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[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; his girls.

warnings .: female reader, the SMALLEST bit of angst, just a lot of overly detailed domestic simon. baby daddy simon who is still in love with you! maybe ooc. unedited cuz :p

note .: ty baby suz for reading it over!! @dr4kenz <;33

.: masterlist.

baby daddy ! simon who walks with his daughter to school for her first day, he’s has her small disney-themed backpack tugged onto his shoulder, the straps too small and digging into his skin. but he doesn’t care. his other hand is accompanied by your daughter, her small fingers looped around only his index.

she’s babbling about random things, how excited she is to make new friends, the ladybug who landed on her shoulder and gave her good luck, how she’s going to pick out new hair clips when you take her to the mall later today.

she’s jumping around — her light-up shoes blinking wildly with every exaggerated step, and simon hovers his arm close behind her in case she slips and falls.

“you don’t have to, it’s early in the morning, and i know you’re busy,” you mumble over the phone, pressing the device between your ear and shoulder. you’re cursing softly, trying to fix up your daughter’s lunch while trying not to burn her special breakfast, the blueberry pancakes that you dyed purple with food coloring, a tradition she started when she first started pre-school. since then, as good luck, she would stuff herself with the artificially colored pancakes for the first day of school.

from the other line, simon can hear all the commotion, and he’s already slipping out of his pajamas and into warmer clothes. “how ‘bout i come over and help her get ready?” his question is more of a loose remark. he’s already heading down the stairs to slip his shoes on.

you hiss loudly, your hand brushing against the hot kettle you had put on for your cup of tea. “no, i couldn’t ask you to do that.” you set your phone down and put it on speaker, sighing loudly when the flames flicker over the pan. you had burnt her pancakes and would have to make them again. “just go back to sleep.”

“i’m already on my way,” simon grunts, the cold air slapping him in the face as he steps outside and into his car. “miss that little bug,” he utters, keeping you on the phone as he begins to drive. if he’s being honest, your frantic voice eases him a bit; it reminds him that he is still needed despite your relationship. whenever things get too rough for you, there’s not a moment of hesitation when you call him, and although you deny any attempts of his help, he knows that you’re just being stubborn. 

his drive to your place is short; he’s fishing into his pocket and pulling out the spare key you gave him. a childish giggle and tiny footsteps greet him before he can fully open the door, small arms wrapping around his leg. 

“daddy!” the young girl squeals, her arms hugging his thigh tighter as she forcefully drags him through the door. simon’s lips turn up in a soft smile, and he kicks his shoes off and picks up his daughter. “hey, kid. you givin’ mama a hard time?” 

the stubble on his chin tickles her when he presses a wet kiss to her cheek, another giggle rising from her chest. simon hoists her onto his hip, holding her close as he walks into the house to find you. 

for a moment, he watches you as you continue to busy yourself in the kitchen. pajamas loosely hanging from your body, your hair pulled into a messy bun – strands slipping from the rubberband and splaying over the nape of your neck. 

 “hey, ma.” simon greets, his voice gruff and deep from just waking up moments ago. he presses his free hand to your hip and lets his lips linger on the temple of your forehead. a sweet, friendly…good morning kiss. how he always greets his girls.

“mornin’ si.” you turn in his hold, glancing up at him in acknowledgment before you flip another large pancake. “can you get her dressed? i laid out an outfit on her bed.”

the girl squirming in simon’s arms huffs, her hands reaching out and grasping onto your loose fitted shirt – simon’s old shirt he’d left behind. “i can get dressed on my own! ‘m a big girl now.” she argues with a whine, her hands being pulled off you by simon’s calloused fingers.

“big girls don’t need hot chocolate before bed,” you say, turning to give her chubby cheeks a gentle pinch. a smile painting your lips when she pulls away, turning her face and smushing it into her father’s chest.

simon nods, and although you can’t see it now that your attention is turned back to the slightly burnt pancakes in front of you, you know he’s leaving with the way his hand falls from your hip. 

you hate the way that you’re so comfortable with him around, especially with the way your relationship with him ended. originally, simon never knew that you were pregnant. you had opted out of telling him one too many times, nerves overtaking you; the idea of being a mother alone was too much. but having to tell the man who had told you time and time again he wasn’t ready for kids, that he was to be expecting one – it made you more nauseous than the baby in your stomach.

although lucky for you, he broke up with you before you could tell him. unlucky for you, his reason for doing so was unselfish; you couldn’t find it in yourself to hold any hatred towards him. with a heavy heart, he told you things weren’t working out for him, he loved you so much, but with how busy he was at work, he found less time to see you and even less time to express his adoration.

most days when you were able to see him, it consisted of just cuddling, little words spoken except for your inquiries about his future and thoughts of having kids. he always mumbled that he didn’t have time to think about that kind of stuff, and just pull you closer to his chest, nuzzling his face into your skin and dozing off to sleep.

it didn’t bother you one bit; just being with him in his arms was enough for you.you didn’t mind that your time together was spent sleeping or sharing a quiet meal. it wasn’t fair to you, none of it was fair – but simon knew you deserved better. so he reluctantly had to break things off; it was the only thing he could think of. he didn’t know how to fix things, how to communicate that he didn’t want to be apart from you. he just didn’t have the time to be there for you at the moment, and he knew he was hurting you either way, so if you could find another to confide in, to turn your heart to, that would be enough for him. 

after years of being apart, simon found himself standing in front of your door, full gear still clinging to him tightly, his palms sweaty but hidden from his gloves. he pressed his head into your door, a frustrated groan bubbling in his aching chest. what was he thinking, showing up to your place unannounced? what if you didn’t even live here anymore? what if you had moved on and wanted nothing to do with him? 

it was selfish, but he needed to see you again. not a day went by where you weren’t on his mind, the barracks drove him to madness, and without escape, he found comfort in an old picture of you he had taken with him. 

you had opened the door after three of his hesitant knocks; confusion etched onto your face as you stared up at the masked man, his eyes familiar but looming with newfound hurt and trauma from the brutal battlefield. 

“did you need something?” you asked, the soft babbling from your television the only thing filling the air after he looked down at you in silence. just taking you in for a moment. you looked tired but beautiful as ever. your hair slightly tangled, old baggy clothes of his that hung from your smaller figure – but you still had the same friendly smile on your face, genuine and kind eyes that looked up at him.

he swallowed thickly; you looked happy. who was he to ruin that by coming back? he had come all this way without any regrets. seeing you again was all he desired. you were happy, and that’s all he needed to know; he didn’t want to know about the person who might’ve stepped in and mended your heart together after he broke it.

gripping his bag tightly, he turned, walking off without a second glance. it was time for him to move on. you had. he was a fool to think things could go back to how it had, how he could hold you so intimately in his arms, whispering in your ear how much he loved you. feeling your lips all over his skin, the way your soft hands would trail along his burning skin. he was so stupid.

“simon?” 

your voice was just barely above a whisper, and you watched with wide eyes the way he stopped in his tracks, muscles flexed under his tight-fitted uniform as he tensed. 

his heart was beating out of his chest, ringing in his ear. turning back to face you, he hooked two fingers under his balaclava and pulled it off. he hated how you looked at him, concerned, creasing your brows. you should hate him; you should be angry that he showed his face to you again. instead, you’re tracing your thumb along his scars, ones that you didn’t recognize and the faint ones that you had already seen before.

simon sighed softly under your touch, dropping his bag and wrapping his arms around you. he pressed his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent while hugging you tightly. he almost broke down when he felt your arms coil around him, pulling him closer and burying your head into his chest.

“mommy?”

just like that, simon’s world crashes down again. he pulls away from you and looks over your shoulder to see a small girl, no older than seven standing in the doorway. she was a spitting image of you, so there was no doubt that she wasn’t yours. although, in a sense, it felt like he was looking in a mirror. piercing brown eyes staring back at him with the same amount of confusion.

“we should talk, si.” you’re wrapping your hand around his wrist, gently tugging him inside. without any hesitation, he’s following close behind you. 

since then, and that very painfully confusing conversation. simon had made his way back into your life, calling every day, showing up unannounced, and accompanying you to your daughters' school events. you didn’t complain; a life without a father was a hard one. you were glad that simon was being responsible and stepping up, and you couldn’t lie; feelings from years ago still lingered, so you enjoyed that you could spend quality time with him again.

simon chuckles lowly when his daughter smushes his cheeks with her small palms, her legs kicking into his torso as he carries her into her room. setting her down on the edge of her bed, he glances at the outfit you’d picked for her – a cute, frilly, pink dress with little white sneakers and a white cardigan. 

he lets his daughter dress herself, only stepping in to help when she tries to stick her head into her sleeve. he kneels in front of her, slipping on her tiny shoes and tying the laces. kissing her knees, he pats her cheeks and fixes her dress when she jumps down and spins in a circle.

