#it was a crunchy picture for like. a month or so when i first started. then i started making my icons my art

[risingsunresistance]

finally changed my icon back even tho i rlly like the christmas one 😔 also changed my title bc looking at the old one was upsetting me lol

[strawberrysainz]

picture you. lando norris

“ a particularly lovely day spent in london with your beloved boyfriend. plus, you can’t get enough of each other. ”

lando norris x reader

a warning — smut. 18+! minors dni. crude language, alcohol consumption, mentions of food.

The first thing you could smell was the traitorous scent of a freshly-brewed coffee that morning. He was sitting at the little table that you had always thought never fit the overall aesthetic of the kitchen.

He was typing on a laptop when you entered. “Lando,” you murmured. He looked up, and even when trying to scold him, your heart skipped a beat when he pushed up those glasses that made him ridiculously good looking. “Hmm?”

“I thought we agreed to stop the coffees for a while, didn’t your trainer suggest it’s better for your nervous system…?” Suddenly you were shy. But the feeling soon dissipated when his mouth moved from sipping the drink to a smirk. “Babe.” You could tell he felt a little guilty, though, and he tried to hide it by looking back at his laptop.

You shook your head as you moved around him to look out the window. Early mornings in London were your favourite; it was the first time that he had come to stay at your place and not his during a break. You could hear the neighbour’s kids playing outside, revelling in their Saturday morning.

You turned to watch him crack his knuckles as he poured over what looked like a lengthy email. He started chatting about something and you sort of tuned out, watching him flex each finger. When he stretched out his hands, something made your stomach flutter.

The coffee did indeed smell good, and you ended up taking the mug from him, your fingertips brushing lightly. Even after months of knowing him, you still blushed like a kid when he looked at you. You took a sip and set it back down on the table.

“Are you hungry? I could make you-“

He was looking at you over the edge of his laptop.

You shook your head. “No thanks.” The thought of Lando Norris standing there in your kitchen making you eggs and toast was too much to bear.

He watched as you boosted yourself onto the kitchen counter. “You’re so funny,” he murmured and you shot him a look before pulling out your phone.

“I love the view out of the window.”

You looked up (as if it hadn’t been the background to your entire childhood) and looked at him, nodding. “The best view of the house,” you smiled.

“I don’t think so,” he was getting up to run a hand up your leg and you pushed him away, giggling. “You’re awful. What’s your plan for today?” You ask.

“Not much. Emails. Then gym at 4.”

You found yourself gazing at him again and zoned back in when he called your name again. “Sorry?” You blushed a little.

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to do anything today if you’re not busy.”

“Oh.” You paused. “I wanted to go grocery shopping. But that’s probably boring for you.” You let out a little giggle at his face. He always looked so endearing when you thought you were being boring.

“Any Saturday spent with you is never boring.” He was giggling and you swatted his chest as you walked past. “Calm it.”

He grabbed you. “Hey,” he whispered, arms wrapping around your waist. You smiled at him. “Hey,” you replied softly. His lips pressed against yours and you melted a little. “Let’s go do your boring grocery shopping,” he joked and picked up the car keys. You ran to change out of your pajamas.

⛲️💫🍵🏹

You put on an Otis Redding album, murmuring along before you were at the local Tesco. You picked up a basket and he linked his arm through yours.

As Lando was checking through the different options of sugar-free peanut butter, you got on your tiptoes to pick the jar of crunchy peanut butter off the shelf. His hand rested on your lower back as he reached for it.

⛲️💫🍵🏹

You were curled up on the couch as he kept on sighing with the emails. You paused your TikTok scrolling. “What’s up?”

“These people are fucking crazy.” He sighed and shut it closed.

You laughed and he did too. He wrapped his arms around you. You could hear the dog barking next door.

“Have I ever told you…” he began kissing your cheek. He was kissing your neck now and you were curling into his touch. “Hmm?” You said, absentmindedly, and he laughed against your neck. “Stop zoning out.”

“I can’t help it!” You protested. “You make my mind go blank when you start looking at me like that.”

He took that as a very big compliment and started pulling you into his lap.

You were interrupted by a knock on the door and you pulled back, staring at him quizzically.

“Fuck. Nutritionist.”

You flicked his ear and laughed when he pulled you up from the couch and kissed you deeply. You pushed him away.

⛲️💫🍵🏹

A few hours later, you were standing in the bar with him and sniffling along to the singer. He was singing along, quietly, like everyone else with a beer in hand, and he was standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. Two friends had invited you last minute and you had ditched the night in to come and support this upcoming band.

“Love you,” he whispered and you leaned up to kiss him.

The singer pointed at the two of you and you both smiled wide.

⛲️💫🍵🏹

In the car on the way home, you pointed out the lipstick that stained the top of the collar of his shirt. He grinned.

⛲️💫🍵🏹

He was pushing you against the wall and you were protesting, making him lock the front door and take you out of view from the glass panel. Rain was beginning to patter against the windows and you shivered deliciously as he ran a hand up your shirt.

“Can I make it up to you for this afternoon?” He murmured, head burying into your neck, and you were muttering something stupid, nodding, and his hand was running under your skirt and he grasped the lacy edge of your underwear on your hip, his hands warm and his heart beating fast.

His lips were pressing against yours and your bodies were moving fluidly, in sync, his touch earth-shattering.

Leading you to your bedroom, he pushed you back against the sheets, your hair fanning out, contrasting the crisp white.

Sliding off your skirt and your underwear, his eyes were dark, a cheeky grin on his face before his lips pressed against your lower stomach, then to your thighs, and the cocktails were making you grip his hair and shove his face in between your legs. He moaned at the rough action, and your heart dropped hearing the vibration against your pussy.

“Pretty,” he murmured before he was groaning about how wet you were and you might have been on fire the way his tongue was moving.

“Just… there.” You gasped and whimpered and you were on the edge of the precipice before he was gone, and you took a deep breath, prepared to beg.

He moved up again and he was kissing you; you could taste yourself on his tongue and you were helping him take off his jeans, and his underwear, and you took his hard cock in your hands, swiping at your pussy before grasping him, up and down. When he felt your arousal on his cock he let out a loud moan, and you wanted him so desperately you might have sacrificed anything.

“Baby,” you murmured, and his hips were moving before you went let go and get on your knees; he was moving you into his lap and he met your entrance. You moaned, and he was bouncing you up and down on his cock.

“Oh, you feel so good,” he sighed, and you were agreeing loudly before you felt that familiar tightness in your stomach and you were all open mouths and whispering wildly dirty things before he was murmuring for you to come and you obliged, falling apart on top of him as his finger went to meet your clit, and you wriggled with nearly too much pleasure. Then his breath was faltering, and his hips were slowing, and you felt him come inside you, moaning into his ear as his big hands gripped your shoulders.

He kissed you, pulling you into him. “Love you, baby.” He whispered, and you were giggling, out of breath.

⛲️💫🍵🏹

The coffee machine was the first thing you went for the next morning, and as he appeared in the doorway of the homely kitchen with a stupid little look of strictness on his face you laughed out loud, offering him his cappuccino, a peace offering.

hope you enjoyed ⚡️❤️‍🔥🙏 please like, comment and reblog!!! soooo appreciated.

masterlist

[clever-fox-studios]

Fatass art dump time continues of all the neat things I made while in the SAMS server. I'm not active now, as I've stated before (somewhere) but it does have a special place in my crusty dusty heart for getting me out of a massive art block phase I was in; I did so much art while in that group, it was unreal. If you knew me irl, I'd maybe draw one picture every two or three months, it felt like, so the sheer volume of nonsense I generated, the styles I developed and designs I fell in love with will always be because of that goofy server

First off, memes! Starting with my favorite that still makes me wheeze

I only grabbed a handful of my favorites, as mobile only let's me upload 10 pics at a time

I have no idea why I drew this thing, but Bio!Hazard Killcode ended up being a favorite "why tf not" design I did even though I will probably never draw him again because details

Lucky Blocks was one of the first vids I watched of the show so I commemorated it by drawing Sun's non-canon son, the proto-star

And then later decided we needed more Eclipse Rizz and drew Eclipse and Solar (mechanic Eclipse) in corset vests because I had a problem and needed to make it everyone else's. you can probably tell I was really getting into my DCA art style given how much I could draw it across the board with all the characters (though I never drew KC in my Legacy style now that I think about it--)

Anyway... moving on to probably my favorite thing to come out of that art stampede:

CRUNCHY ART

I get really into monochrome + crosshatching cuz my style works incredibly well with bold lines and grayscale for some unholy reason

Really love the yandere vibes this still gives off; Eclipse, you petty bitch /pos

Pretty sure we all know when this dropped, cuz it was within two days of the vid posting

But before then, we got the OG crunchy: the scariest moment in all of SAMS (to me) that literally made me jump. I coined it the "Junji Ito" art style because it was the vibes I was going for

It worked out exceptionally well for poor KC as well, that time he was modified by The Creator while he was just vibing in Moon's body, minding his own business

I think that was all of it. Well, except stills from that (unfinished) animatic but that's on Youtube now so I probably don't need to post those on their own... maybe??

[the-starry-seas]

headcanons about Bee, Star, and Winter, because I've been talking about them with @loverboy-havocboy and I love them tbh

Bee:

His hair is long enough to be halfway down his back in a braid. When he's nervous, he reaches behind his back to tug at the end of his braid.

He likes the taste of nuts but not the crunchy texture so he just. Eats an extraordinary amount of peanut butter. His favourite candy are Reese's cups.

Do not trust him to cook, he will set things on fire and have no idea how it happened. But he's really good at finding recipes that everybody loves and follows a bunch of cooking blogs.

He has like seven bottles of screen cleaner on his desk and he never uses any of them, he just keeps cleaning his glasses on his shirt.

All his non-work outfits are open-back to show off his tattoo. For fancy black-tie events, he puts his hair up in updos with a bunch of glittery pins. His favourite set of pins are gold ones that are shaped like bees.

He wants more tattoos but he's worried about not liking them once he has them. He's most likely to get a matching tattoo with one of his squad or a lover.

The first time he smelled vanilla extract, he took a shot from the bottle because obviously it would taste so much better- Anyway there were real tears and he still gets a little :/ whenever he smells vanilla candles.

He loves pine-scented everything. One year he flirts his way into getting all the chopped-off branches from a Christmas tree tent and it's the best Christmas of his life.

Star:

He has anxiety that tends to manifest as anger issues and Winter is the only one who can calm him down. He hates that he still gets angry about Winter but mostly he's scared that he might somehow hurt Winter.

Cheetos guy. He will go through a family-sized bag of Cheetos in two minutes or less. It's honestly impressive. Winter got him a set of those finger guards and Star unironically loves them.

The first time he went to an arcade, he tried all afternoon to win a five-foot-tall stuffed panda and ended up just paying $100 to the guy running the counter to give it to him. His name is Bamboo.

He can tell owls apart by their calls but he doesn't like other birds. He specifically doesn't like the way their heads bob when they walk, he thinks it's weird.

He keeps getting commercial jingles stuck in his head and he really hates it. Sometimes he hums them when he's brushing his teeth and Winter is like "...what on earth is that" and then Star has to pout about it being even more stuck in his head because he thought about it.

