#like she was trying to reassure me bc i nervously said to her 'im gonna be honest im NOT paying that fine if it comes to it'

[hella1975]

the 'i totally wrecked my walls' saga gets funnier bc ive spent the past few days trying to figure out how tf to get out of the inevitable fine and one thing i joked about was that i have a lot of hard hitters on my side if shit really does get nasty. like my flatmate's mum is an actual soliciter, my dad is a finance guy who can write an email so scathing you'll cry, my local friend's family owns half the property in the city and knows all the tricks of the trade when it comes to housing, and then there's just my mum who was like 'oh yeah i regularly used to dodge rent in my twenties. you'll be fine' and somehow she's the one im finding the most reassuring rn

[asmallpinkfan3]

HII back from being grounded bc I want to a party but ya pookie is back :3

Anyways I would like to order a iced toh goes to a public school!

I've been watching the old gacha and cringing (ifykwim unless you didn't watch them then I'm sorry TwT)

-your local rizzless rizzler Peachy<3

The rizzler themselves also I was a Gacha kid myself, your not getting my YouTube channel.

But here is your order sorry I took so long to answer this.

Toh + public school!

Warnings: mention of anxiety, and just a little bit of bullying.

(I really like this king gif^)

Luz didn’t have to much trouble of convincing most of her friends to go to school while they were in the human realm, except one.

“Hunter I promise you’ll be fine.” “WHAT IF THEY KNOW IM A CLONE OF A CLONE?!” “they won’t.” “WHAT OF THEY KNOW IM A GRIMWALKER??” He yelled in a panic stare and Luz only looked at him for a second before speaking. “They don’t even know what that is.” “Oh”. Hunter looked away a little bit if embarrassed blush on his face because he felt like he made a fool of him self.

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“This is a bus, it’s so much different then the one at hexside.” Willow said as she sat in one of the rows of seats hunter sitting by her as he’s got the window part of the seat looking out. “Awesome! It’s more human things I can add when we get home!” Gus whisper yelled to himself as he sat in the back of the bus near amity and Luz. Amity looks out the window as she’s got one hand on her chin and the other one is in Luz’s hand. “Hey amity it’s gonna be ok, I promise.” Luz says as she leans in close to her girlfriend and amity smiles a little. However their sweet moment was ruined by some kid turning around and looking at Luz as they snicker. “Hey your the girl who held snake skin when you were younger”. They laughed and Luz tenses up in embarrassment. “You held snake skin?” Gus looked at Luz confused and amazed. “That’s so cool! What’s a snake?” (I don’t know if the boiling isles has snakes so please forgive me if they do) Gus asked and Luz looks over at her before pulling her phone out and showing gus someone pictures of snakes and she hands him her phone to look at the photos on google to show him. “Whoa, their like noodles.” He says in a amazed tone suddenly wanting to know everything about snakes.

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When they arrived to graves field highschool gus was looking at everything, “whoa your lockers don’t have teeth?” He asked as he looked around and Luz nodded her hand still in amity’s. Hunter and Willow walked behind them as hunter fiddled nervously with his thumbs and willow noticed as she looked over at the boy and she gave him a reassuring smile. “Hey, it’s gonna be ok.” She says and hunter gives her a smile one back as they reach their classroom with Luz, when they entered the classroom everyone’s eyes were on them, specifically on luz as some gave a annoyed look some nearly laughed at them as they all went up to the teacher. Hunters grip on his lunch That Camila made them all is tight as his grip is nearly tearing the bag.

Taking a seat Willow looked out the window and she had seen all the plants with pretty flowers and petals and she gave them a soft smile however there was some that was nearly dying and she forgot for a slight second that she wasn’t in hexside and she moved her finger around while under the desk and the flower came back to life as she smiled at it but the touch of someone’s hand on her shoulder made her head turn. “Willow, we aren’t at hexside be careful.” Gus said to her and she nodded as she looked ahead at the board where the teacher was speaking and teaching math or something.

Amity looked over to Luz who was just drawing circles on her desk with her fingers as she looked a little stressed and amity frowned, she didn’t like that her girlfriend was stressed so she just ripped a small piece of paper and wrote “you look pretty today”. And Hanes it to Luz to try to cheer her up and take her mind off what ever was bothering her. Luz took the note gently and read it her eyes softening as she looked over to amity and smiled.

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at lunch they all sat at one table some kids whispering around them from behind as hunter could have swore he heard someone talk about the scar on his face and that made him only lord down in embarrassment. “Wow your moms a good cook.” Gus said as he bit into the food that Camila had made them all for lunch. “Yea, my mom is a good cook.” Luz added as she took a bite from her lunch. Willow noticed hunter not eating because he’s stiff and nervous from the other people in the cafeteria and so Willow tapped him. “Hey hunter you ok?” She asked as she broke him from his trance and he nodded stiffly trying to convince him he Was ok as he took a bite from his lunch and Willow didn’t believe he was ok but she’s just glad he was eating something.

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After school on the bus was just them being tired Hunter had a small red mark on his face from where a dodgeball hit him, even with those fast reflexes of his the ball managed to catch him completely off guard. Willow sat beside him on the bus as she put the ice pack from their lunch on hunters red mark. Gus was watching videos of how snakes work, eat, defend themself, etc. amity and Luz were in the back seat of the last row as Luz had her head on amity’s shoulder the afternoon sun flowing into the bus windows as they went back to Luz’s house.

(Sorry if it is bad I haven’t been writing recently and I am a little rusty so I hope it’s not to bad)

[kaemaki-enthusiast]

hi im here to request a camilo x reader because your writing is just 🥰🥰

could you write something where reader joins the madrigals at dinner and one of the family members starts talking ab how camilo and y/n should get married one day, and camilo notices that reader is visibly uncomfortable? ive always been really uncomfortable with the idea of marriage and most people say things like “its just a phase” etc, and it would be nice to have the reassurance that im not stupid in not wanting any official marriage.

apologies if this made no sense! im not good at explaining stuff qwq

hii!! i love ur request sm bc i also am lowkey uncomfortable w the idea of marriage 😭

we are us

don’t talk abt the cringey ass title

camilo madrigal x gn!reader

camilo - he/him, reader - they/them

[657 words]

@camilolovesroxiie

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you had been invited to la casa madrigal on account of your boyfriend wanting you to meet his parents. you were welcomed by casita’s door as it opened for you to see camilo pause in the middle of his run to look at the door and walk over to you

“hola, mi amor! i was about to go and fetch you,” he welcomed you as he took your hand and took you to the table where a few were already seated including dolores, antonio and isabela. soon luisa and julieta came out with the food as agustin and camilo’s parents sat down, abuela coming in after julieta and mirabel running in and sitting next to you.

