#so exciting happy 1st day of halloween everybody

[raiiny-bay]

happy 1 yr of monster boyz <3

[yseivyl]

Induction of USC and Socialization in WMSU Pagadian

On November 3, 2023 I have my best experience being a freshman in WMSU Pagadian. During this time of the month was the turnover of the newly elected student council In WMSU. They are being introduced as they take their oath taking ceremony with Ma’am Ricohermoso the Campos administrator. I wish I cloud be one of the USC officers one day. Then after that it was followed by classroom officers turn to take the oath of responsibility.  The USC officers was responsible for being able to organized such astonishing event, though this event was the 2nd time during the Academic year 2023-2024, but this time it was actually fun, because everybody got to enjoy the event at night time.

This event was also called post-Halloween party and socialization night because it was held right after the a short vacation where we were able to go home ang light some candles and remember our diseased. All of the Students are so excited and were looking forward to this event specially me, because we were able to dressed-up in Halloween costume with our favorite characters or any improvised or original spooky costume.

This is me; my dress was reused, I wore this dress during the prom of my senior high school, from Gilts and Gram theme from prom to Halloween

We were able to walk in the red carpet showcasing everyone unique, beautiful and diverse costumes.

After the red carpet walk, we were given the chance to explore the haunted house prepared by the USC I wasn’t too spooky for my liking but I enjoyed it with my friends in hand some was so scared and some were just in for the fun.

(Hi! friends)

Just as we emerged from the exit of the haunted house was it followed by the Oath Taking of the new elected USC officers and classroom officers. But during this time, it was time for the dance contest everyone was excited and the dancers from all contingent was so talented.

My department which is BSED-Eng got the 3rd place in the dance competition. I was so proud of them. But during this time, I was already so nervous because I also have to perform in the singing contest, It was so exciting that I was given the opportunity to perform and got the 2nd place. The song was Bring me to life by Evanescence

My BSED-Eng 1 family was being so supportive and thank you ate Jasmine for capturing this moment. Though it was not my best performance and still need improvements, but I'm glad I didn’t backed-out. It was a blast.

Then after the singing contest we listen to the horror story telling, this is where I got the chill, I was never fun of horror stories.  The it was my friend Dennielle turn to tell a horror story.

I was so proud of her that she was able to pull it of and got 3rd place. Just keep slaying queens!

Next come the triller short film. This is where that I felt that I should just go home already because of how scary it. The BSED-Eng department got the 1st place on this one.

The last part and was the most awaited part of the party was the socialization, students got the chance go dance in the dance floor with a full blast music.

But my happiness was cut short because my mom called and said it was already passed my curfew.

It was the most memorable days in my life here in WMSU-Pagadian city and as a collage student. Hoping for more exciting days here.

 Until next time!

BSED-Eng 1 family <3

[vanillann]

the story of last october (peter parker x reader)

ahh thank you for the peter parker request, i love writing for him!!

word count: 2.0k

october 1st, current day

“Happy October First!”

I jumped from where I stood looking for my books, turning around to find an overly excited Peter Parker standing behind me with his goofy smile.

“Don’t scare me like that Parker,” I lightly punched his shoulder, smiling at him while I turned back to look through my locker. I saw him lean against the locker beside mine, feeling him tug on the end of my sweater lightly.

“Sorry just excited it’s October,” he spoke softly, his eyes watching me burn into the side of my head.

“Why? I thought you were more of a Christmas guy?” I pulled my Physics book that I had been searching for from my locker, pleased as I stuffed it in my already heavy bag.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas-” without a word he took my bag from my hand, throwing it over his shoulder with ease and I was pleased with his spider skills for I didn’t want to carry that all the way to Peter apartment.

“-but October has a special place in my heart.”

I smiled, following him out the door of Midtown as the crisp air fanned over my face.

“Why is that Parker?”

“Because we fell in love in October,” he shrugged, his smile breathtaking as he took the steps down the front of the school two at a time.

I smiled to myself, letting the chaos of Peter asking me out last October flood my senses.

october 25th, last year

“Did you hear Flash is throwing a Halloween party tonight?”

I nodded as Ned spoke, completely zoned out by the giant C scribble on-top my Computer Science paper.

“Yeah I had that weird invitation stuff in my locker,” MJ voice spoke this time but I was too into my paper that I couldn’t pay attention to what anyone was saying barely.

“Well maybe we should go, I have this awesome costume I wanna show off,” I think Ned spoke again, at least the verbiage sounded like Ned.

We finally all pushed through the doors of the school as we made our way to a pizza shop we normally all sat at after school for some time to ourselves. I felt two hands grab my shoulders, helping down the stairs as my eyes were trained on the paper.

“You know, a C isn’t the end of the world,” Peter whispered. It was too close to my ear for me not to get butterflies.

“Say you,” I spoke mostly to myself, still upset over the C no matter how close Peter was to me at the moment.

“Yes, says me,” I watched the paper vanish from my hands, my mouth falling open as I turned to Peter and reached for it. He was quick. dodging my hands as I jumped for it.

“Peter!”

I felt like a little kid begging for a toy, pouting as I jumped for the paper but he easily moved it again, causing my chest to collide with his own.

“Nope, you need to stop freaking out over a C.”

I let a breath out, looking up to a red-cheeked Peter before turning around and catching up with MJ and Ned.

“I can’t stand you, Parker,” I muttered as he jogged to my side, a little smile as he shoved the paper in his book bag.

“Anyways, you both are coming to the party?” Ned skipped slightly, giving those puppy eyes that nobody could say no to.

“Sure,” Peter shrugged, unbothered by the thought.

“I don’t know, I probably need to-”

“If you say study I’ll drag you from your window to this party.”

“Jokes on you, I live on the 10th floor,” I smiled, doing a quick jog to grab the door of the pizza shop for the rest of the group. I waited to see if he’d slip up, tell me something I already knew but he didn’t.

“Trust me, I’ll still do it,” he walked through the door, taking a seat at a random table as MJ and Ned talked to each other about something that made Ned giggle.

“You both fight like you're in a five-year relationship,” MJ commented as I joined the group at the booth. I closed my eyes out of embarrassment, sacred I might be blowing my cover right now.

“(Y/N), you’re coming to the party?”

I looked to Peter who played with his fingers while his eyes were trained on the red glossy table of the pizza shop.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

The day felt as if it faded away as I placed the old cowboy hat on my head and began my subway ride to Flash house. The old costume was a group costume between Peter, Ned, and I last year but I didn’t care if I’d worn it before.

I was gonna go for five minutes, maybe ten, and head home to study for Computer Science. I regretted even coming when I was the crazy lights flashing outside the house. I could hear the music loud and I felt the headache forming already.

“I can’t stand you, Parker,” I spoke into the air, pushing open the door to the party. Thankful Flash wasn’t at the door so I didn’t have to deal with that first thing.

“(Y/N),” I turned at the call of my name, MJ standing not far from the door giving me a light smile. She wore a white shirt that read “Error 404″ and a pair of her everyday jeans.

“Well isn’t this last minute,” I smiled as I joined her side, looking into her red cup to see a clear liquid.

“Eh, I think it’s kinda funny,” MJ shrugged, smiling at me before her eyes drifted to the door that I had just walked in. His shoulder crashed into mine, her finger-pointing. I stopped picking around the grapes on the table to see whatever she was pointing at.

I looked, my jaw hung open as I looked at Peter and Ned's costume. Ned wore an almost exact replica of Spider-Man suit, a proud smile on his face as he made it over to us. I wondered if Ned knew of Peter's little secret but I didn’t let the thought consume me as I took in Peter. Peter on the other hand wore the cowboy costume for last year, his jaw hung open as he looked me up and down in the same costume.

“You read my mind Parker,” I laughed as he made his way over to me, smiling at me with his arm held out for me.

“I thought you were more creative than this.”

I chucked, giving him a tight hug as he wrapped his arms around my back.

“Oh god, I didn’t know you were both together.”

I slightly drew back from Peter, looking at Flash who was pointing at Peter and I with a crazy smile. Peter and I both frown, opening our mouth to speak but it was too late.

“Hey everybody, Parker dating (L/N)!”

His voice echoed off the walls of the large house, I was shocked his voice could be so much louder than the music but it managed to get over half the people's eyes on us. I felt myself drawback more, suddenly insecure of everyone watching Peter and I.