He started fencing in high school and competed all the way until graduation. After that be took a break for a few years before he joined a local team and started competing again. He has a massive collection of foils and swords on display at home.

He has a jewellery care sheet taped up next to the bathroom mirror and takes his rings for cleaning every other month. It's the thing he takes most seriously in his life. He doesn't wear anything but his rings.

He does, however, wear black smoky eyeliner and lipstick. It's his favourite way to accessorise. For special occasions, he breaks out candy-red lipstick.

Winter:

In addition to his rings, he wears a locket with pictures of his twins. He was scared about them meeting Star, because Winter would have ended any relationship if his kids didn't like the other guy, and Star could be difficult. But they all got along so it's good!

He has a motorcycle, specifically a candy-red Honda Gold Wing. His riding outfit is a matching candy-red helmet and leather cowboy boots, a black leather jacket, a light blue button-down, and black jeans.

Tuesday evenings are for dining out. He has a list of restaurants he wants to try and keeps reviews of them all in a notebook so he can remember which ones he liked and what their best food is.

He picked out transparent reading glasses on a whim because they seemed cool and novel. He loses them constantly. He refuses to get another pair as long as they still work, to the annoyance of just about everyone around him.

Loves the beach but is scared of the deep ocean. There's shit down there that he simply doesn't want to know about.

Unironically thinks that Bigfoot might exist.

He puts paper umbrellas in all his drinks. Also he keeps forgetting to drink water so he adds in powdered mixes. He likes fruit flavours for those, but his favourite Gatorade flavour is light blue and he has exactly zero idea what it tastes like.

An entire bookcase in his office is dedicated to all the Father's Day gifts that the twins got him. He puts another bookcase next to it for anniversary gifts.

[allthemonsterhighdolls]

Is There Something About Avea I Don't Know?

I've been collecting odd bits and pieces for various projects lately and that has, to my mixed feelings, meant a lot of time on Mercari. I don't hate the site, like some people, and certainly prefer it to eBay for things I want, but meh.* Scalpers, man. And their customer service could use some work. Still, what'cha gonna do?

So I go on to check on an order and the first item in the "things you might like" section is an Avea Trotter doll, wings and leg guards missing, hair looking a tad crunchy-but-fixable**...for $22.

WTF? I am not used to dolls with only one release being that damn cheap unless they're missing arms, have chopped hair, and are covered with pen.

Needless to say, I snagged her and have already planned out what she's going to turn into.

No sooner had I finished buying her and gone back to check on something else when another Avea showed up in even better condition! Great looking hair, missing only the leg guards and one wing! Only $30! I would seriously have expected her to be priced at $60!

Yes, I bought her too.

In going on to review my most recent purchases I have seen three Avea Trotters priced $19-$20 and only one has been in the sort of condition I would expect to pay that price for. The others are great! One of them is even in better condition than the two I got - the only thing she's missing is the wings and she comes with her diary!

$20!!!!!!!

And I just...I don't get it! Is there something Up with this doll that I don't know? Is it officially "get rid of your centaur" month? I mean, yes, missing wings, yadda yadda, but I've seen non-rare versions of Rochelle with missing wings where people are asking more!

Anyway, if you ever really wanted an Avea Trotter and feel her feathery arms are harpy enough for state work, I guess now's the time to get a Mercari account?

*Don't get me started on my hate-tolerate relationship with Amazon. That one is actually personal, given that I was working in a book store in the Seattle region when Bezos started up. I do acknowledge that he employs a lot of people who deserve to be able to eat, though.

** The picture was misleading - it just needs a brush run through it.

[blackbirdffxiv]

how do you even edit a gpose, like what do you do to edit it

Everyone handles editing differently; you see some who do heavy edits such as drawing on clothing, repainting hair completely (usually using a hair mod as a base), even parts of the body (and I mean EVERYTHING, bits and all).

Now I primarily focus on enhancements/fixing; like I do things like highlighting and contouring the natural light and shadow in the gpose, or I add shimmer on the body to emphasize texture (especially a wet texture), or shading the body to emphasize muscle. The most dramatic I've done as far as edits go is simply trying to hide things like clipping or blurring out clashing textures cuz of crunchy limbs, etc.

I am still learning how to edit myself, so my basic route is "fuck around and find out". There's no better method than simply practicing and getting to understand the tools you're using yourself, and finding what works for you.

I will also add this, because I seriously wish someone kept reminding me of this when I first got into editing; you do not need fancy editing to make a good gpose. I've only started editing my pictures three months ago and I've done fairly well with just reshade and mods alone.

[princessjungeun]

lily as your girlfriend

*i was thinking of her today and i needed to post something…i’ll edit for spelling and grammar eventually*

🪷 you sat in front of her in geology lecture which you didn’t actually know but lily very much did

🪷 which is also how she ended up failing the first quiz…she was too busy staring at you

🪷 she wanted to introduce herself but chickened out every time she got close enough to do it

🪷 so she just crushed on you from afar

🪷 that was until you both went to the first LGBTQ+ alliance meeting on campus and she saw you

🪷 and coincidentally you sat next to her which made her NERVOUS. like so nervous that your first conversation went a little something like this:

�� “hi im lily” “oh hey i’m y/n” “i know- wait no that sounds creepy- i know as in you sit in front of me in geology lecture so…i know you from class” “oh really i didn’t even know, that’s so cool. maybe we can study together some time” “i- yeah- i can- we can…yes please…i’m sorry that entire conversation was so awkward….” “it’s okay, you’re cute”

🪷 yeah that last part had her face RED

🪷 you two did in fact become study buddies for geology which she learned was a topic of interest for you

🪷 so a lot of the times when you two studied you went on little tangents about rocks or geologic processes

🪷 and even though lily understood 10% of whatever your spiel was about, she listened and gave her full attention with that loving look in her eyes

🪷 because although she had no idea what the fuck you meant by ‘a‘ā and pahoehoe lava flows, she was more than happy to hear you talk about them

🪷 lily ended up confessing first and it was so cute because she didn’t realize she admitted it when she did

🪷 she was shocked to find out you liked her too because she was convinced you were out of her league or something

🪷 it took half the semester for you two to get together though because you were those “i need a girlfriend” “yeah me too” *doesn’t do anything about it* gays

🪷 but you two were cute together

🪷 you two explore around your campus and off campus all the time

🪷 so many picnic dates

🪷 even more bookstore dates

🪷 she’s not huge on PDA as in like kissing in public is a no

🪷 but she will hold onto your arm as you walk or she’ll hold your hand

🪷 she does this thing where she gets super shy when you look especially gorgeous— like she’ll look at you then start giggling and covering her face then she’ll look away and it’s that over and over while she is telling you that you’re too beautiful

🪷 you do the same thing but it’s more subtle and it catches her off guard every time because you find her most beautiful when she’s not trying

🪷 like she’ll be writing notes on the other side of her room and you just go “lils look at me” and she does and your eyes go soft and you’re all “you’re so beautiful” and she’s all “🙈 naur dont do that while i’m doing homework”

🪷 you’re both total bookworms and probably the dorkiest people your friends know

🪷 one time her best friend jiyoon invited you both to double date with her girlfriend and you both declined because you were in a HEATED game of scrabble

🪷 then another time you two had a friend intervention because you were both pulling all nighters to read novels. all because lily claimed she could read more books than you in a month.

🪷 you both tied for 5 novels in a month and have yet to reach a tie breaker after 2 years.

🪷 she makes so many corny crunchy annoyingly embarrassing dad jokes that are SO bad it’s actually impressive

🪷 both of you use cheesy ass pickup lines on each other just to see who can do it worse

🪷 she will randomly text you things that remind her of you but it’s never all cute and fluffy like you see in tiktoks or tweets

🪷 one time she sent you a picture of a praying mantis and said it’s face reminded her of you and you replied ???? thanks? and she was like you’re welcome :D

🪷 both of you love movie nights and have had like 40 harry potter and star wars marathons

🪷 she’s not a theater kid but she loves watching musicals

🪷 she’s made you watch phantom of the opera so many times now that you know it all word for word

🪷 you never made it through the first hour of the sound of music because you fall asleep every time

🪷 it took nearly three months for you to learn that lily can SING

🪷 she mentioned it once when you very first met her but all she said was “i sing a little when i’m alone in my room”

🪷 when she said that you expected a little song on a ukulele

🪷 you went expecting her to completely obliterate you in karaoke during a LGBTQ+ alliance club sponsored karaoke night

🪷 she was all shy when she said she was going to sing empire state of mind and next next thing you know she had the whole room silent

🪷 lily steals all of your hoodies but she gives them back in exchange for a different one

🪷 you don’t mind because they smell like her which is comforting…plus you steal her beanies so you can call it even

🪷 pinky promises

🪷 matching bead bracelets you made at 3 AM on a tuesday just because you wanted to have something matching that you made for her

🪷 cuddles are her favorite thing

🪷 when you sleep you hug her closer to your body which makes her so giddy she feels like she’s gonna burst

🪷 weekends are her favorites for that reason— you waking up next to her with your legs tangled together and bodies pressed against one another like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly into place

🪷 and you just end up giggling and kicking each other lightly after waking up

🪷 even when you both feel like you look the most bummy— in the morning with messy hair and crust in your eyes— that’s somehow also when you both think the other is stunning

🪷 you two use pet names but keep the typical ones for private only

🪷 so in public lily is quick to call you “gremlin”

🪷 but when you’re home she’s right back to “my love” or “babe”

🪷 you will call her something like “hobbit”

🪷 when you’re home you call her “jin” which is only acceptable from you

🪷 she’s quick to playfully hit anyone who calls her jin but when it’s you— something about the way you say it makes her all soft and mushy inside and she doesn’t understand it but she loves it

🪷 she get all embarrassed when you call her “baby” so you only ever say it when you two are alone and even then it’s just a mumble against her lips before you kiss her or right when you’re saying goodnight

🪷 you’re her first everything and she is yours too so things are definitely awkward and wrong but you both figure things out eventually

🪷 it’s cute though— your first kiss was just you both asking “is this okay” then going in for it then shying away until literally having to do a 1-2-3 count for it and after you two fell out laughing because you were so scared over something you realized wasn’t all that scary

🪷 all in all you two just enjoy the bliss that is young love. holding onto one another’s hearts and promising not to let them go.

[danbisroom]

Ep. 1 - Autumn People

Hello everyone,

I hope to find you all well.

Firstly I’m going to introduce myself and this blog.

I am Danbi, and I’ve been having this project in mind for a while now. As some of you might imagine this blog is inspired by Chan’s Room, a weekly Sunday live hosted by Stray Kids’ leader Bang Christopher Chan. Unfortunately, last May, Chris had to stop his weekly lives after years of activity.

I deeply miss Chan’s Room and the safe space it was for many of us, so finally I made up my mind to do somehing similar myself, even if in written form. I hope it can become a safe space where we can interact and support each other, not only between Stays (Stray Kids’ fans), but including every person who will pass by.

Each and every week I’m going to post a sort of letter inspired by a topic found along the way - it would be amazing if during the next few weeks it came out from the community itself!