“pancakes are ready, sweetheart!” you shout from the kitchen, sliding the hotcakes onto a plate and setting it on the dining table. zipping up her lunchbox, you set it aside before grabbing two mugs and pouring tea for you and simon.

the pair hobbles into the kitchen, simon tugged along by the hyper girl. he shakes his head with a faint smile, lifting and setting her on the chair. you lean against the counter, mug in hand, while you watch as he cuts up her purple pancakes, popping a piece into his mouth and earning a loud complaint from the young girl.

you hand him the other mug filled with tea, brewed just how he likes. he grins, looking at the cup over and realizing it’s his favorite mug, one no one is allowed to drink from unless it’s him. simon leans in and kisses your cheek before leaning against the counter next to you, the two of you watching your daughter scarf down the purple pancakes like it’d be her last meal.

you lean over with a soft pout, grabbing a napkin and wiping syrup off the corner of her mouth. “are you excited for your first day of school?” 

she nods quickly, stuffing the last of her breakfast into her mouth before she leans back, patting her stomach with satisfaction. “gonna make so many new friends today,” she grins up at you with a crooked smile. 

“bet you are. we should get going. don’t wanna be late,” simon says, setting the dishes into the sink and slinging the disney-themed backpack onto his broad shoulder. 

you frown, during the midst of it all, frantic to get things done, you had completely forgotten to change or get yourself ready. you sigh heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. one simple mistake after another, and now you’d have to miss sending your little girl off for her first official day of school.

simon is quick to notice your mood dropping; he shuffles over to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your head up. “why don’t you rest, i’ll wake you later, and we can pick her up together.” 

you sigh, your shoulders dropping in disappointment. it was silly, but you had been with your daughter every step of the way. it wasn’t a big moment you’d be missing, but a memory nonetheless. you wanted to push yourself, rush into your room and get ready as quickly as possible so you could walk with your simon, holding hands with your daughter while she swung between the both of you. but exhaustion was creeping from your muscles and to your eyes, your eyelids struggling to stay open.

with an unwilling yawn, you nod and let simon guide you to the comfort of your bedroom.

“c’mon bug, let’s tuck mommy in for a quick nap.” simon teases, pulling the comforter back and easing you down onto the mattress. he takes a step back and helps your daughter pull the blanket back up and tuck it under your chin. 

“night, mommy. dream of sweets!” the small girl loudly shouts, afraid you won’t be able to tear her with the blanket covering your face. 

you smile at her words, turning onto your side to look at her. “thank you, baby.” 

simon brushes the hair out of your eyes, leaning down and lightly pressing his lips to your temple. he then lifts his daughter so she can do the same, finalizing your tuck in with a goodnight kiss…or a good morning one. 

“alright, let’s get you to school, kiddo.”

the sun hangs low as simon walks hand in hand with his daughter, a short walk to the school a couple of blocks away. the air was chilling, and simon had tugged off his jacket and slipped it onto the young girl, the article of clothing hanging massively on her frame, the hem almost dragging on the floor. 

he adjusted the straps of the small colorful backpack, very snug on his broad shoulder and digging into his skin – but he didn’t care; he wore it with pride.

simon’s daughters’ chatter filled the quiet streets as she rambled about her hopes for the day. her small fingers clutched her father's index finger tightly, her words a delightful mixture of innocence and imagination. 

“daddy, you know what?” she asks, her voice laced with enthusiasm. she looks up at him with a grin before her attention is quickly redirected towards a small patch of flowers, a bloom of yellow bursting in a patch of healthy green grass.

simon watches as she lets go of his hand, crouching down and picking a couple of stems, gathering a few before returning to his side. “what, sweetheart?” 

“that ladybug that landed on my shoulder yesterday said i’m going to have the best day ever today!” she exclaims, handing the crumpled bundle of probable weeds to him, brushing her damp hands on the outside of her father’s jacket.

simon chuckles lightly at her action, his hands delicately holding the array of flowers. “the ladybug said that?”

“yep!” she said, continuing to marvel at the dream that she had that night; something about mayonnaise and mustard made simon smile, her infectious energy captivating him. 

as they walked, simon took note of the new shoes you had bought your daughter, the bright light-up shoes blinking with each exaggerated step she took. she jumped around, hopping over every line on the sidewalk, claiming that they would break your back, simon didn’t understand, but he held an arm behind her in case she tumbled backward.

approaching the school gate, simon couldn’t help but feel a frown forming on his face, the memory-filled walk ending too soon. he knelt at his little girl’s eye level, pulling her closer to him. 

“have a good day, kid. if anyone gives you trouble, tell me, and i’ll get it sorted out.” he teased, although only half of him was joking. simon slipped his jacket off her and fixed her backpack onto her shoulders, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. 

“i will! give mommy those flowers when she wakes up.” she nods, glancing behind her at the many kids that walked into the gate before hugging her father quickly, stumbling out of his hold and rushing towards the school, excitement coursing through her veins.

simon wished she had stayed a little longer, hugged him a little more, and kissed him back. still, as he watched her run into school, he realized something, he was old – and that his happiness weighed out his disappointment. he might’ve been absent for the beginning chapters of her life, but this was the first big step he was here for. it made him realize how many more were to come; watching her grow up warmed his thoughts, and he could do it all by your side. just you and his daughter, his girls.

AN: i have so many parts alr written for baby daddy simon. SHOULD I MAKE THIS A SERIES, and do i name the kid...??

[greenaway-torres]

Request: Hi ,I saw u write for some Disney villains ,would be okay if I request a smut one-shot with Disney jafar? I prefer the animated version.Thanks for your attention

AN: I made this like a pre-Aladdin Jafar (kinda) but hope you like it!! As a pre-warning, there is a bit of a possession kink going on to kinda play with Jaguar’s narcissistic personality. I tried not to go too far into it since it might be triggering for some people but be warned. Love and kisses

It was late at night. The only sounds were the crickets singing and the last of the markets closing for the night. The dwindling smells of night and spices filled the air. No one noticed a rushing figure covering her head as she head to the falls.

You were making your way to see your Jafar, the silk dupatta he gifted you trailing behind you. You wanted to go to him as soon as you saw the message he left an orchid: Come see me, my night.

The orchid, now in your hair, and many like it had been sent to your room since the last time you two saw each other. With you helping your mother in the market and Jafar being in the palace, the times you see each other are few and far between. But now, you were able to sneak away. And so was he, it seems.

The night was cool and quiet. No one knew of your secret spot for each other near the falls. It was a small patch of grass filled with flowers and their perfumes. A small spring fed into the water from over head, making a small waterfall. The night seemed to be painted on the water as you can clearly see the moon and stars. The twinkling of it tempted you to go in.

You sat there, on top of a blanket, watching the waterfall and the movement of the water while nibbling on one of the treats you made for tonight. You were so hyper focused that you didn’t even realize you weren’t alone until a hand rested on your shoulder.

You raised your hand against your presumed attacker but they caught it before you could do anything. “The night is far too dangerous for a delicate flower like you.”

Immediately you recognized the voice. “I was just waiting for someone.”

The man smiled, stepping into the moonlight so you could see his face. His smirk widened. “Hope you weren’t waiting too long, my night.”

You hugged Jafar, your head barely reaching his chest. He held you against him, having missed you as well. You two stayed like that for a moment, relishing in each other’s embrace.

When he sat down, you shared with him everything you’ve done since you last saw you. You told him about your stand and the new food you’re introducing. You talk about your mom and her usual routine. You fed him the treats you made and smiled as he hummed in approval. And he listened the whole time.

He shared with you the things he had been up to; his usual plans to want to be a greater and better man. You always admired his drive to do better. It took him a long time to get to his position and he always wanted to do better.

By the time you both shared, his head was in your lap. You stroked his head as he looked out at the water. “I missed this,” he sighed.

“I missed you,” you whispered back. You thought he had not heard you until he was rising up and kissed you.

“I’ve missed you more, my night.” He kissed you again, only more heated this time. He wrapped his hands around you and brought you to him, not taking his attention from you. He lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

You both began to undress each other, near tearing the clothes off, and discarded them who knows where. The feel of his skin against yours was intoxicating. You had been dreaming of this feeling since the last time you saw him. Damn it, you wanted him so bad.

As if he read your mind, he laid you down on top of the blanket and lifted your leg as he laid between them. He kissed your lips again. He then started to kiss wherever there was skin.