“everyone, this is mi novia/novio, y/n” camilo introduced you to his familia as everyone said hello and you said hi. you started to eat your food when camilo’s papa spoke.

“ay camilo, you picked a good one” as pepa agreed, swallowing her food “sí, sí! your wedding will be beautiful!!” i swallow the food in my mouth with a bit of a choke, clearing it with water as i laughed nervously.

“ay dios mio! they’re only 15, even if they want to marry you all don’t need to talk about it now, wait till they’re 17 at least” isabela stated as she moved her food around, she had an opinion on marriage, from her abuela trying to get her married. of course she believed she would eventually get married but her family has this thing with getting married asap.

you finished your food and tapped camilo’s shoulder, giving him a pleading look. he shoveled down the rest of his food (stealing one more arepa from mirabel as her mouth hung open).

“ay, mamí, papa is it okay if me and y/n leave a bit early?” pepa formed a small cloud but dismissed them as felíx calmed her down. camilo smiled at you as he grabbed you and his plates, putting them in the kitchen and taking your hand and leading you to his room. once you got there he held the door open and walked in after you, his room full of mirrors that casita could fog at anytime. he took you to his bed, making you sit as he crouched near you, noticing you slightly wet eyes.

“you okay, mi vida? qué ocurre?” he asked you, tucking your hair behind your ear and cupping your face after. when you let the small tears border and fall, he sat on his bed with you turning your body to be covered with his.

“i just.. i don’t know if i want to get married, it’s not you or anything but” you were cut off as he kissed you, effectively shutting you up,

“ay, mi amor, i don’t mind at all, and my family will understand and i don’t care if they don’t either,” he said, wiping his thumb back and forth across your cheek as you leaned your head against his chest.

“we are us, querido”

you smiled as he peppered your face with kisses. he said he’d be right back, asking dolores to ask your mom if you could stay the night, she nodded smiling and headed down the hill towards your place, he came back into his room, got on his bed and layed on top of you as you played with his hair

“your gonna stay the night, hermosa/hermoso” camilo stated as you made one of his curls bounce, after you didn’t answer, spacing out, he looked up at you

“ay, what about mi mamá, cariño?” he grinned at you as he explained how he sent dolores to ask. you eventually shifted after some small talk so that you were on top of him, you eventually fell asleep and dolores peered in,

“buenos noches, hermano, they can stay” she whispered giving her brother a smile, he thanked her as she quietly shut the door,

“buenos noches, te amo mi vida”

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i got bored so i wrote, hope you like it ❤️❤️ sorry for the wait

[bluebuckstallion]

the sun will rise again - mlp fic p2

part one contents: aj and big mac are like. 13 and 15. big mac realizes she is a trans woman, and is guided by applejack, but there is much more to it than just that lol. its also a little hard for her. sappy, feel-good, tough internal conflict but overall happy fic. paragraph one is previewed here, the rest is below the cut! disclaimer: there is no transphobia in this fic lmao im not gonna write abt horse transphobia. this is a feel good. but cw for fear of outing (note: i am aware my blog makes posts a little hard to read bc of a glitch, i am trying to fix it at the moment, i apologize D: i rec reading it on tumblr mobile or highlighting the words as you read, im sorry!) paragraph one: The wind whispered lovingly, cooling little Big Mac and Applejack's drowsy heads. A time like this in a young pony's life can be very confusing, something the two of them had grown to be very familiar with. Applejack rested his backside against the trunk of one of his family's old apple trees, if they had no where else to take solace, at least they had the orchard and each other's company, he thought. It felt nice, having this little secret kept safe by somepony you knew would protect it, and who still cared about you just the same. "If nopony accepts us, at least we have each other. I don't care if it's just you and me, Big Mac, we'll be jus' fine." Applejack stated in a soft voice, breaking the silence. He was accepting of his circumstances, no matter how they turned out. As long as him and his sister ended up okay. And again, he was sure they would. Big Mac smiled and folded her hooves neatly, "Eeyup."