To conclude this introduction, I will explain why I’m starting now. The first episode of Chan’s Room was on the first Sunday of 2019, five years ago. Today’s the first Sunday of 2024.

Now, let’s get to today’s topic: Autumn people. Autumn people? “Cozy people”, if you will. Healing people. People who make you calm and warm, like a cup of chocolate gently sipped sat under a fuzzy blanket on an Autumn afternoon, during the blue hour.

Since I live in the Northern hemisphere that picture especially reminds me of October, even if this year October’s been pretty hot to be honest. We really need to work hard on fighting climate change. Anyway, I’m digressing.

This whole concept of the Autumn person made its way into my mind quite naturally, but slowly, until recently I finally connected some dots and came up with a name that could represent this feeling. It was a relief. I don’t know if that happens to you too, but I often have some “pictures” in my brain that I tend to associate together without exactly knowing how and why. So yeah, putting these images together and giving them a name was both a surprise and a serendipity. It happened a few days ago, on a night when I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was because of that, my mind needed to give birth to this name, Autumn people. After I wrote that down I finally managed to fall asleep.

I guess I’ve instinctively chosen Autumn because it’s my favourite season, despite the shorter days: the weather cools off, you can wear hoodies and walk on fallen crunchy leaves while admiring the beautiful warm colours of the ones which are still on the trees. The air is crispy and if there is some sun it gently caresses your cheeks while making everything glow with its slanted and golden rays. I find that very refreshing.

Another reason why I’ve chosen Autumn is that some people I deeply care about were born during this season, specifically just then, in October.

The amazing woman who I consider my bigger sister marks the last days of the month - her birthday is also the day where my mom found out she was pregnant with me. It’s really a match made in heaven. She’s my pillar, someone who always gives me good advice and reminds me to be strong and responsible when I can’t manage to keep up with adult life. A literal angel who appeared in my life when I needed her the most, after spending my childhood praying for the older sibling I never had.

In the middle of October there was another miracle: the incredible woman I consider my younger sister fought for her life since her first second on Earth and won. She did not only live but grew up to be a beautiful strong butterfly, who the immense generosity of the universe made enter my existence, sprinkling glitters of joy on my days, with her marvelous delicate wings. She’s my healing person, who always manages to put a smile on my face and make me feel at ease. She was a ray of sunshine in a moment of my life where I was at my lowest, again, after spending my childhood praying also for the little sister I never had.

Lastly, but as a grand opening for the month of October, we can’t forget the birthday of the man who inspired this blog, our wonderful Chris. Even if I don’t know him personally I’m deeply grateful to him for working so hard, making extraordinary music, caring so much about us and putting Stray Kids together. He’s such a kind and warmhearted person, being always there for others even when he’s the one needing others the most. An incredible artist who never fails to give his art the love it deserves. A friend who never let us down on Sundays, even when he was super busy and tired he showed up for Chan’s Room, giving comfort to everybody.

I hope I can give you even just a hundredth of the peace he conveyed during his lives.

I will conclude here for this first episode - I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know in the comments!

Have a beautiful week, big hug!

Danbi

[d0nutzgg]

Vegetarian Breakfast Recipes

So for those who don't know @emoryvalentine14 (my wife) is vegetarian, and I am not but we respect each other's food choices because we love each other very much.

When Taylor first came to my house, she was used to only eating Knorr Butter Noodles and canned corn and green beans. It honestly, was quite tragic. For those who don't know her story, she comes from a very abusive household and has a mother who is a drug addict. I may post a post about that later. Her mother essentially starved her for 25 years of her life and right now she is only 97lbs (she has gained 4lbs since September which I am very proud of her because autistic beans don't always grow like they should because of food OCD basically)

Anyways, she was terrified of eating new things because of her OCD about textures and tastes so I made her a deal: if you try a bite and don't like it I will never cook it again.

In my teen years I had been a die-hard vegan for 5 years, and so I had a bit of background in cooking vegan (and later vegetarian). I decided I would make it my mission to make her good & healthy vegetarian food.

Fast-forward a few months now from September and she is now trying new things without fussing, up to eating all sorts of good and healthy foods, and raves about how great a cook I am lol.

I would like to share some of her favorite recipes since Valentine's Day just passed!

Breakfast

Vegetarian Bagel with Swiss, Ripe Olives, Sliced Tomato, and Parsley

The picture above at the top of this post is the physical version of this recipe. Tay decided she loves fresh tomatoes but her favorite things are what she calls "toasties."

I try to cook her a good toasty breakfast every morning and this recipe is as follows:

1 slice of fresh roma tomato (thick cut) 1 toasted plain bagel 1 slice swiss cheese 3 - 4 sprigs of fresh Parsley (chopped) 1 small handful of ripe sliced olives (black olives) (optional) 1 or 2 sliced mushrooms (optional) 1 teaspoon / tablespoon of Parmesan Ranch (optional) black pepper to taste on tomato slices To start off I toast the bagel, then I layer it with all the ingredients (washing the parsley and mushrooms very good), and pop it into the microwave for about 30 seconds to melt the cheese and warm the veggies slightly. Then if she wants the Parmesan ranch, I put a small amount on the top bagel (spread it). She also occasionally likes adding some black pepper to taste on the tomatoes.

Lunch

Taylor is a huge fan of salads so one of her favorites right now is fruity salads with her Parmesan ranch lol.

Berry-Delightful Garden Salad

This beautiful salad features fresh blackberries and blueberries, a few sliced / cubed apples, and a lot of cheese which is Taylor's favorite.

Ingredients:

1/2 cup blackberries, fresh 1/4 cup blueberries, fresh 2 cups of Garden Salad blend with carrots and red cabbage 1 handful of toasted almonds 1/4 cup feta cheese 1 handful of mozzarella cheese (skim) 1 teaspoon of grated parmesan Parmesan Ranch or Avocado Ranch to taste (optional) cubed Hass Avocados

Preparation:

Wash everything, then put the garden salad in, the berries in, and the almonds in, layer it with the cheeses, put some cubed Avocados in, and then top with ranch to taste.

Dinner

Gardein Chick'n Tender Sandwich

This is Tay's new favorite dinner. I cooked her this for Valentine's Day and she absolutely loves the vegan tenders on it.

Ingredients:

4 Gardein Vegan Chick'n Tenders 2 slices of Roma Tomatoes 1 handful of Feta Cheese 1 slice of Swiss 1 teaspoon of Parmesan Ranch 2 Kings Hawaiian Buns

Recipe:

Cook the tenders how it says on the bag. We like the oven method because it makes them crunchy. Wash the tomato, slice it. Spread Parmesan ranch over toasted King's Hawaiian buns, then put the cheeses down, the tomatoes, and then put the chicken tenders on it when they're done. Really I just flip the sandwich because it's easier, otherwise the ingredients are hard to layer.

Conclusion

If you like the recipes I mentioned, feel free to ask for more. I may be posting quite a bit including what we spoil our cats with which is recipes I make for them (that are kitty friendly!). Hint: plain Prosciutto, string mozzarella, and Friskies is delicious to them. (I make it into kitty prosciutto wraps!)

Thanks :D also I love you @emoryvalentine14

[casidisjourney]

Why did I start 75HARD? I can’t remember the first time I saw it, I’m thinking it must have been two or three years ago. I’ve seen many fitness challenges and none of them ever felt intriguing to me in the same way that 75HARD does.

I always had a reason that I couldn’t start. I didn’t have time to workout. I wanted to be able to drink for the holidays. I wanted to drink with my friends for the summer. I wanted to drink for my birthday. I go to my parents house every Sunday for dinner, and we bond over my step fathers cooking, which is amazing. I didn’t want to jeopardize that family bonding by going on a diet, and it didn’t feel right to ask them to cook differently for me.

Even so, it would pop up somewhere on social media and I’d be reminded of it a couple times a year. Each time I’d look into it, sometimes check out the creators website, I’d tell myself I’d start first thing tomorrow. But tomorrow came, and I’d forgotten or used one of the reasons above as to why I didn’t want to do it, why it wasn’t the right time, why I couldn’t do it.

And the challenge would fall to the back of my mind again. Until last month, I saw a video of a girl who posted what she looked like when she started and when she ended the challenge. She captioned it “75HARD is the best thing that ever happened to me.” Her body had definitely changed, but it was her face that I was struck by. She had a smirk and a look of pure confidence in her eyes. I think this is why it’s the only fitness ‘trend’ that has ever kept my attention. It felt bigger than just your body. Everyone who completed it would talk about how it changed their life. Because at the end of the day, the creator says it isn’t a challenge about fitness - it’s about mental toughness. He says it’s simple, but it’s hard.

Anyways, it was still circling around in my head. I bought the creators book, and I started really thinking about it. My therapist gave me the great suggestion to plan a start day so that I could prepare, rather than impulsively deciding to start the next morning. I hadn’t fully decided if I wanted to do the challenge.

The reasons I already stated of course still applied, but there was also one more thing. I had started to feel the impact of my dad being dead, as I do every time the weather gets colder. He died in November, we had his funeral on Thanksgiving. I also deal with fairly severe seasonal depression. This time of year is particularly hard for me and the idea of not being able to use alcohol to cope with the sadness was scary.

But here’s the thing. I realized that maybe drinking is easier, but it’ll be seven years in three weeks and I still haven’t fully processed my fathers death. My dad was the chillest person I’ve ever met. He said he wanted to have a party instead of a funeral. I know for a fact that he would be devastated to know that seven years later I’m still grieving as if it was just yesterday. It wouldn’t feel comforting to him at all to know that I’ve spent 6 years drinking, crying, and isolating myself every winter and thanksgiving.

I thought maybe things could be different this year. Two 45-minute stretches of time are actually not that hard to fit in once you choose to prioritize yourself. Walking counts, and that’s what I usually do. I walk 4-5 miles a day and I feel myself reconnect with nature. Most of the time I put my phone away and just use the time to think and appreciate the beauty of the trees and crunchy leaves on the ground. A gallon of water means some planning, but it’s definitely do-able. Reading a book and taking a progress picture are easy and take basically no time out of my day. And lastly, the Mediterranean diet included things I really enjoy - which includes fruit, nuts, and so many other things that I didn’t want to cut out of my diet. It’s actually been incredibly simple to adjust - the biggest thing is that I don’t eat processed food, junk food, fried food, and I’ve limited myself to only eat red meat 3-4 times a month. Nothing is truly off limits within the diet, but moderation is definitely key. It means I can eat most of what my parents cook because even if they have red meat every time, I can still eat it. They already use brown rice, whole wheat products, and lots of olive oil. My dad step is Italian so it actually matched up quite well.

I started the book before I started the challenge, and once my start day came, I was so excited about changing my life that there wasn’t any hesitation. I realized I could keep making excuses… not just for the challenge, but everything in my life, or I could get my shit done. It’s day 23 and I can already say it’s changed my entire life.

Oh, and I found out that I had Covid a day before my planned start day. I felt sick, and would’ve have every reason to say “welp this isn’t even my fault, this is an entirely reasonable excuse to cancel my plans.” But the things I read in the book were still in my head, I planned specifically so it would end right before Christmas, and even though I felt like shit, I’ve definitely felt worse. So I started a day later, but I still started. It’s just as simple to find an excuse as it is to find a reason to keep going… so you just need to decide what you can live with.

