#i am a clown in woman's shoes

[grapecaseschoices]

me: i dont like the idea of CHOOSING the bffery for twc book 3, i want it EARNED

me: *when i can't get a du mortain as a bff for one of my mcs no matter how i try* choices make the world go 'round.

[fountainpenguin]

Obsessed with the size difference between Hadley and Dale. Both in terms of height and weight. Hadley being only 4' 10' makes her husband look like a giant next to her.

lanky x stocky 💕💕

Have this sketch I did of them.

SKLDFJSLDFJSLKDFJSD I know, right?? Dimmadome x Leadly family genes, my beloved... They are plotting to open another business front that is definitely unrelated to the Dimmadome State Sport of money laundering.

They have such fun silhouettes and you captured that so well; thank you for this gift. They look soft... <3

[thetriumphantpanda]

Tale As Old As Time | Joel Miller Fantasy AU (Chapter One)

Series Summary | A Prince, cursed to be unloved, hardened by years of staring at his scars and sitting in his loneliness. A girl, headstrong and wanting of adventure, to escape the life curated for her, a breath of fresh air against the dark of his heart and his home. Can she really learn to love the beast he has become? Truly, a tale as old as time.

Chapter Summary | The origin of a cursed Prince and a girl, unwilling to set aside her dreams for a fate already decided on, thrown together with consequences neither of them could have dreamed about.

Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader (Beauty and The Beast AU)

Chapter Warnings | Descriptions of magic, discussion of arranged marriages/betrothal, people being mean, an obnoxious male figure, what is essentially a kidnapping, talk of food, no use of Y/N, but I believe that to be it.

Word Count | 4.5K

Authors Note | You guys simply have no idea how truly excited I am to finally be able to share this with you. This is so out of my comfort zone but holy HELL I've had the best time creating it, and I really hope that you enjoy reading it just as much. Again, just a massive shout out to @cavillscurls for gifting this idea to me and trusting me to bring this to life for her, I really hope I do it justice for you! And another big thank you to @dinsdjrn for casting an eye over this first chapter to make sure it wasn't absolute clown shoes. I'd really love to know what you guys think, so please leave a comment, reblog or pop over to my ask to spread the love. And as always, if you'd like to leave me a tip, you can do so here on Ko-Fi.

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He often thinks back, in the depths of the dark nights he spends alone, to the moment that changed everything. He was, once upon a time, happy. Vain, conceited and a pompous asshole, but he was happy. The kingdom, handed to him quite abruptly on the death of his father. The power and the riches which had been rationed to him before, now all his own to do with as he pleased. A palace, full of beautiful things, beautiful people, there was nothing he could have wanted for. There were parties, opulent and extravagant, filled with beautiful women who would fawn over his every word. Days spent hunting, ignoring all his other princely commitments because he could, he made the rules. 

Then, the night that changed it all. He was drunk, he’d had far too much wine, indulged in the lips of far too many women, when one of his servants gripped his arm, dragging him to the doors of the castle. On his step was a haggard old woman, bent double with the hood of a cloak covering her face. She reached out a hand, old and wrinkled, shaking from the cold of the bitter storm that was raging outside and begged. 

“Please, my lord, take pity on an old woman,” She speaks wearily, as if she’d been walking for days, “Just a night’s shelter from the storm, that’s all I seek.” 

“And what do you offer in return?” He scoffs, already knowing what his answer will be, there is no place for this woman in his home. 

The old woman pulls a singular red rose from one of her sleeves, petals full and a deep crimson and extends it towards the prince. He plucks it from her fingers and takes a moment to admire the flower, for it is, after all, a thing of beauty, although he knows it was plucked from his own garden. 

“You insult me,” He mocks, “Offering my own rose, stolen from my garden,” He lets the flower drop to the floor in front of the beggar woman, “You will not find shelter here, now, be gone.” 

He turns on his heel, intent on making it back to his party, to forget this whole intrusion, when he hears the woman behind him start to chuckle. He turns back and watches as she stands, chuckle turning into some kind of sinister laughter as that exterior that had so repulsed him before melted away to reveal someone, something, far more beautiful. The hood of her cloak falls from her head – beautiful tresses of blonde hair and a young, ethereal face stare back at him. 

“You, my prince, have an ugly soul,” She speaks, voice lilting like a song now, “And it is time that you match that.” 

He is aware that the commotion has drawn his guests from the main hall, out to witness what he is about to become, as he is surrounded by the gold tendrils of air that this woman, no, enchantress, has created. He feels the skin on his face tighten and contort, not painfully, but uncomfortably. He can feel his bones cracking as his frame grows, he’d always been bigger in frame than most, but now he was towering over everyone. His hands, once blemish free, are covered in tiny scars as if he’d spent a life fighting with his fists. His clothes, of silk and velvet, torn and destroyed on his body. 

When he can no longer feel the magic at work around his body, he turns away from the enchantress to the faces of the party, who gasp, talk amongst themselves. Some of them scream and then they’re running, as the woman behind him continues her onslaught on his home now. She drapes it in darkness, the opulent gardens are transformed to nothing but weeds and dead plants. The fountains run no more, and the sound of birdsong is gone. Then, when she is satisfied that her work is done, she bends to the discarded rose and offers it to him once more. 

“Any curse can be broken, and this one is no different,” She taunts, “If you can learn to love another, and earn their love in return, by the time the last petal falls, then the spell will be broken, otherwise, you shall remain this beast forever.”

Then, he is all alone, save for his servants, cursed alongside him, though she’d spared them the humiliation of a face covered in scars, and had just cursed them to spend eternity stuck with their master, now bitter, violent and closed off. None of them, not even him, able to leave the grounds of his castle. He falls into despair, spends his days finding another thing he can take his anger out on. He tears down the paintings – ripping through their canvas, punches his fist through every mirror he can find so he doesn’t have to look at himself and steels himself away in those first years. Then, when the first petal drops from the rose, protected in its glass case by one of his servants, he thinks there should be a sense of urgency, but there isn’t, just a daily reminder that this is what his greed and vanity had done to him. If he cannot leave, and no-one knows he or his palace exist any longer, then what hope does he have of someone finding him, let alone falling in love with him? 

For who could truly learn to love a beast? 

The morning is bright, the sun rising above the hills, as you step out, wicker basket hooked into the crook of your elbow, the book perched in the bottom, covered with a cloth to protect it as you make your way into town. The townsfolk are already milling about as you walk the streets. Women are haggling for bread and eggs, men are greeting each other in booming voices and there are children running around, playing with each other as their parents focus on other things. You don’t miss how, when you pass, they stop their conversations, whispering to each other. You know what they say about you, because no-one in this God forsaken town is ever truly quiet. Funny Girl. Oddity. Strange. Dazed and distracted. Away with the fairies. You’d heard it all, and today, like all days, you let it lie, because none of them are wrong. You are an oddity. A girl of your age, unmarried and living alone with her father, despite his recent efforts to marry you off. A girl, nose stuck firmly in a book whenever it possibly could be. A girl, dreaming of better things, a life outside the provincial village you’d always known, although what that looked like you truly didn’t know. 

You buy a loaf of bread and some cheese with the coins your father had pressed into your palm that morning, ensuring that you had everything you needed at home before indulging yourself. The bookshop, at the very end of town, was your sanctuary. Alexander, a firm friend of your father for years, had owned it since before you were born, his father and grandfather before him. He knew that like most folks around here, the price of the books you wanted to read came second to the price of the books your father needed for his work, so there was an understanding between Alexander and yourself that you borrowed yours, bringing them back to swap for a new novel whenever you needed. 

“Ah, good morning,” He greets when you open the door, bell tinkling as it opens and closes, “And how are we this morning?” 

“Fine, thank you,” You smile, offering him the book you’d chosen just yesterday, “I’ve come to return the book I borrowed.” 

He takes it from your hand, setting it on his counter to reshelve later, “You’re going to run out of things to read if you carry on this quickly,” He teases, motioning with his hand to the shelves behind him, “Nothing new since yesterday, but please, I’m sure you can find something to enjoy.” 

You spend a few moments studying the spines in front of you. There are very few here that you haven’t read, and whilst you could choose something new, there is something in your bones that craves the familiar today. A story you know will warm your heart and make you yearn for what you truly desire. 

“I’ll take this one.” You muse simply, pulling it off the shelf to hand to him. 

“This one?” He fakes shock, “You’ve read it twice already.” 

“Well, it’s my favourite,” You chuckle, “Faraway lands, magic, a handsome prince, strong women who can make their own destiny in life.” 

“Well, if you like it that much, why don’t you keep it?” He hands it over to you, laughing at the shock on your face, “Don’t try and argue with me now,” He insists, “I don’t think anyone other than you has ever chosen it, consider it a gift.” 

“Thank you,” You smile, bending down to the old man to give him a kiss on the cheek, sharing a smile as a blush creeps onto his weathered cheeks, “I shall cherish it.” 

You bid him a fond farewell and head back out onto the streets, book clutched in your arms like it was your most treasured possession. It might actually have been just that. You walk back through the crowds, basket still hooked onto your elbow as you zone in on the fountain at the edge of town. Usually reserved for washing, it’s not so crowded yet, the heat of the day still too frigid to consider dipping hands into water, so you perch on the edge, basket between your feet on the ground and open the book, promising yourself you’ll only spend a few moments familiarizing yourself with the story again. 

Of course, that’s a promise you can’t keep to yourself, and you’re rounding onto chapter three when the book in unceremoniously plucked from your hands. 

“Hey!” You exclaim, “Give that back!” 

“I just want to see what could possibly hold your attention for this long.” 

You groan to yourself. Of course. Henry. The object of all of your ire. The man your father wants you to marry. You couldn’t imagine a worse match – whilst he was objectively handsome, all of the young women fawning over him, falling over each other to impress him, he was so stuck up his own ass he could fold himself inside out if he wanted. 

“They’re called books, perhaps you should try reading one sometime?” You speak, trying to grab your book from his hands as he flips through the pages. 

“And end up like you?” He scoffs, throwing it back to you, “You need to get your head out of those pages and into the real world, you’re not getting any younger and soon, people are going to start wondering what’s wrong with you.” 

“Like they don’t already?” You mutter, dusting off the cover and placing it carefully in the basket on the floor. 

“Have you thought anymore about my proposal?” He asks, draping a thick arm across your shoulders as you try and walk away. 

You groan, because his offer of marriage is all you’ve been able to think about. Or more importantly, how to say no without ruining the hard-fought relationships your father had forged with the most powerful family in town. 

