#Pina sweet collection

[lichdolly]

Pina SweetCollection - Ribbon Bustle JSK (2008)

[medievalcat]

Juliette et Justine and Pina Sweet Collection Gothic and Lolita Bible #26

[ephemeral-lace]

A pure white princess outfit with layered tiaras. Daily introductions of fashionable people who gather at "Salon de Noel"!

Alice (Born in Aichi Prefecture, living in Kanagawa Prefecture) 30 years old, office worker, 145 cm Today's fashion theme Princess Lolita Drop tiara, necklace ♡ marywest☆ Tiara ♡ On Mercari One Piece ♡ Pina sweet collection Shoes ♡ Catherine Cottage Twitter @alicc7

[woso-dreamzzz]

Daisychains

Marta Torrejón x Caroline Graham Hansen x Child!Reader

Summary: Caro's nervous

It wasn't that Caro hadn't met you before. Before you started school, you would often be at practice with Marta but it's not like you were ever properly introduced. You knew each other in passing.

To you, Caro was someone on your Mama's football team, a co-worker. To Caro, you were her girlfriend's little girl.

You kept to yourself most of the time and Caro had been seeing less and less of you since you started school so it was a little strange to see Marta running late for practice and stepping out of her car with you on her hip.

"I heard the school got broken into last night," Patri gossips to Pina," I overheard Ale on the phone with Marta earlier. They decided to just shut down for the week until it was all sorted."

"Who breaks into a school?" Pina scoffs," I doubt there's anything valuable there."

Caro tunes out the rest of their conversation, wiping her hands on her shirt to get rid of the sudden bout of sweat that lingers.

Today was the day that you were meant to be meeting her properly. Marta and she had talked about it and decided it was time. Caro had a plan, gifts ready to give you but they were all at home, waiting to be picked up for dinner tonight.

She hadn't expected this at all.

Marta looks frazzled and stressed as she sets you up on the side of the pitch with your arts and crafts.

"Conejita," Caro hears her say," Will you be okay here?"

You nod but you're pouting so Caro doesn't quite know if you're being truthful. "There's no daisies," You say softly as you stare at the pristine grass.

"I'm sorry. It's not like the field at school but here, you have some flower charms. Why don't you make us all some bracelets?"

"Okay, Mami."

"Good girl." Marta presses a kiss to your temple. "I'll be over there if you need me."

"I heard about her school," Caro says as she falls in step with her girlfriend," It got broken into?"

"We didn't even get the email until I had already pulled up to drop her off. I'm sorry that the plan has been pushed up earlier."

"It's fine." It's a complete lie because Caro is quaking inside. She had a plan and now the plan is worthless.

You sit on the edge of the field the entire time, a morose look on your face when you have to substitute real flowers for flower charms. You don't seem very happy at all, still in your school uniform as your clumsy little hands thread some string through your beads and charms.

This is the most nervous Caro's ever been and she's played in Champion's League finals. The plan is ruined and all Caro can do is practice smiling like she did last night in the mirror.

"What's wrong with you?" Mapi, ever blunt, asks," You look like you're constipated."

Caro's failure of a smile drops and she busies herself with drinking.

"Nothing," She says," Nothing at all."

Mapi shrugs, dumping her empty bottle onto the floor before she beams at something over Caro's shoulder.

"Hola," She says," How many of those are you collecting? You will have no room on your arms soon."

Ingrid appears, beaming as she teasingly shakes the multitude of bracelets that adorn her wrists.

"You know I can't say no to her. She's too sweet. She was very upset there were no real flowers she could use."

It's clear to Caro who they were talking about and she spares a glance back to where you're sitting. Your pile of bracelets have dwindled, almost all of them now on Ingrid's arms while you're handing the last one over to Marta.

The rest of practice somehow crawls by slowly but also races by quickly. All too soon (and not soon enough) Caro is standing by Marta's side with that stupid failure of a smile on her face.

You're looking up at her nervously, shifting your feet around as you stare.

"Hola," Caro manages to get out, trying to widen her smile but all it seems to do is unnerve you further.

"Conejita," Marta says," Do you remember I told you you we were going to meet someone special later?"

You nod, still warily eyeing Caro.

"Well, this is Caro."

Your voice is absolutely tiny and soft. "I know Caro. She's on your team."

Caro tries smiling again, showing her teeth but you take a little step back.

"Caro is my girlfriend," Marta explains," That's why she's special."

Caro tries to put you at ease. She tries to look welcoming but you just look more and more distressed the longer she looks at you, feet shuffling you back until you've hit the wall.

"I...Er..." Your eyes dart around wildly like you've suddenly been caught in a trap and are desperately looking for an escape. You can see no other options so you crumble to the floor and burst into tears.

Caro flinches, tearing her hand from Marta's and she hurries to put distance towards.

"Caro-" Marta calls but she shakes her head.

"It's fine," She says even though none of this is fine at all and all Caro can feel is her heart shredding itself in her chest," Maybe it was too soon for her. It's fine."

"Caro, just give me a second. I'm sure-"

"We can try again later," Caro says," Go. Be with her."

Caro doesn't cry. She's never really been a big crier but breaking down in the safety of the locker room is all she can seem to do, sitting in her cubby and sobbing into her hands.

She didn't even check if anybody was still in there before the sobs racked her body.

"Caro?"

There's not many people that Caro doesn't want to see. She has no ill will towards anyone but there's something about Ingrid that is just no help in this situation.

Not Ingrid with her perfect smile and her wrists adorned with bracelets from you.

"Go away."

"Caro, seriously, what's wrong? Is it about..." Ingrid trails off, clearly not wanting to pry further as Caro sobs without restraint.

Caro doesn't speak but it's enough to tell Ingrid what she needs to know. It's uncanny just how easily she can tell what Caro's thinking.

"It's a shock," Ingrid says," And it's been a tough day. Her routine is all messed. She probably didn't even mean whatever she did. It's been a tough day and I'm sure that it's all just catching up to her now."

"She was scared," Caro finally gets out," I scared her."

"Caro-"

"I had a plan, you know. Marta told me she likes flowers. I was going to pick some up on my way over tonight. I was going to help her with her bracelets. I...I think she hates me."

"She doesn't hate you," Ingrid assures her," It's just been a long day. You can try again later."

"I don't want to try again later. I wanted to make a good impression today."

Ingrid sighs. "Caro, she's a little kid. She's going to have bad moods. You must have just caught one today."

Caro stands up, halfway to pulling her hair. "First impressions are everything!" She laments," I want her to like me! I want to stay in her and Marta's life! Ingrid, I really wanted her to like me."

"She will."

"I want her to like me today."

"She likes flowers," Ingrid says," And she likes making bracelets. If you really want to try again today then help her do both."

Ingrid's words are at the forefront of Caro's mind as she knocks on Marta's door that evening. She'd texted ahead to let her girlfriend know she wanted to try again but she still felt the steady thrum of nervousness as she waited for Marta to swing the door open.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Marta says," It was a long day earlier. You don't have to push yourself. You don't have to force yourself-"

"I want to," Caro insists," I...I brought her something?"

"You didn't have to buy her anything."

Caro laughs awkwardly. "I didn't."

Marta gives her an intrigued look before smiling. "Conejita? Caro is here to see you."

You're sitting in the lounge, cross-legged on Marta's shaggy rug and gently working on threading more beads on some string. You turn your head to look at your Mami and her girlfriend, a little furrow in your brow.

Your voice is a tad more confident than earlier but you still look a little nervous.

Caro feels the same, practically thrusting the bag in your face. It's just a simple plastic one that her groceries had been delivered in last week.

Briefly, she wonders if she should have used a different bag.

"You were sad about daisies earlier," Caro blurts out," I got you daisies."

She'd spent nearly two hours in total going to the parks in her area, picking daisies from the glass to put in the bag.

You peer into the bag, just to check and a smile splits your face and Caro can finally breath again.

"I know you like making bracelets too so I though you could use them to make daisychains."

"I don't know how to do that."

"Would you let Caro teach you, conejita?" Your Mami asks," I'm sure she'd be very happy to."

Shyly, you reach out for Caro, wrapping your whole hand around one of her fingers.

"Will you teach me please, Caro?"

Caro smiles at you. Not that practiced smile in the mirror. A proper smile.

"I'd love too."

[helen-with-an-a]

First Time Crush pt 2

Hi. So it's a little short, but I think it's quite cute. Again, if your name is Ellie, I apologise but it's a very common name for 20-24 yr olds in the UK

Barca Femeni x Reader; OC x Reader

Description: R is trying to text Ellie

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1 : Part 2

It had been 3 days. 3 days of you sitting and staring at your phone with Ellie’s number saved in it. It’s not that you didn’t want to text her – you so desperately wanted to text her – it was more that you didn’t know how. You didn’t really do … whatever you were attempting to do. Everyone at Barca knew you didn’t really initiate hangouts or things like that. They were more than happy to sort it all for you. Your birthday meal – Alexia had texted everyone saying when and where to meet; your turn to organise team bonding – Ingrid had taken over for you, telling everyone what to bring and when to turn up at your flat; you wanted to do go exploring on your day off – Ona had created the group chat. It’s not that you didn’t want to; it’s that you just … couldn’t.

“Have you texted your uno amor verdadero yet?” Jana called across the locker room. You blushed heavily, turning your head away from the group. Their eyes fell on you, waiting for a response. Your silence spoke volumes.

“Amiga, it’s been 3 days,” Pina said exacerbated.

“I know,” you said meekly, well aware of how many days it had been

“She’s going to think you don’t like her,” Martina added.

