#100 Grand Fun Sized Bar

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This is part 4 of the Target Halloween Nut and Rice Lovers Chocolate Mix and these are more images.

[thepupperino]

Hiiii, Keely! It’s been a while since I’ve found myself in the inbox of my mutuals with a thoughtful question about our boys. However, we’re preparing for the hurricane down this way and I’m looking for something to keep me occupied — like talking to all of my beautiful lovely friends!!

So what I want to discuss today is the love language of our boys. What love language(s) do you think they each excel at and which one(s) do they struggle with the most? Do you think their love language(s) have changed since the beginning? Do you think they still excel or struggle with a certain one(s)?

I would also like to pick your brain on your thoughts of how they protect one another — how they protect one another physically, how they protect one another’s peace, how they protect each other mentally, etc! 🩵

— Much love, Chey

Hi I almost accidentally deleted this instead of answering and my life flashed before my eyes

Anyway THANK YOU for asking this was very fun 😈

So I feel like it’s pretty universally believed that Mickey’s a big acts of service guy, but…can I be honest? I know the man loves a grand gesture, but I think that’s different than acts of service. Honestly the grand gestures almost feel like gift giving to me? Plus I love believing that Mickey grabs a Kind bar for Ian every time he stops at a gas station. I don’t know, especially growing up poor, it changes the way you think about material possessions, and I think he’d want to give everything he can to Ian

I think Mickey probably struggles with words of affirmation—at least receiving it. Like he’s probably more comfortable with it now, but I think for a long time he felt weird about Ian saying nice things to him and was pretty dismissive of any compliments

I 100% believe Ian is a physical touch man—he’s ALWAYS touching Mickey (hand on knee my beloved). I think he just loves being close to him. Plus obviously their sex life has always been…fulfilling and Ian was down bad from the start so I think that plays into it

I also love thinking of him as a words of affirmation guy because I really latch onto the fact that he tested out of English so I KNOW he’s good with words and I know he writes the cutest, sweetest little cards for Mickey on his birthday or their anniversary

Hmm what does Ian struggle with…? Ironically I think he might be a little resistant to gift giving because I think he’s the saver in the relationship, so Mickey keeps getting him these little “I’m thinking of you” gifts and Ian’s like stressing about rent (but also he loves it because that’s his HUSBAND and he’s thinking about him 🥹)

And I don’t know if love languages have changed since the beginning per se, but they’ve obviously both become more comfortable with expressions of love throughout their relationship and I’m having a lot of feelings about that

PROTECTION?! Well physically they will literally kill for each other if push comes to shove I am very confident in that. For some reason I like to think that Ian always tries to walk closer to the road so Mickey won’t get hit if a car swerves or something and Mickey thinks he’s dumb but lets him do it anyway. And Mickey wants to be facing the door on dates and stuff so he can size people up and assess any threats

Protecting each other’s peace I think they’re both willing to be the bad guy if they need an out. Like if Ian just can’t handle being around his family for some reason, Mickey’s like “tell ‘em I’m not in the mood”

MENTALLY I have a lot of feelings 😭 obviously canonically Mickey is great with Ian’s bipolar (we pretend Hall of Shame doesn’t exist) and I think that continues and grows (“I gotta worry, you’re my husband” my beloved). I think he’s VERY aware of potential triggers and warning signs and I think he’s supportive AND gives Ian space when he needs it because he likes his autonomy and independence

I think Mickey has a lot of unresolved trauma and I’m not like his therapist or anything but I’d want to assess for PTSD and generally unhelpful cognitions, and I love the idea that he goes to therapy some day (honestly I’d love if they both did), but I think Ian is really good at holding space for him to share what he’s thinking about AND I think he’s eventually willing to do that

Anyway I hope that answered your questions and PLEASE feel free to send me more, I love thinking about them

[habib365]

Party Rentals in Northern Virginia: A Guide to Hosting Memorable Events

Organizing a party rental can be an exciting yet challenging task, especially when trying to create a unique and enjoyable experience. In Northern Virginia, a region known for its vibrant communities and scenic beauty, party rentals have become a popular solution for hosts seeking to elevate their events. From tents and tables to fun extras like inflatables and photo booths, rental services offer flexibility, creativity, and convenience. This guide will explore the essentials of party rentals in Northern Virginia, from rental options and pricing to key planning considerations.

1. Types of Party Rentals Available

Party rental companies in Northern Virginia provide a diverse range of products to suit all kinds of events—whether it’s a birthday, wedding, corporate gathering, or festival. Key rental categories include:

Tents and Canopies: Tents offer weather protection and create a designated event space. Options include frame tents, pole tents, and pop-up canopies, with sizes that can accommodate intimate gatherings or large crowds. Many companies offer customizable tent setups, complete with sidewalls, lighting, and flooring.

Tables and Chairs: Essential for comfort and functionality, tables and chairs come in various styles to match different themes. Whether it’s rustic wood tables for a wedding, high-top tables for a cocktail event, or kid-friendly tables for a birthday party, rental companies have options for every need.

Decor and Linens: Renting linens, centerpieces, and decor items like lighting or arches can add a touch of elegance to an event. Many companies offer full event styling, ensuring that everything aligns with your theme or color scheme.

Food and Beverage Equipment: Catering for a crowd can require additional supplies like chafing dishes, bar setups, coffee dispensers, and even ice cream machines. Some companies also offer food and drink stations for more interactive experiences.

Entertainment Add-ons: For added excitement, rentals can include inflatables, photo booths, sound systems, and even carnival games. These items are particularly popular for family events, school gatherings, and community festivals.

2. Cost Factors and Pricing

The cost of renting party supplies in Northern Virginia can vary based on several factors, including the event’s size, rental duration, and specific items chosen. Here’s a breakdown of general pricing considerations:

Tents and Structures: Tent rentals can range from $200 for smaller pop-up options to $2,000 or more for large tents with amenities like heating, cooling, and lighting.

Tables and Chairs: Table rentals often start around $10 each, with chair rentals starting at $2 per chair. Premium options like Chiavari chairs or rustic farm tables can be higher.

Decor and Linens: Linens typically cost between $10 and $25 per table, while decor items like lighting may range from $50 to $300 depending on the complexity.

Entertainment Equipment: Photo booths and sound systems can range from $150 to $500 or more, depending on the package. Inflatables, popular for kids’ events, may cost $100 to $300 each.

3. Popular Rental Companies in Northern Virginia

Several well-established companies cater to Northern Virginia’s party rental needs:

A Grand Event Party Rentals: Known for its wide selection of tents, tables, and decor, A Grand Event has earned a reputation for quality and reliability. They offer delivery, setup, and pickup services, which are particularly useful for larger events.

Sammy’s Rental Inc.: Sammy’s Rental provides everything from linens and furniture to tent rentals and inflatables. They are a good choice for budget-friendly packages and a wide variety of event rentals.

DC Rental: With a focus on upscale rentals, DC Rental specializes in providing unique, high-quality furniture, tableware, and decor, catering to weddings and corporate events.

Nova Events and Rentals: This local business has an extensive catalog of party equipment and decor. Known for its customer service and attention to detail, Nova Events is ideal for clients looking for a personalized experience.

4. Important Considerations When Renting Party Supplies

To make the rental process smooth and stress-free, keep these tips in mind:

Book in Advance: Popular rental items, particularly tents and decor, tend to book quickly, especially during wedding season or holiday weekends. Booking early secures availability and gives you time to make adjustments.

Check for Delivery and Setup Services: Many rental companies offer delivery and setup services for an additional fee. This can save you time and effort, especially for larger or more complex items.