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Applejack worked his fluffy hooves through Big Mac's mane, doing his absolute best to make the fine ginger hair into a braid. He wanted to do something nice for his sister, something to celebrate her bravery and courage in realizing - and telling - Applejack, and he wanted her to feel nice in her own body, even if she couldn't change much right now, or for a while. No matter how small the act, Big Mac was especially grateful. Nobody had ever treated her like this, on purpose at least, like she was a mare. And every chance Applejack could sieze he would do just that, remind her that was what, *who* she was. "So, Big Mac, what do you reckon I call you now?" With that her eyes widened, and her brows furrowed, it caught her off guard. "Like...my name? I didn't know I could change my name..." she let out, slightly confused, a tender hoof raising to her chin as she thought hard. "Yeah!" AJ beamed, not straying from his tedious work. Big Mac, still lying down, started shuffling her hooves again. "Well... I always thought if I were a girl my name would be something pretty, which I mean, I am a girl and all, but I don't feel very pretty ever," she admitted disheartened. "You're plenty pretty! You're an Apple! You wouldn't say Ma or Granny wasn't pretty, would you?" Applejack pointed out, gesturing absentmindedly in the air with his hooves, then promptly returning back to his work, being sure to keep a steady hoof. "Well... Nope." Big Mac blurted awkwardly, pursing her lips. "But-" she began. "No 'but's'!" Applejack interjected, "You're an Apple, and a dang pretty one!" Applejack closed his eyes and lifted his head proudly, putting his non-dominant hoof against his puffed chest, "Look at me, I'm an Apple and I'd say I'm awful handsome, just like Pa!" he said with an endearing foal-like passion and certainty. He chuckled, his cheeks growing slightly cherry as he let out a tiny chuckle, and got back to his work, about a quarter way down the locks. Big Mac grinned slightly, "I suppose," and tapped her hooves together shyly, playing with the grass falling between them. "You know, I always did think my mane was a little long for a stallion," she laughed playfully, diverting from the subject and trying to reassure herself. She went to touch her mane, and was swiftly batted away by Applejack's quick hoof, "Nuh-uh Big Mac, I'm workin' here. Don't go touchin' it now," he said sternly but still non-maliciously. He just wanted it to look perfect for his big sister, he wanted her to be proud, and feel as pretty as she could. Applejack wanted to know how it felt to look pretty, too, but in the way he'd always dreamed of. He wondered often if he'd ever get the blessing of such a wonderful feeling. "Applejack, do you ever wish you were born a colt?" Big mac asked genuinely, still a little unsure of what Applejack was feeling, but knowing there was solidarity in it somewhere, she just had to understand it a little more. "Well - not really," Applejack spat out, his eyes looking away from his busy hooves, and quickly darting back to them before he drifted off in fantasy. He thought about it for a second, and still felt strange. "I wasn't really born a filly or a colt... or anything, I think, I was just born me. And I wouldn't really have it any other way. Sure, I mean, maybe I'd like shorter hair or somethin', or a uh," he struggled to find the words in his young foal vocabulary, "maybe if my nose was a little more colt-ish I'd be happy. But I think I'm pretty happy with me now. I do hope when I'm older my voice is a little better, though. I can't really do much though," he sighed dismissively. He continued, "I don't ever really feel too bad about who I am... I think I just feel happy about who I am. When I see myself as not a colt and not a filly, just a foal, a pony, it makes me real happy-like. But, I don't get too sad unless people are real serious about calling me a filly. I do get sad sometimes though, when I look too much like a filly to other people..." As Applejack placed an orchard blossom in Big Mac's hair, tucked snug and safe behind her ear, a thought went through Big Mac's head. "Applejack!" she jumped up, the rush of movement startling him, who was so concentrated seconds prior. "Let's give you a haircut! It'll be like how you braided my hair for me, we can cut yours!" Applejack nervously rubbed his elbow, then raising his hoof lightly beneath his muzzle, and he began to sweat. "Well, I, what if Ma and Pa don't like it?" Big Mac thought hard as Applejack grimaced, "Well, we can hide it with one of Pa's hats, an' I'm sure they won't mind," she suggested happily. Applejack considered briefly, just for a moment, the downsides of it all. He then immediately turned them all away and smiled so hard his eyes shut, stomping his front hooves against the ground up and down, "Okay, let's do it Big Mac!" As they galloped back to the barn, Applejack had suddenly realized he was so surprised with how much Big Mac had been talking, she never seemed so excited to talk about anything, and he realized how much this all meant to her. It meant a lot to him, too. Especially that his sister was so supportive while still knowing so little, but in her defense, he didn't know much either. It was a very special feeling, he thought to himself, very pleased. They skidded to a halt clumsily as they reached the doors to the barn. Foal-ishly peeking through the front windows, they realized it was only Granny and baby Bloom home, their parents must be out. They looked at each other, grinning, and cantered to the back, sneaking inside through the back door. When they made it to the bathroom, Applejack noted Big Mac looked a little worn out, wearing a tired look on her face. She figured all this chattiness probably made her sister a little exhausted. He shot a reassuring patended Sibling glance at her telling her all she needed to know, not needing words. Big Mac let out a gentle smile. She helped her little brother reach the cabinet above the sink, reaching the scissors that were so high up it took them both working together to reach. Applejack had a slight doubt in his mind, his parents probably didn't want him touching the scissors by himself, did they? But he had his big sister with him, and it had to be done! Nopony else would, and only they understood. Applejack balanced shakily with two hooves on Big Mac's back, warily reaching one back hoof up onto the sink, as he balanced with his two front hooves against the edge of the cabinet. He grasped the scissors between his teeth, and brashly jumped down, just barely missing a potential accident, even though they both knew better than to jump around with scissors, they threw caution to the wind regardless. Applejack happily put his front hooves on the rim of the sink, tapping them and bopping his little head, he looked at his big sister, who began working at his hair. Big Mac chopped with a great lack of care, playfully snipping one strand then the next. Applejack beamed the whole time, simply happy to have it happen, plan or not. Big Mac frequently spun around him, balancing on three hooves and sometimes getting in so close that she held his face with one hoof, his hair with another, and cut with the scissors firm in her mouth. Applejack's body relaxed completely and was kicking and rearing with every cut, wiggling and happily holding his front hooves together and constantly swishing his head from side to side to check how it looked, one side fell to his muzzle, and the other to his chin. He smiled bigger than ever before. With the final snip, Big Mac dropped the scissors carelessly to the tile below. She gently grasped Applejack's chin and turned her sibling's head forward to face the mirror, and his mouth immediately fell agape, his jaw slack, and his eyes slowly widening with the purest joy there ever was. He cupped his hooves to his mouth, removing them, turning his head to the side, and then fixing himself and putting his hooves to his open mouth once again. He felt a soft tug in his throat and his chest, and he couldn't control the watering in his eyes, "Big Mac!!" his voice cracked. "Yes Applejack?" the filly said apprehensively, fearing that she had done something wrong. "Oh Big Mac, oh my gosh I love it so so much!!" He bucked and whinnied, spinning in circles, his once-flowing tail too short to trip over now, and the euphoria of it all was the most overwhelming emotion little Applejack had ever felt. The tugging became so immense he couldn't ignore it, and he acknowledged it by leaping onto Big Mac with a hearty hug, squeezing her tight as his little arms could, and he rubbed his muzzle into her neck. Big Mac politely pushed her hoof between her neck and AJ's hoof, making sure he didn't squeeze too tight, struggling slightly to breathe. This foal was definitely a strong one. "Thank you so much big sis!!! I feel so great!!" he neighed, stepping back, one hoof raised wiping his immense wave of tears. The feeling of euphoria shot through his body in a rush, showing itself in the form of a tiny but powerful hop, as he lifted his legs into the air and threw them around. Applejack rushed back to the mirror, urging Big Mac to come look as well, as she didn't quite see herself yet with her hair "done all proper-like." Big Mac's face became pale, as she felt the rush of a thousand different emotions. The paranoia became astounding again, what if she didn't like how she looked as a filly? What if she still didn't feel right? What if it wasn't - Her thoughts were abruptly cut short by Applejack tugging her over, knowing her sister just sometimes needed a push in the right direction. "Lookie Big Mac!!" he placed his arm cheerfully around her, wrapping it over her back. Big Mac's eyes were glued shut, and she only bashfully peeked one eye open because curiosity would've ate her alive otherwise, and deep down she knew she had to see herself eventually. She uncovered her hoof from her eye, and opened both of them slowly. Her mouth opened ever so slightly, and she wasn't even aware she had stopped breathing, her eyes fluttered up and down the braided locks, along with her heart, and her eyes landed on the blossom in her ear. She couldn't speak, her throat clogged up from such elation. She felt the choking once again, but it wasn't like before, this feeling was quite welcoming actually. It rushed from her throat up to her head, and took her breath away. The sobbing ebbed at her cheeks right away, and she turned to look at her brother. As they spoke with lack of words, they stared with inordinate graditude. As Big Mac smoothly turned back to the mirror, Applejack stomped all his hooves again, one after the other with no apparent order or care, shaking his head in a frenzy as his ears twitched and he smiled a mile wide. He finally felt *pretty.* Big Mac watched herself adoringly, for the first time ever, and felt this acceptance and understanding of herself coursing through her veins with a confidence she'd never had. She blushed, and her ears fell downward, a small smile creeping onto her face. "Applejack," she whispered softly, as if she were too worried the world would hear her secrets. Applejack peered closer with wide, curious eyes, "Yeah Big Mac?" he whispered back. "My name.." she mumbled. Applejack raised his eyebrows, captivated, as Big Mac slowly lifted her hoof to the blossom behind her ear. "Blossom?" Applejack stated inquisitively, before Big Mac could shake her head AJ corrected himself, "Orchard Blossom!" he exlaimed, leaning back and jumping in the air, "Oh big sis, that's so pretty!! I love it so much!!" Orchard Blossom nervously gestured for him to keep it down, as he was prone to being unaware of his volume control. Applejack embarassedly covered his mouth with a shy smile, "Oops, sorry big sis." he cleared his throat, "Orchard Blossom!!" he yell-whispered, the excitement shining through him, he stamped his tiny hooves and clapped them together in celebration. "That's so pretty, Orchard Blossom!" Applejack told her earnestly, loving the new name. "I don't think I want a new name, but I'm really happy ya found one you like!" "Orchard Blossom, Orchard Blossom, Orchard Blossom!" Applejack repeated, playfully prancing in circles, excited by the sight of his short tail, he spun even faster. "What's all that commotion in there? Applejack? Big Mac? Are ya in there?" they heard through the shut door, hoofsteps gradually approaching, painstakingly slow but steady. Both of them felt their hearts drop from their chest as they froze, unable to even fathom moving. How would they explain any of this? Applejack hurried to clean up desperately, brushing the hair together with his hooves, coldly sweating from his brow as he frantically hurried to remove any evidence. He stopped mid-sweep to quickly shove his father's hat on his head, which slumped immediately and blocked his vision. "Oh dangit Blossom, Pa's hat's too big! I can't see!!" Orchard Blossom was still unmoving, sheer panic stopping her very breaths. Applejack felt the tugging in his throat rise up again as he began whimpering.