“I know,” you replied even more dejectedly. That was something you really didn’t want to happen. You really liked Ellie. You really, really liked Ellie. You wanted to hold her hand and make her laugh. You wanted to see her smile as you handed her her morning coffee and help her with her Spanish. You wanted her to kiss you on the cheek for good luck like you saw Olga do for Alexia. You wanted her to push your sweaty hair back from your face when you went up to her in the crowd after a match like you saw Mapi do for Ingrid. You wanted her to press a sweet kiss to your lips as she drew you into a congratulatory hug like Cata’s girlfriend did with her.

“She’s probably waiting for you to text her,” Bruna added.

“I know,” you said so quietly it was barely audible. They really weren’t helping you at the moment. To them, it was simple – a pretty girl you liked gave you her number, so why weren’t you using it?

Social anxiety has plagued you since you first interacted with peers your age. At nursery, you hung behind your parent’s legs as the other children ran wild. In primary school, you were fine doing keepy-uppies by yourself all break and lunch. In secondary school, you were hardly ever there, often being taught by the academy tutors instead, so you never had to make friends. On the field, you thrived; you were cool, calm, and collected. Football was predictable; football had a routine; football had patterns to figure out and break down. People did not. People did strange things like wear your England jersey to tour club games; people broke from their patterns of wearing said jersey that threw you off; people held your hand and wrote their number on their arm; people did unexpected things.

“You have to text her,” Vicky sighed. God, even a child had more experience in this type of things than you did.

“I know,” you mouthed – the sound not coming out. You felt your eyes sting, and you willed yourself not to cry. It was so silly, crying over texting someone. Ellie had told you to text her. She was awaiting your message. Ellie wanted you to text her.

“Per la merda, give it here.” Patri said after a few too many moments of silence. She snatched your phone from your bag without waiting for a response. They had chosen their time to question you well, having waited until the older girls were out of the changing room to go for lunch so they couldn’t be scolded as they began their interrogation.

“No, Patri,” you begged. You knew exactly what she was going to do, and it was exactly what you didn’t want. You wanted to do this by yourself, not have someone take over again. You needed to step up and do this. But every time you clicked on Ellie’s contact, you froze—the paralysing fear taking over once again.

“Sí, Patri.” She smiled, running back to her little group with your phone as they typed away. You floundered; what could you do? They severely outnumbered you. And your go-to protectors – Alexia, Ingrid, Irene, Paños – were all out of the room and likely wouldn’t be coming to look for you for a good 10 to 20 minutes yet. As your mind spiralled into chaos, thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong with them texting Ellie, you missed Alexia and Ingrid slipping back into the room.

It was obvious what was happening. You were almost in tears, clutching onto the bench so tightly your knuckles were white – and a little group stood in a tight circle, eyes flicking back to you occasionally as they whispered and giggled to each other. They loved you like you were their little sister – they could annoy the shit out of you, teasing and causing small meaningless arguments like they would with their actual sisters. But if they saw anyone else doing it – this meant war.

“Qué está pasando?” Alexia shouted. It would have been comical had you not been so upset. Patri’s head snapped up; Alexia could see the colour draining despite standing by the door.

“Å kjære. Kom hit,” Ingrid rushed to your side, pulling your trembling form into her body before glaring daggers at the group in the corner.

“Patricia Guijarro,” Alexia’s voice was ominous. “Vine aquí.” Patri gulped; Alexia wasn’t supposed to back this soon. “Per què cariño pràcticament plora?” She was speaking in Catalan, so you couldn’t understand her very well, but you recognised ‘cariño’ and knew you were the topic of that conversation. Patri’s response was a flood of rapid Catalan, the two of them descending into a harsh argument. It made you even more stressed – you didn’t mean to be the cause of a rift within the team. All because you couldn’t text a girl who willingly gave you her number when you hadn’t even asked.

“Relax, Kjæreste. Everything is fine.” Ingrid soothed, sensing your increasing agitation.

The angry voices eventually died as Patri came to stand before you. She waited for you to look at her – expecting to see your watery eyes and wobbling lip. When you didn’t emerge from Ingrid’s chest, even long after the socially acceptable time limit, Patri could tell they may have fucked up a little.

“Um … lo siento, pensábamos que te estábamos ayudando,” you didn’t look like you had even heard her. She tried again, in English this time, hoping that maybe you just didn’t understand her (her English comprehension dipped considerably when she felt any extreme emotion).

“I’m … we’re … really, really sorry, chica. We thought we were helping—we don’t want this opportunity to disappear for you. I’m so, so sorry.” You heard her the first time, but it was nice to hear her say it in English, too. You lifted your head from Ingrid’s neck, straightened a little, and adjusted your top.

“It’s …” You were going to tell her that it was fine—that she hadn’t technically done anything wrong. But Alexia and Ingrid both shuffled a little, letting you know their displeasure and that everything was not fine. “Thank you,” you settled on—giving Patri a weak smile and nodding at the others, all sheepishly standing as far away from you as possible in the small room.

You were going to speak again when your phone buzzed.

Y/N: Hi. This is Y/N. I absolutely loved talking to you the other day at the match and wondered if you wanted to continue it? Maybe over coffee? I know a few places that sell good stuff and aren’t too busy.

Ellie: Nice try. Ik this isn’t Y/N – my guess is Pina, Bruna or Patri. My girl definitely can’t ask me out like that. But tell her, yes, I would like to go out for coffee with her tho. After ur next home game? xxx

Her girl? You liked the sound of that. You took a deep breath and typed your response.

Y/N: Hi

Y/N: Yes pls to the coffee

You waited a little before rushing to add,

Y/N: It’s actually me now btw

Ellie: Ik – my girl txts exactly as she talks x

You blushed, the world around you fading into obscurity as you texted. You missed the soft smiles and caring looks the others gave each other. You sighed happily, looking up to see all eyes were on you again.

“Ayyyyyy,” Patri cheered.

“Cariño tiene novia” Alexia sang happily, reaching around Ingrid to pinch at your pink cheeks.

“Ingrid, make them stop.” You muttered as you watched the younger girls dance around singing about how they got you a girlfriend.

“No chance, kjære.” She smiled, bringing you into a gentle hug. “Just wait until Maps and Lucy hear about this.”

I hope you liked it <3<3<3

[chocotonez]

chapstick kisses- hueningkai/reader

a/n: hopefully we’re thinking of the same chapstick challenge LMAO?? anyways I’m a sucker for lip balm and collecting weird flavors so I will project on you so sorry xoxo

warnings/genre: fluff, giggly hyuka, banter, reader has weirdly niche lip balm flavors?? lots of kissing, tell me if anything else should be tagged!! :>

“There’s no way that’s not vanilla,” Hyuka scoffed, as you laughed at your poor boyfriend. It was an old trend, but Kai stumbled upon it while going through some old videos, and he will gladly take any excuse to kiss you!! “That’s vanilla.”

“It’s not vanilla!” You retorted. “Close though, it has vanilla in the name.”

“There’s no way you’re not counting this. Vanilla is vanilla, does the rest of the flavor really matter?” he asked, playfully rolling his eyes at your specifics.

“Okay okay, do you give up?” He sighed, licking his lips once more for the sweet, artificial balmy vanilla left from your kiss.

“Fine fine, what was it?”

“Vanilla cream pudding!” You laughed, Kai giving you a flabbergasted look.

“This challenge is bad. I don’t even get a prize if I guess correctly!” He whined, as you got the next lip balm to try. Applying it generously, you turned back towards the 6’ baby. He was so pretty, sunlight filtered through the windows while he rested his head on one of his stuffed animals, hair a bit messy, lips a tad swollen from the constant kisses, and his eyes. You couldn’t get enough of him, but he felt the exact same way about you.

He was admiring practically everything about you in that moment, he admires you every moment of course, but something about the way your face is still all scrunched up with joy from his failure to guess ‘vanilla cream pudding,’ as a lip balm flavor made his heart skip a beat. Your happiness was the most beautiful thing to him, but that’s too cheesy. He’ll stick to making you happy so he can see your smile.

“Okok, next!” You moved over, lightly pecking Kai’s lips before he leaned forward, a habit. He loved kissing you, but he always tensed up. Which moment should he do it? Would he be awkward? Does he make that weird face guys usually do before they kiss someone? Is he a bad kisser? Any excuse for him to kiss you is immediately accepted and welcomed!

“Oh, is it…Pineapple? It’s very sweet though,” he backed away from you, a bit breathless as he licked his lips once more. “If this is another one of those weird ass flavors-“

“This one’s easy!” You smiled, as he rolled his eyes. “Need me to kiss you again?”

“I always need you to kiss me.” It was half a joke, a quarter of him accidentally speaking his mind, and mostly truth. You couldn’t help but laugh though, just briefly pressing your lips against his once more, surprised as he suddenly grabbed the back of your head and continued to kiss you. You squeezed his free hand and moved back, laughing at his look of pure adoration. You didn’t think anyone was capable of being this cute.

“Pina colada?”

“Yes.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Always.”

[gaysindistress]

Here’s a list of things that I feel are canon for our sweet Bucky and no one can convince me otherwise.

1. Bucky’s never used drugs consensually

Now I was going to say he hasn’t done drugs at all but then again Hydra exists. You can’t tell me that they didn’t use drugs in their experiments at some point in time.

Anyways, setting the scene it’s shortly before falcon and the Winter soldier and Bucky is slowly learning how to live for himself.

Enter you; his sweet, beautiful guide to modern society. The two of you met at the grocery store when he was about ready to go full winter soldier on a self checkout machine, but you stepped in and saved both him and the poor machine. It’s late and it’s getting dark so ever the gentleman Bucky walks you to your car. You take his phone and put your number in with a cute contact name of “y/n - the cutie from the store”.

Fast forward two months and the two of you were hanging out, casually seeing each other, seeing where things go. He told you he wanted to take it slow and you respected that. With that being said, you have never been inside of each other’s apartments before. Sure he’s dropped you off at your door and you picked him up from his but you’ve never been inside.

