#Club eskimo

[schickig]

The Day After Tomorrow

[fidjiefidjie]

Bon Matin 💙🎙💙

Manfred Mann 🎶 The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)

(Live Beat Club)

[gghostwriter]

Whispered Truths

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your weekly reading club with boyfriend, Spencer Reid, has never been as sweet and life-changing as this night Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 0.8k a/n: This is actually a request from @bloodredrubyrose and I really liked how this came out. I also used my favorite piece of fiction here as a prop so I hope you like it! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💗 masterlist

Couples, no matter how new or old, tend to create personalized dates as a way to strengthen the relationship. Some go on hikes together, some go on travels, while some stay in the comfort of their homes—under a blanket with a chosen book on hand.

You and Spencer definitely fall under the latter category. It was quite obvious from the first meeting that literature would be one of the strongest bonding agents between you and him. After all, it was how you were brought together—crashing into one another at the library with books and miscellaneous items scattered on the tiled floor. A few shy glances and bewitching dates later, you found yourself spending your Saturday nights in the presence of your boyfriend of six months, hosting an exclusive reading club with just two members, you and him.

“I never thought of it that way,” your left hand paving an aimless path through Spencer’s curly hair while the other held the book up high.

The pitter patters of the rain outside softly echoed through the walls. You were propped up on the loveseat sofa, his head resting on your lap as he looked upwards in question in regards to your statement.

“Never thought of which?” His voice low and soft, striking a resemblance to how he gazed at you oh so lovingly. As if you were the most riveting piece if art he had ever laid his eyes upon.

“How water played a big symbol throughout the whole book. It was really focused on during the first chapters but I—I just never quite connected the dots,” you clarified, bring the book to a close.

It was your choice for the week, East of Eden by John Steinbeck—a modern classic and had been your favorite work of literature since high school. Spencer had lent his copy to you last week and you vice versa—both turning brown from age, pages about to fall apart from its binding, annotations scribbled on the margins and any lengthy self reflections written on various notebook pages sandwiched in between.

“Your explanation on the empty pages at the end—how water is capable of bringing both life and death. Water being essential for the crops but at the same time, drowned victims. It’s such a poignant note that I think I just fell more in love with Steinbeck’s writing,” you added. “It also made me realize how water in his novel represents the dual capacity of the human soul for good and evil. How we are all filled with conundrums and contradictions and what makes us different from the other species on Earth is our ability to choose whether we are good or evil—” Spencer had sat up and leaned in, interrupting your musings. “—what?” You breathed out as his lips hovered on yours.

The once cozy atmosphere quickly charged with tension and desire that seemed to ooze out of Spencer. There was little space in between and you had no doubt that from the outside looking in, it looked like he was kissing you but he was not, rather a sliver of air was still given space to pass through. So close but so far.

You studied his features up close. How his long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings beating against the wind as his molten, darkened, hazel eyes flickered between your lips and eyes. How his nose lightly caressed yours in an endless Eskimo kiss. How his cheeks stained into a lighter shade of red. And how his pink tongue peeked out to wet his pillowy lips. 

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered as if it was some kind of national secret that he now felt right to expose.

Your breath caught in your throat. This was the first time he had said it. His love for you had been conveyed with every touch, with every action, and with every silence but this was the first time he had put it into words.

His lips caressed yours—the pressure almost non-existent. A ghost of a kiss to gauge your reaction and consent.

“I love you,” he repeated a little louder this time, eyes locking into the very depths of your soul. “You and your mind have enchanted me since the beginning—so beautiful, so captivating.”

The butterflies set free in your stomach caused you to viscerally shiver in reaction.

“I love you too, Spencer.”

A smile graced his face and it was bright and as blinding as the sun, like it had finally decided to stop hiding behind the clouds and show itself in all of its glory.

He leaned in once more. The pressure from his lips now heavier and headier, trying to stamp his everlasting mark on you and in between all these kisses were whispers of his utter devotion and adoration until there was no more space—until you both became one on his loveseat sofa.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[doublebase89]

BEAGLE DOG

[angelicpoison12]

first date ღ

Angel takes you out for the first time since you’re new in Hell!

M4M/M4A, SFW, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

café date, stargazing, soft kisses, sfw, wholesome moments with your fluffy spider

It was your first date with Angel. Saying you were nervous would be an understatement.

— ❤︎︎ —

You were scared to say the least. Angel helped you take a seat at a small booth in the coffee shop he’d taken you to. The seats were surprisingly clean, the red cushions soft beneath your bodies. The walls of the old coffee shop were stained and had splashes of odd liquid on them from old accidents, yet it seemed like an odd sense of comfort was lingering within the old walls of the establishment.

Angel got a capuchino. You really didn’t know what to get, so you just got a smoothie. Angel then smirked and said, “Don’t got a taste fer coffee, toots?” He asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes. “There’s just so many options.. It’s hard to decide.” You said back in a remark, your hands holding the faded yellowish menu. The smoothie you’d gotten was fruity, and Angel enjoyed his coffee. You both chatted and got closer. You realized that there was more to Angel than his flirtatious facade and sweet face. I mean, you already assumed that there was more, but you never realized how complex and caring he could be.

When you were talking about your past and how gotten to Hell, you noticed Angel’s hand was soft as he placed it on top of yours. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t bring it up. Angel noticed this and smirked. “Aw toots, this okay?” He asked. All you did was nod, smiling bashfully at him. “Yeah, it’s okay,” You told Angel kindly. You and Angel finished your drinks, paid, and left. Angel wanted to show you around Hell, and who were you to refuse?

— ❤︎︎ —

Angel decided to walk with you, his large heels clacking against the concrete of the sidewalk, your hand in his. He pointed excitedly at all of the things he showed you: the outlets, the hellish porn studio, the clubs, the tv shop, a few small restaurants and cafés, downtown where the cannibals lived, and Angel was even gracious enough to take you up a building where where you could get a full view of the wondrous city.