[mingi-bubu]

Watch “Youth With You” with Me!

Episode 10 Part 1

- okay we are gonna find out who’s in the top nine?  Ten?  Idk i don’t remember last episode all that well

- i of course with my luck have gotten a head cold during this plague bc my sleep schedule is fucked up and im not getting enough

- anyway, y’all don’t care about that.  you’re here to hear about the trainees and me wax poetic about how good xukun looks

- i have my water, i have my phone, let’s go

- oh shit nearly half the trainees will be leaving

- these girls have been together for three months oof i couldn’t do that

- kun is gonna be wearing a white suit with black accents???  sign me the fuck up

- MR FRUIT THE ICON HIMSELF

- i lowkey am a mr fruit fanblog but only on thursdays and saturdays

- naho being in the opening crdits im living

- 60th ranking is not getting announced until the very end ugh

- top nine tho leggo

- 9th is snow kong

- babymonster *hand shaking emoji* me being afraid of spiders

- ive decided to no longer know or have an opinion on whatever the fuck controversy is going on rn bc like who the fuck knows

- oh sick each placing for the top nine get to say their own speech individually that’s dope

- 8 is asdljif;alerskjg;kgjl;argjk bitch kun out here pulling on people’s legs

- congrats to xin liu!!!!

- i love it when the trainees specificlly mention the trainees who have offered them help or done something supportive for them

- ugh i just *clenches fist* love it when women uplift other women

- i think babymonster will rank higher than 7

- 7 is shaking!!!

