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It’s Not a Party Until [Family Name] Walks In – Custom Family T-Shirt

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[stormsplurge]

happy tears overflowing, lightning bolts so overwhelming

warnings: slight smut at the end, just fem receiving oral, 18+ read at your own risk

pairing(s): seth jarvis x fem! reader

inspired by anime eyes by kacey musgraves <3

1192 words

a/n: this is my first time writing x reader smut and my first time writing x reader stuff in a whiiiiile so i apologize if this is rough. regardless, i hope you enjoy!

“seth.” you said, putting down the knife you were chopping vegetables with, “i can feel your eyes staring a hole in the back of my head.”

“if you want me to stop you should try being less beautiful.” he replied.

before you could open your mouth to reply, he’d made his way across the kitchen and pulled you away from the counter. 

“seth!” you shrieked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into the air. 

you two had been spending the last week in minnesota, spending time with burnzie’s family and enjoying the last bits of summer before you had to get back to carolina. it was through burnzie, actually, that you’d met seth. he was a frequent customer at the animal shelter you worked at, eventually becoming a volunteer, and one of your friends.

you’d organized an adoption event, trying to find some of the pets forever homes and make room for new rescues, and burnzie offered to bring his “friends” as volunteers. he’d forgotten to mention those friends were a bunch of professional hockey players. 

seth had immediately caught your eye. his gap-toothed smile and infectious laughter, but also the edges of his shoulder tattoo peeking out from the edge of his t-shirt sleeves. everything about him was drawing you in, by the time he’d brought you adoption papers to sign off on you knew he’d had you.

“you’re adopting lulu?” you questioned, petting the gorgeous pitbull puppy in his arms.

“if it’s okay.” he responded, focusing his eyes away from the dog and looking into yours for approval.

“of course it’s okay” you said, “i’m so glad she’s finding her forever home. she’s been in the shelter for forever.”

“do you think i could get your number?” he quickly replied, before adding a “so i can text you if i have any questions about, yknow, lulu.”

“jarvis.” you chirped. “if you wanted my number you could have just asked, you didn’t need to adopt a puppy.”

“i know… but lulu was looking at me with her sad puppy dog eyes i couldn’t just leave her here.”

oh god, you thought. i’m fucked.

——

seth asked you out not even a week later.

he’d managed to get his hands on your work schedule and sent a flower every hour, all eight hours you were all at work. at first it was a daisy, with a note attached with only the word “go” you on it. next came a lily, with a note saying “out”. eventually leaving you with eight different flowers spelling out “go out with me please, love seth.” and a mystery address attached to the final one.

everything about the date was perfect, he’d found a secluded park where you wouldn’t be bothered by anybody and set up a picnic. every snack you’d offhandedly mentioned while you two had been texting, all of your favorite foods, everything you could think of was laid out on the blanket.

“oh seth…” you marveled. “you didn’t have to do this all for me.”

“of course i did.” he said, matter of factly. “my mom raised me to never half-ass anything, especially when it comes to a beautiful woman.”

“how’d you even think of this.”

“well burnzie mentioned that you’d been stressed out at work, and aho told me his girlfriend thinks this park is really romantic. so, yeah.”

“i love it.” you said, placing your hand on top of his, where it sat resting on his thigh. “thank you.”

——

from there the rest was history, the last year you’d spent with seth had been some of the best of your life. every minute of your day was filled with love, from lulu’s morning kisses to the daily texts you would get from jarvy as soon as practice was over. everything about it was perfect. 

“seth.” you said as he gently placed you on the counter. “i love you.”

“i know.” he mused, tilting your chin up and placing a kiss on your lips. 

“we shouldn’t be doing this here.” you whispered as his lips trailed over your jaw and onto your neck. “anyone could walk in at any second.”

“they wont be back for another couple of hours, i promise.” he replied as he placed his hands under your thighs and picked you up. you looped your arms around his neck, letting him carry you into the guestroom. 

the kisses were unrelenting at this point. your neck, your collarbones, the spot above your belly button. slowly making his way down to the edge of your shorts. 

“can i?” he asked, waiting for a yes to leave your lips before hooking his finger under the waistband and pulling the fabric down. the energy in the room had quickly turned from comforting to intense, seth’s eyes focusing exclusively on you. 

“you are so beautiful.” he breathes out between kisses, letting the stubble on his cheeks scratch against your inner thighs. 

“you don’t have to keep saying that.” you reply as he brings his tongue to your pussy.

seth aproached sex the same way he did hockey. making every second count, every move having an end goal. on the ice this meant helping his team and scoring goals, and in the bedroom it meant making sure you always felt good. 

you moaned his name as he inched his middle finger farther into you, bringing your hands to his hair and wrapping your fingers in the slight curls that formed at the nape of his neck. 

“you should, ah-, shave the sides again.” you whined, twitching with every slight movement he made. 

“bring back the mullet?” he chuckled, pushing his ring finger in as he spoke. “what about racing stripes should i do those too?”

a yes slipped out of your lips, followed quickly by seth pumping his fingers in and out of you at a desperate pace. his mouth made it’s way to your core as you felt yourself begin to unravel, rapidly reaching your peak.

“seth.” you moaned, throwing your head back. “i’m so close.”

“i know baby, you’re doing so good for me.” 

you were seeing stars, forgetting that you were in someone else’s house, panting and moaning and whining as loud as you could. the pressure in-between your legs growing until you couldn’t take it anymore, coming with seths name on your lips and his head in between your legs.

he was grinning at you from the edge of the bed, already back to his giggly self.

“i love you so much.” he said, making his way up the bed and tucking your hair between your ear.

you shushed him as you brought your hands to his cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. if it were any other day you’d happily go for another round, but the sun was getting to you so you just rolled seth onto his side and burrowed yourself in his chest. the smell of sweat and deodorant pulling you into him. as you felt your eyes begin to grow heavier you felt him drape a blanket over the two of you.

“i love you too.” 

