#Bluey leaving a mark

[kashe86]

1. The anti-fun brigade strikes again by taking away something their kids like because of the stupidly archaic “boys are only allowed to like boys things, which involve no girls or girl things ever” ideology.

2. Who tf cares if a dog was “drawn like a boy”??? They’re A DOG and NOT A HUMAN. Do you know how to draw the perfect dog? You DRAW A DOG!

3. I love cattle dogs!! They’re so pretty, clever and have wonderfully mischievous personalities. Ditto for rottie’s, and every other kind of dog that have eyebrow markings.

In every generation there is a chosen one…

[staticcryptic]

hi! can i request something with cg markiplier and a little reader who keeps fooling around while mark is recording, distracting him but staying just off-camera? and eventually he just gives up to give the reader attention and we get some soft fluff? thank you, youre awesome :D

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pairing - markiplier x reader

authors note - idk if I got mark’s speech pattern correct but I tried & hope you like it :3

tags - little!reader, cg!mark, pet names, cg!amy mentioned

Mark adjusts his headset for the fifth time in the hour he’s been recording, glancing over to the side of his filming room where you sit on the floor. There’s a perfectly good beanbag right behind you but you’ve taken to coloring across the floor, your favorite stuffies situated around you in a circle so they can color too.

Mark can’t get himself to focus on the game he’s supposed to be playing, not when you look so cute, and not when you keep flashing him beaming smiles while holding up your drawings. It’s not unusual for you to sit in the same room as Mark as he works while you’re regressed, but Mark has never had this much of an issue with being distracted by you.

Maybe his mind is just preoccupied with other things, maybe it’s the stress catching up with him, or the knowledge that the time he spends recording he could be spending time with you while you’re little- whatever the reason, he can’t keep this up.

“Mark, pst, look.” You mutter as quiet as you can as you know Mark is busy with work and you shouldn’t be bothering him. You just want to show him the drawing you’ve just finished of you stood between him and Amy with Chica and Henry at your feet.

“Very nice, little one.” Mark praises without a thought to how his camera’s still going and this footage will now be unusable. Hopefully he can re-film this all tomorrow, because for now he’s switching his camera off and saving his game.

“Don’t you gotta work?” You ask as Mark makes his way over to sit in front of you.

“It can wait. Do you want to do something aside from coloring?” He reaches to pick up the stack of drawings you’ve made in the hour you’ve been in here, sifting through to see some of them are video game characters, there’s a couple of the dogs, many of you, him, and Amy, and some miscellaneous ones he can’t place but finds cute nonetheless.

“Can we go watch Tv?” An instant nod is all Mark offers before standing and holding his hand out for you, you happily jump to take it and allow him to lead you both towards the living room where the dogs are sleeping on the couch.

“What do you wanna watch?” You both settle into the corner of the couch, Mark opening his arms so you can curl up against his chest, and your legs folding atop his to get as close as humanly possible.

“Mm, Bluey?” A small huff of a laugh leaves Mark but he nods and flips it on. You guys must’ve seen the show all the way through at least three times by now, but if it’s what you want then it’s what you’ll get.

“Thanks Mark.” You say and let your head sleepily lull against his shoulder.

“Course sweetheart.” He’d much rather lay and watch Tv with you than sit at his desk trying to engage in work he could care less about at the moment.

[bigassmoonchild]

The Hearing

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

The first four parts give context, but may not be required for this read.

Summary: Being stuck in hearing sucked. Especially when Price revealed things about yourself you hadn't even known, and now Ghost was unsure of the choices he'd been making.

Content Tags: Separation, Mentions of Violence, Mild Storybuilding, Scenting, Mentions of Possible Pregnancy, Ghost Walking Out, Ghost being Unsure, No Use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: This took me half of The Wolverine, 16 minutes of Hamilton and 12 episodes of Bluey to get through. No sex yet, but if y'all don't want the pregnancy ark do let me know. This series may be coming to an end soon, but that doesn't mean Doc is going away forever. As always, content under the cut and requests are open <3

P.S: I was going to adjust part of this, but I've figured out a way to extend this story a little further, so I'm removing it from being privately posted. My apologies!

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This keeps fucking happening. It took four months before you and Ghost got in trouble again. Instead of having each other, now you were stuck without the other. The rest of the 141 was busy smuggling items between yourself and Ghost, it finally having gotten out that the two of you were mated.

That you were an Omega.

You were removed from training your squad for the time being, currently being investigating for the incident that had happened. Too many times you had seen the same people for hearings. Too many times you were stuck sitting in the same room and looking among the same people.

"Can you explain to us how no one knew that Michael wasn't taking his suppressants?" Was the question posed to you.

You adjusted in your seat, smoothing down the pair of nice pants you'd thrown on and smelling the thick perfume you'd put on to block the distressed scent you'd been throwing off. "No one in the compound is capable of scenting other people, those abilities are blocked with the military grade suppressants we are given. Scents are also dulled with the suppressants, so no one would've been able to tell," you explained. Short and simple, not nearly as scientific as it should've been.

"And you couldn't tell? Being mated means off of suppressants, which means you should've been able to scent him."

"It takes a minimum of two days off suppressants for a scent to begin coming back and another week before the androstenone in an Alphas body to increase dangerously high. I was on leave for three weeks prior to the incident, so I had to have returned back to base at nearly the two week mark," you wanted to see Simon.

You each had a babysitter, swapping out in shifts so neither of you were unattended for more than five minutes. You'd began self-soothing, rubbing the gland on your wrist aggressively against your neck gland, the clothes you were receiving weekly from Price wasn't doing enough.

No matter what, you were still stuck in this god damn hearing. Until you could smell Simon. You spun in your seat, searching the general room for him, watching as he was led forward, taking a seat across the aisle from you.

"Now, Mr. Riley, what caused you to attack Michael?" You were still watching him, only his balaclava to protect his face from those around you. You could just barely see his side-profile, his hardly blinking eyes as he stared down the person questioning him.

He glanced briefly at you. "My Omega was being attacked, I could smell her distress from a few halls down so I was going to find out what was happening. I heard him screaming at her and threatening her life, so I did what I had to to protect her," he answered, no hesitation. They hummed and nodded, glancing at you before looking back to Simon.

God, he smelled so much better than his clothes.

"Doctor, please try and pay attention," you looked down into your lap, giving a small sorry before the hearing proceeded. "What caused Michael to attack you?" At this you had to pause. It all happened so fast and you'd shoved the memory to the back of your head.

"He wanted to get out of the squad, he didn't want a Doctor ordering him around. I assume Mr. Riley said something to him, as he was causing problems with the soldiers covering my squad while I was on leave. He tried to press for information regarding my relationship with the Lieutenant, but I wasn't going to allow him insight he didn't need to know," they were writing everything down, clacking of keyboards and scraping of pens and pencils against paper.

"Do tell us what happened next,"

Looking away, you had to take a deep breath. You could feel the panic setting back in. "I told him that he wouldn't be able to remain in the military or find a new branch if he left. He had too many infractions and I pulled his file to show him, and he lunged for it. Michael was trying to take his file from me, and he could smell I was an Omega. That's when I realized he was going feral," you picked at your fingers, not looking at the group of people as you tried to remember what happened.

They glanced back at their notes, speaking with each other for a moment. "How would you know he was going feral?"

"I have medical documents of my squad. I know when their last heat or rut was, and I decide when they go on leave to ensure they aren't on suppressants for too long that it becomes dangerous, such as what occurred between myself and my Alpha. The androstenone inside an Alpha increases, albeit being dormant, the longer suppressants are taken without a natural rut occurring," you explained. This was the easy part, the things you knew exactly the ins and outs of.

They nodded along with you, fingers still clacking on keyboards as you explained.

"Once someone stops taking suppressants, the androstenone becomes active again. The longer they go without the rut, the more that become active. If they don't rid themselves of the androstenone, it'll force them into ferality to keep the increasing hormones from severely hurting them," they interrupted you for a moment.

"What does ferality do for the Alpha?"

"It ensures that they mate with the nearest Omega in or out of heat to naturally expel the androstenone. If they don't, their rut gets worse and they begin to have different areas of the brain shut down until they are no more than an animal, looking for the next thing to breed," you explained. "Most cases are euthanized, to ensure they don't suffer for long," you added, ensuring they would understand why it was so dangerous.