“It’s a big decision,” You say simply as you cross the bridge at the end of town, “I promise I’ll have an answer for you in a few days.” 

You manage to slip away from his grip and close the small gate behind you, turning on your heel to jog as fast as possible into your home, all whilst he’s calling out to you. Regrettably, you’re not fast enough to miss the last thing he says before the front door slams. 

“If you say no to me, no-one will have you!” 

You let your head hit the back of the door, sucking in deep breaths to stop yourself from yanking open the door and telling him that nothing in the world would ever be enough to convince you to marry him. 

“He isn’t wrong.” Your father’s voice startles you, your head turning to the door of his study. 

“I beg you, not another word.” You demand, walking in the opposite direction, towards the kitchen. 

“You’ve made him wait almost a week,” Your father’s heavy footsteps are clear behind you, “Any other woman would have fallen to their knees and agreed to the match.” 

“Well, I’m not any other woman,” You huff, unwrapping the bread and cheese to set on the table, “I don’t want to marry him, papa.” 

“Well, I’m afraid, young lady, you don’t have much choice,” He’s folded his arms across his chest, “I have worked too hard to get you under that family’s nose, and I will not let you throw that hard work away.” 

“Is this all I was ever destined to be?” You exclaim, rounding on him, “Like a prize cow to be bartered and bought on the whim of men?” 

“If your mother could see you now,” He mutters, “She would tell you exactly the same as I would.” 

“You and I both know that’s a lie,” You speak softly, “You married each other because you were in love, she wouldn’t want this for me.” 

He tries to embrace you, like he always does when he knows he’s about to force you to do something you don’t want to do, like it will make it better for you, easier for you to say yes. This time, you push him away, stepping towards the open window.

“I can’t keep you here much longer and you know it,” He sighs behind you, “Money is far too tight and if we aren’t careful, we won’t have a home much longer, you marry Henry, our debts are forgiven, you’ll be safe, warm with a home all of your own.” 

“So now I am to be payment for your debts?” You snorted, “Raised only to be worth something to sell,” Your father tries to open his mouth, no doubt to convince you otherwise, but you truly see him for what he is, “I wish to be alone.” You speak finally, picking up your book and retreating to your room with a pointed slam of the door. 

It is late. The sun set hours ago. You haven’t left your room all day, not even when your father insisted leaving a plate of food outside for you. All you can think in your mind is that you cannot stay here. You will not stay here. You will not be forced into a life you do not want, to marry a man you cannot stand. All you keep thinking, as you watch those stars twinkle in the sky, is what must be beyond the hills of this town. You think of all the people you haven’t met, all the experiences you haven’t had. You won’t trade those dreams for a life as Henry’s housewife. 

As quietly as you can muster, you slip your cloak around your shoulders, tying it across your neck, pulling the hood up over your head. You find your satchel and make sure it has your book inside and the other few possessions you held dear. You slink from your room and into your father’s study, long abandoned by him for his bedroom. You find his inkpot and quill and scrawl a note on the paper he has left strewn across his workstation. 

‘Gone to find my adventure.’ 

You slip quietly from the house and to the small stable where Phillipe, your father’s horse, is slowly chewing on some hay. You run your hand down his nose to soothe him, saddling him up and then leading him away from the house. It isn’t until you’re riding the trail into the forest that you finally feel the sense of freedom you had so craved. As Phillipe leads you further into the thick woods, you don’t once look back on the provincial life you’re abandoning. Eyes forward and onto the life you’d always wanted. 

You ride through the night, following unfamiliar paths through the forest until you come out the other side. It’s still desolate, but now, in the low morning sun, it’s just rolling fields and hills, animals grazing and the sound of birds singing. A little while later, you can feel the tightening in your tummy, the pang of hunger, cursing that you hadn’t thought, in your haste to leave, to shove some of the bread you’d bought into your bag. Phillipe has also slowed in his speed; it won’t be long before he needs to drink some water and eat something either. 

As you round a corner, a valley appears in front of you. The change in weather is stark, where you’re surrounded in bright sunshine and the start of the warmth from the early morning sun, the valley in front of you is clouded in dark grey clouds and you think you can make out the slight rumble of thunder. There is a voice in the back of your mind that tells you to turn back, to take the right at the crossroads from the forest and not the left you’d chosen, but wasn’t this the point of leaving? You take a deep breath and let Phillipe continue the ride down into the valley, wrapping your cloak as far around your body as you can as the temperature drops and the darkness envelops you. 

You ride a little while longer, Phillipe becoming restless with the change in the air, when you stumble upon a great fence, covered in ivy and looking decidedly worse for wear. But this fence, in its wrought-iron glory, is a sign of a home, a grand one judging by the height. You can’t peer into the grounds, the ivy too dense to see through, but you guide Phillipe around its perimeter until you find gates, just a grand as the rest of the iron structure. 

You let yourself down from Phillipe’s back, gripping the reigns so he continues to follow you. You try and pull at the gate, but it’s just your luck that it’s locked shut. You can, however, finally see into the grounds. They’re sweeping, some of the biggest gardens you had ever seen in your life. You can imagine that when they were cared for, they would have been magnificent, but they’re dilapidated, obviously long abandoned. In the distance, you can see a similarly magnificent castle. Incredibly big, with turrets and ivy growing over the brickwork, just like something from one of your books. You can’t see any lights that indicate it’s occupied, and you think that if you tried, you could fit through the gaps between the ironwork. It had to be worth a try, even if it was to seek some shelter whilst the storm that was clearly brewing was passing. 

You take Phillipe’s reigns and tie him to the gate, promising that you’ll come back for him once you’ve deemed the castle a safe place to stay, although you’re pretty certain he’s not fitting through the gap in the ironwork, considering the amount you had to suck your body in to fit through. 

It’s a long trek through the grounds of the castle. Each step of your foot bringing an increasing sense of unease over you. You try and tell yourself that it’s just the storm brewing, that it’s dark and clearly abandoned nature is what’s making you uneasy. When you finally reach the front of the castle, you pick the hem of your dress up and take the steps one at a time. You press a hand to the large wooden door and push, surprised that it opens without much effort. You let out a breath of relief. If someone lived here, surely, they’d keep their doors properly shut. 

That relief is short-lived though. The castle is as much in need of love and attention inside as it is outside. Years of weather have damaged the windows, letting all sorts of foliage make home in this entry way. There is a grand staircase, with carpets that are sodden from rain, and a musky smell that somehow sends a chill up your spine. 

“Hello?” You call out, listening to your voice echo through the large room. 

You listen but nothing calls back to you. All you can really hear is the wind whipping through broken glass. You take a few more tentative steps forward, taking in the surroundings. There are side tables with candelabra sat on top. Trinkets of gold and silver. Grand paintings along the walls that are weathered from the elements, but there are some that catch your eye. 

“Hello?!” You call out once more, louder this time, as you walk towards the wall of paintings. 

Some of them are damaged, like they’ve been intentionally torn. Ripped through the likeness of the man that has been painted on them, but the rest, of women and other older men, remain intact. What had this particular man done to deserve this kind of ire? To have his likeness scratched out like this? 

Your hand comes up to touch one of the damaged paintings – canvas flapping in a breeze from somewhere. The man in the painting is handsome, he looks young and fit and happy, standing with his foot on top of a deer that had been hunted. You wonder if this is the person who used to live here and what had happened to them, and everyone else, that made them leave. 

“What are you doing in my home?” 

The voice startles you enough to scream. You turn around, back pressed to the wall, chest heaving as you try and calm yourself down. Your eyes search through the darkness, trying to find where the voice had come from, but to no avail. 

“I asked you a question.” 

The voice in commanding, low and threatening, and now, pressed up against the wall, trying to make yourself as small and insignificant as possible, you almost wish you hadn’t left home. Fear thrums through your veins as you once again try to find the owner of the voice. 

“I-I’m sorry,” You manage to force out from your throat, “I c-called out, d-didn’t know a-anyone lived h-here.” 

You’re watching the ground when a foot, clad in black leather boots moves into the dim light that is cast through the broken window above you. It’s enough light that you can make out a little of the man’s silhouette. Tall, much taller than you, and broad, as commanding a presence as his voice makes him out to be, and yet he doesn’t move further into the light. 

“Didn’t your parents teach you to knock?” He demands. 

“The d-door,” You motion with your hand, watching as it shakes in front of you, “When I t-touched it, it just opened.” 

“Bad manners will get you into danger, little dove,” He taunts, “You picked the wrong home to trespass on.” 

“I’m sorry!” You exclaim, moving away from the wall and back the way you came, trying to make your escape, “I’ll leave.” 

He is quicker than you are though. His hand envelops your wrist, much larger than your own, and drags you toward him. Your front collides with his own with the strength that he’s used to pull you to him. His frame is a solid as it seems, like hitting a brick wall. 

“Another lesson your parents clearly forgot to teach you,” You look up to the voice but it’s so dark you still can’t make any of his features out, “When you do bad things, you have to be punished.” 

You try and fight your way out of his grip but it’s no use. Whoever this man is in front of you, he clearly has the upper hand in strength and agility. But you aren’t going to go down without a fight. You continue pulling at your wrist, wrapping your free hand around the one that has you in a vice grip, digging your fingernails into his skin as you try and scream for help, but nothing seems to work. 

You’re suddenly picked up and flipped over his shoulder like a sack of flour, which gives you the purchase to wriggle around. You ball your fists and take punches to his solid back, but all that does is create a dull throb in your hands.

“Put me down!” You scream, trying to kick your feet enough for him to lose his grip on your as he takes the stairs two at a time. 

“I would advise you to keep still,” He speaks low and calm, “Unless you want to end up thrown over the railings.” 

From your completely undignified vantage point you can tell he’s right. He’s keeping a grip on you but if you continue to wriggle, all that awaits you is a drop onto that cold concrete floor below. As he takes more steps upwards, all you can do is let the fear take over. Your body shakes as tears fill your eyes, dripping down onto the floor as this mystery brute takes you to God knows where. 

It's colder up here, wherever here is. As he walks up yet more stairs, you make out the clear iron bars of cell doors. And your stomach drops. You wanted adventure and now all you get is a prison cell. You can hear him fiddling with a lock, before a creaking sound meets your ears and you’re unceremoniously dumped onto the floor. You try and crawl as fast as you can, hell bent on an escape, but yet again, your captor is faster than you are, shutting the door to the cell and clicking the lock to trap you. 

