#JC on a bike

[kramlabs]

https://rumble.com/v3x95kp-jj-couey-on-immune-system-and-intramuscular-injections.html

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https://rumble.com/v3xra8e-joseph-lee-md-explains-his-vaccine-injury-theory.html

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[fatalrepetition]

pt.2 of trc and leyendecker

no, gansey is not wearing boat shoes, or a polo shirt. no, i am not going to do that ever.

pt. 1

[fruchtchen]

Steve Balsamo, Joanna Ampil, and Zubin Varla (1996)

http://balsamo-deighton.blogspot.com/2017/02/steve-balsamo-and-cast-members-jesus.html

[5-htreuptakeinhibitor]

omg hiiiiiiiii

[gravitywonagain]

the best kiki's delivery service au is actually wen yuan as kiki, the twin jades running the bakery, wei wuxian as ursula (the boss bitch painter in the woods), and jingyi as tombo

[sasukimimochi]

so a quick blurb for this:

wwx was on the way somewhere on his bike and accidentally locked eyes with lwj and lwj was instantly smitten. lwj immediately called his brother and revealed he's definitely not ace (he felt nothing for anyone before this so he was shocked) he's not sure why at all but really wants to see him again.

wwx didn't have time to stop so he went on, but he comes back through there sometimes hoping he sees him again (so does lwj)

They missed each other a bunch of times, but eventually they randomly met again, doing something completely normal like grocery shopping! They hit it off immediately and finally get into proper contact, and one day... 😳 💖 👻🐇 they start dating!

I'm in love with a new brush so I started doodling and then created modern ghost/bunny (from ghost of mine) kjhgsdfg- so have my sketch ! really like how I drew wwx. the other stuff was on the fly so...ignore their haircuts I'm iffy abt em XD I love wwx here tho the mid-length suits him.

anyway hi sorry I've been quiet I've been working on JC & Jiang disciple design stuff (as well as writing for TWPT of course!!) so I've been occupied! I'm still occupied of course, but I was feeling rly tired today so I just started doodling and I got here.

Check out my other MDZS stuff here! ❤

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[snapthistiger]

exercise 02012024

bike ride to the gym

8 x 10 incline sit ups

3 x 10 pec machine

3 x 10 lat raise

3 x 10 low row

45 minute spin class

3 x 10 cable row

3 x 10 cable press

bike ride to my Mom's and the library, then home

the gym workers received Hershey kisses

checked on my Mom after the gym. she was reading the Johnny Cash biography. i brought the newspaper in and gave her a new library book on the travels of Jacqueline Kennedy. as soon as she saw the new book, she said she was finished with the Johnny Cash biography

returned the JC biography to the library

top left = new books and DVDs at the library

bottom left = the sun peaking through gray skies

bottom right = landscaping service sign. i like how the flower is also in the shape of a hand

i think i'm coming down with a cold. mild symptoms so far

hope you have a peaceful afternoon and evening..

[xplrvibes]

I'm so proud of Sam for his marathon thing and for Colby in helping set it all up and all their friends in running their mile stretches. lets all raise a glass to them and say fuck cancer honestly.

Yes, defintiely!

I've been watching JC's stream of the whole event and watching the stream gave a lot of perspective and insight into how much coordination and planning went into all this. The fact that they pulled it off is really something!

And for those who don't know, here's a breakdown of how the marathon is structured:

There is one (sometimes two) people running one mile each with Sam, then swapping out with another person. (Jake jokingly said that Sam organized the runner schedule based on who he likes the most, hence why Colby was the first mile and Jake was the 3rd - to which JC responded with "and why Sam's siblings are number 18?" 🤣)

They've got people ferrying the runners to the mile markers and then back to home base after their mile is done.

All 26 + runners are joining in for the last .02 miles to cross the finish line with Sam.

Sam has a trainer following him on a bike, as well as 2 videographers following him with professional looking camera equipment recording the entire thing.

Colby has been back at the home base helping to coordinate everything; he is supposedly going to livestream the end on instagram (JC will also be livestreaming the end on twitch).

Whatever they raise today will be matched by an official sponsor.

The effort that went into this is mindblowing, truly. Congrats to them and to everyone who participated!

[eddies-house]

Rock Bottom - A Rhiannon Story - E.M

Girl Dad!Eddie x Step Mom!Reader

4K Words

An additional story to this blurb. Eddie is feeling run down and invalidates himself as a dad but you’re there to mend him back together.

Warnings - angst, sad thoughts, insecurity, a smidge of smut but nothing major

A/N - This is not proofread, I was just in my feels and kept writing.

