#so that haircut was probably pretty common

[lyxchen]

My current blorbo (Campbell Bain) and another very beloved blorbo of mine (Alex Mercer) have the same haircut!!<333

[petarabbit2]

Realistic Ace Trappola + Headcanons

Ace headcanons + realistic artwork done with Art Breeder and edited in Clip Art Studio:

Okay so getting straight into it, this is my first post about my headcanons and realistic versions of twisted wonderland characters and the first one being introduced is *drumroll* Ace Trappola! Ace fans, you eating good tonight my chickies (that sounds so weird if u dont think of chickens right away LMFAO).

Sidenote: When headcanoning Ace and all my other characters, I take both factual and some of my personal thoughts/beliefs of the character to construct my headcanons.

So for Ace, its evident that I gave him acne due to reasoning such as his diet (fav food being cherry pie and mentioning his liking towards burgers) plus he is literally a teen boy that also has no women in his life and stereotypically the mother is the one to bring up looks as an issue, so without this Ace probably would have never gotten the right treatment for his acne. 

He’s already a red head so I added on that by giving him freckles. Also, it's known that redheads are more prone to acne, so another note as to why I gave him acne.

For his features for a realistic rendition, I went with a heart shaped face (because Ace’s card suit is hearts) but his widow's peak is hidden beneath his bangs. He has a snub nose shape which is quite round and slightly upturned. He has thicker eyebrows cause we all know bro don’t give a shit about his appearance.

For his hair I went wild, it's extremely fluffy, a bit curly and like shoulder length when wet. Bro has had like two haircuts his whole life and probably smells foul. I also tried to keep to the original style pretty closely without it looking really weird like bro came straight out of an anime. 

I didn't draw the bodies for any of them but Ace is more lanky with long legs and a rectangular body shape, but he has pretty big feet and hands.

Yeah and he's got a light British accent gang I’m sorry 😭 – he uses slang often as well.

Without & With Face Makeup:

Personality and backstory headcanons + a bit of character analysis:

Okay so Ace is one of the very first characters we meet in the game and a good one at that, a lot of people just put him in the category of “dumb friend with one brain cell”, and yes that's kinda true but every person had a reason to be the way they are due to personal experiences. We know in canon that Ace has always lived with his father and older brother but due to the literally no backstory on his mum, I’m saying his parents are divorced which he has much more time with his dad, also by his mannerism being so straight to the point and not sugar coated, this could be due to him being raised in an only male household. Which could also hint to why he “didn't feel committed” to his former relationship in middle school, he was so new to this type of love and got scared. After all he is just a teen, cut my boy some slack. (#1 Ace defender) 

Due to this relationship with his mother and seeing how his parents fell out of love, fought or similar, he’s very bad with women which is why he has only male friends. The only way he would have a girlfriend (or woman friend) is if they were not sensitive to his zero-filter way of speaking and even tell him off for it. (not me doing this since my yuusona is a girl 💀)

It's still mentioned that the whole family gets together around holidays (although this could possibly just mean his grandma and such and not the mothers side) so maybe the divorce wasn't messy and they just didn't love each other anymore, which happens all the time with quick relationships.

Ace is also pretty immature and not into deep and emotional conversations which is common with teen boys (especially around his age group). So not trying to hate, but all those scenarios made up with him comforting the reader and helping them feel better, in reality, he probably wouldn’t have gotten why you're so sad and not really know how to comfort you. Which is completely fine! He's not fully grown in body or mind and people need to accept this.

He definitely makes your mum jokes and sex jokes, bro cannot stop himself laughing when a teacher says anything sex related. He's highly competitive and will sulk if he loses a basketball game or bet with a friend.

Also despite being not very empathetic (not on purpose though), he appreciates the little things. For example, he’d appreciate you remembering his birthday or always having a spare pencil for him in class as you know he always loses his. He really appreciates those friends and even though he lacks in some areas, he will always protect them and stay by their side no matter what.

In conclusion, he's just some teen boy who's still learning about life and people. I had a lot of fun making the realistic design and giving him more depth as a character and I'll be doing this for the rest of the cast and after that maybe side characters?? Only if you guys want it though, I’ll also one day release my yuusona 😞. (she’s my queen get ready yall (hi i’m the 10/10 editor and assistant 😋)) (together, we are big brain)

My editor/assistant cause I can’t grammar or spell to save my life: @cyb3rpnnk 

SIDENOTE: DO NOT REPOST MY REALISTIC RENDITION OF ACE OR ANY OTHER CHARCTER I DO AS YOUR OWN. EVEN THOUGH THE BASE WAS MADE WITH AI IT IS STILL MY CREATION!

However you are permitied to use my headcanoing as your own for art or stories or whatever, just not my realistic rendition.

Hope you enjoyed my take on realistic Ace and my headcanoning!

[adobe-outdesign]

What about a Furfrou review ? Although I should probably say "reviews", all things considered... :p

Furfrou's default form is pretty boring, but I'm willing to give it a pass seeing as the whole point of it is the grooming gimmick, much like how Eevee is kind of plain but it's just because it has its evolution thing going on. There's not much to say about it, but I do like it's upturned snout and the bit of black on its face and legs.

My one nitpick is that I kind of wish it was less straight-furred? Like, it looks more like an afghan hound when untrimmed than any kind of poodle, and that could've easily been fixed by just giving it slightly wavier fur (emphasis on slightly, so there's still contrast with the trimmed forms).

But Furfou's main thing isn't just being a poodle—rather, it's a poodle that you can give haircuts to. This is a pretty fun gimmick, and it works well given how people trim poodles IRL. I do kind of wish it had some impact on gameplay so there'd be a reason to do it beyond aesthetics, but regardless, it's fun and memorable. The 'dex mentions that it becomes swifter when its trimmed, so why not give the trimmed forms a speed stat increase or something?

As a whole, these forms add some much needed visual punch with the addition of color (each form having a different palette, though the Matron trim probably should've been a more purple-ish purple) and the black areas of skin, which adds some much needed contrast.

Individually, each form can be broken into three categories:

The shape cuts (heart, star, and diamond)

The hat cuts (debutante, matron, and dandy)

The striped cuts (la reine, kabuki, and pharaoh)

My one issue with these cuts is that they can feel a bit repetitive after a certain point. Almost every single trim (except for the diamond cut) has colored leg fluff, all of them have fluff on their heads, and all have a colored tail in a distinct shape. It's possible they were just invoking the most common poodle trim, the continental clip, but couldn't we get a bit more variety?

I think the shape cuts do the best at differentiating the three in that group, as the placement of the fur is different on each, while the stripe cuts look the most similar. It feels like they could've had, say, a cut where all four legs are shaved, a cut where the tail has no color or shape, a cut with flatter hair on the head, a cut that's mostly shaved with only fur on the body... just more variety is all I'm saying.

For the record, I think my personal favorite is the diamond trim—I might be biased because orange is my favorite color, but I also like that it looks different than the other cuts and the amount of black on it. Least favorite is probably Kabuki, just because it's too similar compared to the other striped cuts and it's not as easy to tell what theme they were going for on that one without knowing the name.

Anyway, overall, a fun Pokemon with a decent gimmick, though I do feel like some kind of gameplay integration and more changes between the cuts would've helped it a bit.

(Also, GameFreak, make Furfrou and its trims available in a game again so they stop being a Literal Currency on the HOME GTS. Like seriously, what the hell)

[kteezy997]

Unattainable// Lee (Bones and All)

Unedited

Warnings: Lee x female reader, protected sex, oral sex male receiving, mention of body hair, mouth fucking, ripping clothing, boob-obsessed Lee, calling breasts ‘suckies’

It was Lee. He was a couple of years older than you. No one had seen very much of him since he dropped out his junior year of high school, and after what happened with his dad, who could really blame him for not coming around town.

You were in love with him your whole freshman year. No, you hadn’t dated. Hell, he probably hadn’t even known you existed. You had a crush and you’d feel intense giddiness each time you passed him in the school hallways. You just admired him from afar.

You spotted him now several yards away at the county carnival. He was noticeably thinner than he was in school, and he had some sort of mullet haircut going on, and the ends of his hair seemed to be a shade of red. Nonetheless, all the differences about him made him just as hot as he was to you back then.

In the past, there was something unattainable about Lee. His dad, of course, was a drunk, but his mom was a respectable teacher. Lee himself was really good looking, and there weren’t too many pretty people in Kentucky, so he stood out in any crowd around in this town.

But you were older now too, and more confident in yourself.

Lee caught your gaze, and you saw him smirk as he was talking to somebody. You could feel some type of electricity between you and him. He gave you a nod, but you knew it was more than just a common acknowledgment.

You walked straight over to him. As you approached, he turned his head, like he knew exactly why you were there. He was smirking even more in your presence. You didn’t care who he was talking to or who was around when put your hands on his arm and leaned into his ear.

The lights from the carnival stands and rides were shining on him and his pretty, chiseled cheeks and he looked so damn tempting to you. You had to have him. You had to obtain the unattainable.

“You wanna fuck?” you asked him, point blank.

He chuckled, grinning widely. “Come ’ere.” He grabbed you by the hand, leading you away from the crowded area, behind a trailer somewhere.

Lee pulled you against him roughly, and his mouth was on yours. You kissed him back with the same intensity. He rolled his tongue into your mouth, sliding between your open lips. You welcomed his tongue, letting him massage it with your own.

Your breasts were pressed against his chest, you ran your hand down his slender body, all the way down to his crotch. You palmed his cock through his jeans.

“Fuck.” he muttered against your lips. His makeshift belt was only a piece of rope through the loops of his pants. He made quick work of untying the rope, and unbuttoning his jeans. To your surprise, he didn’t have underwear on. His cock was semi hard.