“Wow..” You whispered. The night sky was a dark maroon, smoke waving in the air from the residents below, and smoky clouds that were breathtaking. You never thought you’d genuinely enjoy a place you’d been told was horrible your entire life, but Angel was helping you find solace in your new home. He looked at you, asking, “Beautiful, ain’t it, toots?” “Yeah.. Yeah, it is.” You responded quietly. Angel wrapped one of his lower arms around you, pulling you closer while his top left arm started gently playing with your hair. He pressed a sweet kiss to your temple, whispering, “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt ya, toots.. Not under my watch.” He told you in a soft voice. His words made you blush and smile.

He gently cupped your chin, turning you towards him. His eyes gazed into yours, and time seemed to stop. “Y/N,” Angel nearly whispered. If it wasn’t for him being so close to you, you wouldn’t have been able to hear him under the sounds of cars beeping, people screaming/yelling at each other, and music starting to bump up from the nightclubs on the block below. “Angel,” you responded, your eyes fluttering a little. Your breaths mingled, coffee mixing with strawberries. When he kissed you, your eyes closed momentarily, tasting the sweetness of his soft lips. He cupped the back of your head, and your fingers twirled in his soft locks.

When you pulled away from each other, Angel’s four arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. You squeaked as your face landed in his chest fluff, and he nuzzled his nose against your hair in a sweet little Eskimo kiss.

Maybe Hell wasn’t so bad after all. As long as Angel was here with you.

[okaerina]

𖥻 THINGS — enhypen ◌ ִ ۫ ּ

syn ; things enha reminds me of !

heeseung !

dangly earrings, pendent chains, skinny ripped jeans, rock guitar, clubbing, late studio night, concerts, rainy empty street, love songs, specs, ice cream, deers, rainforest, going over the speed limit, long drive, polaroids, balcony, tattoos, collage campus, basketball, getting into fist fights, breaking rules, warm breeze, kisses, sharing earphones, untied shoelaces, sleeveless tops, cross jewelries, chase atlantic songs

jay !

red wine, ball dance, guitar, empty kitchen, champagne bubbles, tuxedo suits, runaway, black cat, fashion magazines, gold jewelries, camping, eucalyptus, biking, biker jackets, street racing, late night walks, city lights, porsche, cologne, the weeknd songs, loose tie, fancy restaurant, chanel bags, iced americano, home, long hugs, words of affirmation, eye contact, autumn, posh music, v necks, opera, musical recital, marriage, ancient churches

jake !

pancakes, golden retrievers, empty parks, cardigans, picnic, wolf pups, landscapes, abstract art, lip piercings, makeout sessions, mornings, cream, sheets, swimming, sand castles, tree houses, venus, varsity player, rings, clashing waves, sun shinning through curtains, backyard, champagne, sparkly eyes, netflix and chill, forehead kisses, caramel fudge, winter, jb songs, garden, lilies, lipstick stains

sunghoon !

sculptures, greek mythology, snow, ice skating, pointe shoes, swan lake, ice rinks, rhinestones, vampires, sharp canines, royalty, huskies, novels, cruise, 90s songs, ear muffs, moon phase, poetry, dandelions, maple leaves, vanilla shake, pearls, penguins, blush, lucid dreams, confessions, lullaby, archangels, romance movies, boyfriend coats, monsoon, hair blowing because of the wind, moles, tears, old love, unrequited love, ribbons, weddings

sunoo !

sun, tulip field, solar system, marshmallows, tteobokki, street food, shopping, karaoke, smiles, cute stationeries, stickers, secret diary, cheek kisses, mufflers, red foxes, bratz doll, playdate, selfies, carnations, easter, boba tea, bestfriends to lovers, cherry blossoms, lip gloss, skincare, disney shows, late night face timing, gossiping, watching kdramas, sanrio stuffs, blowing bubbles, photo booths, texts, horizon

jungwon !

kittens, valleys, teenage dream, gold fish, aquariums, subways, cds, headphones, empty bus rides, babybreaths, holding hands, first love, taylor swift songs, messy hair, vacation, countryside, group study, constellations, piggyback ride, dimples, converse, empty classroom, sheep cubs, indoor plants, mini cactus, namsan tower, han river, late fall, vintage hand written letters , young love, romcom, kitties

ni-ki !

graffiti, sunsets, baggy pants, late night dance jam, empty beach, bicycling, sea shore, ear piercings, watermelon, summer, slow dancing, grass field, bungeoppangs, duck chicks, disneyland, ps5, arcade, puma cubs, eskimo kisses, bracelets, youth, climbing fences, skipping school, skateboarding, mangas, school festivals, footsies, cute band aids, oversized attires, j-rock, night sky, laughters, slice of life, teenage, playfulness, photo booths, anime, shoujo manga

© aenfilmz / 02072023

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[astroismypassion]

Asteroid Kiss (8267) in Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces

Credit goes to my astrology blog @astroismypassion

Kiss is an asteroid in astrology. This applies to the natal chart. Search up number 8267 on Astrodienst, go to Extended chart selection and under Additional objects put 8267 in Manual entry table and Show the chart. Below your natal planets in signs, there will be Kiss in a particular sign, house and at a specific degree.

It shows your first kiss, how you kiss and kissing style, the person you will kiss for the first time.