One night when you’re coming home from a date, it starts pouring down raining. You both run to the door laughing and giggling but you insist that he stays until the rain stops because you can’t let him go and ride home on his motorcycle in the rain. It’s not safe and it’s your job as his not quite girlfriend to look out for him.

So he comes in and the first thing he sees are the floating shelves (you built all by yourself) filled with jars of what look like spices. There are also vases but he’s more focused on how many spices you have.

“I didn’t know you liked to cook,” he says as the two of you strip off your wet outer clothes.

“What?” You question back but then you follow his gaze to your wall and you giggle. Of course, this man is thoroughly confused because you have an entire wall of herbs and spices.

You giggle, even harder at his adorable, confused face, and then you tell him that that is in fact flower. Every jar is a different strain of weed and those “vases” are the bongs you’ve collected over the years. But he is not embarrassed, but more shocked because the world of weed is completely different now. He had no idea that any of this existed so naturally, he asks every question you can think of. You, being his guide to modern society, tell him everything he wants to know before he quietly asks if the two of you could get high together. You tell him that if he truly wants to then he has to spend the night because you don’t want him to drive or be alone if anything happens.

This man could not agree faster, because not only is he in your house for the first time but he’s also going to be spending the night with you AND sleeping with you for the first time. Even though he doesn’t show it, he is so giddy and happy on the inside.

Approximately 30 minutes later, you’ve chosen the perfect hybrid that’ll make him feel good but not overwhelm him and picked out the smallest bong so that he doesn’t get too high his first rip. Still you’re nervous about it so you inform him that you'll start the hit and he’ll finish it because “it’s like taking half a hit and you won’t get baked out of your mind right away.”

It’s safe to say that even with all of your precautions, he’s still one with your bed and giggling at the random movie you picked. At some point the two of you have migrated into the middle of the bed and he’s got his arms wrapped around your middle with his head nestled into your stomach.

2. Bucky secretly loves fruity drinks

Get this man a pina colada with a tiny umbrella with some pineapple on it. He will drink that shit U P. It stems from being deprived of fun for so long so he will take any and every chance to order the fruitiest drink on the menu.

3. Bucky loves vaping

He smoked here and there in the 40s but it was nothing more than social smoking. One day when he and Sam were working on the boat, a younger guy started talking to them and pulled out his vape. Sam didn’t even notice but Bucky was so confused???? Homeboy almost asked what the fuck he was doing but then the guy offered it to him and his brain short circuited.

Bucky said no but after that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He later asked you if you knew anything about the “little thingy that you suck on and smoke comes out.” It took everything in you to not die laughing because he was being so sincere and it was so cute. You told him it was probably a vape and that people don’t smoke cigarettes anymore.

It wasn’t until you guys were out with your friends a few weeks later when one of them pulled theirs out that Bucky had to try it.

You took a puff and could feel his eyes on you so you slowly looked over at him with the vape raised.

“You wanna try?”

He nodded and once again you coached him through it so he didn’t cough up a lung. After that he would only steal others when drinking but slowly it turned into him buying one and then another one and then another one. Eventually he was hooked and it cracks you up to see the Winter Soldier, the White Wolf hitting his vape as he lounges spread eagle on your couch while watching The Office.

[notmuchtoconceal]

- welcome to a bruxaria – a show that may or may not still be the bruxcast. on my program today, i have the effervescent lil tall sip of fizz, cpt. luxor drottin ready to seranade us with some fine poppy foam bubbles i know you'll be eager to trickle right down your shirt fronts!

- what up, brother brux. you got a special girl in your life yet, bro?

- she's out there, mate! might be listenin in right now for all we know!

- bro, what i know is you're gonna make the luckiest lady alive the lady who makes you the luckiest man alive. you're so special, brother brux. you deserve a special girl to be with, all the rest of your days ~ !

- cpt. drottin, i have to ask – you a great dane or just a standard swede?

- deffo not enough finns to make a whole fish, bro.

- an avalanche every iceman cometh, i am indeed the jelliest of donuts!

(STICK IT IN A PUSS O/o STICK IN A PUSS o/O YOU LOVE TO CUP THE VULVAE /O CUP THE VULVAE /o CUP THE VULVAE O/O )

- bro, you should soundproof cpt. hlaford when you're recording, otherwise stick em someplace soundproof, bro. holy hell – what are you even spending 9/10ths of our total broadcast budget on if you can't account for basic quality of life improvements?

- mate, we hadn't always been a big show. you're a young up-and-comer. you weren't with us in the early seasons. i started out as a pirate channel in a janitorial closet and did every show to the hammer beat of wally deadliftin in nothing but a big sweaty ass-stained lycra singlet and cheese scented wool socks, the singlet himself (itself -- weren't once human!) almost obscenely padded out by a fat heavy knit cotton tee which'd accrued mothscales on pine like sycamore sap; sweatmarks foamroasted in tree rings so much i thought he were wearin some sorta throwback arctic camo -- sometimes just strippin outta his drenched as shit singlet, tossin his goofy coconut tropical scented pineapple printed dick briefs at me head. full on fuckin sloshin me like urinal piss foam in a mug i served outta the tap at me own bar, and wally fukin drank it down, asked for another and another -- by the end, i was dehydrated, lyin on my side jitterin and he just bleched and said he was goin out fer a beer /// live on air, his stinky fuckin briefs hittin me head, and it's so sweet and anointed and heedy like a fuckin pina cooldada it takes awhile to taste the burn -- joshua openly fornicatin christos, i bet this man's cock is delicious! i just wanna stare the seat of his pants everyday the rest of my life and cringe thinkin about how good it'll taste, but i'll never ask, cause i'm such a shy and delicate flower -- i had to hear it during recording, during editing, on the air. it's part of my creative process now. there just is no motive to create without hearin wally scream through a wall. punch through the wall. chase me around the room. hollerin after me to gimme back his soul. destroyin all my equipment, but not before it can all be backed up to the satellite, way out in space, where wally's domain can not yet penetrate into the upper atmospheres ~0~ ! tell you the truth, i can't coax him into helpin me do it unpaid, so i just sort loike – y'know. built my sets around him. sometimes cut off pathways in advance, to keep him boxed in, change the patterns of nature to make him predictable, just sorta like – you know. follow him and record so inspiration can strike the second he lets his guard down and thinks he's free to be himself, but i'm just over here bein a nosy lil anthropologist lady who wants to record the sound of him gettin it on so i can once again feel a butterly tinglin in my nowhere places when the currents of life are alive and fruitful like a smoothie churning egg beater my brain from which i will fry the heartiest crepes?

- bro, to be completely honest – i have so many questions, i don't even know where to start, so um – i won't unless you give me a few moments to collect myself, which i doubt you will?

- mate no, by all means. this is a show where two people talk. a talk show. i have to show you talking. in all the hours we've been together, i'm sure i definitely have footage of you talking. go ahead. prove it to me now and to the viewers at home that you have participated in my talk show by talking to me – now. live on air. edited only for initial broadcast.

- um –

- cpt. drottin, you know, i think –

[vintage tye-dye throwback bumper

cpt. laika greenscreened onto a celluloid scarred void of rippling droplets !

collides with cpt. jacek in the edit ! ~ !

as typical,

laika's overblown toothy cheeked eyeball fucking is soggy sugarmush churned maple greens from steel-cuts =0

/ and jacek's face looks much like his dick --

much too large and swaggering to be this fuckin leaky. ]

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the bell rung.

the mirage accumulated by light particles into corpulence.

your brother didn't have a beard. he looked nothing at all like cpt. drottin.

- um, sir?

once again, your most favored hour fell upon you.

- your sarcasm is much appreciated, sir. you're the only one who has the balls to roast me both openly and to my face. 

in full confidence, you would much rather have him raw.

- our most astute viewers know the true meanings of your words, as do i, though i scar my tongue most to know saltlick... just gonna pretend you wanna rut my tight and virtuously chaste hole and leave me drenched in my own tenderings and squirtings, sir. // your proclivities have been much established by those-in-the-know, but um… this'll look better for the men, you know? you're way more relatable when they're thinkin bout you like, um – like  grabbin me,& suckin me without, um, tearin me in half and slurpin out each a my halves like shucks through the pelvic openings?

he has such a pretty throat. a shame you couldn't fit both your cocks in his mouth at once without tearing him apart down the prime meridian.

- sir, i know you're jockin me right now, big bro. you had two cocks, um – holy fuck, you'd have this cloven hoof bulge all gnarled like the limbs of a tree out which the earth had been hollowed, all fat roots and pike-thorn branches and, um –  i'd wanna bury myself in your crotch even more?

you and everyone fuckin else, kid.

- my apologies, sir. after my recent sesh with cpt. schreibermachen, where secrets were re-divulged without the application of rope, i couldn't help but fall into the dreamy reveries he induces upon the mere mention of your, um – that shrill horrible beeping sound that would otherwise lance at my ears, but which by his gentle assurance now floods my nerves with the anticipation of the sweetness before a toothache?

he needed to surprise you. he wasn't doing anything new today.

- i could rip off my face and expose the maw of coiled intestines beneath, hissing out with the hellfire of your own failed accountings, lord of all which forgotten ~ slain always by the light of remembrance?

throw a tarp on him. worst he'd do is burn the place down.

–

cpt. schreibermachen glanced at cpt. drottin through the light.

he seemed for a moment, only anonymous. some face more flesh than memory, shed as the cicada shell of a mask.