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Eddie is having a particularly hard time on a Friday night, he had urged you to go out on a girls night with Robin because you deserve it so now he’s trying to entertain his mini me throughout the evening until bedtime.  Movies have been watched, finger paintings are littered across the kitchen counter, toys are scattered around the cozy living room, and an abandoned plate of dinosaur chicken nuggets sit atop the coffee table—all indications of how hard he’s been trying to keep her occupied.  They even played outside until it got dark, Eddie teaching her how to ride a bike and encouraging her as her wobbly legs peddled down the driveway.  A few cuts and scrapes didn’t stop her, only because every time she fell her dad would pretend he wasn’t paying attention, the broken fence down the street suddenly interested him.  He knew babying her every time she got hurt would only make her wail, letting out the loudest cries imaginable.  This way she would keep getting up and trying again.

Exhausted was an understatement for how Eddie felt.  He felt obliterated by the simple act of being a parent today.  Guilt plagued his mind as he thought of all the ways he could be a better parent, he just couldn’t see himself measuring up to the higher class citizens of Hawkins who could provide their kids with the newest toys and the most eccentric birthday parties.  He couldn’t afford the trampoline Rhin saw at the store that she squealed over, shouting about being able to do gymnastics like the girls she’s seen on TV.  Couldn’t even afford the name brand stuff at the grocery store, always purchasing the least expensive option.  The auto shop he worked at, Sal's, paid decently and was enough to cover the mortgage on the tiny house the two of you picked out eight months ago along with your contribution from your job as a sales associate at the JC Penny at the mall.  He’d also pick up shifts at The Hideout when he could for some extra cash.  It wasn’t a lavish lifestyle and he hated himself for not being able to give you and Rhin everything you deserved.

Every time you and Eddie started a savings jar, sat neatly on the dresser of your shared bedroom, you’d have to empty it out for some kind of emergency like the time a leak in the roof turned into a waterfall one summer night when it rained especially hard.  The hole in the ceiling of your hallway made you both sigh in frustration but you had to have it patched up and ended up with a hefty bill, paid by none other than your savings jar.  

Nausea threatened Eddie as he went through the bills laid out on the kitchen counter before him.  Everything was adding up—lights, gas, water, mortgage, phone, the loan he took out to pay for some tools he needed at work.  Though he wanted to puke his guts out from utter irritation at the situation, he was forced to give himself a reality check as he felt a tug at his jeans, his daughter looking up at him with huge brown eyes.  Not just huge brown eyes, huge brown eyes just seconds from crying.  Before he can bend down and ask what’s wrong, she’s howling with cries.

“Daddy, I-I ripped my drawing!!”  He doesn’t hesitate when he picks her up and holds her to his chest, wanting to cry as well but for other reasons beyond her comprehension.  Bouncing her up and down to soothe her, he cradles her head and paces around the kitchen.  Summer was about halfway through and the bugs were screaming outside, a symphony of chirps through the screen windows letting some much needed air into the house.  “S’ okay Rhin, you wanna make a new one?”  He asks hopefully, knowing it’s a long shot.  Her snotty little face rubs into his T-shirt as she shakes her head, sobs escaping her tiny body.  “Okay, okay, shhh.  I can tape it back together, huh?  We’ll tape it together, good as new.”  Eddie only prays that she calms down soon because his emotions are riding high too and he can’t bear the guilt of crying in front of his daughter.  “T-t-tape it together?” She mumbles against his chest, voice wobbling, her hands clenching his shirt tightly.  Her dad nods, still bouncing her up and down.  “Yeah, c’mon.  Daddy will fix it.”  He won’t admit it but a single tear trails down his cheek as he sniffles and goes to sit down in front of the coffee table, setting Rhin gently on the couch while he kneels on the floor.  He’s able to repair the drawing, leaving his daughter smiling however his heart still breaks for the future.  A future where his daughter sees him as a deadbeat, where he carries on the Munson legacy of shitty dads.  I will always be ten steps behind.

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Robin pulls into the driveway as you hum along to the radio in the passenger seat, gravel crunching beneath the tires and the smell of bonfire lingering in the air.  The local seniors must be doing their yearly tradition before they embark on their final year in high school.  The car jerks abruptly as Robin breaks, a quirk of hers—break checking.  

“Okay, this is your stop!” She chirps, fingers drumming against the steering wheel.  

For girl’s night the two of you went to the movies, something you didn’t get around to a lot anymore since taking on the role of a mom.  The movie was okay but nothing to write home about.  After, you and Robin ended up on the curb outside talking on and on about anything and everything since it wasn’t something you got to do all the time.  Just catching up.  

“Bye, Robin!  We’ll pick up where we left off next time.  Promise.” You refer to when you cut the conversation off earlier, insisting that it was getting too late and that you wanted to get home.  She begrudgingly agreed but also understood that you had a family now and that always came first.  With a few more goodbyes, she was off, tires screeching as she backed out of the driveway and drove off.  

It was around 10:30PM now which wasn’t that late and you were grateful that Robin had sympathy toward your situation, never making you feel bad about not staying out as late as you used to.  The porch lights illuminated the way to the door as you got your keys out of your purse.  You opened the screen door and twisted the key into the lock of the white wooden door with chips in its paint job. 

