#Bluey leaving a mark

[blurban-form]

Sidewalk Paw Prints

I’m sure one day we will get the origin story for the paw prints in the sidewalk (between the walkway and the driveway)

The house seems too old for them to be Bluey’s, unless the sidewalk was replaced relatively recently.

Where I live, putting sidewalks in cul-de-sacs is generally not done (in part because the pedestrian traffic is not considered significant enough to justify it, but it’s a good feature to have for consistency for pedestrians.)

These paw prints are fairly consistently shown, except when they’re not shown… (Above, seen in “Tradies”, but below, not seen later in the same episode.)

[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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[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

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ distraction ✶˖·˳♡ੈ

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.

[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.

[sumjarello]

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).

[tiredemzz]

TIMEBOMB HCs <33

Original fanart is made by @pancakeswithbutterandsyrup , if they want there fanart be taken off- please let me know :)

Timebomb is a random ship name that I made up while shipping five and my silly tua oc lel

Enjoy the post <33 (if you don’t like oc x cannon, then just.. idk.)

Warning - OC x Cannon, some of these headcannons get spicy.. basically 17+/18+ stuff is gonna be talked about in these hcs. Also underage drinking as well, same with underage smoking. (If these things make you uncomfortable, please just click off and go drink some water and take care of yourself :>) (Ik these two r supposed to be in there older ages like 40/50 but there stuck in there teens bodies lmao. This is basically me doing headcannons for s3/s4. FIVE X LILA ISNT GONNA BE TALKED ABOUT HERE. THIS IS TIMEBOMB, NOT FIVELILA.) (minors dni, you have been warned)

☂︎ - S3 Flame calls Five peanut and Five hates it sm but actually doesn’t lmao.

☂︎ - S3 Timebomb dance to the masochism tango or footloose :)

☂︎ - S3 Timebomb often has makeout sessions sometimes if their bored :p

☂︎ - S3/S4 Timebomb r Deadpool and Wolverine in a nutshell lel

☂︎ - These two often flirted during s3/s4 lel

☂︎ - S4 Flame often bites Five, leaving marks on his neck, collarbone and sometimes shoulders b/c she has fangs/prob shark teeth.

☂︎ - Their both overprotective of each other yall ‼️

☂︎ - Their bisexuals, it’s cannon- they married each other with red and blue ring pops lel

☂︎ - S4 Timebomb actually.. f*cked each other in bed- these two share tension too much since s3 Jesus.

☂︎ - These two like to cuddle each other- leave them alone while they cuddle lel

☂︎ - They watch Bluey fr. They love it.

☂︎ - Flame often steals Five’s clothes sometimes :)

☂︎ - They act like a married couple fr. Even if Flame likes to mess with Five sometimes lel.

☂︎ - Their clingy while drunk lel

☂︎ - Flame often asks Five if she could paint his back and Five allowed her to ^v^

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A little smut drabble of s4 timebomb, written by yours truly- minors dni, you have been warned:

“F*ck, I didn’t know that you were this tight Flamey..” Five said while fucking hard and rough into her p*ssy with his d*ck, Flame was m*aning and clawing Five’s back while wrapping her legs around him.

Flame and Five were covered in sweat while Five kept going rough and hard on her and Flame was just simply enjoying it. Flame decided to leave a bite mark on Five’s neck, making him gr*an and going faster into her p*ssy.

Flame and Five decided to have a kissing session while Five was continuing to fuck Flame into submission, Flame was m*aning and Five was gr*aning while having fun with each other.

(I’m so sorry chat, this is is cringe af. I can’t write smut for sh*t.)

[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.

[callsigndragon]

The Christmas Date | Chapter 15: Lights will guide you home

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 3K

Warnings: mission chapter, crashing, mentions of death, some bit of angst, lots of feelings, THENA AND ROOSTER FINALLY SIT DOWN AND TALK. Mentions of therapy, body dysmorphia, panic attacks...

A/N: I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS SERIES I SWEAR. I said chapter 15 will be the last one, but I kept writing and writing and had to stop. Chapter 16 will be the epilogue, we'll see how Rooster and Thena's relationship is in the future. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, I literally had no inspiration whatsoever to finish this story, but I managed to, somehow, get a decent ending. Epilogue will be posted next week! And it's gonna be so cute y'all.

