#Best nap dresses 2024

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21 Trendy Outfit Ideas with Halara Shorts for Effortless Style: Women Halara Shorts

When it comes to effortless style and comfort, Halara shorts have quickly become my go-to. From casual days out to laid-back summer vibes, they offer versatility and an effortlessly chic look that can be styled in so many ways. I remember when I first discovered them — I was skeptical. Could a pair of shorts really be that comfortable and still look good? The answer is a big YES! Now, I wear them…

[hedgehog-moss]

Welcome to the great donkey contest of 2024

I must confess that I, once again, forgot the date of the yearly donkey contest, so I had to leave early (I had a restaurant reservation in another town) and have no idea what was the jury's verdict on each of these donkeys. Therefore, you are the jury. It will be heartbreaking, but I will ask you to vote at the end of the post, setting aside the known fact that all donkeys are the best donkey.

There were Poitou donkeys, Berry donkeys, Bourbonnais donkeys, Provence donkeys, Andalusian donkeys, and common donkeys who seemed to have no distinguishing features other than being acceptably donkey-shaped. I can't possibly post all my photos, so I have chosen 4 noteworthy contestants (or 3 and half, one is very small) for you to vote on. I'll add that I only stayed long enough to watch 2 donkeys demonstrate their skills, so in a spirit of fairness I will not mention anyone's job. You won't be voting based on how good they are doing their specific donkey job but on how good they are at being a donkey.

Donkey #1 — CHEWBACCA.

Chewbacca is big, and he has ears. These are his most salient characteristics. Each one of his ears looks like a separate fluffy ferret-sized mammal attached to his head, gently twitching or napping. Chewbacca's hooves are the diameter of a medium pizza and he looks very formidable but he is extremely kind. I know the most pressing question is "Can I scritch Chewbacca's ears?" and the answer is yes, but then he will immediately appoint you ear-scritcher in chief and will look very sad when you walk away to meet other donkeys.

Chewbacca's ears on their own could be enough to let him win Hairiest Donkey in any contest—but he is mixed breed, and there were purebred baudets du Poitou in attendance. Their entire identity is "the hairy one", and giving the Hairiest trophy to another donkey would result in massive spread of existentialism among Poitou donkeys.

(He is not a contestant, as I didn't have time to get a good aperçu of his personality.)

(Same for this shiny black donkey, pictured here canoodling with a Poitou lady—unfortunately I don't have photos of him in motion, but believe me when I say he was the glossiest donkey I've ever seen. When walking or trotting he shone in the sun like a freshly-polished dress shoe.)

Back to our contest.

Donkey #2 — UGOLIN.

Ugolin (who seems to go by "Glin") is a shaggy, gangly teenage boy whose main characteristic is being utterly love-starved. Left unattended, Ugolin would wander about the donkey contest, stopping in front of every child or adult he encountered, hoping someone would love him.

I was initially the only human Ugolin did not want cuddles from, because he was scared of Pandolf and seemed to think of me as his minion. Then I tied Pandolf to a tree and crouched down a few metres away from Glin, unsure if I had a chance now—and after hesitating for about 2 seconds he came over to kiss my forehead. My friend was so touched by this moment that she (somehow) got her phone to turn her photo into an impressionist painting.

"Can I scritch Glin's ears?" Yes. He is desperate for someone to pet his ears.

Donkey #3

—no, sorry, it's Ugolin again. It's very hard to get rid of him.

Donkey #3 — THE BABY.

The baby has no name. The baby has no skills. The baby is not good at anything other than being tiny enough to walk under her mum's belly. In the absence of any other qualifications she was happy to show off what is possibly the most low-effort limbo dance in the world.

"Can I scritch the baby's ears?" No. Big point against her, here. She will, however, come over if you say "awww le petit ânon <3" and let you pet her tiny nose. (More nose photos in this post if you missed it)

Donkey #ah no wait here's Ugolin again

He actually overcame his intense fear of Pandolf to come trap us in his forcefield of infinite neediness! I'm proud of him.

Donkey #4 — MYRTILLE.

Myrtille is in her mid-thirties, and did not come to the donkey fair to demonstrate any particular skills or be admired by us, but because she likes to meet new donkeys. She was not tethered to the rope and yet did not wander around to mingle with humans like other untied donkeys did; she shuffled from one end of the rope to the other like a friendly pensioner at a continental breakfast buffet, making small talk with everyone. It was hard to approach Myrtille (as a human) without feeling like a third wheel.

I don't mean to gossip, but she spent quite a while flirting with the glossy black donkey.

I love her. She's my favourite. I was not able to pet her or take a good close-up photo of her but that's okay. Myrtille is like a tempting rollercoaster at an amusement park that you are barred from by the sign that says "You must have ears THIS long to go any farther." I wish her only good things.

[hanasnx]

DATE NIGHT — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, terry mcginnis, talon.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: for @xstarkillerx and his date night prompt ノ features indyfied (potentially ooc) tim drake. WARNINGS: drug mentions: weed, acid ノ suggestive content: dancing, grinding ノ ooc tim drake perhaps.

✩ BRUCE WAYNE

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Black turtleneck; ghurka pants; versace black leather belt; calatrava watch; loafers or chairman dress lace-ups; ballston merino gray wool socks.

location(s) ¡! ❞

He's a versatile dater, he can make any scene his scene: club, bar, concert, dinner. He's already a VIP member there with a table he owns, not to mention a proud shareholder. He can get you backstage, he knows the performer personally because they're a close friend. He's got a lot of ins places, which makes dating easy and frequent.

✩ DICK GRAYSON

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Expensive: black t-shirt; grand seiko watch; a single stainless steel huggie earring; figaro 5mm silver chain; hopsack wide leg pants; chelsea boots; cavalli black leather belt; worn quarter length white socks.

Casual: he keeps the jewelry and t-shirt; loose fitted jeans; leather lace up boots.

location(s) ¡! ❞

His expensive dates are nice restaurants. Casual are much more frequent and range from the rare fast food stop to the movies. He's not above dancing and grinding with you at the club. Gym dates are easy, but that requires a different wardrobe.

✩ JASON TODD

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Cargo joggers; carhartt black webbing belt; beat-up black leather biker jacket; off white t-shirt or long sleeve; alphaforce duty boots; crew length black socks; silver cross chain and he doesn't really know why he wears it; frayed leather band bracelets on one wrist; silver band rings; ear cuffs; sometimes a ratty red ball cap to keep his hair out of his face.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Public dates are very rare. Movies, or spending time at the bookstore or library with a coffee and a seat, cafés, delis. Mostly at home having a movie night or a nap.

✩ TIM DRAKE

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Old skool black vans or vans checkerboard slip ons; mismatched holed quarter length socks; dark wash wide leg jeans; graphic t-shirt of something he's never heard of; black grommet belt; skinny hair ties and falling apart string friendship bracelets and rubber wristbands on his wrists; leather string coin pendant necklace; cartilage and first and seconds ear piercings.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Videogames at home: couch co-ops like mortal combat, mario kart, overcooked, wii sports resort, or portal 2. Ordering in everything from pizza to sushi. Popping acid and/or smoking. Keeping up with a show together, movie nights. Hanging out on the roof to watch the stars.

✩ TERRY McGINNIS

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Brown chelsea boots; black split neckline t-shirt; washed patch pockets on dark cuffed jeans; joe rocket classic leather motorcycle jacket; timberland belt.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Clubs are his best bet because of his unusual schedule, but a fancier dinner or two is on the table as a rare and occasional treat. Also running errands together.