You had zoned out once they began talking with Simon again. His scent was washing over you every now and again as the AC unit blew cooler air into the room. This room had no windows and was in the middle of the building so they installed AC's for the stifling summer, which meant scents were wafting around with each other and mixing.

But Simons? It was amazing, being able to get it damn near straight from the source. You were waiting for all of this to be over so you could crawl into your nest with Simon. Your heat had been due a week ago, but with the proceedings dragging on you had been far to stressed for your body to allow it to happen.

And you could feel it building within you. You were exhausted all the time, eating more and building a larger nest, moving things in your room around. Now that you had your Alpha near you, you could feel your mind slowly slipping away from you.

You had to think harder, trying to remember how long ago your heat was and when you had to expect it. To be honest, you didn't really want to think that hard right now. You were still exhausted, you didn't get much sleep, considering you'd been without your Alpha for weeks now.

"That should wrap today up, we'll reconvene tomorrow. Same time and location, we'll review what we have learned from you two and Michael and give you our final decision in one week. For now, you two will stay separated and we'll have people watching to ensure you don't meet up," you wanted to argue. So badly, you wanted to tell them that he was your Alpha and he was supposed to be with you.

Even then, you knew that they wouldn't rescind their decision. You watched as Simon was led out, giving you one more look before leaving.

"Listen, kid, I'm really sorry," Price leaned in next to you, whispering as you waited for Simon to get far enough away that you could leave as well without possibly getting in trouble. "I know another week is going to be hard on you," he looked away.

You sighed, leaning back. "It's no harder than the first few weeks mated to him. The only problem is my heat isn't coming and I'm past due," he gave you a weird look before nodding with you.

Standing up, he gestured for you to follow him. You stood and followed him out, allowing him to lead you back to your room. It stayed quiet between the two of you, you figured he was deep in thought and you were just thinking about the nap you were gonna take in your nest.

Quite the exciting life you held now, being stuck back in hearings. You could only do paperwork and most of the work for the week you'd finish right away. It was so boring, the task force only being able to come by every now and again.

When you walked in, he handed you a bag. You looked down and back up at him, brows furrowed. Price gave you a smile and walked back out, the door shutting behind him. You sat on your bed, running your hands down your face and sighing deeply.

You reached into the bag, pulling out another of Simons hoodies. The amount you had at this point made you wonder if he had any left, just about the entirety of your nest was made out of his shirts and hoodies. The scents on some of them were fading, but you didn't remove them just yet.

Without him to be in the nest with you, the scents were fading quicker and quicker. You hated it. You had grown accustomed to having him scenting you at night and before he had to leave in the morning, him remarking your gland every now and again when you were able to.

Moving to throw the bag in the bag of bags, you felt something move inside it with your movements. Setting it back down, you opened it to look inside.

A pregnancy test.

"Price!" You shouted, his office door slamming open. You were heaving, having run straight to his office after finding his last little gift. "What the hell?"

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was talking to my own Omega and they mentioned giving you one. A lot of the symptoms you'd been mentioning had lined up with their own pregnancy. You don't have to use it, obviously, I just figured you'd want it," you stopped to think.

How had you been exhibiting all the signs of a pregnant Omega and yet you'd been unable to recognize it? You were a bloody biologist, so you'd already known exactly what the signs were. Intense nesting urges, increased eating, increased amounts of sleep.

Jesus, were you pregnant? Maybe you should take the test, just to be sure. Price opened his mouth to say something before shaking his head and going back to his paperwork. You were going to pester him about what he was going to say, but you didn't.

"You could get this hearing pushed off if you're pregnant. They'll consider it an Alpha protecting his pup. You didn't hear this from me,"

The next day Simon was back where he'd been sitting, in the back of the hearing room waiting for them to call him forward. He could see you, some rows ahead of him. Your scent had become more delectable to him over the last few weeks, even if he hadn't been able to smell you directly.

The rest of the task force was playing a dangerous game, smuggling items between the two of you. He knew that, if caught, they could be put on a probationary leave and investigated to figure out if it was more than just items.

Simon watched as you stood from your seat, hands folded in front of you. He could smell you better than when you'd been sitting, the scent sweetening to something he couldn't explain.

All he wanted to do was scent mark you and hold you in your nest, maybe find you some food and feed you. What the hell was up with him? He'd been stalking as close to your room as he could get, snarling at every Alpha who walked near.

"I haven't made you aware yet, but I have been in for a pregnancy test," everyone went silent and Simons eyes widened. "The results should be coming in another day or two, depending on who will be finalizing them. I'd like to request that the current predicament be pushed back so my mate and I can speak about possibilities," he watched as the group leading the hearing leaned together to speak and his eyes never left you.

He could smell your distress from where he was, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Pregnant? He thought you'd been on birth control, even if it you'd still gone through your heats.

To be honest, Simon was terrified. A father? Him? All he could do was walk out, even if he heard his name come from you and your scent changing sharply. Winding through the halls, he found himself walking outside with a cigarette lit, the slight burn as he inhaled the smoke.

Neither of you had talked about this. You'd been mated for a few months, not even hitting a year yet and prior to that you'd only spoken professionally. He knew you, but you hadn't even shared a room yet.

Was he wrong? For biting you, when neither of you had agreed upon being mated. For getting the two of you in that situation in the first place, he should've been the one who had gone and swept the building to make sure everyone was safe.

Simon knew exactly where his life would be had the two of you not been stuck in that situation. He'd never imagined his life moving this way and it terrified him. He was almost... regretting the choices he'd made.

Regretting mating with you.

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[pinkthrone445]

-Let it burn to the ground- Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:fluf, Mel being soft, soft, love, hurt

Warnings:Mention about past trauma, fires, injuries, insults

Summary:Melissa lets the fire of love consume her when she meets the new chief of the fire station, but happiness can't last forever, specially if you are insecure.

Well, that was awkward. That's how it felt to have to go downstairs to go to the movies with your family. Your little boy was excitedly waiting for you, jumping up and down, while your sisters and mother gave you that "we know what you were doing" look, especially when they looked at how red your neck was from the recent mark the redhead had made on you.

While no one said anything, your family definitely found out that you were dating the elementary school teacher and that you were definitely having sex together.

That was the first time Mel knew your house, and from that day forward, it was common for you to spend time together there or at her house. Even Chris had grown accustomed to having her around.

You especially loved to listen to the things they talked about when they thought you weren't listening, you didn't know if it was because how easy it was for Mel to be with kids, but your son loved being with her and that was rare to happen.

After school you had invited Mel home to spend some time together, so your son was very excited, he loved that she was there

-"Mel, Mel, Mel!" - Your child was jumping up and down as he pulled the redhead's hand to take her to his room and show her everything he had there

-"Chris be gentle! Mel is tired after work and you are being rough" - You commented, leaving the bags and coats in their places while you listened as the redhead laughed

-"Yes mama!" - The little guy answered and started gathering things in the room to show her - "This is my favorite book, and this is my favorite teddy bear, and this is my favorite pillow, and this is my favorite night lamp, and this my favorite car, and my favorite pair of socks because they are very lucky and help my win at games, this is my favorite block of cheese, and my favorite doll, and my favorite ball..."-You could hear them chatting as you walked up the stairs

-"And do you have a favorite jacket? I have one and is blue" - Mel continued the conversation and you stared from the door at the interaction. Your child picked up a hulk jacket and put it on smiling

-"This is mine!" - Your son jumped up and down making Mel laugh-"We should wear our favorite jackets for school tomorrow!" - He commented excitedly and Mel smiled tenderly

-"I would love that" - The redhead comment and you smiled

-"Baby you have to do your homework, come on" - You commented from the door and he sighed sadly

-"But I want to be with Mel..."-He whispered with sad eyes

-"What if while you do your homework, I make you something nice to eat and then we watch your favorite show together?"- Mel offered, and your son nodded, smiling, running into the living room for his backpack.

You stared at the redhead smiling and gave her a short kiss on her lips

-"Thank you" - You whispered and went down to the kitchen with her.

While Mel cooked, you helped your son with his homework. An amazing aroma started coming out of the kitchen after a few moments, and by the time you two finished homework, the food was ready.

Your child put away his school stuff and sat down on the carpet excited to see the plate of pasta that Mel was placing in front of him

-"Thank you Mel!" - He commented excitedly and his little eyes sparkled when he saw you put his favorite cartoon on the TV, Bluey. You usually wouldn't let him watch TV at lunchtime, but you both promised cartoons if he did his homework.