You kneeled down, taking his long cock in your hands, and putting your mouth on him. You bobbed your head, sucking his cock, allowing him to grow harder and harder. You put your hand on his smooth tummy, sliding it up and down. Your fingers toyed with his treasure trail, as well as the hem of his soft, worn sweater.

Lee hissed softly, his hips shuddered. He put his hand in your hair.

He was watching you as you looked up at him, mouth full of his big cock. You made little popping noises as your mouth left the tip of his dick, teasing him. You encircled your tongue along his slit, and you heard him moan. He used both hands to comb your hair away from your face and he held it in a tight grip.

“Can I fuck your mouth, just a little bit?” he whimpered out.

You nodded ‘yes’ as best as you could as he was still in your mouth. Lee took ahold of either side of your head, keeping you still. He rutted his cock into your mouth, you opened up as much as possible. His tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged a little bit, but it was so damn hot.

He thrusted deep into your throat, you held onto his thighs for support. He kept his cock there for a few seconds, before finally retracting completely. He then held your face gingerly, lightly massaging your jaw.

You were gasping for some air, and Lee pulled you up to your feet. You got to breathing normally, so he kissed you, swirling his tongue in your mouth. His lips were all over yours, sloppy as hell.

“Now,” he said as he pulled away, “get on the ground so I can fuck that sweet pussy of yours.”

You giggled, smacking your lips on his once more. “How do you want me?”

He tucked his hand into his jeans pocket, somehow he was still wearing his ratty pants. “However you want to be, princess.” He retrieved a condom out of his pocket finally.

You got on the ground, laying on your back, wanting him to fuck you missionary.

Lee pulled his shirt over his head, then kneeled down in between your legs. He spread them, and ripped your tights, right at the crotch.

“Hey! What the fuck?! You’ll be replacing those.”

“Yeah, baby, we’ll see about that.” He responded, touching your pussy with deft fingers.

You bit your lip and moaned as he slid his fingers along your clit.

He rolled on the condom, lifted your skirt a bit, and thrust himself into you. He didn’t necessarily ease into it either. He started fucking you at a fast pace. His balls slapped your wetness, you could hear it.

You writhed and softly whimpered under him, your toes curled. “Fuck, Lee!” You dug your nails into his bare back. “Mm, so good.” You gazed up from him and into the night sky. You felt euphoric as the stars watched you get absolutely railed.

Lee kissed you hard while bucking his hips into you. He bit at your neck, sucking on it.

“No hickies!” you cried. You had to go to work tomorrow.

“Fine,” he groaned, “let me see your suckies then.” His cock stilled inside you for a moment.

“My what?” you giggled.

“Your suckies.” Lee said, all serious. “Tiddies are for sucking. Everyone knows that. Let me see ‘em.”

You could help but laugh, feeling silly that he was literally inside of you, but felt the need to ask to see your boobs. You pulled your tank top over your head, freeing your tits.

Lee grabbed them, and slowly started thrusting into you again, his palms pressing against your hard nipples.

His rubbed your nipples gently with his thumbs, making circles. You started to moan, his cock was still rutting into you. He held your breasts, cat licking your nipples. You wanted more, so you filled your lungs with air in a deep breath, arching your back some.

With your tits now right in his face, he wrapped his lips around your left nipple, suckling. He was somehow able to keep fucking you and knead your breasts as he sucked greedily on your tit.

“Fuck!” you cried in sweet pain as his teeth scraped your nipple.

Lee moaned, his mouth full of you. When he took his lips away, he said, “Gonna cum.” He rutted into you roughly a few more times, then he groaned weakly.

After he came, he stayed inside you, reached down, and played with your clit. Then took your right nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard, swirling his tongue over the bud.

You grabbed his curly hair, tugging on it for some relief. You body shook against his. It was all so much, his cock filling you, his fingers making you twitch, and his harsh sucking on your tit sending jolts of pleasure to your core. You came just after he did.

Lee stayed on top of you as you both descended from your highs. He pulled his dick out of you, but kept his mouth on your tits, alternating between the two. You watched the stars, and the sky get darker.

“Mm.” he cooed, moving up and nudging your nose with his. “I’m never letting you go, y/n. I want you to be mine.” He then nuzzled his face into your neck.

He remembered your name, all the way back from high school. So sweet.

@gatoenlaciudad

[icantbeseenlikethisonmymain]

I kind of fuck with the stowaway!Taigen theory for s2 actually?? Hated it when I first read about it because it seemed too tropey, too contrived, but the more I think about it the more I love the potential of the Fowler-Taigen dynamic and its effect on mizu. (Way-too-long braindump under the break)

Like imagine!! Taigen and his relentless reminders of honor and duty and tradition juxtaposed with fowler's comfort and amusement in cruelty and results. Taigen as a reminder of Japan (good and bad) va fowler as a promise of revenge and the future. Taigen as a wary back-up for mizu as they're both pretty much under fowler's control in London due to linguistic and cultural challenges. (An angel and a devil sort of phenomenon, except the heaven the angel comes from calls mizu a devil and the hell the devil comes from calls mizu... well maybe not an angel but it promises her revenge at least.)

Would be so fascinated, too, with where they might find common ground. They're both quite cynical—Taigen is incredibly skeptical about the motives of everyone around him and, despite his very himbo mannerisms, seems to be quite realistic, almost pessimistic, in his expectations of people. (E.g. extremely wary of Heiji's tea party, assumes mizu has bad intentions/a missing moral code at the beginning and at the end when he finds out about akemi's fate with the shogun) I think Fowler would at the very least find that caution interesting and perhaps even useful. Not sure what Taigen would possibly find redeeming about Fowler, unless Fowler begins to care about/protect Mizu. (I don't have a lot of faith something that like that would happen though.)

Idk I just feel like there might be so much potential here for the further splitting of mizu's soul. Like I don't want her to suffer but 1) tasty angst and 2) she probably needs to suffer some more emotionally in order to be happy

Also like super lowkey I want Fowler to make fun of taigen's haircut like,,, holy fuck the comedic potential of these two dramatic ass bitches next to stone-cold mizu. Hilarious. Shakespearean levels of comedy

[jarofstyles]

Cozy

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I hope you enjoy. I will do a part 2 if you’d like 🔮

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If there was one word she would use to to describe Harry, it was Cozy.

Y/N had never met someone who was so… soft. So warm in her life. He radiated the heat and comfort that a fireplace did on a snowy winters day. It made a lot of sense, considering where they lived.

Harry thought better in the woods. Being a writer, it was easier to keep his mind at ease when he was mostly alone. He had tried a plethora of places to try and write. Coffee shops worked out alright at first but the smell of coffee was too tempting and it messed with his stomach. The park was beautiful but one too many footballs to the head made him rethink it. It was a step in the right direction, though. Nature seemed to soothe his racing mind and have him be able to focus on the words he was writing versus the thoughts swirling around his head.

It had been trial and terror but somehow, he had managed to write his first number one best seller when he spent a month in a cabin in a mountain town. The inspiration never seemed to dry up, and it prompted him to take the generous earnings he made from the freelance writing he did on the side to buy his own cabin, not too far away.

It was this beautiful town he was eternally grateful for. It’s his oasis, his home, and where he met his lover.

Y/N had been a beautiful surprise packaged in a hairdressing apron. He had let his locks get overgrown being holed up while he wrote. It was to the point that his mother told him she would fly out to take scissors to his head if he didn’t go and get it done as soon as he could, which resulted in Harry taking his cell phone and searching the nearest salon.

It landed upon Sweet Thang. A smaller, up and coming salon in the little ski town he now resided in. The reviews looked fantastic, his mop needed a trim desperately, and it was only 10 minutes down the mountain. So he hopped in his truck and got down to thee town, finding a space on the street and headed into the salon, only to get the surprise of his life.

Y/N was immediately someone who he wanted. He was blown away with just how soothing her voice was, how she had managed to knock him out of his quiet, reserved space he usually got into when writing and made him want to talk. Which he did. Harry chatted and laughed with the pretty hairdresser with magic hands and the ability to relax him with her voice and a simple head massage. He had never clicked with someone so quickly in his life, which led to him asking her on a date after the best haircut of his life.

A year later, he was deeply in love, moved to the same little town they met and writing his 3rd best seller (fingers crossed) while he waited for her to come back home. Sitting in their dining room, his laptop sat on the oak table while the snow fell on the growing blanket, inches piling up soon. The man had woken up after she left with a kiss to his forehead and decided to work in their brightly lit common area today, needing the slight change of scenery. He moved about the house depending on the mood of the scenes he was writing.

His ears perked up as he heard the garage door mechanics pulling up, alerted to the fact his soon to be wife was now home. They’d moved fast, sure, but Harry didn’t have a single doubt. Their first date, he knew she would be his. Of course it was probably a bit of the romantic in him, he was a fucking writer after all, but he adored her. Worshipped the ground the woman walked on. He stood from the chair, stretching his back and winching at the cracks before making his way to the kettle. Every day she went to work, he made sure to have the kettle going when she arrived home from work. Her post day ritual of her herbal teas was adopted by him, taking down two mugs as his body giddily waited for her to walk inside.

“Honey, I’m hoooome.”

The sweet voice brought a grin to his face, leaning his ass against the counter as he watched her plop her snowy boots on the weather tray and hang her tote bag on the hooks harry had installed after he had tripped on her totes one too many times. Considering he stayed home most of the time, he was usually the one to work on the house. She was on her feet all day anyways.