✩ TALON

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Suede brown blazer; hopsack wide leg pants; white or black turtleneck; chairman dress lace-ups; quarter length black socks; burgundy leather gloss belt; silver cross chain.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Will not go out in public. Any dinners will be at your place if any actually take place. He's prone to disappearing.

@HANASNX 2024 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[smallerdelusions]

Math Lessons My contribution to the Temeraire Summer 2024 event on AO3! Go read, the writing work is astounding. Bonus commentary and shenanigans below the cut.

Intended to be sometime on the Allegiance returning from the events of Empire of Ivory. I imagine Tem is the best maths teacher any of the kids can find on the ship (or at least knows the most). Demane and Sipho are supposed to be learning to read English here. Emily is best student as always. Dyer is trying his best. Allen is not trying at all but has been roped into making sure Temeraire doesn't teach the young, impressionable minds anything too radical.

Bonus ideas:

Featuring:

Roland and Dyer playing dress-up

Sipho and Demane taking an unsanctioned hammock nap between someone's horns

Sipho is the best artist of the kids I am willing it into existence

[lvnleah]

009. | Five years

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February 14th 2024 | 32 + 6 weeks pregnant.

You stirred as you felt soft kisses being placed on your skin. You stretched and opened your eyes, seeing Leah hover above you.

“Have a good nap, pretty girl?” she asked, her voice a gentle whisper. “Happy Valentine’s Day and anniversary.” She smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek before lying down beside you.

You nodded as you sat up a little bit, “Le, you’ve already told me that about a million times.” You laughed.

Today was your fifth anniversary with Leah, it hadn’t felt like five years with how fast time was going. You’d both changed so much in those five years, you’d gone from being two careless twenty-one-year-olds to being close to welcoming your baby boy together.

This morning Leah left early for training, she’d peppered your face with kisses before giving you your gift. She’d bought you a beautiful necklace that had a matching bracelet and ring. You’d gifted Leah a pair of earrings to add to her never-ending collection as well as a ring too.

"I know, but I can't help it.” Leah laughed, “Today is special, and I want you to feel loved every second of it."

You smiled, "You always make me feel loved, Le."

She glanced at your growing belly, placing her hand gently over it. "And how's our little man doing today? Been kicking up a storm?"

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Not too much today. He’s been quite calm today.”

"Good, both of you need your rest.” She said, tapping her finger on your bump, “Think you're up for dinner still?"

You nodded, “Course I am, Le. I’m looking forward to it.”

"Great! Then let's get ready, yeah?" Leah said, slipping out of bed and walking round to the other side to help you.

Leah helped you out of bed, her hand gently resting on your lower back as you walked over to your wardrobe.

“I have no clue what I’m going to wear,” you sighed, hand resting on your large bump.

Leah looked through your wardrobe before pulling out a pink silky dress. It was a dress you’d bought a few weeks ago, a slit ran up one side and it made you feel confident.

“My new favourite,” she grinned, “Please wear this, I love this dress on you!”

You giggled, “Okay, okay! I’ll wear this.”

Leah placed a kiss on your temple before pulling out her outfit. She pulled out your favourite cream suit that she owned and a little black top that she always wore.

You got ready and curled your hair before you slipped on the new necklace Leah had given you, its delicate chain catching the light. Leah smiled as she put on the new earrings you'd gifted her.

She gave a playful twirl, "How do I look?"

"Gorgeous, as always," you said before placing a kiss on her lips.

The two of you headed out to your favourite little restaurant, the same one where you had your first date. The restaurant hadn’t changed over the past five years, something you both loved a lot.

Dinner was delicious, filled with reminiscing and laughter. Leah reached across the table to hold your hand, her thumb gently rubbing circles on your skin. "Remember our first date here? You were so nervous."

You laughed, nodding. "I was terrified! You’d been my best friend for years, Le. I was scared of messing things up!”

Leah chuckled, shaking her head. "And thought the same about you."

After dinner, you made your way to the arcade, a place filled with memories of countless dates and playful competitions. Leah insisted on winning you another teddy bear, just like she did years ago. This time, she chose a cute little blue one for your baby boy.

"Look at that, look how amazing your wifey is," Leah said proudly, holding up the teddy. "Our little man’s first arcade prize."

You smiled, taking the teddy and hugging it against you. "He's going to love it."

“Bet you can’t beat me at basketball!” Leah winked.

“Oh yeah? Game on!” You smirked, “I’m pregnant and I’m pretty sure I can beat you, Williamson.”

Leah laughed, “Oh yeah, Williamson?”

The two of you made your way to the basketball game, and Leah handed you a ball. Despite your bump, you took your stance, aimed, and made a perfect shot.

“Whoa! Nice shot, babe," Leah cheered, clapping her hands. “Maybe you should take up basketball.”

You beamed, feeling a surge of confidence. "Beginner's luck," you teased, handing Leah the ball.

Leah took her turn, effortlessly making her shots as well. The game continued in a playful back-and-forth, with both of you laughing and cheering each other on. By the end, the score was close, but Leah edged out a narrow victory.

"Alright, alright, you win this time," you said with a fake pout. "But just wait until next time!"

Leah grinned and pulled you into a gentle hug, "I’ll always be ready for a rematch, love."

After Leah's victory at basketball, you both laughed and decided to try out more of the arcade games, determined to make the most of your night out.

"How about the racing game next?" Leah suggested, pointing to a pair of side-by-side racing simulators.

You nodded enthusiastically, and the two of you settled into the seats, gripping the steering wheels. The countdown began, and soon you were both racing through virtual streets, dodging obstacles and competing fiercely. Leah narrowly won the first race, but you managed to claim victory in the second, earning a high-five and a playful kiss on the cheek.

Next, you headed over to the skeeball machines. Leah handed you a token, and you both started rolling the balls up the ramps, aiming for the highest scores. You found yourself laughing uncontrollably as some of your shots went wild, but by the end, you managed to score a few 100-point targets.

"Not bad for a pregnant lady, huh?" you said with a grin.

"You're amazing," Leah replied, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

The air hockey table caught your attention next. Leah set up the game, and soon you were both engaged in a competitive match. The puck flew back and forth across the table, and you surprised Leah with your quick reflexes, managing to score several points. Leah eventually won by a narrow margin, and you both bursted into laughter, breathless from the excitement.

Finally, you found yourselves at the claw machine, a game that had always been a favourite of yours. Leah manoeuvred the claw, managing to snag a small plush toy on her first try. She handed it to you with a proud smile.

"Another prize for our little man," she said.

You shook your head, laughing, "He’s going to have quite the collection thanks to you."

As you made your way through the arcade, trying out various games and winning tickets. It was a night filled with laughter, love, and memories, the kind of night that made you appreciate the simple, beautiful moments in life.

When you finally decided to call it a night, you exchanged your tickets for a few more small toys and trinkets, adding to the collection for your baby boy. You left the arcade hand in hand with a large collection of stuffed toys.

Back home, the two of you settled into bed, the familiar comfort wrapping around you. Leah curled up beside you, her hand resting on your belly, feeling the gentle movements of your baby.

"So," Leah began her voice soft, "names. We need to think of some.

You nodded in agreement, “We do because at this rate our bubba boy is only going to be known as bubba boy or baby gooner.”

“I quite like Finley, I saw it online the other night.” Leah suggested, “We’re using a family middle name, right?”

