiss me for a while now.” 

At this, he finally sat up and looked her in the eyes. She thought she could see the briefest glint of relief pass over his face before he managed to rein it back to a neutral expression.

“Did you want to kiss me?”

“I was the one who kissed you, not the other way around, yeah?”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” she snipped, hoping he caught on to her mocking. She’d missed sparring with him. 

“Yes, I kissed you because I wanted to, not for some weird ulterior motive,” he responded, rolling his eyes despite the fact that his cheeks were clearly very pink, even in her dimly lit room. “Though I agree it’s best if we just stayed friends.”

“Yeah.” She felt her face fall, but she managed to catch it before she looked too devastated. “It’s all water under the bridge. Now we know not to drink together again.”

“That too.” He shifted, clearing his throat before making eye contact with her again with an uncharacteristically soft expression. “But the damage is already done, I suppose?”

“I suppose,” she echoed. “You wanted to kiss me? Actually?”

“Should we really talk about this? After what we just said about staying friends?”

“We’re going to feel regret tomorrow morning no matter what we do now, “ said Y/N. “Might as well.”

He smiled one of his rare smiles--the ones where his eyes went all soft and he dipped his head to hide it. “Yes. I really do. Want to kiss you, that is.”

“I really want you to kiss me,” she blurted out before slapping her hand over her mouth in shock. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” 

His smile morphed into more of a smirk as he crept closer, his hand resting on top of her knee. “So can I do it again?”

“Draco…” She sighed.

“The damage is already done,” he repeated as he reached his hand up to brush a lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers dragging down her neck. The smug look that formed on his face after she drew a quick breath in confirmed that he knew what he was doing, that fucker. “You said it yourself--we’re just friends.”

“I’m going to hate myself in the morning if I say yes.”

 Draco’s hand drifted over her jaw, his thumb pausing to trace over her bottom lip. “You can hate me instead.” 

This time, it didn’t surprise her so much when he leaned in. He was notably less desperate, taking time to draw breaths in between kisses and lacing his fingers through hers, squeezing. Once he seemed satisfied, he lifted her chin and brushed the hair away from her neck, kissing down from her jaw to her collarbone. She shivered, and he drew her closer by wrapping his arms around her until she was sitting on his lap.

“Wow, you’re such a good friend, Draco,” she managed to joke. She could feel the smirk that formed on his lips as it passed over her clavicle.

 “Shut up.” His teeth grazed over her delicate skin before he sucked, eliciting a gasp from her. She could feel him smile again. 

His hands teased the bottom hemline of her sweater, his fingers tangling in the fabric but not moving it. She sucked in a breath, feeling his hands ghost over her skin. 

“Are you okay with…”

“Yes!” The answer came out much quicker than she would’ve liked, but the grin on Draco’s face made it completely worth the momentary embarrassment as he helped her out of the thick cable-knit sweater. “Now is your chance to dote on me and tell me how beautiful I am. As a friend, of course.”

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” he said. He looked like he was positively glowing as she smiled and leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. His hands found her back and hesitated over her bra clasp.

Before he had a chance to do anything, Y/N started fiddling with the buttons on his white shirt, successfully undoing the first two before she noticed that Draco had frozen completely.

“Is something wrong?”

“Kind of,” he said. “Maybe...not now, okay?”

“I had a feeling that was too much,” she admitted, reaching for her top before realizing he’d tossed it across her bedroom floor and suddenly feeling very exposed.

“It’s not that…” he said, trailing off. “I just...should probably tell you some things before my shirt comes off. And I don’t think tonight is the best time for that.”

“Oh.” Y/N tried to make herself look like she understood whatever he was on about. “Yeah, of course. Oh! Is it about that tattoo you tried to gaslight me into believing didn’t exist?”

“Y/N!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t gaslight you!”

“Here you go again,” she huffed. “I rest my case.” 

“And I am not getting into that now,” he said. “I didn’t want to talk about it for very good reason.” 