“There y’are, mt gorgeous girl.” His voice traveled to her as her socked feet padded over to his tall frame. Immediately, she sank into his warm embrace, snuggling into the soft sweater he had put on to keep the chill out. He always chose the coziest things, but especially because of this moment. The time of day she would come home in the winter and seek out his heat, his comfort. A soft hiss left his teeth as he stroked her cold hair, pulling her closer as he kissed the top of her head.

“Freezing’ out there, isn’t it? Even just putting stuff away in the garage got you all frosty.” He sighed, not liking her being cold at all. Harry kept the fire stoked all day, taking breaks for his own brain to feed the fire and mess around so the house was toasty for his love to come home to. He had never felt such a compulsion to take care of someone before Y/N. Now it was a pleasure, second nature.

“Mhm. But I knew you’d have it feeling good at home.” She got on her toe, giving a peck to his lips before burying her face into his neck. Her cold nose made him wince but he didn’t pull away, instead enjoyed how she rubbed it back and forth on the heated skin, Y/N knew how creepy it sounded but she never felt close enough. Part of her wanted to crawl under his sweater and simply listen to his heart and feel his hands run up and dow her back for the rest of time.

“Made sure the fire was on all day. I’ll have to chop some wood tomorrow, though. Tea water is on for now,, wasn’t sure if you’d want jasmine, chamomile or mint.” She usually switched between the three while harry settled with his standard.

“Thank you, my angel.” Y/N sighed against his neck, kissing delicately over the vein there. “I can see you’re writing the softer stuff today.”

Harry had a series of predictable patterns. If he was writing lighter, softer things, it was in the brightly lit dinging room, open to the living room. Intimate scenes he wrote at the desk of their bedroom. More intense, dramatic scenes would be written in his home office. There was a space for everything. Outdoors in the summmer would be a wild card, though.

“Mhm. More world building. Dynamics forming. You know the same old.” He sighed, inhaling a deeper breath as she let her weight sag into him. He stroked over her back, going under her cardigan to the thin black tee shirt she had underneath. Y/N smelled like shampoo, the green apple and mint kind. It was his favorite thing, he thinks. “Made some muffins this morning for breakfast. And I’ve got pizza cooking in the oven now. Made the one with the peppers for me and your specialty one for you.” It had been a later day at ther salon as the holidays approached, and Harry tried not to complain. She had the whole week off starting now, and he knew her hands could use it.

“How’s your wrist?” Her wrist had been giving her some trouble lately with how much she moved them, Harry suspected some carpal tunnel. He knew all too well about it considering he had his bouts with it and typing. “Wear your brace today?”

A black bandage covered wrist escaped from behind him, raising up to show his eyes before going back behind him to cling to his solid form. “Yeah. Bothered me when I was using the scissors most but the brace helped. Don’t say I told you so.” She pepped, hiding her face in his shirt because yes. Harry had in fact told her so when she had been skeptical.

“I would never.” He smirked though, and she could feel it against the top of her head. “M’just glad it made it hurt less. Don’t like my girl in any pain. I remember how badly it can hurt. Remember? That’s why you showed me the wrist elevating mouse pad. Worked wonders for me. No shame. You’re working hard, but that’s why you’re getting your break now, hm?” He gently peeled her back so he could look at her face, polished fingers cupping her warming face. His glasses were on, a favorite yummy look of hers on him, stubble growing on his jaw. Harry looked delicious, if she did say so herself.

“Yeah.” She sighed, moving her hands to rest on his shoulders. “And that means you’ve got to take more breaks during the day to give me attention.” She blinked at him a few times, utterly serious. Harry could get into the zone and forget the house was bringing around him, so she wanted him to be aware.

“Of course. My favorite little distraction will be walking about. Probably in my sweaters because on top of being distracting, she’s a silly little thief.” He squeezed her cheeks together to make her lips pout, kissing them sweetly as she humphed in protest. “Plus, think I need a trim myself. So I hope you’re well versed in using kitchen scissors to cut-“

“Do not finish that sentence.” She placed a hand on his mouth. Her faux snarl melted when he kissed the palm over his lips, letting it move to scratch the stubble. “I like this. Keep it for a bit, for me. At least this week.” She felt it under her fingertips, moving back and forth on the texture of the hair on his chin and jaw. It was a personal favorite of hers, when he let it grow out just for her.

“Hmm. I can.” He smiled lazily, leaning his cheek into her touch. “But then I don’t want you complaining about carpet burn down there. Know your thighs are extra sensitive to it. I plan to spend all my free time there.” There was that mischievous glint in his eyes, but for once she was looking forward to said shenanigans. When they surrounded her pleasure, she truly couldn’t complain.

“Oh? Is that the type of week we’re having?” Manicured nails gripped his soft sweater, kicking a leg up behind her as she batted her lashes. Y/N looked ridiculous but he loved her, so he just laughed, pinching her hip lightly to make her cut it out. The little yelp was cut off with his mouth, successfully quieting her with a sweet kiss. Slightly obnoxious when he made a ‘mmmmm’ sound against them, making her want to giggle but refusing to pull away.

When she found an escape, a gasp was exaggerated at the extended kiss. “You tried to suffocate me!” The accusation held no weight, flopping right back on to his chest. Harry’s cheeks were slightly sore from the size of his smile. Moments like this, the domestic and cute were things he often dreamt about. Now he had his forever muse. The sole inspiration behind half of the feelings of love and yearning in his writing.

“I would apologize….” He trailed off, sneakily grabbing under her thighs and picking her up to set her ass on the counter. “But I am not sorry.”

The beep of the oven cut her off, Harry leaving her sitting on the island while she kicked her feet in protest.

It was something else. Watching his hand slip into the checkered oven mitt, sliding the pizza pans out of the over one by one and setting them on the counter to cool. The smell was incredible and her mouth was already watering, thinking about how good it had been last time. Harry was an incredible cook, especially with his spin offs to Pinterest recipes.

Watching him bop about the kitchen was somewhat arousing, too. Seeing his broad back as he picked things up, set them down, cut into things. Watching him pop a finger into his mouth to ‘clean it off’. The concentrated look on his face and the purse of his lips when he tried to get exact measurements. Y/N mourned the loss of that experience today. Damn work.

“Sexy little househusband.” She cooed, peeling her cardigan off and tossing it onto the nearby stool. He loved sitting her on the counter instead, and every time she tried fo ask why he would shush her. So rather than fight it, she accepted the inevitable. “Making me food when I get home, cleaning the house. It does things to a woman, y’know.” Twirling a strand of hair around her finger, she made a show of looking him up and down- because god damn, those pants did him some real service- and she giggled at the raised brow he gave her while he put the overhead fan on.

“Oh? You are something else.” He sighed, returning to her open thighs. His hand settled on her hip while the other grazed her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the opposite. “I’ll gladly be your sexy little househusband. As long as you let me write my books that sell millions of copies and sit in my chair while you do the head massage thing…”

He was so cute. Y/N had learned early on that her cause of death would probably be him.’ Harry being too cute’ plastered on her headstone. It was a nice way to go out, she thinks.

“Oh, you’re good.” She mumbled, taking each side of his face in her palms and squeezed a little to make his lips push out, kissing the wet pout. “Too good. I’m gonna give you such good head tonight. Mind blowing. Show stopping. Ridiculous. Pizza and being cute. Too much for me to handle.”

This made Harry perk up. Immediately. Of course it would- but he was particularly fond of her mouth. The things it could do and the words that came out of it. It was a never ending stream of love that flowed from him right to her, and it always felt matched. Reciprocated.

“There will not be a single complaint from me.” He said, slightly slurred because she had his lips squished with her hands on his cheeks. “Sounds good. Perfect? Actually. Let me block out my calendar. Next chapter can wait. Please.” He leaned forward and caught her lips again, the hands on her lover's cheeks loosening as he tugged her body to be flush against his. Indulging in a dirtier kiss, a hand straying to his hair and brushing it out of his face while he slipped under her tee shirt to feel the hot skin of her back again. Harry swore he would never get enough of this. Even in its simplicity, it was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

“Dork.” The word was mumbled against his lips, the buzzing feeling in the now slightly swollen flesh making her smile. “That was too sexy of a kiss. I need to eat some pizza and take a shower before any sort of intimacy happens. I smell like developer and shampoo.” She pushed his chest a little, making him sulk. Harry didn’t care either way, but he wanted her comfortable. Plus, in his mind, that meant she was going to put on sexy panties. Or none. He would love that.

“Fine. I need you fed and energized. The week break is going to be a lot of fun for us… so I need to make sure your in tip top shape. Especially if you’re going to be living with me inside of you. My beautiful girl…” he sighed, eyes taking in her face again. “Got spoiled rotten with you. Didn’t I?” The switch between dirty and sweet could give anyone else whiplash, but Y/N simply grinned.

“You did indeed. Now feed me and let me shower, househusband. Let me start this week off with a bang.” The woman didn’t even need to look up to know his mouth was open to retort something filthy. “And you should keep that mouth quiet if you want it to happen.”

Y/N didn’t hear a peep as she plated the pizza, smirking to herself all the while she heard the snap and crackle of a new record being put on.

She was home.

[ralfmaximus]

Interviewer: So what's your favorite memory about time travel?

Historian: What, besides the obvious? Seeing 'history' come alive?

Interviewer: *laughs*

Historian: Let me think...

Interviewer: Take your time

Historian: Ha!

Historian: Um... well, there was this one time. It was in the 1200s Common Era, I forget the exact date. But one of the profs was really super into illuminated manuscripts. You know, those things monks are always depicted as copying by hand

Interviewer: uh huh, with the haircut

Historian: Yes, with the haircut! And we had some unused time machine credits in the budget, so I figured 'why not?' and went back to 1200-something CE to snatch a transcriptionist

Interviewer: Wait, you what now

Historian: Well 'snatch' is strong... more like, borrowed

Interviewer: ..is that legal?