KISS IN CAPRICORN 💙

Your kiss is serious, deliberate, nostalgic, realistic, prolonged, controlled, cautious. Your first kiss could happen when you enter workforce, at your job or when you start a new job, when you change your career path, once you start earning your own living and income, in the public setting, in your parents’ house, at your grandparent’s home, during wintertime, on the New Years Eve. Your person could be emotionally more mature, older (even 10 years age gap) or younger, but most often with this one older. Your person is respected in the community, by peers, cares about their reputation, is successful and accomplished. Your person could be your co-worker or your boss, even a tutor, professor, a childhood, life-long friend, someone in the same profession/career as you. You will remember this kiss for 10 years or more. You like forehead kisses, hand kisses, eskimo kisses. You could have your first kiss later than your peers (on average, because you know no age it’s too late). It could be public knowledge that you kissed or with your kiss the connection was formalized, like you became an official couple, people KNEW you two are together. You could have a pause, a break during kissing. Beware that you could have dry lips or the person does before the kiss. You could feel cold when you kiss. Your kiss feels like it should have been broadcasted. You might tell your parents about your first kiss. You will remember the date of the first kiss. There is something in your kissing that you do, that is like a tradition of yours.

KISS IN AQUARIUS 💚

Your kiss electric, detached, unique, unconventional, chill, free-spirited, special, outside-of-the-box, original, prolonged or with breaks during the kiss. Your first kiss could happen during a group gathering, a party, during wintertime, during camping, a sudden, unexpected trip, during a group activity or game, like Truth or dare, Spin the bottle, at a concert. Your person is a friend, someone from the same or different friend group, an acquaintance, your friend’s friend, a person you share an interest with, a person who belongs to the same club as you. People could be in the room with you as well when you kiss for the first time. Again, much like Capricorn Kiss, your first kiss can happen a bit later on average than with your peers. You could have a pause, a break during kissing. Again, it can be an indication of a more “dry” kiss. You could feel cold during the kiss. Your person might have kissed your friend before you. Your person could later become your friend with benefits. Maybe your friend challenged you into kissing your crush. The rhythm of your kissing is fairly consistent. Your kissing style is innovative, you come up with new suggestions every time you kiss someone. Your first kiss could even end up on the internet. You might kiss during an Instagram/TikTok/Facebook live etc.

KISS IN PISCES 💜

Your kiss is magical, dreamlike, unique, special, out-of-this world type of kiss. People feel like it's very, very hard to get a kiss from you, like kiss from you would be almost unattainable. Kissing you can feel like a vice to other people, like they shouldn't be kissing you, but they still desire it so much. There could be something "forbidden" about your first kiss, like the person is much older, you work together, there could be something more taboo about it. Your kiss can be quite watery, you might produced more saliva when you are about to kiss. You want your kiss to feel how you feel watching a kissing scene in the movie. Your first kiss could happen at the cinema, movie theatre, in a hotel, in a restaurant, at a resort, at the pool, in a night club, when stargazing, at a live concert, during Netflix and chill, in the summertime, at night, in the shower/bath, during a creative activity (DIY, painting), at an aquarium, under water, near a body of water (sea, lake, ocean), on a boat/cruise, while travelling to a distant land (new continent), while you are relaxed, at a gallery/museum even at the hospital. You could have your kiss at significant point of loss in life (like after a funeral, after someone died and someone else is consoling you). You might even cry before or shortly after. You might be intoxicated during your first kiss (alcohol, weed, drug, other substances). You could be nervous before, so you might also take a shot or some sort of liquid courage (not that I encourage it) to hype yourself up and to calm, relax. Music can be involved, however there could also be complete silence during kiss or it's pitch black dark, so it could definitely happen in the night-time. You might be watching the sea, there could be a storm, rain or even thunders. Person that you kiss can be a summer crush or someone you met at a camp, could be a foreigner (a different country, but also could be from a different continent). Your person can be a musician, someone who plays an instrument, someone you admired from afar, a long-time crush or someone you had a secret crush on, even someone you didn't confess feelings too, but you kissed them anyway, hoping they would know. For your kissing style in general, I think you are also the type to kiss someone even when ill. Or you especially want to receive kisses when ill or feeling sick. You might try to "steal" a kiss from someone. You always want your goodnight kiss. Kissing help you sleep better and relax. You like pillowtalk and kissing. You get caught midst kissing or someone interrupts you. You could feel like you are hiding somewhere from others (a spot away from the party, in a closet, a different room) to get alone time. You might also be a bit forgetful about kissing, if not supported by a fire house or a fire degree. You might much prefer cuddling, intimate long hugs and not see kissing as all that. Be mindful that people you kiss might not be as intuitive as you or "feel the connection or the moment", so learn to maybe ask before since you might not signal clearly that you are about to kiss someone (you might not ask or be very quiet about it), consent is important. People can be very clueless you are about to kiss them, they might not see it coming even if it was very obvious to you. Or you could feel like this about your own first kiss. There could be a photograph of you and your person kissing or it might be caught on a video. Maybe the kiss was done in secrecy (not that it was intentionally kept a secret, but you wanted it private and intimate) or only you two know about the kiss. You might journal about your first kiss, like your write the date down in a secret journal. Maybe you kissed someone for a bet. You might also not tell that this is your first kiss, lie or pretend that you kissed other people before or you could keep it a secret.

Credit goes to my astrology blog @astroismypassion

[darkwood-sleddog]

Hey!

I'm having a hard time tracking down any info on the origin of different sleddog breeds, especially their names, and I remember you've talked about it before.

I searched your blog but only managed to find a post about malamutes.

Any chance you could tell me about the etymology of other breeds like the Siberian Husky and if there are names I should use instead, like Inuit Qimmiq for the CID? Or if maybe you could point me towards good sources?

Thank you.

(also your dogs are lovely)

I mean some names are pretty self explanatory such as "Greenland Dog" and "Yakutian Laika" and "Inuit Sled Dog" (note that any indigenous breed is also going to have its own name in its native language as well, an example of this being Qimmiq).

