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chaosclimber · 27 days

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“I’m not doing it.”

Hob grinned a bit–there’d been some gentle ribbing between them on the subject already, and he was happy to slip into the well-worn argument. The kids in question were away, anyway, it couldn’t do any harm. “Dream…come on, you know you’re more qualified than me for this. Besides, do you really want an ADHD-er to try to teach another ADHD-er to drive?”

“I don’t want to be in any vehicle either of our sons are operating. I would prefer they not drive at all, but I know that’s a foolish wish.” Dream swept passed, not bothering to take the pile of clothes he'd been folding. Hob stood and watched for a moment, dumbfounded. The reaction was bigger than he'd expected–he honestly thought the argument was all in fun. It wouldn't be the first playful disagreement they'd had over the kids as teenager-dom posed new challenges for them.

He started to follow behind, but stopped himself a few steps in. Dream was a very different person than Hob. For whatever reason, this had upset him, and Dream was the kind of person who preferred space when upset. Much as Hob wanted to just go and hug him, that simply wasn’t the best choice. So instead, he veered from the hallway and retreated to the kitchen, pulling out the leftover rice, a few eggs, pre-cooked chicken breast, and a few veggies from the fridge. Homemade fried rice was one of the first dishes Hob had cooked for Dream, and it was a favorite of theirs when a quick meal was needed. Tonight it wasn’t necessarily about the speed, though. He hoped it could be a comfort.

Dream didn’t emerge from the bedroom until dinner was ready, and when he did, he seemed…withdrawn. Hob held himself back from pushing, from asking immediately what the matter was. He could damn well guess, now that he’d had some time to reflect. What he remained unsure of–more importantly, really–was whether Dream would actually want to talk about it.

Dream held his silence.

Well. Hob was never one to disappoint a captive audience. He chattered on–about his day, about his students and their determination to win the little contest he’d set up to let them earn extra credit (find the crudest joke they could in a period piece of literature and deliver it properly when he least expected it. Today’s attempt included the ‘your mother’ joke from Titus Andronicus at the end of class, right as he was taking a sip of coffee. The three who’d done it were the front-runners, so far.), about how his journaling attempt was going (abysmally–it was Friday, and he had managed to actually use the fancy set up he’d spent over an hour setting up a grand total of once.), about anything that came to his mind.

It wasn’t until Hob was clearing away the dishes that Dream finally spoke. “...They’re growing up.” The words were quiet, Dream’s already low voice gaining just a bit of gravel, as it did when he had been crying recently. He was still sat at the table, shoulders pulling in and up. In that moment, Dream seemed to transform from a person into the sad, wet cat one just happened to find in a dumpster.

Hob just wanted to hug him, dammit. He took a breath and resisted, though–he knew Dream tended to actually dislike touch when he was upset, so he would wait until he asked for the contact. “Yeah. Not a fun realization, that one.”

“...I don’t want them to grow up.” He shook his head. “It was not too long ago Orpheus would sit in my lap and beg for story time. Now he’s going to drive. How far will he go from us once he is able?”

“Oh, dove…” Hob paused at the confession. God, he was familiar with that realization. Honestly, he’d been putting off looking at it head-on, himself. At least until he could schedule some time to watch brainless rom-coms with a pint of ice cream (yes, he had the coping methods of a teenage girl dealing with her first break-up, no, he would brook no judgment on that fact). “I get it. But we can’t stop them, you know that.” He sighed. “Look, I’ll teach them both how to drive–I was gonna, anyway, I know you don’t really like driving in the first place. We just…have to have a little faith that they’ll come back. They know they can come back, whenever they need to.”

Dream sighed, and looked up at Hob. “I…could do with a hug, now. If you are willing.”

And that was all the invitation Hob needed to drag Dream to the livingroom and settle them both in for a cuddle.

As it turned out, they needn’t have worried. Robyn was a natural at driving–he couldn’t engage in conversation while he was behind the wheel, but that was fine by Hob. And Orpheus was nervous enough about it that he didn’t end up getting his license right away–which was fine by Dream.

@domaystic All my fills will be cross posted to AO3

#Dreamling #dream x hob #slice of life #domaystic2024 #day 1 #my fic #house at pooh corner #orpheus sandman #orpheus is nonbinary

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emtb319 · 11 days

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Fishtank week Day 5. Today's theme: Comfort Food/Food on the Go.

‘Do we really need to go back right away?’

‘Gordon, I’m tired, it’s been a long day, and we’ll both be over our flight hours soon.’

‘1 hour, tops, I promise.’ Virgil sighed. It was really hard to say no to Gordon when he got a thought in his head. Just how did he have so much energy right now? The mountain rescue had been long and tiring. There was barely enough coffee on 2 to get him through the flight home.

‘For what and might coffee be involved?’

‘They usually have coffee, but I’m not sure. I know it’s apple cider season, and they’ll have gallons of their homemade stuff on hand. Oooo…they probably even have those donuts that Scott loves.’

‘You want to stop by the orchard?’ Virgil asked him. It was a tempting argument. Their homemade goodies always hit the spot.

‘Yup!’ Virgil debated a moment. It wasn’t easy to park Thunderbird 2 near there, but this would make Gordon very happy. They’d even get to bring some home too for everyone else.

‘Hold on Gords. I need to find a place to land my bird.’

‘I already asked Mr. Jenkins. He said that we can borrow his lot, even offered us some of his corn.’

‘Ok, so corn from the Jenkins farm and the rest from the orchard.’ Just as Gordon promised they were only down for an hour. They brought back 2 carts filled with stuff. Corn and apple pies from the Jenkins farm. Fresh fruit, homemade apple donuts, and ice cream from the orchard.

‘Here I saw you eyeing it, so I got some for you for the ride home,’ Gordon said as he handed Virgil some raspberry ice cream.

‘Thanks. I haven't found anyone else that can make raspberry ice cream like them. Let’s eat up and get going. I’m tired, and I’m sure Mr. Jenkins wants his lot back.’

‘You eat your ice cream. I’ll fly the first leg home.’

‘You sure Gords? I’m fine to fly, just a little tired.’

‘I know she’s your bird Virg, but I promise to behave and not hit anything.’ Virgil chuckled.

‘Ok, ok. Just the first leg while I finish this, then I’ll take over.’ Famous last words...Gordon flew the first leg, then all the way home. As he was eating his ice cream, Virgil relaxed and fell asleep. Gordon didn’t have the heart to wake him, but he made sure to grab the ice cream and store it before it fell out of Virgil’s hands.

‘You could have woken me up, you know.’

‘I know, but you were tired. Let’s put this stuff away and get upstairs. I know I need a shower and a nap….and don’t even think about shutting off my water again.’

‘Why, you don’t want to smell like ‘hard work’?’ Virgil barely had the words out of his mouth when something flew past his head.

‘It wasn’t funny then, and it’s not funny now,’ Gordon said. ‘Keep it up funny man, and I’ll start giving Eos humor lessons again.’

‘Ok…ok, you win. Go, I’ll finish up here and send some of this up to John before everyone jumps on it.’

#fishtankweek #fishtankweek2024

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h-c-u · 1 year

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The kids are alright pt 4

Summary: Domestic life with Iceman and your daughter

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x reader

W/C: ~800

Rating: PG

TWs: None

A/N: This is going to be the last part of this series for a while now, but I might come back to it in the future :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Masterlist | List of tags

- It's been a whole month since we brought you home, and if I'm being completely honest, I forgot that I wanted to make some homemade videos for you to watch when you grow up... Having you with us is honestly the best thing ever. Don't get me wrong, you're keeping us busy, but that's every newborn, so don't take it the wrong way. - you couldn't help but smile at the camera. You were sitting alone at your daughter's nursery while your husband was taking care of Astrea and letting you have a few moments just for yourself. - I know it sounds cheesy and corny, but I swear it's true - everyone loves you so much... Your grandparents, uncle Bradley, auntie Flo, uncle Slider, uncle Mav... I can't think of a time when we weren't alone, and you were in a crib... Everyone wants to hold you and play with you... Well, play is maybe too strong of a word just yet, but you developed a fascination with ripping paper and gods forbid if anyone leaves loose pages in your reach. - you laughed out loud. - Your tata found that out the hard way because you got your hands on some classified documents and started shredding them while he was on the phone. - you smiled, an echo of the laughter still audible in your voice.