[thesculptedflower]

Hermosa

You work late nights at a diner that’s located in a not so safe part of Albaquerque. You have a very special regular, who ends up being your saving grace from this sad part of your life.

Content warnings: Attempted abuse, attempted sexual abuse, swearing, violence, +18, MDNI

Tropes: Age gap, denied feelings, forced proximity, ’’who did this to you?’’

Part 1/? I've been away for so long I don't know if this goes anywhere anymore. My life is so messed right now, that I just thought that maybe writing would ease it up a bit. We'll see. I missed this. Will proofread later, so sorry for any typos.

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You’re already handing the take-away cup over the counter, before your customer has even had a chance to order. He’s a regular, always comes fifteen minutes before closing, always orders a black coffee with a pinch of cinnamon. It suits him.

’’Am I that predictable?’’ He grins, his fingers brushing against yours as the cup leaves your hand. 

You feel a soft blush creep up your cheeks. ’’Mhmm.’’ You hum in response, taking the few coins he’s offering you. ’’ Or maybe you’re just my favourite customer.’’ You continue almost teasingly.

He lets out a playful chuckle and slips a generous tip to the breast pocket of your t-shirt. ’’That would make me the luckiest man in Albaquerque, hermosa.’’ 

You keep your eyes fixed on his deep brown ones and give him the sweetest smile. 

 The flirting has been going on for months. You’ve patiently been waiting for an invite to a date, or at least a phone number, but to no avail. You suppose it’s your age that’s holding him back. You being in your mid-twenties, and him being over his forties. Not that you’d mind, Lalo Salamanca has aged like a fine wine.

 He takes a seat at the bar, like he always does, and asks you about your day. Like he always does. The air is sweet from the cinnamon in his coffee. 

’’Nothing out of the ordinary, a few drunks and family feuds.’’ You tell him, leaning your elbows on the counter. ’’Oh, and an attempted robbery. Haven’t had one of those in a while.’’

Lalo’s eyebrows rise slightly, urging you to keep going about this robbery.

’’A young man, probably my age, poor thing was out of his mind with drugs. Didn’t even have a gun. I mean thank god he didn’t, but it was just sad. Probably just wanted to get some cash to buy his next fix.’’ You recollect the events of the day. 

’’You called the cops?’’ Lalo asks, stirring his coffee.

’’Didn’t need to, a few truck drivers managed to shoo him away. He did promise to come back with weapons and back up though, but I’m not putting much trust on that.’’ 

You begin to wipe down the counter, not feeling too worried about empty threats of young narcs. You’ve seen plenty in the years you’ve worked in this diner, and this one won’t be your last. 

’’I’d take it seriously, you never know what’s going on inside their heads.’’ 

Lalo’s suddenly very serious tone catches your attention. You turn to look at him and to your surprise he’s almost angry. Worried even.

You place a hand on top of his and smile softly. A very brave move, one you’ve not tried before. He stares your hand for a quick moment before lifting his eyes back up to yours. 

’’I’ll be fine. I do have a taser behind here.’’ You reassure him.

The diner clock rings as a sign of closing, pulling you out of the moment.

’’I’m going to have to kick you out now.’’ You tease, knowing full well that he’d rather stay in, even if just a moment longer.

’’Still won’t let me stay?’’ He tries to bargain, like he always does. Bit of the gleam has returned to his eyes.

You’re well aware of the cameras in here, and of the fact that my boss keeps a close eye on them. Can’t have any strange men in here alone with me.’’ You tell him, like you always do. 

You walk with him to the door and open it for him. He stops to place his hand on the small of your back. The sudden closeness takes you by a surprise, yet you still lean into his touch, ever so slightly.

’’I’m no stranger to you hermosa.’’ He almost purrs. ’’Stay safe, I’ll see you tomorrow.’’

You say your goodbyes, already missing the warmth of his hand on you. You lock the door and watch him walk through the parking lot to his car. He turns to look back at you before getting in. Like he always does. Usually he’s all smiles and winks, but tonight his eyes are filled with worry.

A shiver goes down your spine, and you try to shake away the nervousness the conversation about the robbery gave you. You turn off a few lights and put on some music to get through of the last cleaning tasks of the evening. 

You’re too far away from the entrance, and too immersed in your work and the music, that you don’t hear the window on the front door shatter. Or someone slowly cracking the door open and entering the diner. Only when they’re standing a few feet behind you, and you spot their reflection on the wet floor you were mopping, you realise the danger you’re in.

You have to think quickly. The bucket in front of you is full of extremely hot soapy water and your mop is in there. You swing the mop with everything you got, and hit the intruder in the face.

He screams in agony. ’’You fucking bitch!’’ The hot water burns the delicate skin on his face, leaving him confused and aimless. His gun goes off while he’s struggling to gain his sight back, but the bullet goes awry, and breaks one of the windows.

You try to seize the moment and run away from him, but he manages to grab you by your hair and yank you backwards to the slippery floor. 

You let out a cry when your back hits the floor, but you cannot stop now. You try to crawl away, towards the register where the taser is. Just a little too far.

You hear angry footsteps nearing you, so you try to get up, but the floor is too slippery from the water and soap. 

’’You’re going to wish you were dead before I’m done with you.’’

You recognise the voice from earlier. It’s the same young man who tried to rob you today. Of course it is. You try to turn to look at him, to plead with him, to tell him that he can take everything from the register, but he counters your movement by kicking you in the shoulder, keeping you on the floor. You let out a helpless sob, still trying to get to the counter. Your whole body is filled with panic and you can barely focus on anything else but to surviving.

’’Drop the gun cachorro.’’

Lalo.

You try to look up at him, but he motions you to stay down. He doesn’t even look at you, his eyes, and his gun, are fixed on the other man behind you.

’’This is none of your business grandpa.’’ The young man shouts, waving his gun between you and Lalo.

’’Oh this is very much my business. This is my favourite diner, would be a real shame if I had to paint the walls with your blood. And I’m not a very good painter.’’ 

You can hear the wicked grin in Lalo’s voice. And the anger in the young man’s breathing.