“Flash, no-”

“You have a couple costume and everything,” he walked closer to me and tapped the hat that sat on my head with a little “yeehaw” falling from his lips.

“Flash- '' Peter was cut off by Flash shushing him, giving a little smile before patting his shoulder and leaving to join the rest of the party. I felt my jaw drop, looking over my shoulder at Ned and MJ who found this whole thing funny.

“I- we aren’t-”

I was so glad for the flashing light so Peter couldn’t see my embarrassed face as clear as I looked around the party.

I looked at him wide-eyed, hoping this was a prank or he would say something that would make this less embarrassing. He only shrugged, looking around the party before his lips were beside my ear whispering.

“I think everyone has already forgotten.”

I nodded, praying he was right as I joined MJ side and went back to before.

I didn’t pray hard enough, the entire night people walked up to Peter and gave us thumbs-ups and “I didn’t know”. The guy who asked me out last week even came up and apologized for not knowing, which caused Peter to drag me off another direction. Eventually, an hour had passed and I felt my eyes slowly grow tired.

“Guys, I’m heading home,” I waved to each member of our group, Ned pushing Peter in my direction as he ran to my side.

“Can I walk you home?”

I shrugged, heading for the front door as Peter kept pace with me easily.

“Sorry about back there,” Peter spoke at a lower volume once we made it out of the chaos of the party.

“Not your fault, Flash doesn’t like to listen.”

I tried to ignore the little heartbreak I felt as he apologized for fake being with me when it wasn’t even either of our doing.

“Yeah but, I don’t I guess I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

I frown, stopping my walk down the driveway to turn to Peter. I felt my eyebrows draw together, looking to the boy who made a wide-eyed look at me.

“Uncomfortable? Why would I be uncomfortable?”

“Well you know, at the thought of dating me,” I watched as he spoke the words so easily like it wasn’t the craziest thing in the world.

“You think that would make me uncomfortable?”

“I mean, yeah.”

Normally I would be adoring his accent but I simply brush off the thought, completely absorbed in proving him wrong.

“Peter, that thought has never made me uncomfortable.”

This time his eyebrows were drawing together as my hand slowly made its way to cover my mouth.

“You’ve thought about it before?”

Would making a run for it be appropriate right now?

“I know you’re Spider-Man!”

Whatever was appropriate at this time definitely wasn’t that.

“W-what?”

“I know you’re Spider-Man,” I spoke much quieter this time, careful of listening ears.

“H-how do you know? Did Ned tell you?”

I suddenly felt my hand drop, looking at Peter who now covered his own mouth.

“You told Ned and not me?”

Maybe I was being overdramatic but I felt my heart hurt slightly because Peter, Ned, and I told each other everything yet he couldn’t tell me the biggest secret of his life.

“I- he walked in when I was in my suit. I shouldn’t have even told me but he saw,” his hands were going crazy as he spoke, his eyes wide as ever as he tried to save himself from the hole he was digging.

“You kept the biggest secret from me?”

“Well I wouldn’t say it’s as big as my crush-” he slapped his hand over his mouth, his other hand covering the hand that harshly slapped his skin.

I felt my eyebrows fly to my hairline, shocked at the new information. Peter Parker had a crush and a super-suit and told me about neither.

“No offenses but that definitely isn’t bigger.”

“It is when it’s you (Y/N),” Peter's words were muffled but still clear enough to understand as he spoke between his fingers. For what felt to be the millionth time that night I was in shock over something to do with Peter Parker.

“You like me back?”

I couldn’t even care at the moment when his hands slowly fell from his mouth, his jaw slack as he stared at me.

“Back?”

Without another word I rushed to meet his lips, my hand finding the back of his neck as I pulled him close as I could. My other hand traced over his chest, his heartbeat under my fingertips as his hands both cupped my cheeks.

october 1st, current day

“Sweets?”

I snapped out my daydream, smiling as Peter grabbed my hand and pulled me down the steps of the school, where the story first began.

“Hey, Parker?”

“Yes?”

“Happy October 1st.”

[murfeelee]

End of Year Collage - Best of 2020

Rules: Find your fave pics of your story or your blog in general and post them up in a collage! :D it can be 1 picture or 100 whatever you want. But just reflect on your fave moments in your story or on your blog. It can be cute moments or pictures you’re just really proud of.

I did this last year and decided to make one for 2020, to celebrate simming, the one source of joy I got out of this crapfest of a year.

I used the TumblrTop10 generator for my top CC uploads, which naturally get more traffic than my gameplay pics & photosets.

But I like giving a top 10 for my gameplay pics too, looking back at all my fave fandoms I incorporated into The Sims 3 throughout the year.

MY THOUGHTS (for each month) under the cut:

January: Skryim Werewolves

AAAAWWWOOOO~!

February: Voodoo & Necromancy

My theme for February was Voodoo and Necromancy. The irony doesn’t escape me that I had my best creative boost (focused on morbid/macabre themes), right before the pandemic hit.

March-April: Roaring 3020s Gameplay!

These 2 months were all about my futuristic-Asian-scifi-artdeco/nouveau save in Oasis Landing, where I give the backstory of how Sakura and Ryuu first met. I always describe Sakura as a faery from the future, and this is what I mean by that; she’s a jet-setting time-traveler. Y’all seemed to really like my posts of Sakura this month, particularly her arrival in Oasis Landing in March, and her One Four All challenge in April. But by far the post that got the most attention were my WIPs of Hotel Luck at the end of April, the headquarters of Ryuu’s best friend Lucky’s club.

May: Green Isle, and Malec’s Wedding!

May was totally dominated by my run-through of @crowkeeperthesimmer ‘s Green Isle (Beta) world. But the most emotionally driven gameplay pics I posted this month were actually from my Shadowhunters saves, where I finally got around to recreating Malec’s wedding, which I posted on their 1st year anniversary. ^_^ *blasts Ruelle*

June: Rainbows! 🌈

I started the month still gushing about how pretty Green Isle is, which was great, cuz it was Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈 Because the events of Summer 2020 were downright disgusting, I had Bartros & Nagron, and Gwynburn & Malec do community work in honor of LGBT+ and Black Lives Matter solidarity.

July: Bleach Gameplay starts!

I have been dying to start sharing my Bleach inspired gameplay for months. Bleach is one of my Top 5 fave anime, quite possibly even Top 3 (it’s tied with Attack on Titan). So I tried my best to do the anime justice in TS3, giving me recreation of Episode 1, when Ichigo Kurosaki becomes a shinigami. I plan on doing A LOT more; it’s just gonna take awhile.  

August: Sakura & Ryuu in What? Magazine

Technically, my Sim Bin Collage Pt2 got the most notes this month, but that’s not really gameplay. Even though I posted a bunch of Dragon Age gameplay, people were far more interested in Sakura’s post, particularly my fake What Magazine post, where I trolled y’all with a tabloid spread of Sakura and Ryuu caught by the paps getting frisky in the park.

September: Dragon Retexture WIPs Pt2

According to the Chinese, 2020 is the Year of the Rat, but I was all the way in the Year of the Dragon, baby! #SquadGoals #BoyBandRealness (And I was back in Green Isle AGAIN, lol!)

October: Dragon Master

I love Simblreen, and the Halloween season; it always puts me in a creative mood. But the best inspiration I got this year was after my anime marathon binge of the Bleach spinoff, Burn the Witch, which gave me the idea to make dragons as functional magic broomsticks. I had the occult household from my Deathless gameplay test out all the CC I made for Simblreen. Everyone seemed to really like that, and I was so happy!

November: Shinto Shrine vs DA:I - Tevinter

Another classic example of the photosets I did the bare minimum on that get like twice the amount of notes as posts I’m insanely proud of. XD

I try to upload CC at least once a month, but I’ve had such low motivation this year that come November I was scrambling trying to think of something to make. Then TS4′s Snowy Escape EP came out and I was like BINGO. So I did all of that in a few days, really quickly, and cracked open my Moon Medicine save to test the CC & take pics. No big.

But I’ve been working hard on my Dragon Age INSP gameplay & pics for well over a YEAR, and I had been so excited to start posting my Tevinter gameplay with Dorian Pavus. That Blood Magic post got far less traction, but that’s like the best photoset I think I made all year. Crazy how Tumblr works. :\

December: A Bunch of Stuff Happened, Holy Cow!