- never have i met a man before as you, brother – as uncut and void of substance as myself. 

cpt. drottin – let himself linger in the glance that he threw back.

he would stroll as he would linger, some eternal dusk whenever he took things slow. though his eyes were the hardball palming the mits of the leather. no fangs to see in the dusklight he crept.

corrosion softest in the creases. parts of him wore away, from wear and from moisture, and it seemed inevitable – that he should decay though still a young calf he was. to slaughter before spoil. no caustic splotches. no sheens of oilslick to stain. the wear of age which deep intuition had bent into seams varicose down the planes of his face – hairline fractures in the light which you would only see for only you looked, and met not a man's eyes before meeting the topography of his skin, as you interrogated your seawall against oblivion every morning.

you had seen comelier young men putresce on the vine. he was simply microdosed with his own fermentations, dispersed in beads along the sweet, you never tasted his punch, or into what frenzy it drew you.

- i will hear you, brother – for you are a virtuous man.

schreibermachen wore a brief of cotton, drottin a brief of aluminum – the translucence of the strands wrung spun and glow wormed in the rays of the evening sun refracted off the contouring of their meddle.

their cocks they pushed together, to careen shaft to shaft, in boy's adventure fables where they knew the heroics of their capacities for life and for daring, ascending and descending the ropes from which they hung and swung, sang and wrang, though sometimes it were vine or stone, and they could press only closer to cling in embrace, singing praises of valor, sputtering salival and bellowing, articulations upon articulations as you strove to meet his eyes ~

though your head craned back as his, slick inside the prison of his briefs, as you foamed through the cling of yours, your slick coating his, beading through the meshing to mingle with his as he stewed in your seepage and his stung your nicks, your cockheads so tight inside the dual collar of your phimotic ring, magenta and clamped upon by the joint limitations of your own crucified anatomies, as you were girdled in flesh as you were gartered in fly, as much two bodies trapped inside a mind as two minds trapped within a body, inches upon inches together /

your eightheads together, (4 + $ - CAP = ←) meeting his eyes with the mutual piteousness of your need, hovering at a threshold of ecstatic communion, condemned to never plummet off, but shoot deep roots into the rocks at the edge, to drop fruit to be carried far in the rivers below ~ your trunks entwined and your branches parting farther, the spongeal nodes of your need still aching and pressed together, no longer able even to rub, but merely to give and to merely pulse in the same heartbeat of your idiot-eyed surrender to himself and to you ~

breeches around your ankles in the public squares, your uniform jackets drenched with drool, foaming down your legs and into your breeches, briefs so soaked-through there is nothing left to-be unseen ~

and you are breathing in the spice of cpt. drottin's beard, longing to bite at it, but you can only hold him, wishing your faces were clamped even closer together, stuffed by the figure-eight of a dual-chambered inflatable gag, mouths clamped into the optical illusion of a vice-grip jaw to jaw so you could meet his eyes, only his eyes, and never be away from those pools into which you longed to drown, but would plunge into only to scale up – for the light you saw was but a reflection of your own.

… you are the true foundation, brother joseph;

drottin sang to ache ~

the exhaustion he could no longer prolong.

/o

[ camera left rolling for six hours.

through the silky, slatten light

falling through embers of alleys;

cpt. hlaford bums a smoke off a derelict saint, to bless him with a bottle of spiced rum, and a pirate jig they will do.

a pirate jig they did do for you.]

o|

( )

.\

- cpt. drottin. my, my – aren't you looking lovely this fine day!

- thank you, cpt. haruspex. all the world is lovely that i look upon ~

- do you ever feel, like, er – there's somethin that needs to be done that you aren't doin, mate? sometimes i feel like i, um – sorta use people to distract myself from my real problems?

- bro, you shouldn't be talking to me if you have things you need to do.

- mate, no – it's not like that, it's more, like –

- you can't make excuses for yourself, cpt. haruspex. you're a brave and enduring soul who every day stands in the muck of primordial chaos and pushes the world heaved upon your shoulders back up into the warm and ever enduring horizon line of the sun. you know this to be the truest and most real you. you know the smog which composes the pollutant of your atmospheres arises only from maladaptive industry, and this is simply the cumulative effect of many tiny corrosions which have gone unchecked, for an arrest has come over your basest components.

... you are a live today, cpt. haruspex. the day is what you make of it, and you ought make a reality the many fine things you know yourself capable. will you take my hand? take your hand and make a pledge to me?

- mate, your hands i'd – 

- don't be scared, brother brux. i'm just a man. 

- …

- haha, hey lil slime trail.

- it's just, um – you're so warm and so soft – i don't want to lose myself in your eyes, cause i'm not as strong a swimmer as i should be, or maybe i am, bein the one to be born and all, it's just – i jump headfirst into choppy waters or else plunge into the arctic cold? cause i like to? 

… guess it sorta feels like when i see the storm waves or the blackest depths, i gotta take the leap. if i don't, it's like – why didn't ya jump in? why didn't ya endanger your life? what's a self-preservation instinct done but hold ya back to the wall? think you're ever gonna flower in the ice?

/// sure are gettin oily, mate – way your hormones are chuggin away.

... what ya see's what ya get, and all ya see is the filth gushin out ya. you breakin up, or you breakin out? i seein static or caulked splotches? why i see a time-lapse of a rose on every face, so bright and clear i can anoint myself with my own imaginins?

... guess it sorta feels like the slicker i get, the more i can stay outta holds, but um – i don't always know if there're people grabbin at me while i'm under water? the pressure wraps around me. some hand, some arm. throats always grippin mine. don't always know what i need to do. if i'm strugglin to keep my head up, or strugglin to sink!

- cpt. haruspex, look upon this vast country. all but the sink is yours.

... cpt. haruspex, look upon this scarred and arid continent. all but the sink is yours. you have no basin in which to let stagnate still waters, and no gorge cut by the slow erosion of a coercive night's languid stream.

... you are face down now in a puddle of your own brewing, gasping for air when you could simply flip and meet the sky ~

falling to the sky 

… some fisheye of waters diffused, icy only at the rims of space.

... sun warmed as the sands in which you lie, standing only to see truth.

... cpt. haruspex, you have dominion over every beast that you tame. you have dominion over every land you claim. you receive nothing of what you have asked, though you have accepted everything you have to gain. you assist and you are given, and you insist only so you do not receive. there are things which you are owed, and to make yourself known will bestow upon you the earnings of your actions! do not drown yourself in your own meager moisture – not when you have it within you to call upon those pressures of the sea, to cloak out the air ~ in the black tumult of the storm winds, you may blot out the sun – for an hour, for a day – to drench the droughted land in the downpour for which it is overdue!

- am i like heat, lux? risin like air, or bread in the oven? will i be fanned down or else carved and buttered? am i a tasty lil croissant – you wanna have me for breakfast, deem me the fittest meal, unworthy as i am?

- with my coffee, um – put some butter in there, too – make it shimmer as gold in the suns you obscure, for what dim light you have is surely radiant, though it skims only blackenings of my won-blotted eyes?

- and my waters? soakin the land as a fair maid well-aware i have tracked her far across the fields?

... will they sink deep, between the hard baked scales of the sun-drenched soil – the debris of what is dead and dry, to raise porous and fungal in the caps of some vast toadstool, as handsy as it is without hands? 

- i will always remember you, cpt. haruspex. you are the bell which makes me remember. you are the ring which wakes me to dismember.

- i am the phone you never pick up. i am a connection you did not make. i am a spring shower dried up too soon, for the light of the sun oppresses me with its bounty :-- which is not the meager bounty of oijyamb. doomed though i am, doom always ain't gotta be such a gloomy thing!

- in the shade, the boulevard of every garden :-- hatted though i am, no cat am I, though still i feed on all assortments of what i net! we are all the octopus :-- for we reach and we grasp, and the bites of our kisses leave their mark or their notch, more pattern than bloodclot or breakage!~

- lux, i err – really appreciate all you have to say, but i really need to go to the bathroom mate. can you please let go of my hands? your grip is so strong, so tight and so loving, i think it makes me quiver in ways that neither me or my bladder could ever get used to!

- go, brother brux! begin your showers early!

- land's gonna get real fertile, i can tell ya that mate!

-

– another brick, brother lux. it is a pleasure to be limed with you.

o|

///

...

[armchair slid against the tile, crashed back against the plateglass ;;

ceramic shattering, rootwork of marble slab pulled up by the plinth.]

,,,

\\\

.\

[cpt. psychorragia hunched over throbbing, polishing his pulsating meat, bellowing like an ape peeling, fondling, mashing bunches upon bunches of ripe bananas unfurling in pinecone fountain light waters gushing burgeoning spooge geysers of milk and honey in cascades of neuronal flares all throughout the denser coagulants of himself; all over his muscleboy mantits shoulders so broad and slopey.]

./ o ./

cpt. psychorrhax dabbed the cloth under cpt. schreibermachen's eyes.

blooms darkened the blue to bluer gray, as light as spring rain, shining black as mud beckoning a baptism in clay.

though he picked up far from little, it could hardly be enough.

the tears, infrequent though they were, bled him for the waters came too fast and too heavy, and left joey once more clinging to his brother –

some branch he ducked under to catch reprieve from the downpour, as he looked back to see fields bleak with storm swallowed by the choppy surf of some granite tide, finding himself now alone on a rock stranded out at sea, sodden beneath the wind-torn branches of this lone and rootless tree he kept upright, for he did not know, were he to lean his weight upon its boughs, would it sink or stay afloat.

- you're too good to me, laik.

- that is a contradiction in terms, cpt. schreibermachen.

where joey refused to push himself -- seduced always by the warmth of his brother's arms -- he would find himself pulled beneath the riptide, buried forever in the mudflats which churned beneath the shallow seas.  

- what depthless rubber lungs i have! what a well-scrubbed and castiron heart! let no man tell you there is no fortification to be found in running away! for what submersible would i be if i caved to the pressures ... !

joey's hands clenched laika's shoulders.

the blood grew torpid in his veins.

laika spoke, and made himself heard. 