She reached up to his shoulders, dragging her fingertips over his collarbones and watching as he gazed up at her. “That’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

The corners of his lips turned up at this, and she took the opportunity to press a chaste kiss on the edge of his mouth. “I think we should go to sleep. We have enough material to regret for tomorrow at this point. Any more and I think we’ll be getting greedy, so--”

Draco cut her off with one last kiss, his fingers splayed out across her back, pulling her impossibly close before finally releasing her.

“Agreed.” He let out a sigh before sliding her off him and standing up to grab her runaway sweater. “Do you want to sleep in this? Or do you want me to get you something else from your dresser while I’m up?”

“Um…” She was frozen at the prospect of him watching her change clothes. “Probably something else. Top left drawer--just pick whatever.”

He sifted through her piles of random T-shirts before settling on one with the UChicago logo and tossing it to her. 

Y/N pulled it over her head, grateful for the fact that he wasn’t staring at her with only a black lace bra that barely did its job. 

“So, uh, I think I should probably go then,” he said. 

She fought the urge to ask him to stay. “Yeah, that’d be best.”

His mouth opened like he was about to say something, but he closed it and frowned. “So I guess this is goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Draco,” she replied. “I’ll look forward to agonizing over this in the morning.”

Once the sounds of his footsteps heading down the hall faded, she finally allowed herself to flop back onto her now Draco-scented sheets.

What the fuck just happened.

final a/n: hellooooooo ! it finally happened! i hope this didn’t seem rushed or unnatural to you guys but like. it’s been over 30k words and i thought you guys deserved something. yes i am going to be leaning into the whole “we’re just friends” trope while definitely not being just friends. yes i am going to drag astoria into this i’m excited i hope yall enjoyed

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The Justice League Meets the Avengers Pt. 1

In an alternate reality where Steve and Tony mended their relationship and Thanos never came, the Avengers meet for a family game night. Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Stephen Strange, Bruce Banner, and surprisingly enough Loki all gather. The night is going well, everyone is getting along, though there is some tension. Clint and Natasha are still suspicious of Loki, but the tense atmosphere is broken by Peter asking Loki about magic. At first the conversation is nice, lighthearted. Loki's obvious excitement over magic is humanizing, so much so that Clint almost, almost, warms up to the trickster. However, when Peter starts asking about alternate dimensions things start going downhill. The following transcript outlines the events that take place that strange evening.

Peter, looking very excited: So alternate Dimensions are real?

Loki, with a bashful smile: Well of course, assuming that we are the only dimension in this infinite universe is rather close minded.

Peter: Thank you! That's what I said to Flash, we can not be the only reality, that'd be insane!

Tony: I'm not disagree with underoos or peppermint patty, but have we ever seen these dimensions?

Stephen: I've been to several.

Bruce Banner, with a spoon full of ice cream hanging out of his mouth: R'lly?!

Stephen, raises an eyebrow clearly unimpressed: I am the Sorcerer Supreme. Of course I've been to alternate realities.

Thor: Ha! You mortals are so easily impressed, are they not brother?

Loki, with a mischievous smile: They are. Thor and I have also visited several realities.

Clint: I call bullshit.

Wanda: Actually, while I have not been to any alternate dimensions, I can confirm their existence as well.

Sam: Ha, fine, then take us to one.

Loki's smile widens, Stephen looks like he wants to intervene, but Tony speaks up first.

Tony: Yeah, what tweety bird said.

Sam glares at Tony and Bucky chuckles.

Loki looks absolutely delighted, which Natasha and Clint find very concerning: As you wish.

Stephen: NO-

---- The Justice League Watchtower----

A gathering of the Justice League takes place. Batman is in a heated debate with Green Lantern about watchtower security. Wonder Woman, Superman, Aquaman, and Flash watch the debate. Wonder Woman looks amused, the others seem to pity Green Lantern.

Green Lantern: I'm just saying Batman is being way too paranoid! The watchtower is completely secure, there's no way anyone can get in.