I talk about the general etymology of the word "husky" and its usage as a generalized term HERE.

I talk about the etymology of the term husky and its use as a racial slur, as well as the use of racial slurs as dogs names HERE.

I talk about using alternative names for said racial slurs and some problems you may come across in the dog world when doing so HERE.

Also CID, as in Canadian Inuit Dog, and Inuit Qimmiq are both considered perfectly fine to use as it uses the proper term for the people originating the dog. It is the Canadian Kennel Club's official breed name of "Canadian Eskimo Dog" that there are (obvious) issues with. The campaign for name change desired "Canadian Inuit Qimmiq" as a compromise but did not go through.

Beyond listening to the various indigenous groups affected by these particular racial slurs and the racially charged and bizarrely still prevalent theme of naming new dog breeds after random, unrelated indigenous groups as a nod to their "wildness" I would not say there is a concrete source. Indigenous people are not a monolith and two individuals from the same community could likely have very different feelings on particular word usage. As an example of this divide, some people who are involved in working Canadian Inuit Dogs in their historical way take issue with the (many) campaigns to rename the breed, seeing the Canadian Inuit Dog as the true working dog and the registered Canadian Eskimo dogs as more pet bred and different. HERE is an article from the Fan Hitch about that. Now I personally know breeders of registered CEDs that are non-native across multiple continents who take great care to import dogs from their native country and from native sources so....not my circus, not my monkeys, but an interesting argument in this discussion nonetheless.

As with any of my etymology posts I merely seek to bring awareness to the origin on these terms so we can all have a greater sensitivity when interacting with the breeds of dogs that we love. I don't have answers and perhaps there is not really a one size fits all answer to this problem. I myself am not of any of the groups affected by these slurs and mythologizing, so I also don't think i can be considered a definitive source on the subject.

[mushibashiraas]

i have had so much brainrot for haitani rindou. aaaaaaa ever since his first brief appearance in seas.1, i have had it so bad for him. lord help me. so it's about damn time i write a little something for him: lately, all i've had on the mind has been kissing him and the different ways we'd say "i love you." so that's what you're getting here.

a bit self-indulgent. will keep things gender neutral. uhh since there's no "yuu" like my twisted wonderland works,,, hm ig i'll use (y/n)?? (it looks better to me and is way shorter. might change it later tho. idk) i'll also use s/o, as these headcanons will literally be me word-vomitting with no brain-to-mouth filter. lol oops!

— little "eskimo" kisses... like the ones where lovers rub their noses together?? it's really cute! idk. i always liked those kisses.

— or maybe even just rubbing noses against each other in general?

— i can't imagine rindou verbally saying "i love you" a lot or being into pda (unless he gets really jealous and possessive. but that's another post for a different day), especially with his dangerous, i-am-surrounded-by-death-and-people-trying-to-kill-me profession. loyalties always change and you never know who can you trust.

— so small, quiet things like holding pinkies or tapping each other three times to say "i love you" or spending quality time with them. also gift giving but simple, small stuff. nothing crazy or extravagant or pricey. rindou is a simple, strong-silent-type kind of guy and i love them about him!!

— OH! and when he first meets his s/o?? he doesn't notice how much he is (unbeknowst to them) wrapped around their finger until too late. by then he's fallen so hard for them.

— but he still distances himself from them. has a lot of self-deprecation moments like "they're too far out of my league; too good for me." "i'm just protecting them. they'd have a happier, better chance at life without me." "i've killed people with these hands. these should never touch someone so beautiful like them." etc. etc.

— it isn't until ran and everyone get so fed with rin not paying to attention in meetings and skipping out on a night on the town in one of their clubs that rindou shyly strikes up a conversation with them.

— like. they all get how hard it is to find that one person with the life they all lead. but with rindou's not-so-subtle pining, it gets old pretty fast. maybe?? ran tries to set them up?? but rindou always puts an end to whatever ran's doing before (y/n) finds out.

— and even then it takes forever for the two to actually admit that they're in love. rin still doesn't want to drag (y/n) into a life they were never born for. and (y/n) doesn't want to pressure or guilt-trip rindou into telling them what he does. "he'll tell me whenever he's ready. not when i want him to."

— but when they do start officially dating and falling in love, it's a lot of private, quiet dates at home. mostly to keep (y/n)'s identity out of the public eye to protect them.

— mornings waking up to breakfast cooking, wearing rin's shirts, his arms wrapping around them, his nose brushing against their neck as a greeting kiss.

— OH! movie nights indoors. cuddles on the couch.

— sleeping together curled into each other, legs tangled together

— tho these date nights'd be few and far between. too much contact "with the normal world" results in a pattern that is easily exploitable for other rival gangs.

— will definitely get each other matching rings or subtle, hidden matching piercings as a comfort and reminder that one is always with the other.

— does drop off an anonymous flower or two at their place or their work for them.

[archivist-crow]

Odds and ends:

WILD GIRLS OF CHAMPAGNE

In September 1731, in Champagne, France, a wild nine-year-old girl wandered into the small village of Songy. The child's skin was black. She wore rags and animal skins, and she had a bottle gourd on her head, nothing on her feet, and a club by her side. When someone in the hamlet set a dog on her, she gave it a resounding whack on the head, and the dog dropped dead at her feet.

The villagers decided to capture her, first tempting her with a pitcher of water. When she wouldn't leave the safety of a tree, they sent a woman and a child with food to coax her out. So enticed, she was seized and taken before the Viscount d'Epinoy at his chateau. While in the castle, she devoured one of the raw birds hanging in the kitchen. When given a dead rabbit, she rapidly skinned and ate that, too.