- a lesson our brother, cpt. haruspex has no want to learn, for he lives his lectures daily, repeating them with such frequency.

his hands rested in mutual conspiracy with himself to lean further in, for he could feel only useless letting them hang limp at his sides, and so it made itself so that to anchor was always an act of will. 

– i shouldn't need you to do these things for me, laik.

though now joey felt only that he could push off, for there could be no indignity greater than being seen for what he could not hide.

once more, laika made himself more. 

-- i am the man you love. i would do these things and many more, and i would do them gladly, would you but permit me.

from the distance of a forearm's length, cpt. schreibermachen could meet his brother's eyes ~ the peak of a silver mountain through the mist.

– i shouldn't need you… to take care of me, laik.

laika leaned in.

joey's heat bled through the layers of their shared insulation. 

– everyone needs someone to take care of em, joe.

once more, a gooiness clung to the skin of his arms. pearlescent as honeysuckle baked in the heat of their embrace. steam distillations rose from pomegranate flesh and there were nothing but cocktails to be had.

– not the major. never the major. he is truly more – unconquerable than i.

laika allowed himself to linger – he had no cause to contradict in full. not here. where he was needed most. where he most needed to be.

– you don't know what he needs. sometimes i know better, big bro. 

joey stayed with him. it seemed natural. no protocol, and no guilt.

he would give anything, for with laika he had all to give.

for laika never asked for things he could not give.

[whatislovevavy]

Back again already with another scenario, I'm alternating between my accounts lmao. How would Jake react if someone started flirting with Mustang? Maybe one of the guys, because they don't know they're together yet?

I just love imagining Jake all territorial and childish, because someone's flirting with his girl, but he can't say it's his girl, because she's not ready to tell people yet.

Ok so I've also thought about incorporating this into the story as well lol but yes this is a very tantalizing thought.

Ok, ok, ok. This is kinda just a scenario that's been playing through my mind the past couple days. Tbh I can see it happening with a stranger or another member of the dagger squad. Hopefully, the muses let it satisfy:

It was a night of celebration. Everyone had come home safe and sound from the mission and Penny had opened the hard deck for Navy personnel only.

You got out your favorite sundress you packed for San Diego: a black soft fabric with lush pink roses gracing the fabric. You had forgone a bra and something special for Jake: your favorite pair of lacy soft pink panties.

From your knowledge, no one else on base knew about your relationship with Jake, with the exception of Rooster, Phoenix, Halo and possibly Coyote.

You both agreed to keep it on the down low until you both found a good time to break the news.

You'd been conversing with Halo as you watched Phoenix and Rooster go against Jake and Coyote in a few rounds of pool, the loser having to pay for the winners drinks.

Jake sent you a wink as he called the pocket and shot the 8-ball in, "and that's game."

Rooster and Phoenix's groans made you chuckle, as Jake sent you a smile as he went to the bar top to retrieve his and Coyote's winnings, as well as a treat for you.

"I'll be right back," you said to Phoenix as you made your way to the jukebox, while Halo went to talk with Harvard and Fritz at the dart boards.

As you looked through the disc collection for a Fleetwood Mac song, you missed hearing Yale approach you, lightly tapping you on the shoulder.

You jumped a bit, "oh hi, Yale, how's it going?"

"not so bad, can I get you a drink ?"

"sure, a beer would be great," you smiled softly going back to finding Rhiannon on the jukebox disc collection and pressing play.

As Yale returned, you only assumed he was being friendly. Those thoughts went down the drain as he complimented your sundress, his gaze focusing from where it cuts off around your knee to your framed breasts to your eyes.

You continued to make light conversation, playing the oblivious card.

"Hey, where's Mustang?" Jake asked when he returned to the pool table with two beers and a pina colada.

Phoenix only chuckled, as Rooster pursed his lips and pointed to where Yale was leaning into your personal space, not caging you in, but definitely too close for his comfort.

Jake's jaw tensed, furrowing his brows as his grip tightened on the glass of pineapple juice and rum as he watched Yale lean against the juke box more. Truth is, he couldn't blame Yale. You were as pretty as a peach and sweet like one too. He didn't know that you were very much taken, you both wanted to keep your relationship a secret for a bit longer. It made it more special and exciting.

But if more people on base kept flirting with you, he wouldn't last another day without having to fight or fuck you in front of someone, which ever came first

Rooster, Phoenix and Coyote only chuckled at his expression. It was that of a petulant teenager. A whipped petulant teenager.

"Bagman, you're gonna have to deal with more of this if you and Mustang don't make yourselves official soon." Phoenix playfully said as she took a sip of her beer.

"Ya know, I could say the same for you two." He snipped back, as Rooster choked on his beer and Phoenix shot him a glare.

Jake took a seat, but his eyes didn't leave your form. This sundress had to be his favorite and it didn't help that when you bent over, your dress left very little to the imagination. He knew you could handle yourself and-

Your laugh had simmered down and you were about to excuse yourself back to the pool tables when you felt Yale push a strand of hair out of your face as he smiled, "you know Mustang, since we're gonna be in Cali for a while would you wanna go out sometime ?"

"Yale, I really appreciate the offer and you're very nice but im-"

You heard a chair screech against the wooden floor as you saw Jake storm towards you and Yale in purposeful strides, jaw tense and eyes piercing.

"Hey community college, you mind if I steal Mustang for a few? Thanks." He said, not even looking at him.

"Jake, what are- put me down!"

Jake slung you over his shoulder, making strides towards who knows where, lightly smacking your ass to quell your protests, making your face burn bright red.

You couldn't believe he was doing this in front of your teammates and colleagues. How were you going to face them when Monday rolled around ? You looked up, seeing Halo and Phoenix's shocked but amused features, Rooster's and Yale's speechless face and the rest of the dagger squad's bewildered expressions. Luckily it was still loud and most people weren't paying attention, but still. You even heard a few whoops and cheers of encouragement.

You heard Jake push through the men's room door placing you down on the sink edge, checking to make sure the stalls were empty before locking the door.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him, his piercing eyes, straight domineering posture, the way his biceps flexed subtly as his hands flexed at his sides.

"Jake, I-"

He brought his lips to yours, growling, stealing the breath from your lungs.

"Princess, I'm gonna fuck you so hard that when I'm done everyone here is gonna know you're mine."

That was how everyone at the Hard Deck that night learned that you were Hangman's girl and the full range of sounds he brought out of you. And how the dagger squad pieced together that you were Hangman's special lady friend and you both were responsible for the uprooted felt on the base pool table. And how you got your favorite pair of panties ripped and "stolen" from you. And, lastly, how poor Yale found out that he wouldn't get that date with you, but you'd be sure to send him Halo's way.

___

So um yeah this is what I got tbh, hopefully it suffices. I feel the muses have served me well lol. Enjoy <3

Feel free to send an ask, my inbox is always open :)

Parts 1-4 of Mustang are up and more are on the way :)

Let me know if you'd like to join the taglist for asks and fics

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They arrived! 😭🥺 3 down one more to go!!! My heart is leaping for joy my sweet pina man figures and den den mushi have arrived!!!!!!

I will show my figure collection of all my new additions I haven’t got to share with you alll!!!!!

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Passive Income Magic: Turning Your Hobbies into Profitable Side Hustles

Welcome to the enchanting world of Passive Income Magic: Turning Your Hobbies into Profitable Side Hustles. Imagine a life where your favorite pastimes become a source of income, where you earn while doing what you love. It’s not a fairy tale; it’s a real possibility.

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In this blog post, we will unlock the secrets of transforming your hobbies into thriving side businesses. The allure of passive income beckons, offering financial freedom and the power to design your life on your terms. Whether you’re a passionate painter, a music enthusiast, or an avid collector, your hobbies can be more than just leisure activities — they can be your golden ticket to financial independence.

Join us on this magical journey as we reveal the alchemy of turning your passions into profit.

What is Passive Income?

Passive income, the dream of earning money without actively working for it. Picture yourself sipping a Pina Colada on a beach, while your bank balance steadily climbs. Passive income is the financial equivalent of having your cake and eating it too. And in this blog post, we’re going to delve into the magic of transforming your hobbies into profitable side hustles that generate passive income.

The Power of Hobbies

Hobbies are those things you do for the sheer joy of it, without worrying about making money. It could be anything from painting, playing the guitar, knitting, or even collecting vintage action figures. But what if you could turn these passions into a stream of income? That’s where the real magic begins.

Why This Blog Post Matters

In today’s world, where traditional job security is waning, the idea of creating your own income from something you love is incredibly appealing. With the right strategy, you can achieve financial independence and enjoy the freedom to live life on your terms.

A Sneak Peek into Success Stories

Before we dive deep, let’s look at a few success stories. Ever heard of Etsy? It started as a platform for crafters and artists to sell their creations, and now it’s a global e-commerce giant. Then there’s YouTube, where individuals turned their passion for everything from makeup tutorials to gaming into thriving channels with millions of subscribers. These examples show the immense potential of turning hobbies into profitable ventures.

Identifying Your Profitable Hobby

Hobby vs. Side Hustle

Before you start counting your passive income, it’s essential to understand the distinction between a hobby and a side hustle. A hobby is something you do for enjoyment, while a side hustle is an activity that earns you money. The sweet spot lies in merging the two.

Evaluating Your Hobbies

Not all hobbies are created equal in terms of profitability. You need to assess your hobbies’ market potential, skill set, and the effort required to turn them into a money-making endeavor.

Market Research and Demand

For your hobby to become a successful side hustle, it’s crucial to identify a market demand for your niche. Tools like Google Trends and social media analytics can provide valuable insights into what people are looking for.

Skill Development and Passion

Passive income doesn’t happen overnight. It’s crucial to develop the necessary skills and remain passionate about your hobby. You must keep learning and improving to stay competitive.