When you tasted your dish, you couldn't help let out a soft moan because of how delicious it was, with a smile you rested your hand on the redhead's knee squeezing gently

-"You and your amazing hands" - You muttered with your mouth full and she blushed softly at your comment looking you intensely in the eyes

-"Mel!" - Your son screamed, bringing the redhead's mind back to reality

-"Yes kiddo?"- The older one asked, looking away from you to him as your hand remained on her knee

-"I want a sister, like Bluey has a sister, but mom told me she can't have kids if she is alone" - Your son commented, looking attentively at the eldest - "Now that you are home more often with us, would you have a baby with my mom so I have someone to play?" - You knew your son's question was one of pure innocence, but you couldn't help but choke with the food as you listened to him

-"Chris..."-You said between some coughs because you were choking a little, Mel took your hand smiling and decided to answer giving you time to calm down

-"Chris...Those things take some time and some work... But in the meantime I'll be your friend to play with, I'll come every time you need and want and I'll even play with at school if you want, would you like that?" - The redhead responded, handling the situation surprisingly well

-"Yes... But promise you would think about it too?" - Your son whispered and you nodded a little less nervously, caressing the redhead's hand-"Thank you" - Your child, happy with the answer, went back to watching his cartoons.

After finishing the meal and putting on his pajamas, the two of you took your son to bed

-"Mom, can we read a story?"-Your child asked, and you nodded-"I would like the the little alien one please... And I want Mel to read my story if she can" - He whispered a little embarrassedly and you looked at Mel and she nodded looking for the book on the shelf. The redhead read him the story doing every voice and interpretation of the characters. Even when your child had fallen asleep hugging his teddy bear, she continued reading until she finished it. Then you kissed the little boy's forehead and she snuggled him with the blankets.

Silently, the two of you walked out of the room holding hands and pulled the door of the room slightly closed.

-"I'll go home before it gets more late" - The redhead whispered and came over to kiss you, but you gently shook your head

-"You don't want to stay overnight?..."-You asked and she looked at you confused, she had never stayed at your house when Chris was there

-"But Chris..."-She whispered and you smiled hugging her waist

-"He is not dumb... He knows we are more than friends even if you don't sleep here..."-You whispered and she smiled looking at your lips, trying not to let you notice the feeling of butterflies in her stomach

-"And if we are not friends, what are we?" - she whispered close to your lips and you smiled

-"Nothing yet..."-You muttered, and the redhead's smile disappeared-"But I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend while we cuddle in bed" - You whispered and gave her a little kiss making her laugh

-"Yes... I would love that, I would love the cuddles and I would love to be your girlfriend" - She murmured and you laughed lifting her up and hugging her, she immediately wrapped her legs around your hip, and then kissed you gently while you went to the room.

You got used to her presence and so did your son, Mel filled a very big void that you hadn't noticed was there. Honestly, she gave you everything you didn't know was missing and needed.

You thought she would be the new love of your life because of how perfect everything was and how perfect she was with your son, you had even been thinking about proposing to live together, but it all fell apart on one fateful day...

After 5 months dating the redhead, a very difficult date arrived for you, it was the 3rd anniversary of your husband's death and to make everything more complicated, the state decided to hold a party on his honor to raise funds for the fire station.

It was already difficult to remember him all the time and have to live with his absence, but this party was like being at the cemetery to bury him all over again, everyone would tell you how sorry they were for your loss, how they missed him, how excellent he was as a person and as a firefighter and blah blah blah, you didn't wanted to go through that again.

Even though you didn't want to go, the state insisted, and they forced you to give a speech on his honor, thank heavens Mel agreed to go with you to help you get through the night and to help you take care of Chris. You didn't know if you would have endured it all alone.

A sigh left your lips when you saw your reflection in the mirror, you were wearing a blue ball gown and you looked amazing, as the dress reached the floor and you had heels it made you look taller and refined. But as much as you looked amazing, you felt very sad and tired, you had been crying a lot the night before

A pair of arms hugged your waist and you could see in the reflection the redhead smiling at you and resting her chin on your shoulder, you smiled faintly at her

-"You look amazing..."-she whispered softly

-"Look who is talking, that dress is perfect, like you"-You answered and she hugged you tighter, even though you were smiling, she could see the sadness in your eyes

-"Mama! Let's goo, I'm ready and I'm hungry!" - Your son screamed with excitement entering your room, he didn't really understand what the party was for, the only thing that excited him was knowing that there would be food.

Once Melissa, your son, and you arrived at the party, the noise of the music and the amount of people immediately overwhelmed you, contributing to your nerves and sadness. You wouldn't let go of your son's hand and Mel wouldn't let go of yours. The number of reporters and photographers surprised you and made you more nervous.

Once everyone mingle and ate, it was your turn to speak, which you didn't want to do it but you had to.

Chris sat at the table with Mel as he ate fruit that the redhead had dipped in chocolate for him.

With trembling steps you went up to the stage and took the microphone that the presenter handed you. One of the reasons you didn't want to give the speech is because you knew that nothing you would say would be enough to honor his memory. Your heart was beating so fast and hard, so much so that you could almost hear it in your own ears. A thousand eyes were on you, anxiously awaiting your words in honor of your husband. When you brought the microphone to your mouth, everything you had planned to say was erased from your memory, so you decided to improvise and speak honestly

-"Good evening everyone... Thank you for being here tonight and for your generous donations to the fire department, also thank you for dressing so nicely to honor this special occasion... Many know that only an occasion like this can make me dress this fancy "-You joked and heard some laughs-" While this night is prepared for us to enjoy, it is also a night of honoring the memory of my husband, and not only him, but all of our fallen comrades... Many of us here know how hard this work really is, how hard the losses of our co-workers or our partners are and how hard is to lose people that we couldn't save... We know it's a sacrificial work, but we also know that it's a rewarding work when we manage to save a family or reunite someone that the person though they had lost... Unfortunately, sometimes we only can exchange the life of a colleague of ours to save a person's... In this speech, I was supposed to talk about what my husband was like... Everyone here or most got to know how funny and brave, how strong and how empathetic he was to others. But it was one thing to know him as a co-worker and another as a husband and father. I had the opportunity, the privilege to get to know him in every aspect of his life and to spend the most important moments of live by his side...- Mel watched the way you spoke, how your eyes sparkled and a tender smile threatened to peek in while you talk-"I remember the first time I saw him in the academy, the skinniest of all the people there, but that never slow him down, he became the best of us... I remember our first hard call together, he was never afraid to help others, he was the first one to offer to help... I remember when we got married, he looked for all the people we saved together to be there to throw rice at us... I remember when he found out he was going to be a father, I never saw someone crying so much out of happiness... I remember seeing him being the strongest even when he felt week... He took care of us, not just me, the whole station like it was his real family... I remember the many times he save our life's talking tough decisions and I specially remembered the time he saved my life even if that cost his... I remember him every day and I feel the void he left behind every second, a void so big that I still doubt if some day I'll complete again... So please, let's raise our cups in honor of him and all the firefighters that save our lives every day, and in honor of all the families that support us in our jobs, even with the fear of loosing the ones they love... Thank you for honor their memories and thank you all again for coming..."-You ended your speech with a lump in your throat and wanting to cry, as you came down from the stage a round of applause was heard throughout the room, even though you felt it far behind for how overwhelming everything was.

Mel listened intently throughout your speech and even clapped her hands when you came off the stage, but she couldn't help the stomachache that caused her to hear you talk about him like that.

As you came off the stage your son ran into your arms and you picked him up hugging him to calm down, the redhead kissed your cheek softly

-"I'll go for some drinks" - she whispered and you nodded. As she walked, she felt worse and worse remembering every word you'd said, the love in your eyes...

-"Ohhh... Look who is here..."-Captain Rob, Melissa's Former Lover, spoke standing next to her, the smell of alcohol could be felt in him, the redhead rolled her eyes looking at him. She was about to answer him in a rude way when at the corner of her eye she saw how a girl hugged you tight and attached you to her body, her hand was dangerously close to your lower back. Melissa knew that what was happening to her before was just jealousy because of how you talked about your husband, but it wasn't justified to feel jealous of a dead person, but when she saw how that woman hugged you, it was the perfect opportunity to fight over jealousy...

Melissa hugged Rob with great affection, especially when she saw how you stopped talking to the woman and approached her. Rob, drunk as he was, took the opportunity to contour the redhead's body with his hands and she let him.