Consider Venue Restrictions: Some venues have specific requirements for tents, inflatables, or sound equipment. Before renting, check if your venue has any restrictions on setup, electricity, or noise levels.

Weather Preparation: If hosting an outdoor event, plan for contingencies such as rain or extreme heat. Many rental companies offer tent sides, heaters, and fans to accommodate various weather conditions.

Ensure Proper Cleanup: Rental agreements may require items to be returned in their original condition. Some companies charge cleaning fees if items are heavily soiled, so it’s wise to account for cleanup in your event planning.

5. Benefits of Renting Party Equipment

Renting party equipment offers several advantages, especially in Northern Virginia where event sizes and types vary widely. Some key benefits include:

Cost Savings: Buying all the equipment needed for a large event can be costly. Rentals allow hosts to access high-quality items at a fraction of the purchase price.

Flexibility and Variety: Rentals give you the freedom to change themes or styles without committing to permanent purchases. This is particularly helpful if you host events with different aesthetics or guest needs.

Convenience and Reliability: Rental companies handle logistics like delivery, setup, and takedown, allowing you to focus on other aspects of event planning.

Final Thoughts about Party Rental

Whether you’re planning an intimate gathering or a large celebration, Northern Virginia’s rental services can help you bring your vision to life. With options for all budgets and themes, these companies simplify the planning process, allowing hosts to enjoy the event as much as their guests. By booking in advance, communicating clearly with rental providers, and planning for contingencies, you can create a memorable and stress-free party that reflects the beauty and vibrancy of Northern Virginia.

[less2stay]

Ocean View Family Vacation Condo Rental in Myrtle Beach

Less2Stay understands the needs of its guests, offering an oversize parking lot to accommodate large vehicles and bike parking. The recently remodeled fitness center, conveniently located in your building, allows you to stay active even during your vacation. From over 100 golf courses to thrilling para-sailing, live shows, zip lines, water parks, and aquariums, there's something for everyone. Indulge in world-famous dinners and savor exquisite seafood, making your vacation a culinary adventure. Less2Stay believes in providing a seamless and affordable vacation experience to families. Say goodbye to extra costs with no resort fees, booking fees, or traveler fees. Your getaway should be about creating memories, not worrying about hidden expenses. Less2Stay's family vacation condo rentals Myrtle Beach at the breathtaking Bay Watch Resort in the heart of North Myrtle Beach offer exquisite vacation escape nestled in Tower-3 on the quiet seventh floor, offering tranquility and stunning view. The condo, designed for comfort and convenience, features a king-size bed in the bedroom area and a new futon sleeper sofa in the living area, ensuring a restful night's sleep for up to four guests.

Step onto your private balcony and soak in the panoramic beauty of the Atlantic Ocean. The Myrtle Beach condo with all amenities provides a partial ocean view, allowing you to relish the sights and sounds of the sea right from the comfort of your own space. Bay Watch Resort takes your vacation experience to the next level with a myriad of amenities. Dive into relaxation with 18 pools, lazy rivers, and spas, boasting the largest pool deck on the Grand Strand. It's the only resort where the beach is illuminated at night, creating a magical atmosphere for evening strolls. The resort's gift shop even offers ice cream for a sweet treat. With an oversized parking lot, lockable bike rack, and a recently remodeled fitness center, Bay Watch Resort has everything you need for an unforgettable stay.

Accommodations with Less2Stays are equipped with a new smart TV, cable, and premium stations. Some of the amenities include free Wi-Fi, indoor pool, exercise room, tiki pool bar, fully equipped gourmet kitchen, and more, enjoy some old-fashioned fun with board games provided. The condo is so well stocked that you won't even need to worry about bringing a toothbrush. Escape the winter blues and embrace the warmth and beauty of Myrtle Beach. Less2Stay's long-term winter rental condo at Bay Watch Resort offers the perfect blend of comfort, convenience, and affordability. Book your stay today and make this winter a season to remember.

[alice-is-shrinking]

sweet tooth strikes again -.- someone needs to tape my mouth shut so i don't just grab the random candy that's at the front desk T^T

breakfast: 0 cals

lunch: 180 cals

- 1 tbs mozzarella (20 cals), 1 whole wheat carb balance tortilla (45 cals), 2 chicken nuggets (110 cals), 1 tbs green sauce (5 cals), and 1 Diet Dr. Pepper (0 cals)

dinner: 0 cals

snacks: 160 cals

- 3 Pica Fresas (60 cals), and 1 fun size 1000 Grand bar (100 cals)

total: 340 cals

[lunaastoir]

how i think a meeting between childe and kaeya would go down

just some wannabe pirate and war criminal brain rot!!! this idea has been stuck in my mind for WEEKS and i just needed to get it down so i could breathe thanks aifjskfj 

also sorry if someone has already done this!! i did not check the tags or anything to see if a similar idea was posted but here’s just my take on it!! weewoo had to throw out a disclaimer just in case 

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so the only way i could ever truly imagine them meeting is if you’re hanging out w one of them and suddenly woAH HEY CHILDE FANCY SEEING YOU HERE???

like i don’t see them meeting on their own unless kaeya a) travels to snezhnaya/visits liyue for some reason or b) childe comes to mondstadt on fatui business

but anYWAYS- i digress,,, let’s say a chance meeting happened between the two (pls mihoyo make this happen i am BEGGING) 

so you’re just walking around mondstadt after completing your commissions w paimon yapping abt trying out the new dish at good hunter (i wonder if it’s called emergency food)

you run into kaeya as you’re making your way over to said restaurant  

pirate boy was patrolling since he’s a knight and even tho i clown him out of love he does take his job very seriously 

so you bump into him and the smooth mf says smthg like 

“fancy meeting you here, it’s almost like we’re destined ;)” 

pls smack him thanks <3 

you roll your eyes and you can practically fEEL paimon’s glare 

so y’all get caught up in conversation and just end up walking around town (w promises to paimon that you will treat her to some good food later) 

kaeya’s retelling something that happened earlier in the day w klee i had to include her i love her sm pls 

and then you just hear a 

“huh if it isn’t mondstadt’s honorary knight” 

dEAR GOD you would know that voice anywhere- JDSJFS 

so many questions??? are running through your head??? as you turn around???? 

first and foremost being ayO childe what are you doing here???

his hand is held up in a wave and he has his trademark soft smirk playing on his lips pls im gonna wring his pretty little neck lovingly

he makes his way over to you and you guys just kinda stare at each other for a good second 

paimon breaks the silence w her scream of “chILDE???” 

that snaps you out of it and you give him a questioning look while waving back (very delayed might i add) 

“it’s good to see you too paimon” he laughs

he briefly explains that he’s here on fatui business and relax he’s not here to cause any trouble yet

this is basically when kaeya cuts in 

knowing the both of them they were definitely sizing each other up when pleasantries were exchanged

also kaeya (being the cavalry captain) is DEFINITELY aware that childe is in mondstadt especially since he’s a harbinger - it’s not like he can be quiet abt it 💀

assuming that they haven’t had a chance to meet tho since i mini headcanon that jean would probably have been the one to escort him and his underlings to the goth grand hotel, there would just be some intense eye contact

both men are v prone to putting up a friendly demeanor while having the ability to practically slice you apart w sweet threats and razor sharp looks 

kaeya would take the initiative and say smthg like

“i dont believe we’ve met - i’m kaeya of the knights of favonius” 

childe would shake his hand and out of propriety introduce himself too 

now here’s where things could get a touch complicated 

as fatui harbinger to cavalry captain, obviously there’s some animosity (hidden ofc under sweet words of deceit and sugar coated phrases of diplomacy) 

however, as just kaeya and childe, i think these two would hit it off pretty quickly LMFAO 

they remind me a lot of oikawa and atsumu from haikyuu if you’ve ever watched it 🕴 same exact vibes 

there would be the formalities in the beginning before childe’s playful nature would come through 

kaeya seeing that you two knew each other and were quite amicable ahem even if he did try to kill us would join in w his own smooth nature 

expect lots of cringe worthy moments and just jokes™

childe would probs say something like 

“i’ve heard mondstadt is famous for it’s wine, i would like to try some and see just how good it really is” and BOOM it’s over for you

you thought they needed you to keep it amicable???

