#how tf do you tag a picture of your dog help

[bi-squirrel]

hello little gay ppl who live in my phone, since it is a good day today you can have some cute pictures of my dog. her name is pączki.

[the-summ0ning]

Sleep Token HC: being in a relationship with vessel

Hello, I hope you like my final HC for Ves. Fluff elements with highly NSFW ideas. 🤠 I’m always open to HC requests as well 🤭

Vessel, vessel, vessel—where do we begin?

Vessel the bf that is so deeply profoundly in love with you

If he could he’d rip his heart out of his chest for you and just hand it to you, he would.

His love languages would be words of affirmation and physical touch

He often battles with icky thoughts of himself, and you’re his ever radiant light in his bleakest days, so he would go out of his way to make sure it was known

Notes everywhere around your house, even a month and half into tour, you keep finding them

Praises in your medicine cabinet, crumbled pieces of paper at the bottom of your bags bc he know you won’t find them right away. Little Sonnets on your desk or on the fridge just so you know how much you are loved by him

Once you stopped finding them around the house or in your things, he’d start sending flowers or treats with love notes attached. Just because gestures especially if the night before you told him what a long week it was and knew you were struggling

You have so many of these notes, post its, scraps of paper you’ve compiled them in a scrapbook/binder and it’s on your bookshelf now

Texts for when you wake up reminding you to take your meds/vitamins, and to keep up with your water intake—voice memos too

Honestly he’d send you voice memos all the time like it was your own little podcast

Having black paint smeared on you because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself

Or would want you to apply his body paint before a show. Squirming underneath your fingers as you apply it because of your featherlight touches, listening to his quiet hisses when you’d go too low and gentle

“We’re not going to make it out of this dressing room if you keep doing that, love.”

Vessel would love to be big spoon, having you tucked underneath him or your back against his chest. Tracing patterns on your arms, hips, and thighs

He always loomed around you, everyone knowing if you were there, he was somewhere lurking around 95% of the time. He was a quietly protective man.

Coming up when you were talking with friends at an event, a comforting squeeze to the nape of your neck and a drink to quietly check on you

Wearing one of his extra robes backstage. It was so big and light, perfect for the hot and humid venues, a great blanket tbh where you could use the hood to cover your face

There’s a folder in his phone dedicated with pictures of you in many spaces of the venues they played just sleeping with his robe over you

Also the amount of videos of you two just frolicking around backstage, helping him with dance moves whilst in his robe that dragged on the floor, nearly tripping on it, when you wore it because it was so long on you

You liked to go into the crowd during the shows, enjoying the atmosphere of fans. Vessel would get a kick out of that, and you two would make it like a game almost

Instantly being able to spot you in the crowd through the lights and smoke. Always looking in your direction to lowkey serenade you and do little inconspicuous moves directed for you. In return, you’d run your hands through up and down your body swaying your hips to his voice. His own little siren in the sea of people

He loved watching you jam tf out with the fans so careless in your own world dancing with everyone or receiving bracelets from the fellow concertgoers (he would panic slightly watching you try to go into the mosh pit every time tho, one time he actually had to send a member of the crew to discreetly retrieve you.)

I imagine vessel being codependent af, and the simplest of tasks you were always requested to tag along

groceries, pharmacy trips, picking up takeout—he needed his emotional support person. Bribing and rewarding you with little treats to lure you with him thinking you’d say no how could you he’d hit you with the puppy dog eyes I just know he’s master at that

Staying up or waking up to listen to his late night rambles/dreams/conspiracies tucked under his arm while sharing a joint or bottle of spirits

Or sitting beside him as he wrote song lyrics, quietly running them by you for your opinion. You just blinking slowly in awe with what his mind created unable to provide the input he wanted

I thinks it’s a mutual consensus among us: Vessel loves to bite. He can’t help his carnal primal urge to. He does it with his friends, you… Everyone had a mark from him at this point

I don’t imagine him being into quickies (unless he was absolutely throbbing and thirsting for you) this man would take his time. Setting the pace all during the day teasing you

He loved nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses below your ear and whispering the filthiest things to get you flustered

“You look so good right now, I could take you right here.”

“I can’t wait to get you home and be deep inside you later, doll.” He would murmur, his hand squeezing your hip pulling you back into him feeling his already hardening length pressing in the soft flesh of your ass

Then when it finally happened, he goes at a nearly agonizing pace—he wanted to worship you. He didn’t like to fuck, he liked to make love.

intense and passionate, hips slowly rolling into you up til you were full of him. And he kept hitting that spot that made your eyes see stars and lulled to the back of your head.

He was not shy about how he felt, always moaning and praising you, but wasn’t too loud. Vocal fry as he quietly moaned about how good you made him feel

“You’re squeezing me so well,” rasping out, trying to look at where your bodies connected, resisting the urge to close his eyes

“Fuck, you look so pretty under me.”

He’s 100% a morning sex person

Not even letting either of you have a chance to get out of bed, one hand slipping down your front rubbing you softly while the other gripped your throat to turn your face so he could slowly kiss you—devouring your mouth with his—all in a blissed out half sleep stupor

Hehe, I woke up from my nap and chose violence horniness, sorry. Anyways thanks for the support and all the love on these 🫶🏻✨

[love-strawberry]

lost you to someone better

summary : in which she's moving on with someone better for her but he's still on her.

pairing : harry styles x reader (past), tom holland x reader

warnings : language

author's note : really wanna make a part iii to this, tell me what you think!! enjoy <33

tagged : @0oolookitsme @ellora-brekker @qualitygiantshoepsychic

lose you to someone else i

i'm happy, isn't that great iii

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[coltsbitch]

do u think Colt is a soft boy?

do i think Colt ‘soft boy’ Grice is SOFT?!?! let me just...

practiced with pieck for how he would ask you out. but he made pieck play him and he was you, so he could put himself in your shoes as pieck read from the speech he had on a notecard

brings you a plant on your first date. stumbles over his words as he apologizes that it’s not flowers, but thought you’d like this better. plus now he has a reason to text you in the morning to water it

leaves you sticky notes, but not in obvious places, like opens your text books eight chapters away, or inside your winter jacket even though it’s summer. writes the date because he wants you to know he was thinking about you then

always brings a second sweatshirt for when you get cold, but he still gives you the one he’s wearing because he knows you like the warmth and smell of the one from his body

movie theatres are his favorite because what’s better than snuggling in a dark room as you giggle against his shoulder?

prepped his friends with topics when he brought you around the first time. just wanted to make sure you would feel included in any conversation. porco read straight from his notecard in front of you

a picture of you and falco is his lock screen

has a box for all of your memories, pictures, movie stubs, a flower you gave him, print out of his favorite texts. working on making a scrapbook but is too overwhelmed to start because he doesn’t want to mess it up

has your exam schedule written in his planner so he can send you a good luck text

learned how to make your favorite snack from scratch. this man is literally baking crackers, dehydrating fruit, doesn’t matter what, he’s figuring it out and putting it into tupperware for you

never shuts up about you to his friends. definitely repeats stories, pieck smiles and nods along even if it’s the third time she’s heard about the upcoming picnic he’s planning when the weather turns, while porco bangs his head on the table

wrote down all your hair/skin care products and bought duplicates for his place. you were so suspicious because who tf are these? until he told you that he wants you to be able to spend the night and not worry

has a journal of your important dates together. first time he realized he liked you. anniversaries. first time you met falco. when you told him you loved him. doesn’t necessarily celebrate them all, but just likes to know

goes out of his way to get to know those important to you, messaging and calling them. literally you’ll be telling your friend something exciting and they’ll deadass be like, oh colt already told me

will watch/read/listen to whatever you’re into at the moment because he wants to be apart of your excitement. doesn’t matter if it’s 1000 pages or episodes (i’m looking at you, one piece)

will fix anything! reattaches the clasp of your necklace, fixies your leaky faucet, sews a button back on your coat, built you a new nightstand because your old one wobbled too much

affirms you everyday. tells you what a strong person you. how you make everyone’s day better for just existing. you’re a genuine friend

porco has to take his phone when they go to the bars because all colt does is drunk text you about how cute you are and how lucky he is. and then instead he’ll just start word vomiting about you which annoys the shit out of porco who is trying to use colt as a wingman, but all colt does is make these potential hook ups wish colt was the single one

found a stray puppy in an alleyway and named it peanut because it was so malnourished and tiny. nursed it back to health and now colt has a hundred pound beast of a dog

never wakes you up when he’s carrying you to bed, is so gentle as he sets you down and tucks you in

drives a minivan. likes to be able to drive falco and the kids around, also wants to be able to take all his friends places in one car. it just makes sense to him

so fucking nervous when you and falco first met. planned an afternoon at the arcade hoping it would be a good middle ground. wasn’t sure if he was more nervous falco wouldn’t like you, or you would be annoyed by his kid brother. but of course falco and you teamed up on him in laser tag and you even helped falco win a stuffed lion that sits on his bed everyday

assistant coach to falco’s baseball team. you’re still unsure if you’re swooning at his gentleness with the kids or the ridiculous sexy baseball pants zeke makes him wear on game day

sews all the halloween costumes for falco, gabi, udo, and zofia. literally starts in the summer and doesn’t even complain when they want to change the theme a week before

dreams about retiring with you and sitting in rocking chairs on your porch

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doesn’t matter if he’s on top, bottom, or behind you, wants his entire body pressed against you

if you’re feeling it and want to pin him down, he’ll look up at you with the biggest doe eyes and deepest blush you have ever seen

sensitive nipples

moan. moan. moan. he’s so loud. it was cute at first but now you usually have to stuff your fingers in his mouth or kiss him to shut him up

his sex is not orgasm or penetrative centric. he just wants feel you. could mean he’s getting you off with his hands and mouth, and maybe he’s not cumming every time but that’s not important because he just got to spend an hour embraced in your warmth and that’s more than enough

fingers always intertwined

cries during sex sometimes, just so overwhelmed with how much he loves you and that you’re here

changes the bedsheets while you’re in the shower, likes to fall asleep in crisp clean sheets with your soft body tucked under his chin

cuddle king. likes to keep his hands on you afterwards so he’s always offering a massage, even looked up videos of how to work out the knots in your back

run your fingers through his hair and he’s putty in your hands

whispers praises when you think he thinks you’re asleep. when you tell him you’re awake, ‘why do you think i’m saying it?’

sleepy and slow morning sex is his favorite

add on if you agree colt is soft!!

[csbinnie]

WHAT CHOI SOOBIN WOULD BE LIKE AS A BOYFRIEND

TAGS . . oral fixation, soobin is a switch, v into panties and wet spots, praise kink, and body worship.

˒ ahhh it’s my bf this time y’all 🤩🤤 i hope you guys like this one!

HOW HE CONFESSES

oh my god (T ^ T) can you imagine soobin having a crush on someone? he would be so sweet to them!

i can already picture him seeing you for the first time and feeling his heart start beating a little faster and blushing after you say hi.

he would be CONVINCED that he hides it so well and that no one knows how much he likes you but no one is fooled.

he’s always making excuses to be around you and touch you and talk about you. like you’d have to be an idiot not to know how he feels.

he would probably confess to you by accident. like he’s on the phone talking to you one night when he lets an “i love you” slip out and then he panics and hangs up and panics a little more because he definitely could have just played it off like it was a friendly thing — why did he just do that???

he’s still very embarrassed about it when he sees you the next day, but you just tell him it’s okay, you love him too, and kiss him on the cheek. now he’s blushing like crazy, but he decides he has to tell you that he didn’t mean it the way that you do, as a friend.

soobin is fully expecting you to reject him and things to get awkward, but instead you get really shy. and he’s so confused until finally you gather the courage to look at him and admit that you feel the same.

he would get so excited! like he ends up grabbing your lil face in his giant hands and kissing you before he can even think about what he’s doing.

he lets go of you like you’re on fire once he realizes what he just did, but you just giggle and go up on your tip toes to kiss him back.