First there was the Pinterest Challenge, which y’all really seemed to like. Then I did another installment of BrennaIvy’s Modern Male Project (which got the most notes for December). Then I did Magnus Bane’s birthday post for the Shadowhunters fandom, which is usually one of my more popular posts. But then I posted my WIPs of my Maximalism set, and y’all really REALLY liked that one, so basically I was so so happy this December! :D

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Thank you everybody, followers, mutuals, lurkers, and all simmers who continue to support me and The Sims 3, and like my content!

Happy Simming, and Happy New Year!

[bunnylouisegrimes]

Unusual Thanksgiving (NOS4A2 Longish-Drabble Fic)

(A/N: As of writing this, it’s the weekend. I’ve noticed at least every weekend for a few weeks now I post some short little Drabble to help let out my emotions. Here’s another one that’s a little bit longer. With Thanksgiving coming up and my ass having little time to think of something and cook it up (pun intended), I thought I’d take the approach of having whatever come to my mind and writing it out. It’s a unique one, as you don’t usually associate horror and angst alongside the family fluffiness of Thanksgiving, but... here we are! I remember a while back I wrote how Rose’s parents would react to her having a relationship with Charlie, and that was one of my inspirations, alongside how rough things are this year. I’d like to wish you all Happy Thanksgiving ahead of time. Stay safe and enjoy a good ass feast. It’s been tough, and it’s had some highlights, but now’s the time we can all put aside our differences and whatever else bullshit and be thankful about what we do have this year; whether it be supplies or each other, we’ll get through this. 🧡🍂🍁🦃)

(Apologize for no Read More, posting this from mobile, and I found the image randomly, so if you want credit, let me know).

November is a beautiful and calming time of the year, but under certain circumstances, it can be oddly scary. This is most likely due to how dead the world is. There’s usually no snow, and what leaves remain are brown, have decayed from the trees, and collapsed to the ground to crumble and rot. I noticed this when I was younger, and part of me thought November was spookier than Halloween in some cases.

Of course, to me, any time of the year could be scary. Horror doesn’t stop and end at one point; it is an infinite occurrence that follows humanity wherever we go.

From the time I was a little kid, I would find horror in the most obscure of places. Scary movies never bothered me, and in fact, I was always excited when I watched them. What should’ve terrified me brought me nothing but adrenaline and fascination. Instead, odd things scared me, things most people would poke fun at if they saw my reaction to them, things most would shrug off. Call me Freudian, but perhaps my fears, just as yours are, are based in our differing subconscious minds, so there is no true definition of “stupid” horror.

The one thing that I know for certain that’s frightened me since I was younger are bees, wasps, yellow jackets, and hornets. Why these little yellow and black bugs terrify me, I will never truly know the answer as to why. Is it because they’re so small, yet they can hurt you so badly? Is it because of their appearance? I don’t want bees to die out, as I know of their importance, and bumbles don’t bother me because they usually leave you alone (and they’re oddly cute), but any other bee or wasp can stay away from me. I’ve never even been stung by one, yet one buzz or sight of one near me makes my body react instantaneously. I get away as much as I can and even scream sometimes. Not wise to scream or move a lot when you’re in their presence, I know. But when your body reacts the way it does, what are you to do?

When I was a little bit older, I would say roughly 8 or 9 years old, a new type of fear spawned its way into my mind: the fear of shadow people.

I don’t know what it is about those things either that scare me so much. When I first discovered I had this fear, I believe I was watching an episode of Ghost Adventures, and I saw them capture a really clear shadow figure on camera. It chilled me to the bone, and from then on, just the thought of one creeped me out. One particular episode where the crew went to an old, abandoned and haunted Tuberculosis sanitarium got to me because shadow figures were prominent there, and they actually captured two on camera going down a long hallway.

Shadow people, from what I’ve seen online, are very mysterious. They could come from another dimension, they could be demonic; some are harmless, others are harmful, and it’s all dependent on what experience you have with them. Zak Bagans and his crew have come across quite a few demonic ones, and their guests have usually described them as tall, thin, 6-7 foot tall entities that are dark both in physicality and energy. They look like an individual spray painted with pitch black aerosol, and darker than a room if it were void of all light. Sometimes they have red or white eyes, and sometimes they can have differing appearances that are just as terrifying as the blank appearances they often have. They can stand there and look over you while you’re sleeping at night, they can stand in a corner and stare at you, maybe rocking a bit, they could dart down a hallway, hiding from you, they can crawl on the floor, they can crawl on the ceiling... whatever it is they do, it’s all bone chilling to me, and I hate it all with a burning passion. I don’t care even if they were harmless: If I were to ever see one in real life, I would have a heart attack.

That is why I am thankful I’ve only seen them either when I’m paranoid for whatever reason before I go to sleep (but they’re not really there, my mind’s just playing tricks on me), or if I have a nightmare and they’re present. This story will focus on the latter.

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Halloween, Charlie’s birthday on November 1st, the Election... it all came and left sooner than expected, and we needed to plan what we were doing about Thanksgiving. I know, a vampire who’s all about Christmas celebrating other holidays. It seems unreal, but I assure you, he has respect for other holidays as well. Christmas just happens to be his favorite and one that brings him and the kids lots of comfort and joy. They say Christmas is a state of mind and is never truly over, so... I suppose Charlie is just a living embodiment of that saying.

With COVID still in full swing, and cases breaking records everyday, people were stocking up on supplies yet again alongside their Turkey Day feasts. We knew we had to hurry up and order stuff the week before Thanksgiving at most.

Living in Gunbarrel, Colorado, away from everyone except for each other and the kids when we spent quite a few days in Christmasland each week, it was relieving to know we weren’t around tons of people. The virus wouldn’t affect Charlie or the kids, but me being the only human, and one with asthma, it would, so it was calming to not have to worry as much as many other folks about exposure. Not to mention, the town was small, and everybody knew everybody. Whenever we did enter town, which took 10 minutes to get to, we would see everyone keeping their distance and respecting each other. It was nice to see our small and (just about) off-the-grid community helping each other during these times.

The only two local stores were an Acme that everyone went to, and the Gunbarrel General Store, owned by a kindly old man who looked like Santa Clause named Sam. Before everyone rushed to Acme, we decided on doing a curbside pickup order, and picking up anything else that was not available at Sam’s, as he was sure to provide lots of Thanksgiving food.

It was going to certainly be an interesting Thanksgiving without my usual family, and not being back home, but I was going to call them on that fateful Thursday and talk to them for a few hours. Charlie and I would have a small dinner together, and we would spend most of the day in Christmasland with our children, dining on delicious food and laughing together. The thought warmed my heart and made me feel better about this Thanksgiving. We would be okay, and everything would be fine, despite my horrible dreams...

For whatever reason, over these past few weeks, my dreams were plagued with shadow people haunting me. No explanation was given, and no explanation would need to be given for it to still occur and damn near break me. Maybe it was some sort of unresolved issue going through the back of my mind, maybe it was fueled by my stresses of being busy lately, but regardless of whatever the issue was, I was haunted by them. The day after Charlie’s birthday, we watched the original Nosferatu together, and I fell asleep near the end, experiencing the first of these dreams.

I was walking down a dark and cold hallway. I was 8 years old again. I don’t know how I knew this, but it was one of those instances where you know a random piece of information in a dream. I was holding two small plastic My Little Pony figurines I got from Happy Meals at that time, a small Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash. I hadn’t seen those toys in years, yet there they were in my hands. When I looked up, a shadow person was standing near the end of the pathway. It stood tall and authoritative, looming over me as if it wanted to grab me and drag me down the corridor straight into Hell, or wherever it came from.

I took off running, and it crawled on all fours after me. I screamed and kept running until I came across a goofy, tall, and lanky figure: Count Orlock, or the actual Nosferatu himself, was standing there. I hid behind him and begged him to protect me. He smiled his stupid smile and looked down at the shadowy behemoth. It seemed to back down a bit once he snarled at it. It backed up behind a corner, peaking at us once before vanishing.

My relief was short lived for only a few moments because Orlock wandered off into the darkness.