Your face became completely serious when you watched the scene, you politely asked one of your coworkers if she could take care of your son for a few seconds, and walked up to the redhead raising an eyebrow

-"Am I interrupting?" - You commented in a serious voice looking at the two of them, the redhead turned around leaving her back close to him but looking at you

-"Yes, as always" - He said but you kept your eyes on her

-"Not at all... We were just saying hi..."-Mel replied and you crossed your arms, disgusted to see his hands on her waist

-"Hi? That looks like a lot more..."-You responded gritting your teeth

-"It was the same way that you said hi to that girl a few minutes ago..."-Melissa replied annoyed. In truth, the jealousy that your husband caused her was present from day one and by not saying anything about it, it had grown and damaged her inside, and now she was using any stupid reason to make a huge fuss and fight with you

-"She just hug me... His hands were almost in your ass...and you were letting him..." - You responded trying not to raise your voice

-"Her hands were almost in your ass too! And you seemed to be enjoying it..."-The redhead moved away from him a little to face you

-"What the hell are you talking about?! What the hell is going on?" - You asked with a frown

-"You! That's what is going on, you and your stupid obsession with your husband, he is dead! It's time to face it!" - Melissa's words came out of her mouth before she could slow them down or process them, she immediately covered her mouth with her hands. And there it was after many months together, that cold stare again, that was always for everyone one, but never to her... But now, was for her, and she could only blame herself.

-"Oh wow... You could have said that any day, but you had to choose the day of his death anniversary to say it, knowing how hard this day it is for me... And for your information, the girl that hugged me was my ex sister in law, one of the only people here that really understands me right now"-Mel wanted to go back in time when she heard you say that-"Please get out of here... And I know you got here with me, but leave, tell him to take you home or take an Uber, I don't fucking care..."-You responded in the most serious way possible, you seemed like a machine without feelings even though inside you were falling apart

-"But..."-She tried to talk but you interrupted her

-"You know what? You better stay here, dance and go fuck each other in some dark corner, I don't fucking care... I'm the one going home, I hope to never see you again Melissa" - You muttered spitting venom and turned to go get your son and leave the redhead and the party behind.

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

⋆✮spn convention story time✮⋆

aka: the time i went to a supernatural convention and left with a new religion, five spinal readjustments from jared padalecki, and lifelong emotional damage.

i know, i know. y'all been waiting, and i've let you down, so for that i am so sorry. but i'm here now, ready to deliver. so strap (on heheh) in, and get a snack or something because it's time for me to tell y'all all about the con.

thursday: pilgrimage begins i rolled up to the birmingham hilton metropole like a tiny, caffeinated prophet dragging a suitcase full of outfits and deeply repressed feelings for sam winchester. while i was checking in (barely keeping it together), mark sheppard walked in behind me like the physical embodiment of sarcasm and sin. crowley himself. i peeked. i fled. i ironed my blouses like i was preparing for judgment day.

later, i went to the “newbie meetup,” which turned out to be the kindest little cult you’ve ever met. i got paired with kim, who instantly became my convention fairy godparent. they told me everything—con etiquette, survival tips, layout of the hotel, emotional buffer strategies. literal angel. castiel has got nothing on kim.

then someone named kaia pulled out a bag and said “lucky dip.” i pulled a tiny black duck with green eyes and a red handprint. they gasped. apparently i’d pulled the rarest duck of all—the dean duck. my very first duck. my precious. i gave it to kim, who didn’t have a dean yet after three years of attending. they were so touched they gave me a bracelet in return. i almost cried.

we played supernatural trivial pursuit after that. i wasn’t gonna join in at first, but slowly i started answering questions. before i knew it i was being dragged into the circle like i’d been chosen by god. turns out i know far more than i should. my brain is full of lore. i am a weapon.

at the end, kaia told me to look around the hotel for more ducks because they made sams, crowleys, castiels, and some others. i said that i gave my dean to kim because it's the only one they needed to complete the collection... kaia reaches back into their duck-bag... pulls me out their last dean duck and puts it in my hands, tells me that i am such a nice person for doing that, and that they can't let me leave without a dean.

after that, i went out for a cigarette. mark sheppard was outside. so was billy moran. i made a joke. mark laughed. i floated upstairs. this was just day one.

friday: initiation woke up to a text from kim. we went out for snacks and ice lollies like gremlins. came back to the hotel to find it absolutely heaving—registration had opened early. as a gold ticket holder i got to skip the queue (thank god), but kim didn’t. i waited with them anyway because loyalty comes before lanyards.

when i picked up my autographs, a staff guy told kim they could stick with me for the rest of the weekend because i was new and nervous and, apparently, adorable. free pass unlocked.

then came the gold/platinum table talks. we sat at round tables while the guests made their way around to chat with us for ten minutes at a time. we met:

⋆ mark sheppard (hell king energy) ⋆ ruth connell (ethereal) ⋆ julian richings (death personified) ⋆ matt frewer, lisa berry, samantha smith, alicia witt ⋆ and finally... osric chau, who i vibed with on a molecular level

we talked about insomnia, toddlers, bluey, and jiu jitsu. he said he didn’t believe i had a four-year-old. i told him i did. we laughed. he told me he watches bluey even after his nephews go to bed. i forgave him for being too pure. i hogged his time and honestly? i regret nothing. i went to bed floating.

saturday: ascension woke up at 6am. practically a lie-in. got showered, got dressed, and headed straight to my first op: osric.

as soon as i walked around the partition, he beamed and said “hey, it’s you! sleeping better without the four-year-old, huh?” i nearly died. we took the photo. i grinned so hard my face hurt.

then came ruth, who is genuinely too pretty for this earth. she looks like stained glass and fairy wine. she said hello and i blacked out.

then… the wait for jared. i queued for an hour and forty minutes. worth every damn second. when i got to the front, he looked down at my thigh tattoos and said “oh! those are so cool!” and i, like a complete idiot, said “you’re so cool.” he laughed. held out his arms. said “can i hug you?” i nodded. “yes please.” he hugged me like he meant it. i melted.

later, during autographs, he remembered me again. asked me about my tattoos. i told him one was for sam and one was for dean, and that i’d be a pretty useless meatsuit since a demon would have to take off both legs to possess me. he laughed.

then he said: “i hope they didn’t hurt too much.” and for reasons known only to god and my self-sabotage, i replied: “oh no, i’ve got a really high pain tolerance.” he made a face. you know the one. i wanted to die. kim tried to reassure me. i could still hear the face. i was haunted.

sunday: full possession woke up shaking. first op was mark sheppard, and i was shaking so bad he literally asked if i was okay. i said yes, like a liar.

next: misha. i asked, “do you mind if i stand the other side of you?” he smirked. smirked. gestured for me to come around. wrapped his arm around me. after the photo? he winked. i skipped out of the room. i was dizzy. misha winked at me. i needed to sit down forever.

then came jared, round two: redemption arc. i walked in. he smiled so wide. “it’s you again! how are you?” i took a breath. “i need to apologise for yesterday.” he tilted his head. “what for?” i said, “because i told you i had a high pain tolerance, and then spent all night thinking, why the fuck did i brag about that to jared padalecki?” he burst out laughing. told me, “you have nothing to apologise for! i thought it was funny!” then asked, “can i hug you again?” i nodded. he hugged me so tight my back cracked in three places. it was euphoric.

after that, we got more autos. osric chatted with me like we were old friends. asked about my job. i said tattooing and music. he asked where he could listen. i told him my insta. he said “follow me and message me.” i blacked out. he hugged both kim and i. we are now spiritually married. he also followed me back!!!!!

we watched "a good idea" live, and misha broke me. i laughed, i cried, i dissolved. he is a genius. i left my body again.

epilogue: i am not the same i left that convention with:

⋆ 6 photo ops ⋆ 7 autographs ⋆ 1 dangerously soft wink ⋆ an accidental pain brag ⋆ osric chau’s blessing ⋆ and confirmation that jared padalecki hugs like a chiropractor with a vengeance

if you’re thinking of going to a con: do it. be cringe. be weird. collect ducks. make friends. brag about your pain tolerance to your fave and then spiral about it. it’s sacred.

if you read all this: i love you. we are bonded now. see you at the next one <3

[eternallynocturnalvessel]

I cooked this up while watching muppets haunted mansion and now I feel like Walter white

Picture me this:

Castiel and Gaberiel are seen watching TV on the couch as Sam and Dean walk in, they think nothing of it until they hear sobbing and get worried. The walk in there to find the angels sobbing over BLUEY(modern AU bc uh huh), Sam is confused and tries to ask what's going on, Dean is fighting back fierce laughter and failing terribly. Cas and Gabe aren't fans of the teasing and make them watch it with them, an hour later Bobby enters the room and is met by four crying dumbasses.