Historian: *laughs* oh goodness me, no

Interviewer: So should we be talking--

Historian: Oh, it's fine! Everything worked out fine, you see. The little guy spent five months here, illuminating the prof's boss's PHD thesis

Interviewer: Their what?!

Historian: You know, the summary of his doctoral dissertation, in printed form. Boss had copies of that thing laying around that he'd give out as gifts. Cases of them printed up. I dunno why... vanity I suppose

Interviewer: But he illuminated...?

Historian: The monk, yes. We set him up with a full period-accurate suite of writing instruments, completely accurate because *laughs* we snatched those too, you see

Interviewer: So he spent five... months... illuminating

Historian: Transcribing by hand, yes. Well you know, many of those original volumes took years to complete, so five months--

Interviewer: But... why?

Historian: Because it's funny, you see! The plan was to present the prof's boss with this historically accurate illuminated version of his own dissertation, created by--

Interviewer: Okay, I get it. So what happened? How'd it turn out?

Historian: Ah. Well. He never finished it. Made it maybe two-thirds in, then somebody made a critical mistake

Interviewer: A mistake?

Historian: Uh huh. Yes, we'd been extremely careful to keep the chap contained within our little historically accurate lab. Told him it was part of Heaven, and that God had a little project for him, nevermind the strange letters and words... it all worked out pretty well. Until one day containment was, ah, broken

Interviewer: Oh no

Historian: Yes. And one of the interns showed our visiting monk a tablet computer

Interviewer: OH NO

Historian: Microsoft Surface Pro 9 I think. With 16 gig of RAM

Interviewer: ..what happened?

Historian: Oh he loved the stylus

Interviewer: No I mean... what happened?

Historian: OH. Yes, well, he flew into a rage when we took it away. Wrecked his writing station. Accused us of deception, demonic influences. Destroyed his work. Literally set fire to it, actually, set off all the fire alarms. We had to sedate the poor guy in the end

Interviewer: Oh noooo

Historian: Yeah. Tranquilizer dart in the ass, just like at the zoo

Interviewer: So where is he now?

Historian: Safely returned to 1200-something CE, not even thirty seconds after the original snatch! Absolute precision time machine work. Probably thought he dozed off, the whole thing a bad dream...

Interviewer: So why is that your favorite time travel memory?

Historian: Oh! Because... let me show you this

Historian: *operates Microsoft tablet, brings up image, zooms in*

Historian: from Nativity with Six Dominican Monks circa 1265 CE... take a look at... THAT page, there

Interviewer: Oh my.. is that? Are they..?

Historian: Yes! All the monks are carrying Microsoft Surface tablets

Interviewer: oh no

Historian: Yeah well, at least they're not fucking iPads

*recording stops*

[gepperl]

TRANS MALE PASSING PROTIPS

Targeted specifically at trans men who have not begun medical transition, but for anyone. Of course, this is just what works for me and everyone is different.

Shorts that fall mid thigh and are baggy can work really well to make a more masculine figure. This is a trendy style with cis men, and if they are looser on your thighs you can look more rectangular. Basketball shorts are always fine, but for bigger people can end up sticking to your thighs and making you look like a masc lesbian. Looking like a masc lesbian is so so common guys this is what we are trying to avoid. See here for reference

2. WALK WITH YOUR SHOULDERS. Walk like your shoulders are the widest part of your body. Move them kinda forward and backward. Watch a video of a man walking next to a woman for context on what I mean. Women walk with their hips, and it makes all the difference for you in someone's head. Practice in the mirror before doing it so you don't look like a fool.

3. Hair!!!! I know you guys don't want to let go of the 2020 fluffy boi haircut and that is ok. If you don't want a skin fade short haircut, there are other options. Also, if you belong to a subculture, like punk/emo/whatever else there is, look at male styles as it can be very different than what is normally accepted ( for example, men have long hair in metal subculture, you can style it like them). In general, hair is very meticulous, as for some people too short is masc lesbian and too long is woman.

This kind of hair can do wonders. For men of color/curly hair people, if you are not out locs are a very good option as they are typically read as masculine but are gender neutral. Afros, braids, even skin fades with a lot of hair at the top can read feminine. Another style option could be short cornrows that end at the neck, twists, or a fade with less hair at the top like this.

I am not black, so I cannot speak for how this would be read in a black community, but this is how, from my experience, I would view the hairstyles. Sorry if this is not appropriate. Also, I am not here to tell you not to dye your hair. It can work if you style it with masculine clothes and are dressed in a specific style like emo or scene or something. Do what you will with that.

4. If there is ANY peach fuzz on your face, make the most of it. I know I have high testosterone levels naturally, so I grow facial hair a little, but if there is enough to dye it, dye it. If there is like barely any, if its not visible in the mirror if you're really looking (not INSPECTING), it's probably not worth it, and that is fine. use your judgement, and if it is not enough, just shave it. It's better to look clean shaven than desperate for face hair. Eyebrows, mustache hair, sideburns can all be darkened with eyeshadow, brow brushes, and just for men beard dye.

5. LAYERS. I know you guys have seen this one before. Flannels, button ups over black t-shirts, zip up hoodies. It might get a little hot, but it covers your sweat stains anyways. I promise guys it helps so much with shoulders, hips, boobs, it makes you look more masculine. Don't get that ugly ass red and black checkered one though. Think if you would see a masc lesbian wearing it and use your best judgement. I heart layers.

6. Pants. Woah. Pants. I HATE pants I know you fat trans men get me. Old navy women's jeans...and you guys won't like this one...are actually pretty good. SPECIFICALLY the sky high wide leg ones. Get those a size up and cuff them, wear them low on your waist, perfect. Other than that, jeans are shit. I don't really waste my time with men's pants anymore because of my hips but cargos are great, baggy sweats with the band at the bottom are great, PJ pants good, dress pants are a struggle but I've heard dickies work well for people with a smaller body. Not sure though. My tactic is I go to a thrift store for hours and try on all their pants, then find similar ones online or take pictures of the brand for the ones I like and find more.

7. Accessories and jewelry. Iffy. Anything you could describe as dainty, if it's not a family thing or important to you, probably not. Friendship bracelets are good, pendants are good, earrings depends on where you are and what you are wearing. Studs in men are common where I am, so I wear them. Observe the cis men at your disposal. Accessories, bags don't really matter unless they're like the strawberry hot topic mini bags. Don't get those at all those are fugly. Mini bags are not great in general, just better to get something else. Watches are heavily loved here they look very male and also you have the time always even a cheap watch is fine just not a woman's watch. It has to be a men's watch. You can tell when it is a woman's watch don't get those. Nail polish is fine no one cares, it's more popular now with boys. Especially if you're a little girly pop already. Of course that also depends on your environment.

8. Stance. Sitting with your ankle on your knee is comfortable and way more masculine than crossing your legs. Confidence. Fake it until you make it because cis men are so arrogant guys. This is what I mean btw

9. Don't be afraid of being feminine. Don't give up being yourself in order to be masculine. Your happiness matters the most. Love you bye, I'll update this if I think of anything else.

[dogtoling]

Would changing 'hair styles' be as easy as cutting hair, or is it seen as a minor body modification? Maybe even needing local aesthetic?

Logically speaking it is seen as a minor body modification, like piercings and tattoos, because you are totally cutting into meat. Cutting tentacles isn't really dramatic, because the tentacles aren't really necessary for anything, and getting them cut doesn't bleed or hurt much at all. In the wild, cephalopods often lose bits of tentacles or even whole tentacles to predators, and that's like not a big deal, they just grow back (although it IS still MEAT, and the building materials still have to be sacrificed from other parts of the body, so the pace at which they grow back varies a lot). It's even less of a big deal for Inklings when their tentacles are just decorative for the most part.

I'd like to think that doing tentacle cuts didn't really become a common practice until the late 2010's... in Splatoon 1, everyone pretty much had the same tentacle style, which was just to wear them natural with the exception of tying them up. There's always been people even before that who've done interesting things with their tentacles, but that was absolutely an uncommon thing to see. And as we STILL see in Splatoon 3, Octolings haven't really come around to the idea at all, still not having drastic tenta-styles like the squids do (which may also have to do with their tentacles likely being more receptive to pain due to more functionality).

But it DOES still hurt and it is very much modifying or removing body parts (which regenerate over time), so it's definitely not quite as simple as just a haircut. When it comes to how people do tenta-cuts, it probably really depends on what's being done. Painkillers are probably easy to apply locally due to Inklings' porous skin through something as simple as gel, if you're doing big tenta-cuts or something extreme like slicing or carving. Although carving would be more comparable to just getting a tattoo. If you're just shortening tentacles, the process doesn't take much at all, but something like compression might be used to numb the area for cutting it off cleanly. Others might just do raw tenta-cuts and chop the tentacles off in one go and just deal with the momentary bleeding because again, it's not much. Really comes down to individual pain tolerance.

[scarsbloodandleather]

had this in the drafts for a LONGGG ASS TIME:,,,

i just stayed up all night thinking about trans dean!!! (hbo dean) and wrote an approximate 5 page essay of my thoughts!!! (written by a transmasc)

(just on how dean is trans while keeping majority of the plot is the same, but also better than canon..)