[levisblackbabe]

Headcanons of Aot boys with a black gf

Characters: Eren Jeager , Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Connie Springer and Jean Kirstein x fem black reader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, slight angst, deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Language, a bit toxic, slightly suggestive

Wc: 1500+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

Eren Jeager (The lowkey Toxic one)

· Lowkey scared of y/n because she reminds him of Levi when she is angry, and he knows she will beat his ass if necessary

· Started out as friends but he has always liked y/n

· He initially asked you out as a dare and you only found out after 6 weeks where you broke up 😐

· This legit started the cycle of breaking and getting back together (he never cheated though just a lil bit toxic)

· He is very possessive and controlling which also lead to your break ups

· Even though you have your ups and down he is mostly a good boyfriend

· He plays basketball so every time he is practising on his own, he asks you to be there for rebounds (in reality he just wants you near him baso 24/7)

· Loves your smell so he steals those items might be your lotion, hair products or perfume

· Loves your natural hair and just touches it without permission after a couple times you just gave up telling him off

· He was confused on why you changed your hair so often

· When you guys first started dating you came with box braids rather then your usual bun and he deadass thought you were somebody else 💀he was so confused on why this stranger was touching him up (this mf loyal cuz he was ready to punch you)

· He was soooo scared of meeting your parents (had to call Armin to ask for advice)

· Your family at first didn’t like him cuz of the constant breaking up but they grew to tolerate him (however your older brother doesn’t)

· Loves taking pictures of you during facetime, golden hour or whenever and saves them in a folder (simp)

· Loves your cooking soo much that he goes collect tubber ware of food worth a week and stocks up his fridge

· He loves when you speak to him in another language so he pisses you off so you can cuss him out in your native tongue

· He barely calls your name its either babe or some cringey name like bubbs or something (however if you hear your full name leave his month rip)

Armin Artlet (The simp)

· SHY BAE that’s it

· He was your English tutor and has always had a crush on you

· He wanted to ask you out on a date, but he shy and thought you won’t like white boys

· You asked him instead cuz you fell for his ocean blue eyes (I mean who wouldn’t)

· In the beginning you had to take the initiative a lot cuz he wanted to respect your boundaries but after a while he grew comfortable and took the lead

· He LOVES your natural hair and knows your wash day schedule, so he always offers to help anyway possible

· He was absolutely scared of meeting your family cuz once again he white 😐 however everyone loved him

· He most definitely invited to the family reunion

· Your aunts adore him and they always talking about you as a baby to him

· He always doing late night ft calls with you, and he WON’T hang up cuz he wants to see your face when you wake up

· Armin is a giver, so he always offers to buy thigs for your and just buy gifts at least once a week

· He also loves cooking for and with you (once you had a cooking competition and technically, he is a better cook, but he let you win)

· He likes sending random pictures of things you like and remind him of you

· He happily takes pictures of you (photographer Armin)

· You guys have a pet turtle called Mickey 🐢

· His nicknames for you are beautiful, pretty and stuff like that

· Just overall fluff

Levi Ackerman (the co-worker)

· You guys have been co-workers for 2 years actually

· You thought he hated you but in reality, he does he just acts stingy towards cuz he is Levi 😐 (some serious enemies to lovers vibe)

· He didn’t confess and never would have but due to a drunken Hange letting it slip during a hang out with your co-workers you found out

· He deadass ignored you for a week like if he saw you, he would turn into Houdini and disappear

· However, you once caught him distracted and forced him to talk to you

· Reluctantly so he spoke the truth and asked you out (thought he seemed angry about it)

· Now you guys have happily been dating

· Everyone in your office finds you lucky cuz Levi is the finest man in the office heck the world (if he was real, I would leave my bf 😭)

· He actually has a 5-year-old daughter (DILF! Levi) and told you why he never said anything about his feeling was because you know single dad and shiz

· After 6 weeks you met his babygirl and she is the cutest she loves you considering she never had much of a mother figure in her life

· His daughter is mixed so he knows how to deal with natural hair thanks to YouTube, so he sometimes helps with yours (such a good dad)

· But now that you are here you offer to do any protective styles and give him tips

· Levi isn’t very open, but he expresses his love to you with physical touch, acts of service or gifts

· However, he speaks very softly to his daughter he seems different

· Due to his love language being touch he loves petting your hair (only when you have protective styles) and putting his head on it ( he is tall in my head okay)

· He loves having you in close proximity to you and just somehow touching you

· Him and your dad really hit it off because they both have daughters

· Your aunts are lowkey infatuated with him

· Loves making breakfast for you but due to your busy schedule he just buys your coffee in the morning

· He will never tell you, but he has trouble falling asleep but when you sleepover he actually has a full nights rest (he has silk sheets just for you)

· He might seem closed off, but you know he loves you due to the little things

Connie Springer (the bestfriend)

a/n I just want to say Connie will be of Hispanic heritage for the sake of this headcanon also because all the fanfics I read about him he is portrayed as Hispanic I just write him like this however this isn’t to offend anyone or play onto stereotypes.

· You guys have been besties since freshman year high school

· You hooked up freshman year of college and been dating ever since

· Nothing really changed in your dynamic other than the fact yall kiss and do the deed

· Like you legit call each other insults though Connie likes calling slime and bubbs

· You jokingly calling each other baby mama and baby daddy (manifesting kids but whatever)

· Speaking of kids, you have plushies that you call kids and rotate them around (they are from your arcade date)

· Loves being on call with you when he is playing because it helps calm him down and not break his tv (anger issues much)

· HYPEMAN if you are looking fine asf he will hype you up so much and offer to take pictures for the gram

· You have a joint TikTok account where you reaching 10k and just do dumb couple stuff its cringey but cute (Same goes for your joint spam account where you guys just do silly things together)

· He always asks to do your hair which you repetitively deny keeping in mind last time you let him he nearly ripped off half your scalp

· Late nights drives happen a lot so you can vent and have a heart to heart under the stars, you guys also just vibe to the music and might spend hours in silence looking at the city lights and dancing

· If you fall asleep on him or in the drive back he becomes really cute and soft and just says you are beautiful and that he loves you in Spanish (ugh my heart)

· He only speaks Spanish when he wants to be cute and knows you won’t understand

· Your family have always liked him so when you guys started dating everyone was like ‘FINALLY’ (same with his family)

· Some type of kid’s movie marathon once a month cuz being a child is great

· Its just overall jokes

Jean Kirstein (Mr Doesn’t Give Up)

· Kept asking you out for a year until you gave in, he was so excited he kissed you straightaway

· He was so nervous in your first date, but he was a gentleman opening doors etc (whoever said chivalry was dead 🤨)

· Nearly said I love you on the first date considering he has liked you for a year, but he held it in

· However, he did get a kiss goodnight on the cheek (he was grinning like a fool)

· Loves the fact that you change your hair so much and so often that he happily gives recommendations and offers to help you out

· He is the overprotective type of boyfriend so he was reluctant on you meeting his friends especially Eren, but you reassured him that you wouldn’t be swayed (still icky about you hanging with Eren though)

· He adores playing pc games with you and you have a little family in Sims4 which is cute

· He now has a skincare routine because you introduced him to it (he said he didn’t need one cuz he has a ‘handsome face’ but he secretly started one lol

· He also steals your body lotion and legit smells like you (smh)

· His wrist always has a silk crunchie in case you need it, and, in his car, he has a bag with essentials for you such as pads, edge control, etc

· He calls you cute pet names but also the occasional insults as a joke

· He is lowkey rich, so he happily spoils you to fancy dinners and more

· He also likes going back to the basics so picnic dates in the spring and summer are common he says he cooks them but in reality, it’s his mum

· Your mum absolutely adores him cuz he is a ‘charmer’

· He likes facetiming you when he is working out so he can show up, but you just ignore him and continue doing what you are doing

· Like Eren he has a folder filled of mugs of you

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[thewritetofreespeech]

MC + Cursed Toddler-fied Boys

prompt: All the boys suffer the same fate as Satan by reading ‘The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’

Lucifer

You have to wonder why they kept so many cursed books around, just out like this. You would think, like any normal person, with this continuing to happen, that they would keep them locked up or something. But no. They just leave them out for anyone to find….

“I’m going to the meeting!” Lucifer yelled, stamping his foot. His face twist in a petulant frown. It would be rather adorable, if you hadn’t been arguing with him for the past 20 minutes

“Lucifer, we talked about this. You can’t go to the meeting. You need to stay here.”

“No! I wanna go to the meeting! It’s very important and everyone is counting on me!” His arms are wailing now as he stamped his foot more.

Of course, you couldn’t let him go to the first of the month meeting like this. His pride would be wounded beyond compare if anyone else saw him like this. But reasoning with him wasn’t working. You had to resort to more, unsavory tactic to win. “But the meeting was cancelled. Lord Diavolo called earlier to let me know.”

Lucifer stopped stamping his feet and waving his arms to look at you with a vacant expression you didn’t know he could muster. “Really?”

Gods help you. “Yes, really.”

He seemed to think about this for a moment before he beamed, “ok!” His mood instantly brightening. “I believe you, because [Y/N] would never lie to me.” ‘Forgive me Lucifer’ You think to yourself. “What are we gonna do instead then?”

“Why don’t we play a game instead to pass the time? Would you like that?”

“I know chess!” He exclaimed loudly. “Let’s play that.”

Of course, knowing and being good at it were two different things. In this state you were actually able to beat Lucifer several times. When he retuned to normal the day was ‘conveniently’ put away for sometime after.

Mammon

“Mammon. Please. I’ll just be gone for a minute.”

“Nooooooo!” Mammon wailed when you tried to get up again. Clinging to your waist tightly to keep you on the couch. “Onii-chan said you had to stay with me! Stay with me! Stay with me!”

After reading The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization, Mammon had, of course, reverted to the personality of a small child. His brother made fun of him, say ‘what’s the difference’, but Lucifer knew that this could be a disaster if he was set to wander free in this state across the Devildom. So he sat you to babysit him.

“Mammon, I promise I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get us some snacks for our movie.”

“Then let me come with you!” He whined, still clinging to you. In this state it seemed he had also taken on the personality of a baby duck. Imprinting on you and following you around everywhere you went in his room. He hadn’t left you alone for 5 seconds since he got this way. “I promise I’ll be good!”

“It’s not a question of you being good or bad Mammon-chan.” He liked to be called Mammon-chan right now. “It’s that you need to stay here. If someone sees you like this well…they could use it to tease you.”

“No…I don’t want to be teased anymore….” His voice was low, and sad. His bright eyes looking on the verge of tears, like kids do when they’re said, before he buried his face into your side. “Mammon-chan doesn’t want to be made fun of anymore. Mammon-chan also doesn’t want to be alone anymore.”

You sigh. Unable to argue with him when he was like this. Your hand lifted to pet his head, which he seemed to appreciate, before you text Satan to bring you some snacks. He was always reliable and would do it for you.