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Monetizing Your Hobby

Understanding Different Avenues

Passive income isn’t a one-size-fits-all concept. You have various options to choose from, including selling products, offering services, or generating content.

The Art of Content Creation

Content creation, through blogs, YouTube, podcasts, or social media, is a popular way to monetize your hobbies. It’s like sharing your passion with the world and getting paid for it.

E-commerce and Selling Handmade Goods

If you’re a craftsperson, artist, or collector, platforms like Etsy or eBay can be your playground. Turn your creations into cash by reaching a global audience.

Coaching, Workshops, and Consultation

If you’re a hobby expert, consider offering your knowledge through coaching, workshops, or consultation services. Sharing your expertise can be a lucrative venture.

Building an Online Presence

Crafting a Personal Brand

Your personal brand is your unique identity in the online world. It’s what makes you stand out. Make sure it’s appealing, consistent, and reflects your passion.

Creating a Stunning Website

A well-designed website is your online storefront. It should be user-friendly, visually appealing, and optimized for SEO to attract more visitors.

Leveraging Social Media

Social media platforms like Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok can be powerful tools to promote your side hustle. Develop a content strategy and engage with your audience.

SEO and Visibility

Optimizing your online presence for search engines is crucial. Use keywords and quality content to improve your website’s visibility.

Managing Your Time and Resources

Balancing Work and Passion

Managing a side hustle alongside a full-time job or other commitments can be challenging. Effective time management is the key to success.

Budgeting and Investment

While many side hustles require minimal investment, some may need resources like equipment, software, or marketing. Budget wisely.

Tools and Resources

The digital age offers a plethora of tools and resources to make your side hustle journey smoother. From project management apps to financial software, there’s something for everyone.

Overcoming Challenges

Building a profitable side hustle from a hobby isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. You’ll face obstacles, but with perseverance and a positive attitude, you can overcome them.

Scaling Your Side Hustle

Diversification and Multiple Income Streams

To increase your passive income, explore multiple avenues within your niche. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.

Expanding Your Audience

Growth is essential. Continually work on expanding your audience through marketing, collaborations, and networking.

Collaborations and Partnerships

Team up with like-minded individuals or companies. Collaborations can lead to new opportunities and a broader reach.

Long-Term Planning

Have a clear vision of where you want to take your side hustle. Long-term planning helps you stay focused and achieve your goals.

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Passive Income Success

Celebrating Your Success

Congratulations! You’ve now unlocked the magic of turning your hobbies into profitable side hustles. The journey may have its ups and downs, but the destination is worth it.

The Journey of a Thousand Hobbies

Your journey doesn’t end here. Keep exploring new hobbies and opportunities. You never know where the next source of passive income might come from.

Encouragement for the Future

If you’re still on the fence about pursuing a side hustle from your hobby, take that leap of faith. The possibilities are endless, and the financial freedom is within reach.

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Conclusion

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[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Welcome to all new Library Patrons!

Let me introduce myself.  I’m the “Librarian,” and have been since fall of 2020.  I’ve been a fan of Rob’s since about 2009 (Cherrybomb era, pre-Misfits), but I really threw myself into all of this two years ago.  

I write for nearly all of Rob’s characters both Y/N and OCs (I’ve got about six, including three generations of women).  I also write a variety of sexualities and genders too.  I level from the mundane and sweet to the incredibly saucy and spicy.  Those are specially designated with a double asterisk**  

Master List

Now seeing as we are still on the season 3 high of The Umbrella Academy let me point you to the Klaus section where you can start off with some spice, or build up to it.  ((These are all DISTINCTLY NC-17))

The Joan Jett Trilogy

Do You Wanna Touch Me There?

Bad Reputation

Cherrybomb

I also write for Nathan Young.  This is my fem!reader collection containing some spice, some fluff, and loads of sexiness:

Like A Prayer

The Dog Days Are Over

The Dog Days are Done

Next we have some Vincent Rhodes x fem!reader because I know you all quite enjoy him.  Again, as Vincent always calls for this, we have him encountering sweet ‘n’ spicy:

I Think We’re Alone Now

Two Pina Coladas

Last, but certainly not least, I noticed you lovely newcomers sniffing around a bit of Luke from Cherrybomb?  No fear, my darlings, I’ve got several for our Belfast Bad Boy and a fem!reader too:

She Wants Revenge

Everything He Wants

Now, kiddos, these are just three of the outstanding characters I write for.  My Master List is alphabetical by character (Billy, Cormac, Darren, etc).  Then, under each character they are listed in the order they can/sometimes should, be read!  Please feel free to stay awhile.  The doors are open to everyone as is my inbox for a request or questions or just to chat because you may need someone. 

Once again welcome!

The Librarian

[randoauthor]

Tag Game!

Okay so the wonderful @turningtoclown tagged me in this and I figured it looks like fun so why the hell not lets give it a go!!

-Rules: Tag 10 people you wanna get to know better!

Favorite time of the year:

Okay my favorite time of year would have to be fall, I love that sometimes it can be a little chilly so you are able to bundle up, but I also like when it can be a little warmer and you are able to wear like jeans and a T-shirt! It's that weird time in fall where school is just starting but the colors of the trees are changing, it's my absolute favorite!

Comfort food:

Honestly the cutie/clementine things that you can buy like pounds of, I can eat like 10 in a sitting they are so good! that or a bagel and cream cheese, but that is one food that you can never go wrong with!

Do you collect anything?:

I collect two things! Pop Figures and the Starbucks Been There Series Mugs! The Funko Pops allow me to share all of my favorite Fandoms and the Mugs let me share every place I have traveled to so both are a great way I express myself, I think I am well over 100 pop figures at this point and probably nearing like 40-ish mugs! I also have like 6 ukulele's that I love to play!

Favorite drink:

It depends on the context! If we are going full on alcohol then the Smirnoff Green apple is my favorite so far! But if its a mocktail then a Pina Colada. Otherwise my go to coffee is a Chai Latte or if I don't want the caffeine I go for a frozen hot chocolate!

Favorite song / artist:

Oh boy, my top song so for this year based on apple music is Should’ve Been a Cowboy by Toby Keith it has such a good memory attached to it so whenever I am sad I'll listen to it! But an all time favorite that I always go back to for some reason is Matilda my Harry Styles

Current favorite songs:

Keep Driving - Harry Styles

Home - Michael Buble (a good one for ldr!)

Cleopatra - The Lumineers

When I Met You - Ethan Nestor (if there are any CrankGamePlays fans)

Favorite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Great Balls of Fire - both Jerry Lee Lewis and Miles Tellers' versions

5 Foot 9 - Tyler Hubbard

Kiwi - Harry Styles

Someone New - Hozier

Therapy - Andrew Garfield and Venessa Hudgens

Favorite fics:

Oh man, right now I am in my Top Gun and Top Gun: Maverick Phase and so I am absolutely loving those fics rn but I am also a huge Marvel Fan! So here are my top ten!

He's so Pretty (when he goes down on me) : This is a Bob fic by the fabulous @seasonsbloom it's hot, like very hot, so if you are a fan of the lovable Robert Floyd and you want something a little spicier (and by a little I mean a fuck ton) I definitely suggest this one!

Be My Angel : This one is by @mitchellpete and if you guys are a fan of my Pete Mitchell fics you'll definitely love hers!

Leave the Light On : This is a toothachingly sweet fic about Rooster and his soon to be wife! @halfway-happyyy wrote this one and honestly it made me tear up a little bit!

The Running series by @Ichawriter is so unfathomably good I literally sat and waited by my phone for the notification that she had posted the next part, I added part one!

Bun In the Oven this one is by @glodessa it's another icky sweet fic but it always puts a smile on my face when I read it!

A Glimpse of Them I just about cried reading that one, to see it from Mav's perspective was absolutely genius and I love the writing style of @bradshawsbaby

Home This one is glorious, you get to see a wonderful glimpse of Bradshaw being a bad and it is just super fluffy!

That Didn't Go as Planned oh my god do I love this fic! that fact that everyone is just as panicked as Rooster is absolutely adorable! @sebastianstangirl01 wrote this and its a super light hearted fic!

Hold My Hand this is a series by @mads-weasley with two technical breakdowns and I absolutely love it, I thing each part is beautifully written and we get the grow with the characters instead of just watching them!

Of Reunions and Sacred Traditions is a cute fic written by @gloryofroses19 it's simplicity yet raw moments drew so man y emotions out of me!

Okay I am gonna tag:

@mrsroosterbradshaw02, @It-Bradshaw, @Ichawriter, @belowtheharddeck, @top-gun-rooster, @youlightmeupfinn, @bratshaws, @nickie-amore, @itscheybaby, @dilfsandtherapy

Good luck to you all, have fun! And obviously don't post if you don't feel like it! It's not like I have a say, all I ask is if you do post tag me! I wanna see the responses

[callhimnowmarisamylove]

Getting to know you meme

Thanks for the tag @jamlavender

Favourite time of year: I would have once said Autumn because it’s when my birthday is and I do enjoy the changing of the seasons into those colder months, when things gets crispy and the leaves turn and there’s this nostalgia to the air that’s inexplicable. However, it was a really long dreary winter this year, and we’ve just got into summer here in NZ and I’m really loving the longer days and balmy weather so I may have been converted recently into a summer-lovin person.

Comfort foods: To quote Oprah, “I love bread. I love bread!” I love carbs and pasta and cheese and pizza and I always always will. I also have a raging sweet tooth and chocolate is my downfall.

Do you collect anything: Not really in a deliberate ‘I’m a serious collector’ way, but I do have quite a stash of Funko Pops, although I don’t keep them safe in their boxes or anything. In fact, my little cousins enjoy playing with them when they come round, and the other day we had an epic game where I acted out the whole of ‘The Amber Spyglass’ with my Lyra, Marisa and Asriel Pops. I used Will Byers as Will Parry, and a tiny lego dinosaur as Lord Roke who my 6 year-old cousin renamed ‘Lil Rick’.

