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GIRLS LIKE GIRLS . peppermarcie (youtube) for @childhoodcreativity

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eh...doodles

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peanuts fandom help me

how do I start a fanfic where charlie brown's depressed and isolating himself with marcie being the only person to check on him

genuine question

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Chapter 5 at last!

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[maslosstuff]

McFist Industries, Marci is a villain now along with her children Bash and his sister Morgan. Morgan and Bash are sent to Norrisville to find the ninja identity can’t be sending robots all the time people will start being suspicious that’s what Marci says it will be bad for the company and her reputation

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Some Katamari baby cousins

[evilspiritweek]

rc9gn driving headcanons

Randy - Not like,, old enough to get a license during the run of the show, but I do believe he thought Mario Kart translated to actual driving. Gets tickets a lot, but surprisingly never gets into an accident

Howard - On the same level as Randy, I imagine. Really sees it more as a status symbol than actually uses it. In turn though, when he gets his own, he does become a better driver. I firmly believe his personal car would have those fuzzy dice hanging on the mirror

Heidi - I initially thought she'd be a bit reckless, but in actuality, I think she'd be one of the safest drives bc she's low-key on edge the whole time. This is partially due to the fact that it's her parent's car at first, but his anxiety carries over into her personal one tenfold. Again, it's a status symbol. Howard is not allowed anywhere near her car, but if her dad forces her to take him somewhere, he's sentenced tot he back and can't even sit shotgun

Viceroy - Dreads driving. Not necessarily a bad driver, but he hates having to drive with the rest of the public. Thankfully, his job means he doesn't really have to do it much.

McFist - He would get chauffeured around a lot more than actually drive, which is good because he kinda sucks. Definitely no accidents, but he's too impatient, so he'd have bad road rage if he needs to get somewhere. That begin said, if he was just cruising, I think he'd stay in his own lane and actually be chill. Goes to those antique car shows.

Bash Johnson - Technically has his own car, but it'd be under his dad's insurance. Always going at least fifteen above the speed limit. Would ride your ass until he could pass you, flip you off, and then sit at the red light in the lane parallel to you because he didn't realize it was going to change.

Marci - Similar to her husband, doesn't need to drive, and that's probably for the best. She doesn't drive bad, but her parking is the worst- takes up two spots every single time. But at the same time, what are you gonna do about it? That's McFist's wife bro?? (I think she'd actually be really nice about it tho- she can totally adjust if you asked)

Mr. and Mrs. Driscoll - Their licenses have expired.

Principal Slimovitz - I think he'd be a good driver, but with how many times his car's been totaled, he'd also have really bad road rage. If you see him trying to merge, just let him in. His car's been totaled three times that month already, he totally ready to make it a fourth.

Morgan - shes fine overall, but ooooh my god, does she tailgate like it's her fuckign job. Only one in the Dancing Fish with a car, so expect to see all of them squashed in their after practice.

Rachel - Abysmal. doesn't know the first thing about cars. It starts making a funny noise and she's just like "oh! that's a new one ^.^" until her car stops working all together. She knows she's supposed to change the oil, she just doesn't know how frequently or why.

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we ❤️ katamari!

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Knight of Dawn, Chapter 10 [NYTF]

tw: parental death

It was still dark outside when Piers woke from their fitful sleep. Grady was frantically shaking them. 

“You need to go to Adele. Now. Marcie said she’s fading fast.”

Piers had never run that fast in their life. The short elevator ride took an eternity, and they almost wiped out when they rounded the corner. The guards stepped aside as they shoved through the doors. Marcie kneeled at one side of the bed, holding Adele’s hand, gently squeezing it. David was beside her, talking in a hushed voice. On the other side stood Dr. Panya, maskless. Xe tried to seem unconcerned, fiddling with the IV and checking her vitals, but xir hands shook and xir nervous tics couldn’t be hidden. At the end of her bed sat Dubois. He was stoic, looking at something on his lens.

Piers wanted him gone. He didn’t belong here. 

“Mom?” 