Once the affects of the book had worn off, Mammon denied any of this happening. The mere mention would cause his face to turn red and yell about how, “that didn’t happen!” You almost wish you had taken a video of it to show him. Guess you would just have to keep Mammon-chan forever in your heart.

Levi

You went to Levi’s room after class to check on him in his….condition.

Since he did remote learning a lot of the time, being an otaku, it was pretty easy to keep him away from people so they did see him in the current state he was in. Apparently as a toddler he didn’t like being around people either.

So, you had set him up comfortably in his room before heading to class. Promising to come back that afternoon to be with him.

“Levi! I’m back! How are you—what are you doing?!?!”

“Playing with my toys.” Levi replied, with an obvious expression, as a sea of toys stretch out in front of him where he laid on his belly on the floor.

Your brain stopped. Completely at a loss for words. Levi was going to kill you when he returned to normal, because toddler-Levi, left unattended, had unboxed nearly all of his figurines from their packaging. Some of which were incredibly rare, and unable to get anymore.

“I just…I mean…Why?? Why would you do this??”

“They’re my toys.” Levi replied with a pout. Sitting up. “I can do what I want with them. What’s the point in having neat toys if you aren’t going to play with them??”

He did have a point there. But adult-Levi was going to be so mad!

“Do you want to play with me?” The demon asked with a hopeful expression. “You can even be blue Ruri-chan.” The limited edition, color swap Ruri-chan from 1999. He was gonna blow a gasket!

“Yeah. Ok.” But then again, when were you ever going to be able to touch them again.

As expected, Levi totally lost it when he came to his senses. Of course, there was no one to blame but himself, in the end, so he just had to be upset and mope alone. Thankfully, none of them were broken or beyond just out of their originally packaging. He bought them all clear showcase boxes for his ‘ruined’ figurines. Some of them he could rebuy to replace; which seemed to make him happy to have two.

Satan

It had been hours since the affects of the book had taken ahold of Satan. You were starting to wonder if they would ever wear off.

Lucifer had left in search of another book, one that might help speed the process along, and left his younger brother in your care. Of course you were happy to help, but you were getting nervous you would never see the old Satan again.

“[Y/N]-chan?” You look up from your phone, waiting for Lucifer to text you back, to see the blonde demon looking timidly at you from around the corner. 

“What is it Satan?”

“Would you….read to me?” His hands holding out the small children’s book he had some how found in the piles of books covering his room.

You smile softly at him. Your heart warmed by his request. “Of course,” you tell him, and the demon scampered over to sit on the bed beside you. His long legs and body tucked neatly into you as he waited for you to tell him the story of a little lost chicken and it’s journey back home. “[Y/N] tells the best stories!”

After 3 stories, he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, Satan was back to normal. He doesn’t answer your questions on where the children’s books had come from, but you spot the red & gold spines on his book shelves sometimes.

Asmo

There was no denying that Asmo was fascinated by art and all things beautiful. He went on and on about it any chance he got. So you shouldn’t have really been surprised when his toddlerfied self just wanted to draw all day.

“Look, look [Y/N]-chan! I finished another one!”

“That’s great Asmo.” You praise. Just like you had done with all the other ones he had handed to you. “Wow! This is really great! Is that a….chicken?”

“No, silly! That’s the white horse for our carriage when we get married!” The demon beamed, then shuffled over on his knees to instruct you on his picture properly. “That’s you, and that’s me. That’s the princess carriage that’s going to ride us off into the sunset. That’s Solomon and Simeon throwing flowers at us. That’s my brothers crying because I got to marry [Y/N]-chan and they didn’t.”

“You certainly seem to have all the parts here.” You praise. Giggling at his enthusiasm and picture.

“I want to have a perfect picture of when we get married. Because I love [Y/N]-chan! And we’re gonna get married and live happily ever after.” He replied, with certainty, with a smile.

“Well, I’ll be glad for that. Why don’t you draw me our perfect house for after we get married?” Asmo scampered off and did just that.

When Asmo came to, and back to his normal self, he took all the pictures he had drawn and framed them. Forcing his brothers and Solomon to take a tour of his mini-art gallery. The piece ‘Marriage of Two Bonded Souls’ was met with some controversy.

Beel

Beel, in his younger days, seemed to have boundless energy. Or you at least had to assume he did, because ever since he had read that stupid book he had been running around.

Lucifer had told you to take him outside. Irritated at hearing his large feet clump around the house, but trying not to show it since it wasn’t his fault. He even let you both take Cerberus outside to help run Beel out. It would be good for the pup too. Get some exercise, he said.

That had been sometime ago, and it seemed baby-Beel and Cerberus were an even match in energy. They had been running around, chasing each other, and play fighting in the back yard all afternoon. You were tired just watching them.

“Beel! Do you want to come in? I think it’s time for a break.”

Both Beel and Cerberus pop their heads up, in a comical and adorable unison head tilt, before jogging over to you. “Break time means snack time right?!”

You chuckle a little. Somethings never changed. “I brought some apple slices & peanut butter for you, for now. We can get you something bigger when we go inside.”

Beel grinned and sat in the grass with the container. “I like apple slices!”

“You do hn?” You don’t think you’ve seen Beel eat an actual fruit on its own. It was usually attached to, baked in, or covered in something, to get him to eat it.

“Yep! They’re crunchy and sweet. Just like you! Though, I guess you aren’t crunchy. Do you want one of my apple slices [Y/N]?”

You blush a little at Beel’s bright, unwavering expression. How could he look so innocent while still looking like that?

He finished his apple slices, minus one, before asking if he could go play again. You let him, but then all of a sudden he spotted playing with Cerberus and stood straight up. Seeming confused on how he got out here and what was going on. “Did I eat an apple? I haven’t had one since….do you think we have more in the kitchen?”

Belphie

It was honestly hard to tell if Belphie was under the spell of the forbidden book or not. He’d been asleep for most of the time; which was not uncommon for him. Then he would wake up and whine a little about something; again, not uncommon for him. Then he would take another nap.

You had figure out that he was still under it’s spell by the requests he was making when he woke up. Juice boxes. More plushies. His ‘blankie’. Eventually it would run its course though, and Belphie would be back to his own sleepy eyed, grown up self. “[Y/N]?”

You walk over to the bed when the demon called your name. The boy half sitting up, but still tucked under his covers. “What is it Belphie?”

“I can’t sleep.” He stated. Which seemed ridiculous since he had been sleeping most of the day. “I miss Lilli. And Be-be. Can you sleep with me?”

You blink at little at the request. You supposed it made since. Kids often wanted someone to sleep with them, so they didn’t have bad dreams or could keep them safe. Maybe that’s why he had been sleeping so much. Because he hadn’t been sleeping well, just sleep.

“Sure Belphie. I’ll lay down with you.” The demon smiled softly, sleepy, before he scooted over to give you some space to lay next to him.

He slept for a while this last time. Clinging onto you in his sleep, with a soft smile on his face. When he woke up, it seemed he was back to normal. “Gosh [Y/N]. If you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to trick me with that lame book.”

[babybluebex]

quad cuddle puddle [tom holland fluff]

➽ pairing: dad!tom holland x fem!reader ➽ word count: 2.5k ➽ summary: tom forgets his birthday, so you and your twin sons help him remember. ➽ warnings: EXTREME FLUFF, dad!tom to boys with super curly hair :,)) ➽ a/n: this entire thing makes me go uwu wow i nEED dad!tom

“‘Morning, Mummy.” 

There was a swift kiss placed on my cheek, accompanied by the smell of Tom’s shampoo, and I watched my husband pick up a mug and hand it to me. “‘Morning, babes,” I mumbled. “You’re up early.” 

“The lads wanted me to make them breakfast before football,” Tom shrugged. “Their eyes got all big and they started pouting; you know how it goes.” 

“And where would the lads be?” I asked, sipping at the warm earl grey in a mug that declared Tom to be the world’s best daddy. 

“Garden,” Tom said. “Running around with Tess.” 

I nodded and placed the tea down, and I captured Tom’s arm in a hug. I sighed heavily, and I whispered, “Let me think. We have a football match today, yes? Anything else?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Tom said, nestling his mouth into my messy hair. 

My heart thrummed. He had forgotten, which was so typical of him. Tom Holland would forget his head if it wasn’t screwed onto his neck. “Silly old bear,” I giggled. “Old, old bear.” 

“Hey,” Tom squeaked. “I’m not that old!”

“Are you sure?” I asked. Just then, I saw Tessa in a blur, rushing past the sliding glass door, quickly followed by Theodore and William. “You’re not forgetting something?” 

“Christ on a cracker, Y/N,” Tom chuckled. “Am I?” 

“I’d say so,” I told him, unwrapping myself from around his arm. “But what exactly?” I turned and stuck my tongue out at him as I walked backwards towards the door, and Tom’s eyebrows knitted together as he mumbled to himself. 

As soon as I opened the door, I heard shouts of “Mummy!” and Tess’s baying at my entrance. Tom and I had just started dating when he got Tess and all of the Hollands said that I was her true owner, more so than Tom. She always came running to me with tail wagging and drool dripping. My boys weren’t much different in their greetings. 

I kneeled to the ground and was tackled by a 40 pound boy. Theodore was the oldest twin, but he was still über attached to me. A lot of other boys at school and football were starting to shed their mothers, but my Theo was always at my hip. I didn’t mind one bit, of course. Even when Theo gets to be older with his own family, I’d still gladly let him hold my hand. “Hi, Mummy,” Theo said with a toothy grin. 

“Hi, my darling,” I smiled back and I ruffled up his tawny curls. “Did Daddy brush your hair?” 

“Yeah,” Theo nodded quickly. “Liam’s too.” 

I looked over Theo’s shoulder to see my other boy Liam laid on the grass and wrestling with Tess. William was younger by a half hour and was a bit smaller than Theo, but everything else was identical. Same brown curls that turned caramel in the summertime, dark brown eyes, freckles and button noses and-- as much I hated to say it-- crooked teeth. Tom had had braces when he was young, as did I, and I hated the thought that my boys would have to endure that. Theo and Liam were the spitting image of their father, hardly anything left for me to contribute to them, but I didn’t mind. Having the house full of Tom and a pair of Tom clones made me happy. 

Liam’s hair was a mess just like Theo’s, and I laughed softly. Liam’s hair was getting long, to about his shoulders, and I briefly wondered if he would let me braid his hair before his match, but the thought was interrupted by Tom from the door. “Lads!” He called. “Breakie!” 

Our boys raced to the door and careened to get their food, and I hung back at Tom’s side. “Theo said you brushed their hair,” I said. 

“Yeah,” Tom said. “Wanted to let you sleep.” 

“Hmm,” I hummed softly. “Did you dress them too?” 

“Yeah,” Tom nodded. “Why do you ask?” 

“Liam’s shirt is backwards,” I said, stifling my laugh. 

“What? No,” Tom said quickly. “No, I-- The logo’s on the back, isn’t it?” 

“No, my love, the logo is on the front of their kit,” I told him. 

“Yeah, Daddy,” Liam chimed in, climbing up into the stool at the counter. “Logo’s on the front, or how else will you see it?” 