You nodded once again, “Yeah, I was thinking something to do with either your brother or dad and Finley’s cute!”

“God, don’t boost Jacob’s ego even more!” Leah laughed, “What’re your favourite names?”

“I quite like the names Noah and Rhys.” You suggested, your hand playing with Leah’s hair.

Leah wrinkled her nose slightly. "Noah's too common, and Rhys... I don't know, it just doesn't feel right."

You smiled, feeling the baby kick against Leah's hand. "Okay, fair enough. What about Elias? It's a bit different but still classic."

Leah tilted her head, considering it. "Elias is better. Still not quite there though."

"Alright," you said, chuckling. "How about Oliver? It's common, but I think it has a nice ring to it."

Leah sighed, shaking her head gently. "I had an Oliver in school who was a bit of a bully. Bad memories."

You reached for your phone on the nightstand, pulling up a list of names you’d collected. "This might take longer than I thought. What about Arlo?”

Leah’s face brightened a bit. "Arlo... Arlo's not bad. I kind of like it. It's unique without being too out there."

"Okay, Arlo's a possibility. What about Mason?" you suggested.

Leah shook her head firmly. "Mason's too trendy right now.”

"Alright, how about Leo?"

"Too close to Leah," she replied with a smirk. "We'd get confused every time we called for him."

"Fair point," you said with a laugh. "What about Rowan?"

Leah frowned. "Rowan makes me think of the old guy who used to live next door to us when we were kids. He was always yelling at us to get off his lawn."

You groaned playfully. "This is harder than I thought. How about Miles?"

Leah considered it for a moment before shaking her head. "Nah, it doesn't feel right either."

You sighed, feeling a bit defeated. "Okay, last one for tonight. What do you think of Cohen?"

Leah’s eyes softened. "Cohen’s nice. I like it."

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "Cohen it is then?"

Leah shook her head, “Wait! I don’t know…I really like Finley.

You nodded, “I really like Finley, he feels like a Finley. Finley Williamson, it sounds beautiful.”

Leah nodded, a thoughtful look on her face. "Finley is great. It feels right, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah, it does," you agreed, smiling.

Leah kissed your forehead, her lips lingering. "Finley it is?” Leah asked you before you nodded, “Our little Finley."

Leah shifted down the bed so she was level with your bump before placing a kiss on it.

"Hi, Finley! You’ve finally got a name" Leah whispered to your bump, "We can't wait to meet you, Bubba. Not long now, Finley.”

You watched as she continued to talk to your belly, "You're already so loved, Finn. Your mummy and I love you so much, just like everyone else...your family and all your aunties will be so excited to find out your name!”

Leah looked up at you, "Finley is the perfect name for him."

You nodded, your heart swelling with love. "It really is."

[ofmdrecaps]

09/02-03/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Con O'Neill; Kristian Nairn; Nathan Foad; Leslie Jones; Lindsey Cantrell; Connor Barrett; Dominic Burgess; Sept 2: OFMD Marmalade Day; Trends; Articles; TellTaleTV Final Round; WWDITS 10th Anniversary Blurays; FanSpotlight: FanWeeks: OFMD Sequel Week; Stede Whump Week; Never Left Podcast; Love Notes;

== David Jenkins ==

David's out at the US Open with Kinga!

Source: David Jenkins' Instagram Stories

== Rhys Darby ==

Rhys is EVERYWHERE this week, jeez. He really is causing a stir on every single platform, let me tell you. Below he's having a bit of a drink with some friends, out and about with Rosie!

Source: Facebook

Next up-- there's a new Indy Dramedy that just wrapped called "Song Of The Bigfoot" and Deadline has some new info on it!

Source: Rhys' Instagram Stories

Rhys is also looking to help raise some funds for the Kitten Rescue we all remember well from earlier this year! You can bid on this signed OFMD picture of the cast! To bid, visit here.

Source: Rhys' Twitter

Rhys also shared an older video of him discussing wanting to be Earths Ambassador!

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A post shared by 10,000 Dreams x Fraser Grut (@frasergrut)

Source: Rhys Darby's Instagram

Annnnnd more shots are becoming available from the 100th episode of the Cryptid Factor, Live in London!

Source: The Cryptid Factor Instagram

And finally, Last But CERTAINLY not least, there's a new The Cryptid Factor special episode for the $10 / Tier on Patreon!

Source: The Cryptid Factor Patreon

== Taika Waititi ==

Some more shots of Taika while he was out and about! Also a recipe for the Pispili that he and Andy Hearnden shared on instagram a while back!

Source: Instagram

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and lastly a quick little tiktok of the Forever Young Rita & Taika!

Source: Rita Ora's Tiktok

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's out at Nickelodeon studios doing some voice over work!

Source: Samba's Instagram

== Kristian Nairn / WJW ==

Surprise #WeeJohnWednesday! 9pm BST (4pm EST, 1pm PST) tomorrow-- Sept 4!

Source: Kristian's Twitter

A huge thank you to @adoptourcrew for getting us the Kristian Nairn OFMD blurb from the latest Popverse Article (it is behind a sign up, but here's the article!)

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Con O'Neill ==

Con taking a nap with Cooper now that he's back from Mexico <3 (and David Fane was a sweetheart and popped his head in as well).

Source: Con's Instagram

== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan back at the bedroom selfies again!

Source: Nathan's Instagram Stories

== Linds Cantrell ==

Linds Cantrell did an Ask Me Anything on Instagram today while she was waiting for a plane! She answered several questions, including something regarding OFMD BTS which may be completely out, but she'll be going to LA Comic Con in October! I'm planning on making a post with all her answers when I get a moment, but here's a few!

Source: Lindsey Cantrell's Instagram Stories

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie is out here rocking a workout, and looking bad ass <3

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Source: Leslie Jones Instagram

== Dominic Burgess ==

Our dear Jeffrey Fettering, Dominic, blessed us today with some kitties as well as a shot.. of well him getting a shot!

Source: Dominic's Twitter

== September 2, Marmalade Day ==

Several of our crew members continued the September festivities with Marmalade Day on Sept 2!

Source: HSavernake's Twitter

Source: Astroglide Twitter

== Articles ==

Thank you @adoptourcrew for sharing another article talking about OFMD!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== More Trends ==

Heyyy guess who was trending on Sept 2 on TUMBLR! (I believe it was because of the Sept 1 Dickfuck/Lighthouse day, but could be have been more! let me know if you know something else happened! Thank you to the badass @poison-into-positivity for catching it <3

Source: @poison-into-positivity's Tumblr

== Tell Tale TV Voting Reminders ==

Reminder! Stede and Ed are in the final round of Ship of the Year! Please visit TellTale TV! Thank you @ofmd-ann for the reminder dear!

Source: Ofmd-Ann's Tumblr

== What We Do In The Shadows Bluray ==

Okay so WWDITS is not OFMD but it has Rhys and Taika so gonna send a boost out of this! Thank you to the absolutely spectacular @ jimjim531969 over on twitter for always bringing the latest cool news regarding the cast. You truly are a gem <3

Also per Jim:

Links to pre-order the WWDITS 10th anniversary blu-ray:

Australia & NZ (16 October, 2024)

USA & Canada (November 1st, 2024): Amazon or Barnes & Noble

UK (01/11/2024)

Source: @ jimjim531969 on Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Upcoming Fan Weeks =

* OFMD Sequel Week *

There's a new Fan-Week been announced for Nov 17 - 23, OFMD Sequel Week! Check them out on Twitter and give them a follow to keep up with the latest news!