Favourite drinks: My go to alcoholic drink is a G & T, or a Pina Colada if I’m somewhere that does cocktails. I love anything creamy, milky and sweet, so if there’s ever the opportunity for a thick-shake, I will slorp that up.

Favourite music artists: Completely and unequivocally my number one fave is Cher. I’m absolutely obsessed with her. When I was 5 my mum sat me down to watch her big farewell tour which was on TV over Christmas. I don’t remember much except being utterly transfixed by her, and when my mum explained that this was the last tour she would ever do (ha!) my young brain thought this meant she would literally never be seen or heard from again (something akin to death), and I distinctly remember lying in bed that night wishing with all my might that she would come back. Skip forward 15 years and I saw her live in Auckland (a transcendent experience), so my wish really did come true! 

Current favourite songs: I’m still listening to Taylor Swift’s Midnights on repeat, my Spotify says that my most played song right now is ‘You’re On Your Own Kid’ which I loveee. I’m currently obsessed with Lorne Balfe’s ‘Love Across Worlds’ from the HDM S3 anthology soundtrack, it goes so hard. I’m also still really vibing with Michael & Michelle’es EP, especially ‘The Watching Silence’ which was apparently my most played song this year! It does crack me up that they’re just Lady Mary and Andy the footman from Downton Abbey though lol.

Favourite fics: Literally every single thing @jamlavender has ever written, we are sooooo lucky to have her bringing Masriel to life in all their beautiful deranged sexy messed up glory. My two greatest favourites of hers would have to be ‘Unholy Ghosts’ because it was something I requested specifically and Ellie was so generous in fulfilling my prompt better than I could ever have imagined. I’m also obsessed with ‘Aelysium’ which hit me so damn hard but gave Masriel a bittersweet and perfect ending.  

Favourite video games: I am not a gamer unless you count the childhood years of Poptropica and Neopets which were epic times!

I tag @a-whole-tempest-in-a-teacup @queenofnabooty @oceanssapart @cozcat and @andallthatmerrymishigas (and anyone else who’s interested!)

[sirenedoug]

OFMD Mixtape

Having gone down the rabbit hole that is OFMD brain rot, and being of GenX, my love note to the show, those who created it, and the wonderful Fandom, is in the form of a mixtape. Er, rather, a playlist.

 Music has always been a salve and takes my mind away from all the trauma of the world.  This list goes from fun and silly to the most angsty, love sick, heart thumping collection representing mainly Stede and Ed’s character development and romance.  

I’m going to break them down episode by episode and you can find all the songs linked here:

Please have mercy on me.  I am new to the beautiful world of Fandom (ignore my shoebox full of Star Wars bubble gum cards and my Tardis cookie jar…it took a Pandemic and, well, the current state of the world to bring me to this wonderful collection of people in love with a show.  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a show, and obsessively thinking about the beauty of it all.) I’m working some shit out, apparently.  My rambling gets longer as I get further in the list.

So, with that, please comment suggested songs you find just as angsty and fitting. I've got room for 50 songs on each side of my cassette.

With Love…

Episode 1

We’re going to start, soft and sweet, with “A Pirate’s Life” by Joel Fry. 

Yup, part of the soundtrack for the show. This sea shanty by the talented actor who plays Fenchie perfectly captures the innocent (and ignorant) Stede-view of life as a pirate before reality begins to sink in for Stede and for us all.

”The Empty Boat” by Caetano Veloso is also part of the soundtrack and was a perfect way to end the show after Stede experiences death and bumbles through the pirate captain life. It’s too perfect not to add to the list.  Soft and sad,  “From the east to the west, Oh, the stream is long, Yes, my dream is wrong, From the birth to the death” captures Stede’s birth as a pirate and death of his former self.  His journey begins.



Episode 2

”Lola” by The Kinks introduced me to gender identity and sexuality and acceptance.  I was fascinated by this song as a kid.  There are so many struggles of identity in this episode and the acceptance that love is love is a big part of the beauty of this show.  Olu understands his love of Jim, and Lucius discover’s Jim’s secret and discloses his own history of hiding who he really is.  Izzy is sent to meet Stede and the stage is set for an epic love story.  

Episode 3

"Fantasy" by Mariah Carey may not seem angsty, but it can be.  At the beginning of this Episode Stede is beginning to lean into, in a very Stede way, being a pirate.  He’s in love with his image of what a pirate captain is, and struts through the Republic of Pirates in his virginal white frock dragging poor Lucius (identified as decidedly non-virginal with a scarlet baptism).  I picture Stede tone deaf to his surroundings and singing along with Carey, “Oh, when you walk by every night, Talkin’ sweet and lookin’ fine, I get kinda hectic inside, Mmm, baby I’m so into you, Darlin’, if you only knew, All the things that flow through my mind” as he sings to his inner Gentleman Pirate.   But I like to imagine Blackbeard’s fascination with the Stede he has not yet met, having those very same thoughts, about the Gentleman Pirate. 

A shout-out to the sample in Carey’s song of Tom Tom Club's "Genius of Love".  “With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend, There’s no beginning and there is no end, Feels like I’m dreaming, but I’m not sleeping” Nuff said.

Now we get stabby and properly angsty.

Episode 4

Taylor Swift's "Wonderland" (Wow, that cover looks like it came straight from “Pina Coladas” by the gifted faeeebaeee! Read this if you have not. Be warned, however, faeeebaeee invented angst.) Taylor Swift has not, up to this time,  been in rotation at my house. I had heard rumors she wrote a bit angsty, but man, that girl is working some shit out.  She and Robert Smith need to collaborate.  And thank goodness she did, because this song is perfect for both Ed and Stede.  As mid-life-crisis-Ed sits by mid-life-crisis-Stede’s sickbed and nurses him with his eyes, and um, gentle touch, and as Stede awakens to meet a man (a pirate even) who appreciates him for who he is, I can hear Wonderland playing, “Flashing lights and we, Took a wrong turn and we, Fell down a rabbit hole, You held on tight to me, ‘Cause nothing’s as it seems, And spinning out of control…We found Wonderland, You and I got lost in it, And we pretended it could last forever”.  That’s it.  The only song for this episode.  It’s got the lighthouse, it’s got the tension with Izzy, it’s got Ed’s plan to kill Stede and assume Stede’s identity.  It’s got Ed’s look, as he walks away from Izzy.  It’s got Stede’s fantasy coming to full fruition.  Ooooooh, the angst.

Episode 5

"Got Weird" by Dodie

Oh Dodie, Dodie, Dodie, how I do love thee.  And really, most of her lyrics come straight out of Ed’s brain, I’m convinced.  But this song IS the inner dialogue both Ed and Stede have at different points during this episode in order to navigate dinner with the fancy white racist upper crust weirdos. “Table for two, that’s all sorted, I played the man, and you bought it, We’ll talk over glass, like I own it….So take a deep breath, a big stretch, baby, It’ll feel like a movie (maybe)...A pep talk in a bathroom corner, Do I down the gin, stick to water?”  

And really, this song would be great after the actual kiss as well…but as Ed clearly wants to kiss Stede at the end of this episode, you can imagine this being the scenario Ed is worried will take place, “I got weird when we made out, What a goddamn kiss to think about…Clearly, I’ve got shit to figure out, Baby, baby, please don’t hate me, Call me up again, I won’t get weird”.

"Rises the Moon" by Liana Flores

Just perfect.  Sweet.  Sad, cuz we know what we know now that we’ve watched the whole season more times than we are able to admit to ourselves. (btw-I’m not using the royal we here, I’m talking you and me and you and you and you…we know who we are)

 “Days fade into a watercolour blur, Memories swim and haunt you, But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke, Rises the moon”

Episode 6

"I Caught Myself" by Paramore I’ve got two songs by Paramore on my mixtape, and this one is for Ed.  It represents his struggle with the Kraken, it represents his struggle with his feelings towards Stede and it represents his struggle with his loyalty to Izzy.  It opens, “Down to you, You’re pushing and pulling me down to you, But I don’t know what I, Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself, I’m saying something that I should have never thought…I’m saying something that I should have never thought of you, of you…But I don’t know what I want, No I don’t know what I want, You got it, you got it, Some kind of magic, Hypnotic, hypnotic, You’re leaving me breathless, I hate this, I hate this” and I should just write out the whole damn song.  It’s Ed’s struggle with all the relationships in his life.

"Simply the Best" by Billianne  I love this version of the song that I’m sure you’ve heard on TikTok. This song is for the bathtub scene.   (I realize there have been many “bathtub scenes” over time.  Usually they are disturbing, or creepy, or scary, or romantic.  This one is just beautiful.)  This is Stede’s heart telling Ed he loves him when he breaks through the door and tells him, “I’m your friend”.  Course, Stede doesn’t understand it’s love yet.  And it’s Ed being completely and brutally honest with Stede, and the way his cheek leans on Stede’s hand…my heart is breaking a little…again.

“I call you when I need you, my heart’s on fire, You come to me, come to me wild and wild, When you come to me, Give me everything I need…Take my heart and make it strong, baby, You’re simply the best, Better than all the rest, Better than anyone, Anyone I’ve ever met, I’m stuck on your heart, I hang on  every word you say, Tear us apart, Baby, I would rather be dead”. 

Episode 7

"Seven" by Taylor Swift

Yes, I get the hype over Taylor Swift now.  What a beautiful song, and for my angsty purposes here, it kills two sets of love birds with one stone so to speak (apologies to Carl).  