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Masterlist

You shouldn’t leave things for later. That’s one of the few things your father taught you that you still apply today. 

Then why did you think waiting until the mission was over was a good idea? 

You’re not even supposed to be in the CATCC right now, but Cyclone has allowed you and Javy to be in there, hearing everything that your companions are going through through the radios, watching the radars, and all the information displayed on dozens of screens on the wall. 

It wasn’t a good idea. 

The mission goes smoothly until you and everyone in the room notice that Rooster is behind schedule, as he has been in all the training sessions these last few weeks. He is scared to end up like his dad, he doesn’t need to verbalize that fear for you to know it. It’s something that you know. Everyone in the team knows. You just don’t understand how Mav is making him fly this mission. 

“Come on, kid. Don’t think, just do.” 

Maverick’s words ignite something in Rooster’s soul, as you can see his mark on the radar moving faster than he was a second ago. He is moving faster than he should be. 

“What’s with Rooster?” Javy mutters next to you, shaking his head. 

“He’s trying to prove something to himself. But he has the worst timing. Always has, always will.” You whisper, making him chuckle. You wish you could laugh right now, but you’re scared that something wrong is going to happen. 

The two necessary miracles required for the mission's success are accomplished one after the other. It makes the officers, Cyclone, Warlock, and Hondo, celebrate. But Javy and you can’t even blink away from the monitors. Right now, this is where the really dangerous part of the mission begins. This is Coffin Corner. And those SAMs are already on their way. 

“Shit, this is bad, Javy.” 

“They’re the best of the best, Thena. They’ll come back.” He reassures you, opening his hand near you in case you want to hold it. 

It’s not a secret that you’re still very selective when it comes to who can and cannot touch you. Your therapist told you that establishing limits wasn’t something bad and that it would help you have control over your body. Every aviator in the team has been very respectful and understanding in that way, and you’re so glad for this small family that you have found. 

You grab Javy’s hand, not knowing how much you’re going to need it in the next few minutes.

Maverick’s aircraft is damaged in an attempt to save Rooster, and he goes down. Everybody keeps screaming at each other over the radio, mainly Bradley, who is trying to find out where his godfather is. 

“Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge.” 

Rooster’s silence tells you more than his words could ever do. He’s not coming back without Maverick. Even if that means crashing his own aircraft. 

“Is Athena Kerner around?” Rooster asks, his voice sounding strangled. 

All the faces in the small, dark room turn your way, curious eyes wondering why the pilot’s first words after ignoring direct orders are addressed to you. 

“Go talk to him. And make him come back.” Cyclone says, signaling with his head for you to approach the comms officer, who is taking off her headphones. 

You go and sit in her place, wearing the headphones and pressing a button so Rooster can hear you. “I’m here.” 

“Didn’t think they’d let you answer directly.” 

“They want me to bring you back.” You explain, your finger tracing the shape of the button you need to press to talk to him. 

“You know I can’t, right? I need to find him.” 

“Rooster, you can’t know for sure if he’s alive.” 

“He’s alive. He has to.” He insists. “I promised I’d come back to you, and I will. Just need a bit more time.” 

“It’s okay, Bradley. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay?” 

“It’s the only way I know of doing things.” He chuckles, a sad smile spreading over your face. 

You wipe a tear away from the computer. “Please, come back, okay?” 

“I will. We still have to fill up the album you gave me for Christmas.” 

That makes your heart skip a bit. “You opened my present?” 

“Of cour- SHIT” 

“Rooster? ROOSTER?” You keep pressing the button over and over, as if that little thing were the reason why he couldn’t hear you anymore, even if you know that it doesn’t.

“Dagger two is hit.” 

“Thena, come here.” Javy says, softly moving his hands to your shoulders. 

“He’s gone.” You mutter under your breath, tears falling freely over your cheeks. 

Javy turns the chair around, kneeling in front of you. “Look at me, Thena. He’s not gone. He’ll come back, okay? Let’s go outside and wait for the others to come back.” 

“Okay.”