“Please let me go!” You beg, hands clinging around the bars, “I didn’t steal anything, please let me go!” 

He’s walking away, back down the spiral stone staircase he had come up. Silent and seemingly uncaring in your plight. You continue to call after him, even once his figure is long gone, hands pulling at the bars in an attempt to free yourself, but all clearly to no avail. You slump onto the damp floor and take some heaving breathes through your mouth, but nothing will calm the fear and dread coursing through you. How could this have gone so wrong? Not even a day’s ride from home and you’re captured, no-one will know where you are. Would anyone even come looking for you? 

You continue to pull at the bars until your bones out, calling into the dark until you’re hoarse. Finally accepting your fate, that you’d been naive enough to walk into the first sign of shelter like it was your right, you curl up into a ball in a corner of the call further from the window and wrap your cloak around you, shivering until you fall into the most fitful sleep you’ve ever experienced. 

tags : @sinsofsummers @dinsdjrn @tightjeansjavi @morning-star-joy @darkroastjoel @cavillscurls @cupofjoel @patti7dc @drewharrisonwriter

[morganbritton132]

I just read your post about Steve and Eddie taking hobby classes together and I love the idea of a big famous rockstar taking a paint n sip class and these moms going “…. Is that??? No??? I’m pretty sure that’s Eddie munson. My kid loves his band” and Eddie interacting with moms who want to FaceTime their kid cause they met someone famous. Because you know some moms have no shame when they meet someone their kids love

The first time they went to one of these classes, Eddie tried to do the whole low-key celebrity thing and wear a hoodie and a baseball cap. Steve took one look at him and was just like, “What are you doing? You look like someone’s stalker. No one is going to recognize you, you weirdo.”

But Steve is wrong.

It’s not just people recognizing him from the band their kid likes. Corroded Coffin was very popular in the nineties. There are people in this class that had posters of Eddie Munson on their bedroom walls when they were teenagers, and they insist on getting their picture taken with him too.

Eddie plays along, of course, because he doesn’t really get a choice unless he wants this whole five-week course of classes to be super awkward. He even says hi to some kid on FaceTime who doesn’t even know who he is because his mom confused Corroded Coffin with the Counting Crows somehow.

These things are fine.

Steve typically finds things like this amusing because he knows that Eddie secretly loves it, but that stops immediately the moment the woman across the table from them heavily implies that Eddie is on her and her husband’s list. Her name is Stephanie. She’s a part of a little gal’s night out group, has lipstick on her teeth, and a little too much wine in her, leans closer and stage whispers, “You know, the list that married couples have.”

“Interesting, interesting,” Eddie hums, humoring her. “Am I in good company on this list?”

Steve watches this conversation play out and decides that he doesn’t like Stephanie’s flirty tone or the fact that Eddie hasn’t just shut her down because he is married. And also gay. He’s gay too. It’s not like Steve feels threatened by a literal non-existent possibility, you know.

Just – have some respect for the man’s wedding ring, right?

She leans across the table to tap Eddie’s arm at some joke he made and Steve is so distracted by this that he accidentally knocks over one of the water cups when he goes to clean his brush. The water splashes across the table and nearly gets Stephanie’s shoes, but she moves away.

“Shit,” Steve says, “Sorry. I – shit. Let me help you.”

Luckily no one’s canvases got ruined since they’re all propped up on little easels and Steve helps mop the water up off the table and floor where Stephanie is working. He almost forgets about her flirting with his husband until she tells Eddie, “Your friend is so sweet, isn’t he?”

Steve tosses his wet paper towels in the trash and points to Stephanie’s smudgy painting of one of the clown figurines on the table, and says, “Wow, your art is amazing. I wish I could paint a self portrait like that.” 

[nyc-looks]

Marie, 41

“I am donning a 70s suit made by a designer called Henry-Lee. I picked it up in Northern California at a vintage shop called Little Shop of Hers. The faux fur of insanity was a Goodwill purchase. I love how it is feminine and fierce yet serves Chewbacca energy! The tights are by a size-inclusive hosiery company Snag Tights, shoes by Melissa, vintage purse from a vintage dealer in Virginia. Miraculously sturdy plastic rings are from East Village Vintage Collective and necklace from my mother-in-law. This look says ’hot to trot, ladyboss who isn’t taking crap from anyone’ and also ’I am woman, hear me purr and roar!’ My style is inspired by the whimsical things in life such as baby animals, clowns, mermaids and unicorns and also patterns, science concepts, psychedelia, disco, glam, outrageous, statement pieces, burlesque/fetish/club fashion and FUN.”

Dec 18, 2022 ∙ Ridgewood

[alexdelray1]

42 Miles x Fem Reader.

Song: Just like fire, by Pink.

I encourage to order and read. ;).

Part two:

-Reader, would you like some tea? - said a voice from another room.

I ignored him. I didn't want to answer when I was listening to my favorite song.

I know that I'm running out of time. I want it all…

The footsteps approached my room and stopped in front of it.

“Are you going to hang there all day?” Miles asked me. My boyfriend of two months. I was just hanging from a sash while practicing aerial sport. It was a combination of gymnastics, dance acrobatics and strength training. I had to do it to stay in shape. Spider-woman needs to train from time to time.

And I'm wishing they'd stop tryingna turn me off. I want it all…

-It's better to hang on a wire than on a line. - I commented and made another pose in which I was upside down. Of course, Miles doesn't know that I'm the hero of New York. He has a specific opinion about heroes.

-So, are you finally going to take part in some competition? You can do all this, but you don't want to show it off. - Miles said and put the cup of tea on the shelf. He walked up to me and directed me towards him.

-You know, it's all money. You need a costume, a personal trainer, a manager and everything. - I made an excuse that was somewhat true in a way. I can't appear on TV as Reader. Someone might recognize my body structure or the technique of my movements.

-I understand, but you have money like no other.- he commented, looking around the room.

-Yes, but my parents are frugally frugal.- another excuse. It's not like they bought me 20 Sims expansions and promise me more for the red bar.

-Yes, thrifty and they bought it for you.- Miles said and pointed to the sash. Fuck, the fucking son of a bitch has eyes. Fucking bottom.

-Well, I promised them that I would keep my virginity until marriage.- I said. I lie like crazy. But well, I'm like a priest who tells Catholics that he didn't touch any children. And he touched.

-Yeah something that doesn't exist anymore.- Miles laughed and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

-Just like altar boys.- I laughed. My 'watch' beeped, so I got off the sash.

And I'm walking on a wire trying to go higher, feels like I'm surrounded by clowns and liars. Even If I give it all away, I want it all.

"Do you have anything planned again?" Miles asked me and crossed his arms. This happened to me very often, that someone from the spiderverse needed me.

-Yeah, I have to help Jurek cut wood.- I said in the crowd. I quickly went to the hall and started putting on my shoes. I quickly took my backpack and opened the door.

-But everyone here- Miles didn't finish.

-Bye!- I said and ran out the door.

-They live in blocks…-

I quickly put on my costume in an alley, automatically (electrically).

We came here to run it, run it, run it.

I climbed the building and looked down.

We came here to run it, run it, run it.

I jumped and started swinging on the buildings.

Just like fire, burning up the way, If I can light the world up for just one day.

The feelings are the same as always. Excitement, disbelief and happiness.

Watch this madness, colorful charade.

And this one highest jump through which I can see the whole of New York

No one can be just like me any way.

I see so much and nothing, but it's still not enough, I will do this for the rest of my life.

Just like magic, I'll be flying free.

I remember the first time I did it and everyone was looking at me.

I'ma disappear when they come for me.

They look at me now too, but not like they did then.

I kick that ceiling what you're gonna say.

Then I was seen as something new, unpredictable and unknown…

No one can be just like me any way.

And now, I am hope.

Just like fire.

I entered the old building through the window. I don't want to risk some random guy having an existential crisis. I pressed something on the watch and Gwen's hologram came out.

-Hi Gwen, nice to see you. What's up? - I asked.

-You have to help me. "Seriously," she said nervously.

-Who do I need to fuck up? - I asked.

-That's not the point. See, I have to go to planet 1610 and--

-See your boyfriend?- I asked ;)

-No… Not only that. I also need to see some anomaly and I want to spend some time there with Miles. Can you cover for me? You know, if Miguel asks you where I am, tell him it's just too late and it's okay because he means he won't believe me - she asked hopefully.

-Sure, just don't confuse it with mine.- I joked.

-All right. Thank you. Bye, she said and hung up.

-Bye…. Time for patrol… - I said and jumped out of the window (dream).

And people like to laugh at you cause they are all the same. See I would rather we just go our diffrent way and play the game.

I entered my house after a few hours of patrol. I can finally chill out.

And no matter the weather we can do it better, you and me together forever and ever. We don't have to worry about a thing no.

I looked down and Miles' shoes were gone. I feel a bit bad now that it turned out this way. I left it at my house, I would feel weird if someone did that to me.

Beep.

We came here to run it, run it, run it.

I looked at my watch.

We came here to run it, run it, run it.

-What's going on again?- I asked tired and irritated.

-Miles, he's in danger,- Gwen said nervously.

-Which Miles?- I asked her.

-There's a good chance two. My Miles is in your universe and I think he might be in your Miles' apartment.- she replied. Fucking hell, whoa. What the fuck am I going to do? Well, of course I will save him. What if Miles has a heart attack or something when he sees himself but not himself? My love interest might fucking die.

-Okay, I'll go get him. - I said and was about to hang up.

-Wait, don't bring it to HQ.- she stopped me.

-Why?- I asked her.

-Just, I'll explain later. Okay?-

-Okay, but you have a slight debt. Bye, I said and hung up.

Now I have to save my lady in trouble. It happens to the best Sigmas.

Just like fire burning up the way.

If I could light the world up for just one day.

Watch this madness colorful charade.

No one can be just like me any way.

Just like magic, I'll be flying free.

I'ma disappear when they come for me.

I kick that ceiling what you're gonna say.

No one can be just like me any way.

Just like fire.

I climbed into Miles' room through the window. Nothing new, it has its own figures and other things.

-Oh, Reader. What are you doing here so late? - the woman who opened the door to Miles' room asked me. It was his mother, Rio.

-Good evening. Do you know where Miles is? - I asked her with a smile.

-He was here about an hour ago and went with Uncle Aron. Did you help him undo his braids?" she asked me.

-What--? Oh yeah, sure. It took a long time. I'll be going now.- I said.