“My night, my orchid, my love, my dearest,” he whispered between kisses. He trailed down to your breasts, slowly taking his time toying with your nipples. He loved how it made you feel. How you near whimpered whenever he kissed or sucked on them.

You were so beautiful to him. The moonlight hitting you from angles that highlighted your beauty. You looked like an angel to him.

He kept moving further down to come face to face with your pussy. Fuck, you were dripping. He used the pad of his thumb to toy with the entrance, collecting your nectar on it and sampling a taste.

“You taste heavenly, my love,” he smiled. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them spread. “You have to keep looking at me love, or else I’ll stop. Understand?”

You nodded, moaning at the sight. He licked a long stripe before diving in. You tasted so sweet to him. Must have been all those treats you were making. And his eyes. Those gorgeous dark eyes. They watched your movements; how your mouth hung open whenever he sucked on your clit, how you struggled against the hold he had on you. Your eyes started to flutter close but went back to him when he pulled away.

“Fuck,” you moaned out loud. Your voice was slightly more husky with lust. You felt his lips grow into a smile. He gave you one more kiss to your sensitive clit before backing away slightly. He unwrapped one of your thighs to free a hand. He played with your cunt again with the pad of his thumb. Your hand instinctively went to his wrist, trying to slow down the pressure building inside you.

A dark laugh left his lips before he drew his eyes to yours and stopping his movements. “Do I need to restrain you, naughty girl? Let me do my work.”

You let go of him and he slowly entered a finger into you. He stopped for a moment, allowing you to get used to the stretch before he started to move faster. Fuck, it felt good. The memory of countless nights spent in this hidden spot made you squeeze around him.

“I love how you take my fingers,” he smirked. “Reminds me that you are mine. Aren’t you, princess?” You whimpered instead, the words leaving you at the moment. As the movement of his finger stopped, you came back to yourself. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes I’m yours.” He nodded, satisfied with his answer before he continued with his movements. He added a second finger as a reward, continuing to pick up the pace. That coil inside you kept wounding up. Your moans and whimpers were more frequent and your breath was heavier.

“J-jafar…”

“I know orchid. You can wait a little longer right? You can do that for me can’t you?” You slowly nodded, your head throwing back as you moaned in pleasure.

“I knew you could. Because you’re such a good girl for me. And all mine. So pretty when I fuck you.” His mouth went back to your clit as he continued to pump his fingers inside you. You couldn’t take it much longer. “Go ahead love. Cum for me.”

Your head threw back as your moans caught in your throat. His fingers continued moving back and forth as you rode out your orgasm. When your body landed back on Earth, you felt like you could breath fully again. Your eyes (not knowing they were even shut) fluttered open to the sight of Jafar licking his fingers. You moaned, getting wet all over again.

“Feeling ok, princess,” he asked, kissing your neck and cheek. You nodded slowly, feeling satisfied. “Good, because I want you ready for round two.”

Your eyes widened. “What,” he laughed. “You thought we were done? Oh no, love…

“We are just getting started.”

[shadysadie]

Hot take: the Wittebanes were not Puritans

So since Hollow Mind came out there have been a lot of jokes about how the Belos is a crusty old Puritan. And while he is certainly crusty and old, I don’t think he was a Puritan.

I understand why everyone jumps there, when we think of Witch Hunts in Colonial America the very first thing that comes to mind is the Salem Witchcraft Trials. However, the Salem Witchcraft Trials began in 1692, that is 80 years after Masha says the Wittebros showed up in Gravesfield, and 30 years after the events of Elsewhere and Elsewhen.

If Masha’s information is correct, (which it might not be but we’ll get to that) then Caleb and Philip arrived in Gravesfield in 1613, which is closer in time to the settlement of Jamestown (1607) than the Salem Witchcraft Trials. 

The Pilgrims didn’t even land at pride rock until 1620, seven years after the Wittebros arrived in Gravesfield. The Mayflower Pilgrims were really the group responsible for creating the idea of religious charters. They specifically wanted to leave England to create their own religious society. Many other groups followed, (notably the Massachusetts Bay Colony, which later became the home of the aforementioned Salem Witchcraft Trials) but the Mayflower Pilgrims were the first group of religious extremists who came to America looking for their Zion. 

Prior to that, the motivation to settle the “New World” was mainly financial. Ships were chartered through the Virginia Company. Which as we all remember from our favorite wildly inaccurate and problematic 90s Disney movie, the Virginia Company was in it for the money. The New World had resources and Britian wanted them, damnit, Glory, God, and Gold and the Virginia Company.

That meant, if Caleb and Philip really did arrive in Gravesfield in 1613, their family likely made the trip for financial gain, not religion. If that’s the case they were less likely a member of an obscure group of religious extremists, and more likely to be either Protestant like King James and Queen Elizabeth. (They could have also been Roman Catholic, evidence for that comes later).

“But”, you say, “weren’t Puritans the ones persecuting witches at the time?”

Yes and no. 

In the Americas, Witch Hunts will forever be linked to Puritans, but in Witch Hunting long outdates the Puritans. King James himself, was a witch hunting fanatic, he personally oversaw hundreds of witchtrials. He wrote books about finding witches, and it was specifically the King James endorse translation of the Bible that features the infamous “thou shalt not suffer a witch to live” (in many prior translations the word witch is something more along the line of “sinner” or “evil doer”). By many estimates, upwards of 1500 people were executed for witchcraft as a result of his reign. If we are going with Masha’s 1613 timeline, the brothers would have left England smack dab in the middle of his reign, right after the King James Bible was published.

(^this GIF has nothing to do with the Owl House, I just love sassy Gay King James in his bird mask, look at this cocky ass bastard, you know him and Belos would have been genocide buddies)

However, I can’t pretend to be focused on some semblance of historical accuracy and take Masha’s information at face value, even in the context of the show it wouldn’t add up because according to the sign we see in Yesterday’s Lie, Gravesfield was established in 1635. 

(Granted there is a difference between a settlement and a town, it is possible that 1635 was when Gravesfield was officially acknowledged as a town and the boys just lived there pre-establishment). 

However, in the name of historical accuracy, I have to assume Masha got the date wrong, because the English didn’t even settle in Conneticut until the 1630s. The Conneticut Witch Trials began in the 1640s. By this timeline and demographic, the likelihood of Caleb and Philip being Puritans goes up by a lot. 

However, if we look at Philip’s clothes an his goals, there are still signs that don’t point to Puritanism. First look at the clothes Caleb and Philip wear as children:

Philip’s pants are red and Calebs are green. While it is a myth that Puritans could only wear black, the colors that they were allowed to incorporate into their wardrobe were typically still neutrals (dark yellows and beiges). Green would be pushing it, and red would be unbelievably bold.

Additionally, the ruffles on Philip’s shirt in the journal and Jacob’s book, would have been seen as incredibly vain.

 The blue/black coat that Caleb wore in the puppet show, and Philip later wears in Elsewhere and Elsewhen and King’s Tide has gold buttons and gold embroidery. Gold and Silver accessories of any kind would have been considered incredibly sinful and conceited. 

Which would also make it really weird for a Puritan to choose gold to represent himself. Infact his whole emperor authentic is much more reminiscent of the Catholic Pope. His own role as the messenger of the Titan’s will is also very papal in nature.

Finally there is the term he uses, “Witch Hunter General” is an illusion to “Witch Finder General” which was a rank made up and used by Protestant Matthew Hopkins and not really used by any Puritans. Such a title would also probably have seemed pretty vain.

Now you might say, “It’s a fictional story, why does any of this matter?”

The answer is: It does not, but I am high and have ADHD and this was the rabbit hole I fell down.

[nikholascrow]

shower thoughts - word count: 423 - pre rosekiller fluff

Barty sat fully clothed in the bathtub, the loud sounds of the overhead shower soaking his clothes and trying and failing to drown out his thoughts. He wasn’t sure how he’d expected this time to be any different. It was always the same. He really should give up on this whole love thing.

The shower shut off abruptly startling Barty out of his thoughts and unseeing stare. Evan plopped himself down on the floor next to the bathtub two containers of ice cream held in one arm and two spoons in hand, he used his free hand to hold one of the ice cream tubs and a spoon out to Barty.

“rough night?” Evan’s tone was casual, conversational, not demanding for Barty to tell him everything just giving him the option.

Barty took a few bites of his ice cream, strawberry, his favorite, before he spoke. “he dumped me” he stabbed his ice cream a little agressively with his spoon “said I was ‘too much’ and he ‘didn’t have the energy to deal with me’ whatever that means.”