’’Be wise, and drop the gun. Nobody has to die tonight. You’ve already embarrassed yourself enough, leave with your life, while you still have the fucking chance.’’ Lalo barks it like an order.

’’This bitch owes me! She-’’

’’She doesn’t owe you shit! And I, am loosing my patience. If you’re not out of this building in five fucking seconds, you’re leaving in a bodybag.’’

Lalo emits dangerous energy around himself, and it finally feels like he got trough the man’s drugged haze. He scatters past you and Lalo, shouting profanities and promising revenge as he runs.

You flinch as Lalo lays a hand on your shoulder. ’’Está bien hermosa.’’ He speaks so softly.

You take a hold of both of his hands as he helps you up. His hands are all over you immediately, checking you for wounds. The initial shock is starting to wear off, and in it’s place you’re starting to feel anger. Disappointment. Towards yourself. 

You back off from him, taking in all the damage around the diner. ’’Fuck this shit.’’ You whisper, pulling out your phone. Lalo leans against the counter, watching you as you dial your boss’s number and call him. He too can hear the amount of yelling that’s being raided on your ear. 

’’Yeah, well maybe you should hire fucking men then, but they don’t get tips for you to steal!’’ You scream into the phone before hanging up on him. You’re about to storm out of the diner when Lalo stops you by your wrist. ’’What?!’’ You’re still shouting, but it doesn’t phase him.

’’Get in the car, I’m driving you home.’’ He says with a tone you cannot argue against. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. ’’Fine.’’

The drive to your apartment is quiet. You’re so angry at yourself, for being so weak, not being able to defend yourself from a junkie. How you had just boasted that you can take care of yourself, just to be proven very wrong in a matter of 30 fucking minutes. 

Lalo parks the car on the visitor spot of your building complex and gets out before you to open your door for you. You try to walk past him to get home, but he stops you once again.

’’Enough with the attitude.’’ 

You cannot believe the audacity. You open your mouth to fight back but he speaks over you.

’’You’re in shock, but do not let the anger get to you. You did everything you could. And you survived.’’ He’s raising his voice just a little, trying to get through your anger. You know he’s just worried and that he just saved your life, but you can’t stop the words from spilling from your mouth.

’’What do you care, you’re not my fucking boyfriend.’’ Your words are like venom to him.

’’Don’t I fucking know that!’’ 

Once more you open your mouth to fight back, but are left with nothing to say when his words register to you. You’re now both just angrily staring at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. Fuck it, you think, and rush your body against his, your hands pulling him by his neck down to kiss you. Lalo doesn’t waste time wrapping his huge arms around your waist, desperately trying to pull you even closer to him. You begin to lead him towards your apartment and to your surprise, he follows. His eyes are so dark he seems like a different person, and you think that perhaps he is. How he was ready to kill a man for you, just like that.

You open the door to your apartment and pull him inside by his belt. He’s grinning just barely. He closes the door behind him, and pulls you back to him, his lips taking claim of yours. 

You’re trying to remove your shirt, when Lalo suddenly stops. He takes a deep breath and removes your hands from your shirt. 

’’I cannot do this to you.’’ He lets out a sigh and rubs his temples with his hand. 

You let out a sarcastic laughter. ’’What the fuck Lalo?’’ Your temper is rising all over again. The tension between the two of you is so tense it could be cut with a knife.

’’You flirt with me for months, and as much as I’ve enjoyed it, I’m starting to need a bit fucking more.’’ You begin to let out all those suppressed emotions you’ve been harbouring for him. 

’’And now, you almost kill a man for me, and then you let me kiss you, and lead you to my place, and on the last fucking minute you back out. You’re a fucking pussy.’’ You’re trying to hurt him. Playing nice hasn’t gotten you anywhere with him, so maybe this does. Or at least it’ll destroy anything and everything you might have had with him, so you can start moving on.

Lalo closes the distance between you, and takes a hold of your chin. Not too tight, but firm enough to keep you looking at him.

’’You just don’t get it querida.’’ He growls. ’’I’ve had my eye on you from the first time you served me a coffee in that pitiful diner. From the first fucking smile you gave me, I have been hooked on you.’’ 

Your eyes are tearing up from the sheer passion that’s being let out to the air around you. Everything is happening all at once.

’’You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve laid my eyes on, and I’ll be damned if something happens to you because of me.’’ 

He really is a dangerous man, you think. 

’’But dios mio, if I even think about you with anyone else,  I feel like ending people.’’ 

You try to struggle against his grip, but he towers over you, holding you steady.

’’I work in the cartel, I’ve murdered and tortured, both deserving and undeserving poor souls. I am not the man for you.’’ His eyes are dark but conflicted.

’’But so ain’t any other hijo de puta.’’

You can feel his grip loosen on you just a bit. You push his hand away from you, and land a nasty slap to his cheek. He bites his lower lip, but holds back from saying anything. He’s said enough, and he can only hope it makes you see him as he really is. So he too, can start moving on.

’’Get the fuck out of my apartment, I have work tomorrow.’’ You spit out almost hatefully. 

’’You’re not going back there.’’ He tries to command you.

’’Try to stop me, I fucking dare you.’’ You argue. Lalo holds his tongue. 

’’Fine, but I’ll be taking you home every fucking night you’re closing.’’ He leaves and slams the door shut before you can argue back. 

Only when you hear his car leave the parking lot, you dare to let yourself cry. You mourn the person you were just a few hours ago, and the ’’situationship’’ you had with your favourite late night regular. But you can’t ignore the burning feeling inside your chest that yearns for this newfound person. This criminal, who burns for you as much you burn for him. For the man who would kill for you, in a heartbeat. 

Would you kill for him too, if it meant killing the old you, to let a new, different you, in?