I said goodbye to my probably future mother-in-law and went to the roof of the building.

If Miles didn't have braids, it means Mrs. Rio didn't see our Miles. I need to see Aron's apartment.

I put on my costume and started heading towards Uncle Aron's house.

So look, I came here to run it.

Just cause nobody's done it.

Y'all don't think I can run it.

But look I've been here I've done it.

Impossible please.

Watch I do it with ease.

You just gotta believe.

Come on come on with me.

I climbed onto the window but didn't go through it.

Oh, what's a girl to do.

I looked through it, but I didn't really realize what the situation was.

Oh, what's a girl to do.

I saw Miles without his braids, i.e. 1610, tied to a punching bag.

Oh, what's a girl to do.

Aron left the room saying something to him and after a while, came out… Prowler?

Oh, what's a girl to do.

He got close to Miles and said something while taking off his mask. Wait, is that?

Just like fire burning up the way.

If I could light the world up for just one day.

Watch this madness, colorful charade.

Miles?

No one can be just like me any way!

[tiger-mcqueen]

I see a lot of folks noting the things Ted Lasso has in common with Sleepless in Seattle after Ted said it's the superior Nora Ephron film.

And, yup, I did a rewatch of the film (it's one of my favorites) and took notes too just like a lot of you lol.

There are the obvious things of course. The whole soulmatey-destiny-cosmic-forces vibe, signs (that the heroine is a skeptic of), a focus on planes and boats, an Oklahoma reference, Dr. Fieldstone (who begs people to just talk to each other and admit their feelings). There are Wizard of Oz nods too: Somewhere Over the Rainbow plays after the first radio show, when Annie hears Sam for the first time, Annie and Walter's dinner at the Rainbow Room, Sam mentioning growing a new heart, the reference to a friend named Glenda.

But being the tedbecca clown and yoga enthusiast I am (*proudly adjusts clown wig before stretching*), here are a few other things I noticed:

When Victoria is traveling, she offers to bring Noah a snow globe from the place she's visiting.

The quote: "What we think of as fate is just two neuroses knowing that they are a perfect match." "Y'all's baggage just matches right up, don't it?"

When Annie stops at the diner, she orders tea.

Jonah's Seattle Mariners hat matches the believe colors, and (I know but I stretched before this reach) at the end of the movie, when Sam and Annie hold hands for the first time, he's wearing a yellow jacket and her coat is blue.

And, my favorite (I honestly gasped), the host who seats Sam and Victoria when they first meet for dinner is named...Derick.

Now for my Affair notes:

Sleepless in Seattle paid homage to An Affair to Remember, so let's think about that movie in relation to Ted Lasso, too.

(Before I really dig in, we all know from both movies about the Empire State Building and February 14, but do you remember the teaser trailer for this season was dropped on Valentines' Day?)

Now, in Nora Ephron's Sleepless, the movie and especially the ending of Affair was touted as the most romantic thing ever.

To summarize it: The heroine (Terry) and hero (Nickie) meet while they're involved with others and take a quick "friends to lovers" journey. They realize their feelings and vow to resolve the issues keeping them apart (relationships, careers), and then meet in six months at the top of the Empire State Building. When that day comes, Terry's hit by a cab while rushing to meet Nickie...and Nickie waits in vain in the rain and thunder and lightning until he gives up, thinking she doesn't love him. She won't tell him about the accident because it left her unable to walk. Nickie visits Terry in her apartment and is just about to leave forever when he sees one of his paintings (that his agent gave to a woman in a wheelchair) and realizes what happened. Love and happiness ensues.

So:

-Ted and Rebecca aren't involved with others when they meet, but they are very hung up on their exes, and they have to work through their issues before they're ready to be in a relationship with someone.

-There's been debate for a while in the general Ted Lasso fandom about the show foreshadowing a car accident. Ted even almost steps in front of a car a few times.

-Rebecca's "thunder and lighting" haven't happened yet.

-Ted's not a painter like Nickie, but the Hockney drawing that Rupert gave Rebecca is important to her journey. And this show likes parallels, so I've been thinking about how a drawing/painting/piece of artwork involving Ted might play a part in an eventual tedbecca. I've wondered if he might get her a copy of one of Hockney's lightning prints because he knows she likes the artist.

I don't know.

I'm not thinking Ted and Rebecca will vow to meet at the top of the Empire State Building or anything like that. But I have long thought any revelation of feelings between Ted and Rebecca would be in the very ending of the show, just like in Sleepless in Seattle.

(*puts on clown shoes*)

Now I'm fully into the idea that a car accident, thunder and lightning, and possibly a painting...all in homage to An Affair to Remember...will play a part in the realization of feelings and ensuing confession.

[voltives]

top five bebe/donna performances (single list, separate lists, entire shows, one-night appearances; go wild)

sure. hell, i'll even include video evidence for free.

top five donna murphy performances by tumblr user voltives

5. "hit me with a hot note," from a benefit concert for fran liebergall.

self explanatory. watch it and you will know exactly what i mean. (and hey, droughtofapathy even wrote a fic inspired by it.)

4. "a hundred easy ways to lose a man," from wonderful town.

ruth sherwood is a lesbian, change my mind. but seriously, this number showcases so much of donna's physical comedy, and it's a hoot from start to finish.

3. "kiss of the spider woman" from the kennedy centre honors for chita rivera.

i know this is an abridged version, but donna sang this while sick, and if that isn't impressive then i don't know what is. i'm obsessed with her voice.

2. "i read" from passion.

look, we all know i am the number one passion (1994) enjoyer on this website, but c'mon. it's a classic and fosca my beloved, you deserve better.

"the story of lucy and jessie" from the 2007 encores production of follies.

i don't know anyone else who has oozed so much sex appeal in my life. red is just her colour.

honourable mentions:

send in the clowns from sondheim's 90th birthday concert.

one thing i will say is that i love her necklace.

and as for bebe ... bear with me, because this will also be long.

top five bebe neuwirth performances (once again by tumblr user voltives)

5. "when velma takes the stand" from chicago.

velma is so goofy, i love her. and this number also showcases her legs, so write that down.

4. "if my friends could see me now" from sweet charity.

i used to play this song religiously during high school. it would be the one song i would listen to to start my day. bebe is so cheery and so happy during this song. i love her.

3. "all i care about is love" from chicago for broadway backwards.

oh, to be a showgirl dancing sensually around bebe neuwirth. this performance just scratches my brain in all the right places.

2. "what would you do" from cabaret (2024)

i don't have video evidence of this, but god. her rendition of this song is so heart wrenching and haunting and i just... i don't even have words. she's just too good.

"i still get jealous" from high button shoes for broadway backwards (2019)

i have a clip of this on my hard drive, but i just can't post it publicly. as it's from broadway backwards, it is intensely sapphic and homoerotic (as it should be), and bebe is wearing a white button down tucked into these trousers and ugh, the dyke energy. it is so, so powerful.

thank you for asking! i really enjoyed answering this <3

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Plot: (Flashback: June, 2023: Somewhere in "Lynchburg, Va" during a mission to stop: The Toddler, The Time Jerker, and Dr. Minyak from stealing from the "Target" store Captain Man was seen talking to a beautiful waitress who works at "Starbucks' Cafe" during her shift Captain Man flirts with her a bit and asked if she'd be interested in going out on a date with him sometime and gave her his number before getting called away by his sidekick: Kid Danger in order to remind him about the mission. Flashback Ended)

Present Day: (September: 2023) In "Swellview" Captain Man was setting up a romantic dinner of the reader's favorite dishes (Fettuccine Alfredo Pasta, Healthy bowl of Salad, Breadsticks, and a glass of Ice cold Water) in the "Man Cave". After being picked up by Captain Man's assistant: Schwoz in the Man-Copter bringing her back to Swellview Captain Man welcomed the reader to his hometown giving her a bouquet of blue roses which flattered the reader, during dinner the reader told Captain man about her dream to explore, see the World and becoming a Fashion Designer, after dinner Captain Man flirts with the reader and surprises her with her favorite DQ ice cream cake (Chocolate Cookie crunch) for dessert. Before Schwoz could escort the reader back to Lynchburg, Va Captain Man makes the first move by telling the reader that he's in love with her as he shares a passionate kiss with the reader (this was the reader's First Kiss) which made her blush as they quickly became a couple making it a long distance relationship between them!

Details: The reader lives in Lynchburg, va who's studying to be a fashion designer, she's works as a waitress at Starbucks cafe, she's a vegetarian, she's a skilled martial artist, her favorite color is Blue, her favorite flowers are Blue Orchids, She loves animals, loves to read, her dream is to explore, see the World, and be a Fashion Designer. She dislikes: Chewing gum, High heels shoes, clowns, trapped in small spaces, having nightmares, needle shots, drowning, being alone. She doesn't drink any kind of alcohol!

Hello dear, apologies if this rather short, I ran out of time and had only a small amount to write this, but I hope this is enough.

Happy birthday to the dear anon who requested this. 🎂🎂🎂

Captain Man x waitress reader A date with a hero 🦸☕

Flashback:

Within the lush city of Lynchburg in Virginia, Captain Man and Kid Danger were on a mission to stop the Toddler, The Time Jerker and Dr. Minyak. They had a ravishingly, devilish, brilliant plan to steal from Target. The three had joined an alliance. However, just as Captain Man and Kid Danger were locating their target, they stopped briefly in Starbucks to devise a plan to stop their evil foes. Many civilians outside were still unaware of the dangerous situation. “We located the signal of our targets, at well—target”, Kid Danger reported to Captain Man. “Excellent work, Kid Danger, just—” His voice trailed off at the sight of an extraordinary beauty. She wore the Starbucks uniform, her hair flowed freely with ease as she walked, and her eyes sparkled joyfully. Captain Man had gotten distracted and approached the beautiful waitress serving drinks and food. “Hey, couldn’t help but notice heaven’s missing an angel”, Ray winked with a flirtatious smirk. “Hm, nice try, sorry buddy, my shift hasn’t ended yet”, the waitress smirked. “Well, I imagine a woman like you is worth the wait.” He flirted.

“Aren’t you captain man, the hero of small view?” the waitress asked.

“Yes, yes I am.” He smiles heroically “, the one and only, and you are?”.

“Y/n, L/n”, the waitress smiles dreamily.

“If you’re ever interested, I’m available at anytime, anywhere; here’s my number.” Captain Man leaned against the wall, putting his hand behind his head. “Captain, the mission, we’ve gotta go” Kid Danger said annoyed by Captain Man’s “distraction”.