“Where are you going? Come back here!” I tried to call after him, but I was cut off by the shadow figure crawling on the ceiling and grabbing me. I gave a scream and found myself awake on the couch, springing to life and hearing the opening music to Downton Abbey greeting me. Charlie had tuned in after the movie. He looked at me with a confused and concerned look. I explained everything to him and he comforted me, laughing at the thought of the original Nosferatu visiting me.

The dreams afterward were more terrifying than the first. One dream featured a shadow person staring over me as I slept, another featured one standing in the corner of the room twisting and contorting its head violently. The third had a shadow figure hunched over near a window within an abandoned building. I was walking through the woods in another nightmare when a whole group of them were peaking at me through the trees. I ran down another hallway and one was behind me. I was in an unknown house and down the hall near the steps, one was charging towards me. Each time, I would wake up and feel unsettled. Charlie would comfort me, but it was always hard to fall back asleep, for I feared I’d be terrorized by the evil onyx creatures wanting nothing more than to consume me in their shadowy force and make my soul rot.

Despite all of my terror and the tiredness that accompanied my days, the focus for today would have to be Thanksgiving dinner.

“My mom mailed me the recipe to her sweet potatoes last week, and let me tell you, they are actually sweet and delicious,” I told Charlie. “So you can put down all the ingredients for that. We already got turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes written down... Oh! Green bean casserole, put that down... and we need apple and pumpkin pie. We already have whip cream and gravy in the fridge, and cider is in the cabinet. I think that’s everything.”

Charlie nodded and wrote these things down. Once he was done, he looked over the list and showed me.

“Yup, that’s everything! Alright, let’s look up to see what Acme has.”

As I pulled up the site on my phone, he spoke up.

“Rosie, are you bothered by not seeing your family? If so, we can visit them on Thanksgiving Day or I could go the extra mile and bring them here if you’d like.”

I sighed and rubbed my temple. “I’m alright, baby. I know they’ll be alright too. Things seem to be... okay between us, even if we did get into arguments since last we spoke in person.”

He looked down and felt guilty.

“Hey, don’t you feel guilty,” I reassured him. “It’s their fault, not yours. They see you in whatever light they want to, but I know who you really are, and I love you. I don’t care what they say or think about you, hence why I’m sticking by you and left with you to come here.”

He nodded and pulled me close to him, resting his chin on my head. “I admit, my darling, I am constantly bothered by this thought that I have destroyed the relationship you have with your family.”

“Like I said, they’re the ones that can’t accept that you and I truly love each other. I’ve been patient and offered them every chance to accept you. I’ve explained and talked to them, but they don’t want to listen to my reasoning. I don’t know what else to do.”

He kissed me on the cheek and said, “I’m glad that you at least still talk to each other.”

“Me too. At least we have that... but let’s not worry about that. We got food to focus on.”

We ordered everything that we could (the only things not available until the week of Thanksgiving were the two pies, but we knew Sam would have them). When the time came, we loaded into the Wraith and the trunk was packed with our dinner. We stopped by the General Store and Sam happily gave “Father Christmas” (as Charlie was known as) the pies. Since it was still light out, we decided to go for a drive to enjoy the autumn weather. As I mentioned before, November is usually dead and brown, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t peaceful and calm. We observed the soothing and cold weather as Fleetwood Mac and The Doors sang along on the old radio.

While gazing at the brown leaves and bare trees rocking their branches above us, I drifted off to sleep without even thinking about it. Stevie Nicks and Jim Morrison’s voices melted into oblivion as I found myself walking through a tranquil forest of dead trees. Cold, I wrapped my arms around myself until I felt a bit warmer, and I saw a grove of orange trees. It was as if I teleported back in time to October, and the trees were still alive with vibrant color.

I ran over to them, taken aback by their beauty. The leaves that were on the ground were still orange, and I tossed them up into the air with childish carelessness. At last! For once, I was having a good dream!

However, that enjoyment would be cut short when I looked into the distance in between the trees. The world and my joy winded down like a dying record player.

From somewhere beyond the misty horizon, a pair of white eyes were watching me.

Dread hit me and I ran away. The trees began to rot again, and the orange faded into brown. The sunlight morphed into fog, and the warmth dissipated from my body. I fell to the ground, tripping over my own clumsy feet.

Now I was somewhere entirely different. I was in a dark, unfamiliar bedroom. I couldn’t move except for my eyes, like I was suffering from sleep paralysis. I looked up to see the shadow figure that was hiding behind the trees. Its white eyes were dimmer than before, and its solid black body cast lighter shadows behind it. I tried to scream, but I could only choke out vocalizations as it covered my mouth.

It lifted its ice cold hand from my mouth and pointed to the left. My eyes glanced in that direction and a scream broke from my throat.

A pointy eared demon with beady eyes, a close together face, and a sickening smile was on top of my chest. Its body was too dark to make out any notable features, but it was lighter than the shadow next to me. The pressure on top of me crushed the life from my lungs. It continued to smile, as if nothing in the world bothered it at all.

Before my scream ran out of air, it wrapped its cold hands around my neck and tightened to the point it was strangling me. The rest of my scream died out, my eye sight was fading until it was only a pinhole...

Air rushed into my lungs as I jolted into a conscience state once again. My eyes darted rapidly and my body clung to the leather seat of the Wraith. We were no longer driving, and instead parked in the garage. A wave of nausea flooded my head and stomach, and I pressed my hand to my eyes. My mind finally registered Charlie’s soft voice.

“Rose! My sweet Rose! Whatever is the matter?”

“I... Jesus Christ... I... had another nightmare... this was... Good God, how else could I describe it?!”

While we gathered the groceries into the house, I detailed my horrifying dream to him. He was immensely disturbed and decided enough was enough.

“I know you believe in ghosts and demons and the sort,” said he, “and I know such things exist, since I’ve seen spirits and souls before. Because of this, you and I can pray before you go to sleep tonight. Unlike other vampires, holy things do not bother me, unless I were to drink or touch holy salt or holy water, in which case I would feel some discomfort thanks to the darker side of my being. I have an old angel doll that my daughters used to play with and hold whenever they felt uncomfortable or scared. That could help you too. I will hypnotize you and make you have sweet dreams. If any dark entity is going to mess with you, I will protect you. I don’t think you have an attachment, but these dreams are certainly unusual.”

I agreed to all of this. That night, we said a prayer together, I snuggled with the angel doll, and he hypnotized me to sleep. I had a dream I couldn’t remember, but it was certainly the most peaceful I had in a while, and it was even better then the beginning of that nightmare I had that evening.

A sense of purity filled my heart, and I knew nothing dark would ever hurt me or anyone I loved, as whatever God that may be out there as my witness.

*************************************************

Thanksgiving arrived at an unbelievably fast rate. No other bad dreams tormented me, and I couldn’t have felt more happy. Charlie and I worked together to prep dinner. When I finished making sure the turkey was good and putting it in the oven, Charlie presented me with a package.

“It’s from your home,” he observed.

I opened it up at the dining room table and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

It was the Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash figurines from my childhood. Underneath them, was a heartfelt letter from my family, detailing how they had recently found these toys and thought of me. They missed me, and they even apologized for all of their harsh words against me and Charlie. They gave it some thought, and they came to the conclusion that as long as I was happy and in love, and as long as Charlie truly loved me and treated me well, then all was perfectly fine. They wished us a very happy Thanksgiving from 2 hours ahead and many miles away.

Tears fell from my cheeks. I was crying of joy for more than the obvious reason being that my family and I were rekindling together.

I realized now why I had such horrible dreams. It was either my worries and fears of my family not being together haunting me, or maybe even some dark force, but Twily and Dashie here weren’t random parts of that first dream at all; they served as symbolism. They represented hope and familial innocence long lost, now brought back to light. Maybe they sent a message out in the universe to my family that Charlie was a good man. That could also be why Orlock was protecting me in that same dream, but him leaving symbolized my family keeping Charlie away from me, therefore causing bad things to happen to me. And perhaps when Charlie helped me and cleansed all darkness (regardless of it being real or not), those ponies knew ahead of time he was going to do that, and reassured my family he was always going to protect me. It sounded bizarre, but it was the best reasoning I could come up with to explain these odd coincidences.