And then for fun Dean turns on Dora the explorer and leaves, a few minutes later he hears yelling, Gabe's losing his fucking mind because Dora won't fucking look behind her and Castiel is sitting on the couch in confusion of how she can be so oblivious.

This would happen, mark my fuckin words-

[sumjirel]

The Magicada family ref!!

Finally managed to finish some rough designs of Ray's family :'D

From left to right they are

Edmond - Ray's Dad

Ray's Mom

Ray's uncles

(I still have to decide on some of their names T-T)

And Ray's Siblings

Luke

Maggie

Raymond (just for reference)

Lili

Damian

Individual character close-ups below + rambles about some design details

Now if you excuse me I'm gonna ramble a bit about fun little details about their designs :'D

Ray's mom's cardigan is the same one that he wears in other artworks like:

This one

It was given to him as one of the last gifts before his mom passed away

He only uses it when he's at home or around people he really trusts since he doesn't wanna risk damaging it

It also brings him comfort when he's feeling down

Same thing with the uncles jacket and goggles:

They are the same ones that Ray uses for the majority of the story

They were given to him right before he had to leave home to be mentored by Teca

Now some details about Maggie's design:

Maggie has a condition that some members of their species have, where they don't fully develop their marks (such as the ones on their ears and nose) and hair and/or eye coloration.

Her condition is more on the mild side, so only parts of her hair and marks didn't develop their coloration fully.

(This would be a nod to the last molting process that the periodical cicadas go through when they reach adulthood)

Another detail is her blue eyes, it's a rare mutation where instead of the eyes developing the characteristic red coloration they instead turn out either a more beige, grey, or bluey-ish color.

(Similar to how some periodical cicadas have been registered to have had that rare eye mutation)

Some details about Damian's design:

He has some references to the character of Damian from the Bat Family

Aside from the name, it is also through both the bat-themed accessories and the color of his poncho that roughly mimics the colors of his Robin suit

I also thought it would be a fun detail if I made Damian's character a really big fan of bats :,,)

Lastly, a minor note about Damian's and Lili's designs in regards to their white hair and eyes.

In their species, their eye and hair coloration develops throughout their childhood up until they reach the age of 17-18, as their hair and eyes turn from white to a dark brown and reddish color, respectively.

(This would also be a nod to the different developmental stages of a cicada's life cycle more specifically the nymphal and fully developed adult stages, and how it goes from a lighter beige-like color when they're in the nymph stage to the black and orange colors in the adult stage)

OC rambles over :,)

[weirdcreaturefeed]

Weird Creature of the Day: Red Triangle Slug

Thank you for the wonderfully positive response yesterday! Today we're checking out Triboniophorus graeffei!

Red triangle slugs are a common air-breathing slug found along the east coast of Australia. They are considered part of the Athoracophoridae family, also called the leaf-veined slug family. Measuring up to 15 cm/5.9 in, they are Austalia's largest native land slug!

Like most slugs, they love damp spaces such as forests, shrublands, gardens, and, on occasion, your bathroom. They primarily eat algae off of eucalyptus trees, and also sometimes mold, if they're visiting your home. You'll know if this guy has recently had lunch by the telltale circular marks their radula (mouth) leaves behind.

The iconic jaunty red triangle around their breathing pore reminds me of 80s/90s fashion and/or bowling alley carpet. And! It matches the red edge they have around their foot-- very fashion-forward. They don't develop this pattern until adulthood.

Some individuals have markings that are more red or orange, and their main body may be yellow, grey, white, pink, red, or even green. Research is still being done to determine if these variations merit classifying them into separate species.

While they may be considered common, red triangle slugs have one hell of a defense mechanism that sets them apart from other common slugs. While all slugs secrete a slippery mucus that helps them slide around, red triangle slugs can ALSO secrete a highly adhesive mucus that can pin predators down, sometimes for days at a time! Perhaps you will not find her common now!

Coincidentally, this slug lives in the same place that the fictional cartoon dog Bluey does (Brisbane).

[wordsofvelvet]

PHBC Deleted Scene: Chapter 7

The idea was Red slipped after theyd gone to bed and Chloe wakes up.

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Chloe felt incredibly disappointed when she woke up in the middle of the night to find the other side of her bed empty.

After she’d brought Red back to her place, she had set the girl up with a shower and loaned her some pajamas while she made them a nice home cooked meal that Red had scarfed down so quickly Chloe had been worried the girl was going to choke.

Afterwards of course Chloe had made good on her promise and the redhead got to happily munch away on some cookies while Chloe decided they should watch a movie.

She’d put on something random that they hardly paid attention to as they chatted and cracked jokes about what was on the screen throughout its duration, and then Chloe had worked on some homework while Red had borrowed a pen and some paper to spend some time sketching.

Chloe was blown away by the girl’s talent and was ecstatic when the redhead told her she could keep her drawings, making the redhead blush yet again.

Eventually it got late enough for Chloe to convince Red to stay the night and they two climbed into Chloe’s bed where they both were able to drift off into sleep pretty quickly.

Now she was frowning through the dark as her hand ran across the now cold surface of where Red had been laying and as she worried about whether or not the rebel was staying warm.

She froze when she heard some soft rustling coming from her living room.

Warily, the bluenette crept across her room and down the hall towards the sound and peaked her head around the corner to finally sigh in relief when she spotted the messy head or red hair behind the couch.

“Red? What are you doing?” The girl turned her head and even through the dark room with only the soft glow of city lights bleeding through the curtains, she was instantly able to recognize the innocent look in her wide gaze.

“Bluey!” The girl exclaimed happily as the taller girl came closer, walking around her couch to finally see what the girl had in her lap.

It was her notebook that held her homework that she’d finished last night. The girl had the same pen she’d been drawing with the night before clenched in her fist as she scribbled across the open pages of her work.

Chloe ran her hands through her own hair as she took a calming breath and reminded herself that the girl didn’t currently know any better and thus, she couldn’t get mad.

“Red honey, can I have that please?” She asked sweetly, gently taking the pen and notebook away from her as she noticed the pen marks that were now going up and down her arms as well. “Oh Sweetie, come here.”

After she set aside the other stuff she reached down and lifted the Little off the couch to carry her back into her room where she set her gently on the bed.

Red whined at being set down but Chloe gently shushed her telling her to stay put while she went into her bathroom to wet a washcloth with a little bit of soap and warm water before going back to the bed.

She pulled Red into her lap much to the girl’s delight and got to work carefully trying to wash the ink smudges off her skin without rubbing her arm raw.

“Red Sweetie, do you think you can tell me what you were doing out of bed? It’s really late for Littles to not be sleeping.”

“Red widdwe, sposed ta fin’ Bb.” The toddler slowly brought up her hand that Chloe wasn’t actively working on cleaning to stick her fingers in her mouth as she watched the rag that was wiping at her other arm.

“Oh honey, Bb wants you to go to her when you're Little because it’s not safe for a Little outside on the streets, but you’re safe here with me, so I think she’d rather you stay put if you're Little and already with me or Ella, does that make sense?”

The blank stare she gave Chloe told the bluenette that she didn’t understand.

“Okay how can I put this… Sweetheart being with Bb, Elly, or Bluey is safe, but leaving on your own when Little is not. If you want your Bb I can take you to her, but you shouldn’t be wandering off on your own. Do you understand?” She finished with her first arm and moved to clean the second one, finding it slightly more difficult to do while the toddler had her fingers in her mouth.

“Red s’ay wif Bluey?”

[hxlda-hxlda]

uh oh: excerpt

(for the wip tags, an excerpt from my doc entitled 'uh oh'):

“Dad.” 

Remus looked up from the paper he was marking. His six year old was stood at the entrance to the little nook Remus had claimed as his office years ago. Teddy wore a steadfast look, severe in its solemn intensity. Remus had long ago learned that such solemnity could entail a conversation from ‘hey Dad, where did mum go?’ to ‘hey Dad, why are leaves green?’ to ‘hey dad, can we watch Bluey?’ 

The kid had range. As most kids tended to have.  