The house was silent, making you think that Eddie had probably fallen asleep in Rhin’s bed with her again.  The TV displayed a blue screen, the VHS tape it played before being finished ready to be rewinded.  The lights were off save for a lamp in the corner of the living room offering a dim glow.  Setting your keys on the table next to the door, you kicked off your shoes and left your purse on the hook on the wall.  

Making your way to Rhin’s room, you carefully nudge the door with your finger to peer in only to find Rhin sound asleep, no Eddie.  Smiling softly at her peaceful slumber, you turn and enter your room across from hers.  It’s completely dark except for some moonlight streaming in, cascading across the queen sized bed.  Your husband is nowhere to be found and if you remember correctly, the bathroom light wasn’t on either so where could he be?  

Confused, you step back out into the hallway and head for the living room again.  The kitchen is adjacent to that, the open floor plan creating a giant room.  You hadn’t checked the kitchen however he’s not standing there either and all the lights are off.  Your feet slide across the carpet, walking to the kitchen and stepping onto the linoleum.  The house settles beneath your feet.  Flicking the light on, you suddenly catch a glimpse of curls just under the counter on the other end of the island.  You excitedly make your way over, thinking you’d just won an improved game of hide and seek.  You were so wrong.

What you find instead as you round the corner is a distraught Eddie sitting on the floor against the counter, eyes wet, lashes parting with droplets, nose red, and his knees pulled to his chest as his hands rest on top of them.  His fingers shake while he tries to soothe himself by tapping them against his knees.  Cheeks adorned in fresh tears and shaky breaths leaving his lips, his eyes show panic as he spots you.  Your heart drops at the scene in front of you, your husband absolutely broken, alone in the dark before you got there.  There was no telling how long he’d actually been there suffering in silence.  Wiping away the tears frantically with the collar of his shirt, he attempts to ward off any emotions that had washed over him, brushing them aside as he always did for the sake of those he loved.

Sliding down next to him, you tuck your knees underneath yourself as you clasp your hands in your lap, determining what to do next.  You’d seen Eddie cry before but not enough to know exactly what to do the next time it happened.  Instinct takes over and you tuck one of his curls behind his ear, ever so slightly grazing his cheek with your touch.  His gaze avoids you like a sickness, he doesn’t like to show vulnerability in times when he questions himself as a parent.  Otherwise he thinks you’ll come to realize it too, that he’s good for nothing, trailer park trash that only made it out because of you.  You leaving was one of his biggest fears, something that ate at his brain.  

Your soul aches as his lip quivers, his teeth sinking into the plushness, nearly drawing blood.  A nervous habit he had that left him with chapped lips more often than not.  He’s still dressed in his clothes from earlier, a white band t-shirt and black jeans.  The overhead light is now becoming too overwhelming and you sense that there’s a reason he left it off.  So you hop up to flick the lights off before returning to your original position in front of him.  There’s not a lot to illuminate the two of you on the kitchen floor but there’s enough from the dim lamp in the living room and the moonlight from the windows.  

“Eddie?”  You ask quiet as a mouse.  Again he grabs the front of his shirt and smears his flowing tears on it, silently begging for them to stop.  “Eddie, what happened?  Talk to me.”  Your hand grazes the top of his, rings cold to the touch before you feel the warmth of his skin as you settle your hand there.  Shaking his head, his curls bounce and he inhales shakily.  

A whisper into the darkness, barely there reaches your ears.  “Nothing.”  A lie.  An outright lie, he knows.  But it’s the only answer he can come up with, only wishing that you wouldn’t further the conversation while simultaneously knowing better and knowing that you wouldn’t give up.  He can’t stand the look on your face, the pity you offer him.

“It’s not nothing if it’s making you upset.”  You enlighten him, thumb brushing against his knuckles.  He lightly knocks the back of his head against the counter behind him, a small thump echoing in the quiet of the kitchen.  Looking at the ceiling, inhales through his nose and exhales through his mouth.  

“I’m a shitty dad.”  He’s aired out the dirty laundry, given you a peek into his mind.  The way the words roll off his tongue stab you in the heart, a bloody mess left behind with a multitude of questions.  How could you say that?  Who made you think this?  Who do I need to confront?  You don’t really believe that do you?  It all circles your brain.  A breath is caught in your throat, you nearly choking from the horrible statement he just made.  

You just wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close to you, his breath tickling your neck.  His shirt is held tightly in your hands and you find a couple of tears leaking onto the material of the back of his shirt.  His body shaking, you start to feel the front of your shirt grow wet, his hands holding your forearms desperately.

You stop yourself from falling further into a lake of tears, hand coming to rest at his jaw as he sobs into you.  “Why would you say that?”  You whisper, nose against his cheek pressing into his wet face.  There is nothing more heart wrenching than seeing him fall apart in your arms.  The way he trembles and looks so small, you’d give anything to end any pain he was going through right now.  