Evan didn’t say anything just nodded softly so Barty continued

“The asshole didn’t even have the decency to do it somewhere private. He did it right there in the restaurant and left me with the bill.” Barty scowled at his knees pulling them up closer to his chest as he picked at the rips in his jeans.

Evan frowned at that “Bitch.”

“I know!! and he had audacity to keep my fucking hoodie!” Barty stabbed aggressively at his ice cream again

“I’m pretty sure that was my hoodie actually-“

Barty snorted “that hoodie stopped being yours the second you left it in my room”

Evan laughed, it was sweet and soft and for a while Barty laughed too. they both trailed off after a few minutes and the bathroom was quiet again

“I really thought he liked me this time” Barty whispered, dropping his head onto Evan’s shoulder, his still wet hair soaking Evan’s shirt Evan didn’t seem to mind. He just reached over and rubbed Barty’s back. Silence fell again but it was comforting this time.

“wanna go order a pizza, watch old disney movies and talk shit about him till you feel better?”

Barty laughed “hell yes”

And as they curled up on the couch in their shared apartment, the scent of one of Evan’s hoodies and Evan’s mint chocolate chip breath filling his nose. Barty thought maybe he would be okay because he was never too much for Evan, Evan always stayed.

[bultaorechwita]

I made another one later this day 😅

I didn't talk about my greetings and feelings much in my post earlier today so this may be an opportunity to speak up here :)

Actually I started playing twst after the first beans day event 🫥 I knew the game since its pre-registration (but I didn't do this as I didn't know what the game was actually about at that time). And this was the chance for me to go deeper into Disney's movies with the opportunity to meet Toboso Yana, who is my favourite manga artist right now >< I would not become a fan of Black Butler (and this is the only manga that I am currently reading + chasing up to the latest chapter) if I didn't play twst......Yana's storyboards & characters are really fantastic which every character (including supporting characters) appearing are attractive 😭

I am really glad to see Yana's motivation and passion on developing new ideas on main story, event motifs, and also spending lots of time on those beautiful & elegant costumes that you can't imagine how come clothings for male characters can be arranged into this way (where most of the games cannot)

Because of the twisted, unpredictable plot and the perfect world settings, the main story part with new elements added upon release of new books, twst becomes my favourite fantasy online game I have ever played apart from genshin and hsr (especially compared to those featuring male characters just like twst, but none of them locates on the satisfaction line......I had played some of them and found that those were disastrous 😨). Even though I tried to avoid anime stuffs right now (due to certain reasons that I haven't mentioned), twst is one of the very few anime games developed in Japan that I am still sticking into

I think that twst is not just a game for female anime fans or Yana's fans, it is also recommended to those who loves Disney or fantasy stories even though they are not female or anime fans. The main reason is that the storyboard and the style of writing matches majority of fantasy lovers unlike most games featuring male characters usually describe a lot on relationships between characters or some irrelevant stuffs with pointless plots (which cannot be accepted by male audiences and even some of us)

I am really grateful to celebrate twst's 4th anniversary and looking forward for 5th anniversary next year! 😊

[nerdgirlriot]

back in the early days of my anime weebdom i, of course, spent a lot of that time obsessed with Fullmetal Alchemist. I stumbled upon an Edward cosplayer, but the person was wearing a facemask that covered their entire head, like mascots or Disney meet n' greet characters. And they looked so convincing, as if Edward Elric was inhabiting a 3D space for the first time. I was kind of enamored with how this was done. I did research on what sort of cosplay this was, how the masks were made, etc.

I will ramble a lot here, and also include a lot of pics of my own kigurumi cosplay. Because enamored.

Note: This got REALLY long, really quickly. Sorry! Be warned!

I found out that this was called kigurumi, and the style of costuming was actually pretty common in Japan, where anime meet n' greet characters often had this style of mask.

And yes, I figured out that it was a kink pretty quick.

I'm gonna ignore that for the most part but I'm certain that 99% of all kigurumi cosplayers are male enthusiasts as female characters. I even think that most female kigurumi cosplayers have female characters. Because female characters are ADORABLE and I agree! I would love to do a female kig cosplay eventually.

But first, a part of my weeb brain was transfixed by that Edward kig cosplay.

My research back then led me to believe that a kigurumi mask would be too cost-prohibitive. All masks had to be custom-made from resin and hand-painted. The work would probably cost close to $1000 and I gave up on my dream cosplay quest pretty fast.

Fast forward to this year, and during the time I was looking at Etsy for my Spider-Gwen cosplay, I got recommended a store that had kigurumi masks. In the ensuing years since my initial research, kigurumi masks have gotten less cost prohibitive. 3D printing means that the masks don't have to be hand-made. There are even small companies which mass-produce base masks ready to be customized, and this is what the Etsy seller uses to make their masks.

I was still enamored, and eventually, thanks to a sale (and thanks to also THE NEWS HAPPENING EVERYWHERE) I decided to just take the plunge and purchase a mask. I wish to be happy in the face of possible apocalypse. Instead of going for a custom for my first mask, i got one of the seller's pre-made, more generic designs. But after wearing this first mask, I might be hooked.

It might be a problem.

Initially I based my kig's look on Billie Joe Armstrong during Green Day’s American Idiot era. Short sleeve black shirt, red necktie, wristbands. The mask had black hair and red/pinkish eyes which I thought would go well with the clothes.

More research. I got a bodysuit because with short-sleeves, my skin would be exposed, and the illusion would be ruined. The suit is just a top. Head and arms are completely covered. I got a men's shirt which fits my smaller frame. A short necktie.

Oh yeah, and then there's the boobs.

But I've always been small in the chest, so a sports bra was enough. I've heard that many female cosplayers use chest binders when they crossplay but I guess I should be happy for my less than ample bosom, at least in terms of crossplaying.

What would be difficult for me is hiding my hips. I have very curvy hips and I know if I ever decide to take this guy out in public i will have to conceal them somehow. Probably padding around the stomach to de-emphasize them but that's not a now issue.

The mask itself actually has decent visibility, which I was surprised with. You look through the character's eyes. They're basically sunglass lenses with the pupils printed on them, so no one can see in but you can see out. No peripheral vision to speak of, but that's true of all full face masks.

And here's the initial cosplay test, sans the wristbands because i was so excited to do this I forgot to wear them. He needs a name, though. I'm leaning towards Billie-kun to name him after one of his main inspirations.

It's thrilling to wear a cosplay that you've taken time to put together. I've done multiple femme!Doctors, but this is the first time I've really crossplayed and it feels FUN in ways that the other cosplays didn't. Truly hiding one's identity behind a mask, truly embodying this character.

Edward Elric in 3D vibes. I found it again. 15+ years after my initial encounter with kigurumi.

EDIT: OMG I FOUND THE EDWARD ELRIC KIG COSPLAY PAGE

Gonna indulge in some more photos.

This was the first photo taken. You can't tell how much I was vibrating with excitement:

I have precious few things of clothing that would be appropriate for a male character, but this coat seemed fine:

Me realizing that I could see out of the character's eyes for real:

Pondering whether I should just be a bishie forever to mentally prepare myself for the horrors:

With the wristbands finally. I like how much more the red pops against the black:

No tie because SOMEONE had to go and break the adjustable bit in their excitement to put things on:

Found a hoodie that matched well:

With t-shirt of our lord and savior Hitori Gotoh from Bocchi the Rock:

If you've read through this entire damn thing, thank you very much for sharing my journey into kigurumi cosplay. I still would like to someday do that Edward cosplay but there's so many other possibilities, male and female, that I'd love to try.

Orrrrr Billie-kun could just be a one-off, unicorn of a bishie who is too perfect and can never be duplicated or replaced

GIFs because reasons

[simmie-stories]

Frequently Used Custom Content

I caved and got eyelashes, makeup, and cc clothes at some point, and wanted to give appropriate credit as I use them throughout.

Decided to just expand it to all my frequently used cc (even though they are probably already very well known in this community, and very few people will see this 😂).