“Well, if you ever in danger, you know who to call” Captain Man smiled in a flirtatious remark.

Present day:

Captain Man, whose real name is Ray Manchester, was busy preparing for a special date that he had planned months in advance. He had decided to cook a delicious meal consisting of Fettuccine Alfredo Pasta, a healthy salad, breadsticks, and a glass of cold water. To ensure everything was perfect, his assistant Schworz had been tasked with organizing transportation for his date, Miss Y/N, via the man-copter. As Captain Man was finishing the meal, he couldn't help but feel excited about the evening ahead.

The man cave had been tidied up, and everything was in its proper place. The table was set with an air of romance, with candlelight and a beautiful vase filled with blue orchids as the center piece. As Captain Man heard the man-copter descending, he couldn't help but feel his heart racing with anticipation. Fortunately, the elevator functioned correctly and made it safely to the ground floor.

As Miss Y/N stepped out of the man-copter, Captain Man greeted her with something special behind his back. He approached her flirty and offered her a bouquet of blue roses, saying, "For you, the rose of my eye," with a charming wink. Miss Y/N was wearing a stunning dress that she had designed, which only added to the magic of the evening.

As Captain Man pulled out Y/n’s chair to allow her to sit, the two started to have dinner. Y/n thought she would explain her future dream. “I’ve always wanted to explore the world, to see the world and become a fashion designer”, she heartfeltly said. “I’ve wanted to be one since I was 10; fashion is my passion”. Ray admired Y/N's passion and commitment to her dream. Suddenly, he surprised her with a platter of chocolate cookie crunch ice cream cake, which excited her. As they finished, y/n, to her dismay was rather sad to go. Schwoz arrived in a sleek man-copter, the blades whirring loudly as it hovered over the landing pad. Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she prepared to leave her new friends and the exciting city behind. However, her departure was interrupted by Captain Man, who pulled her aside for a private conversation.

As he looked into her eyes, he confessed his feelings for her. "Y/n, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I've had my eyes on you since the moment we met. I know our time together was short, but I feel like there's something special between us. I've fallen for you, and I can't stop thinking about you."

Y/n felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also with a sense of excitement. She had never had anyone confess their feelings to her so boldly before. Before she could respond, Ray pulled her into a sudden, passionate kiss. It was her first kiss, and it left her breathless and dizzy.

As they said their goodbyes and she climbed into the man-copter, y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of longing in her heart. Even though they were separated by distance, she and Captain Man kept in touch as often as they could. And every time he looked at the blue orchids, she had given him as a parting gift, he thought back on the time they spent together and wondered what the future held for them. Despite the presence of Kid Danger and the constant danger they faced, y/n and Captain Man remained connected by a deep, unspoken bond.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wheneversday - Nostos

tagged by @dirty-bosmer @mareenavee @paraparadigm @gilgamish and @changelingsandothernonsense

I am tagging @greyborn2 and @thana-topsy mainly because I've been screaming in Discord about my new OC so they get tags too. Also Khemor would likely have never existed in his final form without the absolutely inspiring works by @greyborn2 featuring Kesh gra-Bruma.

I just want everyone to know, this is all @mareenavee's fault. An "innocent" question about what Borgakh's ideal future would look like after Aristeia is done and suddenly 48 hours later I'm writing a sequel when I haven't even finished the second chapter???? I am a clown. This is me putting on my big red shoes and big red nose and honking a silly horn and squirting a flower all over my massive WIP pile.

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Rating: T (blood and violence, mushy stuff [kissin' not viscera])

Category: M/F

Genre(s): Romance

Main characters: Borgakh the Steel Heart, Khemor gro-Skaven (Male orc LDB)

Summary: Khemor gro-Skaven, Thane of Eastmarch and The Pale, Last Dragonborn, Vanquisher of Alduin, Confidant of the High King of Skyrim, and disgraced former Magus of the College of Whispers thought that after he defeated Alduin, he would not have to worry about anything more dangerous than a papercut for the rest of his life. When Jarl of the Pale asks him to investigate the destruction of the Hall of the Vigilants, it sets off a chain of events that ultimately leads him to wash up at the feet of the woman of his dreams. But what can a crippled conjuration mage-scholar half again her age possibly offer to a future Shield-Wife?

The pain was blinding. Khemor's knees buckled, and Borgakh made a noise of fear and started forward as if to catch him but Serana was faster, her shoulder under his arm, one knee bracing his leg.

"No, keep your hands on it!" Khemor hissed through gritted teeth. Borgakh's hands tightened over his, pressing them into the soul gem.

Magicka burned its way down his arms, dammed behind his palms, searching for a way into the rough, uncut gem.

There it is! All soul gems had a natural entry point, almost always obliterated in the process of faceting them. But if you had a natural, uncut gem, and the talent and patience to find the entry point, the soul would flow into it effortlessly, like a river finding the sea.

The pain faded as the flow of magicka -- the flow of his soul-- was released into the stone. It left behind an acute weariness, and despite Serana's support Khemor sank to his knees. Borgakh still clasped his hands around the soul gem, and he looked up into her eyes.

The naked fear they held was so alien to him in the context of her features that he almost reached out automatically to touch her face, to reassure her. But she was not concerned with herself, she was fearful for him. And there was no reassurance he could give that he would be alright.

"Khemor, that's enough," Serana's voice cut through the spell Borgakh's eyes had held him in. He cut off the flow of magicka into the stone. A chill had settled in his chest, as if cold hands were gripping his heart. But as he withdrew from the stone, leaving it cradled in Borgakh's hands, the sharpness of the cold diminished, as if he was huddled next to a small fire in a snowstorm.

"Oh!" she said in surprise. "It's...warm. It's like a heartbeat."

Khemor reached up, and covered her hands with his own, he looked into her face beseechingly. "You hold my heart and soul in your hands, Borgakh the Steel-Heart. Please," his voice dropped into a husky whisper. "Please don't let them break." He pushed the stone against her chest. "Keep them safe."

The kindness and determination in her face as she nodded sent another bloom of fleeting warmth that forced the chill farther away from his heart.

The hardness of the flagstones against his shins brought Khemor back to himself, and the fact that he was on his knees, gripping Borgakh's hands, staring into her eyes and begging her to take care of his heart. He forced himself to release her, and accepted Serana's assistance to rise shakily to his feet.

Leaning on his staff, Khemor faced the swirling, violet abyss that yawned below them, the steps leading into it like a narrow tongue inviting him into the maw of Oblivion. He could not meet Borgakh's eyes, but as she carefully opened her gambeson and placed the now-glowing soul gem into an inner pocket, next to her heart, a peace settled over him. No matter what awaited him on the other side of the portal, his soul was with Borgakh.

As he placed his foot upon the threshold of the steps, a hand gripped his arm. Khemor didn't turn, but reached up to cover it with his own.

"Return safely to me, Khemor gro-Skaven."

Khemor said nothing, but took Borgakh's hand in his and with a final squeeze shared between them, let her fingers slip from his as he descended the stairs into the realm of the Ideal Masters.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

It's summertime, and the night air feels alive

Day 5 of @smileformeweek - Connection

[ ID: Traditionally done art that's colored and edited digitally. It involves Tiff Webber and Mirphy Foroparat from Smile For Me the game. It is of my AU Roseverse.

Here Tiff and Mirphy are younger. On two sides, both of them are shown in their respective spaces. To the left is Mirphy. Her face is pockmarked and her hair looks shorter, wilder. She wears a dark baggy jacket with a green scarf, and a pink shirt with red slightly oversized pants underneath. Her shoes are light sneakers. A raggedy backpack is slung over one shoulder. To the right is Tiff. Her face and arms show acne signs, her hair is done in rows of braids with a butterfly design at the side. Her braids are tied with a pink ribbon, making a ponytail. The ends are beaded pink too. Some of her weaved in strands are colored purple. She wears a glittery pink skirt and orange shoes studded with fake red gems. She also has a colorful bracelet with various shapes.

Mirphy stands holding a bus stop sign, looking excitedly at her flip phone, at one location. Tiff smiles and clicks away at her computer, sitting in a swivel chair with a red teddy near the bottom, holding a heart which says " For a special someone".

From Mirphys side the text messages, in a variety of chatboxes done like a collage with various colors, shapes, real life photos included are: one of the posters of a woman from Smile For Me reading " lettuce" with the text " Girls :-]( smiley face)" and hearts, underneath it, a photo of two fried pizzas from a pizza place with the text " WHT do thy use?", then a role playing text with " *teleports behind u with my assassin powerz*", then a photo of an autumn leaf with light falling on it with the text " You", then a box with various ghost hunting tools titled as text "my equipment", then a photo of Fresno nightcrawlers with the text " nightcrawlers ", then a photo of a tiny frog with the text " unidentified lil fucking thang" , a text replying to a message of concern saying " You too."

From Tiffs side the text messages, done in a similar style as described for Mirphys are, a drawing of an eye with a moon in it with the text" when one loves ones art...", a sticker of a clown throwing his arms to the side with the red text " Metamorphosis", a text replying to the pizza message saying " Human Blodd!! 8-]( Excited face) JK", a text saying " Stay safe :-]( smiley face), then a text sending an mp3 file with the song " all my little words" with space and music emojis, then a Neopets screenshot with the text " luv this games secrets!!!", then a roleplaying text with the words" *meows* look how purrty I am!", then a text with a Tomie by Junji Ito comic picture, captioned " my favorit monster :-*( kissy face)" and hearts.

There are blue butterflies flying between Tiff and Mirphy signifying their connection. The border of my notebook from the photo I took is seen. There is a warm, yellowed tone over the whole drawing. End ID]

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Sorry it's late! Consider this whole series my love letter to s4m through my AU. There's kinda an explanation for the whole drawing here...

But basically, Tiff likes monsters, and Mirphy hunts for them :-) they strike up a fast friendship online and meet up many years later and form an amazing adventurous duo. Currently I think Mirphy may be running away or something? Precarious situation, dramatic family stuff. Tiff also seems shy, so maybe she didn't have many friends either.