Pulling away slightly, his bloodshot eyes and glassy face look at you.  You shift to sit in between his legs, your knees under you as you face him, hands clasped behind his neck while his eyes are sad pools of syrup.  He speaks up, voice cracking.  “I-I can’t—I can’t give Rh-Rhin everything she w-wants.  C-can’t give my b-baby what all t-the other kids have.  C-can’t even p-pay the bills on t-time.  C-couldn’t give you a-a proper house.  O-one that doesn’t b-break all the fuckin’ t-time.”  His voice shakes as rivers continue flowing down his face.  He’s holding your thumbs in both his hands, something he does to calm down, squeezing lightly when he gets more stressed.  “N-not even a-a proper wedding.  H-had to give you a secondhand ring.  Nothing—nothing I do is good enough.”  The way he talks so lowly of himself has you almost breaking the composure you built up for him but you hold on a little bit longer.  He continues talking, he can’t stop now and as heartbreaking as it is, it’s good for him to get everything out before you swoop in and give him some clarity.  “Every fuckin’ person i-in this shitty town ha-hates us and it’s all my fault.  All my fucking fault.”  He squeezes slightly harder but not enough to hurt.  You have him release one thumb and bring your fingers up to his hair, stroking his scalp comfortingly while he still bashes himself into the ground.  “My d-daughter can’t have a normal life cause guess what?  Her dads such a-a fuck up, screwed e-everything up before she was even born!”  His wavering tone makes you want to wrap him up in a warm blanket and never see the outside world again.  “Rhin should-should have everything the other kids have!  I-I should be able to afford that-that damn trampoline!”  His features flash with rage before melting back into sorrow.  You swear he’s almost about to throw up with how riled up he’s getting.

That’s when you feel you need to intervene or else things will get nastier and he will drown in his own sea of insults and self hatred.  “Shhhh, c’mere.  Shhh.  Enough.  Enough.”  You tell him softly, pulling his head into your chest and stroking his jaw with your thumb.  “No more of that.”  His sobs are muffled into your chest, hands grabbing at the front of your shirt for dear life, his breathing is uneven and every now and then he hiccups from crying so hard.  The man you love so deeply in your soul is crumbling in your arms.  Crumbling from the pressures of the world, the cards he’s been dealt, and his own poisonous thoughts.  

“Look at me.”  You tell him, firm but sympathetic, encouraging his face to pull away from you and angling his jaw with your hand.  Reluctantly, he listens, irises glassy, the usual dark chocolate warmth they bring temporarily turned to vulnerable self loathing black holes.  “You are the best dad she could've ever hoped for.  The best husband I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams.  Stop.  Being.  Mean.  To.  Yourself.”  You punctuate with a small tap to his nose, a stray tear threatening to drip from it.  Your words resonate with him but he still feels responsible for everything not perfect in your lives.  You can see it in the way his eyes shift from you to his lap, contemplating.  Grabbing both his cheeks in your hands, the light stubble tickling your fingertips, you press a kiss to his forehead.  “Let’s get some air.  C’mon, let’s go baby.”  He can’t protest as you’re already standing, pulling him up by his arm, your touch lingering there as if to say I’ve got you, I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere, no matter how scared you are.

Guiding him out to the front porch, you leave the front door open with the screen door being a barrier to the inside just in case Rhin wakes up.  Immediately he pulls out a cigarette as he sadly slumps down onto the porch step, staring out into the night.  His hands tug at his curls, one hand wiping his nose as he sniffles.  His breathing is still recovering from the sobs that racked his body just moments ago.  You claim the spot next to him, wood creaking beneath you.  He inhales as much as he can from his cigarette before he shakily breathes it out.  You intertwine your fingers with his free hand, rings pressing against you as he weakly grabs your hand back.  

“You don’t see what we see.”  You speak up, gazing at him like he is the only star in the night sky.  Head shaking in denial, he drops his head, sighing as if he was going to chime in.  “Don’t you dare go and beat yourself up again, you’ve had enough.”  Your head rests on his shoulder, nuzzling into him lovingly.  “Do you know how many men would go out of their way to build their daughter a brand new princess bookshelf?  Or draw flowers on the sidewalk with her sidewalk chalk?  Or even play hopscotch with her in front of all the neighbors that have nothing better to do than be mad that your daughter is happy?”  At this he frowns, the type of frown where you’re trying to keep from crying, where your lip wobbles and you can’t control the sting of tears.  “And personally, I don’t see any other men creating the most beautiful, most romantic proposal.  With the ring from the antique store that I’d been looking at every time we stopped in.  No, it’s not from some big designer and it’s not a huge rock like a lot of these show offs lead us to believe we need.”  You offer him a little smile, looking up into his eyes.  The smallest twitch of his lip leads you to believe you’re luring him from the dark corners of his mind covered in cobwebs that clouded his thinking.  