WHAT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WOULD BE LIKE

soobin is the kind of boyfriend to take pictures of you everywhere. like whether you’re eating something or sleeping with your head in his lap or just sitting next to him on your phone, he thinks you look so pretty and he’s like, “look at me and smile for a second!”

he’s always offering you his clothes to wear. this is really for him more than it is for you, but he acts like it’s because he saw you “shivering” or because you need “dress more warmly.”

even after dating you for a while, you still make soobin’s heart race. he thinks everything you do is the cutest thing ever. like even just the thought of you makes him smile so big.

one time, yeonjun paid you ₩6500 to do aegyo for soobin and he almost collapsed on the spot. like he actually squealed. he couldn’t stop giggling at you and pinching your cheeks.

soobin is 100% that giant dog who still thinks he’s a puppy. he’s always laying on top of you or draping himself across your lap. he also loves wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his head in your neck to sleep.

you and binnie rarely argue, but when you do it’s hard on both of you. you hate being angry at each other. most of your problems are easily talked out, so when you actually fight it’s usually over something stupid. you can only be mad at each other for a few hours before one of you caves and calls the other one and within a few minutes you’re both apologizing.

once, when you were sick, you had to stay home for a few days and could barely move. soobin was so worried about you that he actually cried. he denies it now, of course, but you still like to tease him about it.

you share almost everything. music, clothes, tv shows (you watch a lot of dramas together). being as busy as you are, you like having these things in common. they help you feel connected to each other even when you’re physically separated.

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i feel like soobin is either a complete pillow prince or such a giver. maybe both actually.

like i can totally see him just laying back and being so mesmerized by every move you make and showering you with praise.

picture: riding him with his hands on your hips, his fingers wandering over to play with your clit while he mouths at your neck and collarbones.

he isn’t too much into dom and sub roles. he just likes what feels good so i think he would be down to experiment with you. like anything he does to you, he wants you to do it back, just to see how it felt for you.

but if you’re like a big dom or the cutest lil sub, he would happily fulfill either of those roles for you and be completely satisfied. again, he’s just happy to be there. he’s not hard to please.

something he realizes is that he has a thing for eating you out. like he’s always like:

“you did such a good job on this, baby. lemme eat you tf out.”

“ugh, you’re so pretty today. lemme eat you tf out.”

“who’s my good girl? aigoo, such a good girl. lemme eat you tf out.”

etc, etc.

he also LOVES seeing you in panties. there’s just something about them. panties and the little wet spots you leave behind whenever you’re really turned on. 100% he’ll make you take them off and hand them to him.

he also has the biggest oral fixation. he always wants to have something in his mouth, whether that’s your pretty heat, your fingers, or just your neck. he also likes having his fingers in your mouth or watching you drool over his cock. even just watching you eat something a little messily can turn him on.

sex with binnie would always be so playful and giggly. one of you always starts smiling in the middle of it and then neither of you can stop.

aftercare is really important for both of you. when soobin subs, he gets really sensitive and clingy, so he likes cleaning up as quickly as possible and cuddling in soft clothes. but when you sub, you like taking bubble baths. soobin always treats you very gently in those moments, wanting you to feel as loved as you make him feel after he subs.

[carewyncromwell]

POTC AU go time! Pictured above are fresh-faced pirate Charlie Weasley, the mystical witch of Tortuga Chiara Dalma, and so-called “Pirate Dragon” Samantha O’Connell @samshogwarts! Looks like these three are a bit over their heads...let’s see if they can get out of it!

For those of you who appreciate my mini-history lectures surrounding real Caribbean pirates of the 17th and 18th century (please let me know if you do, I will happily geek TF out if it’s something you all like XD) -- Tortuga is an island in modern-day Haiti. It was originally a Spanish colony, settled in the 15th century not long after Mr. Despicable himself Christopher Columbus “discovered” the New World. Despite this, and despite the, er...tempestuous relationship between Spain and its neighboring countries, Tortuga ended up also hosting both English and French settlements, largely made up of buccaneers, in the 17th century. Buccaneers were an ancestor of the more classic “pirates” we think of today -- the biggest differences were that they were privateers, meaning they worked on behalf of a country and only attacked ships from other countries (i.e. a British privateer like Sir Francis Drake would only attack Spanish or French ships), and that buccaneers specifically congregated in that area of the Caribbean (namely, Tortuga and the island of Hispaniola) alone. Historically, however, Tortuga stopped being a great place for buccaneers to gather before the end of the 17th century -- specifically when treaties were passed officially banning those old privateers from attacking foreign vessels during times of peace, circa 1680. This also effectively killed off the buccaneer as a profession, until the War of Spanish Succession turned a lot more privateers who had fought during the War into the more classic 18th century pirates we think of today. During the most famous period of the Golden Age of Piracy -- namely, the third and final wave after the War of Spanish Succession ended in 1714, which hosted all of the best known pirates like Blackbeard and which both the Pirates films and this AU is set in -- it would’ve been far more common to find actual historical pirates in places like St. Mary’s Island off the coast of Madagascar or (I’m not kidding) Port Royal, Jamaica, which was quite frankly NOT the beautiful, upstanding city we see in the films. In truth, it actually prospered under piracy, until Port Royal’s leadership finally decided to crack down hard on pirates circa 1720. In this project, though, for the sake of iconography, I will treat Tortuga very much the way Port Royal would’ve really been historically -- a pirate island which, in this time period, was suddenly barraged by the pirates’ enemies and was immediately no longer a safe place for pirates to hide in. (Of course, historical pirates were much less likable or sympathetic than the pirate characters in this AU are, regardless of how objectively hard their existence was and how frankly horrid the world was in general for anyone who wasn’t upper-class, white, and male back then.)

The so-called “seven seas” have gone through a lot of “shuffling around” over the centuries, as our understanding of the world has grown. The phrase was first used by the Ancient Greeks, but back then of course, they didn’t know about the existence of bodies of water like the Caribbean Sea and the Pacific Ocean. In the Pirates films, there are nine Pirate lords for the Pacific, Indian, and Atlantic Oceans, as well as the South China, Caspian, Adriatic, Black, Mediterranean, and Caribbean Seas. I’ve slimmed down the number to just seven for the sake of referencing the so-called “seven seas,” and also because with the Pirate King, that would then give us eight pieces of eight, which seems like a much more logical number than nine pieces of eight. (Plus, to me, the Caspian and Black Seas are kind of weird choices to have Lords for as the Caspian is land-locked and the Black Sea can only be sailed into through a narrow channel in the Mediterranean...and from what I can tell, there wasn’t much 17th-18th century piracy specifically centered around those two seas either.)

Previous part of the AU is here -- whole tag is here -- and of course Jules Farrier-Weasley belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier and Finn McGarry / Davy Jones belongs to @theguythatdraws. <3

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In the nearly three weeks since Jules, Bill, and Charlie said goodbye to Carewyn, the three had practically been thrown head-first into what piracy truly meant. Sailing aboard the Artemis hadn’t been as glamorous as the stories Jules grew up with, but trying to steer the Revolution with only three people aboard without enough food or drink to go around, all the while knowing that just about no ships they might come across and very few islands they might land on would be friendly to them, was something that didn’t sink in until one was left sitting up all night thinking it over. Everything the three owned now -- everything they were -- was either on their person or on this ship...and if anything happened to the ship, they wouldn’t just lose the belongings they had on board, but also the only way they could transport themselves out of danger and the only “home” they still had. No one would likely even know anything had happened to them until days, weeks, or even months afterwards. It was like nothing tethered them to the Earth at all -- like they had no gravity and could just fly up into the air at any time, disappearing forever without a trace.

There was a freedom to it, of course, knowing that you didn’t have to be defined by how you were born or what arbitrary value society placed on you...and yet, the freedom came at a cost.

The three Weasleys arrived on the island of Tortuga within four days. Truthfully it wasn’t really a place a lot of people would enjoy visiting -- it was loud, filthy, seedy, and treacherous, and yet, it was a safe place for them to fill their bellies and get their ship repaired and outfitted with new crew members.

There were a few pirates who initially balked at the idea of joining the crew of a ship captained by a woman, but before long, Jules made a name for herself in Tortuga after she was able to out-maneuver two drunken men twice her size in a fight, the first by ducking under his arm and then smashing a bottle of rum over his head to knock him out and the second by stealing his own pistol out of his belt and pointing it right between his eyes until he backed off. 

Charlie couldn’t help but grin as the pirate rather cowardly slunk off like a dog with his tail between his legs.

“Bloody hell, Jules!” he laughed. “Reckon you scared him so bad he’ll be running off crying to Mummy...”

Jules crossed her arms, the man’s pistol still in her hand. “Well, he had it coming. Not wanting to be on our crew I can accept, but I am not a thing he can pay for.”

“You can’t be bought, period,” agreed Bill lowly, shooting a rather dirty look at the man’s back as he secured an arm around his wife’s waist. “Least of all by a disgusting cur like him.”

Charlie gave a low whistle.

“Blimey, Bill, a man of the Church, swearing like that?” he teased. “Whatever happened to turning the other cheek?”

“Ecclesiastes 3:8 -- ‘there is a time to love and a time to hate,’” said Bill coolly. “This is not a time to love.”

Jules smiled wryly up at Bill.

“I might have to disagree,” she said amusedly, as she tilted his head down enough to ensnare his lips with her own.

Not long after they arrived, Orion and the crew of Artemis met the Weasleys in Tortuga, as planned. It was good to see some familiar and friendly faces, in a sea of insincere smiles and shady looks. Orion immediately introduced the crew of the Revolution to a few of his “friends” on the island -- Andre Egwu, a rather fashionable pirate who had once been both a tailor and a French privateer; Erika Rath, the rough-and-tough owner of the Faithful Bride tavern, who had been a pirate herself before settling in Tortuga to offer a safe place to those who were too ill, young, old, or otherwise unable to sail anymore; Ethan Parkin, Skye’s father and a retired pirate himself, who, despite being a rather egotistical sort that disdained Orion quite a bit, still was always willing to do the crew of the Artemis and their associates a favor, for the sake of his daughter; and a pirate solely called “Face Paint” who was known on the island for being a master of disguise that could not only look like anyone they wanted, but also make other people look like just about anyone else too.

Andre and Face Paint were able to help out all three Weasleys with their wardrobes, so that they “fit” a bit more with the pirates of the island. Bill picked out a new belt that could better fit a scabbard for his sword, and Jules finally got a hat worthy of a captain -- a forest green tricorn hat trimmed with silver embroidery. Charlie was even able to snatch up a pair of boots made of a black scaly material that reminded him of the pictures of dragons he’d see in books as a kid. Charlie had expected Andre to encourage him to shave too, since both he and Bill were already getting a bit stubbly since they hadn’t shaved since they left Port Royal, but Andre actually discouraged this.

“If people know you better without a beard, then you should grow one,” he advised. “The more different you can look from how you did before, the better the chances you’ll have of not immediately being recognized, if you collide with the wrong person. In general, my advice is to change your look up every four to six months, just to throw off the authorities.”

Bill, Jules, and Charlie also accompanied Orion on his visit to the far corner of Tortuga, over a small lake to an eerie-looking worn-down shack on stilts in the middle of the water, which was the home to the resident “witch” of Tortuga.

“Have you ever met a witch before?” Jules asked Bill and Charlie.

Both Weasley brothers shook their heads, looking a little disconcerted.

“She’s truly not as terrifying as everyone makes her out to be,” said McNully reassuringly. “I’d say there’s only a 63% chance she’ll curse you if you make a wrong move.”

Charlie shot him a flabbergasted look. “Oh, that’s encouraging.”

Skye gave a light “hmph!”

“My best piece of advice? Try not to make eye contact and let Orion do the talking,” she said under her breath. “The witch can do favors for you, if you somehow get on her good side and give her proper payment...but she doesn’t trust easily.”

“And likes anyone even more rarely,” added McNully, though he sounded more thoughtful than Skye. “Orion’s one of the few people I’d say she does favor a bit...though I reckon that’s because they go back a ways, and Orion’s not really like most pirates...”

“It’s pirates especially she doesn’t like,” said Skye. 

Charlie frowned. “If she doesn’t like pirates, then why is she here, on an island owned by pirates?”

“I reckon witches probably don’t have a lot of safe places they can live as it is, Charlie,” Bill pointed out somberly. “Even the Bible says you should not suffer a witch to live. She probably lives here because she doesn’t have much choice.”