[tybaltsjuliet]

1, 3, 19

01. the character everyone gets wrong

sandy from grease and i will die on this hill. “oh, sandy changed herself for a man-” and danny was trying to change himself for a woman, but people only remember sandy doing it because of the leather pants!

what i think people tend to ignore, or miss, is that by the point of the “sandra dee” reprise, sandy is not happy. like, even if you are willing to accept that sandy *was* happy as the good girl, once - and i fully am willing to accept that; i do not think a fondness for cheerleading and pastels speaks to a void in her soul - by that time, she is not! and it is not just because of danny being kind of a dick to her. there’s a *reason* sandy’s change starts with a reprise of rizzo’s song that was mocking her, and it is because pretty much everyone, bar frenchy, is a dick to her. (i feel like this is a little less apparent in the movie, but in the original production, the t-birds are right there cackling along with rizzo during “look at me, i’m sandra dee,” and even patty simcox gets catty about sandy behind her back!)

so, by this point, sandy is alienated, and lonely, and an object of mockery, and she wants things to be *different*. here’s another point that got home better onstage than in the movie, in my opinion - because, originally, the “sandra dee” reprise comes RIGHT ON THE HEELS of “there are worse things i can do” - and rizzo sings that song, not alone after sandy walks off, but directly *to* sandy. just before the song, rizzo snaps at her, “now wait just a minute, miss goody-goody! who do you think you are? handing me all this sympathy trash! since you know all the answers, how come i didn’t see zuko here tonight?” and all this after sandy has done nothing but show riz a little kindness and sympathy over her situation, and try to remind her that she does not have to go through it alone.

being a good girl, a nice girl, has gotten sandy nothing and nowhere, with anyone, for the whole two hours’ traffic of our stage. who can really blame her for wanting to change?

now, obviously, this is all pretty watsonian, and sandy is one of those characters where there’s tons of great discussion to be had about the ways misogyny *does* influence the way her story is presented. but there are a lot of other interesting things to unpack in her, too, and it frustrates me that everyone just stops at the most obvious part.

03. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

gods, just one?! mentally rifling through the disney princess takes alone has already exhausted me. that said, i might have to hand it to one of the particularly devoted ambassadors of this website’s jedi defense squad, who insisted that the jedi were A Beautiful Culture requiring no reform whatsoever, and A Wonderful Found Family to the children they brought up, and Committed No Mistakes.

like, come on, now. even if i leave all my personal religious baggage at the door, there are nine movies and a massive extended universe because THE JEDI FREQUENTLY COMMIT MISTAKES. anakin skywalker was not an inherently rancid nine-year-old; he was a case study among many on why the jedi needed fixing!

19. you’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

i’m kind of mad that i still like frozen as much as i do. it wounds my pride in otherwise being the haughty and pretentious flavor of disney adult.

i’m not mad that i am properly getting into ASOIAF, because i am loving these books. i *am* mad that the only reason i first put on my clown shoes and walked all the way to westeros in them is because rhys ifans hot. it’s almost as embarrassing as the number of times i’ve watched anonymous.

but the really embarrassing skeleton in my closet is that i have written more pages of HP drawerfic since i started listening to the shrieking shack podcast than i wrote any fic for it at the height of the fandom way back in ye olde FFN/livejournal days. and that’s terrible.

[bluenpjm]

HORUS ACADEMY CH.5 !

— to the writers @singguks @socksjini @bluenpjm, our comments and theories (MIGHT CONTAIN SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

from @magicshopew: the ending was a HUGE cliff for me !! and this time around i have no clue to who elena is going to point out to be you !! i agree that tzuyu was very extra shady in that library scene .. but i doubt that if, BIG IF, you is indeed her, she would do it all by herself . 

onto the fights because omg i lost my sh*t over the ones we got this chapter - someone protects our baby JK !! he wasnt ready for that throw down kajhjkjshd elena was feral and kaya girl o-o i didnt know you had it in you !! freya and namjoon were juggling like clowns jhdsj it was too funny omg 

jin bestie .. i love you . what to even say !! i was living my best life every time he made an intervention jskhdak 

pairings - sh*t will hit the fan if freya doesnt tell her secret to our homeboy JK let me just say !! their scenes were precious and i was in rage when mingyu showed instead .. kaya girl again .. OMG !! the library scene once again got me »»» and we all know what ship is sailing when it comes to tae ajhdsgkagd 

* additional * was it only me or anyone missed archie as well ? i was waiting for drama boy-ihhh kjashdkjahds 

from @dropsofjoonpiter: ok i actually suck when trying to guess who the culprit is. but i do feel in my gut it's not tzuyu the real you... LISTEN! i know, she's sus, but i feel she is an informant? for the real you. and my best guess is the real you is from that little group that got jungkook tied to the tree! 

i won't even say much about this chapter be the bomb because cmon. it was so well written! the fights seemed real. i could actually picture the whole thing as if i was a student in horus kkkkkk 

my fave this chapter got to be either jimin whining all the time and uhm??? breaking a lamp!!! OR yoongi was pretty badass and funny kkkk not him telling on tae kkkkkkk 

the romance was over the roof period. i don't even have a fave, they all served different things for me and i'm here for it 🤍

from @rcseluv: I AM SHOCKED. that's my take on this chapter. 

like Kook points out I don't even want to know who You is. I just want to know when are they all dating!!!!! 

if I was studying there, I'd be checking my socials every second and I would thrive liking Elena's responses ahahah if I was in their shoes I don't think I would have the courage though! just imagine the whole school knowing stuff about you? yikes! 

and I really think Tzuyu could be You. she is roommates with Freya right? it's really possible. and the way she looked at Namjoon with Kaya!!! that was creepy af. 

Jimin and the teacher got me on nerves as soon as I started reading. I don't like Miss Bellum no matter how much he comes to her rescue... Mingyu was cute but eh... I'd rather ship Freya with Yoongi if Kook isn't her endgame. 

MAZE SCENE got me cryingggg! they are precious together. I'm happy I was right about Kaya's ship ahaha the tea reference... Ugh! perfect together. 

and can we talk about how everyone was running from Tae this chapter? ahahaahah I died. Elena was the only one hanging with him!!! even Freya was like omg my twin is too much ahahahahahaha 

from @investigativelewis: You're hearing from me first but now that I think about it Tzuyu is not YOU. 

What if Miss Bellum is the one?! I bet on her or Bambam. Because picture this: Miss Bellum was with Jimin the whole time apparently (ew.) and we all know Jimin is a lose mouth (well I'm assuming) so I don't know... Maybe I just don't trust the woman. But for Bambam it actually makes sense. He did do that thing with Jk and then when the fight started between Jimin and Archie he was the one inciting the whole thing... And Tzuyu is from his gang, that was written so. 

Apart from that, the writting was ten out of ten. The fights were amazing!!! And I really wish we could get a tv series out of this because I pictured the whole school and it seems DREAMYYYYY! I can't stop myself from imagining cute dates between them... And the girls running away from Horus? Omg. They for sure know all the cool spots there, as confirmed by our queen Kaya. 

I just loved this chapter too much! Made me want to go back to school myself ahaha didn't you feel that? That scene where they are all dozing off and then someone picks up their phone is just a throw back to my days in school. It was really nice! 

from @narimiese: I am so~ lost after this one. Omo. I really thought you would be Archie,, but after this chapter Im not so sure anymore~

But thats not the important part 🤣🤣 What matters is when all the ships will be sailing~ One is! But the other two are rocky,,,, I really liked seeing Kaya and Joon~ They were too cute with each other! I fear for Hobis reaction but he will have to take it as it is I dont care~ 🤣

The tea scene was really really cute. I loved it~ And Freya omo... I was so sad for her after classes,, She seems to connect so well with Jeongguk and he doesnt move! Its frustrating~ 🤣

Elena was not having it,, And I really liked her part with Yoongi~! 

Do you think Archie will let that thing at the games just be..? I was waiting him going after the Wolves 🤔

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[safyresky]

So I've only watched this last week's (this has been in my drafts for WAY too long) episode once (I usually do it twice but have yet to do a second watch and feel a rewatch will be in order at some point) but I have been rotating it around in my head since tscs mutuals first started posting their thoughts and I have SO MANY thoughts because this episode ONCE AGAIN packed soo many things in one go. Why don't they understand how PACING works? My GOD.

Anyway~

My initial thoughts before even watching the episode were "this is whack". Here's why.

This is episode 3.

Of 6.

We are halfway through. And our antagonist (Mad Santa) and Protagonist (Santa Scott) have yet to cross paths. And post watching S2E3, Mad Santa only JUST got his hands on some North Pole magic.

THREE EPISODES IN. HALFWAY THROUGH.

Do you know how much stuff is going to be packed into the next THREE EPISODES? Let me make a list (bc I LOVE lists)

Mad Santa getting back to the Pole

The obligatory "I've failed ):" from Santa Scott when Mad Santa gets to the Pole

Mad Santa GETTING to the Pole

The Council giving Scott 3 months to get Cal shipshape, and episode 3 starting with Olga saying IT'S BEEN THREE MONTHS.

(ALREADY????)

So we still have THAT to look forward to, assuming they even LISTEN to their own boundary, since we know this show's track record with continuity is. Bad.

PLUS we still have a Sandman cameo coming! And a big old snowball to be thrown in Scott's face! (I have my clown shoes on)

Carol is STILL trying to find the missing nutcracker. She has gotten no closer; her trail is so cold she's looking at JACK as a suspect (yes I saw the cameo too, absolutely delightful for us Jack stans on main)

(pun absolutely intended)

Cal and Sandy are only JUST talking to one another about how their magic training is going, and are only JUST like. Diving into the drawbacks of being raised up North AND NEVER GOING ANYWHERE as well as the trauma that must be there from experiencing life in the real world, ENJOYING IT, and being yanked back to the Pole for the "family business"

Befana and Sandy. So THAT is a thing that was lovely then fell apart for no good reason--it was ONE MISTAKE and could've been handled better Befana, come ON girlie!

Easter Bunny being turned back into his EB form (tho tbh we should keep him as a bunny. Sorry not sorry, I have always been an EB hater on main)

Cal dealing with A) first heartbreak over Riley (which was stupid, more on that later) B) not wanting to be/do the Santa thing BECAUSE of a MULTITUDE of reasons he has NOT shared with Scott and C) the fallout when he realizes the vest is gone. He is NOT going to tell his parents at ALL. His whole existence practically rides on "I gotta make Dad proud!" and this deffs won't do it, but HEY! Maybe the writers will surprise me and he'll be OPEN and HONEST with his Dad!

Bc let's be real, ALL OF THEIR PROBLEMS COULD BE SOLVED WITH OPEN COMMUNICATION

I am off topic. Deep breaths. Whew. SO. We have all THAT to focus on.