naH now you’re just third wheeling bestie💀

100% inseparable and now drinking buddies at the end of the night 

their natures just FIT like you thought dealing w them alone was bad??? BYE you’re in for a treat then 

enDLESS TEASING!!! it!! will!! not!! stop!!! 

they just team up to make sure you’re either flustered or ready to wring their gorgeous necks 

they would probs end up being spar buddies too 

childe would casually bring up the fact that he likes to fight and would maybe p o s s i b l y like to spar especially w someone in the famed knights of favonius 

kaeya would agree and BOP BOP sparring buddies 

but in conclusion!!! to this very unnecessarily long post!! kaeya and childe would meet as a result of you, they would hit it off bc c’mon they’re so similar it hurts and they’re not following you anymore now you’re following them <3 

a lil bonus scenario bc writing this has been sm fun:

“you’re such a lightweight” kaeya laughed out while his new friend was miserably collapsed on the bar stool next to him. childe looked up from where his head was tucked into his arms and raised an eyebrow. “is that a challenge captain?” he huffed out, his usually clear ocean blue eyes now dilated with the effects of the wine. “you shouldn’t have ordered hardcore alcohol as your first sample of mondstadt wine. that’s a rookie mistake” kaeya remarked while amusedly staring at his companion’s deconstructed state. “yeah well, honestly i think i can still take a couple more drinks. probably more than you anyway” childe retorted. his flushed cheeks however, told another tale altogether. kaeya smirked, a competitor huh? “i wouldn’t expect anything less from a fatui harbinger” were his words and with that, two more drinks were waved over by the cavalry captain.  

needless to say, an hour later, two extremely drunk, flushed men stumbled out of angel’s share, all the while giggling about gloves of all things. it’s safe to assume that they were both kicked out, if the ten drinks they had ordered were of any significance. as they help each other up while making their way onto the streets of mondstadt, they leave behind a bill fit for a feast, and a night that they will certainly remember (especially due to the nasty hangovers they will inevitably wake up to the following morning). 

[ame-maji]

DAIRY QUEEN

Last week, Dairy Queen opened its very first branch here in Seoul, and on Saturday they had their grand opening. As part of that grand opening they ran a very special promotion where the first 100 people in the line would win free Blizzards for a month, and the first 100 people to buy ice cream cakes would win free Fan Set Combos for a year. As a non American I have never eaten Dairy Queen before, in fact I only had a very loose idea of what the place even was, I imagined an ice cream parlour of sorts, a farm or possibly a milk and cheese shop. Usually I absolutely abhor queuing, but for a year’s worth of free food I was prepared to break that rule. So my lack of plans that weekend and lust for free food found me waking up at 6:45 on a Saturday to get there to join the queue. We arrived around 7:15 which was just in time as they had a list of people and at 7:30am it was full. 

After that they turfed us outside into the cold to wait for the store to open at 10am. Honestly this seemed a kind of cool way of doing it, had I known I hadn’t made it on the list I would have headed straight back home to bed. When they handed out the tickets I was the 55th person in line and the 44th person to buy an ice cream cake. By the time we got to ordering it was 10:45 so I invested about 4 hours in to the endeavour, but it really didn’t seem like that long and I had a lot of fun in the queue with my friends and making the video above.

This first store is located in the University neighbourhood of Hyehwa. There is only one reason I have been to Hyehwa before and that is to drink at one of my favourite cocktail bars, Mix & Malt.  The medium sized store, is set over two floors, and has a cool and relaxed vibe. In the next few months they will be opening more branches all over the country, including one in my neighbourhood of Itaewon (now open and right by exit 3), which is when my VIP Fan Deal set card will start paying dividends. The Itaewon location is set to be where Taco bell currently is and will open in December, and will also be running a special grand opening promotion.

On to the food. I decided to use my new Fan Deal set which includes either a cheeseburger or chicken strips, chips, a drink and an ice cream sundae. As I already planned on getting some burgers on top, I went with the chicken strips, plus everyone had gone on about how amazing they are. For burgers I opted for the Crispy Chicken Burger (4,900) Quarterpounder Bacon Cheese Burger (6,800). I’m greedy so I also ordered a portion of onion rings. As you can see it was one hell of a fast food feast. 

I found the beef burger to be very reminiscent of a Burger King Whopper, I found it very tasty at the time, but I was hella hungry after being in that queue for so long, with only a banana to tide me over. The chicken burger was also pretty decent, a very crispy coating and nicely spiced, could have done with a touch more mayo for my tastes, but a solid fast food burger. I had heard good things about the Onion Rings (2,400) through the grapevine but didn’t really care for them, maybe they weren’t freshly cooked but I probably wouldn’t get them again. I’m not really sure what I expected from DQ before going, I thought it might slightly better than the regular fast food places, but I found it to be pretty similar to Burger King.

[bluepoodle7]

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This is part 3 of the Target Halloween Nut and Rice Lovers Chocolate Mix and these are more images.

[gremlin-writes-angst]

Attack on Tuition

An Attack on titian Modern College au

Sorry if it's too American, I’ve only ever lived in America so that’s all I know.

Let’s start off with the main three Eren, Mikasa, and Armin

So in high school, Armin got a job at a Starbucks inside a target, eventually, Mikasa decided that she also needed a job and Armin told her they were hiring at his work so they then worked together, they are often the only two who work during their shifts.

They still have these jobs when they move to a college close to their hometown. By now Armin is a shift manager of Starbucks. And Eren has realized that he needs a job and his friend always talks about their job so he tries to get a job at the same place.

Eren tried his best but he ended up works at target instead of Starbucks in target. He hates that he has to wear red, he thinks it’s a stupid color and that being a target cashier is the worst job.

He spends his break at Starbucks complaining that he doesn't get to work with his friends

Back to Starbuck pair. Armin often works the cash register because he's better around people while Mikasa makes the drinks. Armin actually attracts some people, he's the cute barista at Starbucks that you think likes you back( he doesn't).

Even older women see Armin as the cute barista and try to flirt with him. he plays along for tips and is afraid that if he doesn't they'll Saturn Karen on him. I've actually thought of a small scenario that has 100% happened

Scenario

Older divorcee soccer mom who is also a regular

Armin: Good afternoon Karen, how can I help you today

Karen: Oh I guess it is afternoon Armin, I'll have my regular for the kids, and I'm gonna try something new, any recommendations

Armin: Well of course are you looking for something bitter, sweet or maybe something fruit based

Karen: Definitely something sweet, do you guys have anything that is as sweet as you, I doubt it, your are just too sweet

queue Mikasa rolling her eyes

Armin: oh why thank you, I would suggest the strawberry funnel cake frappuccino

Karen: Well if you’re suggesting it then, of course, I’ll try it.

Mikasa: Armin I don't know how to make that yet

Armin: oh well ill make her order, just finish ringing her up

Karen looks back to the cashier, after checking on her children and getting her credit card out.