- Anyways... I just wanted to tell you that no matter if in 15 years we'll be fighting about stupid things, or be mad as hell at each other for some reason or another, I'll still love you very much. I don't know if we'll ever watch those tapes together, or if you'll find them on your own somewhere in a closet and watch them in secret, I want you to know, that there is nothing you could do or say to change that, and even if we're at each other throats, you could still tell me what's troubling you, and I really hope that you will. - you smiled at the camera and turned it off. But after only a few seconds you turned it back off. - Oh, and if you find those tapes first, please just say "blueberries" next time we'll be talking, because we have a small bet with your dad about you being curious and a bit nosy, and I honestly want to win. And there might be ice cream and pizza for you in it if you will. Ok, that's it for now. Kocham cię... - you turned off the camera, but you still wanted to catch Astrea with Ice.

You started learning polish not long after you met Tom, and even though your accent was abysmal at times, you could carry on a conversation without much trouble, even with Tom's parents, and it was their native language. And when you were still pregnant, you two agreed to raise Astrea with both English and Polish present in her life. That's why both of you were already reading her stories in both languages and peppering in polish words while talking to her.

You quietly came down the stairs, because even though your amazing husband gave you time to rest, you preferred spending time with them.

You couldn't help but smile when you noticed what was happening in the living room. You turned the camera back on and pointed it at the two most important people in your life because they looked so adorable. Astrea was quietly napping on Tom's chest, still wrapped in a blanket you fed her in, and Tom just watched her with pure amazement and fascination painted all over his face, as if he still couldn't believe that she was actually here.

He caught you in a corner of his eye, turned toward the camera, and gave you a giant smile.

- Don't wake the child... She just fell asleep... - he whispered and you couldn't help but chuckle, because it just hit you how far he has grown from his callsign. You filmed them for just a few seconds longer, finally turned off the camera for good and placed it on the coffee table. You grabbed a book you were reading yesterday evening, gently moved the pillow from under Tom's head, and replaced it with your thighs.

- Go to sleep, baby... - you leaned and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. He was up almost all night working, with your daughter sleeping soundly in his arms, and you had to take over only a few times to feed her, but now... Now he could fall asleep without any worries...

If you didn't know any better, you might have proposed that he move to the bedroom, but you knew there was nothing that would convince him to move when there was even the slightest possibility that he could wake up Astrea. So instead, you started playing with his hair with your right hand, while you were holding the book in your left. You could see his face relaxing almost instantly, and his whole body melted deeper into the sofa while you were gently massaging his scalp.

#my writing #Top Gun Fanfiction #Tom Kazansky fic #Tom Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky fanfiction #iceman x reader #🖤#iceman fanfiction

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michellemisfit · 3 months

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Tag Game Wednesday 🤟

Tagged by these lovely humans who have not given up on me, even though I have suuuucked at playing games with y’all. Thank you @heymacy @mybrainismelted @darlingian @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @energievie @guinguin1984

Special thanks to @deedala for enriching my little paddock 🦙

THIS OR THAT - The rules are simple: two things, you must choose one.

iced coffee or hot coffee?

I don’t drink coffee and hate the flavour so… iced, as taste buds work less well at colder temperatures 🧊

iced tea or hot tea?

Hot, please 🫖

lemonade or sweet tea?

Lemonade. Sweet tea dries my mouth out

minty gum or fruity gum?

Mint. Always freaks me out when I accidentally put fruit gum in my mouth lol

pasta or potatoes?

Pasta. There some potato things that I LOVE, but others I’m meh about. Whereas ALL PASTA IS GOOD PASTA.

olives or pickles?

Pickles 😋

rice or bread?

Bread!! I love risotto, but otherwise rice is meh.

cookies or brownies?

🤤 I want them both, but Chani was 100% correct. Homemade cookies are amazing!!! But shop bought cookies are sometimes incredibly meh, whereas even a meh brownie is pretty fucking good!! So I choose brownies!

hand written reminders or phone reminders?

Phone reminders. My phone calendar, alarms, and notes section literally runs my life. Sometimes there’s a phone reminder telling me to write hand written reminder… lol

pull-over hoodie or zippy hoodie?

Zipper Superiority 🤟

jeans or sweatpants?

Sweatpants. Not worn jeans since 2019 lol

flip-flops/thongs or slides?

Neither, as I need arch support, but… the flip flop strap between my toes makes me want to claw my eyes out so… slides?

paperback book or ebook?

Paperback book. I always read with a pen in my hand to underline things and write comments in the margins. Can’t do that in an e-reader.

enemies to lovers or fwb to lovers?

Enemies to Lovers my beloved!!

only one bed or fake dating?

Fake Dating pines so good!!! Also agreeing to be handsy and snuggly for show, while desperately trying to act unaffected? BARK BARK

hurt/comfort or whump?

Good Whump is the bee’s knees, but sadly just as hard to find. @sam-loves-seb whumped the hell out of last October, but Whump of that quality is hard to come by, so for pure availability I have to choose H/C

mutual pining or amnesia?

Amnesia, baby!

cannon compliant or alternate universe?

AU, because the sky is the limit!!

soulmate au or sports au?

Sports AU love of my life!!! ⚽️🏀🏈⚾️🥎🎾

celebrity au or coffeeshop au?

Coffee shop every single time. You know how sometimes you enter a new fandom and you go looking and there… just… aren’t any coffee shop AUs? Wtf is up with that?!? They are a staple and what fandom is built on, surely!

one-shot or longfic?

I love long fic but I also have commitment phobia and a lot of anxiety over “wasting” time reading fic when I could be being productive, so… one-shots are nice! And a good one-shot packs a punch like no other!!

AND FINALLY....😈

milkovich or gallagher?

Let’s just be honest here… the Milkoviches would scare the everliving daylights out of me in real life, and if anyone I knew dated one I would do everything in my power to break up that relationship, without getting shivved. So… Gallagher lol.

That was fun!!

I would like to tag @vintagelacerosette @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @mickeysgaymom @ian-galagher @lupeloto @crossmydna @rereadanon @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @crestfallercanyon @ohkate @palepinkgoat @thepupperino @captainjowl @francesrose3 @iandarling @mikhailoisbaby

#tag game Wednesday #tag game #Mys stuff #tag you’re it

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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 11 months

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Based on this incredible post that inspired the worms. Sorry it's not exactly right @flowercrowngods I just finished this and went to find the post only to realise it went in a different direction, I'm so sorry darling!

I'm sorry in advance if this is rubbish, this is my first time writing clarkson I just hope I did our beloved Uncle Wayne proud 💖

It all started with Dustin Henderson. Didn't everything?

The kid stopped by, trying to bribe Eddie into doing something with the creatures in the campaign or something. Poor boy still hadn't worked out that the only way to bribe Eddie to do anything was through Robin; because since the day Steve Harrington, of all people, had stepped through his front door, the three of them had been as thick as thieves. Wayne didn't question it, just accepted it as one of the eccentricities of the universe, especially when he saw just how happy the ex jock made his boy.

So although Dustin was way off in trying to find the way to Eddie's heart; he'd easily found Wayne's, he'd do anything for good coffee and homemade baked goods.

Especially flavourful, rich coffee and mouthwatering baked goods. Bribery through fresh ground coffee beans and handmade delicacies would always win him over, even if it was a hit and a miss for the little genius. More for me, he'd thought gleefully to himself as he'd pilfered the treats, sneaking out the front door to sit in his rocking chair on the porch, enjoying watching the world go by and listening to his kids bicker with a satisfied smile plastered on his face.