Starting at the beginning. born Deanna. Dean always wanted to present more masculine. as a little kid always wanted to play with the boys stuff and dress in daddys clothes not mommys. in the first scene of him holding baby Sammy, it’s very much possible that he could still look pretty much the same considering the popularity of bowlcuts in young kids especially amongst little girls at that time. After Marys death, john never knew how to shop for girls clothing, so Dean just got the most basic looking clothes, already making him slide into that masculine nature. He probably grew out his hair after Mary died for a while (because of johns inability to take care of his kids and give them regular haircuts), until lets say 6?? when Dean figured out how to use scissors on his hair. John is unfazed, like as long as it doesn’t get in the way, and monsters cant grab deans hair(idk, things like that)

Bobby is the first to figure out Dean is trans. obviously. he pays more attention to the kids than john does. Dean just acts like a boy, thinks he’s a boy, though still being technically a girl. He’s complained before to Bobby about wanting to be a boy and hates being seen as/called a “dyke” or a “tomboy” by classmates and teachers. Dean doesnt think anything is wrong with expressing those emotions, still being just a young kid.

Around 8?9? Dean end up just straight up telling john he thinks he’s actually a boy and john couldnt care less tbh, trans men were nearly invisible to society at that time, especially to someone like john who probably grew up under a rock about those things more than anyone. John probably just somehow believed what dean said.. but in a twisted fucked up way… In Johns head Dean is now “a boy with feminine parts, and that is not right, you cant be a man and feminine.” (something like that) So John double time forces hyper masculinity upon dean much too early, as a compensation for anything possibly non-masculine about dean. Trans men are not a concept in johns mind and he doesnt care at all what it could mean other than Dean just being fucked up. This ideology weighs heavily into Dean’s trauma and daddy issues. Especially when john has angry drunk outbursts of ridiculing Dean for the way he is, doing things like deadnaming and misgendering Dean on purpose.

John obviously didnt know or care about anything gender confirming beyond, “I have a son, I buy boy clothes, it’s easier in so many ways having two sons now.” Bobby was the one who fully supported and understood dean and tried to do everything he could to understand deans situation and help him with the transition.

also. no one really knew of john as a hunter at the start. so its easy for john to switch to saying he has two sons, without causing problems.

Puberty for Dean would fall around 1990/91. By that time hormone blockers were already a thing available for kids who had puberty too early, [BUT amongst my research on hormone blockers for trans people I couldn’t find when That became a common practice, and when or where it became easy(ish) to get such treatment without being denied or hatecrimed in some way...] (will have to do more research on some subjects, I still have several books and articles I need to go through) However, I do know testosterone was actually an accessible thing around the 90s for trans men(ofc i still cant find what the age is for being aproved to start hrt unfortunately).

But, I believe, thanks to Bobby’s cunning schemes, he can get what Dean wants/needs in an easy way (ex; lying about Dean’s age or gender[saying he’s intersex or a male with a hormone deficiency], stollen medical prescription forms, etc)

So maybe, most of Deans life he is stealth to most, (even if he doesnt get testosterone until later in life, there are multiple accounts of trans men more than fooling a vast majority of people into thinking theyre cis, even when literally having sex with women believe it or not(ex; Brandon Teena/Boys Don’t Cry film, a popular 50s gospel singer i forgot the name of, much more) Dean is definitely super crafty in canon so he is always finding ways to pass.

Sam knowing Dean is trans makes sense(even if he doesnt have a word for it at first) considering how close they are as siblings. And I think funnily enough he might not even know Dean is “trans” until he attends a gsa class in college(bonus: Sam is he/she/they nonbinary in my hc and they find out that too)

[Side note, because of genes*, it’s very possible for an afab in the winchester family to be up to 5’10(lets say dean is 5’9 though). He wears those 1 1/2 inch heeled boots he does in canon (funny how he’s canonically trans coded sm), with shoe inserts on top of that and, boom. easily 5’11-6’0. yet, he is still more than four inches shorter than his younger brother.(idk i think sam should chill like maybe he can just be 6’2or3 in hbo, bc *john is still 6’1or2, and mary’s family also has tall men*)]

Moving on. According to the timeline dean discovering girls (and boys) happens next at 12/13 (pls help i’m on the aro spec and dk the normal age you get crushes)

but since we already know john is even more strict about Dean’s masculinity than he would be with someone whos amab (notice john canonically is less forcing of masculinity upon sam... i wonder why....) Well in saying that, here comes the intense homophobia. Dean cannot like men. “thats for girls. and Dean said hes actually a man, and I cant let dean be feminine in any way” or some bullshit like that.

Somewhere in the future, before Dean turns 17, john is “worried” about deans possible attraction to men. Sends him on the nun hunt by himself. It’s a big step especially for Dean being afab and john still seeing him as weak and feminine despite believing Dean is actually a dude. (I think this is also the same reason, canonically, sam is so surprised that at 26 dean is going on his own hunts??)

But like- so if the last time Sam saw Dean, Dean was 22 and still an irresponsible youth, still new to the freedom of things that came at 21 and what not(even if dean has been drinking from a young age) and considering johns treatment of Dean, and Deans dependency on johns toxic grasp on him, Sam could still be surprised dean is on his own now[even if dean went on his own at 17, but sam wouldnt know that,, and plus it was just so john could teach him a lesson] So maybe john also let Dean go on his own at 23(before then dean always went with another person) and because he would soon see Dean and his hunting partner of the time, Lee, getting along “too well” he would just fr gaslight dean to just go on his own from then... (something like that)

Focusing back on Dean’s transition, I actually have no idea when dean would get top surgery bc of the busyness of a hunters life. but im thinking it’s a top priority of Deans for a while because of the discomfort of not being able to wear a binder when hunting, only a sports bra, which depending, could still be very uncomfortable for him dysphoria wise. (i know the struggle) Again, Bobby probably one to help with the whole process of payment, recovery and scheduling a good time.

When dean finally gets his top surgery it is when he is with Cassie. (theyre literally both t4t bi4bi) Dean by luck finds a nice girl at a queer bar and settles down with her and decides its time to chop the flesh bags and Cassie helps him in his recovery. (of course i think dean still goes hunting in secret and messed up the healing process and ends up with sorta messed up scars)

Now lisa well... (actually I think canon dean dated her before cassie, but she was only introduced later so-) okay Lisa lowkey gives me transphobe vibes-.. I wonder if it could be that even after they hook up she still isnt even aware that dean is trans, she still finds out someway though. (rip ben actually being from a random biker in this au, bc canon he is 100% deans kid) When Dean sees her again, they run into eachother and catch up despite lisa still being transphobic. She’s fine with just talking but keeping distance. Ben, already liking dean like a father figure, doesn’t understand why lisa dislikes him, even after she explains how Dean is trans, like most kids at that age it’s simple, if he looks and acts like a boy, he is a boy. Kids dont fucking know a thing about body parts or genders... Ben with that ideology, ultimately opens Lisas eyes on trans people and is now okay with Dean.

The only next big plot point I can think of?? is..

Cas raising Dean from hell. While recreating Dean, he sees Deans entire being through Deans perspective. and how Dean is meant to be rather than how he was born. In my mind it makes sense to cas as angel, by seeing Dean’s soul, his memories, everything that makes Dean, well.. Dean, that he is indeed a man. Also because angels have no construct of gender(besides how humans are born) and being genderless in the first place, Cas doesnt associate body parts with genders. He just knows dean is a man and is like “well if hes a human man he must have these parts i guess?”, Deans views of himself blurring his previous form, everything on how dean looks is slightly masculinized. Cas doesnt even think about how come these scars on deans chest are significant and important to him, at any point in the future he could still easily remove them, but he knew they meant something to dean in his mortal development and despite being a “flaw” they are the two scars he didnt wipe clean off of Dean’s body. Everything else, its like- as if Dean was born a man, or at least, however Dean wanted to look. (and still, cas removes all of deans tattoos. dean is pissed asf at cas. even if they had significance to dean, cas still removed them as it was not a part of his body and soul like the top scars, just a foreign blemish made of ink)

That is all i should probably fit in a post now, lmao

[skynapple]

Budding Romance | Ch. 7

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers

warnings: none

Multi-chapter | A03 link

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A new day, a new dead plant

The morning air was crisp and fresh, the summer sun already warming the earth to a slightly uncomfortable temperature by the time most of the world was awake. It never ceased to amaze him how drastic the earths temperatures could be throughout the year. It always made him long for the carefree summers of his youth on Philos, running through warm tall grasses with not a wanderer in sight. 

Despite his sunglasses, the sun already felt too bright. Especially with the dark backpack he wore, perspiration had begun on his back through his thin white shirt, only making him more uncomfortable as he stood outside her apartment complex. The flowers in the planters surrounding the building already looked sorely parched, and added to the dizzying scent of summer smells as the last of the morning evaporated away. A few thoughts came to mind. One, that he should have remembered to get a haircut, two, that despite their agreed upon time, she was late. A strange sensation of humor tickled his brain, knowing that the woman he had known had always been exceptionally punctual.

Another minute passed and finally she texted to indicate that the front gate was open for him. He passed through, and headed up the familiar elevator. Although she was a floor beneath Xavier, the layout in the hall was identical. Since she and Xavier were neighbors, it wasn’t his first time at the complex, but it was his first time without Xavier’s knowledge of him being there. At first he’d felt inclined to let him know he’d be stopping by, but thought better of it. It was an interesting coincidence to him that she was quite literally the exact apartment beneath her fellow hunter. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it was too coincidental… then again, despite Xavier’s patient way of calculating things, Jeremiah had noticed that things just tended to just happen in the mans favor. 

The door swung open and he couldn’t help but smile at her overtly enthusiastic greeting.

”Hello, sir! Welcome to my humble abode! Thanks for coming.”

He’d never known her to be one for theatrics, it made him want to laugh. The pink over-all dress she wore with soft white chiffon sleeves was mostly modest in appearance, although seeing her so casual and cute made him feel like maybe he was seeing a side of her that he wasn’t supposed to. And also that it could be more teasing fuel against Xavier later.

