#Once MORE

[absoluterift]

Gravity Falls: Once More - Chapter 59 - Cause and Effect (Part 1/3)

Episode Description: A string of thefts around town puts a friendship into question when Dipper and Mabel investigate the suspect.

Chapter Links: AO3 FFN

[ciphox]

alisaie alphinaud shb headcanons. i guess

[dailyayao]

[the-tenth-wonder]

The suckening

You with the dark curls (Arthur Bennett), you with the watercolor eyes (Shilo Bathroy), you who bares all your teeth in every smile (Emizel tucker)

[welpuu]

eden encourages you to be positive!

[cinnamonsugarteethtwists]

wahhhh women 👉👈 the nightmare mode twins got me FEELIN shit

[ask-caine-blog]

(More important notice!

So, as you might remember, or have seen, Kayose discontinued this blog. All done, no more, bam. End of story.

However, if that was the end of the story, this post wouldn't be in the making.

SO YOU SEE.

You may know me from @ask-charlie-morningstar , @ask-kaufmotheclown , @byabitcrazy , or somewhere else. I've inherited this blog from my wonderful friend. Caine is returning.

I'm really gonna try my best with this blog, put in the effort needed, and then some. I may not be the best Caine, but I will try my damned best.

This is about all I can think to say! Please, feel free to message me on this blog if you have any questions, suggestions, or anything at all! I hope this experience is a good one.

The summary⬇️

Kayose doesn't run this blog anymore, I, Crazy do. I'm gonna try my best.)

[goodday-goodmorn]

Not used to posting things so fast- But the brain worms have infected me and @auspicioustidings concepts give me life. Once again- another from them, i felt contractually obligated to write this because my auntie is in Vegas for her birthday right now.

The concept in question

Not the after effects of waking up- but rather the proposal itself. This one’s short cause i pumped it out real quick. Just a little dabble.

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Ah Vegas. City of love. Wait no that was Paris- city of… sin? Well that sounded too much like a trashy YA romance novel for your tastes so- Vegas, City of…

Vegas: City!

God maybe you should lay off the M and M’s. Lavender and Bright cyan blue little things from the M and M factory are making you really taste the rainbow. Shit that was skittles catchphrase wasn’t it? Actually- did M and M’s even have a catchphrase other than the sexy brown M and M? Though that was less a phrase more a person. Er- candy. Chocolate.

Pah! You should have never gone to the M and M factory. Stupid little chocolate candy is making you think far more than you can handle right now.

Seriously it’s messing with your head. You’d better get rid of them.

You throw your M and M factory bag onto the floor, watching all the candies scatter the pavement in an explosion of color. That's why the pretty colors are so dangerous and not sold in the normal packs. They make people all loopy. Cause there’s no other reason you would be so outta sorts.

Except maybe the daiquiri you’d had. And the Manhattan. And those shots. And whatever that weird drink in a glowing lightbulb was.

Okay maybe it wasn’t the M and M’s.

Which means you just threw them out for nothing oh no! 20 dollars down the drain. And your M and M’s!

You whine mournfully over the loss, sinking to the ground dramatically and cradling one of the cyan shelled candies close.

“Is everything all… right?”

You barely register the voice- British and a bit rugged- before you are drunkenly rambling out-

“No- i thought my M and M’s were evil but they weren’t and i killed them for nothing!” You cry out, the words making you even more emotional, you pathetically sob, holding the cyan candy in your palms to your chest.

“Come back! Liveee please. Papa didn’t mean it i swear, i didn’t know what i was saying- you got me all tongue tied!”

“Hey-“

Oh british man has a very nice voice, so smooth and gentle, more than you were expecting.

“It’s alright love. We can get you some more candies.”

You sniffle.

“R-really?”

He smiles like some sort of teddy bear. Gentle and soft.

“Yes really. Just gotta get you back to wherever you’re stayin at first. It’s dangerous for a pretty girl to be on the street like this.”

You nod sollumly. “For the m and m’s yeah. Hard shells- but thin. Can’t be carrying em’ out in the cold. Poor little fellows can’t stand it.”

“Think you should be worrying about yourself first love.”

He really does look a teddy bear when he smiles. A very warm and cuddly teddy bear. Very warm. And you are oh so cold. Maybe…

“…maybe i’m and M and M.”