I immediately called my family afterwards and told them everything. They were chilled themselves because my mother had a dream the night before about Charlie bringing forth bouts of light to protect me from a wave of darkness, and she thought it was her brain processing her acceptance of him, but now that my story was told, it made things even clearer.

We concluded talking by coming up with a date to have dinner together and to see each other again back home. We exchanged I love yous and Happy Thanksgivings, and I hung up feeling thankful. As Charlie and I ate a bit of dinner, as we went to Christmasland, and as we ate lots of food with our children, warmth and light abundant, I was grateful that I had the family I did, the boyfriend and children that I did, and the light that still shined in the universe, even on the most darkest of days. This year has been hard, but gratitude for all the good, hope, and love, even when we’re distant figuratively, literally, or both, makes this holiday season a brighter one.

[sserpente]

24 little kinks | Christmas Requests are now open! 🎄☃

“You remember that chocolate advent calendar I got you for December?”

“I do,” Loki chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. “You made me display it in the kitchen so I would not eat all of the chocolates inside at once.”

Your smile widened. “How about we get another one?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, only now paying proper attention to the sex toy ad. Then, he frowned. It was an odd mixture of disgust, genuine curiosity and even a hint of arousal flashing in his blue eyes.

“I hardly need… toys to satisfy your needs, neither do you need any to satisfy mine. You are not… unchallenged when we are in bed together, are you, sweet one? Because I can ensure you, I can change that in a heartbeat…” He threatened teasingly. His cool lips brushed against your neck, leaving behind a trail of goose bumps on your sensitive skin.

“No… of course not… but experimenting with sex toys can be a lot of fun?”

You almost giggled to yourself despite your growing excitement. You had never actually taken Loki to a sex shop. That should be really interesting; and besides, you had been imagining him tying you up and blindfolding you countless times already. The God of Mischief made no secret out of his dominance, hunger and godly stamina in bed and he had not just once forced you into so many orgasms you had nearly passed out from all the breath-taking pleasure. So why not take it up a notch?

“You intend to buy an advent calendar full of… sex toys for us?” He repeated with raised eyebrows. You could tell he was beginning to like the idea—and what he could do to you, how he could tease you with all the things in this… naughty advent calendar.

You could practically feel him slowly changing his mind, arousal radiating off of him and making you squirm a little in joyful anticipation.

Finally, he sighed, an amused but cheeky smirk playing on his lips. “Very well. Where do we acquire this calendar?”

And with that teaser, I would like to announce that this year’s Christmas requests are now open! 🎄☃ How will it work? This year I’m working on a Christmas special. Everyday, Loki and RC will open a little door and find a new toy to play with... right until Christmas Eve. That should be twenty-four really interesting days, especially with Loki being thoroughly unfamiliar with the concept of sex toys and their function.

Ideally, I would be posting one door—one Imagine, each day until Christmas but due to work, classes, sleeping and baking Christmas biscuits, that might not always work out. Therefore, some doors might get a combined Imagine.

How does my request fit in? So now it’s your turn! Send me all of your (kinky) and Christmassy prompts for Loki. I already know what’s behind every little door, of course. But that doesn’t mean I’m hoping for loads of enticement/suggestions from you guys in my inbox. You know I love receiving your ideas! Please, feel free to request whatever Christmassy prompt you can come up with--most of which I will combine with my Christmas special--and also, do not hesitate to send me requests for other characters as well, if you have any. As this is a Christmas special, most Imagines will be for Loki (and I can’t complain because usually, 80% of all requests I receive are for our mischievous Trickster 😌) but if there’s a specific prompt/request, another character will, throughout the Christmas season, of course make an appearance too.

Requests will be open until November the 30th. I bet many of you guys are in a Christmassy mood already and while I only put away my Halloween decoration today, I’m sure you are as ready as me for some Christmassy prompts.

I will not be able to take regular requests this time, due to the sheer amount of Imagines I’m planning. Rest assured though, as soon as “Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker” comes out, I will be posting some Kylo Ren and General Hux Imagines in between. I might even be able to take some requests as soon as I’ve seen the movie (which I am super excited about).

Until December the 1st, I will be working on the remaining requests that are still sitting in my inbox, including a sequel for that Thomas Sharpe Imagine you’re all waiting for. ♥

As usual, if you would like to request, please send me an ask, not a direct message and not a comment under this post, simply so I can keep an overview.

I write for:

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

General Hux (Star Wars)

Captain Boomerang (Suicide Squad)

Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad)

Eric (Divergent)

Loki (Thor/The Avengers)

Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive)

Captain James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)

Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Ragnar Lothbrok (Vikings) ATTENTION: I’ve only seen two seasons thus far. If you want to request something with Ragnar, please make sure not to include any spoilers!

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)

Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Now, last but not least, please just make sure to read this quick FAQ before sending me a prompt. I only have a couple of rules but I really would appreciate if you considered them before submitting. 🤗

What do you write? I’ve been a passionate fanfiction writer for more than eight years. Thus, I write stories with my own OCs and Imagines with female reader inserts only. I don’t do personalised Imagines (e.g. specific appearance or name), Imagines with real existing people (like Tom Hiddleston), alpha/omegaverse or songfics (because I have a very specific music taste and don’t want to write a songfic about a song I don’t like).

The only things I don’t particularly enjoy writing about are RC having children and being a mother (unless it’s animals because I’m a proud cat mummy), or being a child. Suicide and self-harm are, with few exceptions concerning context, a no-go for me, as is gore. Other than that, I’m not big on AU’s that take place outside the actual canon universe (so, e.g. vampire!Loki is fine but barista!Loki without his powers in a world in which the Avengers don’t exist isn’t really my thing).

Do you take requests? I do! If you want to send in a prompt/an idea, however, please check the description of my blog before doing so to make sure requests are open. Requests that I receive while they are closed I don’t accept simply because of time management, with only very few exceptions.Please keep in mind: Given that with more than 15k followers, I tend to get up to 100 prompts at once, I choose those I personally like the most and/or that inspire me to write something–it is, unfortunately, impossible to write them all. 😭 I also like to combine requests that work together well to work in as many of your ideas as possible.

So, what should I request? Basically, anything you want. Don’t hesitate just because you think your request is not good enough or weird! If you’re still uncomfortable though, you can send it anonymously as well. Please be aware, however, that I only write what I am personally comfortable with. If I feel like I can’t make anything of your request, if I feel like it’s a great idea but a simple oneshot wouldn’t do justice to it, if I have already read/written something too similar or if it addresses something that is triggering for me, please don’t be upset if I delete it. That, of course, doesn’t mean your request sucks but, like every writer, I want to write stories I actually enjoy writing… or it would just feel like homework! 😅

Do NOT (and trust me, I see everything) send the exact same request you’ve sent to me to other writers as well, for I think that is rude and disrespectful. Should you do so, I’ll simply delete your request(s). If you want me to write something for you, that’s great and I’m flattered but if you send me a prompt, you either want me to write it for you or you don’t want it at all. It’s as simple as that.

How do you let people know that you’ve written/deleted their requests? If the request was anonymous, all I can do is put a note at the beginning of the story and thus make everybody aware that it was a request. I don’t copy the prompts to insert in the Imagine. If the person came off-anon, I tag them to let them know it was posted. If I choose not to write your request because of one of the above named reasons, I will not publish your ask but simply delete it. It would be mean to answer something like “there’s no way in hell I will write this” and I certainly don’t want to show anybody up. However, if you’ve been waiting for a request to be written for a long time already, feel free to ask me about it and I will, if you prefer it that way, answer you privately. Sometimes Tumblr swallows asks, too, unfortunately.

Would you also write about a different character if requested? That depends on the character and the request. You might have noticed that I am mostly into bad guys and villains, so you can’t expect me to write happy unicorn fluff with the world’s nicest super hero. Anyway, you can always ask but please don’t be disappointed if I decline. Naturally, I don’t write about characters from movies/tv shows/books I don’t know, neither do I write about characters that I personally don’t like.

Do you write smut?

Yes, I do. ;-)

Do you do roleplay? No, I don’t.

Do you have a masterlist? You can find my masterlist in the description of my blog, it’s accessable on mobile as well.

What’s your Ko-fi? It’s a website on which you can support me and my writing by buying me a coffee, or alternatively, a cuppa via PayPal. It’s fast, it’s safe (you can stay anonymous) and I would appreciate it so much!