When they reached the dock under the shack, they tied up their boat, McNully staying behind to watch it while Orion, Skye, Jules, Bill, and Charlie climbed the ladder up into the shack itself. It was a bizarre place with various bottles, model planets, and other such trinkets dangling from the ceiling, and toward the back of the single large room was a table covered in a dirty grayish white tablecloth covered in spots and stains.

The witch called Chia Dalma was almost ethereal in appearance, from her long, flowing white hair to her sea-blue eyes to her bloodless, porcelain skin. She wore a rather worn, clearly second-hand dark red dress and a full-moon-shaped locket around her neck. She also considered all of Orion’s party with considerable distrust in her eyes -- Charlie felt like he was being X-rayed. Orion, however, acted as though he didn’t even notice the scrutiny the others were getting and spoke to Chia very pleasantly after giving her some incense and a jar of candied pineapple.

“How are the stars sounding, to you?” he asked. “From what I’ve seen, Venus is particularly bright, right now -- I would think you’ve heard a lot about love, in your conversations with the night sky.”

Chia finally tore her critical eye off of Charlie to turn to Orion, her posture still noticeably guarded.

“Yes,” she said, “though I believe there’s a reason you noticed Venus’s brightness in particular, as opposed to the rest of the planets’ movements.”

Her voice was very soft and understated, enough to make you freeze where you stood and hold your breath in a subconscious attempt to hear her better. Despite this, her discerning look on Orion was considerably less suspicious: if anything, it looked almost curious.

A flicker of a smile teased at the corners of Orion’s mouth. 

“...I suppose I may have.”

Bill and Charlie both shot Orion looks out the side of their eye. They had a feeling they knew exactly why that was.

Bill and Jules had talked to Charlie about their suspicions about Orion and Carewyn, and although Jules had been very supportive of it and even Bill acknowledged that Orion did seem to feel genuine affection for Carewyn, Charlie himself still felt a bit uncomfortable about it. To him, Carewyn was his twin -- although in a lot of ways, she was more like Bill personality-wise and Bill and she were clearly the best of friends, Charlie and Carewyn had still been two peas in a pod for a lot of the War. Because they were seen as twin brothers by the Navy, they were often positioned together and ended up supporting each other whenever Bill -- the person they both loved and trusted more than anyone else -- wasn’t around. This whole experience was the first time he’d really been apart from Carewyn since he’d first joined the Navy...and with Bill now married to Jules and the whole world suddenly being against them...Charlie found himself missing his “twin” more than ever.

‘Orion’s not a bad bloke,’ Charlie thought to himself. ‘If Carey really likes him, I’d understand, but...I just don’t want things to change anymore than they already have...’

Becoming estranged from Percy had been hard enough. Knowing that Bill and he would drift apart as his older brother made a life of his own with Jules, and thinking of Carewyn making a life of her own with Orion, while he himself was left on the sidelines...it was a thought Charlie didn’t like wallowing in.

Chia regarded Orion with a more solemn look as she took a seat at her table.

“It would behoove you to take a more complete look at the planets,” she said lowly. “There’s friction growing between Saturn and Uranus.”

Orion’s eyes narrowed, though his expression remained typically serene. Charlie glanced from Orion to Chia.

“...What does that mean?” he asked.

Skye shot him a look as if to warn him to be quiet -- Chia turned her attention to Charlie, her blue eyes boring into him with such intensity that Charlie flinched back a bit despite himself.

“Saturn represents Law -- a rigid structure,” she answered lowly. “Uranus, his father, represents Disorder -- Unpredictability -- Rebellion and Reformation. It suggests that there is to be great upheaval, very soon -- a large shift, the likes of which none of you have seen in your lifetimes.”

Charlie’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Bigger than the War?”

Chia’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“That was a War fought solely for the advancement of a few,” she said, her voice noticeably cool. “However big it felt to you, Charles Weasley, it merely reinforced what was already there, and so it will ultimately be forgotten. Only the ripples of that War -- the ones we feel, in this moment -- will leave any real impact.”

Charlie wanted to ask how Chia knew his name, but Orion spoke before he could.

“Can you tell which planet is rising, of the two?”

Chia glanced up at the model planets over her head pensively. “Right now, no. They’re on a collision course in the night sky, set to eclipse each other...but I can’t say which will fall first...and what will fall here on Earth, in response.”

Chia’s eyes drifted from Orion to Charlie to Jules, narrowing a bit more critically as she considered each of them in turn.

“One thing is for sure, though -- when two such powerful planets meet, it signals the end of an age. Whatever’s born from the ashes of that end may be up to whomever is fortunate enough to survive.”

The group left Chia Dalma’s feeling considerably less comfortable than when they arrived. Despite this, and despite how weirded out he was that she’d known who he was before he’d even told her his name, Charlie had to admit to himself that she didn’t seem as scary as Skye or McNully had made her out to be. She kind of reminded him of the ocean in a way -- mysterious and intimidating, sure, but ultimately something worthy of respect. Even just the way she spoke seemed to hint to her being much older than her face would suggest.

No one in the group had any idea what Chia Dalma could’ve meant when she discussed “an great upheaval” until over a week later. That was the day that the Flying Dutchman arrived on the shores of Tortuga and, without any warning, opened fire.

It was Hell the likes of which even Bill or Charlie had never seen. Cannonballs blasted through buildings, smashing windows and shattering walls. Before long, whole buildings were coming down and crushing people as they fled. Then the Flying Dutchman’s crew came ashore, undead and rotten and crusted over with barnacles and sea-life, as if they’d been swallowed up and spat back out of the sea itself -- and they killed and captured by the hundreds, with both swords and nets.

Then the Captain of the Dutchman himself, his octopus-like face visibly furious as his lobster-like claw clutched at the front of his chest where his heart should be, turned his ire on the settlement itself.

Cutler Beckett wanted him to send the pirates a message, did he? Well, then...he’d send them a message they’d see for miles.

With a click of his claw, Jones conjured up a large, flaming cinder, which he then chucked at the Faithful Bride. In an instant, it was set ablaze...and all of the pirates trying to hide inside the tavern were soon forced to flee and be captured, or burn to death. The fire spread from roof to roof, and soon all of Tortuga was in flames.

In the midst of the chaos, the crews of the Artemis and the Revolution hurried back to their ships, preparing to retreat. As Charlie ran behind Jules and Bill, however, he stopped abruptly when he caught sight of a white-haired figure being shoved around inside the crowd. It was Chia Dalma. She looked like she was trying to push through, but the horde was quickly devolving around her, trapping her in once spot.

Making up his mind very quickly, Charlie darted back the way he came.

“CHARLIE!” cried Bill.

“SET SAIL!” Charlie bellowed back. “I’LL CATCH UP!”

“CHARLIE!” Jules shouted too.

“Wait -- !” 

Was that Orion’s voice? Charlie had never heard him sound tense like that before. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop. He pressed on, unsheathing his sword as he pushed and shoved the other pirates aside.

“Move! Bugger off!”

Finally he was able to make his way over to Chia Dalma, just in time to block a block a blow from a shark-headed sailor’s sword.

“Oi!” he said angrily. “Leave the lady alone, you toothy maggot!”

The two immediately started to fight, until Charlie managed to get the upper hand by slashing at his flipper-like leg and then shoving him back off his feet through the window of a house.

He turned to Chia Dalma.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

The witch’s gaze was just as piercing and guarded as it had been before as she analyzed Charlie’s face.

“Yes,” she said softly.

Charlie offered her a smile, even as more sailors charged at them.

“Stick close to me, all right?” he told her.

“You can’t win against the crew of the Flying Dutchman,” said Chia very gravely.

“Not with that attitude!” said Charlie almost cheekily. Seeing the severe look on her face, he said a little more seriously, “Look, I get that you don’t trust me -- I don’t know you at all either -- but I’m not just going to sit back and watch someone die if I can help it. And if this is the crew of Davy Jones, you’ll die if you stay here.”

The sentiment seemed to cause Chia visible pain. Her eyes abruptly hardened.

“Do not speak with such certainty about Davy Jones,” she said very sharply. “He may be a heartless being now, but that doesn’t make him devoid of conscience, or of feeling.”

Charlie frowned deeply and was prepared to ask Chia what she meant, but before he could, he soon found himself faced with another crew member from the Dutchman with a face covered in barnacles and starfish and had to immediately go on the attack again.

Charlie fought off three other fishy sailors, beating them back as best he could as she tried to steer himself and Chia back toward the docks. But as more time passed, the flames engulfing the nearby buildings only grew. Soot and ash rained from the air, making it harder to breathe by the second.

Charlie struggled to breathe normally as he fought the sailors away from Chia Dalma, but there were just too many of them, and just like with the cursed crew of the Revenge, they didn’t go down easily. Somehow, he managed to steer Chia to the dock, where the Revolution was still floating close by, their anchor already weighed and a ladder dangling off the edge.

“COME ON, CHARLIE!” cried Bill.

Coughing hard, Charlie brought an arm around Chia Dalma, pushing her slightly forward.

“Go on, climb up -- ”

BAM.

All of a sudden, Chia whirled on Charlie, grabbing hold of him and shoving him backward and to the ground just in time to avoid a giant explosion of flames that collided with the dock. The force of the explosion made the ocean water around the island crash, shoving the Revolution back with the force.

“CHARLIE!”

“CHARLIE!”

Charlie could hear both Bill and Jules’s voices as the ship was thrown backward away from the island by a massive, torrential wave. His heart gave a spasm of terror as he stared at the red-hulled ship being tossed like a bath toy in the chaos.

“BILL! JULES!”

Within moments, Charlie and Chia Dalma were surrounded by the Flying Dutchman’s crew. Charlie immediately stood in front of Chia protectively as they were encircled. The witch, for her part, looked disconcerted by the Dutchman’s crew’s appearance, but not in the way that she looked afraid -- if anything, she almost looked deeply troubled.

“There’s reluctance, in their eyes,” she murmured.

Charlie glanced back at her. “Huh?”

Chia’s lips came together seriously. “You know the purpose of the Flying Dutchman?”

“Yeah -- it’s supposed to ferry the dead.”

As Charlie considered this, he realized that this was strange. Why would a crew that was supposed to ferry those lost at sea into the next life be attacking Tortuga?

Chia nodded solemnly. “They’re not here of their own free will. Neither they nor Davy Jones...have come here because they wish to.”

Charlie felt his jaw clench as he stared down the circle of sailors holding up nets and pointing their swords at them as they prepared to capture them.

“Maybe they haven’t, but that doesn’t make them our mates,” he muttered.

Just as it seemed that Charlie was out-numbered, there was a loud rumbling down the street. A whole cart full of barrels were rolling right down the street, right at them.

Chia abruptly grabbed hold of the back of Charlie’s shirt and in an instant, the two had levitated about four feet off the ground, just in time to avoid the throng of barrels knocking over the Dutchman’s crew like nine pins.

As Chia and Charlie slowly returned to the ground, they were joined by another pirate -- a rather striking blonde with emerald-colored eyes. She held a pistol in one hand and her sword in the other as she rolled down the street on one of the barrels, jumping off of it to land on Chia’s other side.

“You both all right?” she asked, as she lifted her leg just enough that she could catch the barrel she’d arrived on with her foot.

“...Aye,” said Charlie after a moment, still a bit in awe about having just been floating in the air like a cloud. “Thanks, uh...?”

“Samantha O’Connell,” she introduced herself quickly.

Charlie blinked. “The Pirate Dragon?”

Both Samantha and he immediately had to duck to avoid a grenade being chucked over at them. It seemed some of the Dutchman’s sailors had recovered from the “barrel attack” and were coming back.

“Look, I’m all for introductions and ‘how-do-you-do’s,’” said Samantha with a wry smile, “but right now, we’d better move!”

Urging Chia in front of her, she then ran down the street away from the dock, Charlie at her heels.

It seemed that the infamous “Pirate Dragon” and Charlie also had a mutual friend in Orion Amari. Despite persuading both crews to “keep to the Pirate Code” (namely, that whoever falls behind is left behind), Samantha nonetheless had enough honor to -- upon seeing Charlie and Chia had been separated from the others -- backtrack enough to make sure they got away too, even if it couldn’t be on the Artemis or Revolution.