Karen: Oh where'd Armin go

Mikasa: He's making your drinks for you. I can finish ringing you up ma’am

Karen: Well you don't have to take that tone with me I was just wondering

Mikasa: *sigh* Sorry ma’am, what size would you like that frappuccino, and will that complete your order

Karen: A grande and Yes that's all for today

Mikasa: Your total is --.-- ( idk)

Karen: that's outrageous, it’s normally less than that

Mikasa: well today you ordered something different

Karen: but I got a small size than normal so it should cost less than normal

Mikasa: well the frappuccino cost more than your regular drink because there more ingredients along with it being a special item

Karen: well it shouldn't be that high

Mikasa: would you like me to edit your order, maybe change the size of something

Karen: no ill just pay for this, and you should smile more and talk nicer, people will like you better that way, like Armin.

Karen pays for her drinks and goes to sit and wait. Mikasa now avoids the cashier job as best as possible.

Moving on to Ymir and Historia

Ymir and Historia went to the same high school.

Ymir’s parents were both military and moved a lot, at the end of 8th grade they moved to a small town, where they stayed for four years/ till Ymir graduated.

This small town was historians home town, and she had never gone far out of the county her town is in.

In high school the two meet and fall in love, becoming high school sweethearts.

in junior (11th grade) year the two already plan to move in together after graduation. But things go amiss when Historia is forced to go to an ivy league college across the country and Ymir, doesn't have the grades or money to follow her.

the two break up and don't stay in touch. It’s too painful for the both of them to only be friends.

Ymir takes a year before going to college, earning money for the future, she applied to as many as she could, and by some fate ended up at the same college as Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Sasha, Reiner, Berthold, and Annie.

She becomes close with these people, and eventually builds a band with 2 of them, as much as she didn't expect or want she was in a band with Eren and Berthold. Ymir is a bass player and singer and she needs at least 1 guitar player along with a drum player, and Berthold was the only person who wasn’t just decent but surprisingly amazing at the drums. While Eren tried to be a drummer thinking it was cooler. But he has no talent as a drummer but when Ymir asked if he already knew how to play an instrument he plainly explained that he plays guitar, and she had him play and as much as she disliked it, he was better than the other guitar players she was looking for.

Also, Mikasa will sometimes help with duets or background vocals. And later on, they meet Annie and she becomes their second guitarist.

storytime

So Ymir’s band has started to grow some fans and historian finds out about this band and watches a video only to find that the leader and singer is her ex. Historia still loves Ymir and now that she knows that there is a way to see her again she had to try. so she researches the band’s upcoming shows, and plans a way to get plain tickets without her parents knowing it’s too visit her ex.

She decides she wants to surprise Ymir so she doesn't tell her.

Historia watches Ymir and her band performs, she’s so enthralled by Ymir and the love that she feels for her. shes doesn't even realize the songs are mostly about her.

At the end of the show, Ymir is sitting at the bar ( not drinking) when a short blonde female approaches her, started flirting. the short blonde isn't Historia but Historia can see and hear this interaction. So when Ymir not so kindly rejects the girls by saying

"I’m not interested girlie"

Historia hears a flirtatious tone behind Ymir’s voice, the same tone that Ymir used to use on her. So Historia doesn't approach her, she just leaves, realizing that she has no claim to Ymir.

the truth is Ymir put no flirtatious tone behind that sentence, her flirtatious tone and serious tone are basically the same, Historia was mistaken.

Ymir only realizes that Historia was at one of her shows a few weeks later when she receives photos ( that were taken of the band and crowd for future posters) and recognizes her ex-girlfriend in the crowd. She is unsure how to feel, she was happy but also disappointed and angry that Historia never approached her

Oh also Jean, Connie, and Sasha all went to the same high school but Connie goes to a fancy private college that's less than an hour away from jean and Sashas collage, jean and Sasha make fun of how he has changed ( he has elbow pads on all his sweaters).

that's it for now and I made a playlist of what I think Ymir’s band sounds likes

Ymir and the Cadets link!!!

[tendous-socks]

one since im watching one piece and i’m a WHORE for ace-

i can’t ge this image out of my head that he would ( after some pleading from you ) bring you along to arabasta to look for ‘ the scorpion ‘ and his brother you’ve heard so much about 🥺

you loved drum, don’t get me wrong but it was S O COLD- but then again you also got to show off your new winter coat so 👁👁

but forgetting that, you’re now excited as you make your way through the dessert with him, the adrenaline keeping you preoccupied while the scorching heat bakes you both alive. but that all ends when the night hits and you’re freezing your ass off.

“ time to put that fire power to use lover boy 😁 “ something you should’ve known by now when you do anything that involves ace. it’s either 0 or 100 if you both do something.

can you see where i’m going with this. y’all accidentally blew up your water supplies :)

“ if there’s a will there’s a way! “

“yeah like a day away! and we’re not gonna last that long with your void of a stomach”

though it’s hard, you both ( barely ) make it to the town

though you both go your separate ways ( he goes to look around for his brother for a bit while you end up shopping for some supplies. you couldn’t help but notice this blonde man with curly eyebrows? what strange people you can find on the grand line.

unfortunately ( or fortunately for him ) he spots you and there’s an immediate love in his eyes. literally goes ❤️👄❤️

it’s not something you’re new to, believe me, so you know exactly how to put him to work for you 😈

“ you want a kiss ? okay! then hold my bags for me while i continue to look for things ‘kayy?”

it’s too easy i swear.

it’s all fun and games as you two are chatting ( mostly him just hitting you up ) when you hear a booming noise. which seems to knock him out of.. what ever trance he was in.

after apologizing he sets your bags down and wishes to meet you again or something like that, idk you forgot cause right now you’re going to try and look for your idiot of a boyfriend who you’re SURE started soemthing, again.

which brings you to a bar area and well there’s a hole in the wall, and someone eating who isn’t ace. hmm. oh well.

well now you’re on your way out since it’s someone else’s idiot who made the mess and not yours.

so off you go😄

and quickly at that :)

once again you bump into mr.eyebrows as you flee from the crime scene.... well you don’t bump into him, more like you follow him cause you’re bored ya know.

deciding to walk with him to wherever he was going until he caught whiff of you your perfume whoopsie

so now you’re traveling together.. officially made you meet his crew... or friends you don’t even know anymore.

until the navy comes 😻

screw your boyfriend you got a bounty on your head❗️ and a phat one at that😩

so you temporarily join their crew as you chat with nami and eat some of sanji’s cooking. until you almost get blasted with a human sized rubber band? aha-

“ oh you’re luffy right?”

“ yeah. why?”

yeah the crew is gonna shut that down real quickly, until nami pulls out your wanted poster 🤩

( she hangs them around her hammock at night dreaming about the berries, don’t try to argue with me on this one )

nami is VE R Y tempted to hand you in while usopp and chopper just stare with stares in their eyes

but then ace comes ❗️ and all is well ig

( omg this had no planning to it and it shows i’m so sorry this isn’t thought out like my other ones )

but just imagine both of you by those rocks when that old dude is trying to snipe the shit outta him, but you’re just laying on his shoulder sleeping as you use your cloak as a jacket for the both of you 🥺

thano you for coming to my ted talk expect a crocodile one next cause even though he’s an asshole he’s a hot one 😟

[dancing-the-hellfire-rumba]

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REWRITE OF “Can You See The Stars”

Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader Warnings: fear of being kidnapped Word Count: 2.4k Series Summary: On her way home, Y/n finds an abandoned, cracked phone on the sidewalk. Anxious about the well-being of its owner, she picks it up and texts the first contact she finds; Sam.  A/N:This is my second attempt at the story everyone loved, with an actual pllot in mind this time. So, attempt number two, better writing, better story. Have at it kids.