PLUS Sandy's powers! She's apparently more powerful than Befana thought? Sandy now has to deal with that SANS her mentor and I DOUBT Carol will be helpful with that. She WOULD'VE BEEN in the MOVIES. But SERIES CAROL? APPARENTLY NOT FUCKING LIKELY SINCE ALL OF HER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT HAS GONE OUT THE DOOR FOR TOKEN FEMINISM THAT IS IMMEDIATELY CHECKED OFF A LIST AND MADE IRRELEVANT WITH THE PLOT OF "One woman is jealous of another woman"

Oh my god off topic again. SORRY. RIGHT. So, we have Sandra's magic to deal with still. Her mentor/mentee relationship with Befana. Cal's own magical struggles and his relationship with his Dad in terms of Mentor/Mentee. These kids need THERAPY, SOMEONE CALL NEIL

SO ALL OF THAT. IS GOING TO BE JAM PACKED INTO THESE LAST THREE EPISODES. AND I JUST KNOW (based on last season) THE RESOLUTIONS WILL NOT PAY OFF.

So yeah, thems the opening thoughts (with some watch thoughts leaking in, admittedly).

AS FOR THE EPISODE ITSELF.

OH BOY.

It's still very mid. It gives a lot of good bits but either A) contradicts them or B) gives them not enough time to flourish (see: Carol and Befana for A, and Cal and Sandra for B). It is also STILL ignoring its own continuity, and not just from the movies, but from literally the first two episodes of the season!

Did Cupid not say. One to two episodes ago. "Hey Santa, we, the Council, aren't really sure about this Cal thing? So uh. You've got three months. and if it's not working out. We're calling it."

And did Olga not say. At the start of this episode. "It's been THREE MONTHS since we escaped and we are NO CLOSER" yadda yadda yadda.

So THREE MONTHS have passed between THIS EPISODE, AND THE LAST ONE?

SO WHERE THE HELL IS THE COUNCIL? HELLO???

I actually thought that that would be like, the big crunch time thing for the series, you know? THE plot motivator. Or at least, one of many. Like I was expecting a montage and for each episode to have a month packed in and for the final episode to involve resetting everything to Scott's ideal status quo and defeating Mad Santa and Olga. Needless to say, I was SHOOK when they opened with THAT.

Olga and Magnus are fucking hilarious, full stop. I kinda want Olga to do a stab ngl!! Their whole dynamic has been interesting lol.

The Judy cameo was a fun Easter egg, but it's a shame they didn't give it a bit more hype, you know? That would've been fun. The Jack cameo (if we can even call it that) was ALSO a fun Easter Egg, tho I am much too mad at Carol's writers rn to be like WOO JACK. But you bet your ASS I saw that lil easter egg, lol. It's kinda frustrating? They keep throwing these lil cameos/easter eggs at us like it's an attempt to placate us or smth. Idk, I am tired and JADED and Don't Trust Like That.

Right so what else. Going in for round two. Wish me luck:

Agree with ALL OF YOU about the poor elves being used as reindeer stand ins 🙄🙄 AWFUL. SOMEONE KNOCK THIS GUY OFF A ROOF FOR GOOD! DAMN! (Santa not Cal)

Sandra and Carol. GOD. So much cringe! SO MUCH! BECAUSE OF BAD PARENTING. HOW DO THEY SUCK SO MUCH AT BEING PARENTS? WE ALREADY HAD 3 MOVIES OF THIS AND CAROL WAS NEVER A W F U L

(RIP spider on Carol's shoulder)

Carol and Scott talking about the kids was just. They are SO OUT OF TOUCH. AND SCOTT HAS A SISTER??? I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS PERIODT. He has only child energy, and wow did he EVER suck at reassuring Carol. Anyone else sick of Old White Men? Anyone?

Sandra reading the transformation spell and then accidentally doing it is deffs foreshadowing. She's gonna transform the SHIT out of Magnus, calling it NOW

EB HAS APPEARED! KIDNAPPED BY OLGA! ICONIC! And they were PALS??? Magnus I am so intrigued. Who Are You

And obligatory "BLERG BLAH CONTINUITY" re: EB being there all the way back then

NTS: There is an Easter Gopher too. I am taking notes.

Scott being an undignified, pathetic name: GET HIS ASS (count: 9)

EB is so wrong about Peeps. He is falling lower and lower on my list of Legendary Figures. Him laying the egg. Cool EB magic, disgusting execution. I am 99% sure bunnies don't even LAY EGGS

Where tf do they get the eggs from???

OKAY CAL AND SANDRA

Love that they're having sibling bonding. "doing it for everyone but yourself" GET HIS ASS, SANDY. (GHA Count for Cal: 1). Hate how short the scene was and how it boiled down to a sort of silly joke (being a crossguard instead of Santa). Like. They could;ve axed the dinner with Noel scene, cut tight to Santa training Buddy (Cal), and after that debacle moved on to sibling scene and having them bond. Like. There is substance and it is there but it is not being well executed. LET THE KIDS HAVE ROOM FOR GROWTH! (but dani! we have 3 more episodes to go! SEE MY FIRST LIST! THEY DON'T HAVE THE TIME!)

Santa asking for a jetpack and Carol being like "don't force your son up there to get over the heights thing" and then telling him to just say "I love you and I'm proud", GET HIS ASS (GHA Count Scott Edition: 10. And we're not even halfway through the episode). GOD. I wish Carol would take her own advice re: Santa and Cal and apply it to Sandra and Herself, come the fuck ON guys. DO BETTER.

DINNER WITH BEFANA (Scott: can't make it Carol: Gonna kill him. GET HIS ASS)

Cool idea, HORRIBLE execution. I am not a fan of how Carol was like "woo! ladies being ladies!" and them immediately we get a plotline of her being jealous of another woman. It's very. Token/preformative feminism. It's like they are checking items off of a list. I dislike how SHALLOW most of these subjects are in the series. Like, if you don't know how to handle something like that, THEN DON'T WRITE IT. GOD.

Like. When Sandy lifts the salt with magic, SUPPORT IT. Don't be like I NEED TO ONE UP IT. Also, interesting that Mrs. Claus. Despite being Legendary by marriage. Doesn't have magic?? I think she should. GIVE CAROL MAGIC 2k23. Carol overreacted and then so did Sandy and I just think that this whole La Befana/Mrs. Claus plotline could've been done better!

Especially Befana inviting Carol over and then Carol promptly asking if she should bring a broom, something something, witch stereotypes being a thinly veiled allusion to magical racism something something

I BET IF BUDDY HAD GONE WITH CHARLIE TO THE "CLUB" HE WOULD'VE GOT IN JUST FINE

"Are you talking to the float or me" I am SO angry for Cal/Buddy. The poor kid thinks his Dad is super not proud of him, his whole existence seems to hinge on his dad's approval and I am so upset about all the implications of this I'm gonna explode things with my MIND

"Hare to the throne" Cal you are so stupid. And my GOD the Hare vs Heir argument being the reason Sandy explodes things like I just. That could've been done better.

This whole SCENE could've been done better! Befana didn't need to be so mean! It was an ACCIDENT. She explains it loud and clear and what do you MEAN something else entirely I'm SCREAMING. Befana being like we're stepping back? Like. UGH. And then the jealousy thing? Oh wow! More pitting ladies against ladies! GOD. I'm so upset about this whole thing it's unreal ):<

OKAY. SO THE SLEIGH STEALING SCENE AND WHERE THAT GOES.

WE LOVE TO SEE BUDDY AND SANDRA BONDING! STEALING THE SLEIGH! (not to get all OCs on main but JACQUELINE APPROVES). I love to see them working together to be delinquents, but my GOD the Riley thing

UGH

Like. I know we're supposed to feel bad for Buddy but like, the whole romance between him and Riley has been so ick and the way their breakup went. It was like. You KNOW. It was written to be poignant with lines like "you're always busy with your dad" and "I want you to dust me so that you never met me" which would have worked if. You know. They weren't FIVE. (16-18). It just didn't work :\. I haven't had time to like, enjoy them and they made Riley very, very. Unlikable tbh.

ALSO. Cal from CALGARY? As a Canadian, THERE ARE A BUNCH OF OTHER PLACES YOU COULD'VE PICKED! VANCOUVER? TORONTO? YOU WENT WITH CAL FROM CALGARY? I can't with y'all. ALSO. THEY DID SCHOOL TOGETHER FOR A YEAR. I FEEL AS THOUGH THE KIDS SHOULD KNOW WHO HE IS. OH YEAH THAT WEIRD EXCHANGE STUDENT WE HAD FOR A YEAR. Y'ALL ARE DOING LONG DISTANCE? SUPER! LIKE. HELLO???

Kudos to Sandra for being the funniest bitch alive with the creeping in the corner like "That was rough af bud." It's giving

ehehehe.

And FINALLY Mad Santa has his magic back. Here's how I'm guessing the next episode is going to work:

Mad Santa practises using his magic to make Santaopolis all fancy smancy

Manages to make it up north by the end of the episode

Cal has a fallout with his Dad over the Santa vest thing

It becomes a bigger deal than expected

Sandy cameo probably bc EB is missing and he was last seen THERE (Man Santa, you're really getting on the Council's radar in all the bad ways, huh? Putting Jack to shame! 273 counts of attempted upstaging of Santa vs how many billion counts of magical exposure? And an EB kidnapping? Bc I bet that'll be a thing posited next episode)

As if La Befana can't undo a spell (I AM ROLLING MY EYES)

They will make ZERO progress on figuring out who Mad Santa is and they will be very confused when he makes it to the North Pole next episode

I also tho wouldn't be surprised if they stretch Mad Santa getting to the Pole to episode 6. That seems on brand for how they treat pacing (as if it does not exist).

tl;dr: too much preformative stuff. very mid. Cal and Sandy are fun but I wish they were given more time to shine! Pour one out for our boy Noel who is having a rough go of it tbh and Kris too who's gonna get back from Costco very, very confused

[yourimagines]

Nate with a few years younger girlfriend, fluff maybe some angst. Thank you!!

Between us

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers; angst, cyber bullying, swearing and some fluff

Y/N POV

Nate and I went out for shopping. He was looking for new shoes. “How about this one?” I held up some black sneakers. “I already have those.” I nodded and placed them back. I saw neon yellow shoes, I giggle and picked them up. “This one?” He laughs. “Babe are you afraid you lose me in the dark or something.” I giggled and placed them back. “Ugly shoes..” I heard him saying behind me. “How about this one.” I held up some a dark green sneakers. “Let me see.” He took them and look closely at it. “Looks cool.” I smiled at him. “I’m gonna asked if they have it in a different size.” I nodded as he walked away to find someone. I sat down and scrolled through my social media. Reading stuff about Nate and I under a post from Jake shields

‘He’s 32, she is 25. I’m just saying.’