- aweh i love kun’s little tic against the sides of the podium

- shaking’s speech was very heartfelt

- ugh the comraderies that exist here i T.T

- 6 is jue chen!!!!  love my stonefaced bitch getting this

- i like that kun is trying to help ease her nervousness

- she has said five sentences according to the iqiyi counter

- awww kunkun-ah reassuring her that it’s fine bc he was a stonefaced bitch in the beginning toooo !!!!   we love to see it

- love how short and to the point jue chen’s speech was what an icon

- shaking trying to hand a tissue to jue chen and then finding out she wasn’t crying is such a cute moment pelase someone gif it

- 5th rank is sharon wang!!!  i love that for her

- she and i are the same in that if i was in her place i too would be writing down the names and types of cool snacks i haven’t had before

- 4th rank is BABYMONSTER HELL YEAH I LVOE TO SEE IT

- oh my god i might cry she’s so sweet i love her so much im so proud

- she’s thanking her og 24 fans i - T.T

- kun is such a sweetheart

- top three gang lets get it

- 3 is kun i s2g if you keep yixinging it up i will teleport to china and clown on you

- HOLY SHIT XIAOTANG I;M LITERALLY SO EXCITE!!!!!!!!  I LOVE HER SADJFKAK

- kun is such a bitch i’m going to kill him alkdsfja;lksdjf;aisdjf;lkadjf

- ANYWAY I’M SO HAPPY FOR HER WE STAN SO HARD SHE’S SO CUTE MY TALL WIFE I LOVE HER

- i love that hanging out with esther has made her also not know how to shut the fuck up

- asldkfj;lksdjfalk;sdf she’s so cute “everyone smells so good!” babyyyy

- i love her so mucha askdfa;slkdj i’m so happy 

- bitch its reall crying time right now i love her

- please let her stay in the top 9

- three positiions left to be announced, 1, 2, & 60

- and we cut to the dorms again for part 2 of the fashion show

- party time babeey

- god im getting flashbacks to backstage opening night for theatre adljfskld

- akdlfjasdklfjadskflj i’m definitely part of the group that was too busy eatingto get dressed for a “party”

- ooohhh we got some badass club looks right here ladies i love it.

- oou we got some diva looks we love to see it

- some ladyboss looks

- we got an all white ensemble

- we got a mix of diva and badass club looks with marco lin

- kfjakdjfaklds love to see it

- babymonster and frhanm look so fantastic what the fuck i can’t

- oh i see a tradish concept from yvonne !

- four hairdressers club love to see it

- dlkadaf socks and sandals are not fashion but they make it fashion

- yan yu reminds me of my old roommate who said she’d hit me

- it’s just from the outfit bc it’s something that she would’ve worn

- naho had a rice cooker with her i stan the right gal

- they had a whole little chant at the end that’s cute

- kiki xu’s group won!

- kasdjfdsadklf esther’s room was the one that failed to stunt bc they were eating that’s such a gd mood fr fr

- diamond really said tonight we feast didn’t she

- omg they really did get hot pot!!  oh it’s so cute i love

- now i really want some hot pot

- this looks so fun omg

- ckhhhhhhhhhhh i want hot pot so badly fkcng quarentine

- “have a little rest, and then eat some more” god babymonster and i would get on so well aldkfja;ldkfj

- esther and xiaotang zhang trying to lose weight and xiaotang blatently eating the hot pot is a gd mood

- oh we’re back to the rankings

- alskdjfas;lkdfja kiki and esther are coming to the stage

- kiki gets first right? i think that’s how it should work

- i had to rewind i missed what kun had said e.e

- ooooh they get to read out their letters to themselves that’s so cute

- it’s real loving top 9 hours isnt it boys

- lakjfdlaksdjfasdkf i too would laugh at my past self esther

- this is so fucking funny i love it

- kun looks like he wants to do anything else but talk to esther jesus

- kiki’s turn to read

- oh we really are going to tear up during kiki’s arent we

- we love seeing someone going from being filled with shame to being confident in themself and the group they are in

- that was very sweet im o.o

- 1st rank isssss..........WAHT

- I WAS NOT EXPECTING ESTHER WHAT THE FUCK

- KIKI IN SECOND

- WOWOWOWOWOW I AM SHOOKING

- esther really out her gonna make me cry fUCK

- i love that she is thanking like everyone who works on the show bc so often ppl forget about certain groups that are so important to the production of the show

- kiki is out here really making sure that she brings up the name of everyone who’s ever helped her on this road so far and it’s real crying hours lads this is emtoional

- who the fuck has doubts about her????

- wait yeah she explained that earlier.  i’m sorry i am sick and my emory is a jello bowl

- esther is so cute ~

- i like the top 9 group a lot but i would make some changes...

- but im not going to get into that bc it’s not relevant

- oh new game for the trainees

- ooooohhhhh fuck they get to clown on their fellow trainees to complain about them

- ten bucks says esther pops up

- nineone would be good at the gwiyomi i think if she didn’t get so easily embarrased

- “it’s not my fault” *cuts to esther and vivi eating constantly*  amazing

- aria falling asleep in public places is a mood

- is that the end of part one?

- well shit i guess it is ok

- was not expecting it to end that suddenly but whatever i guess asldkfjas;dlkfjas

- anyway, i’ll see y’all in part 2 UwU

[idk-my-aesthetic]

so im working on a duck tales fic and this is the first part of the first chapter this is going to be so long help but im just posting it bc i can ig lol so if you wanna read it you can,,,, also for reference theirs a few time jumps and donald is trans so if ages and pronouns don’t make sense thats why

Chapter 1- Donald

Donald huffed as he walked in the hose behind his sister and cousins, slamming the door as he passed the threshold, and grumbling under his breath as he went to sit in the living room.

Grammie raised an eyebrow at him from her rocking chair, looking up from her paper to see what was her “granddaughter’s” problem.

“What’s wrong poppet?” Donald looked up at her and instantly deflated, quickly moving his gaze to the floor to avoid her eyes.

Grammie sighed.

“Della, sweet pea, could you come here a minute?”

Della walked in from the kitchen, munching on an apple. She seemed calm, but anyone who knew her well could tell she was seething under her cool demeanor.

“Mmm?”

“Could ya tell me what’s up with your sister?”

Della took another bite of her apple, sharing a look with her brother before continuing.

“Some kids in town we’re making fun of her speech impediment. She was obviously mad, but she did really well and didn’t blow up on them like you taught her. Even stopped me from going over and kicking their butts.” She looked over at Donald again, waiting for something. Then continued after he hesitantly nodded at her.

“Unfortunately… when we got back she was still mad… and kinda took it out on the azaleas.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “That may be my fault though… I kinda went off on the lemon tree first…”

Grammie sighed and rubbed her eyes.