“Do we have any news from Mav or Rooster?” Phoenix asks Javy the moment she sets foot on the carrier. 

“Nothing yet.” he says, looking at you, leaning against the wall next to the door to get inside the carrier. “I don’t know how much I can lie to her. I don’t think they’re coming back, Nat.” 

“They will. Just wait.” 

“Where’s Thena?” Bob is looking everywhere, until he sees you sitting down, all emotion has left your face. You are left with an empty feeling and thousands of voices screaming in your head, reminding you that the person you love the most in the entire world is probably burning inside a crashed airplane in the middle of a mountain. “Thena?” 

“Yeah?” 

“There’s a signal from Rooster’s ESAT. He’s in an F-14.” He smiles, relieved that his two friends are okay and are coming back. 

“Rooster doesn’t know how to fly an F-14. But Mav does.” 

“Yes, he does. They’re coming back.” Bob pats your hand and leaves to share the news with the others. 

You allow yourself to breathe, closing your eyes and smiling. “Thanks for keeping him safe, Goose.” 

Once he sets foot on the ground, Rooster walks through dozens of excited women and men who are celebrating his return. He needs to find you. Everything else can wait. 

You two have been waiting long enough. 

He sees you behind everyone else, not a fan of the crowd that is surrounding the plane. You’ve been crying and he can tell by the redness of your eyes. 

“Excuse me, miss. Are you waiting for someone?” He jokes as he walks up to you until you're inches apart. 

“Yeah, have you seen a dumb chicken around? Been looking for him.” You joke, moving closer and pressing your chest against his. 

“That would be me, yeah.” He leans down, his forehead pressing against yours. “You must have been so scared.” 

“You don’t do that ever again or I’ll rip off your mustache with my bare hands.” You warn him, poking his chest with every word. 

“Can you shut up and kiss me?” 

And you do. You kiss him with all you've got, his hands resting on your hips and bringing you closer, yours moving up to his hair, trying to bring him impossibly closer. He breaks the kiss, sighing and shaking his head. “I can’t do this without explaining everything to you.” 

“Let’s go somewhere quiet, then.” 

“I’m gonna need my computer” He explains, his hand sliding into yours. 

“What? Are we gonna watch a movie or something?” You joke, not understanding anything. 

“Nope. I just need it to show you the proof.” 

“I’ll wait for you in my room.” 

“So... the change of stations.” He mutters once he comes back with the computer. 

“Yeah, that’s the main issue here.” You sigh, taking off your shoes and moving to the side so he can have space to sit down. 

“I asked for a change of stations before the whole week began. At the airport, while we were waiting for the plane.” He types something in his computer, opening an email he sent months ago—the one where he asks to change stations. “Look at the date.” 

“Seven days before Christmas.” You confirm after reading the email. “But why did you ask for it?” 

He sighs, leaning his head against the wall. “Because I knew that after a week of being your fake boyfriend, I wouldn’t be able to keep working with you as if nothing had happened.” 

“...That’s all?” 

Bradley snorts. “That’s all? Grouchy, maybe you don't understand it, but having to act like a lovey-dovey boyfriend with you and faking all the things I craved to do with you for years, there was the possibility that I had to kiss you. Our first kiss was gonna be fake! It was just too much.” 

“So you thought about asking for a relocation before all those things happened.” You deadpan, a part of you understands why he did it, but the other one wants to smack him because he asked to be moved away from you when those things haven't even happened yet. 

“I’m not a clever person, I know. But that seemed like the best option. It was either run away from you and the week's worth of memories I'd amassed, or stay with you, watching you fall in love with someone else and kissing someone else. Dating someone else. Marrying someone else.” Rooster shakes his head, taking a deep breath. The idea still makes him want to run away. He’s sharing all this information with you, wanting to be completely sincere so you can consider having him back, but he’s not sure if this would be enough. He has hurt you so much over the years… Maybe this was the last straw. 

“You really are an idiot.” You scoff, moving closer to him. “And that call you got at the antique shop?” 

“That was to check if I still wanted to change stations or not.” 

“And you…wanted?” You ask, insecurity taking the best of you. 