Wayne was a man of simple pleasures. He'd always been happy with his store bought instant and the kind of pastries that pop out of a can, but the delicacies Dustin had brought by just wouldn't leave his mind. He was having cravings, zoning out at work just thinking about them. And then one morning as he was driving home from a long shift, Someone Like You blasting from the speakers, the slow beat easing the tension in his shoulders. The traffic lights switched from green to red as he rolled through town, not that he minded, the only thing waiting for him these days was his bed but as he slowed to a stop, tapping along to the beat on the sill of the rolled down window, he spotted the new bakery the kid had bought them from.

The lights flipped back, and suddenly he found he was pulling into an open parking spot outside Clarke's. He's pretty sure the building had been an ice cream parlour before the quake, but most of the buildings in town had been refurbished and reopened in the last few years; sometimes with the same business, sometimes with something new. The sign above the door was painted in red and white stripes, with Clarke's Bakery written in pretty maroon calligraphy. The notice in the window was flipped to Open, it surprised him, given how early it still was, most of the town was still in bed and there wasn't a soul to be seen when the little bell above the door jingled as he entered, he would've been worried that the building had been left open by accident if it wasn't for the luscious smell permeating the air and the "Be right with you," that someone called from the back room.

Waiting was fine with him, it gave him a chance to familiarise himself with the quaint, little place. The chalkboard price lists, the display cases were so shiny they were obviously brand new, and unfortunately disappointingly empty, but he supposed it wasn't surprising given how early it still was. The smell coming from the back more than made up for it though, it was making his mouth water, and he just knew whatever they were making was going to be delicious in the way that store bought anything just wasn't any more.

Behind the counter was one of those fancy coffee machines, the ones with all the buttons and the levers; Wayne had less to deal with at the plant, but the best thing of all was the array of cups sitting on top of the shiny machine. They were all different shapes, sizes, colours and characters; it reminded him of his old collection, the one he lost to the "quake" but honestly he couldn't be too sad about it, after weeks at Eddie's bedside he was just glad that was all he'd lost.

The whole place just felt really comfortable, the tables and chairs had all been picked for comfort rather than style, most of it was mismatched, but it was the type of furniture that invited you to sit, even the rug under the sofa in the back corner looked like the type you wanted to take your shoes and socks off and sink your toes into.

Homely was the word that came to mind, unlike the kids who'd called it cute, whatever that meant; how anything inanimate could be cute was beyond him. Puppies, you betcha, babies, absolutely; the man who'd just appeared behind the counter wearing a shirt and bow-tie under a flour covered apron, icing sugar splotches on his face and mischief dancing in his eyes, yep, 100%, definitely cute.

"Wayne! Hi," Scott greeted with a wide grin that slowly slipped from his face as Wayne's brain came up with nothing but static, "Scott Clarke, remember? I taught your Eddie. We were paired up together when little Will went missing," he continued, looking less and less sure of himself.

Wayne hated it. He knew all that, he knew Scott, of course he did, but it was like his brain wasn't connected to the rest of his body and all he could do was blink and breathe. It felt like it took a Herculean effort just to breathe out a dreamy "Hi."

Scott blushed and looked down at the counter, glancing up at Wayne through his lashes, a smile pulling at one side of his mouth as he drew delicate patterns on the notepad sitting beside the register that Wayne's pretty sure he recognised from attempting to help Eddie with his homework once upon a time.

"What can I getcha?" Scott asked, pen poised over the paper.

It was like the connection snapped back into place as he thought about the coffee and pastries Dustin had brought.

"Dustin," Wayne started, raising his hand to his shoulder, "curly hair, logo t-shirts," Wayne did his best to describe. Scott taught a lot of students, just because he remembered the class disrupters like Eddie didn't mean he remembered them all.

But Scott just chuckled jovially, "I know Dustin," he admitted fondly.

Wayne smiled softly, anybody who held any affection for one of his kids was good in his book, "He brought something over for Eddie last week, coffee and a-"

"An Americano and a Yum Yum," Scott finished for him with an affectionate smile, pushing himself off the counter to start filling components and pressing buttons before disappearing into the back.

Wayne sighed heavily, leaning bodily against the counter. He was glad for the breather, he didn't know what was wrong with him; an old man with butterflies and a lead tongue, cheeks flushing crimson as his mind played him a loop of his lovesick greeting. He scrubbed his hands roughly over his face, wanting the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Finding a bloke attractive wasn't new to him, he'd been in a committed relationship before Eddie had been dropped on his doorstep by his deadbeat brother, but John had asked him to choose between them and hadn't liked that Wayne didn't even need to think about it, of course he would always choose Eddie.

What was new was being so obvious about it.

Maybe he'd spent too much time around Steve and Eddie, they were careful in public, of course they were, but at home, with their loved ones, they were never ashamed to let their love and affection for one another shine through; no matter how much the kids would moan or mime gagging, they didn't care. Most of the time, the pair only had eyes for each other anyway. Maybe he was overtired. Or maybe he was just tired of putting up barriers.

When he'd first met Scott, it was the excuse that he was Eddie's teacher. When they'd been paired to find Will, he'd admittedly enjoyed being with Scott, the man was pretty and smarter than half the town put together but searching the town for a potentially dead kid wasn't exactly conducive for romance. But now, he found he couldn't find an excuse, especially now that he knew Scott was the one behind those heavenly pastries and rich coffee.

Scott came out the back carrying two trays, one filled with glazed doughnuts and the other with the pastries he liked, and Wayne felt his mouth salivate. The smell alone was amazing, but they looked incredible too, and he was hungry enough he felt like he could easily eat everything on both trays and still have room for whatever was still baking. The trays were slid delicately into the display case, Scott's tongue poking adorably out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. Wayne couldn't stop himself from smiling, no matter how much he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, Scott looked up and caught his eye, the two men smiling gently at one another over the counter before Scott turned back to the coffee machine.

"Sorry about earlier," Wayne apologised sincerely, "I just pulled a double at the plant and all I've been able to think about for the past two hours have been your pastries," Wayne admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He glanced up when Scott didn't reply immediately to find he still had his back turned to him, but that didn't mean Wayne couldn't see his beaming smile in all the shiny surfaces surrounding him, or the blush slowly creeping from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

Wayne finds himself wanting to witter endlessly like Eddie does when Steve makes him all shy and giggly. He wants to start talking about his day and the weather and how he can picture Scott in his rocking chair at home, maybe sharing the chair or maybe Wayne could picture building him his own, so they could sit together; eating pastries hand in hand, watching the world go by. He doesn't say anything though, just rocks on the balls of his feet ducking his head, unable to keep the smirk off his face at making a pretty boy blush.

"I guess that means you're taking this to go," Scott finally says over his shoulder, steam clouding around him and turning the icing sugar splotches sticky. Wayne could be mistaken, but he would say Scott sounds a little disappointed.

He doesn't trust himself to speak, the chances of something inappropriate, like "Marry me?", coming out of his mouth are far too high, he is a Munson after all; so he just hums affirmatively.

"I'd say it's a shame, but I have to get to work as soon as I've got the kids set up for the day," Scott admits, his whole ears are beat red, the blush spreading quickly up the back of his neck.

"Maybe we could continue this another time," Wayne says as Scott hands him a warm cardboard cup and a paper bag, their fingers brushing and sending sparks up his arms; it was supposed to be a question, but it didn't sound enough like one.

"I'd like that," Scott replied with a dazzling smile that Wayne can't help but mirror. He nods once, walking backwards towards the door, not quite wanting to break the connection and not really wanting to leave, but not wanting to overstay his welcome or make Scott late for his day either. "Bye," Scott chuckled as Wayne fumbled with the door handle letting himself out with a little paper bag filled wave, floating back to his truck on a cloud as Scott disappeared back into the back.