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Beta: The lovely @percywinchester27​ . Thank you so so much hon :) Masterlist

Chapter One: you sure know how to fuck me up on a friday night

Y/n   |  Sam

The road to independence is uphill, and Y/n knows this better than anyone. She’s done it all. She’s gone through jobs at a similar speed with which she goes through books, worked two or more of them, while also studying for college… She knows how it works, and it’s really fucking difficult to balance emotional baggage the size of a city, an underage sister and college, while also trying to keep, not only yourself, but another person, alive, under a safe roof with food in your stomachs.

Currently, she’s only working one job, at a dive bar owned by a friend of a friend as a waitress.

It’s a difficult job, and Y/n has struggled with it, but the hardest part is not the endless knowledge one needs to mix drinks –on the nights Joel takes time off and she has to take his spot behind the bar- or the carrying up to twenty pounds of glasses and drinks and delivering them at the right table without soaking herself or anyone else with copious amounts of alcohol. Any minimum wage worker will tell you the same thing- clients of any kind fucking suck. Especially if you’re a young woman at a dive bar after midnight.

Another thing she’s struggled with is not having too much money, which is why she’s needed multiple jobs in the past, so she has to use public transport- buses specifically, to go to and from work. And that is exactly where she finds herself, a couple hours after midnight, at her bus stop, five minutes from the bar, when she finds a phone which, unbeknownst to her, will flip her world upside down.

It sits on the pavement of the bus stop, limp and sad. The screen is cracked a significant amount, and for a second she figures someone got rid of it and was too much of an asshole to throw it in the trash. But the second that thought crosses her mind, the screen lights up with a concerning text.

dude where the fuck are you?!

The contact reads “Sam”, and Y/n stands over the phone staring at it. She’s concerned. What if the phone’s owner is in trouble? The device may have fallen from their pocket on the pavement and cracked because they were running from someone and never made it home, and now whoever is texting them is worried for their well-being. Anxiety grips her heart.

It’s instinct that brings her to kneel down and pick it up. She can’t possibly know when the owner lost it, or how long the phone has been sitting there, but there’s an overwhelming urge to contact this Sam person and let them know what’s going on. Of course, the voice in Y/n’s head tells her that this all could just be a product of her anxiety, but it beats leaving it there and having it be stolen by a passerby.

Whatever, right? Best case scenario, she contacts the owner, who is perfectly safe and sound, and they take their phone back. She’s not really planning to pocket it. It’s fairly damaged anyways. Her own three year old, beat-up, 100$ phone is in better condition.

The bus arrives, and Y/n picks up the phone and boards it.

As she sits in her usual seat in the back, alone in the bus apart from an elderly man asleep with his head on a window and a cap on his head near the front, she starts speculating, eyes glued to the black device in her hands. Who’s the owner? Who is Sam to them? Perhaps a partner? A friend? How did the owner lose their phone? Why would this Sam sound so concerned, and most importantly, is the owner okay?

The heavy weight of dread weighs her chest at the thought of the phone’s owner being in trouble and without a phone. She must contact Sam immediately.

Hey, is this Sam?

As she awaits for a response, her curiosity is killing her. The intrigued part of her, reasons that she should snoop, it’s alright, she’s only looking for more information about the owner. Like whether or not they’re a woman or a man- which, sadly, matters when you’re walking alone in dark streets like the ones around this area- and perhaps their age –because, again, it matters if they are a teenager or a forty-year old adult.

The lack of passcode indicates someone older, with nothing to hide, or perhaps someone less technologically savvy, again, someone who may not be very young. The lockscreen is the most popular Led Zeppelin icon, and she instantly respects their music taste, and the home screen is some generic western movie from the 90s with Clint Eastwood. The chances of this belonging to someone younger further decline.

There’s a grand total of four downloaded apps in the phone. There’s an email app, a scrabble app, a microphone recorder and a dating app, no other sign of social media. Someone over 18 years old, definitely.

Soon, she’s tapping on the dating app, and opening their profile page. Holy shit, she thinks.

A guy, the tall, dark and handsome kind. Spiky hair and a smolder-like smile, sharp edges everywhere on his face apart from his gentle, olive-shaped and colored eyes. His lips are full, his nose straight, and his eyelashes long, dark and thick. He’s a real-life dreamboat, the kind you see in movies and Cosmopolitan articles about sex. He’s sitting on a black muscle car, a Chevrolet, with his thick thighs barely contained in blue jeans.

Dean Winchester, the app writes. 28. Male. Likes: old cars, beer, hard rock, westerns, she figured that much, bacon burgers. Dislikes: pop music, modern horror movies, uncomfortable beds. Not looking for anything serious, just a night of fun ;), and wow, okay, he sounds a bit like a dick. The very Red-blooded American Male kind, that enjoys BBQs and winking at women from across the bar. She’s had enough of those during her line of work; she can recognize them from a mile away.

Whatever the case, her moral compass couldn’t allow her to pass up on the opportunity to possibly help someone in trouble. She ignores her urge to roll her eyes, and scrolls a little, finding other pictures of the same guy, when suddenly two separate notifications appear, the phone itself vibrating. One is from the app, which has now received a picture from this girl, Jamie, one which she certainly doesn’t plan on opening, seeing as it’s followed by a winky face. The second one is from Sam.

jesus dean how drunk are you

yes it’s sam. your brother? remember?

No, this isn’t Dean, uh.

My name is Y/n. Your brother lost his phone at a bus stop, near a bar.

i should’ve figured. dean rarely ever uses punctuation.

nice to meet you i guess

Nice to meet you, too.

So basically, uhm, I thought you might help me return his phone to him? I got worried, because this was dumped on the sidewalk, I thought he may be in trouble or something.

knowing him he probably dropped it while being too shitfaced to function.

gotta admit i’m impressed though. most people would’ve pocketed it by now.

I mean, it’s not much use to me with such a cracked screen haha.

yeah i guess.

i don’t know about getting it back to him though. i’m in kansas right now so i’m not close by. i don’t think i can help you.

he doesn’t use social media either.

Crap.

What the hell am I supposed to do with this phone then?

keep it probably.

You sure there’s no other way I can reach him?

i mean i can give you his email but i’m not sure he’ll respond.

I’ll take it. Thank you :)

no problem :)

As she looks up the bus stops, and she quickly realizes this is her stop. Throwing profanities loudly enough to wake the older man at the front of the bus, she scrambles for her things, haphazardly thrown in the seat next to her, and gets off the bus. She pats herself down, making sure she hasn’t forgotten anything as the doors of the bus shut, and starts down the road to her apartment complex.

She could probably navigate this road blind. There are many ways to reach the apartment she’s renting from the bus stop, but her favorite goes through the park. It’s a large area, full of big trees with thick foliage and leaves that brown in the fall. The paths are paved and winded, and the park benches are stained with dark wood stain and curve comfortably. She enjoys coming here in evenings she has off, watching the sun descend behind the top of the trees with a good book.

The air smells like oncoming rain now, and with headphones deep in her ears, she walks taking deep breaths and enjoying the clear atmosphere that seems so unlike the roads that surround the park. As soon as she spots the first raindrop falling from the sky, she pulls her hood over her head and smiles.

It’s minutes later, when single drops have picked up to a drizzle, that she gets a sinking feeling, her hair standing up on edge at the back of her neck, shoulders knotting closer to her ears. Someone is close to her.

With the wire pinched between her thumb and index, she pulls one earbud off and pays attention to the surrounding sounds. Sure enough there’s a second pair of footsteps behind her.

Fuck, if she gets kidnapped or attacked right now, she’s fucked. There are no witnesses, and at this time of night screaming for help would be futile. She checks her bag, but her paper spray is nowhere to be found.

Yeah. Definitely fucked.