“Yes, Teds?” Remus glanced down quickly, finishing his scrawling in red ink over the essay he was marking. He crossed his final ‘t’. He looked up again. 

“I want a braid tomorrow.” The boy, still utterly somber, reached up a little hand and tugged it through his bronze hair, lingering at the faded blue tips. Down, as it was now, the locks hovered at shoulder length.  

Remus refrained from a heavy sigh. Braids were hard, time consuming. Remus had to be at the university for an early class tomorrow. Braiding would make a tight time frame even tighter. 

He considered his options. Those being: say no and deal with the look of utter devastation, or fucking figure it out before tomorrow morning. 

“I think a braid would be lovely, pup.” 

Teddy nodded once, letting his hand fall away from his hair. “I think so too,” he said, maintaining his somber expression. “I’m going to go outside now, Lily said she found a new lizard this morning, and I wanna see it.” 

“Not past her house though, remember?” 

Teddy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I remember. I’m just gonna look at the bug, don’t worry, Dad.” 

“Tell them we’ll be over for dinner tonight.” 

“Okay!” 

Remus turned back to the paper, already heavily marked in red scribbles that were legible, thank you very much, you just had to squint sometimes. He pushed it to the side, setting his laptop in its place. 

And into in the Youtube search bar, Remus typed: 

Hair braiding for beginners...

[kawaii-butt-crust-core]

Random HB headcanons / thoughts I guess

(tw for some sexual mentions and cursing )

Mammon fucking HATES jingle bell rock

Asmodeus sending fizz "send this to someone you love!" Type of videos and fizz sends shit like this

Just the thought that asmodeus ( the embodiment of lust ) believes love is not love without consent is honestly a great detail

Also thinking about how fizzarolli has eyebags

Millie can use a bow and arrowwwww

I think the human versions of blitzø and his family are indigenous, idk the nose and the skin tone, it might be a long shot but I like the idea yk

Also love seeing indigenous characters

Stolas loving outer space that's canon right

Imagine him as a kid just reading a shit ton of books about space and in any occurrence it's brought up now you know how the universe is going to end

Blitzø: I just need space-

Stolas: SPACE???????

I think after Octavia gets out of her super angsty teenager phase ( do not come after me I know it's more than an angsty "mom leave me alone I wanna be famous" thing, I'm kidding ) she would really like indie music

Like indie rock if that makes any sense

" with ♥️ from Ozzie " ON EVERYTHING OZ GIVES FIZZ URGAJF

I'm sorry but there neeeeeddsss to be more Millie appreciation

I kinda wish there was an episode that centers around her yk ?

Do you think imps nipples are white too like scars and freckles or am I weird

Ozzie posting on everything " YES THE RUMORS ARE TRUE THIS IS MY FUCKING SOULMATE" because for some reason there was a lot of controversy and debate if it was real or not

Then next to it it's a picture of him and fizz

People were PISSED

I thought mamom was played by bluey's dad bandit if I'm being completely honest I'm so sorry

Millie is spider man moxxie is hello kitty

Stella likes soup. What is she eating now? Oh some fucking soup. What's wrong with her icecub- SHE FROZE THE SOUP TO MAKE ICE CUBES-

Loona has a very bad picking at her skin habit, not really with her face but with her legs and arms ( human form obviously )

I LOVE HOW MUCH BLITZØ LOVES LOONA IM SORRYYYY

Fizz posting " FUCK ALL OF YOU" on all of his socials , deleting everything ( especially the sexually explicit things )

I think being a part of the circus is equivalent to trailer trash in hell

I mean look at em

I love it

Human form Ozzie would have THE MOST luscious hair ever

This image just says so much about them as a pair it kills me

The way the animators just go above and beyond is just amazing to me

How did fizzarolli get the 2 minutes notice thing planned so quickly...........

" IM A KLOWN BITCH🤪 IM A KLOWN BITCH🤪🤞🏼"

Fizz over sharing as a teenager ( not projecting )

THAT ONE SCENW QITH STOLAS MOVING STELLAS HAND LITERALLY MADE MY FUCKING JAW DROP HOLY SHIT

HES LITERALLY TAKING BACK HIS LIFE

fizz really thought in "oops!" That he wasn't gonna make it out of the fire again

Like bro just put his knees to his chest and CRIED

IDK RHATS SK SAD TO MEEEE

Speaking of fizz how did that mark in the next episode get there? What was that? Idk if it was maybe a bruise from.. something.. I don't wanna say it was from mamon because that would defeat the purpose of his character being EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE and that emotional abuse is still abuse, but idk some people said it might be because of him?

Can you tell I'm obsessed with fizzarolli

The sexual harassment rep.... People who have experienced sh usually think "it's not as bad as *other s3xual trauma* so I'm just being dramatic" ( I say this from experience ) but it ABSOLUTELY IS AND SHOULD BE RECOGNIZED. It's still something you're not comfortable with. Fizz brushing it off as "oh well they're just fans who express their love differently!" Should not have been taught to him.

I'm not slightly projecting again. Nuh uh

Ozzie can play saxophone. He just gives me the vibe.

MILLIE CANNOTTTT KEEP A PLANT ALIVE FOR SHIT BRO

MOXXIE?? UH MAYBE A MONTH. 2 MAX. MILLIE? ITS DEAD WITHIN A DAY.

Loona: I AM NOT PUTTING THAT ON

blitzø: JUST ONE FUCKING FAMILY PICTURE LOONA-

Beezlebubs design just screams if kesha. Even if they didn't mean to.

Millie getting stuck in trees as a kid and being too scared to get down

Was Barbies real name barbie or is that a nickname? Or was it for the sake of the circus ( like blitzøs name being .. well blitzø )

Millie name is short for Amelia maybe? People used to call her Lia but she hated it so much she started writing her nickname Millie on everything.

People saying they hated / thought the stolas human design could've been better can go FUCK themselves HONESTLY

Blitzø and fizzs as teenagers going to their town center and being like "?????? Why is everything so FANCY it's AMAZING"

Octavia can't handle spicy things for SHIT

Look at their British asses

They cough at smelling PEPPER

Stolas just randomly texting Octavia "you're so beautiful darling! Have a nice day <3 -your dad" or "don't forget to eat! -your dad" ( he texts like that IDC )

FUCK STELLA ME AND MY HOES HATE THAT BITCH

Octavia writes poetry! It's actually really good

Okay so I have this headcanon that in the HELLUVA BOSS universe that songs like contoursionist, toxic ( by ashnikko ), tunnel vision and agorah hills, NYMPHOLOGY, and he has this "one last show" thing where he preforms these songs and HE IS SCREAMING SOME OF HIS OWN SONGS

But that would also defeat his character development so I'll just imagine him singing this songs in the car or smth

Mamon having to do some toxic gossip train shit

I WANMA SAY OZZIE HAS TWO OLDER SISTERS BUT IDK IF THAT WOULD WORKKKKK

Millie kills the spider.

I think that may be all okay byeeee

[monotonous-minutia]

Sleepytime: Why a seven minute cartoon made me ugly cry

aka no one needs to hear this story but I'm going to tell it anyway

Bluey, the popular children's TV show that is equally beloved by adults, has been on my radar for about a year, but I only recently started watching it. The kids at work talk about it frequently and I wanted to be able to keep up with them as they finally discussed something age-appropriate. Also a few of my adult friends had mentioned it before and how much they enjoyed it. So I picked it up one day and it was just simple and fun and relaxing and sweet. However I didn't realize how emotional it would be. I found myself tearing up on more than one occasion, watching the little puppies overcome their fears and frustrations and discover the magic of the world around them. I wiped my eyes on my sleeves and went to bed.

Then I watched this one.

"Sleepytime" is the story of Bingo deciding she wants to have a "big girl sleep" where she doesn't wind up in her parents' bed in the morning. When she tells her mother this, her mother replies that she supports Bingo in this endeavor but will still be there to help her if she can't do it tonight.

Here's why this gets me.

When I was like 12 or 13 I started having these periods of time every few weeks that would last a few days where I couldn't get to sleep. I'd be awake pretty much all night. Nothing worked to get me to sleep--lullaby CDs, breathing exercises, wind down routines, mindfulness... Nothing. When I got older I started keeping books by my bed to read when I couldn't sleep, but the first year or so it was just a battle every night where my body would be exhausted and my mind was worn out after hours of trying to keep myself mentally occupied that I'd just lie in bed crying willing myself to sleep because I didn't have the energy to even think anymore. It made the days harder too because I'd be so tired and when it started getting dark in the evening I'd get anxious and sad because I knew the bedtime struggle was coming. (I think this may have been the root of my summer depression.)