And that's how it goes for a while, Wayne stops in every morning on his way home from work, they chat about the kids or work or the latest article Wayne read in his copy of UFO. They chat a lot about the children's book Scott is writing, about six kids who all sound suspiciously like the ones Eddie and Steve have practically adopted. A genius with a floppy head of curls who recruits his friends into discovering the secrets of the universe that the adults have been hiding from them. A ginger haired girl with an attitude big enough to fight anyone who gets in their way. A sportsman and an artist who use their unique skills to their collective advantage, and a grumpy kid who always puts himself between his friends and any kind of danger. He nearly laughs when along the way, the little group meet a girl with dark, cropped hair who happens to have superpowers; she can move things with her mind, which she uses to help and protect them along their journey of discovery.

Wayne falls a little bit more in love with every detail, it's like Scott knows, but Wayne knows he doesn't, he's just heard what he'd assumed to be fantastical tales from the kids and pieced it all together with his brilliant imagination.

Then one day, Wayne pushes open the front door and there's no beautiful smells, there's just crashing and cursing coming from the back room then deadly silence other than the jingle of the bell, followed by a cautious "Wayne?"

"Yeah, it's just me," he calls back, flicking the lock on the front door, only noticing that the sign on the door was flipped to Closed when he goes to change it himself.

As he heads behind the counter, he can hear Scott dashing around, the overpowering smell of flour nearly choking him as he wanders into the back. The kitchen looks like a bomb has gone off, there's bowls and packaging and ingredients everywhere. Scott looks beyond stressed, darting between three different bowls and trying not to slip in the flour he's spilled all over the floor. He's not even wearing an apron, so his shirt is covered in flicks of batter; he'd look adorable if he didn't look so distressed.

"What happened?" Wayne asks, picking up the dropped bowl and finding the broom from the closet, sweeping up the flour, careful not to trip Scott up.

Scott sighs heavily, "Power cut killed my alarm clock," he mutters, beating the ingredients in the bowl he's holding, simultaneously pressing buttons and flicking switches on the ovens.

Wayne looks around a little bewildered, he hasn't baked anything other than a box cake since he and Al would stay over at their grans, but he isn't useless in the kitchen, especially with a little instruction.

"What can I do?" he asks, rolling up his sleeves and washing his hands thoroughly in the sink, he'd already washed up at the plant, but it wouldn't hurt to do it again, he doesn't want to give anyone food poisoning. Scott doesn't say anything but as Wayne turns around to find a drying towel, he finds it's because Scott is frozen in place gawking at him, Wayne can't keep the endeared grin from his face, "Scott?"

It seems to snap him out of it, he immediately begins stirring again, blush spreading over his cheeks, pulling the towel off of his shoulder to hand it to Wayne. He steps towards the island where most of the chaos lies and points to one of the bowls, "Could you stir that one? Just until the butter goes a creamy colour," he asks tiredly, flashing Wayne an appreciative smile when he picks up the wooden spoon and starts combining the ingredients.

Wayne glances at the clock above the ovens, Scott has to leave for school in the next hour and nothing is even close to being baked yet. The kids would help, sure it's early, but he knows they all adore Scott; Steve and Eddie have done nothing but talk fondly about him for weeks. And Wayne isn't stupid, he knows they've seen the array of coffee cups and paper bags that he's brought home recently, he just wishes they'd stop trying to goad him already.

"You got instructions for each of these?" Wayne asks, wandering around the room looking into each bowl with his bowl tucked under his arm. Scott just nods, counting to himself under his breath, grabbing a binder from the corner of the room and flicking it open on the one spare bit of counter space. It's filled with laminated pieces of paper, ingredient lists and instructions for each of the pastries that usually live in the display cabinets. "You got a phone?" Wayne asks next with an impish grin on his face.

One quick call to Steve's and twenty minutes later the kitchen is filled with the kids, each with their own bowl and recipe. Eddie's in the corner moaning about how early it is, Max is threatening Dustin for bumping into her for the sixth time in as many minutes, Steve and Mike are bickering, Steve hands on his pyjama clad hips as Mike wags his finger at him. It's loud and hectic, but everything is getting done and if they're lucky Scott might only be a few minutes late for work.

It isn't anything like the peaceful mornings they're used to, chatting amicably as Scott potters, but as Wayne catches Scott's eye over the kids heads, he finds his own besotted smile mirrored back at him.

Dough is rolled and stretched and shaped and placed on baking trays. Robin's in charge of timings, perching herself on a stool with everyone's wristwatch in her lap, shouting out when a pastry is finished. Lucas and Steve are in charge of cooling, mainly because they're the least clumsy and Mike, Will and El are in charge of decoration, most of it only involves dipping the pastries in bowls of icing but the kids all quickly settled themselves into their preferred roles and who are Wayne and Scott to argue when they've collectively got the job done faster than they ever could've alone.

There's only four pastries to finish baking by the time Robin's yelling that they're going to be late. The kids who run the bakery during the day are already set up and dealing with customers, Wayne's agreed to stay behind and pull the remaining trays out of the oven, luckily nothing needs decorating, just cooling and taking to the display cabinets. There are implements piled high in the sink, even though Eddie and Dustin were supposed to be washing up. Wayne thinks they spent more time flicking bubbles at one another and joking around, but he doesn't mind; he's always found cleaning the dishes to be relaxing.

He finds he's exhausted as the adrenaline rush dissipates, but none of that matters as Scott dashes into the office to grab his briefcase and flies back into the kitchen, kissing Wayne quickly but firmly on the cheek, only seeming to realise what he's done after the fact.

The kids all stop dead in their tracks, the kitchen going eerily silent for a second before Steve and Eddie start rounding up the kids, shooing them out the backdoor, dragging Robin along with them, leaving he and Scott alone in the suddenly quiet space. Scott flushes, panic flaring in his eyes, so Wayne just grabs him by the wrist and pulls him closer to plant a kiss on his flour covered cheek, dusting the ingredients off with his thumb as he wishes him a good day. Scott just grins vibrantly, heading for the exit, pausing briefly in the doorway, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Wayne isn't sure whether it's supposed to be a statement or a question, "Tomorrow," he promises with a nod. Scott's grin turns infectious then he's gone, disappearing into the alley, the door falling shut behind him, leaving Wayne alone for the first time since he left his truck.

He pulls the first two trays out of the oven as the timer buzzes, letting the pastries cool on the rack. Then he makes a start on the dishes, letting the gentle buzz of the bakery and the warm soapy water sooth him, he hasn't felt this way since he was a teenager; sneaking kisses and sharing cigarettes with Tony behind the bleachers.

He finds it isn't as terrible as he assumed it'd be, to fall in love again; to let someone into his life because it's easy with Scott, so, so easy. Even when they talk about what Scott calls his theories, Scott just gives him this look that almost says "God, it's a good job you're handsome" like Wayne can hear him projecting that thought into his head with his amused smile. Even when Scott lays out logical arguments that seem to prove to him that the supernatural doesn't exist, it's so easy to just give him a look of his own. They almost remind him of Eddie and Steve when they start up a discussion about sports or the game Eddie likes to play with the kids, each with their own look that says "I love you, but you're wrong" and the thought only makes him smile wider.

It doesn't take him long to finish up in the kitchen, and he feels a calm acceptance by the time the ovens are off, all the pastries cooled and on trays and all the implements clean and dry. He's always been able to do that, have his world shifted on its axis and within the hour just be able to understand within himself that that's his new normal now.

He feels almost content as he drops off the final trays out front, giving a cheerful wave to Claudia when she shouts his name from the line of people waiting for their chance to get their hands on Scott's pastries.

Seeing how busy it is out front, he turns to head out the back door, pausing as he passes the office with this overwhelming need to just leave something for Scott. He wanders in and sits down at the desk, pulling a piece of paper from the notebook on the tabletop; pen poised as he contemplates the soundness of his decision and throwing caution to the wind as he envisions Scott's smile as he'd left for work.

Wayne's never been much of a wordsmith, not like his Eddie, but he's been listening to a lot of his favourites lately, the cassettes in his truck switching regularly between Cash, Clapton and Williams. It'd been Williams this morning, and the lyrics had been circling in the back of his mind since he'd walked into the bakery's chaos. He puts the pen to the paper, hearing Don's voice in his mind as he writes, trying his hardest to make it legible.