He turns in the bed, his body facing yours, and his hands move towards your face, silently asking for consent with his eyes. You nod, closing your eyes to feel his hands caressing your skin, the calloused fingers leaving goosebumps under them. “The only thing I wanted was to be with you, because as crazy as it sounded, you gave me a chance! I wasn’t about to fuck it all over again.” 

“But you did,” You remind him.

“I didn’t have a chance to explain myself. I’m not blaming you!” He quickly adds, not wanting you to believe that he’s trying to get himself off the hook. “Just explaining what happened.”

“So when you asked me to move with you, you really meant it.” 

“I meant everything, grouchy." He assures, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving away. "Now you know. I've been making the worst decisions all my life, and that was probably the worst." 

"Nah, I don't think it was the worst. The worst one is trying to pull my papers. This choice… I get that you were trying to protect yourself. I did the same, I was protecting myself when I ran out of the house, and I didn’t let you explain.” Your voice lowers by the end of the sentence, somehow making you feel a bit embarrassed because all of this could have been solved if you two weren’t two hot-headed pilots that don’t think, just do. Like Mav has always told you.

“It was a stressful week for you, Thena. Your brain took control of your body and told you to leave. It was a flight or fight response. And your brain chose flight. It’s okay, you did what you had to.” His hands leave your face, searching for your hand, sliding his fingers between yours. “I want to know about you.” 

“Me?” You tilt your head and ask, a frown taking over your features. “What about me?” 

“Therapy.” 

“Oh… I’ve discovered things about myself, you know. Therapy is wonderful. You should go, too. To help you process the accident. It helped me.” 

He nods, gaze lost and deep in thought. “Maybe I should.” 

“Well, am…” you clear your throat, playing with Rooster’s fingers while you try to find the right words to express what you want to say. “I got diagnosed with body dysmorphic disorder, and I’m still going to therapy to learn how to deal with it. I’m learning to look at myself in the mirror without clothes and not hate what I see.” 

Rooster’s thumb traces infinite shapes in your skin. “How’s it going?” 

“It’s becoming easier, but I still want to cry. Before, I looked at the scar and all that came to mind was the accident and maybe the Halloween party, but I was over it in some way. Now…” You swallow with difficulty, feeling the tears come to your eyes. “I keep thinking about the changing room.” 

“I’m so sorry, fly girl.” He kisses your hands, closing his eyes for a second. “Did you have another panic attack after that?” 

You nod. “A week after. I was staying at Nat's, so she helped me. That’s when I started going to therapy.” 

“I’m proud of you for doing that. So, so proud.” 

A tear falls down, wetting your intertwined hands. “And I learned something more. I’m not a weirdo” 

He moves his hand to your chin, lifting up your head to look into your eyes. “You’ve never been a weirdo, but explain it to me so I can understand where you’re coming from.” 

“For years, I’ve never felt this… sexual attraction you all felt. I’ve never had a desire to fuck with a random person I met at a bar. I’ve never really felt that, I didn’t know what it was.” 

“Really? Not even once?” 

“If I felt it before, I didn’t know what it was that. But the thing is that when we were together that week… I wanted to make out with you so bad.” 

Rooster smirks, earning a slap on his shoulder. “I’m sorry but I’m glad you find me hot.” 

“It’s not about you being hot. It’s about the connection. The romantic feelings, you know?” 

He stares at you for a second, not saying anything. “No, I don’t think I get it. Explain it to me like I’m five.” 

“If I don’t have a deep emotional connection with a person, I can’t feel sexual attraction.” You simply say, hoping to have summarized it enough. 

“So you feel sexual attraction for me?” 

“I think that’s what it is. I don’t know, I told you, I’ve never felt that!” You hide your face behind your hands. 

“Hey, you don’t need to be ashamed of it. People are different, and we need to accept it. I’m really glad that you told me this. I have a question, though.” 

“Shoot.” 

“I guess this means that you don’t have the same sexual drive as me, right?” 

You nod slowly. “Cons of dating Thena.” 

“I want to be with you, not in you. There’s a difference.” 

You look at each other, trying not to laugh. “Did you really just say that?” 

“Please, slap me again. That was disgusting.” He starts laughing so hard that he almost falls off the bed. 