[antifainternational]

Far-Right Mass Shootings, May 2022-May 2023

Now that we know that the mass murderer in Allen, Texas was a far-right extremist and incel (as well as that puzzling but not-that-uncommon mix of being a racialized neo-nazi/white supremacist), we wanted to illustrate that mass shootings by the far-right are not aberrations with this list of similar events from over the last twelve months: December 23, 2022: A gunman opens fire in Paris, killing 3 Kurdish people & wounding 3 more in a plan to “kill non-European foreigners.” The attacker had just been released from prison after attacking migrants in Paris with a sword the year before. December 19-20, 2022: 22-year-old Anderson Aldrich enters a CO. gay bar with an assault rifle & opens fire, killing five and wounding 25 others before he is subdued. November 25, 2022: A 16-year-old former student storms two schools in Aracruz, Brazil, armed with two pistols and wearing a bulletproof vest emblazoned with a swastika. The teen shoots 16 people in the rampage, killing three of them. October 12, 2022: After posting an online manifesto against Jewish & LGBTQ+ people, a Bratislava, Slovakia teen shoots three people outside a local gay bar, killing two and wounding the third person before fleeing. The suspect was found dead the next day. September 27, 2022: Brothers Mark & Michael Sheppard are charged with manslaughter for opening fire on a group of migrants getting water near Hudspeth County, TX. One victim died from gunshot wounds, and one is recovering at an El Paso hospital. September 26, 2022: A gunman wearing a balaclava and a t-shirt with a swastika emblazoned on it enters an elementary school in Izhevsk, Russia, killing 15 people - 11 of them children - and wounding another 39 before turning the gun on himself. September 11, 2022: 53-year-old Igor Lanis’ obsession with far-right conspiracies ends when he guns down his wife, 25-year-old daughter, & family dog, before turning his shotgun on responding police, who shoot him dead. Only his daughter survives. August 9, 2022: A group of Black men helping someone jump-start a car in a Macon, GA. Wal-Mart parking lot are subjected to racial abuse by another man who then pulls a gun and begins shooting at them. May 15, 2022: 68-year-old David Wenwei Chou is charged with hate crimes after storming a Taiwanese church in Laguna Woods, CA. and shooting parishoners, killing one and injuring five others

May 14, 2022: An 18-year-old white supremacist opens fire in a supermarket in a black neighbourhood in Buffalo, NY, killing ten customers and wounding three others while livestreaming the attack.

May 11, 2022: A masked gunman walks shoots 3 Korean women working in a Dallas hair salon. Authorities believe the incident is connected to two earlier drive-by shootings targeting Asian-owned businesses in the Dallas area on April 2nd and May 10th. This is just a list of mass shootings committed by bigots, fascists, and far-right extremists over the last 12 months. We haven't included shooting with less than two victims, thwarted mass shootings, or any of bombings, stabbings, vehicle attacks, or other acts of violence.

In 2022 we documented 477 violent incidents motivated by hate or committed by bigots, fascists, or right-wing extremists, including 112 shootings. These attacks killed 366 people and injured 399 others. Read our 2022 report here. When we say anti-fascism = self-defence, we meant it. The endpoint for far-right ideology is mass murder. Fascists intend to do harm to our communities and will seize on any opportunity to hurt others. The only thing stopping them is ourselves. WE PROTECT US!

[fuck-customers]

It's almost sad that when I tell my regulars I only make $14.50 an hour at a job where I do professional level graphic design and print work, they all get shocked and say I should be making more (I work at a locally owned print shop, and I love the job for the most part, I just hate how I'm rushed and hate certain clients).

WcDonads employees make more than I do. Gas station employees around here make more than I do. And I honestly feel quite jipped because I was told to go to college. Get a degree. Find a job in the field I go to school for and I'll be set (I'm one of those "zillenials," too young to be a millenial but too old to be gen z). Some people say i should be thankful, $14.50 is a lot, but cost of living where I'm at is at least $20/hr. Granted, my college is completely paid for so I don't have student loans to worry about and I'm happy I have graphic design and photography experience. But when I'm at work and I feel the bald patch from where my hair has been falling out from stress from workload, it makes me feel like I was tricked.

I'm so conflicted. Like I said. I like this job. When things aren't busy it's wonderful. But those are becoming fewer and farther between where stuff has completely reopened from Covid and more people want printing for events and sales.

And I've met wonderful people! And learned about small businesses in my community I would have never known about otherwise! I love getting to make nice designs and print beautiful art every day. One of my current friends I've met copying her artwork for her! My gifts to my family have been photo prints and even signs for my dad's workshop that I've gotten printed at a discount and they're all loved so much. And I don't have to wear a uniform - jeans and a t-shirt of my choice every day!

But I've also been yelled at over small shit like maps not being printed on time, or how the color on a flyer isn't as "vibrant as it is on screen," or told to hurry up on a yard sign that someone decided they needed today rather than next week, or have a someone chew me out because I haven't even had time to print three sheets of mailing labels because I've had to hold the hand of a very picky woman who wants her rental guest book to look "just right" yet can't be assed to learn how to use a computer on her own. I've had packages thrown at me when I've said people need to pay to ship them. People getting mad over $.20 black and white copies and $.49 color copies. People saying they're going to get their business cards from PistaVrint because it's cheaper. People come to us and act like we're tech support - "Why is my computer not opening Wicrosoft Mord?! Why is my email not sending?! Why is my phone doing this?!" Like I don't know! Take it to Bye Best!

My manager hardly gets paid any more than I do and she's been with the business for almost 30 years and drives an hour each day to come to work. I only got bumped to $14.50 after my boss overheard I was interviewing at a college print shop that would have paid me $18 an hour. He couldn't even wage match! And I didn't even get the job.

I don't have funds to move to another location where I could find a better paying job in my field, nor would I want to as my family and community are here.

There is a pillow factory here I never knew about. They're hiring various positions starting at $19 an hour. Evenings and weekends mostly off, only needed to work if they need to fill a very large order. My friend started there this week and while she says she's physically tired, the environment seems nice so far and I'm so burnt out here that I've already asked her if she can get a word in for me to start there. More pay? And way less customer interaction? I could do that! But it sucks that I feel like abandoning what I like to do because of my pay grade and the stress I feel. I wish it was all different.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[simshousewindsor]

By Shon Gableton | Published by SNN

WILLOW CREEK, Americreek (SNN) - - Queen Katherine I and Prince Rainier, Prince consort, just returned from a visit to the United States and the White House on a goodwill tour. During this five-day visit, the royal couple were hosted by President Paulina McNally and First Gentleman Prescott McNally at the White House. Queen Katherine I stayed in the Rose Bedroom while Prince Rainier stayed in the Lincoln Bedroom.