It honestly felt like this.

Everyone else was asleep and peaceful and resting and I was alone in the dark with no one to ask for help.

You'd think my parents would have me checked out or something, but no, I was left to deal with it on my own.

At one point my mom did try sleeping in my bed with me. It was comforting to have her there but I still couldn't get to sleep, and my tossing and turning kept her up.

In "Sleepytime," both parents spend the night going back and forth from their room and the kids', attending to the children's various nighttime needs. We see the exhaustion in them, but they never behave in a way that lets the kids know they're annoyed.

When my mom couldn't sleep because I couldn't sleep, she dragged me out of bed and into the kitchen to point at the clock and snap at me, whisper-yelling that it was two in the morning and she'd been up with me for hours. She told me I was being ridiculous and just needed to fall asleep. (As if I hadn't been trying.) She brought me back to bed and left to go back to her room. I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. I never talked to her about my struggle again.

In "Sleepytime," Bingo's mother sees her upset and goes to her.

She stays with Bingo until Bingo is ready for her to go.

In Bingo's dream, her sadness is swept away when she feels the warmth of her mother coming to help her.

Even when her mom does leave, she makes sure Bingo knows she's always there to help her when Bingo struggling.

Bingo is able to stay in her own bed on her own until the sun comes up. The early morning rays are a comforting and optimistic sight.

For me the light coming in through the window marked the end of an exhausting journey and the beginning of a day that was just leading towards the same ordeal. It was a cycle I felt would never end.

It did after a week or so, but then every few weeks it would come back. My parents eventually contributed it to "my time of the moon" and left it at that. No one helped me through it and I kept my crying to myself.

There's a lot I can say about my childhood but I won't right now except to say I never really felt supported by my parents, and that they made sure I knew when I was being an inconvenience. This was kind of the start of that realization for me.

So when I watched this episode for the first time and saw the ways that Bingo's parents--especially her mother--not only helped and supported her but did so happily and without complaint really struck a chord with me.

I've heard other people describe how this episode made them cry because of the beauty in the image of a mother's love for her child. It's a little bit different for me. It brought back all those feelings and memories from that time in my childhood and this sense of loss for the unconditional love I felt I'd been denied. When I finished the episode for the first time, after I'd already been crying--tears actually falling down my face--I stopped the TV and sobbed into my hands. Full-on ugly crying which I normally never let myself do because I was never allowed to. But I was alone and it was the middle of a Friday night and this show has become so special to me and this episode was so much more personal than the others before it and the imagery and music were so evocative I just let it all out. I probably cried for a couple minutes and went through at least four tissues.

I still can't watch that episode or hear the music without at least tearing up. It's such an empowering story for a kid and such a lovely message for grownups and I felt both of these but it also brought back the memories of my childhood insomnia so vividly I couldn't handle it. I couldn't believe I was jealous of a cartoon dog and her fictional mother. But I wish I'd had hers for even a minute during that time. Someone who'd give me warmth and comfort until I was ready to let go instead of leaving me alone to figure it out myself when all I wanted was someone to tell me it was going to be okay.

[glapplebloom]

The Final Cutie Mark Crusader episode of the series... If you ignore the one that comes after this...

Scootaloo is getting ready for the next rotation of Guardians before her Aunts come back when she gets a letter that her parents are coming back. Snap Shutter and Mane Allgood are world travelers/adventurers who focus on discovering rare and exotic animals. And they came back because they got a new job that would allow them to see Scootaloo at any time they want!

The bad news is, they have to move to a new town for that to happen and Scootaloo does not want to go. I know a lot of people dislike this, but you’ve seen that Bluey episode called the Sign, right? Kids don’t like to move but ultimately they are powerless if the Parents feel that they should move. And Scoot’s parents feel like they should so they can get to spend more time with their daughter.

After some shenanigans to try to keep Scootaloo here, the girls decide to sleep over at Scoot’s Aunt’s house to try to get her parents to leave without her. But over there, the Aunts gave the girls an idea: show her parents how important their job is to Ponyville. And that works as despite missing their daughter, they see now just how important her job is. And the Aunts bought their house so that means the Aunts will take care of Scootaloo permanently now.

Overall, it is a nice tribute to the Cutie Mark Crusaders. It showed just how tight the three are and the bonds they have made helping others. From Trouble Shoes to Tender Taps to even Diamond Tiara. And I still believe Scootaloo’s Parents are good. I did a research bin about it. Still, this is the best way to end the Cutie Mark Crusaders in Friendship is Magic... Shame there’s a different episode that isn’t as good as this one.

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Losing your Virginities - K

Warnings: Virgin!Keum x Virgin!Reader. Afab reader.

- all-around perfect guy. Really inexperienced when it comes to sexual interactions.

- likes siting in bed w/ you, making out, and watching a stupid show. takes it too far one day and fucks you while watching Bluey or something insignificant.

- has you sitting between his legs while he’s against the headboard. runs his hands up and down your sides. it’s soothing to him, you’re like a fidget toy.

- rests his chin on your shoulder too. when he looks at you, he remembers how hot his gf is. so lucky.

- tucks your hair behind your ear and plants a couple kisses down your neck. he finds his place back on your shoulder.

- he’s kissing the skin there and remembers something funny he can do. He wraps his lips around a section of skin, sucking and biting. He licks up his saliva and gives it a kiss.

- the skin is too tough to leave a good hickey, so he moves up your neck. Again he sucks on the skin and leaves you some cute bite marks behind.

- when you ask him what he’s doing, he’ll just giggle at you. “Kissin’ you.” Babe, that’s not a kiss. He goes back to doing what he was before.

- then he remembered another funny thing he can do. he lets his hands slide up your shirt. Your tummy feels warm compared to his hands. he makes his way to your tits and gives the a squeeze.

- ask him what he’s doing again. He’ll probably say “Givin’ you a hug.” Babe, that’s not a hug.

- he remembers one more funny thing he can do. his hands trail down to the waist band of your shorts. he traces along it and pulls the drawstring undone, playing with it for a few moments.

- he moves his hands to your thighs, rubbing them over your shorts. His head peaks around your shoulder, trying to get your attention. “baby.”

- “yeah?”

- “can i touch you?” wow.

- “you’re already touchin’ me, silly.” he gets nervous when you start to play hard to get.

- “no. i wanna make you feel good.”

- “you make me feel good everyday.” he was confident at first, but now he’s terrified.

- “fuck. can i finger you?”

- “baby, why didn’t you just ask that in the first place? go for it.” he’s annoyed. he still gives you a kiss on the cheek.

- “keep watchin’ your show y/n. don’t let me bother you. this is for me.” he’s curious. also wants to make you feel reallyyyyy nice.

- he slips his fingers under your shorts and pushes them down. they stop at your knees, he pulls them off the rest of the way.

- his hands go back up to your chest. he pulls your top above your breasts, letting it sit on the shelf. from the back, he unhooks your bra.

- wrapping around again, his hands find their way to your nipples. They start pitching and rubbing, trying to get a reaction. You pretend to be enthralled in your show. Really, you’re clenching your hole trying to get any stimulation.

- after his fill of boobs, he moves on to your covered pussy. he snaps the waistband once, to get your attention. when you look back at him, he smiles. he’s really in love <3

- with a kiss on your shoulder, he spreads your legs open, exposing the wet patch beneath your hole. “Oh?” he reaches down to feel you.

- “i can see how wet you are from here.” he wants to tease you too, if things are too serious, he’ll probably get too nervous and back out.

- he lifts your hips once again to shove your panties down. This time just leaving them around your knees.

- he’s got you spread open butterfly style, with the soles of your feet touching. He wants full access to you.

- his fingers trail up your thighs and stop before they reach where you need him most. Then they find the source of your wetness and cover themselves in it.

- by now, you can feel how hard he is on your back. he makes cute gasps in your ear as he continues. the fact that you’re this wet for him makes him so happy.

- he trails up and down between your lips, feeling how soft you are. when his confidence builds up a bit, he stops above your clit and presses down.

- when you make a cute sound for him, he sees what this is all about. making your partner feel good is the best part of a relationship.

- letting up on the pressure, he starts to make small circles. “whatcha think, baby? Feel good?” his ego swells when you nod quickly.