Well I don't believe that heaven waits, for only those who congregate. I like to think of God as love, he's down below, he's up above. He's watching people everywhere, he knows who does and doesn't care. And I'm an ordinary man, sometimes I wonder who I am. But I believe in love. I believe in music. I believe in magic. And I believe in you. Pausing, he makes his choice and adds on, Love, Wayne.

#clarkson #coffee shop au #kinda?#maybe just post s4?#idk anymore #someone like you eric clapton #don williams i believe in you #scott clarke #wayne munson #wayne munson x scott clarke #background steddie #background platonic stobin #wayne's pov #aj writes

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 28 days

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ☆

@b00ks1ut @themysciraprincess ALKJFDKL:DNF THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS!!!!!!!! Apologies for taking ten million years to answer 😂😅 Alright 15 things I like plus 5 things I like about myself lets GO

My tumblr moots!!

my fur baby Niki

Aerial Lyra

Chocolate

White monsters

iced coffee

sharks

plushies

Shark plushies

Waking up, seeing I don't have to get up for a hot minute, then going back to sleep

my mom's homemade spaghetti

making things for my friends and family

Seeing Daniel Ricciardo have a good race weekend

the color yellow

The 2001 award-winning miniseries Band of Brothers created by Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg, staring Damien Lewis, Ron Livingston, Matthew Settle, Rick Warden, Donnie Whalberg, Rick Gomez, Frank John Hughes, Kirk Acevedo, Ross McCall, Peter Yo-

Five things I like about me

My legs, I know it's kinda silly but it's the only part of my body I'm not utterly disgusted by lmao

my compassion for others

my hair that's always wild colors

How I love to encourage and motivate others

My tattoo, it's a watercolor rose and says "Jesus I Trust in You" in Polish!

Thank you all again for the asks!! Love you guys to the moon and back 🩷💕✨💗

#ask #ask game #i love my moots #emily shut up #dontirrigateme #b00kslut #themysciraprincess #anon

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mynameis-a · 1 year

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heres a list of some achievements in honkai star rail you might not have known about that i discovered while looking on the wiki

(its a decently long list btw)

Eager for Battle:

Four-and-a-Half Pirouettes - Trigger Herta's talent with an ally's single attack, and have her twirl 5 times

Surge of Tiles - Qingque starts her turn in the "Hidden Hand" state for 3 turns in a row

It's My Turn - Seele acts 5 time in a row before the next ally unit's turn

Trial of Thirteen - In a single battle, make Svarog block attacks toward Clara 13 times

Coffee Lover - In a single battle, use Himeko's Ultimate 3 times

Over-Protective - Win 1 battle without having Gepard's Shields take any DMG

Foolish Little Brother… - Use Serval to deal the final blow in a victory against boss Gepard

Serval's Parting Gift - Use Serval to deal the final blow in a victory against boss Cocolia

Listen… - Use the Trailblazer to fight boss Kafka and become Dominated by her

Chad Norris - Defeat the Guardian Shadow without enraging it

"Thank You for Your Service" - Defeat Bronya without defeating the Silvermane Guards

Code of Chivalry - Defeat Gepard without defeating the Silvermane Guards that were summoned

Right-Hand Man's Many Right-Handed Right Hands - Defeat Svarog after destroying 4 Auxiliary Robot Arm Units

Homemade Crushed Ice - Defeat the Ice Edge summoned by Cocolia 4 times

When the National Anthem Rings - Have ally Bronya use "The Belobog March" 1 time when fighting the bosses Gepard, Cocolia, and Bronya respectively

Save the Princess - Defeat Cocolia without defeating Bronya

Moment of Joy:

Insatiable - Use the item "Vomit Inducing Agent" 1 time

Pessimistic Trailblazer - Choose pessimistic dialogue options 5 times

Apologetic Trailblazer - Choose apologetic dialogue options 5 times

Silent Trailblazer - Choose silent dialogue options 5 times

Hot-Blooded Trailblazer - Choose hot-blooded dialogue options 5 times

The Echoer - Choose repetitive dialogue options 3 times

The Meaning - of Choice Choose gender-specific dialogue options 3 times

It Takes Three - Win a battle with a team that has 3 characters of the same Path

Ablution Dictum - Win 10 battles with a team that has 4 characters following the Path of Destruction

Knowledge is Power - Win 10 battles with a team that has 4 characters following the Path of Erudition

Match-Three - Win a battle with a team that has 3 characters of the same Type

Fulguration Beckoner - Win 10 battles with a team that has 4 Lightning-Type characters

Glacier Dynast - Win 10 battles with a team that has 4 Ice-Type characters

Speak with Fists - Win 10 battles with a team that has 4 Physical-Type characters

Total Conflagration - Win 10 battles with a team that has 4 Fire-Type characters

Lone Wolf - Win 10 battles with only one character on the team

Architects (And Former Architects) - Win 1 battle with a team comprising Bronya, Gepard, Pela, and Serval

One Big Happy Family - Win 1 battle with a team comprising Himeko, Welt, Dan Heng, and March 7th

#i got the “defeat gepard with serval” one and wanted to check if there was one for beating svarog with clara #there isnt #(or at least if there is its not posted on the wiki)#but i found some other ones :D #♡⊱a talks #honkai #hsr #honkai starrail #honkai star rail #honkai: star rail

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chaotic-super · 2 years

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October Birthday

Supercorptober Day 27 - October

Lena is tired.

Today has sucked balls. The board has been jumping down her throat because of a tiny dip in their profits and think that yelling at her will somehow make it all better. On top of that, it’s her birthday. Not that anyone else knows that, it is absolutely privileged information that only her assistant, Jess, knows and the only reason she knows is because she sometimes handles documents with her date of birth on them.

She’s perfectly happy to just get home, shower and then snuggle up on the couch with a nice glass of wine, birthdays are overrated anyway. Jess already broke the rules of not mentioning her birthday this morning by bringing her a little iced cupcake with her coffee, and as much as that meant to her, she’d prefer to just ignore the day altogether, just like everyone did when she was a child in the Luthor household.

She turns the key to unlock her front door, happy to be home. The door swings open to reveal a low light spread across her apartment, a soft golden glow coating everything.

The problem with that lands firmly in the fact that she never leaves lights on, so who the fuck is in her apartment?

A loud clang fills the air before a muffled whisper reaches her ears. She knows that whisper and even without hearing the exact phase, she can tell that it’s most likely some variation on an almost curse.

Her guard drops and she closes the door behind her, heading right in to find the intruder and figure out why they are here and how they got into her place without a key, she’s never given anyone a key.

She steps into the kitchen to find a mess of ingredients littering the counters and pans across the stove. The source of the clang is found in the pile of pots already in the sink, piled high enough to make her feel even more exhausted just by looking at them.

Standing in the centre of the mess is the one and only Kara Danvers, completely oblivious to her arrival and completely immersed in some veggies she’s got in one of the pans.

“Hey.” Lena drawls, dropping her purse on the floor and discarding her uncomfortable heels, not even caring about the icy cold floor on her feet.

Kara practically jumps out of her skin. “Lena! What are you doing here?”

“I uh…live here.”

Kara shakes her head, physically throwing her dumbfounded confusion aside. “What I meant was – why are you back so soon? I thought you were finishing at seven today because of your meeting with the board.”

“How do you know about that?” Lena’s eyebrows raise in questioning as she heaves herself up onto one of her barstools. “Actually, let me guess. Jess?”

“Don’t be mad at her, she means well.” Kara turns the heat off the stove, giving herself a little reprieve to turn and talk to Lena properly.

Lena looks deep into Kara’s deep blue eyes, infatuated with the popping colour that just pulls her in. “Should I be mad at you then?”

She receives a brisk negative headshake for her question. “Nope, because even though it’s your birthday, I’m not overdoing it. Even I’m not that cruel. It’s obvious to literally everyone that you don’t like celebrating your birthday so instead of a party or a group get together for drinks, we’re just having a nice quiet dinner and then we’ll watch a movie before a little late night reading and going to sleep.”