Queen Katherine I has shown off a more adventurous side of her wardrobe in vintage pieces, and custom made dresses during her royal tour of the United States of Americreek this week, mostly by famed designer @rustys-cc.

DAY ONE

LANDING IN THE US IN COLORS OF THE FLAG

As they arrived at Reinhart Airport in the RAF Voyager jet to kick off their tour, Her Majesty touched down on her trip in a bright blue outfit by designer @rustys-cc while Rainier opted for a grey suit and tie.

The Queen also carried a scallop trim clutch by @theroyalsims and wore Adaline's Wedding brooch. In a nod to the Americreek flag, Queen Katherine paired her gorgeous cobalt blue dress with @dallasgirl79's 'Christian Louboutin Iriza' pumps in the same shade.

Katherine and Rainier were greeted on the tarmac by Willow Creek Governor, Jamal Tompkins and US Secretary of State, Rachel Pitt.

Their first stop was the White House to meet with President McNally and the first gentleman, and settle in their rooms. The president is in a crucial race for re-election in November against Republican challenger, Harold T. Dixon.

In a statement, Buckingsim Palace stressed this as a 'goodwill tour' not a State visit, which warrants official public ceremonies, and state receptions. Royal/goodwill tours are less formal visits than a state visit to another country, with a lesser emphasis on ceremonial events.

DAY TWO

VISIT CACAO FARM IN NEWCREST

The Queen once again showed she's mastered the art by donning the colors of Americreek's flag on day two of her US tour with Prince Rainier.

They kicked off the second date of their tour by indulging their love of music and chocolate as they were shown around a family-run cacao farm in the coastal town of Willsimsburg.

Dressing like the Americreek flag, Kate donned a §500 blue and white polkadot midi-dress by @sentate, for the occasion. To add an extra touch of blue, Her Majesty donned §55 statement Aquamarine earrings from trendy brand @glitterberrysims. And she recycled her trusty nude platform wedges by @dallasgirl79, her go-to footwear for any summery events or outings.

During their visit to the Che 'il chocolate farm, Kate couldn't resist the "amazing" smell wafting in the air as she tried her hand at grinding nibs (crumbled dried cacao beans) with a mortar and pestle, a task typically performed by sims women in the rural communities of Latin Americreek.

And though Prince Phillip, Princess Grace, Prince Michael, and Prince Samuel were thousands of miles away, they were at the forefront of the Queen and Prince consort's minds, with Kate admitting, "I think our children will be very jealous," as they dipped tortilla chips into a chocolate fountain and sampled hot chocolate made from the organic farm.

DAY THREE

VISITED THE ANCIENT MAYAN ARCHAEOLOGICAL SITE OF DEL SOL VALLEY

The Queen dressed for the occasion as she embarked on a trip to the ancient Mayan archaeological site in the jungle during day three of the tour, as she joined Prince Rainier on a visit to an ancient Mayan site in Del Sol Valley.

She arrived in green trousers, paired with a simple white t-shirt, Ray Ban 2140 sunglasses by PauleanR and canvas boots.

The prince matched Her Majesty and dressed in casual neutrals.

Kate and Rainier later went deeper into the jungle and took part in a jungle survival skills lesson with the US Army Training Support Unit.

DAY FOUR

WHITE HOUSE GIFT EXCHANGE AND RECEPTION

President McNally exchanged gifts with Queen Katherine I in an East Room ceremony at the White House in Willow Creek.

Her Majesty wore a repeat, but in purple, of the Somerville Coat Dress by @warwickroyals​ she wore to the 2023 Service of Thanks.

The Queen presented President McNally with a set of silver-plated horseshoes and a leather bound version of "Americreek Is Lost," a copy of the essay written in 1882 by King Albert II analyzing the causes and the effects of the Americreek Revolution.

The President gifted Queen Katherine and Rainier, Prince consort a Steuben crystal flower bowl engraved with quotations from William Shakesime and a framed print of an 1897 newspaper illustration depicting four horses pulling a carriage through Newcrest.

US Senator Mitch McCorkle also presented Her Majesty a pair of Gold Butterfly earrings, a gift on behalf of the US Senate.

Showing she can also dress up to, later in the day Katherine I sported a §2,500 vintage yellow gown by designer @rustys-cc for an evening reception in celebration of Her Majesty's visit, which she paired with the Mary Beth of Gibralsim Diamond bandeau, Pearl choker by @batsfromwesteros, and Gold Butterfly earrings gifted to her by the US Senate earlier in the day.

One of the most recognizable bracelets Katherine wore is a Vintage LEP bracelet by renowned jeweler, S-Club. Gifted to Zarah, Queen Dowager (then Queen consort) by the US Senate during a goodwill tour with husband, Edward II, in November 1952.

The bracelet features several design elements that symbolize peace and hope. The scrolling link sections have a four-leaf clover design, a floral motif that primarily symbolizes good luck, so the Queen may have opted for this bracelet in tribute to the start of her reign.

DAY FIVE

FLIGHT TO WINDENBURG

Queen Katherine and Rainier arrived at Lucas Reinhart III International Airport as they depart Americreek and board a flight back to Windenburg.

After her whirlwind tour of Americreek, Her Majesty still found time to showcase her fashion credentials.

As she departed Americreek for Windenburg, the Queen sported a vintage red @rustys-cc sweater she bought while studying at the University of Britechester, where she met Prince Rainier over a decade ago.

Buckingsim Palace announced today that The Prince consort, as chair of the Commonwealth Study Conference, will visit Dacana next week on a private working tour. The trip is the first visit overseas the Prince consort will make without the Queen.