This song references childhood trauma and we certainly explore Jim’s trauma in their life as a child as well as just having learned about Ed’s dad in the previous episode.  Swift sings, “And I’ve been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted, Your dad is always mad and that must be why, And I think you should come live with, Me and we can be pirates, Then you won’t have to cry, Or hide in the closet”.  How perfect is that?

But the love, too, and this episode ends with love, the near kiss with Olu and Jim, the stuck snake snack scene.  “Our love will be passed on”

And there’s one little line in the song that feels like it is foretelling events, “I still got love for you, Pack your dolls and a sweater, We’ll move to India forever…Our love lasts so long.”

"Absolutely Smitten" by Dodie This song captures the joy of the back-and-forth silly banter about Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill and Other Delacacies and Delights and Fishing Equipment scene…it’s got the giddy first love feels all over it.  

“She feels her heart begin to swell, Handsome stranger, you have made her insides turn to jelly,  She wants to dance around the room, Kiss you until her lips turn blue…She’s absolutely smitten, She’ll never let you go”.



Episode 8

"Hate Myself" by Dodie We are now seriously circling the angsty drain of sadness my friends. So buckle up, more songs to cover the last 3 episodes. This song could be playing in both Stede and Ed’s minds while Calico Jack is wrecking havoc.  Ed self-doubting and sabotaging his relationship with Stede.  Stede horribly confused by his own feelings towards Ed, towards Jack, and desperate to have his Ed back.

“Could it be different?  Did I ruin the day?  Oh, do you look angry?  Oh, what did I say?  Filling in the gaps, something wrong with me, I’m getting desperate, losing my mind…When you go quiet, I hate myself”

"Dreaming With A Broken Heart" by John Mayer Again, a song for both Stede and Ed.  Ed has gone off with Jack and I imagine this song has been playing in Stede’s mind all night.  He’s put the song on replay all night long and his red-rimmed eyes say he didn’t sleep a wink (I won’t say 17-year-old-me may have put The Cure’s “Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me” album on replay all night after her little heart got broken-she feels you, Stede).  Ed, waking up, face in the sand, could have the same song playing.

“When you’re dreaming with a broken heart, The waking up is the hardest part, You roll out of bed and down on your knees, And for a moment, you can hardly breathe, Wondering, ‘Was she really here?, Is she standing in my room?’, No she’s not, ‘Cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone”

"S.O.S." by ABBA You know what, Stede?  You would feel so much better if you just came to my house and we came up with a roller skating routine to this song from a record my mom just got.  We can practice in the basement and later, we can put on a show!

“Where are those happy days, They seem so hard to find, I try to reach for you, But you have closed your mind, Whatever happened to our love?, I wish I understood, It used to be so nice, It used to be so good, So when you’re near me, Darling, can’t you hear me, S.O.S., The love you gave me, Nothing can save me, S.O.S., When you’re gone, How can I even try to go on?  (oh good lord, every lyric in this song is so perfect…and Rhys Darby learned morse code in the NZ military, so, S.O.S.) When you’re gone, Thought I try, how can I carry on?, You seemed so far away, Though you were standing near, You made me feel alive, But something died, I fear…” Every.  Word.  Is.  Perfect.

"The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac After the first time I watched this episode, I had to replay this scene again and again.  It was like watching a perfect music video on MTV’s 120 Minutes circa 1990.  And really, the more I watched, the more I was convinced this is really Izzy’s song about Ed.  So sad, for Izzy.

“Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise, Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies, And if you don’t love me now, You will never love me again, I can still hear you saying, You would never break the chain”

******foot touch****** My heart.

Episode 9

"Sparks" by Coldplay Boy are Ed and Stede in their own heads at the beginning of this episode. Stede is shaken by the news he is “dead” and the old guilt about Mary and the children begins to seep back in.  Stede tries to re-kindle the adventure dynamic that made him and Ed so happy, but Ed is floating through the up-ending of his life whilst folding stuff, and that’s OK.  Ed has made a huge sacrifice to save Stede and he’s promising, in his own way, to be there for him, no matter what.  This melancholy song could, once again, fit both our favorite pirates.   

“Did I drive you away?, I know what you’ll say, You say, ‘Oh sing one we know’, But I promise you this, I’ll always look out for you…My heart is yours, It’s you that I hold on to…I know I was wrong, But I won’t let you down…”

"Like Real People Do" by Hozier  Oh the kiss.  Oh the kiss.  Oh the kiss. I understand that Hozier wrote the song imagining a romance from one of the well preserved bog bodies pulled from a peat bog in Ireland and a live human, but Ed and Stede both consider themselves monsters of a sort, so, voila!  This is a beautiful song, and the lyrics really do fit the kiss.

“I had a thought, dear, However scary, About that night…I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask you, neither should you, Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, We should just kiss like real people do”

"Pink in the Night" by Mitski This is all Ed on the pier, my babies.  “Perfect Day” by Lou Reed is beautiful too, but this feels more fitting (also, fun fact, no heroine).  He’s given up everything to save Stede and now he’s flayed his heart open for the man and there he sits in the lavender sunset.  

“I glow pink in the night in my room, I’ve been blossoming alone over you, And I hear my heart breaking tonight, I hear my heart breaking tonight…I love you, I love you, I love you…and I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right, Can I try again, and again, and again…”

"Two Birds" by Regina Spektor

“Two birds on a wire, One tries to fly away, And the other watches him close from that wire, He says he wants to as well, But he is a liar”  

Poor Ed.  Poor Stede.  Screw you Chauncey.

Episode 10

"Stop This Train" by John Mayer Can’t listen too carefully to this one, but the sentiment is spot on.  Stede, middle aged and caught between his family and his *still can’t quite understand he is in love* Ed, thrown back into his old mindset by the bullying of Chauncey and Chauncey’s subsequent violent death, flees home.  Life is moving too quickly for him and he returns home, thinking there will be a solution.  Well, there is, I suppose.  But the consequences…oh, Ed.

“No, I’m not colorblind, I know the world is black and white, I try to keep an open mind, But I just can’t sleep on this tonight, Stop this train, I want to get off and go home again, I can’t take the speed it’s moving in, I know I can’t, But honestly, won’t someone stop this train?”

Meanwhile, consequences…

To quote Buttons, the next songs are just going to be pure tone…

ED:

"Shallows" by Daughter

“Let the water rise, Let the ground crack, Let me fall inside, Lying on my back, Lying on my back, Dry your smoke-stung eyes, So you can see the light, Staring at the sky, Watching Stars collide, Watching stars, If you leave, When I go, Find me, In the shallows”

"Where Is My Mind" covered by Maxence Cyrin- instrumental only

"Where Is My Mind?" by the Pixies

“Where is my mind?  Where is my mind?  Where is my mind?  Way out in the water, See it swimming, I was swimming in the Caribbean…Bump into me, swear he’s, Tryin’ a talk to me, say wait, wait…”

"Avalanche" by Leonard Cohen

“You who wish to conquer pain, You must learn what makes me kind, The crumbs of love that you offer me, They’re the crumbs I’ve left behind, Your pain is no credential here, It’s just the shadow, shadow of my wound, I have begun to long for you, I who have no greed, I have begun to ask for you, I who have no need, You say you’ve gone away from me, But I can feel you when you breathe”

"Monster" by Dodie

“Tell me again, About how it hurts, Being awfully loud, For an introvert, Get out of my room, Smile wiped clean, Isn’t it weird, To be so mean?, I’m guessing that I’ve grown horns, I guess I’m human no more, Oh, how easily passion twists, You think I’m a crazy bitch, I craft my words to fit your head, ‘Cause no one listens to the dead, So maybe I will talk to you, The only way I know how to, I’ve said my speech, Through sharpened teeth, You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin, Please, let the devil in”

STEDE:

"Strange" by Celeste

“Say isn’t it strange? Isn’t it strange?  I am still me, You are still you, In the same place, Isn’t it strange, How people can change, From strangers to friends, Friends into lovers, And strangers again?”

"The Night We Met" by Lord Huron

“I am not the only traveler, Who has not repaid his debt, I’ve been searching for a trail to follow again, Take me back to the night we met, And then I can tell myself, What the hell I’m supposed to do, And then I can tell myself, Not to ride along with you, I had all and then most of you, Some and now none of you, Take me back to the night we met, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Haunted by the ghost of you, Oh, take me back to the night we met”

"All I Wanted" by Paramore

“Think of me when you’re out, when you’re out there, I’ll beg you nice from my knees…All I wanted was you, All I wanted was you, I think I’ll pace my apartment a few times, And fall asleep on the couch, Wake up early to black and white re-runs, That escaped from my mouth, All I wanted was you…I could follow you to the beginning, And just to relive the start, And maybe then we’ll remember to slow down, At all of our favorite parts, All I wanted was you”

"Ready Now" by Dodie 

“You saw through me, All this time, I’d forgotten, People are kind, I was hurting, And you knew, So you showed me, What to do, You said, ‘I will listen, Tell it all, When you’re finished, We’ll talk more’, But I didn’t know how, So we took it in turns, And to my surprise, We found my words, Feet firm on the ground, We stood hand in hand, The world seemed to tell me, That I have a plan, Together, we sang, ‘I’m ready, now’”

I’m hoping that last song by Dodie ends up on my next mixtape for Ed…

And the last song leaves us all dangling over the side of the Revenge, preferably offering Lucius a hand up and into a secret compartment while Stede finds his footing on the water and Ed watches Frenchie hoist his new flag…

"Miles From Nowhere" by Yusuf/Cat Stevens

“Miles from nowhere, Guess I’ll take my time, Oh yeah, to reach there, Look up at the mountain, I have to climb, Oh yeah, to reach there…I creep through the valleys, And I grope through the woods, ‘Cause I know when I find it, my honey, It’s gonna make me feel good, I love everything, So don’t it make you feel sad, ‘Cause I’ll drink to you, my baby, I’ll think to that, yes, I’ll think to that”