Source: OFMDSequelWeek Twitter

* Stede Whump Week *

Stede Whump Week will be happening 28 Oct - 3rd Nov, and the bingo cards for that week are now available on Twitter!

Source: Stede Whump Week Twitter

= Never Left Podcast =

There's a new episode of Never Left out, and it's Part 2 of the discussion on Birds! Wanna check it out? Visit their linktr.ee!

Source: Never Left Podcast Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. Hoping your week is progressing in an upward direction. I hopefully get to finally talk to my dad tomorrow after over a week of everything going on, so I'll be in and out of things again. I know everyone is dealing with their own level of craziness right now, and I want to remind you that you're doing great no matter what you're dealing with. It could be little, it could be huge, it could be life-changing, or could be making you regress further back than you'd like-- whatever it is, you are getting through the best way you can, and you never have to feel bad about that.

I know it can feel like there's never an end to the chaos-- but remember that there are pockets of joy and love there in this life too, and however you need to cope with your daily struggles, don't feel bad in taking solace in that. Enjoy the little things, no matter how small. Rest up lovelies, breathe in, breathe out, drink some water, and keep going. Below is a very appropriate love note (for me personally but for so many others as well), courtesy of the amazing The Latest Kate. Not everything is clear right now, but it'll get there, just stay with us, and don't give up. Sending you so much love, crew <3

Source: The Latest Kate's Tumblr

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 02/25/2024

Nerdie! You saw it right! He won! *hugs tightly*

Yes he did! 🥰 We're all so happy for him! Finally!

We're also buzzing about how he looks like he's on the cover of a romance novel. Maybe on a ranch, maybe in the 1800's. It's a pretty versatile look. He likes his deep V's....

As we all should. Also, I'm taking notes on that. *scribbles*

Anything new besides, well clearly pirate adventures?

Pirates have scurvy and Pedro is well nourished so none of that. Other ideas for his characters. Ezra and Pero might have scurvy though. I did manage to write some this week. It's been busy. 👀 Ugh...real life stuff. Nothing major. Just needs to be done.

Nerdie's fics:

Guiding Light (Ezra one shot - I was chatting with @lady-bess and had the idea for this. I always have Ezra in some crime. 😎)

Lunch is happening right? (Part two of my summer romance Javi G fic. Not sure how many parts.)

He told me his name (Din Djarin x plus size female reader) I wrote it after reading a new Din fic by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (will be listed below. I'd still call it moody because despite writing, I still have trouble with my vocabulary. 🤣 It is pretty though. I'm working on a follow-up since people asked 👀)

Can't win carino (Javi G one shot - for @i-own-loki because she gave me the idea and the moodboard so I ran with it.)

The Man Next Door (Jake Lockley one shot for @megamindsecretlair because she kinda asked, more like I asked her what she wanted in it. She asked for action and smut. I might try more action in fics later.)

Get a room you two and BONE (Part two of my Tim Rockford comedy series which now has romance? I binged too much B99, watched a bit of Castle and a few episodes of Kojak with my mom. The insanity will only increase with part three but maybe there might be some growth between Tim and Doc? Or a hippo.)

Nerdie I thought you said you were busy....that's six fics...

I was and some of them I had been working on for a while. I also had some insomnia (that lead to parts two and three of the Tim Rockford fic). Anyway, on to the main event! 😘

Nerdie's fic recommendations! or things I read this week. 😄

14 x kisses by @trulybetty (Jack Daniels x reader) Part of her 29 days of valentines for February.

Sorgan Girls Are Easy - Solo Din Djarin by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (the fic that inspired my Din - her Din has 100% more smut)

Half of you - chapter 3 by @foxilayde (Santiago Garcia x fem. reader) Slow burn series - love it and trying to read it slowly to savor it.

Falling for you by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Javi Pena x fem reader) A bittersweet read that had me wonder what was next but I was hopeful.

Sunday Naps by @javierpena-inatacvest (Frankie Morales x fem reader) More proof that cuddling with Frankie leads to wonderful things.

Poe Dameron falling in love with his shy best friend (GN reader) by @i-belong-to-the-stars What one hopes for if you're shy and you're in love with those curls...er Poe. 🫣

Mystery Strain by @rebel-held (Dieter Bravo x GN reader) All kinks are valid and who doesn't love Dieter with a belly? 😘

Bulletproof by @laurfilijames (Jax Teller x fem reader) She wrote poetic porn with feelings. I was overcome, titllated and confused.

A girl walks into a bookshop by @oonajaeadira (Ezra x fem reader) Soft Ezra with a bookshop, yes please! 😄

Beneath the mask by @saradika (Din Djarin x fem reader) A medieval knight Din...so where does one pick up the velvet dress?

Loneliness by @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x GN reader) Pondering Pero in your local Park? Highly recommended for Valentine's Day.

15 x cashmere by @trulybetty (Joel Miller x GN reader) What thread count was it that encouraged Joel to hop in bed in such a state? For my personal file. 👀

He sees you by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x reader) This writer will tell you she just loves words. I would argue that the words love her in a unique way that makes you see the things. 💜

16 x dance by @trulybetty (Tim Rockford x reader) I pictured him dancing with the reader in his trench coat. @secretelephanttattoo (El) is to the holsters as I am to the trench coat. 🤣 In my mind.

Quiet Moments Collection by @secretelephanttattoo (various Pedro characters x reader) It’s the small instances that you think don’t matter, that are the most meaningful.

Plus One by @always-andromeda (Frankie Morales x fem reader) Always a fan of two idiots in love, even with their spat.

A Strange Fate by @youandmeand5bucks (Silva x fem reader) Two people who came together because of life circumtances. Are they really satisfied?

A Beskar Valentine by @firstofficerwiggles (Din Djarin x female reader) Awesome username, it makes me giggle. Din will be ten steps ahead and still fifteen behind when it comes to matters of the heart. My guy is an overthinking champion.

Seven by @lokischocolatefountain (Javier Pena x reader) A simple discussion about children leads Javier to a drastic solution.

To be Explored Later by @legendary-pink-dot (Frankie Morales x fem reader x Santiago Garcia) aka Ms. Curls if ya nasty! 😘 Somehow I missed the gem of a sandwich. How the reader was able to think about anything is beyond me.

Red Light Glow by @missredherring (Lucian Flores x fem reader) This man has me and @rhoorl keeping track of his silk shirt and gold chain. We would accept his call. The guilt would go away too quickly if we felt it at all. 😌

Incarnadine by @iamskyereads (Pero Tovar x fem reader) This Pero has me swoon with his care toward the reader, his love of baths (I just want him to soak and relax - he's been earning coin!), and his word choice. This is another person that words appear to favor. 💜

Not like I fangirled over these writers this week or anything 👀

What on the docket for this week Nerdie?

Part three of the Javi G summer romance

Maybe...Roc & Doc part three I don't like sitting on finished parts but then I whine about having no motivation for the next part. 👀 I make no sense.

March is toward the end of the week so my March Spring Prompts will start! I scheduled the first six days I think. I got anxious about getting behind (which isn't the point of doing them but anxiety doesn't care) and did some in advance. I like how they're coming along and that they're short. Unlike this update. 🤣 They won't have summaries, but will have warnings, tags and notes.