“I have my own ketch here at the eastern dock, which I’ll be taking back to my ship,” she explained as they ran. “There are a few others you can choose from, to steer yourself and Ms. Dalma here to Shipwreck Cove -- you’ll be safe there...”

“Shipwreck Cove?” repeated Charlie.

Chia Dalma’s eyes flashed at the name.

“The home of the Brethren Court,” she murmured very icily.

Samantha shot Chia a frown.

“Look, I get it if you don’t like going to another pirate haven, but it’s really the safest place, now. I doubt even Jones himself knows how to get there -- and once all the Pirate Lords assemble, we can come up with a plan to deal with this.”

Samantha immediately boarded the small blue-painted boat, preparing to cast off. Charlie was frowning more deeply than ever in confusion as he jumped aboard a neighboring red-painted ketch.

“There are Pirate Lords?” he asked.

“Of course -- the owners of the seven Pieces of Eight, representing each of the seven seas,” Samantha said logically, as if it were common knowledge. “Or at least six out of the seven -- the Piece of Eight representing the Pacific Ocean was lost after its Lord, Bartholomew Sharp, died...anyway, Orion’s one of the Lords too, so he’ll be able to show your sister-in-law the way and you can meet the rest of your crew there -- ”

Charlie could hear a lot of shouting and pillaging growing louder in the distance. Soon the Flying Dutchman’s crew would be on top of them again --

He quickly threw out a hand, offering it to Chia Dalma. “Come on -- we’d better hurry.”

Chia glanced back in the direction of the flaming city, her blue eyes narrowing. It almost seemed like she was conflicted.

“Listen, Ms. Dalma,” said Samantha sharply, “Jones is under the control of the East India Trading Company and the British Navy.”

Both Charlie and Chia Dalma straightened up abruptly, visibly shocked.

“I overheard Jones say that Beckett’s orders had been to ‘send a message to all pirates.’ That can only mean that Beckett has some leverage over Jones and has impressed him into service. We can’t hope to deal with Jones until we deal with Beckett’s leverage first, and to do that, we have to deal with Beckett.”

Chia once again looked at the flaming buildings, her eyes rippling with emotions Charlie couldn’t read. Then, at last, she closed her eyes, swallowed, and turned to Charlie, taking his hand and boarding the boat.

“See you in Shipwreck Cove!” said Samantha, shooting a bright smile over her shoulder at Charlie. “Good luck!”

Charlie watched her go, before weighing anchor and immediately setting sail with Chia Dalma himself.

The crew of the Flying Dutchman only arrived just in time to see the two ketches already floating off into the distance and out of sight. Chia herself stood at the railing of the boat long after Tortuga had disappeared over the horizon, holding the moon-shaped locket around her neck in her hand. Charlie pulled on the rigging to pull the sail toward the starboard side, glancing over at her with some sympathy.

“You knew Jones...didn’t you?”

Chia glanced back at Charlie, her eyes very unreadable. Then she returned her gaze to the horizon.

Charlie secured the rigging, knotting it tightly.

“...I understand how hard it is, to have to leave someone behind. There’s someone I’ve left behind too -- two people, in fact...who are also probably having to bow to the whims of Cutler Beckett, even if I’m sure they don’t want to...”

The memory of Percy’s pleading face and Carewyn’s stoicism in the face of her heartbreak both rippled over his mind.

“Charlie – don’t do this – think of Mum – think of us – ”

“I want you on a vessel so strong and so fast…that I can never catch up to you again.”

Charlie closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling heavily.

“...Sometimes, though...the only way you can really help them is by leaving them...however hard it is.”

There was a silence. Charlie opened his eyes and headed up to the helm, turning the wheel to help steer the boat through the waves.

While he was piloting the boat, however, he was interrupted by the soft clink. Chia Dalma had placed something on the edge of the deck within Charlie’s reach.

“This is for you, Charles Weasley,” she said.

Charlie blinked and picked it up. It was an old pewter button encrusted with gold and decorated with the icon of an anchor and an intricate cursive “S.”

“Oh, ah...thank you,” said Charlie awkwardly. He turned the button over in his hand. “...What’s the ‘S’ stand for?”

“Sharp,” Chia responded. “Bartholomew Sharp.”

Charlie straightened up. “The Pirate Lord Samantha mentioned?”

Chia inclined her head in a nod. “That is his Piece of Eight. Sharp abandoned his duties as Pirate Lord of the Pacific Ocean long before dying in prison in disgrace, and since then, it has been largely forgotten, by both pirates and honest explorers alike. It’s the last untamed sea, of the seven...”

Her blue eyes bore into Charlie’s face.

“...And now...it will be your responsibility...Pirate Lord Charles Weasley.”

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WIP 07.22.2020

Guess what day it is, guess what day it is WIP WEDNESDAY!!! LOL.  Is anyone else wondering where the heck this week went?  Because I really am.  I’m still a little whipped from working 6 days last week,  but this is what I’ve got going on. 

I’m also planning on redoing my tag list on my fics next week, to see if people want to be on and off and shifted around, If anyone wants to be officially perma-tagged as when I started this blog I didn’t know what TF that meant.  LOL.  Also if you are interested in my Ellie Fic,  Chapter 1 is done, so if you would like a tag on that please let me know,  I posted a little more below as a teaser.  

I totally worked on these in the wrong order as inspiration struck me, so the fic I have finished, is the one I for real started last.  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.  Because in my mind that made perfect sense.  Blame it on the alcohol yo.

I am leading first with Pop’s Place, as this is the one that surprised some people ALOT with what Liam told Mia about Drake’s relationship he’s still currently in.... apparently.... 

First up: 

Mom’s Birthday

Pop’s Place Chapter 7

*still in the writing process*

"Did you show her the pictures?"

"You were right she didn't even look through them all. If she did she would have realized they were from last year."

"And how did she take it?"

"It really hurt her feelings. I wasn't planning on her crying.  We shouldn't have done this Mollie."

"Oh good grief Liam, don't be a baby and get a conscience now. You’re gonna reap all the benefits, if you play your cards right. The way he broke up with me here, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!!!! Neville even thought it was funny.  Drake has it coming.  Where are you?"

"I'm at her place. She went to get us some drinks."

"He was going to ask her to be his girlfriend, when he got home you know.  From the vibe I got, he was pretty sure Mia would have said yes. So you're welcome."

"Thank you Mollie."

"You know we wouldn't have been able to do this to him, if he cared about social media. I'm surprised he even has his cell phone, not that it's working. He's going to walk into a shit show when he gets back.  So if you want to make her yours, you better move fast."

"I'm invited to her Mom's birthday party."

"Get you some!"

"I intend to."

"Damn, she's in for a treat, you're great in bed you know, Liam Rys."

"Oh I know."

Liam quickly put his phone away when Mia came back out of  the house with their favorite apple juice.

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The Fight Within

Fast Forward Chapter 12

*still in the writing process*

 Are you happy with the way your life has turned out?"

"Yes My Love. I love you, and our children more than life." He gently touched her stomach. I can't wait to meet our second little girl."

She placed her hand on his. "Can we talk about children?"

"Of course."

"This is going to be our last baby Liam, I don't want any more children."

"Riley why? You are an excellent mother."

"I feel like my attention is so divided."

"Well I know we were both against having a nanny, maybe that would help."

"It won't because, I don't want any more children. We will have two babies in diapers again. Two breastfeeding again. Do you know how tiring it is? Especially when none of them start out wanting to take a bottle? And don't look at me like that Liam, you have always been helpful there. Diaper changes, nightly cuddles and snuggles,  but sometimes babies just want Mommy. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had more than 2 consecutive nights of more than 4 hours of constant sleep? After I give birth, I am going to get a tubal ligation or you're gonna get snipped.  And I can already tell by the look on your face Liam, you don't want it to be you."

"Riley, I carry the royal bloodline of Cordonia."

"So do our children.  When this child is born, I will have given you four heirs Liam."

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Chapter 1: Crown Princess Blues

Ellie (Ali) Rys: Hartfeld University Student

*finished*

She wondered how Nic was going to take the news.  

She walked out of the palace down the walkway to the practice arena.   That is where the Junior Guards were practicing. Being a Junior Guard was a stepping stone to get into the King’s Guard Academy, which Nicolai was planning on doing to follow in his father’s footsteps.  

She always went on Tuesdays when Nico, her mother’s guard, was training them.  

“Your Highness,” he greeted her when she walked in.  

“I wanted to see our future guards in action, that will help defend The Crown someday.”  

“We live to serve The Crown!”  The group chanted, bowing to Crown Princess Ellie.  

She nodded in return.  

“As you were.”  He saw Ellie’s eyes find Nic’s from across the room.  A large smile quickly crossed his face.   He could tell by Ellie’s eyes, which were Riley’s beautiful eyes, she was smiling too, but her mannerisms were just like her father’s.  King Liam had taught her to hide her true feelings very well. But Ellie’s eyes were her mother’s, and they were a dead giveaway.  

Nico immediately saw how his son Nic’s demeanor had changed, and the bright pink flush that was on his face.

After watching them spar for about 30 minutes,  He decided to get them a break, which gave Nic a little time to talk to Ellie.  They quickly disappeared into a secluded alcove.  Nic couldn’t wait to kiss Ellie as soon as he knew it was safe. She ran her fingers through Nic’s hair as she kissed him.  Their kiss was so brief.  Nic leaned in again.

Ellie pecked his lips again softly.  “Save some for later,”  she smiled at him.  

“There’s something I need to tell you. I picked a University.”  

“That’s great Ellie.  Let me guess where.”  

Ellie noticed Nic’s smile start to fade after time after time she said no.

“Ellie where are you going to university?”

“To America,  Hartfeld University.”

The color drained from Nic’s face.  “Break’s over, I have to get back.”  

He didn’t even kiss Ellie goodbye, he just walked away.   He walked away quickly because he didn’t want Ellie to see him cry.

“Nicolai, wait!” Ellie called after him, but Nic walked even faster.  Ellie sighed walking back in the direction towards the palace.      

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At Long Last

150 followers fanfic Giveaway

*still in writing process*

“Are you ready for bed my Love.”  

“Yes, I will be in a few minutes.”  Riley kissed Liam’s lips.  

“Excuse me?”  Jason said.

“We’re getting ready to go to sleep.”  Liam said, he tried to keep his voice level, as he didn’t know what Jason Brooks was getting at.

“Not in the same bed with my daughter you’re not.”  

Liam let out a surprised laugh.  He immediately felt Riley hit his arm.

“You’re serious.”  

“Yes the hell I am.  She’s not your wife yet, you’re not sharing a bed with her as long as I’m under this roof.”

“Dad this is his palace.”

“Jason you have lost your mind. Siri what are Cordonian jails like?”      

“I don’t give a flying fuck.  You’re not married to him yet Jelly Bean, and I want to keep your virtue intact.”  

Riley thought of all the things she had done with Liam… Yep… that virtue has been gone a long time ago.

She watched Liam and her father stare each other down.

Liam’s ears turned bright red, as he turned to Riley.  “My love.  I will have some things moved to your old suitor room.  I  will see to it that it is properly cleaned for you in the morning.”

Liam watched as Riley gathered some of her things, to take to the other room.

He slipped his arms around Riley’s waist.  “Maybe I can sneak down the hall and spend the night with you instead.”  

“Don’t even think about it, I’m a light sleeper.  Do you need any help with your things Jelly?”  

“I got it Dad.”

She settled in her room.   Liam sent her a selfie from the bed with him pointing to her side of the bed, where Chance was curled up.  “We miss you Love.”  

“Still want to marry me?”  

“Of course… but your dad is quite the character.”

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The Indescretions of the Father

Heroes and Villains Chapter 7

*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* earlier that day *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*

“Love you look upset, what's wrong?”

“Your father…”

“I know I was supposed to be at your confessional and at the last possible second he told me I would not be attending and it would be him instead.”

“That’s not what.. Your father said some really inappropriate things to me.”

“Like what?”  