So where and how can I buy you a coffee? Click on the Ko-fi button or the “Support me?” link on my blog. ♥

[the-colony-roleplay]

GOD MORGEN, BARN!!

Hope you all had a fun, festive and safe Halloween, if you so chose to celebrate! We decorated and left a table of baggies of candy and hand-sanie for the kids and watched them come and go all night lol. We got HUNDREDS of kids this year, I literally do not know what happened. Then we watched a VERY STRESSFUL movie on Prime called Haunt. 

Anyhoodle, VERY excited to be welcoming two new members to the group!! They have not reached activation stage yet, but we are SO looking forward to getting them onto the dash and incorporating them into our little family! So welcome Fern and Juliette!! We can’t wait to get to know you and your new babes!!

On another note, just a head’s up that Nicola will be putting her babes on a semi-hiatus until December 1st. She may not need quite that long, and she will still be around in the meantime, but just due to some personal matters, she needs to relieve some of the pressure for a little bit! Take care Nicola and we’re here for you! <3

Finally, I will be trying to find time to release a poll today regarding event things—I’m going to try to get a sense of people’s preferences for when we will be wrapping up the event, so keep an eye out for that. 

I’m going to try to catch up as much as possible today, since I had a very busy day yesterday, and am facing a pretty busy one today too! We’re going to do an Among Us themed Murder Mystery ‘party’ lmfao. (Most of the attendees on Zoom, of course!) 

I will be lurking and writing though this morning, so if our new recruits or any other interested lurkers have any questions at all, do not hesitate to reach out! We’ll be happy to help :) 

Happy November, everybody!

xxPapa!Mod

[cptnsantiago]

Operation Golden Pumpkin

summary: His face was a lot like when she faked it at the heist, except so much softer and emotional. It’s a face she wants to commit to memory for the rest of her life. A halloween heist spectacular reveal. 

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It’s after the Cinco de Mayo heist they both get to work. They start planning the most genius (hopefully) plan ever. Condoms and birth control thrown out after a very serious conversation about tricking him, and realising he wants to start trying immediately. That he wants their family to start now . They’re both ready.

They both know it might take a while to actually get pregnant but when they’re halfway through September, standing in front of 4 positive pregnancy tests, they are ecstatic. Mostly that they’re having a baby but also that their original plan worked. For realz , they’re having a baby and their plan WORKED.

“For realz, Amy? We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby, Jake!”

His face was a lot like when she faked it at the heist, except so much softer and emotional. It’s a face she wants to commit to memory for the rest of her life. A face she gets to know and love for the rest of her life and now they’re having a child together.

A long while later, once all the crying and kissing and ‘I love you’s are exchanged, Amy pulls out her binder that she made for this heist and immediately begins filling Jake in on her plans.

~

First and foremost, they work on manipulating everyone to wanting to work with their partners. That way Jake and Amy working together won’t seem suspicious in their plans at all. The only thing that’s suspicious is how often Amy almost falls asleep at her desk and the amount of times she goes to the toilet in a day, but no one seems to be paying too much attention at her since she’s mostly downstairs. They’re on the way to their first ultrasound a week later when they plan their next move.

“We need to convince Holt to use something big this year… So we can write ‘Baby Santiago-Peralta due 2020’ on it… OH or we can get another banner!” Jake shakes her hand in excitement.

“Babe, that cost us $1800 we are not getting a banner… Though it would be pretty dope.” Amy chuckles softly, “What about a golden pumpkin? And it would be a great little clue because our baby will grow to be the size of a pumpkin! Maybe it can be a smaller one to make it easier.”

“Yes! We can call it… The Golden Pumpkin of Destiny! You’re a genius, Ames, how did we not team up earlier?” Jake scrunches his nose in the way Amy absolutely melts at.

“Probably something to do with our highly competitive personality or something…”

“Oh god, our kid is going to be so competitive.” Jake says as he holds open the door to the doctors office and follows her through, “Imagine a Halloween Heist: Kids edition!”

Amy gave him a goofy grin as she signs herself in at the front desk, her skin absolutely radiating with pure joy. He never thought he could love this woman more than he already did, but now they were having a baby. Jake kisses the spot right below her ear, “I love you so much.”

Amy swears she might cry as his hand sneaks to her abdomen as it had been since the one week they had known about her pregnancy. “Does this mean I’m the official winner this year no matter what?”

“Excuse me, why would we discuss this in such an intimate moment?”

“I’ll give you the proposal heist win.”

“Uh, a-deal. No take backsies.” Jake kisses her cheek and sits down with her to wait to be called in, “I mean you are carrying the baby, with your body , I guess you deserve to win this one.”

“Damn straight I do.” Amy affirms, head resting on his shoulder. They sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before a small woman shows up and calls out Amy’s name, signalling for them to follow her.

All the things she’s told is a blur of information she’s already learned from her binder and doesn’t register anything until they’re told the due date. April 28th. It’s fate really, that their baby was due on the date Jake decided he wanted to marry her. Adorable, puke-worthy fate. And six out of the seven of her brothers were born exactly on her due date. Herself and David being the only ones born early.

Jake is squeezing her hand so intensely by the time the ultrasound machine is turned on, and she can tell they’re both already on the verge of tears when they see the black and white blob. It takes a moment for the doctor to find the heartbeat, but she’s pointing it out to them and a split second later, the loud thumps of a heartbeat is heard.

The sound overwhelms her whole system and there are goosebumps not related to the cool gel on her abdomen, she can hear Jake sniffling next to her, as well as tears falling down her own cheeks. “That’s…”

“It’s our baby, Ames!” Jake is actively crying when Amy looks over at him. Many months of trying and anticipation since May had lead to this moment, tears and all. “Weird bean inside ya ute!”

“It’s so weird right?” Amy scoffs, “I have a human baby in me - what the fuck?”

~

Closer to the heist, they have two priorities. The first is making sure no one has given any gifts that can be classified as weapons are given, because that was intense even though hilarious to look back on. It’s mostly because Amy is pregnant but they don’t know that; Boyle is then hesitant to ask for certain gifts that might have tear gas in them (“I can’t believe Charles was going to use those cute teddy bears to tear gas us”).

Their second priority was trying to keep the pregnancy a secret in the first place. Amy’s nausea and tiredness had gotten significantly worse in since they had known. She was barely there in her briefings with either squad, falling asleep while standing once when Boyle was updating them on a big arson case. Once she even got sent home by Captain Holt who said she looked like she was about to collapse.

She also never thought Gary could get more on her nerves. God, Gary . His never ending Amy personality truly sent her up a wall, more so then when she first encountered it. She loves being an Amy, but Gary in his eagerness send her into avoidance mode so that she doesn’t bury him alive. She makes sure to not go on active duty as much as she used to, but there had been lots of paperwork to do in the past weeks so it wasn’t hard to find excuses to stay in and work.

~

“Happy 1st Halloween Heist, lil bean.” A tired smile creeps up on to Amy’s face when she hears Jake’s whispers, “Everything is place for Team Peralta-Santiago to win, and we can finally tell everybody about you! Uncle Charles is going to lose his mind! Aunt Rosa might smile, not sure.”

“Uncle Charles better not immediately go to touch my stomach or I will lose my mind.” She peaks one eye down at her husband who is level with her flat (although she thinks she can see a little pudge forming) stomach. “Hopefully the ultrasound copy we saved for him will appease him.”

“It needs to because I don’t want to have the personal space talk again, I know he just loves us.”

Amy’s fingers thread into his hair, recently cut so the curls at the front are as fluffy as ever and they sit in silence for a few moments before either of them speak again. “We should get up if we want to get there before Holt.” Jake murmurs.

“I don’t want to get up.” Amy groans and pulls the blanket to her chin.

“IT’S HALLOWEEN AMES LETS GO!” Jake pulls their comforter off her, “Unless you don’t think you’re up for it?”

“Don’t you dare suggest that, Peralta. I am doing it.” Amy is out of bed without another word and rushing to get her decaf coffee.

“Yep didn’t think so babe.”Jake is laughing too loudly for 5 in the morning but neither of them care because it’s Halloween, the only important time of the year.