“Thanks, sweet pea. You and your cousins head outside, and tell them to quit eavesdropping from the kitchen otherwise I’ll make them muck out the cow pen.” There was a crash heard from the kitchen. “Well, Gladstone at least. The smell’s too much for Feathery… and he likes all his other chores too much… maybe I won’t let him shell the peas during the next harvest…”

A loud “What!?” from Feathery was heard from the kitchen before the two came running out.

“Please don't make me clean the cow pen!”

“But I love shelling the peas!”

The six and eight year olds loudly chattered over each other about why they didn't deserve such a harsh punishment for such a small crime, Gladstone trying to blame it on the younger bird and Feathery attempting to use his cuteness as a viable reason not to be punished.

Grammie laughed, cutting them both off.

“How’s about this, y’all head outside, and stop eavesdropping, and I won't punish you. Or tell your parents, Gladstone.”

Both nodded vigorously, Feathery even reaching out to grab Della’s hand and pull her outside with them.

Grammie then turned to face Donald, who was giggling quietly from his spot on the couch. He frowned again once he realized her attention was back on him, looking down in shame.

“I’m going to teach you how to knit.”

Donald looked up at her in surprise.

“What?”

Grammie nodded once, her mind made up, then moved from her rocking chair to sit with him on the couch.

“I'm going to teach you how to knit, and if you get mad, I want you to start knitting. And if you try knitting and it doesn't work, we’ll find you something else, okay? But we gotta get this anger problem under control.” She got a bit of a sly grin, then leaned down to mock whisper something to him. “I’ll have to see if I can find something else for Della, tried to teach that girl once and she almost took her eye out.”

Donald giggled.

“You’re not mad about the azaleas?” he asked in a small voice.

She looked contemplative for a moment, choosing her next words carefully while the seven-year-old squirmed nervously next to her.

“I'm not happy about them, and you’re going to clean up and replant them tomorrow,” She raised her eyebrows at him, and Donald nodded vigorously, “but I’m not going to give you any other punishment for it. Emotions can be hard to control, and you’re still learning. Anger isn’t bad, we just need to make sure we only act on it when necessary, alright?”

Donald nodded.

“And Poppet, I’m proud at you for not flipping on those kids. But next time, call me, and I’ll give them a whooping for you.” She winked at him, earning another smile. “Or let your sister give them a tongue lashing for you.” She got real close to him again. “And if someone really tries to hurt you, or someone else you love, well you have my permission to use that anger to whoop them, kapeesh?”

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“Della- ack!” Donald yelped as he almost tripped again, only kept upright by his sister pulling him forward. “Would you slow down?!”

The girl in front of him laughed, not bothered by her twin’s complaints.

“No way sis, there's something I need to show you!”

Donald rolled his eyes, but sped up slightly to match his sister’s speed.

He did fall eventually, but his sister picked him right back up again.

***

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“Come on Feathery, just jump in!” Della called from the center of the lake, causing Donald to send her a dirty look from where he was trying to coax the young duck into the water.

Feathery stiffened, and pulled his foot up from where it was just touching the water.

“J-jump? M-maybe I should just go and help Grammie with lunch after all.” Feathery said, starting to slowly scoot away from his spot the edge of the dock Donald had just spent 25 minutes getting him to.

“Really dude? Just get in the lake. You’re too big for the fish to eat.” Gladstone said as he floated past.

“There are fish that eat ducks?!”

Donald rolled his eyes, then tried to morph his face into a relatively soothing expression.

“Ignore them. Fish don’t eat ducks, and you don’t have to jump in. Just slide off the edge, and I’ll catch you. I promise I won’t let you go under, and once you’re in your floaties will protect you and we’ll have tons of fun, okay?”

Feathery flapped his wing, looking nervously at the water.

“Feth, you love the water, just come on in.”

“Can’t I just go get my life vest? And you could teach me to swim next week?” The small duck asked with pleading eyes. This was the third day in a row he’d weaseled his way out of learning to swim.

Donald sighed for a long moment, leaning back in the water until half his head was covered before shooting back up.

“If you come in I’ll dye some of that special yarn you love red and knit you a bracelet to take around with you.” He would have offered to make him a new hat, but Feathery’s current one was made recently enough they couldn't justify wasting the yarn to make a new one.

Feathery perked up at the offer, considering it for a moment before scooting closer to the edge.

“Can you make me one with a lot of lines? And make the stitch really tight so it's better to touch?”

Donald nodded, arms out to catch his cousin.

Feathery hesitated a moment longer, then slid off the dock into his cousin’s arms, grabbing the older duck tightly around the neck.

Della cheered from where she was swimming, accidentally splashing Gladstone. Who then retaliated by dunking her head in the water, starting a rough housing match at the center of the lake.

Feathery continued to hold on tightly to Donald, trying to get closer even as the older duck attempted to gently pry him off.

“Feth, you have floaties, I don’t, so if you hold on to me like this we’ll both just go under!”

The smaller duck whimpered, so Donald half swam them to a nearby sandbank where he could stand.

“Okay, you’re going to let go and I’ll hold you up by your arms, okay?” He told the six-year-old who was still stuck to his chest, holding on like his life depended on it. Feathery shook his head, his face pressed into the crook of his older cousin’s neck, but Donald still slowly removed him, quietly assuring him it was okay, until the only point of contact between the two was Donald holding the younger boy up by his forearms.

After a few minutes Feathery calmed down, reassured by his cousin’s presence and his small arm floaties.

“I'm going to let you go now.”

“Please don’t.”

“You’re fine, you can’t go under.”

Donald placed his cousin back fully in the water, and removed his hands, but stayed close enough so that he could help Feathery if needed.

The small duck started flailing in the water for a bit, splashing Donald in the face, before getting his balance. Though he kept splashing for a minute, even after he was stable.

“Oh.” He said after realizing he wasn't sinking.

“Yeah, oh. Now come on, let's go join Della and Gladstone at the middle of the lake.” Donald said with a small laugh, offering his hand to help pull the younger duck through the water.

Instead of taking his hand, Feathery gave a few practice kicks in the water, then grinned up at him.

“I’m gonna try and swim out myself!”

Donald grinned back.

“Race you!” he said laughing and sending a small wave at Feathery before taking off towards his where his sister and other cousin had delved into an all out splash war.