Everyone except Dubois looked up when they spoke, and Marcie motioned for them. Piers slid to their knees beside her, and they took Adele’s hand.

“Hi mama…” They whispered, and she smiled, weakly squeezing their hand.

“Hey Jilly-bean.” Her voice sounded far away, and Piers wasn’t sure if it was her or their rising panic.

“You’re gonna be okay, right? You’re…this is just another one of those episodes?” Piers asked, and Adele shook her head. They ignored her, continuing, “You’re gonna get better, remember? You’re gonna help me with.... You’re gonna tell me about my family. You’re gonna…gonna..” Piers trailed off, tears starting to well in their eyes, “Please. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to do this alone.”

“You are not alone. I promise you. You aren’t gonna be alone. There’s others, others who love you, others who care about you, others like you. Do you hear me?” Adele squeezed their hand with a surprising strength, and Piers nodded.

“I…I don’t want you to go.” Their voice cracked.

This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.

She was getting quieter, but they leaned in, barely able to hear her speak. “I love you. I’m proud of you. You’re going to do great things. I know…”

Her voice trailed off, and her hand went limp in theirs. Piers choked on their tears. They held onto her, burying their face in her bedspread which still smelled like her perfume.

The god-awful apple perfume. 

No one said anything for a while, as they cried. She couldn’t be gone. This had to be… this was just a bad dream. This wasn’t real.

“Sweetheart,” Marcie slid a hand between them and the bed, trying gently to pull them away, but they just held on tighter. Adele hadn’t been the best mother, but she was their mother, and she had tried.

“This isn’t funny. I wanna… you gotta…” Their voice trailed off as they began to sob even harder. She couldn’t be dead. Marcie moved her hand to their back, gently rubbing in circles. Even David, stone-cold as he normally was, put his arm over their shoulders, hugging them.

“What do we do now?” Dr. Panya quietly asked, and Marcie shushed xir. 

“We need to start planning now. We’ll be in danger the moment-” Dubois spoke up. Piers jerked upright, staring at him with pure venom, and he fell quiet. 

“Piers, I know, it’s gonna be hard, but you need to let her go.” David gently tried to pull them away again, but they just couldn’t. This would be the last time they ever saw her. The last time they ever got to hold her hand. Everything had changed when she’d abdicated, but they didn’t want her to be gone. She wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be.

Marcie spoke up, “Come on sweetheart. We’re right here for you. You need to let go.”

“Fuck off.” Piers cried, squeezing Adele as tight as they could as now both Marcie and David tried to pull them back. They didn’t want to let her go. David got up from his spot, and someone else took his place, an arm around their shoulders and a quiet voice in their ear.

“Jillian, you need to let go. I promise. It’s gonna be okay.” Dubois seemed calm, but they could hear the waver in his voice.

They weren’t going to listen to someone they had no reason to trust.

“Please, let go.” Marcie got a little firmer, yet her voice was still wet from crying, “It’s not going to make it feel any easier or better for you, I promise.”

No.

Dubois wrapped his arms around Piers’ midsection, and they held onto the bedspread and Adele as tight as they could.

“Jillian, let go.”

“No!”

Forcibly, he pulled them back, and they fought and kicked and cried, but he didn’t let them go. Dr. Panya gently closed her eyes and covered her with the sheet. 

“No! No! No! Let me go!” Piers cried out, but he held them tight against his body. “Please! She’s not-She can’t-Fuck….” Finally, after giving it everything they had to get away, they went slack, body heaving hard with every sob. Dubois shifted his hand, holding the side of their head against his chest, so they couldn’t watch. They didn’t want to. Instead, they held onto his shirt tightly, crying like a child. His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest, and they listened.

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happy asexual week to georgia warr, darcy olsson, kj brandman, erin tieng, thalia grace, reyna ramirez arellano, sam fraser, josh johnson, stiles stilinski, annabeth chase, nico di angelo, maddox, ricky bowen, max mayfield, nancy wheeler, will byers, dustin henderson, ziggy berman, tori spring, marcy wu, amity blight, and ca$h piggot!