They get to the precinct with no further hassle and are happy to see Lohank sleepily working at his desk and no Holt yet in his office. They are able to set up quickly and once the golden pumpkin is in place the excitement is palpable.

~

They end up at Shaw’s 18 hours later. After napping twice, and running off to the bathroom once and many many hiccups. Like Genevieve figuring out Amy was pregnant, and being so alike to Boyle, both Jake and Amy had to cuff her in the evidence lock up so she wouldn’t tell anybody.

Rosa managed to get Bill on her side that year, and he got stuck in the vents trying to steal the Golden Pumpkin of Destiny from the line up room. But Rosa, like so many before her, broke the glass anyway and took it.

Then Holt and Kevin faked another math problem to distract Rosa (and Amy) so that Jake could steal it from the ceiling area above Rosa’s desk “for them”. There was luckily no reference to boning and hence, no meltdown. All a part of their confusing elaborate plan.

Their plan almost goes south when Genevieve escapes and almost spills the beans, but as she walks up to Charles, she takes a glance at them and puts her finger to her lips to indicate she’ll stay quiet.  

All the chaos and only one taser Belt used on Terry later, they are all racing to Shaw’s bar. Jake and Amy gladly let everyone take the lead, because everything is set up the way they want at the bar. The entire squad is huffing and yelling by the time they walk into the bar and it takes a moment to see the banner and the golden pumpkin sitting underneath it.

All Hail The King and Queen - Jake and Amy.

“What? How did you pull this off!?” Boyle screeches, “I sent Genny here with the pumpkin an hour ago! We had our own banner! This was supposed to be my year!”

“Don’t be such a sore loser.” Rosa chuckles, shoving his shoulder. “But seriously how did you losers pull this off?”

“Charles baby, it’s not the real pumpkin! I swear I put our pumpkin here and Hank said the banner was all ready!” Genevieve is good at acting, they have to give her that, because she seems genuinely upset although she knew what was happening.

“Yeah I had a banner ready. All of yours are out back. Gathering dust. Why did you all want banners ?”

“How are you on their team Hank?” Holt shouts, exasperated.

Charles has finally made it next to Genevieve where he takes the pumpkin and examines it. “Amazing Human slash Genius… WHAT?”

His scream is loud enough to attract attention from every person in the bar currently. Holt is quick to take the pumpkin out of his hands and reads the text aloud, “Amazing Human slash Genius due April 2020..”

The squad goes silent and slowly turn around to Jake and Amy, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, both bearing lively grins. “Is this another prank?” Terry yells, “This is not a fun joke!”

“It’s for realz, my friends.” Jake announces proudly.

“Yup, you are all losers and I’m pregnant!” As the words come out of her mouth, Charles is rushing over to them to wrap them in a gentle hug, and she can feel his tears already drenching her shirt.

“Congratulations and all, but are you trying to insinuate that your unborn child is the winner of this heist?” Holt scoffs.

“Come on man, now is not the time! Let us have this one!” Amy shouts, rolling her eyes but still smiling.

“Yes, yes of course. Congratulations to Jake and Amy, I’m certain the two of you will make fantastic parents.” Holt says honestly, his hand on her shoulder. Boyle is letting them go to hand a tissue to Amy who has obviously started crying at the support.

“Thank you, Dadptain.” Jake chuckles, looking down and shifting on his feet to distract from all the emotions he was currently feeling.

Everyone makes their round of congratulations, Rosa smiling for the both of them when they immediately ask her to be the Godmother. Terry wraps them both up in a hug and lifts them up and it makes Amy dizzy. Hitchcock and Scully walking in 30 minutes after everyone else so they have no clue what’s going on. Finally, Charles begins to cry again once they give him his copy of the ultrasound and he’s babbling about America’s dream baby to them for another 20 minutes.

Jake and Amy eventually decide to go home considering everyone begins drinking more and becoming tipsy, and she is pregnant so she is tired . Amy is so happy when Holt agrees to give her a congratulatory hug, and while this is rare and she wants to take this moment in. Instead she whispers, quite dramatically at that:

“Jake and I are the only two time winners of the Heist. Suck on that! Bye loser!”

[phantastichomos]

  🎃 That wonderful, spooky month has come around again! 🦇

 I’m excited to announce a contest of sorts for you guys~!  Last year, I participated in Inkotober and that was crazy fun.  I thought we could do something similar and I was recently reminded that we haven’t done any fanfic contests for a long time, so- FICTOBER WAS BORN!

It was either this or we do KINKtober... >u> Yeah, that is a thing.

I don’t really want to put a lot pressure on people and want this to be just for fun, so you don’t have to write a freaking fic every single day of october. (Tho that would be pretty baller and one hell of a power move..)  Feel free to only write as much as you want and take inspiration from the prompt list below!

To at least make if worth your while, I will be picking a couple of winners on the 31st and the prizes will be me doing fanart of your lovely work! 

Rules:

1. Do whatever you want.  No shit!  If you want to post just a single drabble, that’s awesome.  If you want to do multiple drabbles or one-shots, that’s amazing.  Wanna attempt the full fledged drabble-a-day challenge?  That.... that would be pretty damn impressive and I’ll be a little scared of your demonic powers of writing.

2. It must be Erik/Raoul slash.  I mean, that’s a given, but I got to put it up here.

3. Notify me or link me to your fics.  I don’t want to miss any, so shoot me a note or ask about where I can find them. (Don’t worry! I don’t bite!)  Tagging them #e/r fictober might help, but I don’t want to risk overlooking your great works!

4. Cut off date for submission is the 31st of October.  On the evening of Halloween, I’ll be making up a post that showcases the picked winners and giving shout-outs to everyone that participated.

If you have any questions at all, please feel free to message me.  Also, don’t feel like you need to keep in the poto canon, I accept AUs as well.  I hope everyone has fun and I can’t wait to see what you guys create!

Prompt List:

Autumn 

Costume

Magic

Fear/Hurt

Party

Night

Pumpkin Spice

Smoke

Heart

Candles

Ghost

Black/Water

Friday

Watching/Safe

Ink

Cold/Warmth

Vampire

Haunted/Seance

Snow

Familiar

Dreams

Shatter/Soft

Dance

Cemetery

Teeth/Fur

Sweet

Trick

Witching Hour

Hide/Seek

Kiss

Halloween!

Remember to either tag, notify me by note/ask or submit the fics you write for Fictober!  I’ll be accepting your fics starting tomorrow, on October 1st, 2017.

💀 Happy Halloween everybody! 💀

[tabulaclark-blog]

The not so glamourous side of Fashion Week. Part 2

Fashion week is over. Sorry, I meant Fashion Weekssss are over. New York, London, Milan, Paris and all the other ones around the world.

The perspective of comfy clothes, messy hair up and maybe a "grasse matinée" (French for "lie in", but literally means fat morning so long sleep or massive breakfast or both, understand what you want here, I take both) is heart warming.

Of course, fashion week is everything wonderful and beautiful the press is showing us. It is a fabulous moment where everybody from the industry is in the same city and can therefore meet, brainstorm, plan exciting shoots, stories, collaborations. It's a thrilling moment where we get to discover the outcome of designers' hard work displayed magically by their team.

What the press is not showing us is what fashion workers hide behind their colgate smile or their grumpy cat face: Fashion weeks are super tough! It's an extreme "no pain, no gain" challenge, both physically and mentally.

TRAVELLING:

Travelling from fashion week to fashion week means packing  and who on earth likes packing? Unconditionally happy people maybe, but I suspect those are medicated... maybe few OCD enthusiasts? And let's put that packing chore into perspective. We are not talking about a person who works and live in one city and has to pack for a well deserved holiday away. We are talking about a breed that travels often, has to look good constantly and has to look different everyday and maybe has to change twice (or more) a day.

Of course the traveling experiences and the looking good in nice clothes is enjoyable. No question about that. It's the planning ahead with weather and impromptu events options. There is no way you can foresee your state of mind and what you'll fancy wearing on day 6 of fashion week number 4. There is no comfort zone here. You have to plan outfits that will work with the moment and lobotomise your wishes, moods, envies, weather sensitivities because you simply cannot bring your whole wardrobe with you, it's too heavy! And you won't have the time to pick and choose on the day everyday anyway.