As he followed her inside, she offered him common hospitalities, which he gently refused, suddenly not wanting to invade her space too much. While he had felt comfortable and informal with her, he realized that he just wasn’t a part of her life. This was an acquaintance-in-her-home-for-a-quick-assist thing. Not a longtime-friend-hangout thing. The backpack he brought was set at his feet, grateful for the cool of the air conditioning inside. He spared a glance around, trying not to be too invasive, although, feeling exceptionally curious about what type of person she’d become here. It was a different layout than Xavier’s, neat, with plenty of feminine touches here and there. Scattered around were a few familiar plants and florals. It felt surreal to be there.

Almost as if she picked up on the mental “business” attitude, she retrieved her ailing succulent and set it on the thin kitchen bar in front of him.  “See!” She indicated, incredulous. “I barely water it. I feel like a succulent should be pretty hard to kill. Am I just that bad at this?”

Taking it, he examined it, humming in thought, albeit a bit amused. In fact, there was not a single thing he had known her to ever be bad at. Ever. To realize she had such an anti-green thumb was almost…endearing. "How often are you watering it?” He asked.

"Let's see... probably once every 3 days? I know I'm not supposed to water it every day."

"I see. And where do you normally put it?"

She lead him around, stepping into her room. It was one thing to be in her home, and another to be in the very room she slept. Whatever he had imagined the day before, he was not prepared to be stepping inside. A fluffy carpet caught his eye and a few glittering objects. The cuteness of all of it left him in awe. The brilliant commander he’d known, with soft feminine touches. He wondered if she was like this all along, secretly. Then again, it wasn’t as if they had opportunities to let their objective personalities be on display very much in matching uniforms during a war. 

Moving a little awkwardly, he followed her to the window next to her bed, where he asked her a few questions about the angle of the sun throughout the day and the draft from the air conditioning, take his time in explaining that despite the window being closed, the heat would still radiate inside from the glass. She seemed to listen eagerly, but he felt the urge to tease that it wouldn’t last despite her efforts. 

“You say you’re paying attention but I saw the other dying plants around your living room. Shall I start writing a eulogy for your succulent soon?”

“What? Not fair! Let me show you my pothos. I promise it’s doing so much better ever since I started following your instructions!” She exclaimed, guiding him back through her room to the kitchen area where she picked up the leafy pothos. It was admittedly doing much better than the last time he’d seen it.

“Alright, I guess someone can follow instructions.”

For some reason, she beamed up at him proudly. “Yes! I’ll keep getting better.”

He took another glance around, laughing internally at the sight of more dying plants next to her television set. Just then he noticed the absence of a rather large object.

“Where exactly did you put your prize from last night? I didn’t see if in your room.”

“Oh! This way. It’s on the balcony."

He followed her outside to her balcony, noting that it was decently spacious, enough for a pair of seats, a small table, a few plants, and a large plush toy with two significantly smaller plush toys posed in front of it. He fleetingly wondered if this is where she and Xavier spent days off.

“So I see it’s found its home here.”

"Yeah! And those are its siblings, the matching set. Xavier helped me catch those actually from the claw machine at the arcade by the complex."

Ah, so they are meeting outside of work. Good.

“Really?” He remarked, trying to sound surprised. “I didn't know he had it in him."

“Actually,” She laughed leaning against the wall against the balcony. “He has a whole book on how to win at claw machines."

Jeremiah laughed, trying to think of how best to spur her interest further. "He has a whole host of strange books. He’s an interesting fellow. Which, I’m sure you'll find the more you get to know him.”

The breeze picked up, carrying her hair and a light fruity scent with it. It was a welcome relief from the warmer weather outside. Throughout his fragmented memories, there wasn’t a time he could recall where he noted her wearing scented fragrance, except, probably for a special occasion. 

“Ah, speaking of books, I brought you something."

"You brought me something?” She asked, interest piqued. 

He slipped inside and retrieved a book from the backpack he’d brought, grinning at the title. A quick glance at the time told him he shouldn’t overstay what was supposed to be a quick bout of assistance. Just like before, he had to tell himself not to get too comfortable. 

Returning to the balcony, he slid the door shut behind him, and handed her the book. ‘How to Keep Plants Alive: For Dummies.’

She made a face, wrinkling her nose at him but laughed. "Jeremiah!"

The familiar tone was the one he missed the most. It was the voice he heard most often, right after teasing her. The tone was familiar but the expression was new. Normally, it had been of irritation along with a usual punch in the arm. It didn't come. Whether is was the warm weather or from the gesture of receiving such a gimmicky book, her cheeks were lightly tinted pink to match her dress.

"I'm not that bad, am I?” She was saying in despair.

"Worst I've seen. Of alllllll my customers, you're the most murderous.” As he saw her expression of helplessness, yet alight with humor, he continued teasing. "You're lucky your plants have me. Look at them! You’ve given them anxiety."

Now she bit her lip to stifle a laugh and did thwack him in the arm. He laughed, pulling away and putting his arms up to block his chest as if expecting another hit. It may have been the heightened sun, but he did feel warm inside. 

“I’ll study and do better!” She whined.

“You just need to master the basics! Pay attention to the water and light. Keep an eye on the AC drafts. You’ll get it. I think your succulent will survive, they’re pretty resilient.” He comforted, in contrast to his words earlier, only able to handle teasing her so much before caving to her tone, having been totally caught off guard by how earnest she sounded. “But," He continued, indicating behind him towards the living room on the other side of the wall. “That drooping plant by your TV? That one has a disease.”

“A disease?” she asked in disbelief.“Now I know you're making things up. How can you tell?!”

"I'm not!" He took the book from her hands, opened it, flipped to a section, then handed it to her. "Check that out."

“Oh…” She said in awe, examining the pages in shock

“See the health suggestions?” He leaned over, a little closer to her than intended “I think you can save it. I carry that stuff in my shop. It says if you spray it at least once a day, you can probably bring it back.”

Just then the doorbell rang. Jeremiah felt his shoulders tense.

"Oh, sorry, might be a package.” She left to answer the door and he could’ve sworn her cheeks had turned an even darker shade of pink. 

A minute later, a familiar voice inside told him everything he needed to know.

Time to go.

Stepping inside, he found himself face to face with his friend in a casual white hoodie, which he found ridiculous considering the weather.

"What a coincidence." Xavier said, his expressive eyes saying more than words could.

She explained to him animatedly that Xavier was stopping by to drop off a video game for her to try, in turn explained to Xavier Jeremiah’s reason for stopping by.

“I didn’t know we all had the same day off. We should do something!”

"Actually," Xavier said with a nod towards him, “Jeremiah, I thought you were usually busy with research on Saturdays?" 

Jeremiah drew a breath and went to pick up his backpack off the ground. “Sorry, he’s right! I was about to head out. My plant doctoring was all done anyways. But, you two have fun with that video game!”

“Oh,” She sounded disappointed, but he wasn’t sure if that’s just because she liked doing group activities? He couldn’t imagine why else. "Maybe one of these days you can take a Saturday off and we can all go have a fun night like we did yesterday.” She offered, smiling.

Xavier looked perplexed. ”Fun... night?"

He didn't know.

"Yeah!" She cuts in, excited. “Jeremiah helped me get the limited edition plush I was talking to you about!”

“Did he?” Xavier looked right at his eyes.

… Great.

Jeremiah took a step back, waving as if suddenly in a rush. 

“You really missed out, Xav. You two should go tonight. Anyways… I should really get going. See you!”

She called over to him, waving back, ”Sorry you were busy today. Thanks for stopping by!” Xavier was standing very close to her, a softer expression now.

Just like old times, Jeremiah knew when to take his leave. If merely hearing his voice from the balcony was enough to send Xavier running downstairs, then Jeremiah counted that as an entertaining win. All the more reason to continue teasing.

Despite telling himself this, he couldn't stop feeling a little regretful, if not disappointed. The feeling lingered in his heart as he headed back to his base hidden in the shop to get some work done. If the feeling was only a desire to be with his friends like old times, then he assumed there would be more opportunities in the future. What mattered was her proximity to Xavier. He tried to shrug it off.

If it mattered to see her, he’d have to find opportunities to somehow not be in the way when Xavier was around. The mere thought of it made him roll his eyes to himself on the bus.

[haemosexuality]

memories i have of being a child and a lesbian:

-first week of 3rd grade, i walked in class and thought "ok i need to pick a boy to have a crush on this year". i thought that was just what you did. picked one bc i thought he had a cool haircut, proceeded to never have a conversation w him

-thinking "girls are naturally so much prettier than boys. this is common knowledge"

-being really jealous of the Cool Girl in my 4th grade class that was One Of The Boys. she played football with them. she sat really relaxed in chairs. she doesnt care about being pretty. isnt that just so cool? starts consciously trying to imitate her. also, even before that i always made sure to INSIST that my favorite color was blue and i did NOT like pink!!!!