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[thaoworra]

The Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association recently released the poems that made it to the finalist stage for consideration for the 2024 Rhysling Awards for Short and Long Speculative Poems of the year. Congratulations to all of the nominees! This will be the 46th year these awards have been conferred!

Short Poems (50 finalists)

Attn: Prime Real Estate Opportunity!, Emily Ruth Verona, Under Her Eye: A Women in Horror Poetry Collection Volume II

The Beauty of Monsters, Angela Liu, Small Wonders 1

The Blight of Kezia, Patricia Gomes, HWA Poetry Showcase X

The Day We All Died, A Little, Lisa Timpf, Radon 5

Deadweight, Jack Cooper, Propel 7

Dear Mars, Susan L. Lin, The Sprawl Mag 1.2

Dispatches from the Dragon's Den, Mary Soon Lee, Star*Line 46.2

Dr. Jekyll, West Ambrose, Thin Veil Press December

First Eclipse: Chang-O and the Jade Hare, Emily Jiang, Uncanny 53

Five of Cups Considers Forgiveness, Ali Trotta, The Deadlands 31

Gods of the Garden, Steven Withrow, Spectral Realms 19

The Goth Girls' Gun Gang, Marisca Pichette, The Dread Machine 3.2

Guiding Star, Tim Jones, Remains to be Told: Dark Tales of Aotearoa, ed. Lee Murray (Clan Destine Press)

Hallucinations Gifted to Me by Heatstroke, Morgan L. Ventura, Banshee 15

hemiplegic migraine as willing human sacrifice, Ennis Rook Bashe, Eternal Haunted Summer Winter Solstice

Hi! I am your Cortical Update!, Mahaila Smith, Star*Line 46.3

How to Make the Animal Perfect?, Linda D. Addison, Weird Tales 100

I Dreamt They Cast a Trans Girl to Give Birth to the Demon, Jennessa Hester, HAD October

Invasive, Marcie Lynn Tentchoff, Polar Starlight 9

kan-da-ka, Nadaa Hussein, Apparition Lit 23

Language as a Form of Breath, Angel Leal, Apparition Lit October

The Lantern of September, Scott Couturier, Spectral Realms 19

Let Us Dream, Myna Chang, Small Wonders 3

The Magician's Foundling, Angel Leal, Heartlines Spec 2

The Man with the Stone Flute, Joshua St. Claire, Abyss & Apex 87

Mass-Market Affair, Casey Aimer, Star*Line 46.4

Mom's Surprise, Francis W. Alexander, Tales from the Moonlit Path June

A Murder of Crows, Alicia Hilton, Ice Queen 11

No One Now Remembers, Geoffrey Landis, Fantasy and Science Fiction Nov./Dec.

orion conquers the sky, Maria Zoccula, On Spec 33.2

Pines in the Wind, Karen Greenbaum-Maya, The Beautiful Leaves (Bamboo Dart Press)

The Poet Responds to an Invitation from the AI on the Moon, T.D. Walker, Radon Journal 5

A Prayer for the Surviving, Marisca Pichette, Haven Speculative 9

Pre-Nuptial, F. J. Bergmann, The Vampiricon (Mind's Eye Publications)

The Problem of Pain, Anna Cates, Eye on the Telescope 49

The Return of the Sauceress, F. J. Bergmann, The Flying Saucer Poetry Review February

Sea Change, David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Ann K. Schwader, Scifaikuest May

Seed of Power, Linda D. Addison, The Book of Witches ed. Jonathan Strahan (Harper Collins)

Sleeping Beauties, Carina Bissett, HWA Poetry Showcase X

Solar Punks, J. D. Harlock, The Dread Machine 3.1

Song of the Last Hour, Samuel A. Betiku, The Deadlands 22

Sphinx, Mary Soon Lee, Asimov's September/October

Storm Watchers (a drabbun), Terrie Leigh Relf, Space & Time

Sunflower Astronaut, Charlie Espinosa, Strange Horizons July

Three Hearts as One, G. O. Clark, Asimov's May/June

Troy, Carolyn Clink, Polar Starlight 12

Twenty-Fifth Wedding Anniversary, John Grey, Medusa's Kitchen September

Under World, Jacqueline West, Carmina Magazine September

Walking in the Starry World, John Philip Johnson, Orion's Belt May

Whispers in Ink, Angela Yuriko Smith, Whispers from Beyond (Crystal Lake Publishing)