Her hands go deep in her pockets, going for her phone, but as she hears the footsteps behind her picking up speed along with hers, she panics and grabs Dean’s instead. She doesn’t look for her own, there’s no time for that, so she does the first thing she thinks of.

She texts Sam.

I think I’m being followed.

what?

Yeah

wait what’s going on? are you okay? who’s following you?

I’m walking home from work. I can’t see who it is, but they’re definitely on my tail.

how are you even typing right now??

is there any buildings around?  somewhere public to get in?

It’s 3 am. Everything is shut and I’m in the middle of a fucking park, Sam.

Fuck, I’m fucked.

what are you doing at 3 am in the middle of a fucking park then?!

A hand falls on her shoulder and she goes to scream, before she’s quickly spun around. Her free hand is curled in a fist, ready to fall on the attacker’s nose, when they speak.

“Y/n! I thought it was you!”

“Connor?!” She squints and pushes her hair away from her forehead, heart just about ready to fail out of the fright she’s gotten. “Fuck’s sake, dude, what the fuck are you doing sneaking up on me in the middle of the night like this?!” Rain still falls on her, grounding her to the present, the fact she won’t have to fight for her life and corporeal integrity sinking in slowly.

Her neighbor smiles a crooked smile, watching her place a hand over her heart and taking a deep breath. His fluffy blonde hair is damp under the light rain, light green eyes glowing under the street lights. She’s so angry at him right now, she legitimately thought she was gonna die for a second there.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he says, dropping his hand from her shoulder. “I didn’t think to call out to you.” A shrug.

“It’s okay,” it’s really not, but there’s no point in staying angry at him. Besides, she figures she’ll be a little safer with him walking next to her all the way back to their apartment complex.

On the way back, they catch up. Connor is back in town after a long week and a half at his sister’s wedding. He’s in a brand new relationship with the guy he’s been pining over for like 9 months now, and he got a job at the bookstore, close to their building, he’s starting next week. He was out for a drink, he offers as an explanation, and was returning home, when he bumped into her. The park is also his favorite route to take.

The key dangles from her hands and finds a home in the lock and twists, while Y/n waves at her neighbor.

“Have a good night, Connor.”

“You too, Y/n.” It’s delivered with a wink and a bright smile.

The motions of dropping her bag by the kitchen counter, dumping the keys in the small bowl and hanging her coat on the hanger are delivered on autopilot in quick succession. Shoes toed off, hair pulled out of her lazy bun, she falls unceremoniously on her thrifted couch, feet suspended on the hand rest. Emmy must be asleep, the only lights on in the house are the fairy lights over the couch, setting a soft glow over the furniture. Y/n sighs. What a day.

Seconds before she falls asleep on the couch, a phone vibrates and it’s definitely not her own. Her eyes snap wide open, and she curses, fumbling with Dean’s device.

The messages are seven, and they all share the same panicked tone. Upon reading them, Y/n facepalms and curses, guilt weighing her down. Poor guy.

y/n?

what’s going on?

are you okay?

y/n

what the hell is going on.

you’re not replying.

please text me if you’re safe.

My God, Sam, I’m so sorry.

It was a neighbor/friend, he sneaked up on me.

you sure know how to fuck me up on a friday night.

I’m genuinely so sorry, Sam, I had no idea it was him.

it’s okay

you were scared.

i am starting to question your choice in friends though.

Y/n grins for the first time that day. It’s wide and full. Sam sounds like a guy she’d hang out with.

Hahahah yeah.

I promise, Connor’s odd, but he means well.

well i have to go

but i’m glad you’re safe

Again, I’m really sorry to make you go through that.

it’s fine really.

Thank you.

Goodnight :)

Night :)

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Part 2

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[diaperdimensionstories]

The Start of Messy Girl: The Diapered Nightclub

Monica smiled for the camera as her diaper filled with her second mess of the night. The first mess was hard and hurt to push out, but this time the mess came out gently and was very soft. The mound in her nappy effortlessly expanded and Monica let out a sigh of relief, her eyes rolling back into her head with an expression of ultimate pleasure. Her clit was so sensitive now and every motion of the mess in her nappy gave her chills. Then, just as she thought she was done, more poop began to slid out into her full diaper. She knew her bartenders had been lacing the drinks with special laxatives from a fetish company she still surprised with how much she could mess. 

Tonight was a very special night. It was the grand opening of a club called Messy Girl, and Monica was the owner and general manager. Messy Girl wasn't your typical night club/bar. It was a place exclusively for AB/DLs. Like the first gay bars, Messy Girl was founded by Monica as a place where diaper lovers could come out in public and show their true colors in safety. Plus, Monica had a sharp eye, and she knew that AB/DL's weren't as rare as people think, but were too afraid of ridicule to "come out." Monica wasn't afraid of anything, especially people knowing about her diapers. Monica loved openly flaunting her wet diapers and now she owned a place where others could do the same thing. Monica finally finished messing her diaper and tried to stand up. She wobbled a little and realized that she was wasted. All those laxative laced tequila shots and ecstasy was catching up to her. She didn't mind though, she loved being faded in her messy nappies. Around her were all her AB/DL friends and some strangers, however everyone was getting drunk, dancing, talking loudly, and messing their diapers. Some were even hooking up, fondling each others diapers and eventually moving to the many private rooms to have diaper sex. It was beautiful and nasty, and exactly what Monica had envisioned when she bought the place. She waddled over to the bar where everyone parted for her and cheered. Evidently they were as happy about this new bar opening as Monica was. She sat on the stool with a confident squish, not phased at all by the poop that was nearly bursting from the sides of the diaper. A bartender came over immediately. She had brown skin and a red and black corset top with black lingerie over a very wet and messy diaper. Her name was Kay, and was one of the first DL's Monica had met when she moved to the city, but she was the only DL she knew with bartending and stripper experience. It was a natural choice to make her the bar manager/part-time diaper stripper. Plus she was gorgeous and her ass looked amazing when she was double diapered, which was basically all the time since Kay decided to wear 24/7 after Monica hired her. "Another shot on the house?" Kay asked. "Mmm, that sounds lovely Kay." Monica said flirtatiously. Kay started to pour out two shots, one for her and one for Monica. She handed the shot to Monica and the two clinked shot glasses and downed the mixture in one gulp, no chaser. "So how do you like working for me so far? I hope the.. uniform requirements aren't upsetting you." Kay reached down and squeezed her stinky mess with both hands. "Not at all. I love my thick wet diapers." "Yes I can see that they’re very wet from way over here, and very stinky too. I think someone needs their diaper changed," Monica teased. She also loved being a Mommy Dom to her growing staff of diaper girls, even though she was diapered 24/7 too. Kay almost looked crestfallen. She protested to stay in her dirty diaper, but to no avail.   "No, no little baby. You're a very messy girl and you need to be changed into a fresh new diaper." Monica swung from her barstool and strode behind the bar, messy diaper swaying as she walked. She grabbed Kay by the hand and led her into the "employees only" section of the nightclub. A long hallway led to a bunch of different rooms. There was the walk-in cooler for the bar, a huge diaper supply room, three private changing rooms, a green room for the diaper strippers to get ready, and Monica's personal office. Cases of diapers and liquor were stacked to the ceiling all along the hallway. The open door for the green room showed a packed room of beautiful women in very scant clothing, with nothing to hide their thick diapers. The girls were alternately putting on make-up, trying on outfits, or chatting. Emily, a stripper Monica had hired this morning, was even fingering her clit underneath the wet diaper. Monica smiled, clearly she had made a good choice in hiring her.   Monica opened the door to one of the changing rooms, leading Kay inside and closing the door behind her. She led her over to the oversized changing table and made her climb onto it and lay down. The front of Kay's diaper was stained yellow and brown, and she started mushing the mess against her pussy as soon as she laid down. Moving her hips from side to side only pushed the enormous load further towards her upper back. She was making Monica's job that much harder, but the club owner didn't mind. Making very messy diapers was 100% encouraged here at Messy Girl and Monica had to hold the squirming woman down just to remove the tapes from her nappy. "Kay? Monica asked, sensually cleaning up her messy employee. "Yes?" Kay replied dreamily. "Do you like working for me, is there anything I can do for you?" "I fucking love it here, girl! This is the best job I've ever had. I just made a grand in tips from bartending and stripping. And I got to do it in a dirty diaper. I love you. Thank you for creating this." "I love you too, Kay," her voice choking from emotion. "I'm so happy." Monica cleaned the last of Kay's mess and slipped a double boosted night time diaper underneath Kay. "Hey! This is a little big don't you think." Kay said jokingly. "Sorry honey, these are your required employee uniform." Kay was about to sit up, but then Monica stopped her. "Tsk tsk tsk, I'm not done with you yet, young lady," Monica said seductively. Reaching under the changing table she pulled out a hot pink, c shaped vibrator. "Mhmm.. this will fit perfectly under that diaper. Let's see.." Clicking it on, Monica slipped it expertly into Kay's diaper and right into her g-spot. Kay's reaction was incredible. She moaned with pleasure so loudly that the diaper strippers in the green room down the hall heard it. "Well I don't want you to have all the fun," the boss said, producing another vibrator from under the table. She placed it sexily inside her soiled diaper as she leaned forward to mount the adult sized changing table. The diaper was so full that any cheap disposable diaper would've burst by now. Monica leaned in real close, and Kay met her lips with a kiss. The vibrator's were audibly bussing inside their diapers, and it wasn't long before they were humping and groaning. Kay flipped Monica over and started mushing her face into Monica's diaper. She took a few deep breaths not flinching at the smell at all. "You're the best boss on the fucking planet." Monica blushed as the vibrator hit a very particular spot. "Uh, umm... thank you, b-baby.." The two continued to make love into the early morning when most of the patrons had departed and the bar was closed up. Her bar had made over $15,000. At this rate, Monica could make enough to expand her business in a few short years. She let Kay sleep on the pull-out fouton in the green room as she locked up the place and did her manager duties in her messy diaper. Only after poop started to slide out of the sides did she consent to the fact that she should probably change her diaper. Once changed she went to say goodbye to Kay. She was passed out on the couch and Monica decided it was best to let her rest up for tomorrow night. Locking the front door behind her, Monica stepped out into the sight of the rising son. She walked towards her motorcycle parked out front before she realized that her skirt was completely hiked up, showing off her diaper. She instinctually went to cover herself, before she paused. The roads were completely silent. Not a person was out at this hour. She left her skirt where it was, and walked confidently towards her bike. She put on her helmet, started the engine and peeled off onto the road, riding into the rising sun.  