After many baths, it was discovered that she had white skin and was apparently an Eskimo. Her thumbs were extraordinarily large, and their size was attributed to her lifestyle of swinging from trees. She was christened Marie-Angelique Memmie LeBlanc. Before her capture, when Memmie had roamed the woods, she was often in the company of a young, wild Negress girl. One day the two girls found an ornament on the ground and fought over it. The girl smashed Memmie's hand, and Memmie hit her companion on the head. Whether the girl died or left was undetermined.

In 1737 the queen of Poland, mother to the French queen, decided to take Memmie hunting. She enjoyed watching the girl chase and catch rabbits with her hands. Memmie learned French, was taught to make artificial flowers, and forced to stop climbing trees and swimming. Her health and spirit suffered greatly. She went on to live in a convent in Paris.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009

[abbatoirablaze]

Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 20

Word Count:  2.6k

Warnings:  angst, serious medical situations, foreshadowing major angst. Warning!

“I want to be with mom…”

Bucky felt like his heart was breaking as he looked at his daughter, “What?”

“Dad…no-it-it’s not what you think…I don’t mean that I want to live with mom,” Cami said quickly, trying to backtrack, “I just-I miss her.  And I know that she misses me.  We’ve been talki-“

“How did you get her number?”

“I’ve always had her number, dad,” Cami sighed sadly as she looked back to her dad, “I-I miss her and Jasper…don’t you?”

Bucky’s jaw twitched, “of course I miss Jasper…but your mother won’t let me see him…not after the last time…”

“Dad…” His steely orbs flickered away from hers, “you know why you aren’t allowed to see him…”

“Yeah…yeah…I’ve gotten enough flack from her about it…I don’t need you making me feel guilty too…”

“I don’t think mom’s been making you feel guilty about anything….if I had to guess, there’s a reason why you don’t miss her either.”

Bucky looked back to his daughter, her intense gaze making him squirm, “what are you insinuating?”

“The babysitter she had last week so the two of you could go to that swanky hotel in Manhattan.”

Bucky paled, “Wh-what?  How did you-”

“At least mom has the decency to tell me that regardless of you two seemingly hating each other’s guts you’re still hooking up…”

“Cami…”

“She still loves you, dad…despite everything…and clearly you still love her…so why do you have to al-”

“I’m not talking about my relationship with your mother…” he grumbled, pushing himself away from the table, “hell, she’s not even your mother.  She-“

“She’s been there, just like you have!” she pointed out, “ever since you two first got together when I was little.  She’s every bit my mom that you are my dad, and you know it, dad.”

“Cam-“

“Dad…you two need to talk…actually talk.”

“A week…”

“Yeah…” Cami nodded as she bit her lip.  She felt guilty over how her mother had managed to get her for that amount of time.  She played with the straps of her backpack, “a-are you going to be okay without me for a week?”

Bucky shrugged, pretending it wasn’t a bigger deal than it actually was, “you’re about to be seventeen, Cami…”

“She’ll be fine, James…you know I’d never let anything happen to our babies,” she offered, her reassuring gesture giving Bucky more butterflies than anything else as she called their kids ‘our babies.’  Bucky gave her an unsure smile as he nodded.  She leaned down to her son and gave him an eskimo kiss,  and Bucky tried to stifle the groan in his throat when he noticed her bountiful cleavage, his own thoughts from their previous weekend together coming to the forefront of his mind, “you’ll be good for daddy, right?”

‘Daddy’

That word kept something primal in him alive; especially coming from her lips. 

Jasper smiled playfully, “of course momma…”

Jasper’s voice broke Bucky from his more feral thoughts as he looked away from them. 

“I’m going to miss you, my little heart breaker!” she teased, playfully booping his nose, “all the girls are going to go crazy asking about you.”

Bucky’s throat felt tight as his eyes snapped back to her, “you’ve taken him to the club?”

“No James,” she sighed, shaking her head as she stood up, “but the girls have seen pictures of him and Cami…they’re always asking about my little super soldier…isn’t that right, baby?”

“Don’t worry daddy, they’re way too old for me!” the child teased.

“His bus for the week will pass the tower at 6:55 and it comes back at 3:10.  I’ve already gone over it with Jasper, and given the notes to the school so that they know he’s going to be on a different bus.  And I’ve talked with Tony and Pepper so you’ll get alerts on the busses GPS as it gets closer,” Mel said quickly, sweeping her hand along Jasper’s face so that she could stroke his cheek, “god you better be good for your father.  James…he’ll try to tell you that I give him ice cream or watch TV during the week, but I don’t.  If you give him ice cream he’ll get an insane sugar rush, and if he has TV time close to bed he’ll be up all night.”

“Mooommmmm,” Jasper groaned, looking at his mother, “I’m not going to trick daddy!”

“He won’t get anything over on me!” Bucky said proudly.

“James…our son is every bit mischievous as you are,” she tutted, stepping closer to him until their bodies were flush against each other, “and he’s as convincing as I am…”

“You wanna do this right now, Mel?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.  Bucky breathed a sigh of relief as she all but melted against him, “if you have any problems…please…call me.  Okay?”

“I will!” Jasper giggled once more.  He nudged his father and the couple split, “tell her daddy…tell momma we’ll be good!”

“We’ll be good, mommy.”

She huffed, still nervous about leaving Jasper with him, “no Steve…at all!”

“I know…I remember that rule!” Bucky huffed, “don’t worry, he-“   

“He doesn’t keep a close eye on him whe-“

“I know!” Bucky said quickly, cutting her off, “no Steve around Jasper.”

“So…who’s the lucky boy?”

Cami blushed, looking away from her mother as she started to fold the laundry on the counter with her, “What are you talking about?”

“Well, you’ve been asking me all about hair and makeup the past few days…and I know for a fact that you aren’t dating anyone yet because your father would have mentioned the need to kill a high school aged boy…so who is he?” she asked teasingly, “what grade is he in?  What’s his name?”