Long Poems (25 finalists)

Archivist of a Lost World, Gerri Leen, Eccentric Orbits 4

As the witch burns, Marisca Pichette, Fantasy 87

Brigid the Poet, Adele Gardner, Eternal Haunted Summer Summer Solstice

Coding a Demi-griot (An Olivian Measure), Armoni “Monihymn” Boone, Fiyah 26

Cradling Fish, Laura Ma, Strange Horizons May

Dream Visions, Melissa Ridley Elmes, Eccentric Orbits 4

Eight Dwarfs on Planet X, Avra Margariti, Radon Journal 3

The Giants of Kandahar, Anna Cates, Abyss & Apex 88

How to Haunt a Northern Lake, Lora Gray, Uncanny 55

Impostor Syndrome, Robert Borski, Dreams and Nightmares 124

The Incessant Rain, Rhiannon Owens, Evermore 3

Interrogation About A Monster During Sleep Paralysis, Angela Liu, Strange Horizons November

Little Brown Changeling, Lauren Scharhag, Aphelion 283

A Mere Million Miles from Earth, John C. Mannone, Altered Reality April

Pilot, Akua Lezli Hope, Black Joy Unbound eds. Stephanie Andrea Allen & Lauren Cherelle (BLF Press)

Protocol, Jamie Simpher, Small Wonders 5

Sleep Dragon, Herb Kauderer, The Book of Sleep (Written Image Press)

Slow Dreaming, Herb Kauderer, The Book of Sleep (Written Image Press)

St. Sebastian Goes To Confession, West Ambrose, Mouthfeel 1

Value Measure, Joseph Halden and Rhonda Parrish, Dreams and Nightmares 125

A Weather of My Own Making, Nnadi Samuel, Silver Blade 56

Welcoming the New Girl, Beth Cato, Penumbric October

What You Find at the Center, Elizabeth R McClellan, Haven Spec Magazine 12

The Witch Makes Her To-Do List, Theodora Goss, Uncanny 50

The Year It Changed, David C. Kopaska-Merkel, Star*Line 46.4

Voting for the Rhysling Award begins July 1; a link to the ballot will be sent with the Rhysling Anthology, as well as with the July issue of Star*Line. More information on the Rhysling Award can be found here.

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Lucifer X Dwayne the rock Johnson - a short fic

It was a warm day in hell. Like any ol’ day, huh. It was bright in the pride ring. Maybe dark in other rings. It's like countries, they have different climates. Gluttony is usually warm and filled with party. Lust is usually cold, full of sex, horny demons, and potentially weird ass shit. Envy and greed well, they were exactly what you'd expect from places called envy and greed. That's all that can be said.

Back to the “premise” of this whole thing. If there even was one. Lucifer. He was in his mansion. The Morningstar mansion, Perhaps? It has a nice ring to it. I'd personally want to stay in a place called the Morningstar mansion, idk ABT you though. I'd say magne mansion but, lucifer is no longer magne. It's Morningstar now, heh. Magne is like a dead name ngl. Except he was now never called magne. It's always been Morningstar.

Lucifer sat there. In his “throne room”, filled with rubber ducks. Filled with atmosphere. Ecstasy, maybe. Because rubber ducks fill him with such a lovely thing. Not the horny version though. Only his wife commence that. But there was a particular reason as to *why* he was sat down. At this moment. He was in his usual day to day outfit, of course. But something was out of the ordinary. Something very unusual.

You see, under his outfit, he had on another. One out of the ordinary indeed. One embarrassing. and this outfit, was the premise here. He is rethinking his life choices indeed. Wondering, what possessed him to wear such an outfit? Why did he wear this? Because he thought it was a good thing to order off of Amazon. Now he's kindof obsessed with this catboy look. How good.