Tom scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me, you goose?” he said and lightly tickled Liam’s side. Where Theo was a momma’s boy, Liam was a daddy’s boy through and through. He had always been that way, ever since he was born; I could hold him, Dominic and Nikki could try, we even let Harry, Sam, Patty, and Harrison have a crack at it, but Liam only ever stopped his awful wailing when Tom held him. There was a time when the boys were two and Liam absolutely refused to wear clothes unless they matched Tom’s. That led to several months of candid paparazzi pictures and headlines about how Liam was basically Tom’s Mini-Me. That was a hidden perk to marrying and having children with a famous actor: I could never run out of pictures of Tom or him with our boys. “You goose!” 

“You’re the goose, Daddy,” Liam giggled. “‘Cause you forgot--” 

“Liam,” I giggled, snuffling into his neck. “Let Daddy remember for himself.” 

“You’re killing me,” Tom laughed. His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he smiled, and he turned his attention towards Theo. “How’re you liking those eggs there, T?” 

“There’s some shell in them, Daddy,” Theo said, patting the scrambled eggs with his fork. “They’re crunchy.” 

“Isn’t that how Uncle Sammy makes your eggs?” Tom asked. “I could have sworn he told me that you liked your eggs extra crunchy.” 

“No,” Theo said, his cheeks turning pink as he giggled. “I didn’t say that.” 

“We can get something to eat on the way to football,” I offered. “I think today’s worth celebrating, right, lads?” 

Luckily, Theo and Liam had caught on, and they nodded. “What’re we celebrating?” Tom sighed. “Why won’t you just tell me?”

“I’ll give you three guesses,” I told him. I began to carefully plait up Liam’s hair, and I watched the gears turning in Tom’s head. 

“It’s not our anniversary,” Tom began. His nose scrunched up, and he mumbled, “And it’s not any birthdays… Theo. Is it your birthday today?” 

“No,” Theo giggled. 

“Liam? Is it yours?” Tom asked, his brown eyes twinkling. 

“No! Theo and I have the same birthday!” 

“Oh yeah. Duh. Not yours, I know that…” Tom said, looking at me, and his eyes suddenly widened. “Is it my birthday?” 

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” Liam exclaimed. I had seen him ready to burst with it, and the look on Tom’s face was unforgettable. It was glee, the most potent and joyful glee. 

“How did I forget my own birthday?” Tom laughed. “Is that why you called me old?” 

“You’re getting there, love,” I said, pressing my finger to his chin. 

“You’re mean,” Tom told me, and I wound my arms around him. 

“But you deal with it somehow,” I said, and Tom nodded. 

“How do I manage?” Tom sighed, and he leaned down and quickly kissed my cheek. With that, the boys groaned, and Tom rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Mummy and Daddy are gross, I know. You’ll understand one day.” 

The glass door was open as I sat on the couch, a July evening breeze warming the room. Theo and Liam had won their football match, and we all had gone to lunch with Tom’s family and Harrison (who was an honorary Holland at this point). I could hear my husband and sons in the back garden playing, with a bark from Tess every so often, and I looked down at my book. Then, there was an exaggerated yell from the yard, and Tom called, “They’ve got me! I’m being attacked! Mummy, help! Oh, Jesus, Tess, that’s my mouth.” 

When I looked into the yard, I saw Tom splayed out on the grass, twins sitting on his chest as Tessa was licking all over his face. Theo and Liam loved to wrestle with Tom, even though they always won, and it had become a nightly routine ever since we realized that the boys were out like a light about half an hour after the whole thing. 

“How’d you get yourself into this?” I asked. “I thought Spiderman was a really good fighter.” 

“Not when-- Tess, stop the licking, please-- not when he’s ambushed by clones,” Tom said, pushing Tessa away, but she went right back to licking his forehead. “Genetically modified clones!” 

“Oh, dear,” I playfully sighed. 

“We’ve got you, Spiderman!” Theo cried. 

“You might’ve caught me,” Tom began, wrapping a muscled arm around each boy. “But I… Am… Spiderman!” With that, he worked himself to his feet, each son under his arm, and he began to spin in circles as they screamed with glee. I’m not sure either Theo or Liam would ever get over their dad being Spiderman. I remember taking them to set when they could barely walk and having Zendaya and Jacob go all heart-eyes over the “baby Toms”, but Liam had been in a world of his own that day. He clung to Tom’s leg nearly all day, and, whenever Tom was able to take off the mask. Liam just looked up at him and giggled. Theo also liked the fact that his dad was Spiderman; he had told me once that it made him feel safe and happy, and that spoke volumes to me. 

Tom was terrified when I first told him that I was pregnant. We were young; he was only 19 and had just officially landed the role of Spiderman hardly a month before. I was scared out of my wits as well, but I knew that Tom’s heart was good and that he would be a loving father; not to mention I had a whole clan of Hollands behind me to catch Tom if he started slipping up. The first few doctors appointments he missed, due to Civil War filming, and when he finally had a break at the same time as an appointment, he held my hand the entire time. The doctor had passed the wand over my swelling belly and, after a moment, there was the faintest heartbeat. Tom cried. He often cried when it came to our boys. Then, when the second heartbeat joined, that’s when panic started to come in. Twins. We were hardly adults, Tom had a new job, I was still a uni student, and we were fit to have twins. It all seemed impossible. 

Until Civil War was released. Tom-Mania extended to the far corners of the globe, and suddenly there were millions of people backing us. His management team around him was advising him on how to tell his new fans that I was pregnant, but Tom, in typical fashion, didn’t listen to any suggestions and opted instead to post a picture of me on his story with my sweatpants pulled under my big belly, crying about Toy Story. And everyone loved them. Theodore Dominic Holland and William Thomas Holland were more loved than they could ever fathom and now, at five years old, they continued to amass a fanbase of their own. 

According to routine, after our nightly wrestling was bath time (translation: Liam tries to take a shower like a big boy but always ends up needed help washing his hair, so either Tom or I sit in there for half an hour and let him do his thing until he calls upon us), and, if need be, a small snack. When Tom was training for a movie, I tried to keep the whole family on a semi-similar diet, but you could definitely tell when Tom had wrapped a movie just by the state of our larder. It was usually at the pre-bedtime snack that the Oreos were brought out, even if I tried in vain to get them to have a bit of orange. My self control was fairly weak, however, and I gave into the cookies every time. 

And then, the main event. Bedtime. The boys had gotten into a habit of falling asleep in our bed and having us tuck them into their own, but lately, we kept “forgetting” to move them and ended up letting them sleep with us. Two adults, two children, and a dog didn’t leave much room, but we made it work. I was extra conscious of small moments like waking up with little boy drool on my chest, because I knew that there would come a day when I didn’t have that. One day, my boys would grow up and would maybe tolerate a hug at times, and I wanted to savor the moments I had with them. 

Tom read them a story every single night. Lately, at the recommendation of their school teacher, we had begun to read them chapter books, and they were nearly halfway through the first Lord of the Rings book already. The time it took to read a chapter was enough for me to manage a shower, and then I would make sure they stayed down while Tom did the same. 

Usually I did. Sometimes, like tonight, Tom fell asleep while reading. 

He was laying in bed, his legs crossed at the ankle, propped up against the pillows. Liam was nestled in the crook of his right arm, sucking the corner of his blankie, and Theo was in his left. The sight of all three of my boys sleeping together made tears well in my eyes. If I thought they looked alike when they were awake, it was nothing compared to when they were asleep. Tom’s cheeks went red when he slept, usually if he was having a good dream, and Theo and Liam had inherited that. The universe really said copy-paste with my boys. Sometimes, I would hear Liam or Theo say something, and I could’ve sworn that my husband was the one to utter it. 

I stopped briefly to take a picture of the affair, topped off with a toppled book, and I quickly sent it to Nikki. I was nowhere near as good of a photographer as she was, but I knew that she appreciated the little candid moments in our house that she couldn’t capture. Then, moving slowly so as to not wake the sleeping boys, I slipped under the blankets. Tom gave a little snuffle in his sleep and his eyes opened slowly. He looked at me, then at his sons, and he sighed. “How long s’I asleep?” He mumbled, smacking his lips. 

“I only just got out of the shower,” I whispered. “Couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes.”

“Goodness, I’m sorry, love,” Tom whispered. 

“For what?” I asked. “You had a big day, Mr. Birthday Boy.” 

“Dunno,” Tom said, and he brushed a hand over Theo’s curls. “I’m just exhausted.” 

“Go to sleep, my love,” I whispered. “I think they’re gonna sleep really well tonight, what do you think?” 

“Yeah,” Tom whispered. 

I scooted closer to the trio and put an arm over Theo and across Tom’s stomach so that my hand could reach Liam’s side. We had perfected the art of a quadruple cuddle puddle. “I love you.” I whispered. 

“Love you, Mummy,” Theo mumbled, his little voice oh-so quiet, and a tear escaped my eye. Oh, how I loved my babies so.

[bludhavents]

Darcy’s Brownies

summary: a two-bit x reader fic: the reader is babysitting Darcy. Two-Bit’s younger sister. What will happen when they don’t have any eggs? Very mysterious indeed.

warnings: none, fluff

A/N: hi hi hi. so i SCOURED the internet to see if Two-Bit’s sister was ever given a name... and i found nothing. SO i took matters into my own hands and named her Darcy because that’s a cute name, but i failed to realize that the names Darcy and Darry look awfully similar so sorry if that’s confusing i didn’t mean to do that :// ANYWAYS this is cute i hope you enjoy (lmk if i should make a part 2????)))

You drove slowly down the unpaved road, trying to avoid all the potholes and pebbles that made your coffee slosh through the interior of your already worn-in car. The hot liquid continued to scald your leg and stain your seats until finally you reached the Mathews’ house. You parked at the curb, rolled down your window, and took the mug from your cup holder to pour the leftover coffee into the street. Good riddance.

After setting the mug back in your car, you turned off the engine and made your way to the family’s front door. Ms. Mathews was the greatest woman you’d ever met: her smile lit up a room and she was full of love to share with anybody she met. The two of you had known eachother for about three years, ever since you started babysitting for her daughter Darcy. When you first watched Darcy she was barely five years old and you were a mere 15, now she was almost nine and you were a legal adult. The two of you had spent almost every day together for the past three years, and you’d been around for as long as she could remember. Ms. Mathews works long hours and isn’t around to watch Darcy most of the time, so you look after her. Her son Keith was your age too, and for almost a year you wondered why he didn’t just watch his sister. It wasn’t until later on that you realized you never saw him at home, and when you did see him out he was flipping a girl’s skirt up or chugging a beer.

Darcy and you got along great. The bond you’d formed with eachother was sisterly, except the two of you never argued like sisters do. She was smart and funnier than any kid you’d seen before; when you introduced her to your sophomore year boyfriend, she sized him up and then motioned for you to bend down to her level, “you can do better,” she’d whispered into your ear. The both of you burst into laughter and the boy walked out of the house. He never did speak to you after that, guess it’s for the best if his ego was that bruised by a six year old. Moral of the story: Darcy knows best.

Ms. Mathews spent the first six months begging you to let her pay you for watching Darcy, but there really was no need. First off, her daughter was fantastic company. Secondly, she lets you spend the nights at her home when she worked late shifts. She lets you use her tv and eat her food for lunch. That was payment enough, and you were forever grateful that you’d landed such an amazing job with such an amazing family.