-playing barbies with my cool, older cousin (she mustve been like 11? 12? i was around 8). her barbie was a mess because she had just broken up with her other barbie. i was confused. she explained to me what lesbians were (i knew men could be gay, but not women). immediately after that every single doll i had was a lesbian in a relationship. after figuring that it was probably a bit weird i was so obsessed with making my dolls lesbians, i came to the conclusion i would "probably like girls when i grow up". decided to tell my other, deeply religious cousin about this. she went "WHAT" and i went "HAHA JUST KIDDING IT WAS A JOKE" and never thought about it again

-a year later me and the deeply religious cousin were making ever after high dolls fuck. i was the one that came up w that idea (i also didnt know women could have sex at that point, i thought i had invented lesbian sex) and this haunted me for years bc i thought that that cousin had become homophobic after we grew up. recently found out shes also gay, good for her

-being just Really obsessed with marceline from adventure time for some reason. whenever i saw her on tv my heart would beat really really fast. wonder whats up w that 🤔

-being grounded for like, 5 months when i was 10 because my mom found out i was watching youtube videos from a lesbian couple. and also some videos with sex jokes. i wish i remembered that the lesbians channel was so bad

-i also watched lubatv. hes a brazilian youtuber famous for being openly gay. he introduced me to the concept of shipping, because ppl shipped him with another youtuber, t3ddy. he (plus facebook, and the cool older cousin from before) also introduced me to social activism

-asking permission from my parents to put a rainbow filter on my facebook pfp, in support of gay people. i thought i was such a good straight ally. i dont remember what happened but i think something negative mustve bc a lot of ppl were doing that in 2015. wait fuck now that i think about it that mightve actually been in 2016 because of pulse

- (we are still in 2015 im still 10) watching clips from Steven Universe Season 1 Episode 53 Jailbreak on youtube. they were (badly) subtitled bc i didnt speak english yet. i was absolutely shocked and could not believe they would show two girls kissing in a childrens cartoons, not bc i thought that was bad but bc i was like. would cartoon network really allow this??? i proceed to memorize the entire episode (again i didnt even speak english. and i watched it so many times i memorized it anyways lmao)

-being 11, and having my friend introduce to me this cool new thing she had found online, "fanfics". she linked me a college au fanfic of marceline and bubblegum from adventure time. it had a fade to black implied sex scene. i was hypnotized

-i was a very anxious child and every morning before getting to school i would prepare step-by-step what i would do when entering class. one day my internal monologue went "walk in, say good morning to teacher, kiss [previously mentioned girl best friend] on the mouth, say hello to- wait. where did that come from". start wondering if i was really Just A Really Good Straight Ally

-few days later, me and my friend group were discussing gay people. one of them asked "like i wonder if any of us are gonna be gay?". i thought for about 2.5 seconds and said "i think im bi", being the first one on my class to come out. they were all p chill ab it. i am not bi but its the thought that counts

-cutting off 30 inches of my really long hair and shaving one side at 11. my dad was mad at me for a week and he told me "i dont understand why you did this. you're looking like a dyke". originally i had planned to cut all of it really short "boy style" but the hairstylist insisted on at the very least letting half of it be longer. i did think half shaved hair was Cool so i was fine with that

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Hello!

Let's go for some design asks…

Stillness, Wardrobe and Change, for Kala, Lilian, June and Ari! :3

[ask game]

Hiya, thanks for the ask! :D

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Kala: She's very still! It's a learned stillness, but even after coming to the surface it's something that stays with her. She doesn't fidget or shift much at all apart from the occasional stretch or repositioning, especially if she's wearing any sort of armour that would be loud when moving. Very practical for bird watching, she's found.

Lilian: Not super fidgety, but will do little stretches and roll her shoulders when still for a longer time. Cross/uncross her arms or tap her foot maybe. Will shift her weight onto her good leg if standing for long. Something she'll habitually do now and then is swishing back her hair or combing it aside with her fingers.

June: Very fidgety. Will tap her foot or finger, rock back and forth, readjust her position, all those sorts of things. She also has a habit of picking at scabs or pimples absentmindedly, or fiddling with a strand of hair. Even when forced to wear something specific for presentation purposes she tries to get something as unrestrictive as possible; she haaates when her movement gets restricted.

Ari: Fairly still, except if he is wearing something that is notably uncomfortable or has Icky Texture. Then he will involuntarily shift and tense every so often even though he tries to suppress it. His stance isn't influenced by clothing as much as it is by situation; he has a tendency to hunch down, but depending on the circumstances he will deliberately stand up very straight. Also often with his hands behind his back. Has a habit of rubbing his palm(s), and if he is outside, checking and possibly readjusting his garments. If he is sitting and focused or in thought he'll often tap the bottom of his chin or stroke the rim of his ear back and forth.

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Kala: Starts with very little clothing and a reluctance of buying new things, but comes to like having a small assortment to pick from. Still not that much, but enough to have a pick for different occasions and moods. Is very careful with her clothes so they last a long time, and will wear them for as long as she physically can. And she does repair them! Not super pretty, but enough to make them functional again.

Lilian: Likes having backups and a small assortment that she can pick from, but otherwise doesn't care much about having a big wardrobe. She too takes good care of her clothes and makes them last as long as she can.

June: Enjoys having a big wardrobe with very different types and styles of clothes to switch between, and especially after being so restricted in the circle she does not miss the chance to stock up on cool clothes once she has the chance to. Very bad at mending, but doesn't matter, she'll just wear them torn.

Ari: As Inquisitor he puts effort into having all sorts of different outfits for different occasions, but honestly if it were for him he'd have a full wardrobe full of multiple copies of the same clothes lol. Once he's found something he likes he's perfectly happy wearing the same thing all the time.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Kala: The most significant one to her is probably growing out her facial hair, but refusing to let her hair grow long after going to the surface. I always think of hair & beards to have a lot of significance in Dwarven society, so both of those were "fuck you" moves at different times that she also kept because she liked them on her. She also started wearing much more colourful and technically-impractical clothing once she had the chance.

Lilian: Wearing the kaddis paint very deliberately after being appointed champion was an important decision to her. It's provocative and symbolic and becomes a trademark, so i think it counts even if it's not technically that drastic from a visual standpoint.

June: Nothing super drastic, i think? Except her hair changed colour! That was the anchor's fault <3 She wasn't fond of it at first but has come to like it a lot.

Ari: He rarely wears visibly Qunari clothes after becoming inquisitor, at least not publicly. Has no energy to provoke the public any more than necessary. Also started shaving his head at some point but idk yet when or why lol. Did it at some point and decided he liked it and kept doing it since.

[batmanego]

https://www.tumblr.com/janemorris/729013196299567104 can we go full supermarket sweep on jailbird im sso hungry

Yes. We can. but im putting it under a cut because its going to be so long + im taking out the questions i already did

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

THE HAIR. jailbird's hair is a defining feature. i actually made a little list of jailbird's most prominent features recently.

i still think the hair is probably his most defining feature, though it's pretty similar to glory's. i still think their silhouettes are distinct, though -- glory's hair is more coily, jb's is a little looser.

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

still got baby fat. when he grows up, it's a little more angular, especially in the chin area, but he's always kind of got soft cheeks. he's got kind of a perma-scowl going on most of the time. when he does smile it's usually kind of malicious in nature. he has braces.

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

skinny. skiiiiiiinny. jailbird isn't really malnourished, though he could probably stand to eat a little better, but he is scrawny. very gangly. every time i draw him i think his proportions lead people to believe he's much taller than he actually is: at the start of the story, he's about 5'1, and by the end he's about 5'4. in the epilogue, his adult height is roughly 5'7. his civvy clothing is intentionally pretty baggy and layered to give the impression of more meat on his bones.

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

jailbird is extremely flexible. think somewhere between a contortionist and a gymnast. he tends to move very quickly and always seems like he's in a hurry.

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

jailbird is actually very good at sitting still. he has no problems with it. he can sit unmoving for as long as it takes, but only if he's doing it of his own volition. if you ask him to sit still, he gets huffy about it.

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

jailbird has his ears pierced. i'm struggling to think of any tattoos he might want as an adult. he gets a WHOLE LOT OF SCARS during his time as a supervillain, the most notable of which is A MASSIVE SCAR ON HIS ABDOMENT from when he gets impaled on his own harpoon. Best birthday ever!

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

silk pajama set. monogrammed. Actually im laughing really hard at the image of him getting them monogrammed with "JV" because thats probably not what his "actual" initials are

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

i've noted this in his character sheet:

generally, any t-shirt over any turtleneck, bonus points if red yellow black and white. this is really consistent in most if not all art of him.

you can even see it in haircut! red outline is apron, blue is shirt, green is turtleneck.

as a fun design note, the school colors were intentionally chosen to oppose he and eugene's natural red motifs. something about institutional repression of individualism... i can't remember my exact justification for it, but i know it was something like that.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

jailbird's not a huge fan of fancy events. he gets dragged to them sometimes but otherwise wants to avoid the public eye. i'd say the most you'll get him in aside from his school uniform is a t-shirt, slacks, and a blazer.

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

he's wearing it in haircut:

bunny socks are a feature that i outlined kind of as a joke while drafting haircut, but i liked the idea so much that they stuck around. anyway, it's his usual upper half with a pair of sweatpants or just loose cotton pants.

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

depends on the season. most of the time he'll forgo it. in the winter he gets what he's wearing in this picture:

(he's the one in the middle complaining.) he gets cold easily.

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

combat boots or converse sneakers. when in costume he has those big knee high platforms. scary!

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

jailbird doesn't really travel that much! if he did, he'd way overpack and use the most expensive equipment known to man. it would piss everyone off.

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

jailbird has padding under his suit. it's supposed to be at least somewhat bulletproof, though that's only on the chest and head. he learns after the "harpoon to the gut" incident why full body armor is likely a good idea. he also has elbow pads and the mask functions as a helmet.

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

oh yes. Ohhh yes. one of my favorite jailbird gimmicks is his bottomless pouches -- he can store almost anything that will fit through the opening in them. however, he has only a rudimentary ability to control what he pulls out. the more he uses an item, the easier it is to find which is why his harpoon gun is easy and why it fits -- it's huge, but it's relatively narrow and can fit into the biggest pouch on his side, and it's his favorite weapon, so it's no problem.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

not really? he's sort of loosely inspired by mall goth fashion, but that's more to do with color schemes than anything else. if i had to assign an actual aesthetic to specifically his way of dress, i guess it would be skater culture. which is funny, because he's not the skater of the team! eugene is! and eugene's aesthetics are based more on grunge and punk!