And because I hear series and I think "I should start another one!" I decided to write an Ezra series. How did I happen upon our favorites prospector/scoundrel/reluctant father figure? I've been reading works by @morallyinept @maggiemayhemnj and @magpiepills

Ezra intimidated me because of his language, but actually, I think I'd get along with him because he puts on a persona with a great deal of performance. It's the audience's job to figure out if you're serious or not. Or at least that's how I approached him. 🤨 This could go badly. I stuck him on the bayou with an air boat and I want him to cook gumbo. *full delusional achievement unlocked*

Special shout-outs to @connectioneverywhere and @soft-girl-musings for sending me lovely asks this week.

Also to @inept-the-magnificent who called Tim Rockford her sidepiece and I am still very tickled. 🤣

This update was long 🤗 Hehe

Love Nerdie ❤️

[persephone11110]

Still My Beautiful Angel

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

TW: post-pregnancy, weight issues, insecurities, hurt/comfort, mention of sex,body image, mention of surgery..c-section scar, stretch marks,bradshaw babies, almost death, unhealthy societal views, slight smutty end, curse words

prompt: ❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜, credit: @nightprompts

reader nickname is Angel

this a random one-shot/ apart of FALLEN ANGEL Series

- in this fic i made carole short for caroline.— if your interested the babies name are Cobie Caroline Bradshaw , Nicholas Thomas Peter Bradshaw(pretend that flows together plZ)

- the babies are born after the uranium mission, abt 2024

I HAVE NEVER BEEN PREGNANT, SO THIS ISNT TO DISRESPECT ANYONE WHO HAS!

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Standing infront of the mirror, you kept turning left and right taking in the different angles of your new body. Your eyebrows creased in disgust and disappointment it had been eight months since Cobie and Nicky. Yet your body still hadn’t gone back to like it was before the babies.

You loved the twins, but you weren’t used to seeing your body be so different for so long. Bold red lines trailed all over your stomach— covering up your once cleared skin. “I hate me”.

Your hands ran over the scar below your bellybutton, it was an ugly reminder that Bradley would had spent his week making funeral plans for three people. You almost died, the babies almost died.

“Mrs. Bradshaw, you seemed to be suffering from pre-eclampsia, the next best thing for all three of you is a emergency c-section”.

You pushed and prodded at your skin, the six pack you once had was replaced with a pouch of skin. You couldn’t explain it but the reflection of your body made you angry, made you hate your body.

You leaned your head into the mirror.

Had did you not notice?

There’s even more stretch marks on your breast’s— obviously after you went from A cup to a C cup from carrying twins. They grew with the rest of your body.

There were dark circles under your eyebags, just under a week ago the twins had entered their teething phase. And let’s just say getting sleep had been your enemy lately then rather your friend.

“What happened to me?”

It was clearly evident that your body didn’t bounce back like it was supposed to.

Probably why Bradley won’t have sex with you, he can’t and quite honestly you don’t blame him. Bradley hasn’t offered up sex since before the twins were born.

Then again every time he hinted at having sex, you would shoot that chance down, telling him you were tired, your body was exhausted.

Which weren’t lies at all— you just dragged the truth.

You were so caught up in spending your time insulting yourself you hadn’t realized Bradley’s shadow.

Bradley finished his list of chores around the house and decided it was time to join his wife for some alone time. The twins were napping peacefully— when he came upstairs he thought he be met with his a happy wife, not a wife who’s face looked digusted at her own reflection.

He was perched against the doorway frowning at the way you’d been observing yourself.

“My God”

“Y/n?”he called out and you could hear the confusion in his voice.

It caught you completely off guard. Where did he come from?

Faster than the flash, you tightly wrapped your arms around your waist— hoping to hide your new body from him. Since the twins birth the only time Bradley seen you naked is when he helped take showers and get dress. And that was hard enough.

“I need to change really quickly” you said softly, eyes on the ground.

Bradley look between you and the shirt that 2 sizes to large and the mirror.

“Angel why are you hiding from me?”, he asked you, reaching for the shirt and grabbing it so you couldn’t have it. Tears began glimmering at your eyelids— he was there for every change of your body, but having Bradley see it now made you cry.

You shook your head ashamed and embarrassed.“I don’t look the same Bradley”.

You bit the inside of your cheek. The tears that welled in your eyes were now uncontrollably running down your face.

Bradley arms were instantly around you he pulled you tighly into his chest. You cried against muscular chest— you felt safe and comfortable in his embrace.

He let go of you—“Y/n, listen to me”. Bradley’s voice was laced with sternness and authority.

Your eyes drift to his.

“Your the most beautiful thing ever— I’ve ever laid my eyes on”. Bradley dropped a kissed onto your cheek. “Whatever you think is ugly, I see them as the most prettiest thing in the world”.

He dropped another kiss onto your cheeks.“Your body protected our kids for almost ten months despite what you think, your body is so gorgeous”.

“Let me see” he requested softly. You showed no interest in moving still. “Angel” he sighed moving your arms out of the way.

“I love this body so fucking much” he wrapped his around you tightly again. “This body gave us the greatest gifts we could ever ask for”.

He saw your body as a greek sculpture.

“You know angel all this talking is making me hungry” he stood back up with of the biggest grins you ever seen him pull. “Are you hungry?”

“Bradley” you shot him a pointed look.“You might wake up Cobie and Nicky”. You told him, shooting him down.

“I’ll be quiet Y/n— I promise” he was practically begging at his point.

“You have three hours to prove it to me”.

[haztobegood]

Fics by haztobegood for @1dtrickortreatfest

🎃 Through the Static (2019, T, ghosts)

Louis pranked the crew before a concert after he found a two-way radio in his dressing room. But messing with the radio had an unintended consequence.

🎃 Moon In Her Eyes (2020, G, werewolves)

Niall had been looking forward to Halloween with his friends for weeks. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed that his night out was ruined by the anxiety of being spotted.

🎃 Best Couples Costume (2020, T, pandemic fluff/crack)

“It’s a shame. Halloween is even on Saturday this year,” Liam said. “This was going to be our year! We would’ve won this time.” Harry pouted. “You wish.” Niall teased. “You two haven’t won the best couples costume award yet.”

🎃 Room with a View (2021, G, ghosts)

Harry draws back the blackout curtains. The view out the second story window is less than stellar. He frowns. “I think I’d rather have a view of the parking lot.” “What’s wrong?” Louis walks up behind him, wrapping his arm around Harry’s waist as he looks out. “Oh.” The cheap hotel they’d gotten such a great deal on happens to look out not over the nearby lake or trees, or even another parking lot. It has a panoramic view of a cemetery.

🎃 The Rescue (2022, NR, horror)

Louis likes to do one last round through the kennels to check that everyone has enough food and no one has tipped over their water bowls before he leaves. It takes him a second to notice the last pen is slightly ajar. Louis frowns; that’s definitely not how he’d left it after checking on their newest rescue.

🎃 Ghosted (2023, NR, ghosts)

Harry had dragged his feet when his mate Liam invited him for drinks at Horan’s Pub. He’d wanted to spend his Friday night under fuzzy blankets with a good book and hot cocoa. Besides, he’d protested, they already planned to go out the following week for Halloween. While initially reluctant, Harry’s glad he came. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have met Louis.