She went over the things Constantine had said during the confessional about her body and lust.

“My father would never talk to a woman like that.  You have to be taking what he’s saying out of context Riley.  I know you are still upset about the task Riley.  I am too….”

“Are you saying you don’t believe me Liam?”

“No that’s not at all what i’m saying Love.  If you would just cal.…..”

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down Liam Rys!!!!!!!  Your father is disgusting, and talked about you and me together, and he stared at me like I was a piece of ass Liam.”  

“Riley please….”  

“You know what, don’t bother coming by the next couple of nights, I don’t think my schedule can accommodate you this week anyway.”

Liam watched Riley walk away slamming the door behind him.

“He didn’t believe you Riley? How could he not believe you?  I’ve seen the way Constantine stares at you when he knows Liam isn’t looking. King Constantine is a dog.”  

“So you believe me?”

He stroked Riley’s cheek gently kissing her lips.

“Of course I believe you Riley.  I know you wouldn’t be this upset if it didn’t happen.  Prince Liam can’t see who his father truly is because he’s too close.  I’m sorry he hurt you.”

He hugged Riley.

“I know a place that makes the best american cheese burgers and chocolate milk shakes.  Go put your sweat pants on girl, we’re gonna go there and eat until our stomachs are full and happy.”  

“No Greek tonight then?”

“You can have some Greek Meat if you would like later.”

Riley laughed.

“That was dirty Nico.”  

“Yet you’re still laughing.”

Still in the pipeline:  Life of Riley:  Beach Vacation:  It’s in my brain,  just nothing concrete typed out yet.  

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What are you guys working on @burnsoslow @loveellamae @dcbbw @queenjilian @indiacater @hopefulmoonobject @bbrandy2002

Tagging some peeps that really expressed interest or had some very strong responses from the previous chapters of these. @hopelessromanticmonie  @atha68​ @queenwalton​ @debramcg1106 @axwalker @kingliam2019 @kimmiedoo5 @texaskitten30 @sanchita012 @mom2000aggie @gabesmommie1130 @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @marshmallowsandfire @jared2612 @cordonia-gothqueen @batgirlassociationofgothamcity @losingbraincellseveryday @mrsdrakewalkerblog @sadlibrahours @cordonianroyalty @blueaster-blog1@choicesficwriterscreations

[xxisxxisxxis]

Preview: Shining Star [Axl Rose x OC]

A/N: I told yall I would eventually start this and now I actually am:) If you don't know who tf I am I write Gateway Drug which is a Nikki Sixx x OC story, and the OC in that story, Vivian, is best friends with the OC in this story, Tansy.

There's A LOT of information on Tansy in that story if you want to scroll through, but if not, don't worry I'm going to make sure I explain it enough where it's not one of those "you have to read one story in order to understand another one" type deals.

Also, this story will contain a plethora of triggers, major, major ones. I'm not ever going to write in detail in terms of sexual assault but there is some dark stuff in this story for a while, but it does get lighter. I'll have warnings before every chapter though.

Tag List: @sparxx27 @redlipscrystalskies14

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"But he fell in love with her fucked up ways

With her drunken days, yeah, he still stayed

Yeah, he fell in love with her twisted dreams

And all in between, and he'd still sing

'Baby, you're a shining star

I like you just like you are

You know you'll always be my baby, don't cry

You know your crazy doesn't phase me, no lie

'Cause, baby, you're a shining star

I like you just like you are' " — Bebe Rexha, Shining Star

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1988

My ankles nearly roll on each other as I step out of the venue, stumbling in my heels, my heart beat seeming to thump to the rhythm of Lindsey Buckingham's "Trouble" that I can already tell is rattling the speakers of the car I'm being herded to by security.

My sunglasses stay perched on my nose, shielding my light-sensitive eyes from the prying flashes of reporters, reaching hands that are out to get a touch of me from fans, and I zone out the yells and screams of my name and begging to give someone somewhere attention.

The car door is slammed behind me once I get inside the limo and let out a breath of relief, glancing at my company.

I don't even speak, taking my jacket off and reaching into my purse to grab the loaded syringe.

"Axl said you should let up on that stuff, Tans." Steven's slurred voice erupts in my ears, his head leaned back with his own pair of sunglasses guarding his eyes. "Nikki just died, like, two weeks ago."

"Last time, Popcorn, I promise." I lie, wrapping the chain of the crucifix I received for Christmas from my best friend, Vivian, around my arm tightly to act as an aid to let me see my stripped veins better.

I wait until we're stopped at a red light with plenty of lighting from the building's around us to help me see better.

The sting of the needle is temporary before peace consumes me, and I'm collapsing.

I nearly died that night.

It was a couple days into the New Year, and ironically enough I had promised my boyfriend that I’d get sober as a New Years resolution.

I didn’t mean it.

If I had meant it, Steven Adler wouldn’t have been attempting to keep a close friend of his alive for the second time in the last ten days.

At that point I had more money than I knew what to do with, an apartment in New York, a mansion in L.A., a gigantic beach house on Tybee Island, two Ferraris, a Porsche, and a Harley Davidson and I didn’t even know how the hell to drive any of it, a new boyfriend that treated me better than anyone else I had been with had, and was already wanting to marry me, yet I was still so fucking unhappy.

I was ungrateful.

My addiction had nothing to do with being bored and partying to pass the time and then slipping in to something more serious.

I started on coke to lose weight after being told one-hundred and twenty-five pounds only meant I needed to lose an extra fifteen, started drinking heavily to calm myself down before every shoot, then when I started getting molested at least once a month by people in charge of me at my agency and photographers, alcohol no longer did the trick and I started on heroin and anything else that would numb the self-loathing and guilt I had for bringing all of it on to myself by being a sex symbol and never telling anyone “no.”

My issues started as a way of coping with what I did to earn money, and that’s how it ended.

1977

The dim light of the overpowering cinnamon smelling candle dances off the lilac color of my bedroom walls as my stomach nearly bursts from the amount of butterflies multiplying inside of it.

I watch the clock intently, my sweaty palms wiping at my freshly washed sheets as I examine the light purple lingerie I bought with babysitting money.

Hearing a car pull into my driveway, I peek out the window to see Vince get out, carrying a vinyl record enveloped in its skin, and I rub my lips together and give myself a small pep talk.

"Alright, Tans. You got this." I whisper, resting on my knees on the bed, waiting for him to open my door.

When he does, he sees me and looks like he's about to pass out.

"W-what's wrong?" I ask him, softly, and he blinks at me.

"You look great." He replies with a genuine smile, taking his jacket off.

"Thank you." I reply, smiling a little, tucking a blonde hair behind my ear.

"So, uh..." he nervously grins, his finger tips gliding over my thigh as he leans over me. "...Are you sure this time or not?" He asks and I look at him.

Am I, really?

We've been together a couple months and everytime we get closer and closer to homebase, I insist I'm not ready, and I can tell he's getting tired of waiting because everytime we have to stop he's rolling his eyes and getting agitated over it--which I don't know what else to expect from a Junior in high school.

"Y-Yes." I fumble out, nodding a little.

He smirks, kissing me for a second, then another.

Just as he starts unbuckling his belt, I'm stopping him.

"What is it, Tans?" He asks, the fear in his voice at the chance of me stopping him, yet again, is evident.

"I was gonna put some music on." I giggle against his lips, kissing them sweetly and relief comes off of him in heavy waves.

"Oh, yeah, go ahead." He nods, kissing my cheek.

I get up and step past him to my record player, starting up "I'll Never Love This Way Again" by Dionne Warwick.

Before I can turn back around, he's pulling me into his bare chest, pulling my hair over my shoulder, his fingers lightly brushing down my arms as his lips press into my neck.

"Let me make one slight adjustment." He whispers in my ear and I look at him over my shoulder, nodding slightly.

He's changing out the record in the player in the speed of light and suddenly "Black Dog" by Led Zepplin starts up, and he turns the volume up so it's blaring.

My face slowly falls in disappointment and I realize this is not about to be like I pictured it.

[langdvnshepherd]

Headcanons: Jim Mason as a dad (Jim Mason x fem!reader) 

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: dad!Jim, pregnancy, drug mentions, mentions of smut, this is basically all fluff I couldn’t be mean to sweet Jimmy

A/N: I am back with more dad! content and honestly I am thriving. Anything that gives Jim the happy ending he deserves is the move. As always, send me feedback and let me know what else you wanna see!

Jim is the one that first brings up having a baby

You ditched Palos Verdes as soon as you graduated and had enough money to get an apartment

He became a completely different person, a happier person

You guys lived pretty lowkey and just minded your business tbh

Medina occasionally dropped in for a night or two, but you were alone with each other most days

Jim didn’t mind it being just the two of you, it was what he preferred actually

You’d held him through so many bad nights, and he couldn’t picture you not being with him for the rest of his life

Everything was peaceful, unlike how it was in PV with Jim’s parents and the Bay Boys

It didn’t seem possible, but spending the past several years away from the chaos made you both fall even more in love with each other

Jim felt like he had missed out on being truly happy because of the drugs, so he was making up for lost time by simply enjoying the little things in life with you

Maybe you’ve went to the beach so Jim could surf and you set up your towels next to a young family that had a small toddler with pudgy hands that looked like a spitting image of their parents

He sees how happy they are and how cute their baby is and thinks about how he could potentially have that with you one day

The little baby is so cheery and excited and Jim is obsessed

The baby runs up to you with one of their shovels and tries to scoop sand into your lap and you play along with them and help them build a sand castle

It makes Jim’s heart go SWOOSH

The way you effortlessly welcomed the baby into your care made Jim absolutely positive that you would be the best mom

When he finally builds up the nerve to talk to you about it he’s really straight forward

Tells you exactly what he wants and why

Your heart melts at his speech and you think about how far along Jim has come since overdosing on the beach so many years ago

He really wanted to be even more happy than he already was, and a baby would do that for him

It doesn’t even take any convincing on his part whatsoever

Just the idea of a mini-Jim with blue eyes running around your house made you weak

Plus, who are you to deny Jim of something you know who make both of you so content?

Jim definitely cries when he finds out you’re finally pregnant

Dad mode is immediately kicked into full gear

He doesn’t let you do hardly anything by yourself

You have to tell him to let you breathe sometimes, reminding him that you’re pregnant, not injured

He reads stories to your belly and always falls asleep in your lap at night

He wants to make sure that the baby knows his voice when they’re born

You know for a FACT he buys a newborn sized denim jacket so they can match

I think his hipster ass would also buy those little baby onsies that have band names on them too

Buys every stuffed animal in the goddamn world

For the sake of giving Jim everything he deserves, I’d say your pregnancy was relatively easy

No scares or problems really

It was Jim that endured the struggling

He thought there was no way that he would ever feel down knowing that he had a baby on the way

But he slowly grew sick to his stomach that he was going to fuck it up somehow

He was convinced that eventually he’d relapse, or his bottled up aggression would resurface

He’d fuck up his kid’s life and yours with his own problems, ruining everything

Causing you to pack up and leave, and his happy ending would fall apart

It took a lot to talk him down, but you managed

That night, you’d held him as close as your giant bump would allow and rubbed circles on his back until he fell asleep with his head buried in your hair

I picture Jim’s first born being a son, one that looks just like him

Blue eyes and chocolate brown hair

 Is a super soft and gentle boy that loves being close to his mom and dad as much as possible

A son also acts as another step in Jim’s healing process to see himself in his little boy and do everything he can to make sure their life is perfect

We all know that Jim does not stop crying when he finally holds his baby for the first time

He whispers softly to them over and over that he promises that he’ll never let them be exposed to the ugliness that he had been through

Jim is obsessed with everything that has to do with his baby

His sneezes? Adorable

His little toes? The cutest

His tiny butt?  Don’t even get him started

He loves taking care of him, but he really loves watching how the two of you bond

Little bubba laying on your chest while you both take a nap after a feeding? He can’t stop staring

Those are his two favorite people in the world that he’d do absolutely anything for if they asked

Jim is literally his baby’s biggest cheerleader

They learn how to hold up their head or sit up on their own or hold their bottle? He’s clapping and telling them, “Good job! I’m so proud of you!” While aggressively giving him smooches on the face

He knows they have no idea what the fuck he’s saying, but it makes the baby smile so he does it anyway

Let’s just say, Jim’s baby grows up to be a chunker

Like...a fat ass little baby with leg rolls and arm rolls and the squishiest cheeks you’ve ever seen

Jim loves to tickle their belly and do anything he possibly can to get them giggling uncontrollably

Squishy cheeks = slobbery baby that loves to put everything in his mouth

Jim’s nose, your cell phone, the corner of the coffee table, his fat little feet, the leash of Jim’s surfboard that’s propped against the wall? It’s free real estate for him to put it directly inside of his mouth

Since he’s so damn chubby, the little kid is like a portable space heater because of his rolls making him so warm

He also LOVES to cuddle with Jim

They are both Big Sleepy Boys so you can always find the two of them taking a nap together whenever they’ve gone missing in the house for a bit or their laughter had died down

His favorite spot is laying on Jim’s chest with you tucked under Jim’s arm so you can stick your hand out and he can wrap his tiny hand around your finger and conk tf out while you brush your thumb across his knuckles soothingly

Jim never wants to put him down, and you know he’s lowkey sad when his baby starts to walk and doesn’t need him to carry him around everywhere

He starts calling you ‘mama’ because he thinks it suits you and it always makes you blush

“Come here and let me love on you, mama.”