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I was re-reading growing pains and was wondering…

What does a joint birthday celebration look like for Andy and Bianca?

For those of you who don't know...

In my Growing Pains Series, Andrew Barber and his oldest daughter, Bianca "BiBi" Barber, share a birthday. They call themselves the "Birthday Twins", and they both absolutely love it.

No matter how old she gets, BiBi is never embarrassed by her so-called twin and looks forward to celebrating with him year after year. Sometimes they might celebrate at a restaurant, other times they might choose an interactive activity in which the whole family can participate - like the time they all went go-karting.

However, if you were to ask Andy, he would tell you that his favorite joint party was their very first one. After all, how many people get to enjoy their birthday with the best present they've ever received?

Of course they went all out to mark the occasion. He and BiBi had matching t-shirts, custom party favors, a cake, and more. It was quite the event, I can tell you that. Tons of family and friends came out and a good time was had by all.

And the pictures! If Andy had to pick one, it would be the photo Baby Girl took of their sweet BiBi laughing like crazy as she fed (read: smashed) Andy cake.

Thanks for the ask!

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Kleptoshipping: My Missing Puzzle Piece (Chapter 1, Part 1)

Title: My Missing Puzzle Piece Main Ship: Kleptoshipping / Boardshipping Side Ships: Puffshipping, (Future) Goldshipping Rating: R (On Tumblr); Explicit (on AO3 when I end up posting it) Summary: Two men meet in a dressing room as they're getting outfits for the same engagement party. They hit it off more than they understand, and complete each other more than they know. Warnings: References to sex, rather explicit language in later parts. Notes: Welp, here it is. I said I'd start posting this fic on tumblr and by the Gods, I'm doing it. Comments give me fuel and I have to give special thanks to @antaresr for the long brainstorming sessions and huge inspiration boosts for this thing. Honestly, I would not have gotten as far as I have in this fic without you. ---

The dressing room door swung open with a hard crack. Yuugi tried not to wince as it slammed shut behind him. 

Look, it wasn’t as though he could easily close it, okay? His arms were full of shirts that were probably too loose and pants that made him feel like he was going to a job interview, and with him standing at a good five foot nothing he could barely even see above the haphazard pile that he carried in his arms. Maybe he could have treated the clothes better; they would probably be wrinkled by the time he even tried them on. Then again, he probably wasn’t the first person who grabbed these exact clothes off the racks, and definitely wouldn’t be the last. 

Gods, why was he doing this again? Right. Engagement party. Best friend getting married. 

Needing to make a good impression with his buddy's fiance’s family lest they think that their son was marrying someone who ran around with people who didn’t know how to dress in polite company. 

Look, he liked his nerdy T-shirts, all right? He was a game designer for goodness’ sake; just about everything in his closet had some kind of nerdy branding unless they were work clothes or the depressing dregs of his weird edgelord leather phase in high school. 

The less said about that edgelord phase, the better. 

He still liked his fair share of leather wristlets and cuffs, but leather pants? Cutoff sleeveless shirts? The multiple belts and studded collars? Gods. The fact that his family let him leave the house back then was something he would never understand.

Yuugi took a deep breath in…then out. He gently set the clothes down on the bench before staring at them like they would grow a mouth and eat him alive like some kind of closet mimic. 

Jonouchi probably wouldn’t care if he wore his work clothes, come to think of it. His fiance probably wouldn’t, either; Ryou was barely seen without a cardigan, spooky halloween sweaters, or striped shirts.

Honestly, it was surprising that either of them went with such a…normal engagement party at all, with nice clothes and everything.

They met at a haunted house, after all. 

Well…maybe ‘met’ was too strong a word. Jonouchi got dragged into an American-style horror attraction after he lost a bet with one of their other friends, and Ryou was one of the actors there. Even though they were in high school at the time, Jonouchi never got over his childhood fear of ghosts and the supernatural; Ryou was dressed as a very convincing zombie and tried spooking him, but the poor guy ended up fainting from fright. After checking in on him (without makeup), the two hit it off, realized they went to the same school, and Ryou was integrated into their little group of friends.

They started dating after Ryou strategically used horror movies to snuggle up to Jonouchi and “comfort him with kisses.”

Their first date was at a Duel Monsters Booster Draft event; they won the team battle category and Jonouchi kissed Ryou for the first time.

Their first anniversary was spent playing a custom Monster World campaign that Ryou made to “celebrate their relationship”.

They got engaged after Jonouchi willingly stayed the night at a haunted house with Ryou, announcing that he would “brave anything if it meant being with you forever.”

Nothing about them was ‘traditional’ or ‘normal’...

Ah, but Ryou's family was the variable here; there was his (absent) father, and…

There was the fact that the engagement party was next weekend and he still hadn't bought an outfit.

Seriously, he needed to stop stalling.

“Come on, you can do this.” Yuugi shook his head and slapped his cheeks. So what if he was a grown-ass man who had to buy his clothes from the children’s section because he was too short for anything else? So what if sitting in this dressing room was claustrophobic and it made him want to make a beeline back home and huddle into his comfy clothes and read a comic book? He could do this. It was just clothes, it was just one night, and then he could throw it in the back of his closet until the next time he needed to wear something ‘nice, but not too nice’.

Maybe he should have asked Atem to go with him. That wasn't weird, right? Nothing weird about a grown man asking his Egyptian half-brother to go clothes shopping with him in a crowded mall on a weekend.

‘Hey, Atem, I know you're really busy with grad school and you have a thesis defense coming up, but do you think you could take a break from your much more important work to go shopping with me because I hate it?’

Nah, probably not.

Even though he knew Atem would happily go with him if he asked. 

No, that was exactly why he couldn't ask. Atem was a great guy, but that didn't mean that he needed to be taken advantage of like that. 

For goodness’ sake, Yuugi was an adult!

He had a good job! He had his own place! He had a cat! He paid his bills and scheduled all of his own medical appointments! 

You know, like every single adult did every single day!