🎃 The Kiss of Sleep (2024, NR, horror)

Louis shook his head. “I’m proper knackered.” Too many nights on the road with the noise of the tyres rolling beneath them kicked Louis’ insomnia into high gear. He’d only been able to nip off for naps between soundcheck and their shows so he’d have enough energy to perform properly. But just barely. Now, with two days off and a plush king size bed calling his name for the first time in weeks, Louis needed to catch up on sleep.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

okokok i'm obsessing hard over this au but also I’m in an emotional nightmare zone right now so it’s hard to work on it so here’s a basic summary of the plot so I can infodump it to you guys.

in 2012, four year old emily innes goes missing. she is not reported as a missing person. her five older siblings are told she ran away, and learn quickly bringing up the subject makes them the target of their parents wrath- one once isolated to emily. her uncle never learns there was a sixth innes child, having been estranged from his sister for quite a long time. as far as the world is concerned, emily innes never existed. there is no search effort for her. she is not on the front of any newspapers. her disappearance is not a mystery, because as far as the world is concerned the innes family, falling through the cracks of the legal system at the best of times, might as well not exist either.

in 2012, four year old clementine (no last name, not anymore) grins as she sits in a red-and-white dress in her friend mr. dream's fancy car. he's the only one who pays any attention to her, anyway, he gives her gifts and plays with her and he’s been the only person nice to a freak of nature like her since he visited. and he's come up with the best game, where she gets to pretend to be a good kid and he's her dad and he'll pay for her to go on the big rollercoasters tubbo did and eat a big big bowl of icecream. just… after she takes this nap. she’s been so sleepy after he gave her the carsickness meds mum never bothers to get.

in 2012, an unremarkable flight takes place, from England to the coasts of the USA. none of the passengers will remember a tired looking man who fiddled with his hands a bit too much and the girl they assumed to be his daughter, asleep in the seat next to him. in twelve years time, some will recognise the man on the news broadcasts, and the girl now nearly a woman (no, man), and will blame themselves for not seeing red flags.

in 2024, thirty-nine dr dean somnus gets into a car accident. he will lose function in his right arm for the rest of his life from the injuries, and he will lose consciousness and not wake until after a day and many frantic procedures. a well respected man in the town, the local paediatrician, this should have been a happy moment. instead, as he frantically describes what at first seems like a sick joke but one that quickly dawns on them as something far too panicked to be fake, police are called. local cops, one’s not equipped for what this will turn out to be.

in 2024, sixteen year old tommy somnus awakes in a hospital bed. one far away from not only his council flat he once called home but the room he’d reluctantly began to call home too. it would be months before he would leave. he expects to see his parents. they don’t even call. they never reported him missing in the first place. he's half starved, confused, and scared. he will spend the next few months in hospital, kind faces and professionals helping him recover enough, physically and mentally, he'll be able to walk out those doors and see the sun for the first time in twelve years. when he does, a barrage of cameras will photograph him, interviewers will hound him, and he'll long for the tight embrace of the room he was rescued from, and find the torture that scarred his body and mind within far less gruelling than the spotlight.

in 2025, thirty-nine year old dean somnus is sentenced for his crimes. the sentence isn’t as long as the media would hope for. it’s too long for the boy it’s meant to protect. the evidence is clear- examination of the room imprisoning tommy, the copious photographic and video evidence, and the ready testimony of both kidnapper and victim leave no moment of the captivity a secret. fresh out of medical school, single (and with disgust at the idea of marriage), and unstable, dean somnus had no chance in hell of adoption, so he simply took a child instead. tommy was chosen due to his vulnerability and the similar appearance allowing the two to appear related. tommy's captivity involved severe physical and mental abuse, but he was not harmed in any other way- the copious toys in tommy's room, almost-happy home videos, and the pride in dean's voice talking about “his” tommy make it clear this was a case where a child was abducted to be raised, though clearly not well. this is not salacious enough for many sleazy tabloids, and in a few months time this clear evidence is distorted under unrealistic claims.

in 2025, forty-three year old phillip craft is tired. learning he had a nephew he never met, that he’d been held captive for twelve years, and his birth parents were not considered appropriate custody had taken a lot out of him. of course, he'd taken tommy in- better than if the poor kid ended up in foster care or something, and besides, after his own son he was prepared for the teenage rebellion years. still, it’s hard to say tommy is more than a stranger- one polite in a way that’s heartbreaking knowing why- and each day is a challenge. there’s medical appointments both physical and mental, trying to socialise a teenager who’s near-feral in terms of his social development, sorting out his online school (because god he was not letting him get thrown to the wolves and put into an actual school enviroment, he can barely handle having phil and his wife both in the room with him at once), and trying to somehow, impossibly, comfort him after the hundredth time he comes across a sickening podcast joking about what they think really happened to the point they ignore what happened, a youtube video blaming him for trusting strangers as an abused, neglected child, some random sickos blog post ranting about how he's proof that kids like him are being forced into changing themselves and speculating on his medical history, and the dawning realisation that he can't avoid it no matter how hard he tries, and. he's sick of the world. he cares, but it’s not enough. it won’t ever really be.

in 2025, seventeen-year-old tobias “tubbo” undell (soon to be née undell) watches the news at his soon-to-be-husband's house, flopped over the sofa. life is a chaotic mess- he’s gone from top of every science class to having a son far too early and having to figure out how to manage being a parent while still in school himself, and how being a nuclear engineer really meshes with the whole nuclear family thing. he almost misses the face on the television, something about a scumbag over in another country getting jailed, some dumb sensationalised crime, and then he glimpses a familiar picture. it’s him- as a little kid, still in dresses, but him- and he's grinning, holding hands with emily- god, he nearly forgot she existed, they were best friends until she just vanished and no one else seemed to remember her- and then the words “kidnapping” and “abuse” suddenly feel so loud and he can’t feel anything but his own heart beating. he orders plane tickets to America the next day. he has to see emily- no, tommy- just this once. one last time. for closure. and then he could finally be a grown up.

[makeilayee]

May 3rd 2024 Rating: 😵‍💫/10

Sleep hours (the previous night): 6 hours

Heyyyy everyone!

Today was not normal for me. I was supposed to eat breakfast with Seryn and Fabi but I accidentally slept in until my alarm rang at 9am and I remembered I had a zoom. I turn on zoom next to my head in bed and the professor is talking about the essay midterm writing prompt. I did not know I had a midterm. I was half asleep and grabbed my computer and ipad to go to the lounge. I didn’t even do skincare. After I took a nap and then got on zoom for 23l lecture. After, I got dressed really quick and met danielle and colin for lunch. We ate rendezvous west. I had a beef burrito. They were celebrating Cinco De Mayo. It was yummy and our conversation was very good. After Danielle and I got ready for our event. We dressed in neon pink and met all of our friends. We ate hotpot and it was one of the best meals. I laughed a lot. Now I am so sleepy.

Time Stamp [11:50 pm]

[badgloop]

>The Empty Trade - Part 1 4-2-2024 8 AM

Dropping the heavy snack bag, as the usual part of the routine when he comes back to his hive from Rahzel's place. Can't visit without a bag of snacks while theyre chatting. Chocolate snacks, salty snacks, fruity, even a couple drinks in there. He's always gotta be prepared. After the thud onto the couch and, a lazy kick off of the slip on black sandals, he flops down into his pile with a long sigh. Peace once again. Though, he didn't really want to leave so soon, he had just been getting more tired, lately. Combine that with the occasional strange nose bleeds, or fluids coming up for lack of better detail, they all seem to be a similar sensation. It is never comforting, and started to wear at the stomach and sinuses like an old, unproperly set broken bone and a bruise; an unhealed knot of the muscle. He never wanted to show how heavy it is weighing on him. The nightmares he can take, sure. The hallucinations where they make show their faces, or in this case voices, their eyes, their shadows - all following before the 'bleeds'. It was just… a weird thing. He's just tired of Gram looking at him that way, as if he knows something.