“He-he’s not in a grade, mom…”

Mel stopped folding the laundry, “What?”

“Mom…don’t freak out…you’re the cool parent…”

“Not in a grade?” she asked quickly, “did he graduate last year?  Or is he-“

“It’s Steve…”

Mel stopped speaking.  She dropped the pair of jeans that she’d been folding and stared blankly at Cami, “What?”

“I-I have a crush on Steve…” she admitted quickly.

“Cami…Steve is-“

“I know what you’re going to say mom,” she muttered, shaking her head, “I-I know that you don’t like Steve and that you’re probably going to say what dad said, and that he’s way too old for m-“

“Your father knows about this?”

“A-all the guys do…” she said quietly, “we’ve all…talked about it…”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“I-I don’t want to say,” she said quickly, “I don’t wan-“

“Cameron Camille Barnes!” Mel said firmly.  Cami swallowed nervously, “What…is going on?”

“ITS SICK IS WHAT IT IS!”

Cami frowned as her mother continued the screaming match with her father.

“MELISSA, I-“

“YOU’RE TALKING TO A MINOR!” She spat, “YOU’RE ALLOWING OUR DAUGHTER TO TALK TO A MAN WHO IS BEYOND WAY TOO OLD FOR HER.  LETS JUST IGNORE HOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING IS COMPLETELY IILLEGAL FOR A MOMENT AND TALK ABOUT OUR DAUGHTER.  CAMI IS ABOUT TO BE SEVENTEEN AND YOU-“

“SHE’S NOT YOUR DAUGHTER!”  Bucky screamed.

“Are mommy and daddy fighting?”

“Yeah Jas,” Cami frowned.  She sniffled and tried to wipe away her tears, but her younger brother caught on to what was happening, “They are…”

“Is it our fault?” he asked softly, looking at his parents who were arguing, “like last time?”

“No bud-“

“We’re leaving.  Jasper.  Come on!”

“You’re not going anywhere with my son.  It’s still my time with him!” Bucky said quickly, “y-you said that I could have a week.  We still have another day!  You’re not taking Jasper away from me because you’re upset over what’s happening under my roof!”

“That was before I found out you were screwing around with a minor, James!”

“We’re not screwing around!” he said quickly, “w-we’re waiting until-“

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW SCREWED UP THAT SOUNDS?  YOU SOUND LIKE A PEDOPHILE, JAMES!  YOU ARE SICK!  I MAY NOT HAVE ANY LEGAL CLAIM TO REMOVE CAMI FROM YOU, BUT YOU REFUSED TO SIGN JASPER’S BIRTH CERTIFICATE WHEN HE WAS BORN.  YOU HAVE NO PARENTAL RIGHTS, DESPITE THE DNA TEST YOU TOOK THE LAST TIME WE WERE IN COURT OVER HIM!”

“I’m sick?” Bucky growled, “that’s rich!  If I’m so sick, why do you keep coming back, huh?  Why do you answer when I call like some needy slut?  All I have to do is pick up the phone and give you a time and a place and you’re riding my dick, telling me you love me and you miss me like some pathetic whore!  Steve was right about you.  He-“

The wind was knocked out of him as he doubled over.  His son looked at him through his own set of steely eyes, “no talk about mommy like that, daddy!”

“Jasper no…” Mel said quickly, pulling her son away from his father, “he’s not worth it!”

But the little boy wasn’t ready to give up, “Daddy’s mean,mommy!”

“Jasper stop.  We don’t hit,” she tried to remind her son through her own tears.  She grabbed his hand and began pulling him through the door, “we’re leaving.”

“Mom…wait…”

“I’m sorry baby…I-I can’t be here for this,” she sobbed, shaking her head, “I love you so much, but I can’t be here for you and support that.”

Bucky sniffled to himself as he sat in the cold, uncomfortable chair in the waiting room.  Everyone else had been waiting by the door, as though being closer would mean that they would get to hear the information first. 

But Bucky sat in the corner. 

His head was on a swivel. 

His heart felt like it was frozen.

“DAD!”

Bucky shot up from his spot in the waiting room.  Steve beside him, “what are you doing here, Cami?”

“I couldn’t just wait for the news…h-how’s mom?”

“Where’s mom?” Jasper asked, funneling in behind his eldest sibling.

Rebecca reached out to her father, tiredly from her older brother’s arms, and Bucky took her, the tears slipping down his cheeks, “sh-she’s in surgery…”

“No cry daddy…”

“Cami…” Steve said slowly, biting the corner of his lip.  He reached across and pulled his ex-wife into his arms, “Y-you shouldn’t be here…the kids-“

“She’s my mom, Steve…regardless about how you feel about her…”

“It’s not about her…it-it’s the kids…” he said in a low voice, looking around to his own twin girls and  son who was clinging to each other looking beyond scared, “they-Mel’s not like them…if something happens…they won’t understand it, Bunny.”

“I just wanted to be here for mom, Steve…” she cried, tears slipping down her cheeks, “sh-she’s always been there for me when it mattered…when I told Jas…we couldn’t just sit at home and wait for news.”

“Let’s go to the cafeteria…get you guys some hot cocoa yeah?  You guys  probably didn’t have dinner yet…and with the serum running through all of you you’re probably hungry, right?  How about some food?” Steve offered.  The kids were happy about the treat, and he instructed Jasper and Cami to take the kids downstairs for the snacks.  He walked over to his friend, who had gone back to sitting in his corner, “you want to come downstairs?”

“I-I can’t leave her, Steve…”

“Surgery might be a while.”