Feathery spluttered behind him before following after in a kind of improvised doggy paddle, making decent time in the water despite not being able to do any sort of proper stroke.

By dinner time, Feathery ditched even his little arm floaties, and had learned the butterfly stroke, trudgen stroke, breaststroke, and elementary backstroke from Donald, the front crawl and combat side stroke from Della, and how to properly float on his back from Gladstone.

He wouldn't even get out of the water until Grammie threatened to send him to bed without reading him the next chapter of his book, and even then ended up being taken out of the water and back to the house by Della in a fireman’s carry, both of them giggling the whole way back.

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“{Dσกα།ď} huuuuury uuuup.” Gladstone whined, leaning on his cousin’s shoulders.

Donald’s beak twitched. He was doing his best to ignore his cousin and finish his homework, but the distraction was making it impossible.

“I’m doing my homework.”

“But it's taking forever!”

“Gladstone. I get that everyone’s waiting for me. But you bugging me just makes me take longer.” Donald said through gritted teeth.

Gladstone pouted and sat at the seat next to him.

“Why is it even taking so long? Fourth graders don’t even get that much homework.” Gladstone loved pointing out that since he was a whole year older and already in middle school, he was sooooo much smarter. “And besides, you’re usually done before Della, and she’s already finished all her homework and her chores.”

Donald took a deep breath, trying to both finish his math and get his cousin to leave him alone.

“First, that's a rude thing to ask. Second, Grammie forgot to refill my attention meds and I can’t take them now because then I won’t sleep tonight.”

“Why do you need meds to pay attention?” Gladstone asked, frowning.

“Because I have a brain thing, like Feathery.”

“But Feathery doesn't take attention meds? And wait, does that mean you can't eat certain things or touch people sometimes and all those other kinds of things?”

Donald sighed, and abandoned his homework.

“We have different brain things. I have ADHD and he has ASD. Some of the symptoms overlap, so I have some of the sensory problems he has, but for me at least they're not that bad. Della also has ADHD, her sensory problems are generally a lot worse than mine, but they're kinda different from Feathery’s… it's kinda hard to explain. Different people with the same thing will have similar but different symptoms, different things will usually have their own symptoms but sometimes symptoms could go with multiple things so you just kinda have to see which thing you have the most symptoms for. ADHD is most well known for making you hyperactive and have difficulties focusing, but it can also cause you to hyper focus, have emotional difficulties, have trouble starting and finishing things, and...” Donald trailed off realizing he’d lost his cousin. “Never mind.” He turned back to his homework, slightly embarrassed

Gladstone blinked at him for a second.

“Okay, I think I get it.” He stood up and grinned down at Donald. “I’ma go take care of your chores, and let you focus. And when we get back tonight you can finish explaining all this stuff to me.”

Donald grinned back up at him.

“Works for me.”

Gladstone did a mock salute as he walked out the door to head out to the barn, and Donald got back to work on his math.

He got three questions done in the next ten minutes, before Gladstone walked back in and plopped down in the chair next to him again.

“Knock something over that somehow made all the chores do themselves?”

“Yep.”

“How long you been standing on the porch.”

“Eight minutes… I got bored.”

The two delved into silence again for a few minutes, Donald managing to get two problems done before Gladstone went to open his mouth again.

“Ya know I-”

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish!”

“You were going to offer to guess the numbers for me, which while it usually works for you the last time we tried that my teacher collected it as a pop quiz and I got a seven percent on it.” Donald looked from his homework. “Wait was the seven your luck mocking me?!”

“No! At least I don’t think so… anyway, it's not my fault you're so unlucky… weren’t you literally hatched on March thirteenth at like thirteen hours or something?”

“One thirteen am, exactly two hours and two minutes after Della, who somehow managed to hatch at eleven eleven.”

Gladstone cocked his head in confusion.

“It's the wish time.”

“Oh.”

The two lapsed into silence again.

“I should give you some of my luck.”

“I literally don't think that's possible.”

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“Girls, could you come here?”  

“One sec, Grammie!” Donald called, placing down a two from his deck, which earned him a loud squawk from Gladstone who was trying to place three kings before he started his turn.

“Seriously!”

Donald stuck his tongue out at his cousin, happy to have blocked the other’s move.

“Girls!”

The twins sighed, each placing down their deck.

“If either of you look at my cards I’m dumping water on your beds.” Della said, glaring at them as she backed out of the room into the kitchen.

“I’ll use milk.” Donald said over his shoulder as he followed her out.

In the kitchen, Grammie was sitting at the table, sorting the mail. In her hand was what seemed to be a normal letter, but it had a very thin wax seal. The twins sat at the table across from her, and Donald tried to get a look at the return address on the letter. She seemed nervous, and it set them on edge.

“This,” She gestured with the letter, “is from your uncle Scrooge.” Donald raised his eyebrows. Scrooge rarely contacted anyone in the family. He’d sort of just show up at random, his arms filled with exotic gifts.

Grammie frowned a bit, seemingly unsure how to continue.

“When your parents... passed, he wanted to take you in. You were already staying here, and I told him it’d be better to let you settle before uprooting you and moving you across the country. But it’s been four years now, and he wants to take you in.” Donald stiffened, the words echoing in his head. Della seemed like she was about to say something, but Donald cut her off.

“So you’re just sending us away?!” He yelled, standing up.

Grammie seemed offended, slamming her hands on the table and straightening her back.

“Of course not! Sit down!” Donald sat slowly, both a bit sheepish for exploding out of nowhere, and still simmering with anger.  He took a breath to calm down.

“Sorry…”

“Hmph.” Grammie nodded, acknowledging the apology. “If you’d let me finish, I was going to say that I wanted to know what you girls think.” She stopped for a moment, running her hand through her hair in thought. “I'm sure you girls have noticed… the farm hasn't been doing too well these past couple years. It’s part of the reason you’re aunt and uncle moved to the city, and why Gladstone’s staying with us now. If you went to live with your uncle… it would definitely help.”

She leaned forward to take one of each of their hands in her own.