- gathering a bit more wetness, he moves his fingers directly on your clit, starting a similar motion with the lightest pressure. your hips jerk a bit and you turn your face away.

- he uses his other hand that was on your hip to turn your face forward. “either watch your show or watch me touch you. don’t act all shy.” he knows what combination of words will have you feeling neediest.

- he presses down harder and occupies himself with your neck once again. “donghyun…” he halts his movements. “what’s up, baby?”

- “inside, please.” he’s sitting down but still feels dizzy. “m’kay, sweetie.” he finally reaches down to your hole and slips one wet finger in. it doesn’t stretch you, it fits perfectly. he wonders if he’ll be able to fit his cock inside you.

- when that finger is inside you completely, he adds another. This time, he feels a little resistance. “oh god, you’re so small. you touch yourself like this when i’m not around?”

- “donghyun…” he laughs. you’re only pretending to be shy to avoid getting embarrassed. “baby you can tell me. look what we’re doin’ right now.” your smile reminds him why he’s doing this for you. he’s really in love.

- not getting a response, he starts moving his fingers inside you. He crooks them upward, traveling along your walls. your whimpers make him push you further.

- he pushes those fingers against the roof of your pussy, feeling around for whatever it is he’s supposed to find. he’s pretty convinced that he found the special spot inside you. it felt rough. the rest of your pussy felt soft like the inside of his cheek.

- he tests the waters with that spot. Thrusting his fingers in and up, grazing it. you gasp and grab onto his shorts. that was enough encouragement to keep going.

- he kept up that motion. the palm of his hand laid flat against the top of your pussy, rubbing your clit as he moved. he didn’t even do that part on purpose. it just felt natural. you’re thankful for his advanced primal instincts.

- “that making you feel good? like these fingers inside you?” he’s so embarrassing. “yeah. yeah, like it a lot hyun. i feel it in my tummy.” he moves his hand up to your stomach.

- “right here?” he pushes down a little and realizes he can feel himself inside you. “oh fuck, baby. i really hope you can come for me like this. i gotta fuck you, too.”

- he keeps up his work, letting the drag of his fingers and hand take you to the edge. you really start moaning for him when you’re close.

- “hyunnie. im gonna. im close.” he quickens the pace and increases the pressure. “do it, honey. i want it more than anything.”

- when you finish on his fingers, he can’t believe the squeezing of your walls. if his cock was inside you, he would have came instantly. + if you squirt for him. he would love up on you so hard. couldn’t even fuck you bc he came in his shorts.

- “im goin’ down on your next time. i wanna taste you, bad.” you take his hand, use it to gather your cum, and bring it to his mouth “go ahead”. he fell in love. even more. definitely sucked on his own fingers.

- “please, can i fuck you, sweetie? lemme feel you like that on my cock instead.” you nod in agreement “do you have a condom?” of course he does.

- he’d retrieve the condom from his wallet. when putting it on, he gets it right on the first try.

- he’d like to do all the work for you once again, so he lays you down on your back. he’ll bend you at the knee and spread your legs open. you still had your shirt and bra on, so he threw them to the floor along with his own clothing.

- he braces himself before going inside. holding into your thighs and getting his cock wet with your juices before committing to the act. he’s hard as a rock, so he doesn’t want to slip the tip in and shoot ropes right away.

- when he’s ready, he might hold your hand. “ready for me, lovey?” use your words and tell him you want it <3

- when he presses the tip against your hole, reality hits him. he can’t believe this is happening. “oh my fucking god, baby. thank you so much. love everything about you. especially this fucking pussy.” he’s gonna talk his way through it. has to let you know what he’s thinking.

- halts movement when you whimper. gotta check up on you to make sure you’re okay. <3 when he’s feeling confident again, he’ll pin your hips down and fuck into you like he’s always wanted.

- doesn’t have the patience to let you adjust to his size. he’s not big so you’re fine.

- you know what they say about dancers? they have the best dick game. bro has alpha-level stroke WHO SAID THAT. he’s so good. any angle, he finds a way to position himself so he can make sure you feel his cock everywhere.

- loves the way your tits bounce. he gets hypnotized by them i think. he leans down so your chests touch. he’ll wrap an arm around your waist, lift you up a bit, and start fucking into you again.

- why is he so good? idk. i think he watched a lot of pr*n during a dark time in his life. he learned a thing or two.

- tells you that he loves you a few times. so you cant forget. <3 when he starts feeling that tingling in his tip, he lets his thumb swipe across your clit.

- youre soo sensitive by now. he’s touched every part on your body that could bring you even the slightest please. When he touches your clit again, you cry out. he knows you gotta be hurting, but he’s so close. He snaps his hips harder and quicker.

- “‘m so fucking close. gonna cum.”

- “fuck, hyunnie. me too.”

- he gets so excited when you say that. he really wants to feel you squeeze him in. so he dips his head down and takes your nipple into his mouth. loves the way you squeal when he does that.

- a few more swipes up and down on your little bud do the trick. youre squirming and whining under him while you gush over his cock.

- he finally gets to feel what he was chasing. when those warm walls start fluttering on him, he immediately cums.

- holds himself deep inside you for a minute. takes a little time to kiss your face and tell you how amazing you are.

- after he pulls out, he’ll get clean clothes for the both of you. wants to tuck you into bed too. he’ll lay by you and tell you everything he liked about sex. he feels like a changed man.

- TLDR: he’s so sweet but likes to make you feel a little embarrassed. fucks really good and knows what spots are gonna make you feel nice.

- couldn’t have asked for a better first time<3 so cute

[alpsss]

When you have no energy to ‘walk around’ / online shopping over in person shopping anytime now- you park yourself at marks and Spencer’s and enjoy a quiet bougie pear and blackberry yoghurt patting yourself somewhat on the back cos you could be blowing $100 on 5-in-1 therapy at nstureland Chijmes (there was a last minute opening)

there’s actually so much on my mind I thought a massage might soothe all the inside voices, like suddenly I desire to write again there’s so much coming out of me. So texting in my tumblr it is. I can’t believe I could scroll back to the times of 2015, 2020, what feels like lifetimes away but actually still vivid like yesterday in some way . I don’t think I’ve lost my childlike enthusiasm or changed tooo drastically, I could still make that ‘fertility or futility’ joke earlier during crit, still keeping things light and fun ya know, nothings tooo deep. But also more sure of myself and what I stand for, my ‘Brand’ if you will, like more selective/specific definitely, appplies to conversations with students to shopping for items of clothing to how I carry myself. Less ‘one size fits all’ more ‘this is me take it or leave it’ but also just feeling smarter with age (20s me was a massive dumbass). But definitely like what Keeleng reminded me to still stay naive and open to all the beauty and perfectly imperfect moments and details life has to offer

crazy how this elections made me snap back to that piece of history, my past, but in some silver lining eradicated all crushy feelings for the Other M the young one. So there’s always a Good. Quoting Wilson here. And when I look back also I see how crushes are totes normal and they get rode out by yours truly, just with time no need to have any outcome I am after all so predictably unwaveringly P. I guess thinking if we will ever meet and when

if more encounters will happen, today all of school I was kind of ready for it, just sticking my feelers out there was Nihal: ‘omg! Every day y’all are having so much fun and adventure! Post more!’ To banh mi lunch with the girls (fortune centre is so otherworldly it always gives), izdi ‘actually I see you everywhere’ , i meeaan. Sometimes the Universe just Delivers. And it’s precisely in these in-betweenys that life is that much more special, the soundtrack rings louder, Possibility. (Do you think he still keeps my note and the possibility issue of TGD I mailed up?) therein lies precisely what I’m about. I love my little family, my two little babies staring back at me holly and her little gap tooth impyness but beginning to be such a lil regal lady with all her feminine gestures and body language, Tara my body double aka my mini me in HEART and spirit, I’m so blessed for my family and my work and also I’m turning 34 but determined to still keep the magic like Bluey’s mom famous line ‘the world is a magical place’ . That magic comes from connection, truly connecting being truly present when a conversation stops you in your tracks sweeps you away. Like the heart pounding kind like you want to bask in the effing feeeeeels and you feel stupid but you’re like let meeeee I feel aliiive. As per my discussions with LQ will I everrrr be validated? Will I ever get my definitive answers. We’ve got a show coming up and a flight to catch! The changing tides but in the meantime it was fun getting swept up to this shore, and perfect time to take stock and feel happy and grateful nonetheless. Thank you Jesus for my weird and wonderful little life

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