A little scoff escapes him.  “I paid like fifty dollars.  What a big shot.”  He says sarcastically, still putting himself down, but at least you’ve talked him down a level.  “And I’m still going to get you one that you deserve one day.  When I figure all this shit out.”  There’s a lump in his throat as he talks. 

“Baby.”  You breathe, tilting his cheek toward you.  “I don’t want another ring.  I want this one.  I don’t care about money, the most valuable things in my life are the people.  You are my everything.  Rhin is my everything.  My family.”  Your eyes are welling up again, this time in admiration for your family.  “And Wayne.  The three of you are all I’ll ever need.”

A chuckle escapes him, leaving you a bit puzzled but you wait it out to see his next words.  “I don’t know what the fuck I did to find you in this shitty world.  But I’m glad I did it.  Whatever it was.”  He nears the end of his cigarette and puts it out, holding onto it cause he knows it’s important to you not to litter the yard, or anywhere for that matter with cigarette butts.   

“I can tell you what it was.”  You scoot a little closer to him, if even possible.  A delicate kiss is placed on his pillowy lips.  “You’re a hundred times the man any of these assholes are.”  Another kiss.  “You’re kind.  Even when you get angry, you step away so you can think rationally.  Most of the other dads just scream at their families and pretend like it never happens until they lash out again.  You’ve never lashed out at me or Rhin.”  A peck to the apple of his cheek.  “You’re handsome.  Obviously.”  His cheeks tint pink, you can see it even in the porch lighting.  “You always nudge me to the inside of the sidewalk when we’re walking.  You give Rhin your last few quarters to play that game at the grocery store, just to make her smile.”  Another peck to his other cheek.  “You’re so selfless and compassionate.  You would give up the clothes on your back just to see your little girl happy.”  This time you press your lips to his for a little longer than before.  “Being Eddie, is what you did.”  You finish.  

The way he looks at you, face inches apart from yours, his lashes casting a shadow over his own cheeks with the most enamored gaze in his eyes, it nearly has you in a puddle at his feet.  “I love you, I don’t have any other words to explain what you’re making me feel right now.  I just love you.”  His voice is a little hoarse from all the turmoil he went through.  “And I’m going to keep loving you til the end of time.”  His fingers brush against your arm, giving you goosebumps.  “You have my word on that, sweets.”  You can’t help the way you go bashful on him at his promises.  “Don’t close up on me now, we’re married.”  He has a small grin painted on his face.  

All you can do is pull him in by the back of his neck for a kiss full of all of the emotion you have for him.  “Feel better?”  You mumble against him.  He hums into your mouth as the kiss deepens.  

“Much better.”  He’s greedily grabbing at your thighs, pulling you into his lap to straddle him.  For the next ten minutes or so you just drink each other in, passionately moving your mouths in sync with each other.  Eventually you find yourselves laying back on the porch, his arm around you and you pulled into his side as you stare at the roof.  He asks about your girl's night, you give him every detail, then you ask about his day.  What kind of endeavors Rhin put him through.  Suddenly he shifts the conversation.  

“I want another baby with you.”  You’re shocked at his admission before he speaks quickly again.  “I-I mean in the future.  When we’re financially okay…if that’s something you’d want.”  His nerves are everywhere, you can tell by the way he drums his fingers on your arm.  

You sit up quickly, hovering over him with an expressionless face.  “I want a baby with you too.”  You find yourself speaking without having to think.  A wide smile appears on your face and you’re back to kissing him, over and over and over.  “I’d let you get me pregnant right now if we could.”  You say truthfully

He laughs at your honesty, arms snaking around your waist.  “Oh yeah?  I wanna get you nice and pregnant so bad.”  He bites his lip, as you grind your hips against his.  “But y’know…we could always practice.”  He offers, rolling himself up into you, the friction gives you the slightest bit of relief.  

“I would love to.”  You breathe desperately just above his lips, the two of you scrambling off the porch floor to hurry inside and quietly get to your room.  That night he makes the sweetest love to you, offering every piece of him as you did earlier while comforting him in his worst moments.  He spends what feels like hours in between your legs, licking, teasing, sucking.  His hands caressed your body like you were some kind of artwork.  He worshiped you in ways another man never could or ever has, ever.  

~end~

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[kramlabs]

“Finding” antibodies in a human (after synthetic exosome injection) vs designing antibodies in a lab

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*george Webb…. Not sure what to think.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Since you’ve left me a Christmas ask☺️💕

How are Chrysta and her boys celebrating their Christmas with their baby bats?🥺

Awww thank you MJ!!! 🥹🥹 Happy Holidays and thank you for the cute ask!! 🩷🩷

Now, holidays with the coven are definetly a little bit hectic, but that doesn't make them any less fun! Especially when they decide to drive down to Utah to spend it with Grandpa and grandma Campbell. (Chrystas parents)

They drive out about two or three nights traveling and sight seeing, taking a few stops to stretch legs and get a bite and place to snooze for the day, let the little bats get some energy out before hopping back onto the bikes and heading out in their way.