A giant green portal opens and out of comes eleven strangers. Some of the strangers look confused, some annoyed, and one looks very smug.

Batman narrows his eyes at Green Lantern as the entire League leaps to their feet.

Green Lantern: Fine. You were right, happy now?

Batman: No.

Tony: WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE LOKI?!?!

Loki just shrugs

Steve: Who are these people?

Wonder Woman: I believe my team mates and myself have the same question.

Clint glances to Natasha and notices that she and Bucky are already in defensive positions. He follows their lead and shortly after all Avengers, except Peter, are in defensive positions.

Peter: Holy crap! Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark! We're in an alternate dimension!!

Tony: Uh, yeah, not the time kid.

Peter looks around, for the first time he realizes that he's the only one not in a fighting stance: Oh, uh sorry!

Batman: Who are you and what do you? Answer in the next five seconds and maybe we will allow you to leave.

Green Lantern: Yeah, what he said.

Batman glares at Green Lantern.

Steve: Maybe we should all just calm down. We meant no harm, this is all a big mistake. I-

Batman: Names. Now.

Peter: Wow Mr. Stark, that guys sorta scary.

Tony: My name is Tony Stark. The kid's name is Peter. Tall, dark, and cranky over their is Bucky. The peacemaker is Steve-

Batman steps forward to interrupt, Superman stops him.

Superman: If you do not mind, I think we were hoping for first and last names.

Tony: Fine, that's Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Don't worry about the kid's last name.

Flash: Alright, and the others?

Steve: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, and Bruce Banner. And those two are Thor and Loki Odinson. And you are?

Superman: We are the Justice League. You may call me Superman. That is Wonder Woman, then Green Lantern, Aquaman, Flash, and the angry looking one is Batman.

Batman glares at Superman.

Batman: Where are you from and what do you want?

Sam: Look man, I get that you don't want us here, but honestly this is all a big accident. We were asking about magic and alternate dimensions and that asshole decided to give us a demonstration. We can leave right now.

Loki makes a few odd hand gestures and mumbles some curses. Superman looks concerned, Batman looks unimpressed, Wonder Woman looks slightly amused.

Thor: Brother, I believe that was your cue to send us back.

Loki: Obviously, I'm not a complete moron. Just, just give me a moment.

Stephen: Did you take us to an alternate dimension with no escape plan?

Loki: ...no

Bruce: What the hell man?! God I knew that should have gone to Valkyrie's party.

Clint: Valkyrie had a party?

Bucky: Not the point Clint.

Batman: I'm contacting our magic users. Green Lantern, escort our guests to the holding cells.

Tony: Holding cells? That seems excessive.

Batman: You can go willingly or we can use force. Your decision.

Superman, glares at Batman: What my team mate is trying to say, is that we don't know if your story is true or not. We have many enemies and can't take any risks.

Green Lantern: Yeah, especially cause the kids are here today.

Batman glares at Green Lantern and takes a step towards him. Superman places a hand on Batman's shoulder to stop him.

Superman: Batman, please do not maim any team mates, you don't want to give Robin any ideas do you? Green Lantern, we will be discussing your conduct.

Peter: Wait, there are other kids here? Can I meet them!

Batman: No.

Seeing Peter's hurt look Batman softens.

Batman: At least, not now. Let us gather more information on the current situation first.

Aquaman: We could expedite this process if we bring in Martian Manhunter.

Wonder Woman: He is currently off world, but I do believe Miss Martian is here. I can have her meet us in holding.

Tony: I'm not letting you put my kid in a cell. Considering you seem to also have mentees I believe you would understand.

Batman: The kid has to wait in a cell too. We must look out for everyone's safety.

Green Lantern: Didn't one of your kids have a box of heads?

Batman looks absolutely murderous, but before he can respond a faint giggling echoes through the room. Everyone except Batman looks very confused.

Batman: Spoiler go back to the the training room right now. And take the others with you.

Spoiler: Dammit.

Robin: You imbecile, you got us caught.