“You’re such a good mama.”

He mutters it into your neck during sex when you’re both exhausted and taking your time and it just feels so good

Let’s not waste anymore time and say that Jim is counting down the days until he can take his bubba to the beach and let him see the ocean

Knowing babies, your son probably freaks out when the tide comes up around his feet

Does the thing where he kicks his feet up while Jim is holding his hands so he can stand without falling and immediately gets scared and throws a fit

His crying makes Jim freak the fuck out because he never even considered the fact that his child of all people would hate the water

You have to tell him that he probably just didn’t like the cold and that he’d get used it eventually

And eventually that fat ass little baby does!!

He loooooves crawling around in the sand and trying to eat it

He also loves watching Jim surf

You point Jim out to him when he’s out catching a wave and clap his hands together with yours when he rides in on the shore and eventually

“Look at papa!! He did it!”

He keeps chanting, “Papa! Papa! Papa!” When Jim waves at you two from out in the water

There’s an old man that owns the ice cream shack on the beach where you guys have been going to ever since you moved there

He always told you guys that you two were the sweetest couple he’d ever seen on this beach

He also absolutely loses it whenever he sees you with your baby in tow

He’s been watching you guys grow older together and now you have a baby and he is your number one fan

He always gives you a free popsicle for the baby and squeezes his cheeks whenever you guys visit the shack

He also really loves watching how happy the baby gets when he sees the sugary treat

By the end of the afternoon the three of you are sitting on your blanket relaxing and digesting your lunch

Jim is burying your baby’s legs in the sand and savoring his little squeals as he does so

Soon he starts rubbing his eyes and you know that means he’s tired

He stands up out from the sand and crawls into Jim’s lap and wraps his arms around Jim’s neck

Jim lays back and lets him take a lil nap on his chest since he was so exhausted from chasing seagulls and dogs all day

You pack up and have a peaceful drive home, all three of you are drained by now and too tired to say anything

Jim rests his hand on the inside of your thigh and rubs his leg with his thumb absentmindedly as your son is in the backseat snuggling with his favorite stuffed monkey Jim had bought him before he was born

Once you get home, the baby immediately goes back to sleep in his crib and you and Jim collapse into the bed after a quick rinse in the shower

He buries his head in your hair and gets comfortable with his arms around your waist

Mumbles something into your ear and you ask him to speak up

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything.”

For staying with him, for loving him when it seemed like no one else did, for leaving PV for him, for giving him the most precious boy in the world, for making him truly happy when he didn’t think he ever could be

You give his arms a little squeeze, silently letting him know what he meant adn you both fall asleep peacefully

Imma tag the fellow dad!Jim thots I can think of and that’s it alright have a good day

@langdonsoceaneyes @thedeviltohisangel

[mfackenthal]

The MFackenthal Show and @maxattack-powell!

banner by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Hello all!  Welcome back to the MFackenthal Show!  I am so glad that you are here today.  If you’re new to the show, I encourage you to go here to find past episodes.  There are only a few.

The MFackenthal Show has officially been green lit for more episodes!  We used to only be able to afford to run the show every once in a while, but the people have spoken - they want to see the show more often!  The funding came through and we hope to give the people what they want!  Do you want to be on the show?  Do you have someone that you want to see on the show?  If so - reblog or comment or send a message to let MFackenthal know!  We’ll see what we can do!  We have this show and two others lined up for you!

I could not be more excited to bring you this next guest.  She has been with the fandom for quite a while.  She was one of the first people I started communicating with on a regular basis.  She has talked me up, supported me from the beginning and though she hasn’t written much lately - when she does drop a chapter - it’s long and it’s worth it!  Please welcome to the stage @maxattack-powell!!!!!  (Insert Cheering here!)

(Megs greets Max with a hug - which means that Megs essentially runs and leaps into Max’s arms.  Max is fairly tall and Megs is barely 5′3″) 

Megs:  Max, I am so happy that you are here!  Can you believe that you’re here today?

Max:  Haha, yes - I can.  But I am honored to be here.

Megs:  Max, sit with me.  For those in the audience who may not know you, tell us about when and why you joined the fandom.

Max: Yanno, I always made my best guess at this before, but I knew you were going to ask me this - so I looked it up.  Did you know that now there’s this Official Tumblr blog called @memories, and it knows down to the minute when someone joined? Let me go check it… *digs through the blogs posts* Okay, it was apparently 07/31/2017 at 1:17:15 PM, which means it must have been on the weekend because of the time of day haha.

As for why ... hmm, well… I found the Choices app one day, when it only had like… three series I think! Anyone else remember that time? 

Megs:  I do!  Because I was playing Hollywood University I think I downloaded choices the day the app came out.

Max: Awh!  Well, I fell in love with The Freshman Series. Mostly because of Chris Powell and Zack Zilberg, and a long time ago I was in another fandom that had tons of fan fiction/art… so I googled “Choices Chris Powell” and any other combination I could think of looking for possible fanfiction. The fandom was almost non existent at the time. There was actually one person, who has long since left the fandom due to fandom dramas - we all know the kinds I’m talking about - but a few others had started posting their works as well… and I got hooked. Eventually I felt the bug to write how I felt TF should play out as well, and here I am *looks back at the “joined tumblr timestamp”* uhh… 20ish months ago!  Haha!!

Megs:  LOL, when you put it that way it doesn’t sound like that long ago ... lets call a spade a spade - that was almost 2 years ago!  That’s amazing!  You have to have seen so much in this fandom!  What is it that keeps you around?

Max: There are so many awesome people in this fandom, in this world we’ve all created for our pixelated loves lol. Soooo many creative minds to follow and enjoy. The content people share, original or repost… it’s great. 

... Unfortunately it is also a double edge sword ... the drama, the jealousy, the rumors, the hate, etc. I’ve sadly seen far too much and it comes in so many forms… it’s unnecessary.

Megs:  I couldn’t agree more!  If you could tell the fandom one thing - what would it be?

Max: It would be that we’re all here because we want to have a good time. No one came here to get ridiculed, to be scrutinized or chastised for their opinions, their likes or dislikes. Real life has enough of that going on. We are all individuals - if you want to be treated nicely, fairly, etc. you must also do the same to others. There is no reason someone must agree with you or anyone else. Live and let live. Embrace our differences as it makes us who we are. Most of the issues I see stem from a simple difference in opinion. That is ridiculous. Everyone’s entitled to their own thoughts. We must build each other up, not tear one another down. No one here owes anyone anything, now go have some fun.

(The room stands up in applause!)

Megs:  You should definitely stand up and take a bow, Max! 

(Max does just as Megs suggests - but she also makes Megs stand up and do the same. Laughing, they both sit back down.)

Awh, Max ... okay, let’s get back to you.  We know that you’d fight anyone for the position of The Chris Powell Appreciation/Fan Club.  And for those who don’t know, Max has been retelling the full The Freshman series, interweaving dialogue and plot from PB but also adding much of her own content.  MC and Chris get a backstory.  Chris gets best friends from back home.  What is your favorite piece that you have written?

Max: Oh geez hahaha. Um… can I just say The Freshman Chronicles as a whole? I’ve written for different fandoms, and I have original WIPs but I’ll stick to the Choices fandom for this answer. I’ve put a lot of time into TFC. Tons of additional story work, research on characters and their backgrounds, PBs and my own OCs. You should see my file folder setup haha. It’s crazy… I have so many docs, pictures and gifs. Most organized by location (Hartfeld, Boston, New Haven, Cherryfield, etc.), then by character… and on some I get more detailed and split them by emotion and situation.

Megs: By what again?

Max:  Emotion and Situation ... Yeah. I warned you it was crazy! *laughs* TFC was the reason I joined tumblr really. Instead of staying a Nonny and only reading others posted works. I wanted to comment, like and reblog what I enjoyed, while I also worked on my own contribution to the fandom. I had a vision for Chris and MC that had more than the game could give, and I wanted to see if i was still any good at writing since it had been years and years… it’s funny to see how different my current posts are from my first over a year ago. Makes me want to go update a few because they could use a little help *awkward laugh*

Megs:  I’m sure we can all relate to that!  Hmmm ... I’m starting to get a feel for this, I think, but what is your writing process?

Max:  Lots of planning, mostly in my head. When I feel like I have a decent concept I might type out some notes or work it into my outline (another crazy thing I have going for TFC because it’s so big haha). But usually, once I hatch out a basic plan on where I’m going… I just start typing. Keeping the general plot and main points I want to hit in mind, I simply start typing… keeping it as organic as possible. It usually works out well. 

Megs:  Do you have any advice for other writers?

Max: First, and most importantly… do it because you enjoy it. Don’t do it for likes, reblogs, popularity, etc. If you’re having a good time dreaming things up and typing them out, that’s what’s important. The rest is just an extra bonus. Also, don’t give up. It’s easy to become discouraged, frustrated, distracted and more… but remember - your creative cells can’t be running all the time. They need to rest just like your body. Take breaks… go read, play games, hang out with friends/family, watch a movie… whatever. Just do something to help you relax, to reset and you’ll very probably find inspiration and/or motivation to continue. Remember, this is for fun. *wink and finger guns*

Megs: So what do you do for fun?

Max: I actually have a few things I do regularly. A big one is making costumes/props for conventions, small productions, etc. I also train and show horses. I do the same with my dogs, but more for competitions and not really any shows. I’ve always drawn, sculpted, painted since I was old enough to hold things with my hands… and about a year ago I started learning how to do it digitally as well. I run (not at all for fun haha) and play hockey (totally for fun), follow comics and watch anime. I've restored houses, cars and old furniture. I like to read as much as I can - that’s an important one. I also play video games. Something I’ve done since I was young… I've even competed, and won, a few gaming tournaments.

Megs:  You don’t know how to be bored do you?

Max: LOL, Megs.  Yeah, um, so there’s a “few” *makes air quotes* of my never ending list of interests haha. Gives me a lot to talk about with people, eh?

Megs: Not that I can understand how you’d have time for this ... but what do you do to help pay for your many activities?

Max:  Oh like, my job? Well that can be a simple answer… like “I work in software” but the more interesting way to say it is I use my MBA, experience in business, the financial industry and technology to improve and stabilize my customers environment through technological solutions that fit their specific needs. *presses lips together* I solve problems by designing solutions. Bored yet? Hahaha.

Megs:  No!  That sounds wonderful!  Who doesn’t want their stuff to be designed better?  Any chance you could start working for tumblr?  Some of us have a few complaints ... tags ... mobile losing our work ...

Max:  I’m not sure they could pay me enough to help them with all of their problems!  But, tumblr, feel free to send me an offer!

Megs:  Seriously - send her a 6 figure offer!

Max:  Okay, Megs, well now I have a question for you.

Megs: Uhhhh, Max, that’s not exactly how this is supposed to go. 