Makeup, Overlays, Lashes

@miikocc eyelashes and much more

@crypticsim Anastasia

@emmibouquet Velvety Smooth

@kumikya Jelly Makeup

@twisted-cat makeup, eyelashes, jewelry, hair here

@nolan-sims hairs and clothes

Jewelry and Clothes

@glitterberrysims jewelry

@theroyalsims royal clothes and poses

Gameplay Mods

Mods that just make the experience so much better:

@sp-creates Fairies vs Witches, Unicorns, Expanded Mermaids, etc

Adeepindigo Simulated Endings, Golden Years, Pre-Teen, Dynamic Teen Life, Family Connections, Education Overhaul

@chippedcupanddustybooks Ghastly Ghosts, Happy Haunts, Regional Tweaks, Storytelling Toolkit

KiaraSims4 Royal Family Mod

@littlemssam many, many things to make life better

@roburkyplaysthesims Meaningful Stories

@twistedmexi Better Build Buy, Smarter Pie Menu

Lumpinou Mood Pack and Milestones mods

@missy-hissy many mods (pretty much the whole list)

@pandasamacc Childbirth mod and cc

@zerbu Spawn Refresh, All Worlds are Residential, Venue Changes, Changes to Existing Venues

@simrealist SNBank

Weerbesu UI Cheats, Party Anywhere, Longer Parties More Guests More Columns in CAS

MCCC

Poses

Andrew Pose Player

Teleport Any Sim

@katverse Poses

@ratboysims Poses

RoyalSims (listed above)

@hellosimsulani Poses

@akuiyumi Poses

@helgatisha Poses

@atashi77 Poses

@dearkims Selfie Overrides

@samssims Poses

Build Buy

@awingedllama here

@charlypancakes here

@felixandresims here

@harrie-cc here

@imfromsixam here

@maxsus here

@myshunosun here

@peacemaker-ic here

@pierisim here

@mlyssimblr I love the Pufferhead set

@ravasheencc here

@syboubou here

@surely-sims here

@thecluttercat here

Lighting

Sunblind

Map Replacements

Dershayan

20th Century Plumbob

Thank you to all of these wonderful creators, modders, and artists.

Disney Legacy Main

[rainbowsky]

It seems that there are so many 🍬 that would require planning and preparation. Do you think they are just that good at improvising, or they really do plan these things (e.g. Bobo filming that extra video in red that day he was filming Monclear ads weeks/months ago just to post it today for the XFX 7th anniversary?)

Hi Anon!

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

Anon is talking about this video clip, which is 7 seconds long, where DD is wearing a Moncler Disney Roger Rabbit hoodie and red clothing that was posted at 7:07, on the 7th anniversary of XFX (GG's solo fandom).

Regardless of whether it was pre-planned or not, I personally believe it was intended as a reference to the anniversary. After all, he's the captain of the GG fan club! 😅

I think it's almost impossible that the outfit was pre-planned to be an intentional reference to GG, though. That look was something he wore for a photo shoot in connection with Moncler's Disney Roger Rabbit partnership and would have been styled by the brand's people, and of course would have included rabbit clothing given the focus of the campaign.

I think that this clip was probably just one of many he records and keeps on hand. DD is known for filming a lot of these things at once and then releasing them in a trickle as time goes by. It could be that when he was at the Moncler photo shoot he took the opportunity in his downtime to film some video clips.

What I think is possible is that when he saw that he'd be wearing this rabbit stuff he consciously chose to film some clips to use when he wants to reference GG in a future post. It might have felt like a golden opportunity to drop some candy at some point, when he saw them dressing him all up in red with a rabbit sweater.

DD has been known to make posts that reference GG in some way. He used to do it a lot more back in 2020, but hasn't been doing it much lately (probably due to the tense climate in the biz right now).

Also, the way in which this post lines up so well with GG's hot pot post, I doubt that was an accident. I think it's likely they pre-planned that part of it. Perhaps they planned that the next personal post GG made would use the 👍🏽 and DD's would use the ✌🏻.

That's one thing I think almost every BXG noticed immediately and went 👀 over.

For those who aren't familiar, GG and DD are frequently associated with those two emoji because of their use of those gestures during promo for The Untamed. The much-loved Sina Day photo features those gestures.

There was a fake rumor a while back that referenced GG and DD using those same light toned ✌🏻 and darker toned 👍🏽, and BXG were already pretty excited to see GG use that same toned 👍🏽 for his hot pot post. Seeing DD use the ✌🏻 just a few weeks later made a lot of turtles happy!

Of course we'll probably never know for sure, but those are my thoughts on it.

Edit: More on this here.

[seizethegay420]

Miscellaneous Ride The Cyclone headcanons

-they all get brought back to life at the end of it

-they remember the events of canon

-meaning they remember their songs

-the choir performed an "original song" at the next fall fair called sugar cloud

-they won it for the first time

-they did the dance and everything

-Mischa's house is the designated sleep over house

-mischa is trans ftm

-noel is gender fluid

-penny, ocean, and Ricky are autistic

-ocean is aroace

-constance is a demigirl

-mischa gets into fights for the choir a lot

-talia was a catfish

-mischa confided in Noel after finding out

-they fell in love

-talia then became a code name for Noel

-they told the choir abt the code name thing

-noels dad is homophobic but usually never around but just to be safe

-bi Mischa

-Mischa's mama is alive and on the road to recovery

-mischa only got into a few fights pre-canon cause he intimidated everyone

-he starts them now to protect the choir

-mama bird Mischa

-mischa sings Ukrainian lullabies to penny when she's over stimulated

-noel had a small crush on Misch pre-canon that got worse after the "you are man of words Noel Gruber" thing

-constance has two mums

-the choir hang out in Constance's family bakery

- constance learned how to make pirozhki to give to Mischa

-he cried

-Mischa's had top surgery

-ricky is non binary and uses he/him pronouns

-penny is unlabeled and uses she/her pronouns

-the choir like to steal Mischas clothes

-Mischa's shirts look like dresses on ocean

-Ocean is 4'11 and 103lbs of sass and insecurity

-mischa is 6'2 and like 190lbs

-ocean is a snitch

-someone shoves into ocean in the hallway and sees a very angry Ukrainian speeding towards them

-ricky offers Mischa one of his crutches is he's there when Mischas beating the shit out of someone

-everyone was Hella surprised when after almost dying Mischa started actively taking part and enjoying choir

-ricky communicates thru sign language

-mischa, penny and Noel learned sign language for Ricky

-ocean is trying to learn sign language (it's not going well)

-the choir like to sing "what the world needs" to piss off ocean

-mischa taught Noel a little Ukrainian so they could talk shit about people

-2016 cast & script>

-penny has a special interest in animals

-penny walks stiffly likes doll post accident

-ricky is buff from the waist up

-the choir had a betting pool on when nischa would get together

-ricky won

-he was beyond pissed that he was off by like 3 days tho

-noel has one of those crusty white dogs that looks like it has rabies

-birds are attacted to mischa like a disney princess

-i feel like mischa would smell like beer

-penny has a pet frog

-constance volunteers at a pet shelter

[thee-great-enigma]

Leave the corset on part 2

×Pairing: ftm Kaeya x male reader

×Summery: Kaeya wears a corset and reader gets a little too horny

×POV: 2nd (you, yours, yourself)

NSFW under the cut

×WARNINGS/TAGS: •⚠️⚠️⚠️• Semi-public sex (no one's around), simping behavior, body worship, Sub!top!reader, Dom!bottom!Kaeya, pretty Disney princess Kaeya, male genitalia, pussy eating, trans Kaeya, bad writing, rushed, hair pulling, smut, cursing, lack of dirty talk or really any dialogue, pervy reader, idk anything else I missed

Also, I decided hallway through that I wanted him to be trans so.....if you don't like it just imagine he has a cock

You set him down gently on the bed, his sleeping figure peaceful and relaxed. You loved looking at him like this. As you laid down next to him, pulling the covers up over both of you, you thought about the events that had occured just half an hour before.

After Kaeya had taken all his clothes off, leaving the corset on as you instructed, you couldn't help yourself. You latched yourself onto his cute little pussy and devoured him hungrily. You swore you had better self control than this, but apparently it had been thrown out the window.

Not only did the Cavalry Captain look amazing, but he tasted and smelled absolutely delicious.

Your tongue exploded his clit, his insides, every fold. You lapped up any juices you could get, only stopping when Kaeya was squealing and tugging at your hair to pull you away. You panted, having forgotten breath was kind of necessary to live. Your chin was dripping with not only slick, but cum too. You hadn't even noticed, too caught up in your hungry daze, that you'd made Kaeya cum twice and overstimulated him in just a few minutes.

"Jeez... You act like you're starved." He whined, gently rubbing your scalp where he'd tugged a little roughly at your locks.

"Can't help it."

"Ever heard of self control?"

"Yeah."

"Then where did yours go?"

"Out the window."

You said, nestling between his thighs again but this time to place gentle kisses along the tender, sun kissed skin. You could have sworn his skin looked like the creamiest chocolate ever. It made you want to bite into him. Surely a little nibble wouldn't hurt, right?