Now there you were, walking through the front door of the familiar home and being welcomed by a bear hug from Darcy.

“Y/n!” She exclaimed as she always did, “Look what I made you!” Her tiny hands held out a picture that she’d drawn, a portrait of the two of you that looked too good to have been done by a second grader. You looked at the art in admiration before smiling up at her brightly and wrapping her in another embrace.

“This is amazing, did your mom draw this?” You knew that Darcy had done it, but looked between her Ms. Mathews anyways.

“Wasn’t me.” Ms. Mathews held her hands up in fake surrender and turned to face the door, “I’ll see you guys after work, okay? Love y’all.”

You all said your goodbyes before you and Darcy hurried to the kitchen to make your famous cinnamon-sugar toast. You grabbed a piece of bread for each of you and cooked them like you always did: Darcy liked hers crunchy and you liked yours soft.

After breakfast, Darcy proposed that the two of you make brownies, and of course you agreed. She helped you find the recipe and get all of the ingredients out. She stood on her tip-toes at the counter, halfway through adding the wet ingredients to the bowl before her eyes widened and she dramatically gasped. You turned around quickly, afraid that she had hurt herself.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, scanning her body for any sign of injury.

“We don’t have any eggs!” Darcy cried. As mature as she was, you thought you saw tears forming in her eyes.

“Awe, no worries sweet girl,” You consoled. “We can just run up to the DX and grab some eggs, they have them there don’t they?”

“I don’t know, can we go check?” Before you had time to answer, Darcy was already running off to her room to grab her shoes.

Once you had covered the bowl of already-mixed ingredients and Darcy slipped her shoes on, the two of you headed outside. She raced you to the car and quickly put her seatbelt on, eager to get back to the brownies.

“It smells like coffee in here,” Darcy scrunched her nose in distaste.

“Oh hush,” You nudged her shoulder and turned up the radio, riding in peaceful silence to the DX.

You arrived in just a few minutes and parked right outside the station. On your way in you play fought with Darcy and picked her up abruptly, pretending to drop her as she erupted in a fit of giggles. You set her on her feet as you neared the store’s entrance, but her fit of laughter hadn’t died down at all. She pushed the door open and the two of you caught the attention of the boy standing behind the counter who had been chatting up another customer before Darcy’s insane laughter distracted him. This made you start laughing too, which in turn fueled Darcy to turn around and laugh louder. You brought your hand up to your mouth and tried to stop, but Darcy was a lost cause. After another minute of the laughing, she calmed down enough to start looking for eggs. She hummed a song as she studied all of the shelves she passed. While you were in front of the refrigerated foods, two boys your age passed in front of y’all, leaving behind a stink of beer and smoke.

“Keith!” Darcy yelled and ran to embrace the blonde-haired boy. It wasn’t until after she called his name that you realized it was her brother, Keith Mathews. He turned around and smiled brightly at her, lifting her and playfully dancing around. You stood back and adoringly watched her play with her brother. You hadn’t seen much of him before, he was never around the house anyway. Now you could see that he had his mom’s smile and Darcy’s extroverted energy. Meanwhile his friend rolled his eyes and kept walking to talk to the boy at the counter and buy a pack of Kools. It seemed like they were friends, but you couldn’t quite put together why. All three of them had such different personalities: Keith was fun and light-hearted, the DX worker had kind eyes and seemed social, and the lanky boy who walked in with Keith was just a buzzkill.

Keith, still holding Darcy, made his way to the cashier too. He set her on the counter and began talking to the other boys. Darcy was swinging her feet until one of her shoes flew off and landed in the middle of the store. The boys didn’t seem to notice, but Darcy sure did.

“Y/n, my shoe,” She said from her spot on top of the counter. A flush rose to your face as her words drew the boys’ attention onto you. You weren’t flustered, just embarrassed by the unwarranted stares. Their eyes all followed you as you retrieved her shoe and helped her slip it back on. “Thanks, let’s get the eggs now.” Darcy spoke before jumping off of the counter and into your arms. You snickered and caught her, flipping her upside down as you walked back to the fridge.

“Any eggs down there?” You teased, earning a loud laughter from Darcy and a chuckle from Keith.

“I don’t see any,” Darcy looked up at you and her face was beet red from hanging upside down, but she was still giggling away.

“What about up here?” You heard someone call from behind you before Darcy was snatched from your arms. Keith now stood right next to you, carrying Darcy on his shoulder with a huge grin while she pretended to look on the ceiling for the eggs.

“Oh there they are!” Darcy excitedly pointed down at the shelf were the eggs sat. “Set me down,” She patted Keith’s hair and as soon as he put her back on the ground she ran off to the eggs. You and Keith stopped where you were and let her go get them by herself.

“She talks about you a lot, you know,” Keith said quietly. “I think that she thinks you’re her actual sister. Anyway, Im just saying thank you, for being her sister.” He said kindly. This was the first time he’d spoken to you when he wasn’t drunk, and you appreciated it.

“Thank you, really,” You said to him as Darcy carefully approached you with a carton of eggs in her grasp. You laughed and took it from her, “We’ll save you a brownie.” You said to Keith.

“Yeah!” Darcy hugged him again before tugging at the hem of your shirt, “We need to get home and finish making them.”

“Alright, maybe I could help too?” Keith looked at you, asking with his eyes if it was okay for him to tag along.

“Yeah of course!” You exclaimed, handing him the carton of eggs. He grinned from ear to ear and watched as Darcy jumped up and down cheering.

“Alright, I’ll go pay real quick and then we can get out of here,” He said before leaving to check out at the counter. While he was checking out, you noticed the DX boy grinning proudly at Keith, probably because he was going to spend some time with his sister. The other boy didn’t have such a positive reaction to the family bonding moment. He hit Keith in the side and his face was angry. You felt bad, they probably already had plans for today before he decided to break away and join the baking squad, but he’s the one who made the decision to join y’all. Keith exchanged a few words with him and finished paying, wearing a bright smile as he held the eggs and motioned for Darcy and you to leave with him.

[robustcornhusk]

I got tagged to answer a “92 questions” meme by @brighterflowers​, but it's 53 questions, and very much a teenage audience circa 10 years ago, so instead i'm going to answer... some asked questions and some new questions that i made up because i wanted to. this means i'm not answering the asked questions, but hopefully i'm answering interesting questions, which is half the point? maybe?

am i going to tag anyone else? no! too shy for that shit!

Most recent... beverage: my partner made me pour-over coffee a few minutes ago; we "fought" over who got to reseal the vacuum canister.

phone call: a few weeks ago, i called my partner to ask what pies they wanted from the handpie shop. they didn't pick up because they didn't recognize my number... but i did get the right pies.

text message: either a group message to partner & -y, giving -y grief about prefering blondies to brownies, or a message to -y, telling him to watch a movie with an actor he likes in it. they were contemporaneous.

discord message: group chat complaining about needing to paint my bedroom.

time you cried: some time in the last week, due to allergies

life facts: List 3 favorite colors: bright lavender, traffic light green, sky blue. or terra cotta, moss green, yellow ochre. i'm struggling with paint colors this week.

First surgery (averted): as a child, i apparently had some kind of sudden abdominal obstruction which is treated by surgery. very luckily for 4 year old me, during prep for surgery, it just-as-suddenly resolved itself.

First surgery (actual): got my chest sucked out in 2016. liposuction hurts a lot and for a long time, and i was a lumpy bag for 4 months after. i look pretty decent now, other than all the body hair, and last i checked, i was the before-and-after picture on my surgeon's website.

Most recent surgery: i got my one and only wisdom tooth removed last august. i was under sedation for 15 minutes. my friend who picked me up was disappointed with how lucid i was. that night, i ate hard and crunchy food. i stopped taking painkillers the next day. i yanked out the stitches a few days later. there were no complications in my recovery.

Weird surgical coincidence: every time i have surgery, a new ace attorney game comes out.

Oldest thing in the fridge: a jar of yeast from 2018. i made focaccia with it last weekend.

Life plans? Get married: i did; good call! i like him a lot. we're at 9 years together, 4 married.

Want kids: i got spayed in 2017, shortly after getting my chest cut off. when we started dating, my partner said he wanted to marry a woman one day, have children, and wanted a dog. he very quickly reconsidered his stance on all three of those matters, and has helped me with all matters of transition, helped me get spayed, and we got a cat.

Career: due to my specific situation, i don't have one and don't intend to get one. my partner is okay with it, broadly; we both agree that i probably have enough [ability] to do a very part-time job, but finding one that would fit me would be pretty difficult, and i do enough at home that it balances out.

City, suburb, or rural: people who live in the suburbs say i live in a dense city, and people who live in dense cities say i live in the suburbs.

Which is better... Hugs or kisses: my lips are brutally chapped right now. it really breaks the mood when you stop to put on chapstick.

Shorter or taller: i thought it would bother me, but actually it took me years to notice that my partner is shorter than me.

Planned or spontaneous: when we lived across the country from each other, my partner told me one day that he was flying to see me in a week as a surprise, and he wanted to let me know in advance so i wasn't *too* surprised. i appreciated it.

a thing he specifically likes about traveling with me is that i'll research where we're going in great depth, so we can "spontaneously" pick a thing we want to do, and then i'll have ten more cool things to do nearby.

Hook-up or relationship: both are good.

Have you ever... Kissed a stranger: my university friends made a hookup graph; i was at the center.

Sex on first date: i've had sex before the first date.

Drank hard liquor: i have 20 distinct bottles of rum on the shelf right now; i got to blow a friend's mind a few weeks ago by making her a daiquiri with a mexican rum; it had a lot of very good and interesting grassy and fruity notes, so she was shocked to hear it was rum, lime, and sugar.

Last year, have you... Made a new friend: yes! former housemate's datefriend is super cool; they helped me move even though they didn’t know me at all. we go hiking together now. 

Had a crush: yeah, they're ridiculously cool, and i can't tell if they're interested. it's baffling. my partner thought that crush was blatantly flirting with me in front of him, and was surprised to find that he didn't really mind.

Laughed until you cried: whenever i laugh too hard, the cat gets VERY WORRIED. he has to get worried a lot, i’m sorry to say.

Found out who your true friends are: my cat was sick one day last fall, and we needed to rush him to the emergency vet. my friend ditched work for twelve hours to haul us & cat back and forth to the vet, and sat in a no-ac 84 degree room with us for 6 hours, with no complaints. i gotta be a better friend, too.

[keanureevesisbae]

Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat - Chapter 1

Summary: Veterinarian Olivia Tran has zero time for bullshit. After becoming a mom at age twenty three, the one thing she wants is a good life for her daughter Vanessa. Her ex didn’t want anything to do with her nor the baby and she decided that man are officially banned out of her life. But then she meets Henry Cavill at her clinic and her ban slowly starts to crumble apart. Henry on the other hand is looking for one thing: a family. And when he meets Olivia Tran, he finds just that.