Max:  Yeah, don’t care.  Your fans need to know ... Hoooow do you find the time to read and review so much?! And I know that’s just in this fandom.  I know you read books and you may read for other fandoms!?  Seriously, it’s awesome. We need to clock your page flipping speed haha.

Megs:  *blushes* Oh my gosh, you have to stop!  Here’s the key to how I do it ... I wake up at 5:30am and read for about 30 minutes.  Then I workout and start my day.  I read in line at the grocery stores.  I read on my breaks at work. 

Max:  Oh my gosh - you’re such a nerd and I love that!  Okay, nerd, what is your favorite thing to do, besides reading all the things of course?

Megs: This show, of course!  And, of course, getting people to do silly things on this show with me.  For instance - with as athletic as you are, I hear you can’t jump? 

Max:  Megs, shhhhh.  You told me you weren’t going to bring that up.

Megs:  I did no such thing! (Meg says while laughing) I said I might not bring it up.

Max:  Uh huh.

(Kris Kross’s “Jump” starts playing in the studio)

Megs:  Come on - show me what you’ve got! 

(Megs starts “singing” along and jumping along with the song. Max stays seated.  Megs finally pulls Max up into a standing position. Max plays along and “jumps” next to Megs - getting no air at all.)

Oh, come on Max - put some real strength in to it.  Jump! Jump! Jump!

(Max jumps and gets the smallest amount of air time.)

Max:  *laughing* Megs - I’m tall!  I don’t need to jump to reach things!

Megs:  *laughing* That must be nice.  I got good at this type of jumping because I had to learn to jump up and gently grab things from the grocery so I didn’t knock everything down.

*continuing to jump around the audience - getting everyone to join her* And that’s all for the show today today, folks!  Thank you for watching!!  Have a great night!

[natsspammityspamspamham]

Dino Rant (Nov 27 + Other Side Tales)

My siblings are currently mad at me. Here’s what went down. Tagging: @akaskira​ @ce-la​ @caratheillustrious​ Who are all practically my spiritual online older sister/sage advice givers and @lizard-in-the-rain​ who can be an idiot along with me.

For context:  Ate = Sister Kuya = Brother * My dad and I have a rocky past because he’s very old-fashioned, hasn’t been always supportive about my mental health, and is really old and out of date (especially about LGBTQ, feminism, HK protests, etc.) * My sister also has a rocky past with me but has since calmed down a little thanks to old age (she’s 23) * My brother is constantly busy with school (and stressed), is still mourning his breakup after a few months which continues to salt his wounds (not because his ex is crappy but she’s really nice. He’s having a bit of trouble still.), and is a very sensitive person (more sensitive than my sister)

Further in, you can see what happened at the orchestra concert on Saturday. For context, you can check out a previous rant.

Me: Dad got some bad oil burns. I was in the family room as he was yelling “[MOM NAME x 3] WHAT DO I DO WITH OIL BURNS?” Mom was upstairs and didn’t hear They are kinda big He’s upset

Ate: What the why didn't you help him call mom???? did you??? yike oil burns are no joke bc they hurt for longer bc water just steams away but oil sticks and keeps burning and the scars are worse

Me: Uh... I was scrolling on tumblr? I don’t know. I thought he already put ice.

Ate: smh

Me: But looking back, I heard the water running for less than a minute.

Ate: LOL

Me: And never heard the freezer open

Ate: water won't help unless you use soap anyways

Me: So I thought he did that but he was really just yelling for mom He didn’t even ice it. He said he ran some water over it.

Ate: make sure you help if someone yells for help next time even if you think it's handled bc if a person is panicking/in pain they're likely not thinking straight to help themselves speaking from experience

Me: Mom tried to give him advice now and he just walked away going “uh huh”

Ate: even I know to put my hand under cold running water and ice it but I've definitely not done that when I've burnt myself before I would be pretty choked too if there were 2 other people in the house and neither of them came to help me when I got oil burns

Me: Mom was upstairs and couldn’t hear. I thought he was crying wolf as usual.He yells for mom around three times on a daily basis

Ate: fair but fr next time take the 5 seconds to check bc sometimes bad things happenesp if all you hear is a thud

Me: “[Mom Name x 3 again] I CANT FIND THE [blank]!!!” Mom: it’s been in the same spot for over a decade. Look with your eyes.

Me: Mom does that once every other day (has a big thud) usually because something broke. When I heard the yell this time, I thought it was because he knocked something over. Dad is always yelling He even asked mom how to make the rice And didn’t make it because she didn’t answer fast enough Dad is a drama queen. That’s where we all get it from.

Ate: I mean

Kuya: Tf is this situation How can you ignore someone in need of help Regardless of who it is Doesn't it hurt to see someone suffering

Me: I didn’t see anything

Kuya: Unless you hold extreme animosity Like they killed your mom or something I have to hand something in by 10 But I find this quite upsetting

Me: I didn’t see anything, and the last thing he yelled was an oil burn, and the only advice I had was water and ice which I thought he already did.

Me (in response to animosity): Not extreme, but living with him with only me as the child has screwed a lot of things up.It has taken a toll on my sympathy for people (or whatever is left)

Ate: Same but he's still our dad?

Me: Eh, I honestly thought it was a small thing until I saw it.

Ate: I have only shreds of respect for him left but idk if I would go as far as to just overlook "oil burn" and figure "oh, I can't help so I'll ignore him" like that's a lil funny

Me: Again, when someone is constantly yelling, there’s a point where you don’t listen fully to what they’re saying. It only registered later that his burns might actually be serious and more than putting your fingertip on a hot pan. I also have little sympathy due to how he’s treated me during my past situations so honestly, I’ve little tolerance.

Afterwards, my mom called my sister who was absolutely hysterical and screaming on the other line to the point where my mom had to pull the phone away from her ear.

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Some Stupid Orchestra Stories:

Things I have said to my orchestra cohorts that might’ve scared them:

*sees me bump my instrument* Trumpet: Ouch Me (walking away): Snitches get stitches and end up in ditches, and dead men tell no tales. Doug: What?

*sees me bump my bow* Doug: Ouch Me (tired because I was just excluded from the conversation today because no one would listen to what I had to say): I’m going to stab you Doug: Pat, protect me!

Me: *tells anything about school* Everyone: MAJOR CONCERN (Examples: Kid said that this guy could have sex with his friend before she turned 21 by slipping a drug into her drink, kid saying he was going to hit a girl with a metal bar from the desk, kids smoking out back, kids make noise downstairs which causes the room I work in to shake, kids throwing stuff out car windows, kids brawling, my science teacher from regular school failing me for practically no reason)

More of an annoying incident from me: Hannah: Who’re you messaging? Your girlfriend? Sean: Yeah Me: YOU’RE STILL TOGETHER?! Sean: (sheepishly) yeah

To be fair, I get weirded out whenever they flash their privilege as semi-well off rich kids.  “Remember those special trips you get to take with your school to learn more about science? // Remember those international trips you take with your school club?” Me: ...no?! I’m not poor, I just dropped out of school before I could even go to my nearest McDonalds for a field trip.

But Doug is a little dumb sometimes. He doesn’t get my sense of humour (understandable), but he’s a little ignorant towards not-privileged people. 

He literally said he goes to sleep at 9:30pm, got into university (this is a semi-prestigious one) first try with 90s in all of his classes (at least), has a girlfriend, has friends, and doesn’t understand why anyone would stay later than that unless they had poor time management. His words, not mine. My brother stays there until around 12am studying. He was not happy to hear that. Doug is first year so my siblings are making fun of him saying he will perish in a year’s time. My parents saw him stealing kisses from his girlfriend in a parking lot during the day of our last concert. I seriously though the girl in his profile picture was his sister and not his girlfriend because they were both seriously white. Whiter than a bowl of milk I tell you.

He also doesn’t know what a period app would be for. I was a little annoyed. My brother knows about this well enough because we all know my sister and mom would not let anyone in this family live if they did not know the ins-and-outs of a period. Doug was like, “Why would you need to track that?” I responded, “Because they’re irregular.” He looked a little puzzled and I said, “Douglas, you’re a science major. There’s sex ed in school.” He responded that he is going into research (not sure what that has to do with menstrual ignorance) and never paid attention during sex ed (since it’s never for marks). I then got a little more pushy and said, “Well, if you ever want a girlfriend, maybe you should learn.” To which he said, “I have a girlfriend”. To which I gave him a look of:

Stories from the orchestra concert:

I did tell the bass instructor about this so maybe it’ll get sorted out but I did this “tell the teacher” thing twice where it backfired terribly. Let’s hope university kids are a little more grown up.

My messages from that night: Pat told me it was cute when I played in the wrong spots. It was genuine like she said it was cute. But it was like ??? I was having a panic attack. My brain left my body. I don’t want to play anymore. Then she put up her bow to make sure I wouldn’t flip the page Then she hit her bow on her bass. I really don’t want to play anymore. (She also repeated the same thing twice knowing from a previous talk that I have bad anxiety. She has anxiety as well.)

Me: Then Hannah and Patricia were commenting on my shoes. I like wearing my orthotics. They make my feet feel not in pain. Ate: tell them that Me: I did They told me to take off my shoes “They can’t even see my feet” I’m all the way in the back behind people “Then take off your shoes” “But then I’ll be in pain” “But you sit” (I have one foot on the ground) “So take them off. It’s for dress code. People can see you” Ate:  but it's literally a medical thing Tell them to actually fuck off hoh my god it's like asking a blind person to put their stick away bc people will trip on it or that you can't have your service dog with you like????

[kangnuest]

introduction into nu’est

debuted March 14, 2012 with “Face” under pledis entertainment

fandom ㄴ.ㅇ.ㅅ.ㅌ (pronounced LOVE from the way you spell Nu’est in Korean 뉴이스트) fandom color hot pink

did pretty well during debut promotions but popularity kept declining due to shitty promotions from company and lack of comebacks  

many thought Nu’est was near disbandment

4 members (Jonghyun, Minki, Minhyun and Dongho) joined Produce 101 Season 2 in hopes of proving their skills and saving Nu’est

all four members made it to the finale but only Minhyun made it into the top11 (#9) and got to debut with wanna-one 

other members ranked 13 (Dongho), 14 (Jonghyun) and 20 (Minki)

but they did not fail because they did prove themselves throughout the show and gained a lot of popularity internationally and nation-wide 

in hopes that they continue to gain popularity I am making an introductory to the members of Nu’est for the new and upcoming ㄴㅇㅅㅌ’s :)))

firstly Nu’est’s Leader

Kim Jonghyun (JR) 06.08.1995

Leader, Main Rapper, Main Dancer

talented affff

3 S’s Shy Sweet & Sensitive

extremely caring

blames himself for Nu’est’s lack of popularity

looks like onibugi 

cries a lot 

but only bc he loves his members and p101 children so much and he wants to do his best for them 24/7

wayyy too selfless

Nation’s Leader

cried bc other p101 trainees did a hidden camera on him on his birthday

plays like almost every instrument ever

speaks japanese

loves eminem

says he’s living his father’s dream by becoming an entertainer

too shy to speak english

humble affff

video game addict

brought a potato to school and talked to it like it was his child

says sorry too much

ren is his gf

camera slut always has to be in the shot

hates tomatoes

always gets way into karaoke 

wants to marry aron :))

next is the oldest 

Aron Kwak (Aron) 05.21.1993

ft hungry Minhyun

Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer, Vocalist

real name is youngmin 

but he fucking hates it

from LA

is the oldest but isn’t the leader

for good reason

hes a fucking mess

an adorable mess but a mess

does radio shows

sometimes says things without thinking and gets himself into trouble

smart af

got accepted into NYU but chose to become an idol instead

learned Korean in 9 months

is a slut for his members

prob a closeted alcoholic

conceited 

high key gay for ren

mommas boy

ladies man

checks out girls even while on camera

thinks he’s cute and tags pictures of himself as #cutie

king of fan service

loves skinship

gets banned from twitter all the time bc all he does is follow fans

can actually cook 

has kissed ren and acted like he kissed baekho and minhyun

can’t ice-skate but claims he’s good at it

can’t say nu’est after all these years

hates horses and seagulls

can’t jump rope

has a crush on minhyun’s sister

is always 200% done with his members

“when I feel lonely at night I like lonnnggg hairrrr” 

ren: “rrreeaallly?”