[Also to note that Marko and his baby Kat don't celebrate Christmas, and they celebrate Hanukkah!]

They baby bats love anything that has to do with going out shopping and seeing pretty lights and houses decorated! While they go out shopping with their grandparents their all crowded at each side if the car trying to look at the passing houses.

The trips to the Hogle Zoo are the best part for the whole family. Especially cause they have the Zoo-lights through all of December. The girls and Chris love seeing the animals and the whole place at decked out for festivities.

LAGOON!!! [I know Lagoon isn't open during winter but SHSHSHS Let's pretend it is] the states theme park is a little taste of home when the boys are feeling a tad bit homesick from Cali. They're taking the kids on every ride- at least the ones they're big enough for. Jenny and Annie are only enough for the bigger rides and are thrilled to wait in a mile long line with their fathers to ride the colossus for the millionth time. Chrysta will take the little kids and Chris around on the carousel, or to get some hot cocoa and candy-canes. 😋

Based on a family tradition of mine, the family all goes to the Layton Mall for their Christmas shopping! It's most specific for the kids of course, but the boys don't mind finding some pretties for their Cherri at JC-Penny or Victoria's Secret.🤭 [they also spoil these kids to DEATH I SWEAR]

The boys and Chrysta will split up with each of the girls and take turns roaming around the different levels of the mall to go Secret shopping, letting the girls and Chris pick out a gift or two for each of their sisters and baby brother, before switching parents and looking for the next. [David and Marko like to give the kids any hints on what one of the others fancied while searching earlier if their struggling to find something. 🥺]

They love making caramel or hard candy's with Chrysta and their grandpa! It's an old family recipe that Chrysta is happy to finally share with her own little ones now. 🩷

Ice skating us a rather amusing event to watch. Either Chrysta skating around with a tail of little ones holding onto her making a little train, or watching Marko struggle to even stay upright. Everyone being both pleasantly surprised and slightly freaked out with how good David is on the ice, Paul hanging onto Dwayne for dear life the whole time. In the end, everyone is cold and wants to go snuggle up and nap by the fire.

But the best thing of going to Utah for the holidays was the first time they ever decided to do it, and the girls and Chris saw snow for the first time.

Their big eyes all wide when David opened the curtains of the window in their bedroom, showing a nightly snowfall, leaving a powder of pure white on the grown, reflecting colored lights adorning the houses down all the streets. It was probably the first time Chrysta saw David smile so genuinely and big watching their little faces light up. 🩷🩷

[noteveryoneis]

Some weird snippets that I won't write a whole fic for because reasons:

It feels like they’ve been in this room for ages. 

According to Ava’s phone, it’s only been a couple of hours since they’ve entered the room, but she swears time has slowed down and that her phone is lying. The sun is already set outside, night is starting to come and the daytime’s heat is slowly but surely starting to drop. She can’t wait to drive back home with the windows down, fresh air in her hair and radio blasting something like No Diggity or All Too Well (probably not this one, it’s starting to hurt too much now).

She might be biased too, but that’s not the problem here. The other parents haven’t been on school grounds since at least a good twenty years, so they had all the time in the world to forget what it felt like to be sitting on one of those narrow and straight chairs with loose bolts. Meanwhile Ava left it before it was even over a little over ten years ago, so it feels like coming back to her interrupted last years of high school and it sucks. 

It feels fucking weird to be in this room with all the other parents who came as couples, smiling and listening to the teachers as they explain shit Ava has heard already ten years ago — school rules can’t possibly have changed that much in a decade, can they? A few are alone, like her, but they’re still much older than her, like Mrs. Salvius over there who used to tell them to be careful on the road as she passed them in her shiny pristine-clean car while they biked on the cracked asphalt — And now they’re both in the same room because their kids are in the same class, life is fucking weird. 

Ava doesn’t look like any of them, in her funky patterned button-up and her worn-out Converse, her cap left on the table — she might be a deviant but she still has manners. She doesn’t look or act or think like any of them and they all know it, looking away from her when she turns around and avoiding her like she has the devil on her shoulder. Ava Silva was never known for being the best example for kids in town, especially after the whole thing with JC. It was stupid to even hope that they would have forgotten about it during the decade she spent away, leaving this town behind before coming back a few weeks ago. This town never forgets, neither do its residents.