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

jailbird prefers his clothing to be baggier and looser. his costume is built for agility and speed, so he's willing to sacrifice comfort for function. his mental state is also in a pretty different place when it comes to civs vs costume.

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

pretty big. i don't think jailbird buys new clothes very often, and he's really good at sewing and repairs. i think the only thing he probably has to get taken in or buy replacements of are his shoes. everything else he can usually fix on his own.

makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it?

yes, all the time. jailbird always has some level of black eyeliner and eyeshadow on. it's heavier in costume, blacking out the space around his eyes, but he wears it all the time. he just likes the way it looks.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

the magen david eugene gives him quickly becomes very important to him. aside from that, it's his fingerless gloves. never seen without them.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

nope. not really, at least. in the epilogue, he's old enough to grow facial hair, and he starts wearing short sleeves. and grows his hair out some. but he's still the same old jailbird. he feels neutrally about it.

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

i've mentioned before the concept of the vey in tremont, which are a type of superhero predestined to die a violent, brutal death usually as a result of their own powers or hubris. when initially writing the basic concepts of new blood, especially for the characters, i considered making jailbird vey, and then decided against it for a number of reasons (mostly because i felt that in jailbird's case, it would lean too heavily into capital punishment), but it's sort of stuck with me ever since. i think it would be a lot of the same, except as soon as jailbird realized he was vey, he would construct and detonate a nuclear bomb.

if i had to put him in any other genre, i think he'd be funny in high fantasy. specifically in any kind of dnd setting. oh man. he'd be the world's most annoying warlock.

while i was typing this, you sent me this message:

and i need it to be known that he would absolutely be like that chris fleming bit about how the stranger things cast are going to convince jimmy fallon to deface an orphanage.

[itcamefromthetoybox]

DOLLLLLLS IN SPAAAAAAACE!!!

So continuing from last week’s review, we’re going to keep up our review on Barbie dolls. Why? Because the upcoming movie looks so great, so this is how I’m handling my enthusiasm, so I don’t talk my wife’s ear off! This week, we’re looking at one of my personal favorite dolls from the franchise, “Space Discovery Astronaut Barbie!”

The “Space Discovery” line, as you can probably guess from the name, is a line of Barbie products focusing on space. You’ve got space stations, small space ship playsets for child dolls to play in, and even science classrooms focusing on space. That’s a lot of space stuff, and as someone who loves him some space toys, I am thrilled!

The doll we’re looking at today, Astronaut Barbie, comes in two varieties: white Barbie and black Barbie. Both dolls come with the same outfit and accessories, and they both have the same levels of articulation, so let’s dive in!

Each doll is posed standing at attention, with slight bends in their arms. They’ve got the standard Barbie articulation: moving arms and legs, and ball-joint necks. So pretty much what you’d expect from a Barbie doll.

You would not believe how hard it was to get a picture without massive amounts of glare on the helmets.

The dolls have the standard Barbie bodies, like you’d expect. There is one big thing to note here, though. Normally, people think of Barbies as having big arches in their feet, like they’re wearing eternal high heels. In fact, one of the big scenes from the first Barbie trailer puts focus on Barbie’s foot having that arch, and a later trailer makes a big deal out of Barbie no longer having that arch. So considering how much I’ve been talking about the arch in Barbie’s foot, you can probably guess what I’m about to say: “Barbie has no foot arch.” Well, you’d be wrong. What I’m actually gonna say is that the arch, which still present, is slighter than what people would expect. 

That annoying moment when you misplace your shoe before work.

This is actually the case with a lot of modern day Barbie dolls. The reason is so your Barbie can wear different shoes and outfits without having to do a different leg mold for each Barbie. While some dolls do have the classic high arch and others have completely different leg designs, this lower arch is actually more common in modern day dolls. So if you haven’t bought the dolls for ages, this could be something useful to know. It also means you can grab most dolls and expect the different outfits sold separately to fit just fine.

The black and white Barbies do have different heads and hair textures/haircuts, which is great. The main thing I want to talk about here is the hair texture. The black doll has softer, curly hair, while the white Barbie has stiffer, straight hair. It’s a huge difference in texture, and leads to one of my few issues with Astronaut Barbie. The blonde hair feels like straw. It’s stiff and dry to the touch, like someone used way too much bleach for too long.

Barbies pose for their company photo IDs.

Now, let’s talk outfits. Astronaut Barbie wears a smooth spacesuit with a very nice amount of detailing on them. I love how the suits look and feel. They’re shiny, smooth to the touch, and covered with detailing that really adds to the look without being too much. It’s the right amount of detailing. The suits also have space program logos on the chests, which is a really nice touch.

Astronaut Barbie has a pair of large, plastic gloves and boots. The gloves have slits down the back to make it easier to put them on Barbie and to let them better go over the sleeves of the space suits, but the slits don’t close all the way and some of the sleeves can stick out of the slits as a result of this. The boots are very thick, which I really like, and even fit under the suit legs. Getting them on and off is a challenge because they are very stiff, which can be a little bit of a pain, but I do love the boots. They have a lot of sculpted details, which look really great will definitely excite kids. Also, the boots are treaded on the bottoms, which helps the doll stand on her own without the need for a stand.

Barbie also comes with a space helmet that’s made of two pieces that clip together over the doll’s head. The helmet looks great, but it also brings us to the second issue I have with the doll. The helmet doesn’t fit tightly over the doll’s head, so it’s loose and flops around. The other issue is from how the helmet clips together. Since the dolls have hair, the hair can get caught in the helmet and stick out of the top and sides. It can take a good amount of fiddling to get the hair completely in the helmet.

Barbie comes with four accessories: a small flag and three astronaut ice cream sandwiches. The flag has a little clip on it that lets Barbie hold it in her hand, but it can be a bit of a challenge to fit the clip on the gloves. I often just wedge it onto the glove’s thumb and hope it doesn’t fall off. 

We claim the moon in the name of the Barbie Empire!

The astronaut ice cream sandwiches actually bring us to my third and final complaint: Barbie has no way to hold those at all, so you’re probably gonna lose them like I did. That’s a shame, because astronaut ice cream is one of my favorite things ever. I would kill for an astronaut ice cream sandwich right now, in fact. So delicious.

Behold, one of humanity’s greatest achievements!

“Space Discovery Astronaut Barbie” goes for about $17 and can be found at most retailers. She’s recommended for ages 3+, but do keep in mind that both versions of the doll come with very small accessories that can fit in the throats and noses of both kids and very dumb adults, so use your best judgement there. Would I recommend this toy? Absolutely. Space is freaking awesome, and the idea of a Barbie that explores space is really awesome. I feel like this doll and the theme itself is one that everyone, kids and adults alike, would love. Definitely don’t be afraid to grab this doll. Next week, we’ll be looking at a more collector-aimed doll as we continue our look at Barbie. So come back and take a look at what’s happening! This is JS signing off and wishing you Happy Toy Hunting!

[americangirlstar]

Debated whether or not to make this a full post because it really doesn’t fucking matter and I’m happy we got illustrations at all but at the same time I wanted to do an analysis on my fav minor characters so why not.

So like. I definitely think Maryellen, Melody and Nanea’s illustrations were rushed out. It’s probably obvious with how fast AG went from “no illustrations” to “ok fine you can have them but they have to be abridged” but like. there’s minor details that are like. obviously inconsistent. Like for example, Maryellen’s friends.

In the portrait vignettes, we see Karen, Karen and Angela– we can assume that the Karen in yellow is Karen Stohlman, who is described as having long hair, and the Karen in blue is Karen King, who was described as having a “round, freckly face.” The one with slightly darker skin and black hair is Angela definitely, as she has the braids Angela is described with.

However like. You can clearly see the little differences. Karen’s hair is a bit shorter in the vignettes, and she has a part on the left side of her head as opposed to the center in the full illustration. Angela is given bangs and braid loops rather than twintails (and her hair is a bit more brown than black in the second pic), and Karen King is given a completely different hairstyle. In the first, she has short bangs and her hair is slightly lifted and wavy. In the full illustration, she has very curly hair cut short and a center part with no bangs.

(Personally, I like the second pic better. Maryellen wanted bangs in order to stand out, and having two of her three gfs already with bangs would kinda negate that)

There's also a few lil inconsistencies in Melody's books– she probably has the most accurate translation but for instance, in the second book they accidentally give Val bangs in a vignette when she doesn't have any.

Also this one is very minor but Yvonne is illustrated with straight hair in the vignettes even in the second book, when just a chapter or so into the first book she makes a statement out of letting her hair go natural. She is drawn with natural hair in the painted illustrations and it's quite likely that they intended her sibling picture to be a photo taken before the events of the book but like. idk

Then there's Lily and Dixie in Nanea's books, who are consistent in the illustrations but not in the text.

Lily is illustrated with short hair, a center part and no bangs. However, on page 74 of Legend of the Shark Goddess (chapter 7), it says "Only Lily stood beside her now, staring shyly at the sailor from beneath her shiny black bangs." Lily was illustrated without bangs, then, despite it being pretty common in the 40s. This really could have been an oversight of the illustrator not reading the mystery, which is likely, but Dixie's is... strange. She was described specifically in her first appearance as having a pageboy haircut, which is basically an overgrown bowlcut, so she should have very short hair and bangs. Instead, they give her more of a medium-length and no bangs. Does this illustrator have smth against bangs??? It's cute, but it's not Dixie.