Henry Cavill x Olivia Tran (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 2.4k

A/N: The beginnings of a new fic! It’s kind of a build up, so there isn’t a lot of Henry Cavill inthis chapter, but the next one is from his pov and more than 4.5k. I hope you like this new story 🤗

Masterlist // Next chapter

For fuck’s sake, I can still smell the fluids from those anal glands I have been popping all day. Even when you wear gloves every single time, that penetrating smell will just stay with you.

After a long day at the clinic, I can finally call it a day. Of course, I’m on call tonight, but other than that, I can relax now. Working as a vet has always been a dream of mine and now, at the ripe age of twenty nine, I have managed to become doctor Olivia Tran, one of the loved veterinarians here.

‘See you tomorrow, Belle,’ I yell to my best friend and other veterinarian at this clinic.

‘You on call tonight?’ Belle asks.

‘I am.’

‘If you need to go, I can’t watch Vanessa tonight,’ she tells me, while she is checking the ears of a pug, who seems to have severe breathing problems from the looks of it. ‘I have a date.’

‘No worries,’ I say to her with a smile. ‘I probably don’t need to go anyways. Hasn’t happened in the past months, so I highly doubt that something will change tonight. Please let me know how your date went tomorrow.’

Belle, the gorgeous brunette with legs for days and blue eyes as big as Rapunzel, flashes me a bright smile. ‘Of course, dear. Give Vanessa a big kiss for me, will you?’

‘Will do.’ I walk out of the clinic, give a sweet Jack Russell a scratch behind his ear and check my watch. I have twenty minutes before I have to pick up Vanessa, but it’s a fifteen minute walk if I hurry and if I just stroll around, it’s twenty minutes. Can I manage to buy myself some cookies or should I wait after I picked her up?

I think I would have a very happy six year old if I waited with the cookies after I picked her up from school.

I bury my hands in the pockets of my coat. Yesterday it was official: the summer has passed and autumn is here. I always love it when I see the green leaves slowly turning orange or brown and cover the pavement with a blanket of crunchy leaves. It’s Vanessa’s favorite season as well, but that’s mostly because it’s her birthday on November 12th.

I never planned on becoming a mother at twenty three. I never really gave it a big thought, the idea of having kids. In the far far far future I might’ve become one, but I always thought I had more cool aunt potential.

The day I found out I was pregnant, I was scared, but since I was in a pretty serious relationship with Wesley for almost three years, the man I thought I’d end up marrying, I figured we would make this work. We would marry, have this kid and live happily ever after, maybe even have a few more.

But Wesley broke up with me when I told him about the pregnancy and that I was going to keep the baby. I went to my parents for comfort, thinking that they and my two brothers would be supportive of this. We got through the time that I was partying all night, getting tattoos and smoked some weed out of my window. I mean, we would be able to handle this right?

But my parents kicked me out when I told them I was pregnant and I was going to keep the baby. ‘But what about your degree?’ I can still hear my mother say those words, but what was maybe the worst thing, was seeing my brothers turning their backs to me. Their literal backs towards me. ‘You worked so hard and you just got a job as a vet,’ my mom began to yell.

To be fair, I was their only hope. My brothers dropped out of high school and are now sort of working in construction, but they can hardly finish a job ever. My mother never worked  a day in her life and my father was a lawyer. I told them that I could work something out, with a bit of help of them, but my mother just pushed me out of their house and told me to never bother them again, if I was going to have a kid out of wedlock.

So I had to do it by myself. I had to find a place for me and the baby to stay, but thankfully Belle was already working at the vet and decided that I needed a bit of help. I could stay with her, even after the baby was born. Belle went with me to the ultrasounds and when I went into labor, she was right there with me.

Belle is Vanessa’s one and only aunt and my best friend. When you get pregnant and not only your boyfriend leaves, your family disappears out of your life, you also notice how many people despise you. My friends from college all of the sudden seemed to have fallen off the earth and never checked in with me.

Now I have a happy six year old, a nice home for the two of us and a baby sitter Belle, who is becoming less and less available, since she has discovered the world of Tinder, because she wants a boyfriend.

I hear the bell ring when I step onto the schoolyard. It doesn’t take long before I see my daughter running towards me. Her baby blue coat is hanging open, her backpack in her hand and a rolled paper in the other. She insisted on wearing her boots to school today, but leave it to her to cover them in mud.

Entirely.

I catch her when she jumps in my arms. ‘I missed you, my lovely lady,’ I say to her.

Vanessa peppers my face with kisses, something she always does when I pick her up from school. I brush the hairs out of her face, including the sweet bangs that she insisted on having. Originally she wanted the same haircut as me from when I was the same age as her, but since I have severe traumas of the bowl cut, I had to spare her that and opt for some sweet thin bangs.

‘Mommy,’ she says, ‘I missed you a lot.’

‘Well, you want to go to the store, so we can buy some cookies?’ I ask her. ‘And maybe tonight we can order a pizza.’

‘Yes, yes, yes!’ She gives me a tight hug.

Sometimes I doubt my parenting skills, especially when I look around the schoolyard. I watch those mothers who are housewives, with very handsome husbands and kids that always look formidable and put together and probably only eat fatty snacks on their birthdays. Sometimes I wished I had that: a husband, a man that Vanessa could look up to.

I figured that when my ex Wesley couldn’t provide that, my brothers and father would step in and treat my daughter like they treated me: a princess.

Now I have to do that myself.

It can be tiring, being both the mother and the father for Vanessa, but if I could turn back time, I’d do it all over again.

With Vanessa’s tiny hand in mine, we walk towards the store, to buy some cookies that I desperately craved the entire day I was at work.

Vanessa looks a lot like me. She’s basically my clone. People often stop us, simply to tell us that Vanessa is like a miniature version of me. I always like compliments about my daughter. I mean, she is my world.

When we arrive at home, I help her change into something more comfy. ‘Mommy, can we please have a pajama night?’ Vanessa asks, while I help her out of her dress.

‘It’s four in the afternoon,’ I say, knowing exactly what she wants. ‘You want to wait two hours before you wear your pajamas?’

Vanessa shakes her head. ‘No, I want to wear my pjs now.’ Her bright smile nearly lights up the room. I watch her nose scrunch up as the corners of her mouth curl up, the only trait that she inherited from her biological father. ‘Are you going to wear yours too?’

I don’t have anywhere to go and besides, after all popping all those anal glands today, I desperately want to get out of these clothes. ‘Yes, sweetie, I’m going to wear mine too, but first I’m going to take a shower.’

‘No bath, mommy? Because I like baths.’ Her dark brown eyes start to gleam with enthusiasm. ‘Please, mommy, please.’ She pouts, knowing damn well I can’t say no to that.

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The second Vanessa is in bed, I have some time for myself. I love every second we get to spend together, but it’s nice to have a breather every now and then. I stare at my arms, to see how Vanessa has colored in my tattoos. She’s obsessed with them and when she’s in school, she sometimes tries to draw them on her own arms by memory, sometimes even drawing on others when they want to. A few weeks ago, her teacher asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. ‘Well, I want to be two things,’ Vanessa told her. ‘Like my mommy I want to be a vet, because I love animals, but I also want to draw tattoos on people.’

I sit up straight, looking at the drawing she made me today in school. She always makes drawings for me, but they are always the same. She draws a house, with me in it and herself. And outside she draws a dog and a man, with suitcases and moving boxes next to them. ‘Because,’ she explains every single time, ‘one day you meet a nice man who has a dog and he can become my new daddy. A daddy that does want me.’

Belle didn’t agree on me telling Vanessa her real dad didn’t want her, but I figured she needed to know the truth. Her biological father is a low life that disappeared into thin air and didn’t want to be involved in her life.

Vanessa understood, to the extent that was possible, but she really wants a dad, preferably one with a dog. Though she keeps pushing me, I can’t start dating again. Vanessa is the most important person in the world and men simply don’t fit into this—in my head—perfect picture. Vanessa is my life and men are big fat losers, so I don’t need them. I don’t want them, because the chance of them getting tired of maybe me, maybe Vanessa and leaving, is something I can’t risk.

Vanessa already lost her real father, what if a man that becomes really important to her, leaves too?

At around eleven I drag myself to bed, placing my work phone beside me. I hate being on call, but like I told Belle, I didn’t have a call in months, so I think I’m good.

I’m dreaming about Keanu Reeves (the only man on earth that I’d break my no man ban for) and how he takes me out on a lovely date, has Vanessa on his lap and helps her to cut her food, when the phone starts to ring.

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ I mutter, before I click on my nightlight. It’s three in the fucking morning. I don’t want this. ‘Animal Clinic Westside, doctor Olivia Tran, how may I help you?’ I say when I pick up the phone.

‘Hello, I’m terribly sorry for calling at this hour, but my dog is vomiting and I see some blood in it.’ Oh, poor man, he sounds so panicked. ‘He collapsed and is breathing really heavily and I don’t know what to do.’

I sit up straight in bed and rub my eyes, as I try to be as alert as I can on this early morning. ‘Sir, it’s okay. Did your dog eat anything out of the ordinary today?’

‘Not that I know of.’

‘You think it’s possible for you to come to the clinic? I’d like to see the dog.’

‘Of course, of course.’ The man on the other side of the line has such a lovely and deep voice. He could become a voice actor or a narrator like Morgan Freeman. If liquid gold had a voice, it would sound like this.

‘I hope it’s not too much to ask, but could you take some of the vomit with you? Especially the part with some blood. I’d like to check it.’

‘I’ll bring it with me, of course.’

‘What kind of breed is your dog, sir?’ I ask, while writing it all down on a piece of paper.

‘An American Akita. His name is Kal.’

I don’t think he ever went to our clinic, I think to myself.

‘I’ll be at the clinic in about forty minutes, mister…’ I say, hoping that this man will say his name.

‘Cavill,’ he quickly says. ‘And I can be at the clinic in about an hour.’

That name does sound kind of familiar though, but I could’ve sworn that this man isn’t in our database. Maybe I went to college with him or to high school?

After we hang up the phone, I quickly get out of bed. I opt for a pair of tight fitted black leggings and an oversized sweater (after I put on a bra, because who knows mister Cavill is handsome and my nipples don’t want to keep that a secret) and I slip on some white sneakers. I put my hair into a bun. I freeze when I’m moisturizing my face.

I kind of forgot I had a daughter. I don’t like the idea of bringing Vanessa with me, especially since it’s three in the morning and she’s asleep, but then I realize that tomorrow it’s Saturday. Plenty of time for her to catch up on her sleep and plenty of time for me to feel less guilty about dragging her out of her dreams.

‘Sweetie,’ I whisper, when I gently wake her up. ‘Mommy has to go to the clinic, but you can’t stay at aunt Belle tonight, so you’re going with me to work.’

Vanessa was a groggy mess when I nudged her awake, but when she realizes she can go with me to work, her eyes light up. ‘Really?’

‘Yes, someone has a sick doggy, that needs to be taken care of.’

She gets up out of her bed and I help her with her socks, though she is perfectly capable of doing so herself. ‘You’re gonna save a doggy?’ Vanessa asks.

‘I’m going to try.’

I hand her a thick vest and while she puts it on, she says: ‘You’re a hero, mommy.’

With a smile on my face, I softly pinch her cheek. ‘I guess I am.’

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