Not good.

He is worried. Anxious if you will. Why? Because he fears one thing. One thing only. And that is, the fact that the manliest man in the history of men, will not see Lucifer Morningstar as a man. That is, fear. True fear. Who is the manliest man in the history of men, you may be potentially questioning?... Well- the answer is obvious. It's oh so obvious

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Dwayne.

Dwayne the rock Johnson. The most manly man in the history of men. Hes so manly that the pancake he devours grows six packs. How charming.. he's Lucifers idol. But he's also holding Lucifer back from his full potential. Lucifer worries too much about his opinion. His opinion on how he dresses n allat.

He's been holding him back ever since lucifers most recent true love - big bird. The only thing holding him back from going full femboy mode on him, is Dwayne the rock Johnson. He thinks about his opinions on this all too much. It eats away at his brain, tbh. And why? Because he wonders, if he let out his full femboy bottom persona, would Dwayne the rock Johnson come down and smash him, in the non sexual way? Smash him into the floor until he dies, then take the crown for himself? Who knows.

Lucifer wishes he did.

**”I'm truly sorry Dwayne the rock Johnson.”**

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He sadly said as he looked to the ground. He wasn't trying to be quiet. No, he was just trying to let out his sadness. He was sorry for failing his idol by becoming an absolute femboy. He was sorry for everything like Marcy Wu was sorry for sending her friends to a frog land and kinda being a bitch. Yeah, Lucifer is an amphibia fan, whatchu gon do ABT it??

**”Even when I fell from heaven, I knew I'd find a heaven down here… and being a femboy, that's my heaven.”**

It was like he was saying a ritual. As he was now outside his mansion, down on his knees, his hands clasped together, in a Christian praise pose. He didn't know any other. He used to be a Christian when he was in heaven. Tbh, was he heaven born? Prolly. And he was a damn good angel. But he's also a damn good angel in bed. So yeah what's your point…. He is an ultimate bottom, and hell even a rizz lord.

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**”And so, dressing as a catboy isn't a sin. It's manly. It can be manly. Aand if you praise Satan, know he's a peace of shit. Sorry it was obligatory to add…”**

He snickered at the thought of Satan hearing. That would be funny. But lucifer is indeed praying in hell. Kindof??? He was trying to communicate to Dwayne the rock Johnson. Something no one has ever tried. Why? Who knows. Maybe they a pussy idk bro. Dwayne down here is probably reffered to as Dwayne the cock Johnson.

Lucifer then got up and cleaned the dust from his pants. Then ripped off his clothes. Revealing the ultimate catboy outfit … thigh high socks; a skirt, a crop top hoodie, arm warmers, a choker, an catboy ears. Tis who he is… and if Dwayne the rock Johnson doesn't accept him, no one will. He also wants Markipliers approval, but that's a story for another day.

He walked into his mansion, sat back down, took a photo, and posted it to sinstagram. He is accepting his identity tbh….. good for him. He then Lowkey fell asleep. Great. He sure does hope Dwayne the rock Johnson receives his message. Otherwise it was all pointless. Stripping in public, praying as the king in public….. let's hope it went to good use. If it didn't, that's no good.

[comeonamericawakeup]

Christian nationalists are gaining control over the Republican Party, said Marci A. Hamilton in The Guardian, and they're waging "a holy war to turn the government into a theocracy." In electing Rep. Mike Johnson as House speaker, the GOP has elevated a fundamentalist who has said "we don't live in a democracy" but rather in a "biblical" republic. Last year, Johnson referred to his work in Congress as "a spiritual battle for the survival of our country." In this crusade, Johnson will enjoy the powerful political and financial support of a legion of "true believers," such as Federalist Society architect Leonard Leo, determined to turn their "scriptural originalism" into law governing all Americans, whether they agree or not. Having succeeded in overturning Roe v. Wade, Christian nationalists want to roll back LGBTQ rights, same-sex marriage, sexual privacy, and even contraception - making America a conservative Christian version of Iran or Saudi Arabia.

THE WEEK November 17, 2023