You missed this. 

“I really want this to work, nugget. I’d lie if I said I stopped thinking about you. But I think we need some new rules here. Why are you smiling like that?” 

“You said nugget.” 

“Did I?” 

“Yeah. And I could cry because I missed it so much…” 

“Oh, nugget. Come ‘ere.” You whisper, opening your arms for him. Somehow, you end up laying down on a bed that is not big enough for two people, limbs entangled between them. His face is hidden in the curve of your neck, your fingers are scratching his scalp, and a contented sigh escapes his lips. 

“This is better than sex.” He mumbles. 

“I’ll trust you on that.” You say between chuckles. Enjoying the intimacy of the moment, you ponder if it’s time to talk about the rules of this relationship that the two of you want so badly. “We’re not moving together yet.” 

“I agree with that. We still have a lot to learn about each other.” His lips brush against your skin when he talks, sending shivers running down your body. 

“But when we do, I want the two bedrooms. I liked that idea.” 

“I’ll keep it in mind. It would be awesome if you could be sincere with me. Whatever makes you uncomfortable, sad, or happy, you need to tell me. And I’ll do the same. We need to communicate.” 

You nod, turning your head to kiss his forehead. “That’s important, yeah.” 

You keep going back and forth for a while, sharing ideas that would make the relationship easier, things that should be talked about before it develops into something serious. All the things you should have talked about three months ago but couldn’t. 

You agree on not ignoring Christmas week and keeping it present. You two should not ignore it and pretend like it didn’t happen. That week is proof of what happens when you let yourself get carried away by feelings, ignoring every rational thought in your head. That’s not how things should’ve been done. And you two agree on fixing that.

You’re dozing off when Rooster moves to find a better position, and something pokes your stomach. “Auch, what was that?” 

“Shit, the box.” He pulls out a small black velvet box. “Your Secret Santa gift.” 

“You were my Secret Santa?” He nods, offering you the box. “Did you like the album?” 

“Yeah, it’s much better now. Thank you, grouchy.” 

You take the box in your hands, opening it slowly to see your grandma’s ring. “H-how? You found it?” 

“It was in the antique shop. I’ve been looking for it, too. And when I saw it, I knew I had the perfect gift.” 

“I love you so much, nugget. You don’t even understand.” You manage to say between sobs. 

“I think I know, grouchy. I love you too.” 

You grab him by the neck and pull him close to kiss him. It’s a wet kiss, tears are going down your face. You got your grandma’s ring and the man you love back on the same day. 

It feels like Christmas.

[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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[minheelovelee]

Losing your Virginities - K

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

- 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.

- 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.” Baby, 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.” Baby, 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.” immediately soaked.

- “you make me feel good everyday, baby.” 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 really 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’s BEEN wanting to frick.

- he’d retrieve the condom from his wallet. when putting it on, he gets it right on the first try. 10/10

- 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. 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 fuckin 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. you cant forget. <3 when he starts feeling that tingling in his tip, he lets his thumb swipe across your clit.

- you gotta be so 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

[transfemzedaph]

Ravager beef hc? :D

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okay prepare for a lot of writing sdjfbjd

so okay context for this hc overall is that there are hybrids of the newer mobs but most of them like they dont know theyre hybrids till the mobs like appear but theres some cases where the hybrids like do exsist before the mobs properly exsist in minecraft. idk i know how this works in my head but i dunno if that makes sense

so beef is born a lil baby ravager hybrid in like a pillager group, one day when hes still quite young he gets left behind somewhere whilst theyre travelling or sth - no one looks for him or anything because ravagers dont really care for their young so yeah

he gets found by a very kind villager lady who like adopts him and teaches him everything about the world and players and such, one of the things she told him was that the players dont know about the ravagers or even the pillagers yet so he should always hide his ravager-ness from them (cause like the worlds that exsist are very developed but the ones that the players end up in arent as advanced its like weird)

the village he grows up in is fairly small, nestled into a cliffside but sometimes a wandering trader visits, bringing gifts and stories of far off lands and beef is so curious about it and so when hes old enough he leaves to explore the world