Lena has to admit that it all sounds very nice, but she doesn’t want to set a precedent that she will be doing something every year. “I appreciate it, but I really don’t like to acknowledge the day.”

“So we don’t have to. I won’t mention the day, let’s just have a nice meal, homemade if you hadn’t noticed, and relax. No gifts, no ‘happy birthdays’, no unnecessary frills.”

Lena hates how quickly Kara can win her over and it’s times like these when she hates that she’s in love with her best friend but so far into the friendzone that she fears she can never climb out of the wretched pit. “Fine, I’ll allow it…but only if you let me help you cook.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, this cooking lark is much harder than I thought it would be.” Kara wipes the back of her hand across her forehead dramatically, pretending to wipe away the sweat that’s not there.

“Yes, well, I was really quite worried when I saw you in my kitchen, you’re the person who is most likely to burn down this entire building.” Lena pitches her with a smug smile, knowing it landed on its mark when an offended hand flies to Kara’s chest.

Kara just shakes her head and gestures for Lena to come and join her.

Lena slides herself off the stool, her feet pattering against the floor as she pads around the kitchen island towards Kara. “Alright, let me see what concoction you’ve managed to make.”

“Rude.”

To Lena’s surprise, the food actually looks pretty good. Kara’s managed to make an epic looking lasagne, which is currently finishing off in the oven, and she has a bunch of veggies going on the stove to go with it.

Lena pegs Kara with an astounded stare.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Kara can feel Lena’s emerald orbs burning into the side of her head.

"You did this by yourself?"

Kara shrugs. “I had Eliza send me her recipe with about fifty added instructions that anyone else would be able to guess with basic common sense, but yeah, I guess so.”

Kara is pulled away from the stove in an unexpected motion and pulled right into Lena’s arms in a tight hug. She doubts she could escape Lena’s grasp if she tried, not that she would want to try and escape.

“Thank you.”

“Always.”

With one last squeeze, Lena pulls away and takes a look at the lasagne in the oven. “It looks like this is just about done.”

Kara glances over her shoulder and then into the pots. “Same for these, why don’t you go change into something more comfortable while I serve this?”

Taking Kara’s suggestion, Lena goes right ahead and makes her way to the bedroom, grabbing her discarded heels and purse as she goes.

She comes back out after changing and taking a calming breath from trying not to freak out that for the first time since her birth mother was still alive, she’s actually acknowledging her birthday.

Kara is waiting for her, plates and glasses full and a couple of nice white candles littered across the bar.

“Where were you hiding those?” Lena laughs, watching Kara light the last couple of them.

“You already busted my first surprise, you have to let me at least have this one. I love a good candle.” Kara pulls one of the stools out for Lena, offering a hand to help her up.

The food is much better than what Lena was expecting but then again, it is Eliza’s recipe and everyone knows that Eliza is an incredible cook.

This is not at all how she was expecting to spend her Thursday night – wait, Thursday?

“Isn’t Thursday usually sister’s night?”

Kara shrugs nonchalantly. “I just told Alex that we were getting together now before Halloween because otherwise we probably won’t have a chance to celebrate because work is so busy. I didn’t think you would want anyone else to know. She didn’t mind rescheduling too much, we’re going to have it in a couple of days instead.”

“You really did that for me?”

“Of course I did, I’m just glad your birthday is so close to a major holiday, it makes for a great cover up. Now, eat your dinner, your couch is calling me and I’m expecting cuddles for my efforts.”

Lena answers with a simple roll of her eyes but really, she wants to kiss Kara right now for her thoughtfulness and maybe a little bit because she’s ever so slightly in love with her.

Maybe later.

#cw supergirl #supercorp endgame #supercorp #supergirl #kara zor el #kara x lena #kara danvers #kara zol el #kara leaned in #lena luthor #supercorp fanfic #supercorptober2022 #supercorptober #chaoticsuper #fanfiction #fanfic

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myf00djournal · 4 months

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We are cuuuuute

Saturday things

Parkrun aka walk with Maxxy to keep me in check otherwise I swear I would’ve tried to run and died. He hasn’t come to parkrun for a while and not since we moved so everyone was giving him lots of pats and encouragement 😅

My period has started - first one since surgery and since coming off the pill. It hasn’t been as bad as it was before surgery but still a pain. I haven’t had to take prescription painkillers though so that’s a win.

Felt pretty good during the walk. It’s been a humid summer so it was cloudy but already around 26 at 8am and 85%ish.

Got a coffee afterwards.

Came home and had two slices of toast

Went to sushi 🍣 didn’t get as much as we usually do. It was the cheapest sushi train in our history lol. I had the beef wagyu (2 pieces), katsu (3 pieces), veggie tempura nigiri (2 pieces). On the way home I got an iced latte.

Dinner is simmering. We are making homemade pasta 🍝 with a beefy sauce.

Sitting here feeling a bit sick and now realising it’s because I’ve eaten very little today on my most active day since last Sunday 🥲 this is the issue with me lol. Like I need to use MFP to keep myself in check. I am very excited to do a bit of a 8 week tracking at the start of work to make sure I’m hitting my protein and cals. Will be aiming for 2-2200 unlike my challenge where it was moreso 1800. I’m not doing any scales ⚖️ but just wanting to maintain the efforts and physique from the start of December and at a higher intake. Bit of a play.

We have leftover bread from burgers that we did for two nights so might make some garlic butter and do some garlic bread 🥖 up the energy for the day.

Snacks obviously because it’s been a woeful intake day. Maybe a power packed smoothie.

Also decided my resolution is not to wait to close my rings or hit 10k before I do these posts because no one literally cares except me

#gymlife #training #strength and conditioning #nutrition #food #food log #mfp #wieiad #personal #health & fitness

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thebrixtons · 2 years

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get to know me tag !

thank u @theroyalthrones for tagging me 😋 ily thank uuu !!!

favorite color: this is so difficult 😭 i don’t really have a “favorite” but a bunch of ones i love ! but for this, i’ll say haint blue 💗

currently reading: the poppy war by r.f kuang !! i’m only on chapter 13 out of 26 but it’s SOOOO good i def recommend !

last song you listened to: brutus by the buttress !!!!!!!!! this song is MUAHHHHH 💗

last series watched: heartbreak high 🫣 on netflix 👁️

sweet, savory, or spicy: imma have to say sweet 😔 my sweet cravings go CRAZYYY !! homemade baked goods are just 😭 so good

craving: speaking of sweet cravings 💀 a caramel / chocolate apple would be so good rn

tea or coffee: i love some earl grey tea but coffee wins BY FARRR 😭 i wouldn’t say i’m addicted but 😔 coffee is just so delicious !!! there’s a whole wide coffee world out there 😋 cold brew, iced black coffee, nitro, yummm

working on: a future post 👁️ involving clem, one of her friends, and someone from her not so distant past ? no spoilers ! 🤐

i tag: @wa-royal-tea @thehammondlegacy @rebouks @reigningsims @your-sweetsilence @moonlightncrickets @the-royals-ts4 and whoever wants to do the tag that hasn’t been tagged yet : )) !!!

#tag game #this was fun 😋#thank u again for tagging me !!! 💗

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anxietyfr · 2 years

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Low calorie homemade iced coffee💕 I make coffee (I think any works, I tried instant and most other options) which is like 1 or 2 calories, I make it cold with lots of ice, add 0 cal liquid sweetener to make it more satisfying for my sugar cravings, I use a splash oatmilk (only about 7-10 calories depending on the ammount you put in). So in the end this big glass is just 9-12 calories, once again depending on how much oat milk you use, could probably be even lower in calories if you use almond milk. It literally tastes like a high calorie drink and I always panic a bit while drinking it but it's so low in calories so I don't even have to panic, it's such a win! It also kinda supresses my apetite and boosts my metabolism. I eat/drink things that boost my metabolism a lot, thinking of posting them.