If he could do that, then he could damn well buy his own clothes without his big brother's help! He picked up a lavender button-up with a sigh…

…and jumped as the door to the stall next to his slammed shut.

“For fuck’s sake.” 

If the person next door was trying to be quiet, he was failing. Their voice was like velvet, dripping with sarcasm and frustrated contempt. Was it possible for a voice to be hot while sounding that pissed off? Yuugi never thought about it before; then again, when was the last time he even dated? Two years ago? Three? Because failed first dates and awkward attempts at flirting totally counted as dating, right? Yuugi swallowed as he took off his shirt and tossed it aside; might as well bite the bullet and try on this lavender travesty. The fabric was soft to the touch, at least. The thought of sitting through anything semi-formal in something scratchy made his skin crawl. There was a loud thump in the adjacent stall, followed by the tell-tale slap of clothes getting tossed on the bench. Yuugi’s neighbor, Mr. Hot Voice, growled. “‘Dress nice’; why don’t you ask me to hang myself while you’re at it? Shitty old man.” Yuugi finished buttoning up the shirt and looked at himself in the mirror; it wasn’t his color and it made him look like he was going to a fancy club, but it didn’t look bad. In theory. If he actually liked wearing something like this. Okay, so this was a finalist, at least. Time to test out the other shirts.

There was some shuffling next door, followed by a muffled curse.

“Oh, perfect. What dipshit put the wrong sizing sticker on these?!” Yuugi had to bite back a chuckle. “These aren’t pants, they’re parachutes! Next.” 

Poor guy. He didn’t sound like he was having a good time, either.

At least he wasn’t alone, right? Suffering loves company and all that.  With a sigh, Yuugi reached for the ugly beige sweater near the bottom of the pile. Might as well get the rest of these shirts over with.

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Epilogue – Jonathan

Dollhouse Masterlist

tw aftermath of horrible trauma, talk of surgery the aftermath of it, mentions of drugs, rehab, suicidal tendencies, past implied noncon, rocky recovery, past lady whump with effects in the present, self-blame, self-doubt, mention of major character death within the family, parents sent to prison, it’s a lot but it’s happy i swear

Jonathan tried to balance all the boxes of food in one hand as he reached for the door handle with the other. He narrowly missed it, the door seemingly opening on its own; Honey stood in the doorway, quickly taking half the boxes with a concerned expression.

The transformation she’d made since last year still astounded him. Some of it was physical, readily apparent upon first glance, like slowly gaining back up to a healthy weight with the help of the family’s private dietitian, growing her hair out to be able to wear it in elaborate braids, and changing her wardrobe from custom doll clothes to jeans, sweatpants and T-shirts with smiling avocados on them. But for the most part, it was things like allowing herself to slouch a little, speaking “out of turn”, making decisions on her own… like officially changing her name to Honey after her escape and stay at the hospital. 

“You really shouldn’t strain your hands like that,” she said softly, the way she said most things. 

“They don’t really hurt anymore, really.” He pushed the door closed after himself with his foot, taking care to do it slowly instead of slamming it. “Thank you.”

“Well, you don’t need to make them hurt again. Plus, you’re gonna drop them one day. It’s an accident waiting to happen.”

He sighed, placing the boxes on the kitchen table. “I’m sorry. I’ll make two trips next time.”

Honey put the rest of the boxes next to those ones. “No, it’s… I don’t know. I didn’t mean to scold you. Sorry. I just… I’ve been feeling weird lately.”

Jonathan gave her a look of genuine empathy. Their situations weren’t the same, but unfortunately, they both had some trauma relating to the coming days. “The anniversary?”

She nodded. “Sorry. I know– It’s not the same. She was your sister. I shouldn’t be wallowing so much, I just… And not even just your sister–”

He shook his head. “Don’t do that to yourself. It’s difficult for all of us. Don’t– don’t try to go through it alone.” He spread his arms a little, allowing her to step closer and nuzzle against his chest. He wrapped her up in a tight hug, letting the words sink in for a moment. “You can feel things, yeah? And you can tell me about them. And you can cry, and be angry, and be anxious. I’m here for you, okay?” 

She didn’t respond right away. He knew she was mulling it over, trying to actually take in the meaning of the words instead of giving a manufactured reaction. “I’m here for you, too,” she said eventually, and Jonathan knew she meant it. She had been there for him throughout all of this, despite her own struggles. They’d been there for each other.

“Let’s call the others, yeah?” 

Seeing the dolls improve as they did was beyond Jonathan’s wildest dreams. Sure, he knew that their family fortune would be able to pay for a lot of procedures and therapy, but he didn’t think he would have access to that fortune after Grace’s passing. The fact that his father stepped up and ensured that everyone who was willing to accept the help would be taken care of was absolutely fantastic. Jonathan had never felt so much love for him before, and especially since they’d had that talk about Grace.

As it turned out, his mother was the one forcing him to play along. With Grace’s death, he realised he couldn’t do it anymore, and did what he could to remedy the whole decade of inaction. The truth came out bit by bit, starting with the events of that fateful day, but his father made sure that all the victims were set up with the best legal teams. When it came to his own family, he was as truthful as he could be, incriminating both his wife and himself in the process. He never protested the decision of the court. 

Jonathan had inherited the company, and he immediately dismantled it from top to bottom. He started a smaller business with part of the leftover money, spending the rest on the recovery process. Not all the dolls had decided to come live with him, of course. Some of them completely cut ties with him, and he had no idea whether they’d managed to get back on their feet. But the ones that were living with him? He was so fucking proud of each and every one of them.

The doctors at the hospital had managed to fix all of Dottie’s prosthetics almost completely. She had also received a considerable upgrade; she was now able to walk on her own and learning to use her hands again. Jonathan sat with her for hours upon hours, practising sign language together to make up for her severed vocal cords, helping her bend her artificial wrists and fingers this way and that. Her face wasn’t frozen in that one acceptable expression anymore either. She frowned, and she grimaced, and she cried, and she grinned with mischief and genuine delight. She had so much personality all bottled up, that much was clear even without being able to express herself perfectly. Even though she kept the name Grace had given her, she couldn’t have been any more different than the doll Jonathan had met.