“But I don’t want you to feel forced to go. We’re not in that desperate of a situation yet. If worse comes to worst, Gladstone will move back with his parents and Feathery… well, he’ll probably go live with his sister. She’s offered to take them in considering their parents… well, they just don’t know how to take care of him… and they refuse to learn…”

She shook her head.

“I just want you girls to know you have options, okay? And if you choose to go stay with him, or if we have to send off your cousins, you wouldn't be completely separated. You’d be able to call them whenever you want, see them at holidays, and any other time we could get you kids together.”

The twins were silent. Della slipped her hand out of Grammie’s grasp, while Donald just stared down at the table, trying to absorb everything.

“So we’re going to be separated no matter what.” Della said, her voice tinged with anger. It wasn’t a question.

“Not necessarily… but it's likely.”

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Della’s voice still had her cold anger in it, clipping and freezing the words as they left her mouth.

“Della, you’re children, what was I supposed to do?”

“Tell us!” She stood suddenly, startling her brother. “Sure we may be kids, but maybe we could have gotten jobs, helped out instead of being left in the dark!”

Grammie slowly rose from her seat, looking her granddaughter straight in the eye.

“I wasn't going to ruin your childhoods with money problems. Feathery’s only nine, the two of you are eleven, and Gladstone is twelve. All of you are far too young to be worrying about this. I only told you so you could make your choice knowing all the possibilities.” She took a long breath. “I think we all need to calm down. Send your cousins in a few if they have any questions, I’m sure they heard most of that.”

She took a moment to straighten her clothes, then walked out on the porch, grabbing what Donald dubbed her “smoking purse” on the way out.

Della just stood their, seething. She glared at the door where Grammie had just left from. Donald took her hand.

The two stayed there for a minute, before Donald stood and lead them back to the living room, finding their cousins in the hall. Feathery immediately latched onto Donald, and Della went over to bury her face in Gladstone’s neck.

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Donald stared as the dog put his and Della’s bags in the back of the limo. It didn’t feel real. It felt like a dream, like tomorrow he’d wake back up in his bed and find out he imagined the last few months and him and Della were never going to leave in the first place.

He sat off on the porch with his sister and cousins, all clinging to each other. Feathery was pressed into his side, and Della laid her head on his shoulder. Gladstone had his arm wrapped around Della, and was holding on to Donald’s hand. None of them wanted to let go.

Grammie, who had been questioning the dog as he loaded the car, walked on up to them and smiled sadly.

“Time to say goodbye.”

The four untangled themselves, and stood. Feathery was obviously holding back tears, but he stepped aside and took a breath.

“I have something for you guys.” He faced Donald first, and pulled out knitted armband. It was white, and somewhat lopsided, with stitches randomly being too tight or loose enough to stick a finger through.

“I tried to make one for you to match mine… it’s not very good, and I wanted to dye it blue but Grammie wouldn't let me but-” He was cut off by Donald pulling him into a hug.

“It's perfect.” he said smiling. They pulled out of the embrace, and Feathery put the bracelet on his wrist, then gave him one more quick hug before going over to Della.

He pulled out a folded piece of paper, and handed it to her. She unfolded and read it, while Feathery nervously looked on. When she got to the end, she grinned, and pulled him into a hug.

“Heh, way to upstage me Feathery,” Gladstone said, “I guess we had the same idea…”

Della raised her eyebrows at him, releasing Feathery from the hug.

“Don’t blame Feathery for your unoriginality.”

He stuck in tongue out at her.

“Whatever, Dumbella, check your bag.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but looked through the satchel around her neck nonetheless. Seeing something Gladstone must have placed in there, she laughed, gave him a hug, and said something to him Donald couldn't hear.

Gladstone whispered something back, and the two laughed again. He released her and walked over to Donald, taking out a pressed four-leaf clover, preserved between two pieces of tape.

“For luck.” He said with a small grin. Donald gently took it, placed it in his pocket, and pulled his cousin into a hug. The two stood for a long minute. They didn’t always get along, and fought the most out of the four, but they loved each other. A lot.

“Come on girls, time to go.” Grammie said softly, one hand on Della’s shoulder.

Gladstone gave Donald a kiss on the top of his head, squeezed him one more time, and let go. Feathery came over and grabbed Gladstone’s hand, wiping away the tears that leaked through his eyes.

Donald grabbed Della’s hand, and the two walked with Grammie to the limo.

“Poppet, why don’t you go check that ya have everything?” Donald slipped his hand out of Della’s, sharing a quick look with her, then walked over to check they had all of their bags, looking at the trunk over the shoulder of the… butler? Chauffeur? Whatever.  

The dog gave him a kind smile, but he just waved in response. The dog shut the trunk, and walked around to get in the driver’s seat.

Donald turned back around to see Della hugging Grammie goodbye. They let go, and Della went to get in the car. She gave him a watery smile as she walked past.

Donald nodded back, and walked over to say goodbye to Grammie. She instantly pulled him into a hug, and kissed the top of his head.

“Y'all be good for your uncle Scrooge now, alright?” Donald nodded into the embrace. Grammie gave him another kiss on the top of his head, then held him at arm’s length, looking him over.

“I have somethin for ya too.” She said, pulling out a set of knitting needles, a small notebook, and a pouch from her purse.

“The pouch is a sewing kit, and the notebook has directions on how to make a loom, and written tips from me from all my years of sewing, knitting, and weaving. As well as a good handful of patterns.” She handed the two things to him, then held up the needles so he could see them better. “I’ve had these since I was a little girl. My pa made them for me. I want you to have them now.” She took his hand and placed them in it, carefully closing his fingers around them.

Donald stared at the needles, trying to swallow around the lump in his throat. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, he hugged his Grammie again, trying to hold back his tears.

“Don’t cry Poppet, we’ll see each other again soon.” She gave him one last kiss, and let go. Donald wiped his eyes

“I love you Grammy.” He said with a small smile, then went to get in the car with Della. As soon as he sat down, she put her head on his shoulder. He got himself settled, buckling and putting the things his family gave him in his bag, then wrapped his arm around his sister, preparing for the five-hour drive ahead.