Gam looks up at the ceiling and contemplates taking a nap right here. That is, until a loud thud. They all told the clown to keep his door locked and closed, a habit he still could never perfect. A stranger could come right in, and have before. Today seems to be the day once again, only this time, more than one. There had to be about 9 trolls all painted faces as part of the church, yet dressed as any alternian pirate would look. Pirate juggalos? What the fuck- No time to think. Gam gets up to his feet with one of his clubs in hand, and about to go for the other, which he curses under his breath to himself about. Why did he have to leave it in the other room? Flash step, cmon you can do it again, its been a while but it can be done again. Before the step could plant itself where he has in mind, his throat, and his legs are taken from him, and slammed onto the hard and dark gray floor, enough to crack the stone. He's held down and he can barely get a moment of air, letalone focusing at all. This seems to be for the best, because what is happening to him, he'd rather not remember. The intruders dig into him with weapons, tools, ripping open his abdomen, taking what they want - an organ or two, blood from him, anything of value aswell around his hive. They are intending to leave with more than the usual valuables. Maybe, if he could think, he'd wonder why they think his organs are of any value? Still, one thing is for sure, they intend to kill him off quickly. The shock is too great that he feels nothing but the cold ocean air blowing in from the open door. The most vital of his organs are hit last, stopping his heart, stopping his lungs, stopping it all. Finally, his head is hit so they won't have to hear him struggle further if there is anything left in him. The last thing he could manage to see at all, was darkness engulfing his vision like someone had poured ink over his eyes.

The clown is left there, door wide open for any beast to come in and eat him up, hive is trashed, the wind knocking things over at each wave. The intruders make their way quickly to their ship, storing the stolen organs and valuables away, and they are off. The captain has Gam's blood on her hands, not bothering to wipe them, like its own small trophy, smearing the wheel.

An attack or robbery isn't new for the poor clown. Consistently, there has been traps hidden under the sand by these same pirates. Some old, some new, some have even hit him, but he's recovered fine. He had some help in the past to remove as many could be found. There has been other valuables like gold stolen from him, aswell, but they never hit him as hard as tonight. Maybe he should have seen it coming, maybe he should have checked his door before he left early that morning. Regardless, the damage has been done, and it's likely, he won't be getting back up anytime soon. At least, it won't be him.

- The original one. Same face, same voice, same silliness. However, not the same history - not the same pain caused. This one before him that others also called 'Gam', was long gone in the furthest ring, cursed for his afterlife to be a wandering terror. The timeline was long doomed the first round of death. However, despite the ongoing loop similar to ghosts to never grow and consistently fall back on how they died, or the wrong things they've done, there was one little spark in his mind. One day, he had come across a bubble, where this new version of his own face, this new alternate, was having a sweet dream with the other ghosts. It angered him. Fueled with selfish rage - Why does he get to have another chance? Why not me? He has my face. He has a new blank slate, and not him. Thats not fair. Unknown to the first Gam, this 'new' one had the same feeling, knowing what the first has done to harm in his life. They both had their own anger. Long story short, he had claimed this poor alternate's body, and soul. He vowed, "Once he dies for good, I will live again, I will have his body, I will get the life I deserve. You don't know the pain of this void. I want out. I will be out." He could not control himself, and this fate has been sealed. Cursing this new version of himself, to suffer hallucinations, deteriorating health which stumped any doctor, and forgetfulness - Which lead to his death. No regard for who was in this new bard's life, and how this would hurt them.

Time has passed. The first, has been watching the skies consistently, for any sign of death, any sign of change. The only thing in his mind was that he would be free, and that fate was his to take. One day he had been crowding bubbles, and creating new, when he saw a light, as if a new star was exploding right behind him. It got bigger and bigger, and he felt the pull. Immediately this alerted him, and he had been pushed through, even if it felt like an eternity itself going through. It was not a star, but a portal. He felt his consciousness blank out in this meantime, moving to an empty, bright space, as if you had shined a flashlight behind your eyelids. He stood there, empty eyes but his form he used to be in, more clear than before. Ahead of him, he could have been fooled that it was a reflection, but no, here he was, the 'new' self. Anger, selfishness creeped up again, he could only feel one thing: he has to kill him, himself. This new face will not win. There is no other way but to take what he claimed as his.

Then the new face stood, shaking and staring at him, opening his mouth to speak.

[tonberry-yoda]

Hello! Here for the matchup <3

Okay, okay, so... Following your rules, I would like to me matched up with a male One Piece character, if that's alright! My pronouns are she/her and I'm CIShet. As for my personality, I'm very shy at first, but as soon as I realise that the person I'm with is not a threat, I start opening up bit by bit. Once I start warming up to them I become more talkative. I have a very low social battery, so after a while I may go quiet and answer with sounds and/or short sentences-not because I'm upset or anything, but because I need a nap or at least spend some time alone. Still, I always do my best to contribute to conversations and I'm fine with being a listener. I guess it goes without saying that I am a very calm person and while I'm up to almost everything if asked, I'd rather spend time doing activities that don't involve too much socializing due to my anxiety. I am fairly polite and warm even if I'm an introvert because I live by the "Treat people like you want to be treated" motto.

As for the way dress, I always go for something cute. I like dressing up, but not over the top. The real beauty for me lies in simplicty. Most of the time I wear either a dress or a skirt with a sweater when the weather allows me to. I specially like wearing pastel/earth tones. More superficial stuff about myself is that I'm around 4'11ft, kinda chubby and my facial features are often described as "soft" (I'm about as threatening as a hamster, lol). The thing that has been complimented the most about myself is my voice. Some have labeled it as soothing-and, talking about my voice, I'm often asked to speak up because I hate raising my voice

My hobbies are nothing special, tbh. I play videogames, watch shows/movies, sometimes I sing even if I'm not too confident on my voice and I am overall a huge nerd.

Surprisingly enough, I think my love language would be physical touch (though I always mind boundries). It's weird because I don't receive physical affection often, yet when I do I always feel giddy (fun way to say I'm touch starved). My type are guys who like to take the lead since I don't have much iniciative, specially those who stand up for me because I'm the "I asked for something else, but this is nice too so it's okay" kinda gal in every situation. Guess you could say I'm a people pleaser

Other general information about myself is that I am easely overwhelmed by loud noises and bright lights to the point that my head starts hurting if I'm exposed to those for too long. I am also very sensitive/empathetic, gentle, and my head is in the clouds more times than not. I hate conflict and would rather look for a peaceful way to solve it

Aaand that would be all! Hope it's not too much information and no pressure at all! Thank you for taking the time to read 🩷

notes - TONBERRY WRITING?! ANSWERING ASKS ON TUMBLR?!?! THIS IS CRAZY, RIGHT?! Hey anon! I have been on some major hiatus, but suddenly got in the mood to write for a character and your matchup was calling to me! Your patience means the world and I hope I can provide more writing! Let's jump in <3

THE CHARACTER I CHOOSE FOR YOU, DEAR ANON, IS...