Kaeya groaned and writhed beneath you, once again trying to pull you away. When he finally managed to pull your mouth off him, he huffed and slid off the log, straddling your lap and undoing your pants. "I think I should take over. At this point you'll drain me if cum before we get to the good part."

"Drama queen..." You muttered with a small huff, watching as he freed your hard cock, already leaking buckets of pre-cum all over your pants and boxers. As your length tapped against your stomach, a gooey string of pre connected your stomach and tip.

"Jeez..." "What's wrong?" "I didn't think you'd be this big.." "So what, I'm sure you can still take it."

Kaeya sighed, his signature smile returning as he lifted himself up, holding your hands tightly. He let go of one of your hands to line his entrance up with your dick. He managed to slide the tip in before clasping his hand back with yours. You watched with big hungry eyes as his pretty little boycunt swallowed you up, the warmth and wetness of his pussy making you groan. You tried to let go of Kaeyas hands, wanting to grab his hips and make him take you whole, but he stopped you, smirking.

"Ah ah ah~ Keep your hands where they are."

"B- But- you're going so slow..."

"This is a very normal pace, [name]..."

"Well it's not enough. I want more."

"Fine..." And without another warning, Kaeya plunged onto your cock, letting out a low moan at the slight sting from the stretch. He took a moment to adjust, watching your face. The way your jaw hung slightly open and eyes just barely open as they stayed locked on where you two were connected. It was adorable really. Seeing someone already so brainless beneath him, even if he hadn't even done much. You reminded him of a stupidly cute dog, one of those ones you just wanted to hug so tight it exploded.

As he admired your face, he began to slowly bounce up and down on your cock, wet plapping sounds echoing under the big tree as he gradually picked up the pace, moans escaping both of you.

"So tight... you're so warm and tight... Wanna be in you all the time.."

"Is that so? You really are sort of a perv, ya know that?"

"don't care..." You muttered, once again trying to free your hands to take hold of his hips, which ended in failure and a frustrated whine. However, he did slight pick up the pace, chasing his building third release while you were getting close to your first. You whined and groaned into his chest, taking one of his nipples into your mouth and sucking on it. He let out a slight gasp and watched you suckle and nibble, letting go of your hands and running his lean fingers through your soft hair.

You took the opportunity and placed your hands firmly on his hips, helping him move up and down at a faster pace. But this position wasn't really your favorite. Sure, you'd love to just sit back and let Kaeya work while you admired his body, but you were feeling much too desperate right now to be so patient as to sit back and just watch. You leaned forward and pushed him against the large root of the tree, pulling his thighs up to your sides and burying your face in his neck as you began pistoning in and out of him at a pace that had him gasping and whining, clawing at your shoulders and hair to find purchase. You moaned into his collarbone, making sure to kiss Kaeyas sweet spot with each thrust. Slick and precum dropped out of his hole and off your cock, down your balls and to the ground beneath.

On a particularly harsh thrust, Kaeya let out a loud cry and clenched sweetly around you cock, cumming with a whispery whine. You didn't give him time to rest or recover, chasing your own release. It wasn't long until you shot a thick hot load deep into him, making sure to kiss his womb to fill him up. As you slowed your thrusts, bullying your cock to spill more sweet love into Kaeyas pussy, you felt him tighten and shudder, cumming a second time before relaxing.

You sighed, although not content just yet, you felt at peace. You kissed along his neck and jawline, making sure to mark him up a bit. You let go of his thighs and hugged his waist with your palms, appreciating how tightly the corset he wore fitted his slim, pretty figure. It was so adorable, so pretty. You wanted the sight to be engraved into your memory.

You wished you had a Kamera on you right now.

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Okay I'm sorry this took so long I rewrote it like five times and it's still bad I'm so sorry I didn't do my favorite pretty boy justice but I've been sick for like a month and also very busy

[rroaddkill]

Miscellaneous headcanons (❤️: positive ; 💔: negative)

Lexy Cross

-ONLY listens to don't fear the reaper when she's anxious or close to a panic attack. 💔

-developed thanatophobia after losing her mother, hence why she’s now so protective over Caroline and so aggressive about finding Caroline vs how she mostly ignored her in season one. She's afraid to lose her. 💔

-Her and Devon have their own little crime podcast (when they have time to run it vs run for their lives) ❤️

-Her and Jake tailor their own, and Devon’s outfits (when they have time) rather than buy pre-made clothing. ❤️

-Her and Caroline used to play ‘just dance’ and ‘Mario Kart’ she'd be bad at it on purpose so Caroline would win. ❤️

-when she was little, her and Michelle were very close. ❤️

Caroline Cross

-the only form of fruit juice she'll drink is grape gatorade ❤️

-owns a Disney decorated blanket ❤️

-her favorite movie is 101 dalmations, and she loved the live-action movie ‘Cruella’ ❤️

-owns tarot cards ❤️

-she does miss lexy, a lot. But she just doesn't want to show it. 💔

-pulls her hair and/or hits herself under massive stress/overstimulation 💔

-struggles with eye contact, unless she's talking to Lexy 💔/❤️(?)

-Has a pink rhinestone studded hoodie that Lexy made for her ❤️

-Smaller Caroline (early season one) took Chucky absolutely everywhere, even when her and her mother would just make a quick stop to a store, she insisted that she take chucky with her so she can ‘show him everything’ ❤️

-silently bitter at Chucky for killing Nathan, not so much Michelle 💔

Devon Evans

-scrapbooks every place that the trio goes, yes. even the white house, he put a little American Flag FROM the white house on a page ❤️

-owns a Polaroid camera ❤️

-Loves reading Stephen King ❤️

-his favorite horror movie is the first and third exorcist ❤️

-Devon tends to like wearing darker colors more, as that fits his more grunge aesthetic. ❤️

-makes digital art of himself, Jake, and Lexy. ❤️

-Devon use to always come over to help both Lexy and Caroline with their homework, he also likes to study with Lexy because they both write their study info with glitter pens. ❤️

-very patient and logical, thinks with his mind rather than his heart. ❤️

-only gets emotional or overwhelmed when he's by himself 💔

-not every night, but some nights he'll have dreams where he gets to talk to his mother, and she's his guardian angel when it comes to his decision making, which is why he's so calm despite the situation they're in ❤️

Jake Wheeler

-struggles with eye contact SOMETIMES 💔

-can't listen to much music, he's concerned that he'll accidentally stumble upon a favorite song of Junior, his dad, or Nadine and panic from guilt. 💔

-has to have some sort of white noise on when he sleeps, or he'll overthink 💔

-ambiverted socially ❤️

-initially really loved Lexy's fashion sense until she started bullying him in middle school, then his positive feelings dipped out of existence 💔

-didn't actually wanna kill Lexy, he was just so alone that he went along with the thought of it just so he'd have a friend (chucky); that was until he actually had the chance (Lexy dangling from the balcony of her home) 💔

-Jake and Lexy never actually made a sincere apology to each other, but they do love each other like family. And it'd kill either of them to see the other die despite their initial feelings towards each-other. ❤️

-makes the BEST date nights for him and Devon ❤️

-He owns a projector, Lexy decorated it with stickers ❤️

[lynzine]

Modern Conveniences Avatar Characters Would Like Most

Katara - Washing machine (I just watched a video on how long it took to wash clothing pre-washing machine and good grief... I think she wants this for everyone’s sake.)

Sokka - Machine tools (look, he’d like the security stuff, but once the War was over, I think he’d have been really into inventing stuff and it is amazing how much faster you can do things when you have machine tools)

Zuko - Streaming services, Netflix, Hulu, Disney+, HBO Max, etc. (I’m going with the theatre lover Zuko here and I think he’d really like TV and movies. YES, I know it’s not the same as theatre, but I maintain that he’d like it.)

Aang - Cellphones, so he can stay in touch with friends around the world. (I wanted to say GPS, but let’s be honest, Sokka’s the one who wants Aang to have a GPS.)

Toph - Honestly, don’t know. I want to say video games, but she can’t actually play them (she’d probably recreate them in real life). And all of the aids that she could use for reading and stuff just seems redundant. She can have people read to her and... let’s be honest, that’s just things people do anyway. So, I want her to have something beyond “text to speech” reader... @ljf613 thoughts? You are my Toph go to. Edit: I have since been informed that there are video games for blind people/blind people can enjoy and now I feel very silly because of course there are. My mistake. 

Suki - Taser. ...what? I think she’d love them! But... if I can’t pick that, I think she’d be really into some of the more complex VR games. 

Mai - Phone/any music player with earbuds that she can hide under her hair. (She listens to music and podcasts when she’s bored.)