claims he teaches the other nu’est guys english but has progressively given up

started the jr looks like onibugi thing

next is my bias :)))))))))))

Kang Dongho (Baekho) 07.21.1995 

Main Vocal

thiccc

can barely dance 

but has an amazing voice

looks scary but isn’t at all until he’s irritated

doesn’t get irritated easily but when he does gtg

is prob scared of ren

kang daddy

sexy bandit

really close to his dad

his dad has leukemia and dongho went to Instagram to ask people to donate blood to help his dad out

sweet pie

also hates horses

likes tacos

says he likes girls with “long hair, cute and sexy…. and a lot of money”

got his stage name bc he looked like Kang Baekho from SlamDunk

his stage name means white tiger

has a tiger tattooed on his forearm

2 more tattoos on his chest 

its hot af

has abs 

but gets too shy to show them 

knows kumdo and did it in his solo teaser before debut

again hot af

hates cleaning

won’t do it

has the most wholesome laugh I literally have a playlist of baekho laugh comps

if his laugh doesn’t make you smile idk what will

fought a drug dealer in Mexico bc he tried to start a fight with his members

strong af 

(saying hello on a radio show) “hello I’m baekho I’m fine thank you and you?”

has to hug someone to be able to sleep usually ren

sweats all the time 

he can breathe and start sweating 

a lil gay for Aron but kissed Minhyun on the cheek and is all over ren sooo

wants to be a comedian but only tells dad jokes

broke the lock on the bathroom door in their dorm once

says whats on his mind/what he feels

competitive but sucks under pressure 

sucked in school

lazy af

prob has the best English pronunciation out of the members besides Aron obviously

“I remember me”

has to pet every dog he sees 

called his parents just to ask to buy something worth like $6

talks shit to anyone and everyone

didnt mean to audition for pledis but went to support his friend in their audition and got casted lmao

is basically naked in the dorm all the time

but in public covers up like a nun

plays piano

always dies from secondhand embarrassment from ren

next is the model

Hwang Minhyun (Minhyun) 08.09.1995

Lead Vocalist, Visual

tall af

skinny but buff

should and could be a model

can hit high notes like nobody’s business

extremely innocent

still hasn’t had his first kiss

at first pledis only wanted him bc of how handsome he is 

speaks japanese

has an older sister that Aron has a crush on but he said she’s out of his league

low key savage

(saying hello on a radio show) “hi I’m minhyun, I like you *kiss noise*”

loves jr

is in Wanna-One (p101)

only pledis trainee to make it 

cried when minki jonghyun and dongho didnt make it 

didn’t even celebrate his victory bc all he could think about was leaving his brothers I’m crying

doesn’t drink

“perfect perfect perfect”

don’t ask him to improv dance

ren said baekho was the most handsome in nu’est and he accidentally blurted out “no he’s not” lmaoo

likes american-korean accents aka aron’s accent

got lost in turkey

rlly likes elephants

always has body lotion wyd boy ;););) 

loves things to be clean

always fighting with the members especially baekho bc nobody cleans except him

bribes baekho with food

hes a picky eater bc hes a child

sucks at bowling

said “this is your mistake” to Aron bc Aron didn’t know their English titles

sings everywhere

“thats no-no”

skips practice all the time

sleeps with earphones in how tf

cried when pledis scouted him 

next is the maknae

Choi Minki (Ren) 11.03.1995

Vocalist, Face of the Group, Maknae

is beautiful dressed as a boy and a girl

can rock long hair

actually any hair

made aron’s heart flutter when he was dressed as a girl

extra af

sassy af

on the topic of Mexican food he responded with “u know i luv u gurl I like mexican” and everyone in the room died

impersonated people drowning in an elevator from movie

minhyun said he had a lot of charisma and he said he was crying

ranted on how amazing and beautiful jr is for like 5 min on live radio

(saying hello on a radio show) “nice to meet you I’m ren thank you very much I love you too”

lady gaga’s number one fanboy sent her fanmail once

knows he’s pretty

can model walk

flexible

can play piano

thinks he can speak English

can’t

loves everyone

is actually terrifying 

does this thing with his shoulders 

so now he’s called shoulder gangster

not afraid to be embarrassed

can and will do any girl dance

can’t raise animals they all die

used to get mistaken for a girl all the time

members rlly love him

has a twitter

made jr sit in a trash can once

sucks at games like any game

amazing dancer

fell in love with baekho when he did kumdo for the solo teaser like same

is a lil bit of a loner

loves fashion

is a diva

likes nail art 

loves the movie titanic

hogs the bathroom bc he’s an ass

makes the members question their sexuality 

“how old are you” 

“I’m fine thank you”

likes skinship

says his older brother is terrifying lmao

snores

thats everything I can remember about the nu’est members pls support and love them

[isaac-lacey]

Weird tag

So ummm I tag @mikeywrites and @callum-vaughan just pick 10 or so of the questions but you can do all of them if you want 

1: Full name: Isaac Nial Lacey (we don’t speak of my middle name)

2: Age: 16

3: 3 Fears: Spiders, heights and the dark

4: 3 things I love: My boyfriend, food and tea

5: 4 turns on: Dicks, cuteness, awesome personality, sweets (what, you can’t deny, sweets are hot af XD)

6: 4 turns off: Douchey deodorant, non emo, vagina (I’m gay and I have no filter me saying this is a given)

7: My best friend: I don’t really have any friends

8: Sexual orientation: Gay

9: My best first date: Haven’t been on a date (I plan on taking my boyfriend on one when I visit him/he visits me)

10: How tall am I: 176 cm

11: What do I miss: friends

12: What time was I born: 7:32 (I think it was am)

13: Favourite color: Purple

14: Do I have a crush: On my boyfriend yeah

15: Favourite quote: *shrugs* I dunno

16: Favourite place: My bedroom

17: Favourite food: ummm if I had to pick I’d say pizza

18: Do I use sarcasm: nooooo I would never (what do you think)

19: What am I listening to right now: the sounds in my head

20: First thing I notice in new person: their eyes

21: Shoe size: 8 in new Zealand

22: Eye color: my eyes are kinda weird, they’re green/blue with a yellow/brown/gold/orange kinda ring around my pupil

23: Hair color: I’m not sure, light af brown or dark blonde I dunno

24: Favourite style of clothing: anything emo

25: Ever done a prank call? Nope because fuck that, one I would be terrible and 2 it’s scary as fuuuuck

27: Meaning behind my URL: It’s my fucking name

28: Favourite movie: Don’t have one

29: Favourite song: Ummmmm

30: Favourite band: I have way too many

31: How I feel right now: Depressed as fuck

32: Someone I love: My boyfriend Jacob

33: My current relationship status: Taken

34: My relationship with my parents: I think it’s bad, they seem to think it’s good

35: Favourite holiday: Ummmm christmas I think maybe, I get to eat a LOT at christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing i have: I don’t have any, I do want to get a small tattoo one day though maybe

37: Tattoos and piercing i want: Small rainbow coloured rose

38: The reason I joined Tumblr: writing stuff

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?: Well considering he tried to rape me I think that’s a solid yes

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: Yusss from my boyfriend all the time, he’s so sweet

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: I doubt it

42: When did I last hold hands?: Yesterday, I had to babysit my one year old brother and he dragged me outside by my hand

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? It depends, I multi task so it can take ages but also not take long

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? No

45: Where am I right now? In my bedroom

46: If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: Not sure

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: It depends how I’m feeling if I’m honest

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? No, they divorced, I live with my mum and step dad

49: Am I excited for anything?: Getting to talk to Jacob

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: No, like I said I don’t really have any friends

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? All day every day mother fucker

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?: Fucking AGES ago, I don’t like human contact, my sister tries to hug me but I don’t let her (most I’ll go for is holding hands with most people)

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: I wouldn’t care

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: No

55: What is something I disliked about today?: Being depressed upon waking up

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: Jacob, in person anyway

57: What do I think about most?: Jacob

58: What’s my strangest talent?: I don’t really have anything I’m good at

59: Do I have any strange phobias?: *shrugs*

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: Behind usually but I’m ok with being in front of it every once in a while

61: What was the last lie I told?: Well I told my brother (the oldest one I have that is still younger than me) that I was ok with him (I really don’t like him)

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? It depends who with, all calls make me nervous as fuck, I mostly video call with Jacob but with anyone else regular call if I can even manage that

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: Nope

64: Do I believe in magic?: Eh

65: Do I believe in luck?: Nope

66: What's the weather like right now?: warm outside

67: What was the last book I've read?: Dripping gold

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?: Ew no

69: Do I have any nicknames?: Izzy and Zac, I like to go by Izzy to most people

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had?: *shrugs*

71: Do I spend money or save it?: *shrugs*

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?: Nope

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?: ummmm not that I can see

74: Favourite animal?: Dog maybe

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: watching anime

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: *shrugs* tf kinda question is this?

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: anything by paramore

78: How can you win my heart?: buy me food

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?: ‘little shit that had no friends, loved his boyfriend more than anything, is emo trash even in death’

80: What is my favorite word?: Nervosa

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: @elliewants2write @glorious74 @mikeywrites @koalamuffins and @tru-problems-of-a-bitch

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: Fuck off

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?: I dunno maybe

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: Telekinesis

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: I dunno

86: What is my current desktop picture?: It’s literally just a black screen

87: Had sex?: Nope

88: Bought condoms?: No

89: Gotten pregnant?: Considering I have a fully functioning penis and not a fully functioning vagina I’m pretty sure I haven’t

90: Failed a class?: Nope

91: Kissed a boy?: Yes

92: Kissed a girl?: When I was 8

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?: No

94: Had job?: Kinda

95: Left the house without my wallet?: Yes

96: Bullied someone on the internet?: Hell no

97: Had sex in public?: No

98: Played on a sports team?: Fuck off hell no eww

99: Smoked weed?: Nah

100: Did drugs?: Nah

101: Smoked cigarettes?: Nope

102: Drank alcohol?: Yes

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: No

104: Been overweight?: No

105: Been underweight?: yes

106: Been to a wedding?: a couple times

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: just 5 hours? Hell yeah, I’ve been on for 8 hours straight, in fact more than that

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: Yeah ages ago, I wouldn’t do it now though

109: Been outside my home country?: Yus

110: Gotten my heart broken?: Nah

111: Been to a professional sports game?: Eww no

112: Broken a bone?: No

113: Cut myself?: Many times, still do sometimes

114: Been to prom?: Nope

115: Been in airplane?: Yes

116: Fly by helicopter?: Nope

117: What concerts have I been to?: Nope

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?: Obviously

119: Learned another language?: Trying to

120: Wore make up?: Yes

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?: No

122: Had oral sex?: No

123: Dyed my hair?: twice so far

124: Voted in a presidential election?: Nope

125: Rode in an ambulance?: Nope

126: Had a surgery?: Nope

127: Met someone famous?: I think so

128: Stalked someone on a social network?: Eh kinda

129: Peed outside?: *shrugs*

130: Been fishing?: Yes, a couple times

131: Helped with charity?: Yus

132: Been rejected by a crush?: Yus

133: Broken a mirror?: Yes

134: What do I want for birthday?: I dunno

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?: I dunno and I dunno

136: Was I named after anyone?: Not to my knowledge

137: Do I like my handwriting?: Eh

138: What was my favourite toy as a child?: I dunno actually

139: Favourite Tv Show?: Don’t have one

140: Where do I want to live when older?: *shrugs*

141: Play any musical instrument?: Nope

142: One of my scars, how did I get it?: I stepped on a nail

143: Favourite pizza toping?: Hmmm not sure

144: Am I afraid of the dark?: Yes

145: Am I afraid of heights?:Yes

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?: Umm yes

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?: Yes

148: What I'm really bad at: Life

149: What my greatest achievments are: ...

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: *shrugs*

151: What I'd do if I won in a lottery: *shrugs*

154: Something I fantasise about: *shrugs* not sure

152: What do I like about myself: Nothing

153: My closest Tumblr friend: Probably @mikeywrites