WEARING NICE CLOTHES:

Nice clothes don't necessarily mean nice to wear. You have the extreme case of those wearing uncomfortable heels, clothes that are too tight, spandex, push ups and itchy fabrics. Why would anyone chose to suffer, why would anyone choose sure discomfort for potential attention? That goes way above my head, I have no ambition to look like a post modern sculpture, not even for halloween.

All of my clothes, and all of my friends' and respected acquaintances' clothes are comfortable, fitted and soft. But they are far from being pyjamas and sleepers. Not even elastane jeans and converse. Anything that has class, anything remotely chic doesn't give you the warm feeling of hugging clothes. Long flowing dresses and cute leather flip flops being the exception but those are summery and no fashion week happens in august.

So yes, despite extremely well engineered high heels swapped for ballerinas when you have to walk, you do have blisters. Sometimes you get blisters just because the weather is damp and you walk around a lot, even in flats. You don't need to do fashion week to know that.

Weather is a bitch! It can be spring in the morning, autumn for lunch, summer in the afternoon and winter at night. That's the worst scenario as you move around whilst it's hot, you sit at a terrasse for lunch thinking you'll finally enjoy the weather but BAM, it's cold and there are no sit inside anymore, then you rush for meetings and shows in the heat. Finally, you go for an event at night in that nice little dress you had planned and you'll feel as frozen as the Snow Queen but no kids will love you for it.

All this drama may get on your nerves if it's your 1st fashion week but soon, you just don't care. You just don't feel anything. You just disconnect your hot / cold / sensitivity neurones. You just suffer in silence.

MEETING FABULOUS PEOPLE:

The fashion industry is international, with models, photographers, journalists, stylists, hair and make up artists, art directors and designers from all around the world. And as I said, fashion week brings the whole industry in one city at the time, especially Paris, which is a plus point for me as lately, I have had only time to do this one.

So that gives me 9 days to organise and kick start my whole semester of work to come and meet everybody I want / need in between shows, presentations and events, and I can't wear my running shoes to achieve this marathon.

By the time I am facing the fashion director, the editor in chief, the designer I want to work with, I have had to make the same intro about a zillion time before and I risk going into a powerpoint presentation mode which will for sure kill my attempted fabulous factor.

As if that wasn't a challenge already, I am facing people who are on their 4th fashion week in a row (New York, London, Milan and Paris are back to back) so they are probably jet lagged, they have met more people than their brain can process and they may not even remember their own name.

EATING DELICIOUS FOOD:

Eating? When? The only lunch meeting I had turned into a bloody mary for her and a carrot juice for me (I know, how healthy of me, right?). Service takes too long when you have half hour meetings back to back in different locations.

Aside from an insanely early consistent breakfast, feeding is limited to your own provisions (I carry dry fruits in my bag) and canapés at parties and let's talk about those canapés. There are more and more parties / events that offer no food at all and only serves champagne. Please don't even start mocking me here, I hear you with your "awh poor baby, champagne only". 9 days without real food, I am hungry and therefore angry. And when canapés are indeed served, you can't just make a dinner out of it. How ridiculous would you be sitting by the buffet and devouring each spoon you can reach?

The complete opposite of my experience can happen too. There are those who have morning meetings which turn out to be unannounced breakfast meetings where large amount of delicious food is served, yet they already had a breakfast at their hotel, then they'll have 2 lunch meetings, one at noon and another at 1pm, in the evening they'll attend an event where canapés will be served and finally they'll have two sat down dinner, one at 8 pm and the other one at 10 pm. I am not exaggerating, I heard it from the horse's mouth (guess she felt like a horse by then end too)

SEEING BEAUTIFUL THINGS:

Issey Miyake, chiffon, Palais de Tokyo, jersey, red, lace, Chanel, avenue Montaigne, silk, cotton, layers, Martin Grant, wigs, feathers, Tuileries, purple, Vogue, yellow, orange is the new black, Dior, gold, shoes, gothic, leather, Kendal Jenner, Rochas, stilettos,Yazbukey, organza, corset, Première Classe, pastel tones, motor bikes, Elie Saab, bags, alligator, nude, Little Shilpa, le marais, Zoe Chicco, Le Costes, ...

By the end of fashion week, your brain is like a desktop on which you saved all your favourite images without putting them in a folder. The quantity is such that your head is spinning. Actually, it's like going to a film festival and watching several films in a row. You remember each detail of each film but you struggle pairing actors to situations.

Time to pull your socks up and play linking game: Red dress ➔ by ➔ Yohji Yamamoto ➔ seen at ➔ Hotel de Ville. And in case of total black out, Vogue is there to the rescue.

Bottom line, neither of this is a drama. We wouldn't do it if it wasn't worth it and every bit of madness is more than bearable because in the end we work for a fascinating industry and we are thankful to be part of it, however little or huge our impact may be.

[anniejanecblog-blog]

31 Pug Costumes

This year for Halloween, or as we like to call it “Pugoween” we decided to dress up our pug Brigid up in a costume everyday in October and share it on her Instagram.

After I took each picture, I made sure to film a little video so I could create a behind the scenes video.  Hope you enjoy the pictures and video!

Love, Annie and Brigid

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1. I guess I missed the Hogwarts Express by a month…oops! Well It’s officially October 1st and that means 30 days until Pugoween.

2. Jurassic Pug wishes Mondays were extinct.

3. LET’S GO YANKEES!!!! Hoping to see lots of interviews on the “Toe” Tonight Show in the dugout this evening!

New York Yankee Ronald Torreyes filming the “Toe-Night Show” in the Yankee dugout

4. Lucky LadyPug 🐞

5. Sorry but this beanie baby is not for sale

6. Flying into the weekend! Hope everyone has a great holiday weekend! Hugs and kisses from Super Pug

7. I choose you Pikachu? No wait my Pokédex is showing a rare new Pugachu!

8. Fruit Salad! Yummy Yummy!

9. Piglet is not happy it’s Monday AND it’s raining

10. “God, I want a a donut”- Mindy So happy that I have a donut AND a dundie

Mindy Kaling

11. “Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope”- Princess Leia

12. Rapunzel RaPUGzel let down your long hair

13. MOO-ving into the weekend

14. How many pumpkins do you see?Please don’t make Pumpkin Pug Pie out of me… I’m just trying to rest on a pumpkin bed

15. I’m buzzing from all the love I’ve gotten today for celebrating National Pug Day!Hope all my furry friends had a great weekend!

16. As Paris Pug Hilton says, “that’s hot.”

Paris Hilton

17. This ain’t my first rodeo

18. I hug trees with my chainsaw- Lumberjack Brigid

19. Feeling Groovy ☮️

20. Sorry Gigi but they asked me to walk first!BRIGID X MOSCHINO SS18Milan Fashion Week”Io non faccio la moda, io sono la moda ”

Gigi Hadid x MOSCHINO SS18 Milan Fashion Week

21. I’m not liking where this is headed…. HELP!

22. Never forget to feed or play with your Pugagotchi 👾🎮 **This model is not for sale and cannot be bought in stores or online. This is not to be mistaken for a Tamagotchi which is available for sale.**

23. Treat Thief

24. Inching through the week

25. “This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather.” – Phil Connors in the movie GroundHog Day

Punxsy Phil inner circle

“This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather.” – Phil Connors in the movie GroundHog Day

26. Everybody needs a teddy bear

27. “Her recommendations for a campsite were totally unsuitable. There were no outlets. And there was dirt, and bugs, and… and it rains there. So anyway, we’ve found a place that’s much more us: the Beverly Hills Hotel.”-Phyllis Nefler in the movie Troop Beverly Hills

Troop Beverly Hills

28. I had a dream that I joined a La Croix cult and Chris Pratt was the leader. We worked on a farm and we were paid for our work with burritos and cases of La Croix. When I woke up I told all my friends and we all wanted to join the cult.*true story, real dream*

29. Watching Golf on TV would be a million times more interesting if it was only being played by pugs- Brigid

30. … Ready For It? – Taylor Swift

Taylor Swift in her new music video … Ready For It?

31. Hey Lily they also made me a matching $2 million dollar Fantasy Bra in 2015.Victoria’s Secret Angel Lily Aldridge’s 2015 Fantasy Bra

Victoria’s Secret Angel Lily Aldridge’s 2015 Fantasy Bra

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