[ramblesanddragons]

The Adventures of A Small Stanley Pines Part 2

There was such a positive response I wanted to keep going. I hope this brings some joy in these tough times.

Warnings: There’s a tiny (pun intended) bit of angst but the rest of it is fluff.

AO3 Link ^_^

 “Get offa me!”  

 There was a familiar voice invading Ford’s dreams. At least it seemed familiar but the pitch was wrong. It sounded distant and muffled in his sleepy haze.  

 “You’re not taking me anywhere!”  

 Who was this voice? Who was trying to take them?  

 A sudden jolt of fear went through Ford as his brain finally managed to reconnect with the waking world.  

 “STANLEY!” Ford yelled hoarsely. His feet refused to find stable purchase as he pushed away from the table he had nodded off on. Willing his body to more correctly with the sheer power of fear for his brother Ford burst through the door to the deck of the ship, his gun drawn.  

 There on the deck was his twin, still tiny, fighting off a small army of seagulls. He punched one in the face then kicked another in its wings but there was still too many. In a few long strides Ford made his way across the deck and started to shew the birds away. They were persistent though. Hoping that no one was around to hear Ford fired his gun into the sky, finally sending the birds scattering. Stan sat on the deck panting, his face red from anger.  

 “And stay away you stupid rats with wings!” Stan yelled.  

 “Stan you scarred the hell out of me what on earth happened?”  

 “I woke up and was frustrated so I came out here for some fresh air and these stupid birds swarmed me.” Stan didn’t bother getting up and just laid on the deck of the ship. After a moment Ford joined him. For a while they just watched the night sky as the stars twinkled as Stan quietly seethed.  

 “Ford,” Stan said after about 20 minutes of silence, “I’m sorry.”  

 Ford leaned up on his elbow to look at his twin confused. “Sorry? For what?”  

 “You had a good thing going with those pixies and I fucked it up. I’m sorry for messing so many of your things up.”  

 “Stan...”  

 Ford had never been aware of how hard on himself his brother had been. He was good at hiding it but a few months at sea had brought them closer and Ford finally got a peek behind the Mr. Mystery mask. Ford realized with disgust that he had been a major contributor to all of that pain.  It had taken awhile, some appointments, and a lot of love from the family for Stan to start to heal. But healing isn’t always taking a step forward, you take a lot of steps back too.  

 Being shrunk to the size of a person’s boot probably didn’t help with taking steps forward.  

 “Stan you did nothing wrong. You tripped which is 100% a normal human thing that happens to everyone. Those pixies are just too uptight.”  

 “But...”  

 “No buts,” Ford wasn’t going let his brother spiral if he could help it, “Do you know how many times you have been a valuable help to me? How many times your instincts have saved my ass? Which isn’t your only value either!” Ford had also been distraught over the fact that Stan only saw some worth in himself as a shifty con man or as a protector for him.  

 “You’re funny, smart, determined, a wonderful Grunkle, surrogate father, and brother. You have a heart of gold under all of that  grumpiness no matter what you say otherwise.”  

 A small smile drew to the corners of Stan’s mouth. “Listening to you talk someone might  think I’m   a saint. Can’t have that now.” He stood and started to march to the gangplank.  

 “What?” Ford shot up and started to follow.  

 “Let’s see how much trouble I can drum up. I’m like that one small guy from that book, right? I could sneak by anyone tonight.”  

 “You’ve read the Hobbit?”  

 “Don’t sound so  surprised. You coming?”  

 Ford checked his watch. It was around 11 at night. Part of him knew he should tell his brother to stay but he also knew Stan wouldn’t listen. It was also really hard to say no to him when he looked like this. Ford sighed and put on a devilish grin. “Sure.”  

 By sunrise the two of them had caused mild trouble. Nothing too damaging or reckless. Stan had a blast being a cowboy on the back of a farmer's dog herding sheep. Ford was also sure that Stan had pickpocketed the guy who kept staring at Ford’s fingers at the bar they stopped by (Stan had stayed hidden in Ford’s coat mostly while in town but he was right. The little guy could slip off easily when he wanted to.)  

 As the sun broke over the ocean the two of them were ready to settle into bed when they’re laptop rang. They had forgotten the kids were due to call. Ford placed Stan onto the table then turned the laptop to face himself and answered.  

 “Hello kids!” Ford beamed as Mabel and Dipper’s faces showed in the screen. 

 “Grunkle Ford!” They yelled together.  

 “Grunkle Ford have you been sleeping you look like you’ve been up all night?” Mabel scolded.  

 “I have but it’s been in the name of brotherly bonding I assure you.”  

 “Where’s Grunkle Stan?”  

 “Over here pumpkin.” Stan said from behind the computer.  

 “...What’s with you voice?” Dipper asked with a raised eyebrow.  

 “Uh nothin ’.”  