Bucky shook his head, his own tears continuing to fall down his cheeks, “it’s my fault she’s like this, punk…she-I knew that the pregnancy would be tough on her…but I just kept pushing…kept saying just one more.  After Timothy…I-I just felt like there was this void…and only another baby would fill it…I kept pushing her until she finally agreed…because deep down we always wanted a big family…something we always talked about…”

“Buck…”

“I wasted all that time, pretending to hate her, Steve…I-I let myself get twisted up in it because of your feelings for her…I tried to cover all those feelings up with those stupid crushes from the girls, and Talia…but it was always her, Steve.  It was always Mel,” Bucky sobbed, “I-I should have just ignored it and followed my heart…we wouldn’t be here if I did…we-we would have been okay…”

“Mel will be fine, Buck…”

“You don’t know that,” Bucky scoffed, “hell I heard what you said to Cami…about if ‘something happened.’  There must be a part of you that believes she’s not coming out of it, especially if you said that.  Mel’s a normal person…she doesn’t have the serum running through her.  She’s not like the rest of us…and it’s fucking terrifying, punk.  I-I don’t know what to do. It’s all that I can think about!”

“You’re right,” Steve said after a moment.  He gave a heavy sigh, “I-I can’t lie to you and say that I don’t think something bad can happen, Buck.  We’ve lived long enough lives so far that tells us bad things happen all the time…the chances are a lot higher that Mel doesn’t walk out of this…”

“That’s it?” Bucky asked with a frown, “not even an apology for all the bullshit you’ve put my family through?  Just admitting after all these years that I was right and then telling me that the love of my life might die!  What the hell is wrong with you, Steve?”

“Would saying I’m sorry really fix anything, Buck?”

“No…because the love of my life is fighting for her life right now…fighting for my son’s life…and I’m the cause of it…”

“Sergeant Barnes…”

Bucky shot up from his seat once more.  He’d been sitting there since Steve left him the first time to help get the kids situated.  But the family seemed to clear a path when Doctor Cho called for him.  All of them having a similar somber look as they saw the sadness on Doctor Cho’s face. 

“The surgery-“

“I’m going to ask that only Bucky comes back for the time being, Captain Rogers!” Dr. Cho said firmly, looking to the super soldier at the far end of the room. 

Bucky’s heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach. 

His legs began to feel like jello. 

His throat tightened as the question burned in the back of his mind. 

But with a stone face he nodded, following Doctor Cho back. 

His heart raced with each step.  He felt himself straining for any sounds.  When he reached the room, he felt like he was going to pass out.  Doctor Cho opened the door, and let him in.  The room was filled with the soft cries of a baby. 

Bucky let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he’d been holding in. 

Monte was okay.

Tears yet again poured down his face as a few nurses helped him get into some one-time use scrubs.  Then they led him into the room. 

“Would you like to meet your son, Sergeant Barnes?”

“M-Monte…” Bucky cried, happy to see that the newest addition to his family was safe and sound.  He cradled the newborn in his arms, sobbing as he counted his fingers and toes, and watched as his baby boy stopped his crying when their eyes met.  The newborn reached for his father’s hand and wrapped his hand around one of Bucky’s fingers.  Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as more tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, “he-he’s okay.  Monte’s okay…baby-“

Bucky stopped speaking when he looked around the room. 

And his heart shattered when he noticed she wasn’t in there with the medical team and that there was no bed in the room.  His anxiety rose again, and new tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“Ch-Cho…where’s Mel?” Bucky asked, his lip quivering as he held his crying newborn son close to him, “Where’s Mel?”

Chapter 21

Tag List:  @Cjand10, @huntress-artemiss, @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @elbell20-blog, @sebsgirl71479, @prokey16

[wonderlandleighleigh]

5 times lenny wanted to punch joel + the one time he still didn't but he wanted to punch him even more than normal

(Let me see what I can do here...)

"Whelp. I guess this makes us Eskimo brothers," Joel says, obviously trying to joke.

Lenny's eye just twitches and he takes a long, slow sip of his whiskey.

2.

Lenny finishes up his set and lingers at the bar at the Button Club. Midge is working late at Gordon Ford, so there's not much reason to head home. He sighs and orders another drink.

"Lemme guess," Joel says, leaning over the bar. "Midge has a headache tonight? She used to pull that shit on me all the time."

Lenny's eye twitches, and he turns to the bartender. "Can you please make that a double?"

3.

"I just don't see what the big deal is," Joel admits.

Midge pinches the bridge of her nose. "Ethan punched someone in the face, Joel."

"Kid probably deserved it," Joel argues.

"That's not the point."

"It's good that he knows how to fight!" Joel cries. "God knows Lenny's not gonna teach him."

Lenny's eye twitches and he slips out of the kitchen to go fix both he and Midge a pitcher of martinis to be enjoyed when Joel finally fucking leaves.

4.

"Can I tell you something?" Joel asks him. He's pretty drunk after a full day of fasting an then a big dinner and a lot of wine with said dinner.

"Please don't," Lenny requests.

It doesn't work.

"Even after having having two kids, Midge was still tighter than Penny," Joel admits.

Lenny squeezes both eyes shut. "Moishe, is there any more wine?"

5.

"Still can't believe she picked a fucking junkie over me," Joel mutters under his breath. Obviously he believed that he'd be quiet enough not to be heard.

He was wrong.

Lenny takes a breath and turns to Midge. "I have a joint. You have a fire escape. I say we go make use of both."

She nods. "Lead the way."

And one time he reeeallllyyyy wanted to punch Joel...

It had been a particularly brutal fight. Joel had really let Midge have it, standing there in the foyer of her apartment, kids waiting patiently, though uncomfortably to leave with their father.

"If you're so in love with your fucking comedy job, maybe you shouldn't have the kids anymore," Joel says. "Since they're taking second seat to your shiny career - or hell, third, considering Lenny is always around."