All the other kids have left to hang out on the playground — can it be called a playground in middle school when playing is already an activity for babies? —, sneaking away from their parents even though they were probably all supposed to stay. Nova didn’t, staying sitting next to Ava, face turned towards the window in silence, lost in her daydreaming. Ava asked her a few fifteen minutes ago if she wanted to join them, but Nova had shaken her head, saying that she was here to support Ava through this whole excruciating evening and that leaving was defeating that purpose — a part of Ava wondered if the other kids weren’t picking on her like they were already back in the city, because quiet kids are always the best targets and Nova is a word for word definition of that.

She looks so much like her father right now, little Nova, with her dark tousled hair falling over her shoulder, but the way she makes herself small, forgotten and guarded, that is entirely a Nova-thing, Ava sometimes can’t help but understand a little the stupid and baseless rumors about whether or not the kid is JC’s.

Her phone buzzes just as the math teacher stops his long litany that neither Ava nor Nova listened to, a picture from Camila. In the photo, Nina and Neves are both sitting at the kitchen table, hunched over their drawings and the stickers Camila bought them, apparently unaware that Camila is taking a picture of them with how they seem entranced in their own conversation, little fingers pointing at the stickers — there is a sticker on Nina’s hand and another on Neves’ forehead, no doubt they probably fought for a while before Camila took the photo. Ava shows the picture to Nova, who smiles at her sisters and nods politely, before sending a text back to Camila.

Its almost over theyre about to explain the language options and all

Camila sends a thumbs up back.

Nova has her paper open in front of her, keeping track of the subjects that have been presented. On the language options panel are the ones Ava remembers: Spanish and German (it’s a small town with an even smaller school, so small that basically all the levels are in the same campus — it’s helpful for Ava, that way she’ll just have to drop Nova off at her middle school, watch Nina make her way into the primary school and take Neves to her kindergarten classroom, although Nova has made it very clear that she will go on foot every morning, as she likes the quiet and the cold air on her face before an exhausting day of social interactions). But there are also a few new languages: French, Italian, Arabic. Damn, this is better than when Ava was here — she took Spanish even though she was already fluent, both because that way she could get good grades without moving a finger and because twelve-year old Ava really wanted to get close to the cool guy: JC (stupid twelve-year-old Ava, stupid stupid).

Lilith Villaumbrosia enters the room in all her brooming glory, like they’ve disturbed her slumber by entering her school and that she’s about to make it their problem. She really grew into her role of the librarian, Ava can tell — she knows Lilith is the librarian after Nova came home on that first day telling her about ‘Miss Villaumbrosia who works at the school library and hates everyone’. Ava is really tempted to wave at her just to fuck with her, but she doesn’t want to draw more attention onto poor Nova, and so she just settles for a grin when Lilith’s gaze sweeps the room and inevitably lands on her. Her jaw clenches, she looks towards poor Nova who closes her eyes and blows through her nose, like she just knows that Ava’s stupidity is about to make her teenage years a living Hell — Ava really is genuinely sorry about that, but she’s not too worried, they’re going to realize that the kid is nothing like her parents in about a month anyway (and they’re probably going to feel really relieved about that until they meet little Nina who tells marijuana jokes at school and whose greatest achievement is saying the whole alphabet while burping).

Finally, after a few seconds of really intense staring that Ava is definitely set on winning, Villaumbrosia looks away (Score!).

“The French teacher was held back by another parent, she’ll be here in just a mom— She’s here.”

The door opens to another woman who enters the room in a bit of a hurry, cheeks slightly red from running and a few strands of hair escaping from her bun. Ava feels her heart stop in her chest and her brain melting inside her skull all the way out of her nose.

“I apologise for making you wait,” the teacher says in her full British accent that is definitely not doing things to Ava’s single brain cell, walking towards the board in front of the whole classroom. “I’m Miss Young, a few of you already know me from the primary school where I teach 3rd grade, it’s a pleasure to meet the others.”

Ava buries her burning face in her hands, Nova’s confusion coming in waves from her left — “Ma, are you okay? What’s going on?”.

What is going on is that Mrs Young isn’t just the most beautiful and intriguing woman Ava has ever seen, no, she also has to be Nova’s soon to be (because the kid speaks Spanish already and thinks German is from the basement of Hell with how hard it is to learn) French teacher. And she also has to be Nina’s Teacher Beatrice ‘who didn’t laugh at my marijuana joke, mama’.

And Ava’s hot neighbor who she’s been watching go on her morning run every day from her kitchen window with her coffee in hand.

Jesus Christ. Whoever is up there really loves to fuck with her.

[alarrytale]

For me the bigger issue with H off stage x H on stage/doing promo/red carpets is the fact that fashion magazines (especially that V one which is deep in his ass and serves as a promo platform for his recent stunts as well) call him fashion icon because of the looks he’s serving when all eyes are on him but when you see his fashion choices for his days off it’s literally so dull and ordinary like random male influencers dress much more exciting than fashionicon!Harry for his days off. And it just gets me annoyed because I feel like I’m the only one who see this? So I will repeat myself again but imo the only one who should be called fashion icon is his stylist, because H is basically only a human hanger.///

This seems unfair. Many actresses and singers have a reputation for being a style icon and dress up for red carpets/performances but are always spotted in jeans and athleisure wear when they're off duty and just running errands. Nobody questions whether they are 'authentic' and calls them 'a human clothes hanger'.