#eating problems #edtmblr #thinsbo #ed diet #disordered eating thoughts #pr0 ana diary #tw ana thoughts #pro ans #tw ed vent

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alienahellsparkle · 2 years

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I got bored and decided to send some of my characters here. Everyone does it, why don't I do the same?

these characters are from the series "lgbt sisters" (it would be appropriate to show them on pride month or every sister on her pride day, but I'm too lazy to wait and sometimes I'm dumb).

There are 6 sisters in total and we will start with the eldest.

🏳‍🌈 Amanda Claine.

(created on picrew)

• | 13/12/1996 (Sagittarius, Fire Rat) |

• 168 cm, 65 kg.

• Lesbian/Greysexual. Is in a relationship.

- - -

A peaceful, friendly, non-confrontational girl who stays in a good mood most of the time, loves to have fun and laugh, and can also make someone else laugh, thanks to which she is able to win over people. She also lacks irascibility and impulsiveness, the girl knows how to find a way out of situations thanks to her quick wits and the ability to talk heart to heart and listen.

In addition, she has stable nerves and psyche, despite her fragile and gentle appearance, the girl is not easy to scare or offend, which is why she does not have tearfulness or excessive impressionability.

Kind, sympathetic, and her help and care are not limited only to family and friends, Amanda takes care even of unfamiliar people, in which, someone from her family or friends tried to convince her more than once, thereby trying to warn her from bad people who the strangers might be.

The golden mean in terms of the mind - the girl is not stupid, but not the smartest, and also, she has a slight amount of naivety that pushes her to take care of those whom she hardly knows.

Despite her sincerity and easy nature, Amanda is sometimes stubborn, she does not like dual situations, and especially, she does not like to choose between something or someone if something favorite is in the choice. The same goes for freedom - Amanda hates when she is deprived of her freedom of speech, choice or decision-making, when she is used as a thing or a puppet, forcing her to dance to someone's tune.

Open, does not know how and does not like to lie, but knows when it is possible or necessary to hide something and how to avoid answering so as not to blurt out too much. But she does not approve of hypocrisy and lies in her direction, especially if she decides on a serious friendship, relationship or cooperation with someone, believing that sincerity and honesty is the way to build trust and successful friendship.

Brought up in terms of etiquette and tactility in public places, she becomes embarrassed if her significant other wants to kiss her in public, believing that such personal matters are best done at home, because this is personal life. And also, the girl herself does not like it when someone flaunts her love, believing that others should not be aware of someone else's love.

* * *

• She works as a perfumer as well as a perfume seller due to her passion for collecting and creating perfumes. Amanda also collects scented candles and essential oils.

🎀 Clothing preferences: Romantic, vintage and casual styles.

🎀 Likes: Scented candles and aroma sticks, perfumes, aesthetics of the 50s and 60s, unusual key chains, decorating diaries, aesthetic sketchbooks, miniature stationery.

🎀 Favorite sweets: Cupcakes, cakes, candies, biscuit rolls, eclairs, cookies, ice cream (especially gum flavored), waffles, wafer rolls, cereal.

🎀 Favorite drink: Bubble Tea, coffee with milk and foam, homemade fruit/berry lemonades.

🎀 Favorite color: Dusty colors.

🎀 Favorite genre of music: Folk - rock, jazz, pop, r'n'b.

🎀 Favorite movie genre: Fantasy, sci-fi, thrillers, adventure.

🎀 Dislikes: Forest walks, blood, abandoned places, commercialism, bizarre things (example. Animal skin carpets, golden toilets, etc.), lies, disorder and slovenliness, clotches in “trash” and linen style, electronic music.

🎀 Least favorite sweet: Tiramisu, chocolate, donuts, jelly beans.

🎀 Least favorite color: Mustard, marsh.

🎀 Least favorite drink: Tea, coconut milk.

🎀 Facts: She always has a packet of gum in her bag or dress/jeans pocket.

Buys everything with the image of chewing gum and bubble tea (key chains, pillows, statuettes, etc.).

Doesn't believe in ghosts or the supernatural.

She became aware of her orientation and caming-out at the age of 19.

She is a Christian, but neutral in terms of faith in God.

Sensitive to flavors.

Prone to profanity, but in moderation. Calmly refers to the habits of obscene language in others, but if also in moderation.

She does not smoke, does not use drugs, she can drink alcohol only on holidays, in small quantities, which is also tolerated by others.

She is a morning person.

Fun/Interesting fact from creation: Amanda's relationships with her girlfriend is similar to that of Felix and Pepa Madrigal from Encanto. That is, one is often quick-tempered and nervous, while the other calms, encourages and takes care of her.

🎀 Skills: Creating perfumes, scented candles and key chains, embroidery, making others laugh.

🎀 Phobias: Getting lost in the woods, riding elevators.

(Her aesthetic moodboard).

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libbystcwart · 2 years

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MEET LIBBY STEWART!

Works at Polished Brass Market. Aspiring interior designer. Loves boutiques, small towns, and southern accents.

HER BIOGRAPHY!

As long as you’re someone who says pecan right, likes pet names, and ignores Libby stealing your fries – you’ll get along with her just fine. She’s a pretty laid back gal who enjoys movie nights with her friends, hanging out on her front porch swing, and listening to her favorite music.

HER PINTEREST!

HER CONNECTIONS!

HER HOUSE!

HER TINDER!

HER STATS!

BASICS

FULL NAME: elizabeth ‘libby’ marie stewart

NICKNAME: libby. you could call her any other variation of elizabeth, but she won’t respond.

GENDER: cis woman, she/her pronouns

DATE OF BIRTH: november 23, 1988

AGE: 34

HOMETOWN: thomasville, georgia

OCCUPATION: antique picker for the polished brass market, aspiring interior designer

RELIGION: christian, non practicing

ETHNICITY: white

LOCATION: merrock, maine

HOUSING: lives in a farmhouse that she fixed up in the rural countryside

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS

MOTHER: daisy stewart (momma)

MOTHER: robin stewart (ma)

SIBLINGS

BROTHER: benjamin stewart

SISTER: mallory stewart

SISTER: kallie stewart

CHILDREN: freida rose, deceased

OTHER FAMILY: tons of extended family

PETS: ruby, her dog. bacon, her pig. slim jim, her cat.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

CURRENT PARTNER: none

PAST PARTNERS: lincoln scott, ex husband

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: loving, artistic, adventurous, motivating, intuitive, helpful, charismatic, loyal, generous, affectionate, compassionate, protective, resourceful, expressive.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: meddlesome, impatient, stubborn, opinionated, self-destructive, absent-minded, fickle, mischievous, self-doubting, spontaneous, guarded, cynical, faithless.

THINK OF: jess day (new girl), lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls), chandler bing (friends), leslie knope (parks and rec)

FAVORITE MOVIE: steel magnolias

FAVORITE SONG: light on by maggie rogers

FAVORITE EMOJI: 🙈

FAVORITE ANIMAL: bunnies

FAVORITE PERSON: her brother, benjamin

FAVORITE HOBBIES: scrolling through the missed connections page in craigslist, spending time looking through flea markets, learning how to fix a car herself so she doesn’t have to go to a mechanic, maybe secretly learning new dallas cowboys cheerleader dance routines from youtube videos in her bedroom when no one is watching?

LIKES: rainstorms, fireworks, poetry, small towns, dancing, photography, dogs, chocolate ice cream, flea markets, fresh flowers, taylor swift, candles, hanging out with friends, being extremely productive, sunsets, homemade meals, milkshakes, old movies, instagram, bubble baths, winning bets (and winning in general), cats, freshly baked pastries, getting her hair done, red wine, post-it notes, colorful pens, decorative pillows, road trips, animal prints, shopping, pinterest, magnolias, sunglasses, lana del rey, charm bracelets, citrus scents, being wrapped in a blanket, dipping french fries in ice cream, filled sketchbooks, cinnamon toast, braids, sleeping, long drives, clothes fresh out of the dryer, karaoke, thrift stores, long car rides, listening to the same album over and over again, big smiles, golden hour, the smell of coffee, fields of grass, fixer uppers, polaroids, blanket forts, southern accents, and worn out paperback books.