Lenny takes a breath and lets it out slow, as he watches Midge step back. She's hurt, that's clear. And angry, but not quite sure what to do about it, with her children and Lenny standing right there.

"Joel, it's time to go," Lenny says evenly, his calm voice masking his anger.

"You don't get to tell me what to do," Joel snaps.

"Go cool off," Lenny snaps back. "Come back for the kids tomorrow."

"You can't keep me away-"

"No one wants to be around you when you act like an asshole," Lenny cuts him off. "Least of all your small children who have no clue what the hell is going on. No go home."

Joel glowers at Lenny, and then Midge, before turns around and storming out, slamming the door behind him.

Midge jumps, and lets out a breath, giving Lenny a grateful look before going to hug the kids.

Lenny locks the front door.

[bluelizze]

I will say that in the main story/canon, it's mostly focused on Yume's mental health more on their relationship. But that's a story for another day.

Also, I hope you don't mind me tagging you @honeyychoba because I know you enjoy reading about my Yuu.

jamil is a hopeless romantic for yume

omg it's very inspired by a specfic tumblr post about jamil omg i love them

love to teach each other's culture

jamil loves speaking (and teasing) yume in arabic

when yume goes into a depression episode, jamil would basically take care of them and their errands (if any for the day). he would often encourage yume to at least do something (like eating, brushing teeth, change clothes, etc) and would praise them for accomplishing them

in a way, it's jamil's way of saying thank you (from when yume took care of him from his overblot aftermath) and im sorry (for his overblot as well as making it seem like it was hard to tell him their mental struggles)

no one has ever seen jamil expressing himself more and (if it's not obvious), he only does it around yume (everyone else he dismisses it)

every time jamil sees yume in these clothes, he would always have his arms open for yume to run into so he can pick them up and spin them around, seeing how the long dress flows along with it and calling them "my little sunflower"

the two love meeting up at the botanical garden if the ramshackle dorm or scarabia is unavailable

jamil hugs yume from behind as he watches them sew, admiring their handyman work, occasionally nuzzles into their neck

lots of study dates together (sometimes kalim joins but he doesn't mind being the third wheel)

breakfast in bed <333

eskimo kisses are both of their favorites

yume loves playing and styling jamil's hair

loves holding each other hands and do cute things with them (like brushing thumb over knuckles)

cooks together sometimes and be each other's taste tester

jamil like to (secretly) be a burrito under Yuu's handmade quilt and blankets

comforting each other without saying anything

jamil likes brushing yume's bangs to see their eyes 💛

jamil often sneaks little note in yume's bag when they pass by each other in the hallways

whenever yume visit the basketball club cheering him on, jamil gets motivated and shows off

when jamil had a crush on yume, everyone thought the reason why he was distant was bc he is a servant and if yume marries him, they'll become one as well which is partially true but the main reason is actually because he gets really flustered and nervous of the thought of being with a person like yume

[hollywoods-angel]

iggy <3

iggy was born as evelyn joyce to a british father and a mizo mother. they moved when she was very young, after protesters attacked their mansion. after moving to britain iggy was given a "proper ladylike" education- tutors, playing violin, voice lessons, ballet lessons, but it didn't do much for her.

she ran away, and when she was around 17 she started getting into the british music scene of the 60s. she was nicknamed "iggy the eskimo" due to her look, but she wasn't an eskimo. she dated eric clapton for a while, but they broke it off after she saw him go with another woman into a club. she partied a lot- she'd leave a party, sleep on the street and go to another one.

she's most known for posing on syd barrett's album "the madcap laughs." the two were a couple for a while after he left pink floyd, and they shared a flat together. he wanted to have kids with her. iggy never really found much success, she had oppurtunities to model and act, but she never took them. she had horrible anxiety and ran away from oppurtunities.

iggy picked up an addiction to speed, and it stuck with her for the rest of her life. in the 70s she had to get a job, she got married too. she was very sweet and loved meeting her fans, and interacted with them online. she was a free-spirit- during the 60s she was filmed climbing trees, running barefoot and laughing. she hardly ever told people her name, she really embodied the 60s spirit.

[doublebase89]

AUSSIEPOM DOG

[cherrywperson]

things that are a talkshow boy reference:

(keep in mind this is just for the funsies and not meant to be rlly taken seriously)

australia, ukraine, california, new york, dakota, england, the queen of england (the dead one), puppies, cats, foxes, whales, tv, radio, crosswords, tracheotomy, cold and hot temperatures respectively, the year 1996, the heart, blood, organs, the fool, skeletons, alligators, bananas, the nightmare by henry fuseli, burger joints, icicles, the ocean, the color blue, being sad, being in love, being happy, perestroika, pepsi, cars, being gay, being bi, livejournal, auditoriums, washing machines, marathon stars, cream, butter, squash, chicory, bubble and squeak, pork pie, fairy bread, dim sims, potato cakes, ham, ham on the bone (ham in general), creme caramel, dr pepper, choc tops, paddle pops, gummy bears, gingerbread men, chupachups, murder, souffle, guacamole, toffee apple, abalone, kom pot, chicken strips, sorbet, eggs benedict, gravy, brains, gameshows, 36 degrees celsius, suits, belts, police, ice, summer, books, eskimos, europa, religion, oxigen, food, water, callisto, lcd soundsystem, icebergs, shipwreck, artic, being single, vhs, the sun, frying pans, bakeries, kitchens, breakfasts. hardcore, synthesizers, the gutter, houses, movies, holding hands, testosterone, estrogen, being lactose intolerant, fun, the future, knives, knife fights, ace, king, queen, jack, hearts, clubs, spades, diamonds, 2021, and You!!!!!! probably

in conclusion, talkshow boy is like jjba in terms of references...... well, everything can be a reference of something you like if you try hard enough !