Hi, anon!

I agree with you that we can't expect celebrities to dress up in their off time. We never see Harry in his off time though. We see him in his "off time" which are set up pap situations that appears private and like he's not working. Like when he's returning from a pond with the ri*z brothers or when he's on a bike trip with JC.

Females being papped on the street in a set up "off time" situation usually dress up before pap pics and wears full make up. They want to appear casual and taken off guard, but it's not. Their stylist have carefully assembled a chic outfit for them. The latest Je*nifer Lawre*ce pics are good examples. For H it's totally different. They want some of his pap pics to appear caught in private so he wears casual clothes. When he's stunting he usually dress up. I think what the anon means is that they wish Harry's stylists gets the credit for dressing him, because when he's dressing himself (when papped "off guard") it doesn’t help his fashion icon status. We've seen him in the daily mail dressed a bit too casually too many times now in situations we know are set up. If the whole world is watching he could dress more stylish in these situations too. But i also understand that the casualwear is intentional.

[athleticsupporter]

Which is the best Athletic Supporter to wear ???

The best athletic supporter to wear is the one you’re willing to wear each day during physical activity. 

-For gym; I prefer the 3” wide waistband style found in the Bike, SafeTgard or JC for lifting or running or standard gym workouts.

-For MMA or other sports like baseball or even paintball, I wear a supporter and cup, I like ShockDoctor XL Alloy Flex cup because it comes in an XL for the cup, providing more space and then I buy the Shock Doctor cup supporter separately. Sometimes smaller cups I double up before practice like described here

[fortune-maiden]

AU meme: MDZS is now a toku and the twin jades are the starting henshin heroes.

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

TOKU AU HECK YEAH!

I admit I was sitting on this one for a while because I was trying very hard not to turn this into a Ryuki AU.

I failed.

So now it's Ryuki based with Toshiki Inoue brand identity shenanigans because I loved them in Agito, Faiz and Donbrothers :D

Ryuki is the Battle Royale one where the Riders are duking it out in order to have their wish granted. I'm going to combine this a bit with Fate/Zero where the end goal is an ultimate power, but this ultimate power is actually EVIL!

(It's the Yin Iron) (pretty sure it was also EVIL in Ryuki but I have not watched all of Ryuki)

LWJ was not supposed to be a Henshin Hero but while investigating a haunting one day because he does that, he spotted his brother and shenanigans ensued resulting in the LXC's transformation belt getting split in two and LWJ is a Hero now! ....but he and LXC are only at half the power they should be individually.

Which for ✨Reasons✨ is still pretty much on par with all of the other riders.

WWX is the favorite to win this Battle Royale. In his hero form, he is the villain to defeat and every time he and LWJ run into each other, it's a death match. In civilian form, he and LWJ actually get along great, neither one knowing the other's identity but both having strong ideals of justice. Their identities get revealed to each other about 2/3rds through and there is much angst.

(WWX also forms the classic 2 guys & a girl Rider trio with WN & WQ)

LWJ owns a motorbike and there will be romantic sunset motorbike rides. And friendship sunset motorbike rides. And angsty sunset motorbike rides.

(The bike's name is Bichen)

NHS is not a powerful hero like his brother was, but he has his guile and is determined to get the ultimate power so he could resurrect his brother. (Sorry Da-ge is dead in this verse. For ✨Reasons✨). He's friends with WWX in their civilian lives. Naturally they don't know each others identities, but he and LWJ do learn each other's identities pretty early on, and help each other out. NHS is very definitely not plotting something!

JGY is also a part of this. He and LXC know each other's identities so he figures out LWJ's identity pretty quickly. He decides not to let on that he knows, but much like LXC & LWJ he is more invested in using his powers for good than fighting other heroes. Honest!

This is as far as I got haha (JC is here somewhere too.... possibly also partaking in the identity hijinks with WWX & LWJ). Also Bonus because you mentioned this in our chat and I loved it:

WWX makes his debut in the story when JZX throws his sister's love letter off a bridge and he jumps down to get it while yelling at JZX. (LWJ witnesses this and thinks WWX is an idiot. But a respectable one!)

hmm would it be fun if the Yin Iron shards are what actually allow everyone to become Toku Heroes...

[heyxhyacinth]

trying to decipher my old mdzs posts but i was saying shit like like WOAH JC TWIRLED HIS SWORD IN EP 1x47 AT JGY AND THEN IN EP 1x3 JC AND WWX SHRUGGED AT THE SAME TIME~!!

first of all. i cant believe this show had 50 episodes. and second of all, the little name acronyms are coming back to me like riding a bike. great news! more at later