You mumble with a little frown, looking away from his oh so pretty eyes to instead stare at the cracked M and M in your hand.

He chuckles, it’s a nice sound.

“Com’re lovely. You’re shiverin.”

He held you up and you cling to him naturally. To your disappointment and utter display he is not as soft as a Teddy bear. Such false advertising. When you burry your head in his chest, while warm and soothing- it is firm with muscle. Hard just like his arms and co-

“Not exactly what i meant by that sweetheart.”

He’s pushing you away! Away from the warmth.

“No, I'm an M and M- gotta be warm or else I'll crack! Do you want me to die?”You whine out trying to stay close but he’s very strong, holding you firmly away from his toned chest.

(And raging boner. Not that you noticed it.)

“I know, I know- here. I’ll give you my coat.”

He wraps you up in his thick but soft coat and you relax immediately, snuggling into the fabric. With your eyes closed you hear the rumble of his chuckle.

“There’s a girl. Nice and warm now?”

You nod, making a drowsy and soft little “Yup.”

“Good. Now come’on. You know where's your hotel at?”

“Huh? We can’t go there! We gotta get more M and M’s first. Silly.”

“Right, course. Silly me.”

You giggle a bit hysterical. He agrees with you so easily, letting you link arms with him and walking you to the M and M factory. He’s so silly. With his cozy coat and koala-esc smile and pretty eyes and rumbly voice and-

“I think m’ in love with you.” You slur out, gazing at him with half lidded eyes.

“Shouldn’t say stuff like that sweetheart. Might give a guy ideas.”

Ah Ideas, you’ve got a lot of ideas. So many fun ones- but mostly one that you blurt out after he gently pushed your hand away when you tried to pay for your new M and M’s.

“I think I wanna kiss you.”

Price pauses as he tugs you outside the shop. Looks down at you, clinging to his arm, wrapped up in his coat; with the sweetest face and clearly wasted out of your mind. Price isn’t a good man. A good man would have called you a cab to get you back to your hotel. Would have asked if you had any friends to get you there. Would have gently told you to go to the stupid M and M factory another time.

He’s not a good man but even Price isn’t fucked up enough to take advantage of a pretty drunk girl. Even if his self control is wilting the more time he spends around the mess that is you.

He shakes his head with a little sigh, leaning down close to you and mumbling.

“S’ not a good idea to kiss strangers love.”

“So then marry me and we won’t be strangers.”

…Self control John. Self control.

“Will you marry me please?”

You plead with the teddy bear man, he’s just so cozy and pretty you can’t help it. You wanna kiss him soooo bad but he’s right you can’t kiss a stranger! But if he was your husband then it would be perfectly acceptable. And you are an ordained minister technically so it all works out!

Price looks at you, your pleading eyes, your softness, you wrapped up in his coat and clinging to his arm. Pretty little thing.

…He deserves to let his self control slip just this once right?

[cakebatteronabrickwall]

Sam Campbell X Slow Horses continued

[Part 1] [Part 2]

[frostbitebakery]

Not to toot my own horn here but damnnnnn Cursed Boba is gonna be hot and manspreading

[kimazuiiii]

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that sakura, who has been speculated to be based off of konohanasakuya-hime, fought against sasori who believed that art is eternal. Not to mention the fact that cherry blossoms symbolize the ephemerality of life.

Tied to the Buddhist themes of mortality, mindfulness and living in the present, Japanese cherry blossoms are a timeless metaphor for human existence. According to Buddhism, we live in the very midst of universal, fleeting impermanence. Any refusal to let go entirely whatever has now vanished inevitably leads to pain. This pain results in grief or cankerous resentment. Sasori is seemingly a result of this in addition to being a product of an oppressive military regime.

[murasaki-cha]

Oh my god new manhua from the creator of "Love Like Cherry Blossoms" and "Once More"!!!

Mother is cooking once again I see~

[ustalav]

our ocs should hang out

[ponderous-tomes]

going into a coma, wake me up when it's socially acceptable to leave the house dressed like a cunty wizard :(

[hubbamel]

giggles, I made silly seeker designs

art style got cleaner wtf

[chaoticgoodcaptain]

you're gonna slay this bachelor thesis like your enemies, you're gonna defended it like phoenix wright and you're gonna win your first uni title. fucking remember it!!!