 “Stan let’s just show them you don’t want to worry  them, do you?”  

 “...No.”  

 Stan plugged his ears as Ford turned the screen to face him. Mabel’s squeal of delight sent Dipper toppling over. After explaining how he got this way Mabel was relived her  Grunkle   was okay but  disappointed   she wasn’t going to be able to knit him tiny sweaters.”  

 “We’ve got to get a picture!” She said as they started to say their goodbyes.  

 “Oh heck no. No way.” Stan didn’t notice the wink Ford gave his  grand-nibblings  .  

 “Oh okay. Whatever you say,” Mabel said with fake  disappointment   and Dipper laughed.  

 “We’ll see you two next month.”  

 “Try not to get in anymore major trouble until then,” Dipper said.  

 “Kid it’s us. That’s impossible.”  

 After that Ford and Stan drifted back to sleep, tired from the adventures. The next time Ford was woken by Stan’s yelling it was because he had come crashing off the table, back to his normal size. Ford laughed as he helped his twin up.  

 “Thank God that’s over.” Stan grumbled.  

 “It was fun while it lasted. I think I’ll miss being able to pick you up when you’re  causing   trouble.” Ford teased.  

 “How about you go get shrunk then! I’m sure McGucket could figure something out.”  

 Stan gently punched Ford in the shoulder and Ford wrapped his twin in a side hug. The two of them laughed about their evening  shenanigans   while headed to a place for dinner.  

[katsujiiccfinds]

Oak N’ Pine (No CC)

by pancake101

Hello everyone! Today we're back with another new mansion for your Sims to enjoy! This is Oak N' Pine (a very fun name to say fast), a large five bedroom and six bathroom home that features all the beauty and luxury your Sims could want! The floorplan is as follows: FIRST FLOOR: - Grand Foyer - Formal Sitting Room - Great Room - Dining Room - Kitchen and Bar - Family Room - Home Office - Master Suite - Two Bathrooms - Walk-in Closet - Four-Car Garage - Laundry Room SECOND FLOOR: - Upstairs Sitting Room - Two Guest Suites - Daughter's Room - Sons's Room - Four Bathrooms Each bedroom aside from the master suite in this home comes with two closets and a full bathroom with an extra closet space inside as well. The upstairs sitting room opens out onto a large sunny deck where your Sims can relax and soak up the sunlight, or go stargazing off of in the evenings. The back patio includes an outdoor grilling space, swimming pool, hot tub, and plenty of open yard to frolic about in! I hope you all enjoy this new mansion! As always it is 100% free of CC or Store content and makes another perfect addition to any large neighborhoods or for any Sims and their families looking for a new place to call home. Happy Simming   Lot Size: 64x64 Lot Price (furnished): $683,982 Lot Price (unfurnished): $273,460

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Warning for NSFT text.

I've had the phrase "self-made Renaissance man" rattling around in my head in regards to Smartass. Essentially it means between working hard jobs he takes on various creative and intellectual pursuits like cooking, learning languages, drawing and painting, etc.

The thing that's been ping-ponging around the most is his explanation of the N///SFW c///ommission business he ran out of his one bedroom apartment, how he tries to draw in customers that're conflicted about the nature of his service.

Quick note: I was thinking of giving him a trait of writing down his opinions and how he's improved artistically, hoping to leave a record that might one day be studied. A window into the life of an uneducated, low-class worker who decided to create as much as he could through the avenues available to him. He always explained it as a silly little thing, but the more pages piled up, the more he had to acknowledge that, yeah, this means something to him. If only for amount of time he sank into it. He's kinda got a lot going on already, though.

The living room looks relatively tidy, but still lived in. Wooden ammo and cigar boxes supplement his coffee table. He has framed posters of plays he was in, a giant print of Mae West above his musty, ripped up sofa. Knives of every shape and size are hung on a magnetic strip by the sink.

There is pornography papering nearly an entire wall in his bedoom. Adult and drug-related paraphernalia hung on the walls, on shelves and hooks, some of which are arm's reach from the bed. Two old but not quite vintage cameras are leaned in a corner on tripod stands. By comparison to the living room it's also physically messier.

Ever since his theater career and entrepreneural efforts in his youth, detailed below, he has built a personal brand on being a "sleaze", a party animal, an all-around societal menace. Amplifying that to the extreme in his personal space suddenly makes any deviation from the norm- Being a respectable middle class woman, or gay, or a physically disabled person who wants to see people like you treated as desirable, et cetera- Seem small by comparison.

"They're not carrying some grave sin here with them, see. The space I create can't be polluted any further than all this-" He does a quick turn on his heel and gestures with a grand sweep of his arm. "-No matter what lustful utterance spills from their mouths." He curls the fingers of his upturned palm, places his other paw on his chest, tilts his head to smirk over his shoulder. "So what does that leave?"

Pause for emphasis before he does a sharper turn. "It leaves the space to pollute them." His extended paw flattens to a knife, darts out in time with the emphasized word. "Of course they can't help the gears that start turnin', surrounded by such suggestive imagery. I'm setting myself up to be the villain, the tempter, that devil on their shoulder they've heard so much about." That's how the repressed ones approach it, anyway. "Besides, how jarring is it gonna be if it looks like a fuckin' doctor's office in here?'

For those who are only skittish, or visit him enough times where the corruption element wears off, it's having a space where they can be open about their desires. If he just lives like this all the time it becomes no big deal to admit, hey, I like ______ when there's ten different illustrations of that and more hardcore / niche interests plastered above you. Getting to the point where they can speak in more detail helps him give them a better product.

He understands it just won't be part of some people's personality to express themselves this way, but he hopes that a few can move past simple acceptance and join him in celebrating the erotic. At least while they're with him.

This all ties into his belief in the power of roleplay. Everyone benefits from having a place removed from everyday life where they can try on different personas, dramatizing their emotions. Sure, they can do it as a sex thing if they want, but it shouldn't be boxed into one or the other where they do it when they're real young and then stop or go out of their way to prove that it's not childish to wanna pretend for a while.

I imagine even back then their were some artists and performers, maybe ones that'd gotten famous and broken into other careers, making the argument that they're normal people who just happen to also be in the adult entertainment industry. "Fuck that. This is who I am and what I wanna do, and you can piss off if you gotta problem with it."

He's had his paw in selling printed media secondhand, illustrating the inside covers of novellas and inserting double-sided pages with lavishly colored scenes, collaging together custom pinup calendars. He took a job as a janitor in a bigger, Official studio to get a close look at the inner workings and make friends with the staff. One of his dream projects is painting explicit murals in a bathhouse / caberet bar / a brothel, like the old Roman ones.

((Yes, that means he had to mop up the mess. He's not at all squeamish about it. "Those sheets and costumes gotta be washed, too. And shower tiles scrubbed down... It's called a production for a reason."))

When pressed or talking to a like-minded person he will admit that he doesn't actually think his choice of subject matter or enthusiasm makes him any worse than if he just stuck to landscspes. Pointing to the shunga print and the French postcards to prove that people have been doing this forever won't erase the hangups just like that. He cannot earnestly make the argument that it’s 100% fine and normal to use a visual aid to most people in mainstream society and expect to be taken seriously. Unless they remember pre-Hayes Code days, maybe? And even then.

Wrapping it up in an over-the-top performance is fun, it's good acting practice, but still. It can get tiring. He wonders where the line between him and his persona is.

The history of Hollywood is steeped in many things, and it has the sex trade right at the top of that list. It's fascinating to see how the industry evolved, and I'm left wondering how much difference there is between east coast and west coast. Are they basically the same aside from west coast being more prolific? Is it just more well-known there and both have equally vibrant, robust communities?

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