Nightwing: C'mon baby bird be nice!

Red Hood: Shut it dick bag, you're the one who almost sneezed.

Batman: Language Red Hood!

The Avengers chuckle and look at Steve.

Red Hood: Fuck off Bats! Also, Green Night Light, it was a duffle bag. Easier to carry around.

Bruce: Oh my god a duffle bag of heads?

Green Lantern: THAT'S NOT BETTER

Red Hood: I'M SORRY I WAS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING.

Natasha and Bucky shrug, while everyone else looks horrified.

Natasha: Honestly, that's fair.

Red Hood: Thank you! I told you she'd be the cool one, you owe me five bucks.

Arsenal: Seriously Hood? We have a joint bank account?

Batman: Hood we will be discussing your financial decisions.

Stephen: Not to question your leadership, but are those really the decisions that you should be questioning??

Flash: Yeah... no offense Bats but I got agree with weird robe guy.

Batman: Just take them to the holding cells. I'm contacting our magic users.

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3/13/22

I realized recently I did 2 self sabotaging things. I was able to "course correct" without too much damage.

Peppermint Mocha Oat Creamer. So non dairy creamer, loved the flavor, initially thought it would be ok. On clearance, snagged it. 25 cals per tablespoon. However- 1 tbsp in a cup was not enough, I wanted 5. Let's get real- I wanted to dump that shit in like crack. I grew the strength to toss it because it was so so so delicious, it would have been a binge trigger.

Gummy vitamins. 25c for 2. X twice a day= 50. Too sweet to have around, I end up eating more than I should. Now if smart sweets made one maybe ...but I realized the gummies seem to make me crave more sweets. Candy, bars, chocolate. So it doesn't just end with an ashwagandha gummy, I go looking for candy.

Fried Chicken. I brought fried chicken home under the guise that "Mom needs the calories." She had one piece. I knew if it stayed there, I was going to eat the rest. I grew the strength and tossed it.

Incidents like this used to happen all the time. If I want some chicken, I can air fry some nuggies. Or eat the sausages or patties. Or rotisserie chicken. All are healthier options. I don't need FRIED chicken.

And I know it makes me sick. I get heart burn so bad.

I am not sure why I did these things. I know better. I am getting better and identifying and preventing sabotaging behavior, both self and other.

I have not always been this strong, it has been a work in progress.

I hope I am strong enough to go forth and continue. I still have a considerable amount to lose. I need to be consistent.

I did have some pizza and a cupcake last night at the drag show. I also got like 12,000 steps. I was the tip collector. It wasn't a big deal, I didn't get to eat much beforehand and it was a long experience. I could have been better prepared.

I weighed 258.4 yesterday after a nap. This may have caused me to eat more and *that* may have been a sabotaging behavior. But when I tallied the calories, I really didn't have many so I am going to say no on that.

The thing about having a LONG weight loss journey is.... people always seem to notice at the wrong times. I hit my heaviest weight like two or 3 times between 2015 and 2018. I have been working on this since 2018. And I plateaued for 2 years. I just recently got everything going again. One of my friends said something about me losing and it wigged me out a little.

I need to stay strong and get this done. And delve a little deeper as to WHY it bothers me when people notice. Mostly it really sucks that people DON'T notice. So I don't know if that is my mentally waiting for sabotage behavior from them. I notice that I don't want people who are bigger and are "competitive" to notice, if that makes any sense. I do know that these people have tried to "compete" with me before but I don't know the motivations for that.

I am almost 60 pounds down. People SHOULD be noticing. I am looking damn damn fine! Anywho- gotta figure that out.

Here is to losing the next 100 pounds and beyond. But here is my disclaimer- if my body fat gets too low, I will stop. If I start noticing that I am losing too much muscle mass, I will stop. And if I need to stop higher than my goal, that is ok. I am uniquely me and I want to keep my sense of self and my "me-ness." And part of that Me Ness is my muscles.

Edited for corrected spelling.