DISLIKES: cold weather, friends who don’t text back, conservative people, sweet potatoes, spiders, heavy conversations, change she can’t control, public speaking, putting sheets on a bed, hospitals, being told to calm down, wet socks, axe spray, math, therapists, being the center of attention, hearing people cough or sneeze, being awake before the sun rises, cemeteries, sitting in traffic, people who don’t say please and thank you, public restooms, loud sirens, big insects, golf, dating apps, dirty sheets, needles, feeling overwhelmed.

FUN FACTS ABOUT HER

She’s impatient, which stems from her being a very prompt person. If she expects something within a certain amount of time, she’ll be on the person to get it to her by then or will throw more or less of a fit. It’s a terrible way to be, especially now that she’s an adult, but she’s trying to shake herself out of it.

Ever since she was a little girl, Libby had a taste for theatrics. She was always spinning stories and telling them in an over-dramatic way. Her knack for exaggerating things often got her called a drama queen, but she didn’t mind. In her head, it was better than being boring. She was involved in theater when she was in school and played the lead once.

If she’s not working on a project then she’s most likely at home and just chilling in her room. She’s a homebody, so she’s usually laying on her bed with Fleetwood Mac in the background. You can also find her rummaging through things at flea markets or thrift stores. She likes hanging out and volunteering at animal shelters, too.

She naturally helps anyone that’s in need. She listens and makes sure people feel heard. Despite however many projects she is working on or how many things she’s worried about, if a friend needs her, she is able to turn off everything else and give them her full attention. And without a doubt, she puts everyone else before herself – almost to a fault. Or to a fault, you decide. It doesn’t matter if you’re her best friend or a stranger. Libby takes it upon herself to take care of everyone around her before even starting to think about what she needs. Her mom, Daisy, has always said she’s been that way.

When it comes to packing for a trip, Libby has a tendency to overpack. It isn’t out of a superfluous nature, either. Simply, her mind will wander and rationalize each and every item that gets put into her suitcase – even if the situation imagined is highly unlikely. “You never know,” she’ll say.

If we’re being honest, she’s not too fussed about how she looks. She always has soft and simple makeup, usually going for a more natural look. Libby’s hair is typically kept about past shoulder length and is blonde, as seen here. She’s been a blonde since high school. Her natural hair color is brown. she loves to play with braids, headbands, and updos. She has recently chopped her hair and added some bangs. However, she can be a bit insecure so she’ll hide behind the security blanket that is her hair. for her style, even when she was young, she knew she loved wearing flowers and dresses, so her outfits mostly consists of such. She’s just not one to spend an hour doing her makeup or hair, just because it takes up too much of her time.

In theory, Libby wants to be the type of person that’s friends with everyone. In reality, that’s a lot more difficult than it seems. Because of her past, she’s guarded and doesn’t let people in easily, so while she can be nice to someone she just met, she’s going to hold everyone at arm’s length unless they can worm their way into her heart. I’d like to think she has a tight knit group of friends that are like her ride or die and she’s lucky they put up with her, but other than that, I’m going to say there’s not a lot of close friends but she’d definitely have a lot of acquaintances and she’d make an effort to get to know people because she’s curious. Or just nosy, but same thing.

PLOTTING FOR LIBBY!

An approximate timeline for Libby!

From birth to age 23: spent her life in Thomasville, Georgia

From 23 to 26: Boston, Massachusetts - attended MASSArt

From age 26 to present: Merrock, Maine

All of the friends. She has been in Merrock for years now and Libby likes being surrounded by good company. For that reason, she’s done a fairly good job with making herself a collection of friends since she got here. Libby’s nothing short of a handful, but she’s an honest sort with a pretty big heart who enjoys making others happy (or at least getting them to laugh). She can be everywhere at once when it comes to the company that she keeps, and because of that she probably doesn’t have many particularly close friends, but instead a large pool of friends or at least people she enjoys spending her time with (whether they feel the same about her or not).

While she can sometimes be a tad too intrusive, she rarely shares much about herself that she considers too 'heavy’. The kind of person that would suggest waving away issues instead of confronting them (or just jumping in headfirst without much thought), she’s probably not the best person to go to for solid advice but she does a good enough job of making those she cares about feel better, even if it’s only for a little while.

Surprisingly not that big on the party scene, but she does frequent such spaces since she likes having the company around, so she’s probably gathered a fair amount of party friends during her stay here.

Beware of Libby when she’s in a mood. She’s prone to jealousy, and is prickly when she feels that her freedom is being impeded upon. She hates to be told what to do and so anyone who tries will be met with her wicked temper. She can be quite aggressive and stubborn, which makes her a nightmare during arguments. She doesn’t know when to give up.

Complicated doesn’t even begin to cut what the love department has become for her. Outside of going on dates here and there and maybe one or two short-lived flings, Libby hasn’t really had too much of a love life since she moved to Merrock. While she’s always loved Lincoln, they’ve been separated for years now. She’d been hoping that Lincoln would follow her to Merrock to work out their differences. Lincoln’s her childhood love and high school sweetheart. They didn’t get together until high school, but he was her first kiss (a dare when she was eight) and pretty much first everything – including heartbreak. Truth is, she left him because they had too many issues and she pretty much gave up on them. Her need to leave Thomasville took over and he seemed to not want to leave their little town. She hasn’t had the heart to sign divorce papers, even though she knows she should. Now she’s planning on settling down again, but doesn’t know if it’ll be with her first love or someone new.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

IF YOU GO DOWN, I’M GOING’ DOWN TOO! - I would love for Libby to have a ride or die best friend in Merrock. Someone who she can confide in, who knows her deepest secrets, and her past. - LIVVY HARTMAN

YOU’RE DRUNK, GO HOME! - Became friends after a creep at the bar tried to make a move on one of them. They really didn’t get along before then for whatever reason, but became closer after that encounter.

YOUNGER SIBLING TYPE FRIENDSHIP - Basically a younger sibling to Libby. Someone who Libby is very protective of, and treats them as if they are family even if they aren’t.

WORKOUT BUDS - Libby is a huge fan of cycling and pilates. It helps her ease her mind if she’s had a busy week or if she’s been feeling her grief a little too much.

BAD BLOOD - For whatever reason, they absolutely cannot stand each other.

GOOD INFLUENCE - Someone that is a positive asset to her life. someone who helps her make the right decisions.

BAD INFLUENCE - They can convince her to do make poor decisions, and let loose a little too much, but they care for each other.

IN DISTRESS - They live right down the road from each other and whenever they need something, they’ll call each other.

YIN-YANG - They’re each other’s total opposite but they encourage and balance each other out.

LOVE/HATE - They’re friends who get along, usually. Sometimes they’ll yell and fight but they typically always make up.

FLIRTATIONSHIP - They flirt a lot and maybe something could happen between them, but above all else, they really care for each other.

HOOKUP - While they get on just fine, they do spend an awful lot of time together at night and are two attractive people who can get bored.

EXES WHO ENDED ON BAD TERMS - They dated or were at least seeing each other at one point in time, but their relationship ended awfully because of something. Maybe because they found out Libby was still legally married? Who knows, we could always plot something out!

HER ESTRANGED HUSBAND, LINCOLN SCOTT - So, I’m definitely going to create a wanted connection for this once I get more settled in, but I’d really like to request Libby’s estranged husband. They were high school sweethearts who became teen parents. I’m sure there were periods of time where they were broken up or on a break (cue Ross Gellar screaming) that she canoodled with some other people, and now that they’ve been separated for quite some time, no doubt there has been some hookups and flings. She still loves her husband and wants to make it work, but she’s also a realist and knows that it might not happen. She’s at the stage where she needs to figure out if she needs to reach out to him or just move on from him completely.

#hc • i can change everything about me to fit in.

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