ZORO

that gif is hot tee hee

i just really think you two would fit

i dont even really know why lolol, i just read it and was like, yup, she fits with zoro

he's the perfect man to take the lead and protect you and always be by your side

you two love cuddling and taking naps

he needs you in his arms to have the perfect night's sleep

i really like the tone of your writing, anon, it's just so soft and you sound so kind and calm and I think Zoro really thinks that of you too

i think you cool the man down when he gets heated and more often than not, you have to stop an argument between him and that damn cook <3

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2024 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated

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[rainneverstopped]

July 17th 2024, 4:20pm

I’ve been fighting for about three hours with myself about whether or not to go out. I know I should because it’s sunny and it might be fun but I’m so tired and drained. It’s a constant state that I can’t seem to get out of. It’s been months since I wrote a list of places I’d like to go to and still there hasn’t been a single day when I have felt well enough to go. The worst part is that I don’t feel rested if I stay at home and nap. I end up feeling awful but if I go out I’m constantly anxious, guilty over the money spent on public transport and %80 of the times I fight back tears (oftentimes failing) at how incredibly bored I am and how tedious it feels to “go out”. I end up realizing that this country has nothing for me anymore but I don’t have the capacity to leave. My brain also always defaults to going to the same two places because I’m used to it and going to places that I rarely go to and could therefore be more fullfilling require a completely different amount of energy and the uncertainty makes it so that I’m anxious the whole time, planning in my mind how and when to go back home. It’s awful because I’m stuck in this routine that feels safe but leaves me depleted. Some parts of it are less productive and easy than the alternatives that I could go for but because I’m used to it I perpetuate it. This is one of the most annoying parts of my autism. I know better and yet I can’t fight myself. I waste away day after day. Honestly, I think it’s a combination of loads of things. I think being perceived has become too big a challenge. I hate myself and feel disheveled at all times. I know if my hair, nails, teeth, skin were perfect and I had new nice outfits I would be far more likely to go out and I won’t judge myself for it because I also deserve to feel like I’m representing myself in the ways I would like. I feel so over and inferior. I don’t feel a “self” most of the times. I also feel like an absolute outcast in my own community because they are always talking about special interests and autistic joy and hyper focusing on things and learning everything about it and pattern recognition and skills and I have none of that. I have the frustrating sides of it. I can’t focus, my intelligence is average at best, I don’t have encyclopedic knowledge on anything, don’t feel interest or joy most of the times. I’m not particularly creative. I wish there was more visibility for autism like mine. I know I’m not the only one but it’s hard to come out and say it when it’s all showed through a happy filter of “superpower”. Mine isn’t a superpower at all. I feel very impaired by it. Socially, professionally, in my ability to do things day to day, enjoy my life, go out. I have executive dysfunction and my burnout triggers are not things I can avoid or do less of. If anything I should do more. Also as part of the %80 of en employed autistics, I don’t feel very encouraged or hopeful. It stings when I notice others managing and having all these specific, high skill jobs. It’s not that I want them to fail, far from it but I just can’t be like that now. I don’t know if I’ll ever be. It scares me and I don’t feel hope or excitement for the future. I also have been feeling such resentment at the way my social circle treated me as a child (I’m late diagnosed) and not getting validation from them makes me dislike them and not want to talk to them. I don’t think I’ll go out today after all. I’ll hate myself for it but thinking about the subway and putting money in my subway card, the people, getting dressed, I just can’t today. I wish I could. I wish I could decide to do things and do them. I don’t understand how most people go out, do things, are and look put together and enjoy these activities they decide to do. They nurture themselves with them. I find myself drained by them instead. I sincerely can’t make sense of it. It’s so hard to convince myself to go out and the payout is not what it should be but I hate being at home all the time. I don’t know where to go from here.

[grizzledyoungimpact]

A Busy Day

Whumpuary 2024 January 11-12th, 2024 Exhaustion/Blindfolded/Old Injuries Brandon Cutler/Kelani Johnson (OC)/Samoa Joe

Disney days were always her favorite days, but gosh did they tire Kelani Johnson out so badly.

The trip had started out early as most trips usually did. Kelani had wanted so badly to take Brandon and their new partner Joe to her favorite restaurant on property, Ohana, which was conveniently located at the hotel they had managed to book. Brandon and Kelani had both been prepared for an early morning breakfast. Joe, on the other hand, still looked blurry eyed and not put together. Maybe it was the life of a champion, Kelani supposed. As tired as he was, Joe had enjoyed the pineapple coconut bread and the Lapu Lapu drink he had ordered.

After breakfast, which seemed to invigorate Joe, the trio had made it over to Magic Kingdom for park open.

The excitement of the parks always made Kelani's energy buzz. Maybe it was the joy of the character meet and greets. Maybe it was the joy of the rides, be if the exciting romp that was Tron: Lightcycle Run or her favorite ride in the Jungle Cruise. Joe even seemed to enjoy Big Thunder Mountain Railroad and Space Mountain, which made Kelani happy. Brandon had always enjoyed being in the parks, even if his exhaustion usually caught up to him midday. As boring as it was, Kelani usually pulled the duo into the Hall of Presidents just so Brandon could get in a quick nap.

Between snacks and character meets and the rides, Kelani had felt her battering draining and draining until the end of the day.

The trio had managed to get in one post fireworks ride on Seven Dwarves Mine Train before trudging back to the monorail. There they sat, Brandon on one side of Kelani and Joe on the other. She adjusted the floral Minnie ears she wore, the print on the ears themselves reminiscent of the dress Moana wore. One hand played gently with the pin lanyard around her neck and the other gently squeezed Joe's hand. He let out a chuckle and a pressed a kiss to the top of her head, "Rest up, darling."

Kelani stifled a yawn but shook her head, "I'm not sleepy."

"Don't lie to yourself," Joe laughed gently, "you had a full day."

"Wanna get a dole whip at the hotel," Kelani mumbled as she laid her head on Joe's shoulder. She let go of his hand and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "You have a good day?"

"Princess, I had the best day," Joe whispered low in her ear. Next to Kelani, Brnadon let out a deep snore, causing Joe to chuckle, "by the sound of it, so did B."

[0nlinejournal]

10/22/2024 10:33am

Incredibly busy week. Multiple birthdays, pricey matenince on my car, a market, and a pumpkin carving sesh.

Started the weekend (Thursday) off with a small movie night at my coworker’s new house. We watched Holes.

Friday morning I dropped my car off at the mechanic, and by 5pm I was paying $900. Later that evening I was dressed as Megara and making my way to a friend’s house for a costume birthday party. Everyone seemed to be proficiently intoxicated. I’ve actually been getting a little overwhelmed at these larger events recently, so I kept my drunkenness level at a reasonable tipsy. After a few waters and some time I went home. Successfully removed my makeup, and passed out.

The next day (Saturday) we were up early to take my best friend to breakfast for her birthday. We went to a place I’ve never been to before, and I will be going back. After that we took her a town over for some thrifting, but we stumbled upon some town event that blocked off the small downtown area. We walked around, I got her a lemonade, and we made our way to the one store we ended up going to that day. We were incredibly tired after the shop, so we went straight home. Partially to nap, for a few hours later we were at our regular bar for birthday celebrations. It was enjoyable.

Next day (Sunday) I was up earlier than I wanted to be for a market down the street my friend convinced me to vend. If you were to have been outside for just a moment it felt lovely, but sitting outside all day made me irate. I’m not made to sit in the heat. I sold a good bit of things, though. Made around ~$130. I was so ready to be done I left thirty minutes early.

Yesterday (Monday) I went back to work, and then afterward, scrambled to the grocery store to buy pumpkins and pumpkin carving kits with the love of my life, because we were hosting. We all sat on my living room floor surrounded by trash bags filled with pumpkin innards while Over the Garden Wall played on the TV.

I work again today. I am tired.

11:01am