‘Don’t forget they are already a year together.’

‘I like them, she looks fun.’

‘Urgh why is she there.’

‘Jake please stop inviting her.’

‘Girl she looks good.’

‘The queen arrived.’

‘A happy couple.’

‘Find a real woman Nate!’

‘She’s so young, hanging out with the adults.’

I sighed as I read more comments. “Babe what do you think?” I looked up as Nate walked back wearing the shoes. “They look good on you.” “Thanks.” He sat down and changed his shoes. “I like these, good choice.” He smiled at me. “No problem.” I winked at him. He chuckled and stood up. “I’ll be right back then.” He walked of to pay for the shoes.

We both walked into his house, he was holding our shopping bags as I carried our food. “I’m so hungry.” I placed the food down and grabbed some plates. Nate walked into the kitchen walking behind me. “You are always hungry.” He kissed my cheek and walked away to grabbed some glasses. “Sorry that I just like food, I mean look at this.” I pointed at the food. He chuckled. “I rather look at you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Okay that was a smooth one.” “I know.” He kissed my shoulders as I filled the plates with food. “Do you want to stay tonight?” He traveled from my shoulders up to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. “Do you want me to stay tonight?” “Always.” I smiled to myself. “Okay, then I stay tonight.” I felt him smiling against my neck.

We were laying on the sofa, my feet where in his lab. He was massaging my feet. “Why do your feet always hurt.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, I probably should sport more.” “You know you are always welcome in my gym right?” I nodded. “I don’t want you to go to these clowns in the east side of the town.” I looked up at him. “Hey, my brother gyms there.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sorry but he’s a clown then.” I laughed at him. “That’s not very nice of you Mr Diaz.” “I’m not nice?” He raised his eyebrows. “Yep.” He stopped with massaging my feet and crawled on top of me. “Say it again.” I smiled at him. “You’re not nice.” He grabbed my arms, locking them above my head. I tried to wiggle out of the position but he started to move his legs, locking me completely. “I’m nice, say it that I’m nice.” “I know I’m nice but you Nate… i don’t know.” He started to tickle me. I yelled out a laugh. “Okay okay, you’re nice!” He laughs as I wiggled away from his hand. He leans forward, hovering above my face. “Am I a nice person?” “Yes, you are thé nicest, sweetest person I ever known.” He smiles and released my arms. “Good.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He looks down at my lips and back up to my eyes. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He traces my face softly with his fingers. “Do you really think that?” I whispered at him.

Nate POV

“Do you really think that?” “Yes of course why you asking that?” I looked into her eyes. ‘Someone told her bullcrap.’ “Baby, why you asking me that? Did someone told you otherwise?” She shook her head. “No they didn’t told me, they told you.” “Me?” I was confused, nobody told me this crap. “Yeah, its all over social media…” ‘fucking social media!’ “Baby why are you reading those things?” “I don’t know, I was bored and read those comments under Shields post.” I groaned. “Don’t listen to these clowns, I don’t care what they think about us.” She moved her hand from my shoulder to my bicep. “I know but it got me thinking.” “Don’t agree with them, don’t you fucking dare.” I saw panic displaying on her face. “Nate….” “No you are not breaking up with me or I don’t know some other shit.” I grabbed in frustration the decoration pillow next to us. “Nate I’m not doing that but please don’t get angry while I’m trapped under you.” Her hands where laying against my chest, slightly pushing me. ‘Calm down, you’re scaring her.’ “Sorry.” I moved off top of her. She moved a bit away. “Baby…” I reached out for her. “Are you still angry at me?” She grabbed my hand and I pulled her against my chest. “No I’m not angry at you, I’m more angry at myself.” “Why?” “Because I can’t protect you from these things. I hardly post things about us, I don’t mention you, I don’t bring you along to my fights and still this shit happens.” She caresses my arm. “Its not your fault Nate, I love you and you love me right?” “Of course I love you.” “Then we are fine, you’re right who cares about these clowns.” She looks at me. “This what we have is between us and not between those fake people from the internet. They don’t even know us.” I smiled at her. “This is why I love you.” I kissed her nose. She giggles. “My angry side?” “No…sometimes. I was more thinking about your honesty.” She pulls herself on top of me, her hands went to my chest. “I really love you that it makes me so crazy.” She started to leave a trail of kisses behind on my neck. “Good, can we both be crazy.”

[muchadoaboutnot]

🖋️🖋️🖋️ for neptune eighteen; 🖋️🖋️🖋️ for galina; 🖋️🖋️🖋️ for sable please 💗💖💗🫣

naomiiiiiiiiiiii whenever i see you asking about neptune and galina 🥹🥹🥹🥹 it makes my heart go doki doki. ok also the third secret option of Sable, a guilty pleasure oc lfkajwekr

That's my gorl! That's my fav!!! Neptune!!! The OC that will probably outlast them all!!

I know you asked about Neptune but you can't have Neptune without Pluto. Her one surviving sister who's part of the Midwest BOS but she'll lay down her life for her little sister. They are both big ladies, 6 even except Pluto has one more inch on her sister.

Her speech check is MAXED the fuck out. So if you think you can play her you can't, like she will in fact play herself before she lets anyone else do that to her. So if someone does get the better of her it's because she let them or it was all part of the plan.

That's probably why she likes Yes Man so much because he does everything and she can finally relax. She never shows it, or showed it while on the road to becoming top dog, but she was very, very, very tired and wanted to cry a lot. So to have someone she can rely on so wholeheartedly she feels incredibly grateful.

She flirts and says risque things but she's only truly interested in and loyal to Yes Man when they finally get together. She's never been in love with anyone else, at least romantically or sexually. (Yes she fucked Benny but for the novelty.)

But even just platonically she does not love very much. She's kind and can be nice, but only a few people she has in her heart.

She enjoys bothering her companions. Keeps tabs on them after everything, whether they hate it or love it she'll show up in the nick of time to help them out if they need it.

LMAO GALINA'S STUPID ASS !!! We love a silly cunt!

Let's start off strong by just saying she's very forward in the bedroom. She's told Custis she wants to make him cry while he cums and he looks so sweet while doing it.

Morgan she's not so rough, she lets him do as he pleases a lot of the time. He probably likes it half the time while the other half he dislikes it because he knows she prefers Custis to him.

She has met Emily in Karnaca, and recognized her behind the mask. She's ambivalent at first and they never speak but Galina does not raise any alarm or tell on seeing the other woman. Instead, she just watches what she can see unfold before her.

That means Galina survives the first Dishonored game verse, she left before the plague took hold and stopped everything in Dunwall. And as the years go by she keeps her business going by hopping from island to island and happened to be in Karnaca at the time.

One of her prized possessions is a Sokolov painting. It's of fruit rotting.

She adores shoes and stockings and anything with heels and just beautiful adornments for feet. Although she doesn't have a foot fetish but she has had men suck her toes but it did nothing for her. Just felt it was silly but went along with it. But when heels are on??? Chef's kiss. She has soooooooo many pairs of shoes, all types.

She daydreamed about marrying Custis but hated when she'd repeat her new last name if that came to be. Galina Pendleton. Makes her gag. However her daydream is less romantic and more the power couple they could be since they're both very good at their perspective businesses. But... Maybe she's thought about him looking at her with love in his eyes and it makes her smile. But rarely.

Sable - I have a lot more to say about her simply because I never ... Dropped anything about her at all! She's one of those OCS that just lives in your head and only random stuff is put down as evidence they exist.

She's a guilty oc made purely because Pennywise needs his whole [clown honking noise] pounded into! Enough with IT being dom!!! Put IT in its place!!! Hence: Sable.

She's Celestial where IT is Eldritch. I mean... Go big or go home am I right? If Stephen King can make OP characters, so can I. Hence she's sort of immortal also, I haven't fleshed out her species but she's something that could take The Deadlights in a fight. Maybe? She's not as long-lived as the deadlights or IT, but I figured she's not human so IT might be fascinated by her or it also. Since I refer to her as a she because she chose that gender when integrating on Earth but being a celestial type body or being she probably would not have something like a gender. Like her true body is sort of like a comet, a small solar system body they're called, but very icy and shaped to travel fast through space.

Since she's been on Earth so long she's forgotten a lot of things she was once able to do. She's very good at acting and becoming part of humanity on Earth, so in meeting him she's slowly relearning the things she was once capable of. Although IT probably doesn't appreciate that part of her learning she does in fact have powers.

She likes humanity a lot and enjoys feelings, hence why I made her a sort of Cirque Du Soleil performer. So she's in a lot of different outfits, some clown-related some not. When I think of her aesthetic... Think... A Trip to the Moon 1902

Her tag with Pennywise is xo. I miss you and it's the Bjork song title of the same name.

She's athletic, like a gymnast and stands at 5'8. I can't figure out what hair color I want her to have yet however. So everyone thinks she just dyes her hair a lot but instead she cycles through different hair colors depending on her costume or mood.

Her human eyes are brown, while they can become a sort of purple or the reflection color of animals that can see in the dark. Finally her true eyes are just an intense heat of white light. Again, think how a comet lights up the sky.

She loves loves loves lovveesssssss slob. Like anything sloppy. She literally had no idea she was attracted to something like drool till she had Pennywise salivate onto her. Which is funny because she likes herself to be clean and her environment. But he awoke the freak in her and she wants to lick him she thinks.

As much as she likes humanity she understands humans die, she can even devoid herself of feelings or turn emotions off. Watch humans like a scientist in their experiment but sees nothing wrong with it since she's not even the same species. But she prefers to have feelings. Therefore with Pennywise, she gets he's just another animal hunting prey, the way a dolphin hunts or even commits war crimes! An intelligent creature but capable and knows it's being cruel and immoral. Yet she doesn't have to like it and definitely shows her disapproval except... She'd probably encourage him to kill humans she thinks deserve to die.

She's sort of self centered, selfish, and perhaps a little egotistical because she thought she was the only long-lived being for what felt forever to her. So it's a slap in the face when she feels fear and like "Oh shit I could die", but then that gets canceled out when she figures out the clown is less interested in killing her and more into something else.