Ty Lee - Ziplines... Does that exist in Avatar’s world. Certainly. But I’m also thinking of all of the gimick-y flight/jumping things we have now that are probably safer than in Avatar’s world. 

Azula - The Internet. I kinda of think she’d actually really like instant access to information (everything from science to MMA fights) and she’d also be addicted to becoming a social influencer (it’s a lot of power). Don’t think she’d be great at the second one but she’d have a pretty instant following...

And... that is a list off the top of my head. I’m kind of disappointed in myself for Sokka and Katara’s because I’m sure I could think of something more interesting... but... it felt right. And it was the beginning of my list. 

[brian-mays-hair]

How did you get into Queen/classic rock?

whew, this is going to be a long one

i’ve always been familiar with classic rock, when i was like 4 or 5 my dad was in a band and their gigs were at this run down house that he inherited (i promise we weren’t rich like it didn’t even have working plumbing)

around the same time, my mom owned her own business so i would go to work with her and we would listen to the classic rock station we could pick up so i knew a lot of the songs that would play

my dad and i pretty much exclusively listened to 70s/80s music (mainly ELO, Hall and Oates, Eagles, Ozzy, and Kiss) with occasional 90s pop and grunge sprinkled in there

i grew up in a very small rural community, population of a little over 2,000 people, and in small towns you’re seen as an outsider if you don’t fit this certain image, at least that’s how it was when i was growing up

the school that i went to was a segregation academy unfortunately so there were only about 300 kids Pre-K-12th grade, there were about 12 kids including me in the class and 10 of them were girls. I was usually the one that got picked on because I was different, I didn’t wear the trendy clothes that everyone else wore (mainly because we were poor but i didn’t want to wear them anyway), i didn’t listen to the same music, i didn’t watch the same movies or tv shows so naturally i was made an easy target.

i wanted to be liked because my mom was a people pleaser and it took me forever to get over that mindset i inherited from her, i was always so worried what people would say about me so i started assimilating, i started listening to the disney channel and Nickelodeon music, i watched the shows and started dressing trendier so i left all of the stuff that really made me happy behind so i could fit in

flash forward a few years to about 2012, we moved to a bigger city because my dad got a new job and i went to public school for the first time where obviously you meet a lot of different people from a lot of different backgrounds, i had friends for the first time that grew up similar to i did, they didn’t live in the nicer houses in town either and they didn’t all have the same personalities or interests so i learned that it was okay to be different.

the summer before 7th grade, i started listening to older music again. I got my ‘1’ album out by the beatles and listened to it non stop, i was also super into youtube at the time and watching music videos, somehow i stumbled upon the killer queen top of the pops video and that literally changed my life. i started reading their wikipedia page and realized they wrote all of these songs that i knew and loved. i started listening to their albums in full and knew this is what music was supposed to sound like.

This was also during the height of Pandora radio so i used to play ‘Queen’ stations and that’s how I discovered Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and Clapton mainly.

Alright this is a little side story, my freshman year of high school I had a part time job as a hostess at a mexican restaurant and one of my neighbors was having a yard sale, they were selling one of those big cabinet record players with an 8 track player and a radio. The record player actually didn’t work, the belt was stretched out so i found a station i liked and kept it on 24/7 the entire time i was in high school, that exposed me to more 70s/80s artists and my most beloved bands like the Police, Billy Joel, Phil Collins, and Steely Dan

Hope that answered your question and other ones you didn’t ask, thanks for the ask! 🤍

[popculturebuffet]

I thought I'd share an interesting story about Craig McCracken and his experience at Netflix Animation. After Kid Cosmic finished up, Craig pitched 16 original ideas to them but all of them were rejected. That was a factor in why Craig returned to Cartoon Network for reboot reviving The Powerpuff Girls and Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends since he himself said companies aren't buying originals these days, preferring stuff based on pre-existing IPs.

I didn't know he was involved in those but it makes sense.. and it's a sad truth. While some companies ARE trying new ips, a lot of the intrest is in old stuff. And I don't mind a good reboot, see Ducktales, but It is frustrating how companies favor ips over new ideas. It's telling that while Netflix has a stacked lineup this fall, it's all adaptations. Good adaptations, I haven't gotten to it but castlevania nocturne looks fantastic, scott pilgrim is my most anicipated show of the year and pluto looks to be the perfect adaptation of the best manga i've read... but it's very telling they haven't really launched antyhing new and canceled most shows that were just new ideas. I"m actually glad you asked this as it made me realize this trend. It's telling only ONE show, blue eye samurai, is completley whole cloth new.

It also might explain why disney hasn't really done any original animation for disney+: They have disney channel to funnel that in, so they can focus on the oh so profitable ips.. not realizing that being so ip heavy is hurting the service, with the marvel shows leading to mcu fatigue (Something even i'm starting to suffer), and the star wars one coming out so often. I love a good adaptation and i'm glad so many are coming.. but I also hope we get more good original content. It's why i'm glad Hazbin Hotel is coming to amazon prime. It's adaptaotins are great but this is a fresh property that'll hopefully get the rub vox machina and invincible did.

[waterparksdrama]

I’m begging for a Fandom track by track pls

ok ok i've been delaying it for a while so why not for you anon. i have a lot of personal opinions about this one so it's probably gonna be way more biased than other track by tracks lol

cherry red - an intro that gives off this sort of dreamy epic 80s vibe if you weren't paying attention to the lyrics much. he uses a lot of color imagery entwined with the happenings of their relationship to lament it at this point and begin this cycle between mourning the relationship and getting caught up with living with being perceived by the public eye all during this. it's a good intro and i like the instrumentals - 8/10

watch what happens next - see this is one of those songs i'd like better as a song if the message didn't age badly and didn't make cringe really hard. the first lines already Aged. a criticism of fan consumption of their music and their place in the scene as rockers. blah blah blah awsten wants money and doesn't like the need for the rock scene to undersell themselves for approval but also i think some of your expensive clothes are ugly as shit awsten so what now. not to mention the poorly aged second verse about hiphop and genre mixing (specifically with a jealous dig at old town road) considering the other factors associated with hip hop and how the soundcloud emo rap scene of the time slowly evolved into the "emo revival" we see today that bolstered parx's current relevancy tbh (they opened for my chem and are playing wwwy fest this year hello). but anyways as a song it's fine; the sassy guitars pull more punches than the lyrics end up doing and maybe i'm proving the point of the lyrics even if they're poorly aged but god shut up sometimes awsten - 5/10

dream boy - this is legitimately the only fandom song i can listen to regularly LMAOOO. i heard this in public before because they put this on radio disney it was terrifying. anyways back to the song. it's a poppy song about fan expectations and how awsten exists differently in fans' heads than in reality. i think this is one of the few songs that i think hit the mark of satirizing fans completely bc. i won't lie i do this completely whoops (i'm an rpf writer and run this blog what else do you expect of me). i don't think some fans realize the irony of using this song against each other whenever some awsten related drama comes up considering they usually have an even more warped view of him but. i digress. also justice for glitter times your pre chorus will forever live on here... - 8/10

easy to hate - another song about the breakup hence all the color imagery and apparently originally a friendly reminder song. not much to note here; it's a catchy little song that plays with some of the elements he used to write about ciara in the past to get this anti love song. i guess you could argue the chorus could also apply to parasocial relations hence the music video and everything but yeah. fine song. intro synths remind me of an old ringtone. - 7/10

high definition - i get the ode to imogen heap's hide and seek with this song and i can appreciate that but for me it's just so...eh. lyrically it's a song that follows awsten's struggles with trying to find love in a post-ciara world. there's some interesting lines here and there but nothing truly hits for me and sometimes i think about the lyric "now i'm canceled, i'm whatever" at random times and cringe.

not to mention the extreme cringe i get from what he said about the song in the rocksound track by track:

There’s a song that’s all, ‘Back then hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot hoes all on me’ [Mike Jones’ ‘Back Then’] – but not in like a bragalicious way. It’s an, ‘I’m like really lonely, I hate all of this’, kind of way. It’s like that.

why. you do not have hoes. shut up. get ready for more of awsten's white ass making cringey rap references bc there's one later on none of us are gonna like. i think i have personal beef with this song bc i had a sign for wwdff at my show, he looked at it, and then he did this in complete and nothing else. - 4/10

telephone - a love song (about some girl he never talked to at a target). considering he has all this written about a person he made up traits in his mind, it makes sense why all the true love songs by parx are probably just about the concepts of people that aren't technically real if you think about it. musically, its piano riffs takes its cues from 60's pop before evolving into this sparkly fun chorus. tbh it's just fine to me and i used to think the obsessive love song thing about a stranger was weird but now i've written 10x more messed up fanfic about him so i can't even judge that too hard. blah blah can also tie into themes of fan perception and falling in love with a concept once again yeah i think it's just a fine song. i just like when otto says the ending at live shows. - 6/10

group chat - this isn't even a fuckin song. and according to the genius lyrics page this is what it means:

He strongly implies that the song is about fake friendships between famous figures, where people may often pose as friends purely for the sake of sharing it online. This phenomenon that has grown more rampant in the modern world as those in the public eye partake in this practice as a means of boosting popularity on social media. This also occurs within the music industry itself, when companies chose to featuring artists purely to maximize the buzz surrounding the song.

i'm just more focused on the fact that this is the first time otto's been mentioned by name in the parx discography and it wasn't even by awsten. isn't that fucked up. - n/a (not a fuckin song)

turbulent - i can distinctly remember my first time listening to this with my friend after choir class and we both came to the same conclusion: the song was stupid except for the ending when he stopped singing. this is still how i feel about the song. that opening line is so goddamn stupid and i still don't think patrick stump knows he's in this song or who waterparks is. did you know if ciara didn't like fall out boy as much he probably would've compared himself to ryan ross and brendon urie? nightmare. this is one of the songs i pit to at live shows because when you pit, you don't actually listen to the song. it has better energy live than it does recorded but i'm not rating the live version though. i think the production is much cooler than literally anything else in this stupid song with it's breakcore beats and random dogs - 5/10

never bloom again - remember when awsten teased this song for years saying this song would be the one making people cry and now years later no one talks about it that much. "all the girls in los angeles look like you from a distance", honey you date the same blonde clone with different mental illnesses every time i don't know why you're so surprised at this. i think there are some interesting lines here and there, i just feel like its strengths are staying simple in its verses because the chorus feels kinda corny with the extra stuff on top of everything because of that cervini style of big production. - 5/10

i miss having sex but at least i don't wanna die anymore - i miss when this title leaked and we thought this was fake. i hate this song and everything it stands for i'll just say it. the true beginning of awsten using annoying blunt lyrics out of fear of being misinterpreted because media literacy in most places has gone downhill and it's supposed to be honest by making fun of what fans want of him as well as airing out his relationship in a way. god he sounds so annoying in here and i get that's supposed to be the point but goddddddd. musically it's just some pop folk song but none of you care about that i know you want to know the other stuff. this song is probably the start to the end with it going viral on tiktok and beginning the divide between fans that became fans through the scene and fans that found them through tiktok. i fucking hate this song and its impact on parx today and the fact that it's their most popular song and a mainstay of the setlist will forever make me bitter because they have so many better songs and also christmas is more popular on tiktok and he still refuses to play it because he is a pussy - 0/10

war crimes - ok back to songs i can stomach. a driving song about awsten dealing with his peers in the scene and his isolation with his real friends being back home in texas while he moved to la. along with this, he still has to balance his feelings with the breakup all while being perceived by the public. it mostly deals with awsten truly having to become independent of all of these things and stand up for himself (no i still don't know who the coke thing is about there's too many people). musically, it shifts a lot of different ways from the light chorus to the more brooding verses. good song. - 7/10

[reboot] - he's white boy rapping again. this is never a good thing. it's literally just a breakup song again shocker. throws a lot of digs at ciara with wordplay that i can't really hear unless i read the lyrics because it sounds he's scatting. i just remember this song bc i remember he made a whole deal about how he was trying to avoid being misogynistic on this album bc of the subject matter (specifically calling girls a bitch) and then he used the chew toy metaphor to indirectly call her a bitch anyways. yeah. i think some parts of the production are interesting specifically the stuttering halts in the second verse but other than that. whatever. - 3/10

worst - i remember when the original demo leaked because it was around the same time of the felony steve mixtape. it was a weird time. has some of the Lyrics of All Time and i mean this in a bad way. remember when i said awsten makes some cringy rap references this is one of the ones i mean:

why. why. why. this is not a line that works when you're white. i think the chorus in the album version sounds more interesting at least production wise. does that mean it's a good song? no. this is a song that makes me hold the bridge of my nose and go "oh god why this is clearly something you wrote in the moment" - 4/10

zone out - a chiptune reprise of the dream boy chorus. awsten says that putting it at this point in the album is meant to come off sarcastic, but to me i feel like it sounds more defeated than anything. more of a "what now?" moment. i like it, sue me. - 6/10

i felt younger when we met - the beginning and ending to the cycle of his relationship with ciara and his fans watching. here, he mourns the things he misses about her and the things he did for her. it's the emotional core of the album combining the heavy electronics strung throughout the album with the big guitar led chorus leading the album back to the beginning because things just don't stop at that point. it's a great closer that does its job of being the emotional crux of the album of losing someone you end up making up and missing over and over - 8/10

i'll be honest with you i haven't listened to fandom in full since it actually leaked in 2019. i brushed off the album at the time because me and my friends had our own little drama with awsten (and his la friends who aren't even his friends anymore ironically) because he was tiring. trying to preach ideas and people that would do the same things he hated because he was away from his real friends back home. i was tired of what he was trying to come off as.

nowadays i'm still tired of him sometimes, but i think his time offline has made the idea of him more palatable; when he's not trying to quip with the sardonic teens that make up his fans today, it's easier to remember him as a person. when he's not online, he's probably buying groceries or having lunch with a friend, working and writing music in his apartment or a studio.

it begs the question on an album named fandom (that doesn't call out its fanbase nearly as much as deal with the emotional turmoil of a breakup) on how we perceive each other and how that can come crumbling down when reality hits. i can try and compartmentalize awsten the ideal and awsten the reality in my head, but do most people even realize that divide should be there?

it's probably the thing to comment on considering the existence of this blog, the way it lives in surveillance from both fans and the band + associates themselves because we say things that aren't nice but are true or just straight up fuck around for fun. the fourth wall between fans and creators grows more blurred and blurred with each day. there's something to comment on this about cycles of hypocrisy from everyone on all sides but i'll leave it at this: whatever we do on here, whether make a joke or point, becomes some fodder for spectacle in the same way awsten posts on any of his accounts. it's a cycle.

i won't lie, i still think this album sucks. most of the songs just don't hit the mark for me or are just straight up embarrassing and half the time i want to shake awsten and tell him “you are not kanye west, you are a bitch ass white boy from cypress”. however as an album, it does feel like one big piece all puzzled in together. it loops from beginning to end.

and the cycle keeps going on and on..... - iz

[thedeliverygod]

What would you do/buy if you had unlimited funds for a day

random but okay lol

first purchase would undoubtably be a new car because mine is a 2006 and now that I'm commuting to work every day my fear of it dying on me is ever present

a house because obvs a place to live is essential

anything my parents need especially my dad because he has had zero income for a while now and much like me has been selling things to make ends meet.

new clothes... I've been screenshotting stuff and saving it to a "window shopping" folder lately so I can hopefully get some things when I have some spending money. Because of my weight gain I wear a lot of clothes that don't really fit and aside from physical discomfort it gives me a lot of body dysmorphia too. I did buy a new pair of jeans to wear to work because I hate switching back and forth between 1 pair of jeans and cargo pants. haven't had the chance to wear them yet because of my work's server imploding & having the past 2 days off lol.

a bunch of cat food/litter so I can stay well stocked for a while.

pay off my payment plan for my surgery & also my phone [I think my phone is almost done but my surgery is definitely not lol]

whatever the fuck I want in the grocery store I want because I'm tired of everything being so expensive I have to pick and choose what I truly ~need~

edit: oh oh a shit ton of grubhub/door dash gift cards so I can get easy food on my bad days.

a ps5 so I can play FF7 rebirth and eventually KH4 lol

the rest of the older stray kids albums I don't have yet + skzoos I don't have

the damn yato figure that is impossible to get for less than $700 (at least a nendo is coming out soon so I can pre-order him)

I think that about covers majority of things that come to mind right away. of course if I ever won the lottery or whatever I'd hire a financial advisor but in this magical situation where its an endless amount of money within 1 day that wouldn't be necessary.

as an after thought I would love to book a vacation somewhere; anywhere really. preferably outside of the USA because I haven't left it yet but tbh I'd be happy to go anywhere. But with this stipulation in place I would have to make sure everything was pre-paid or else I wouldn't be able to do it (like most hotels wait until after you check out to charge your card etc so idk if I could afford a hotel stay atm). the easiest thing I could think of is honestly Walt Disney World because I could just buy a shit load of gift cards and pay with them for everything because I've known people who have done that but yeah lol.