he ends up in mindcrack full of players and new friends but its clear this world isnt the same, the villagers are weird and wrong, he keeps his horns filed down and his sleeves long enough that it covers the markings on his arms (cause like the ravagers have the bluey silver like cuffs things and in my brain like when the baby ravagers are born the magic pillager guys do like a thing that makes bluey kinda markings on the ravager where the cuff things go and like its a thing like this ravager is owned and isnt like a wild one and also makes it like magically easier for the cuffs to like stay there, so beef has the markings)

then he joins hermitcraft with lots of people, new friends and old, and he still hides it, he ends up telling the nho during season 5 during the whole jungle shit, like sth abt the them being trapped and beef has to tell them bc his horns are growing and he cant file them down - although beef is unsure if bdubs actually remembers

beef wasnt technically in season 6 but when he returns in season 7, everyone knows about ravagers now, and beef knows its a hybrid friendly server but he still doesnt tell anyone, he does use his part ravager status to his advantage a little in decked out (the ravagers always hesitate and are slightly reluctant to attack him bc they know hes part ravager)

season 8 he still doesnt tell anyone but the whole alien transformation thing happens which makes beef feel real weird and bad bc of his hybridity, so he decides he will tell everyone before season 9

every like new world beef goes to his horns revert back to their original state so beef is kinda glad he doesnt have to do anything with them this time when he starts the new season, he walks into the pre season meeting before they enter the world, sleeves rolled up and horns on display

he feels v awkward abt it and is kinda just like uh so im a ravager hybrid and everyone is like :o oh, x asks how long hes been hiding it and if thats why he wasnt there in s6 - bc remember that thing abt like hybrids like being activated when they appear in the like game that i mentioned at the beginning - and etho who is like standing net to beef scoffs at that and beef is like uh no ive been a hybrid the whole time which everyone is very surprised by bc like born hybrids arent exactly rare and even happen with the newer mobs but mostly the born hybrids from the newer mobs happen after theyre like in the game

when i say in the game i mean when they got added to the game like yknow but like this isnt a game for the people bc its just their life but phrasing things is hard

thats all i have rn and tbh i so badly wish i could draw so i could do like a thing w a body of him to show what he looks like bc of him being a hybrid but eh whatever

[jmflowers]

End of year asks: 5, 10, 22

5. TV show of the year?

Oh man, this was the year I fell into Station 19. But I genuinely binged the first four seasons back in February/March and haven't watched a full episode again since, haha. I've written a lot of fanfic about it, though, so it's probably top.

Other shows I watched this year and enjoyed are Brassic (easily my second favourite find this year), Mock the Week (my forever love... I miss you), Taskmaster (series 14 was so good), Stranger Things, Midnight Mass (again), and Bluey (my niece is obsessed). I'm definitely still fully immersed in British media.

10 . Something that made you cry this year?

The stress of school? Haha. There's video of me truly sobbing the first time I watched Ripley's death on Station 19. I always get a little choked up when I'm out in nature and see an incredible view for the first time... or the second time... or any time. Also happened upon hearing the opening chords of Swan Lake at the National Ballet with my brother and as my plane was taking off in Toronto.

I think my biggest cry, though, was on the beach in Algonquin Park at the end of the first camping trip of the summer. We had been sitting around the fire and I'd just finished the book I'd been reading the whole time and all of a sudden I was sobbing uncontrollably. One of my oldest friends and I headed down to the beach and sat under the stars as I lamented about a million different things that were racing through my mind: the mortality of my parents, the loss of pets, the fear of what's next, facing down my wish to leave home and knowing that I can never truly return, the devastation of heading back to the city the next morning when I wasn't sure I'd ever get to come back, not having kayaked during our trip... I'd taken an edible for the first time that day, so that probably had an effect, haha. She consoled me by promising another trip just the two of us to kayak and bike and hike before the season was done, which we did.

I also sobbed in the parking garage my first week of school (same week we returned from that second camping trip) when I got a call that one of our cats had taken a turn while I was in class and I wouldn't be able to get to her to say goodbye before she was put down. That was rough... Had to shrug it off and go film an assignment after. Got a really good mark on the assignment, somehow.

22. I answered this one already here.

end of year asks

[gotraido]

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