Basil, now Nix, was under medical supervision for months regarding their several and serious addictions. The withdrawal symptoms were intense and at times terrifying, and Jonathan thought multiple times that he was going to lose them. He hadn’t known them for long at that point, but he knew that no human deserved to have to go through something like that, and it was pretty clear that they were doing their absolute best to come out on the other side. And eventually, they did, coming home with five bottles of different medication to keep them stable, but alive, and announcing the name change. “It’s short for Phoenix. I mean, if those weren’t the ashes, I don’t know what the fuck I’ve risen from,” they’d said with a laugh. “Besides… I kinda feel like I’m nothing without the– the whole persona. So… Nix.”

Toxicant-induced loss of tolerance wasn’t something Jonathan had ever heard of before talking to Nix’s doctors at the clinic. It wasn’t surprising, given that Grace had been pumping them full of chemicals for several consecutive years, day in and day out, but the effects were absolutely horrifying. It was like they were allergic to everything now. Cutting out everyday stimulants like caffeine wasn’t even the issue, really, it was trying to cut out things like food colouring; especially when that stuff was put into medications. And whenever Jonathan had made a mistake regarding their diet? Nix was punished with days upon days of heart palpitations, night sweats and vomiting. Their diet had slowly taken shape over the past half a year, and they were able to enjoy family dinners with the rest of them now.

The twins refused to part with either Dottie or Nix; the four of them were inseparable. They both had to go to vocal coaches to get their voice back in working order after close to eight years of forced silence, and they also had their gastrostomy tubes removed. They had been at risk of refeeding syndrome, like most of the dolls, but after clearing that obstacle and being allowed to eat freely, their symptoms of malnutrition subsided, even reversed. They went the opposite way in clothing stores now, making sure they looked as different as possible. Muffin went by Lux now, the name they’d originally wanted to change their birth name to before they got snatched up by Grace. They’d had their hair buzzed and several tattoos made before moving onto piercings, moulding their body into something they thought was furthest from a doll. Berry went back to his given name, Devante, exclaiming that his mother had already known he’d have to fight for his own justice against others’ horrible wrongdoings. 

Despite that sentiment, his mother never got to hear about it. Dottie, Nix, Dev and Lux had all decided not to contact their parents. They had been gone for way too many years. They had read their own obituaries, saw their family’s posts on social media about their passing on every single anniversary of their “death”. They had agreed it would’ve been too much to just come back after half a decade or more.

“I don’t want my mom to see me like this,” Dottie had told him. “I can’t even go back to the name she’d given me. I feel like the ship of Theseus. I want her to remember the old me.”

If anything, Jonathan could at least relate to losing a mother who was still alive, and he did everything in his power to make it better for everyone around him. 

Honey did contact her family after a few months, when she felt like she was ready. Jonathan held her hand throughout the phone call. He listened to her father ask whether there was a lawsuit, and whether she’d gotten any money from it. He listened to her mother say that they’d sold all her things already, so she didn’t have to go home. When Honey asked if they could meet anyway, she told her she was busy, and hung up the phone. He’d spent the next weeks consoling her.

As Jonathan watched them all take their seats at the kitchen table, he wondered what could’ve become of all these people, had he called Grace in advance about his visit that day. She would’ve told him it wasn’t a good day, and they would’ve rescheduled. All these amazing people could’ve been lost. All this laughter could’ve stayed a fantasy of their captive mind.

The phone began ringing before Jonathan could’ve had a single bite, and he sighed and put down his utensils. When he saw the number, however, he decided he wasn’t even annoyed anymore.

“Hey,” he said with a smile, despite Bora not being able to see it.

After being called Coral for several years, having his hair grown out and coloured to match the name, he decided he wanted to go back to his given name, chop it all off and dye it black. He’d gone into his kidnapping and captivity with a debilitating case of depression, and the therapy and medication he’d been able to receive since his rescue was beyond helpful.

“Hey, man. I just wanted to call, because… you know. Just wanted to check on you guys.” 

In all honesty, Jonathan expected a call from him sometime that day. Not even just because he was a good person, good people didn’t need to put their trauma aside to reconnect with others reminding them of said trauma. But the fact was, Bora had a lot of survivor’s guilt. Grace had never really done anything drastic to his body, nothing that couldn’t easily be reversed. His depression had been worsened by the situation, as anyone’s would’ve been, and he’d been forced to play along with a relationship he never wanted, but he had never gotten his limbs chopped off. He was working through the mental issues in therapy, and he was trying to live by the rule of not comparing his pain to others’, but every time he called, the overwhelming guilt was painfully obvious in his voice.

“I think we’re doing fine, considering, you know, everything. We’re all a bit out of it. It’s hard to think it’s only been one year… and at the same time it’s like, wow, it’s already been a year.”

“Yeah. I’m not… super excited for the articles tomorrow.”

“Would you like to come over? I don’t know if we’d necessarily take your mind off of it, but we all kind of formed a pact that none of us would look at social media for a while.” He lowered his voice, walking a little further away from the table. “And they’d love it, too. They’re always asking me whether you’ll come visit after your calls.”

There was no response from the other side, and for a moment, Jonathan thought he’d pushed it too far. But then he heard quiet sniffling, and Bora choked out, “I’ll drop by.”

“We all love you, okay? Don’t feel like you need to hide from us.”

Another pause. “Is Val coming?” 

Well, maybe he needed to hide from one person. After their time spent together in captivity, all that forced intimacy and shared trauma, it was understandable when Valerie drew a line in the sand about seeing each other. Her doll name, Anise, was way too close to her original name, Annie, so she decided to go the complete opposite direction and choose an entirely new one. That was around the same time when she told Bora she needed to get as far away from him as possible, in a desperate effort to distance herself from her past entirely. 

It was a difficult situation for everyone. After having her face surgically frozen at Grace’s house, Val wasn’t even able to communicate anything. Bora somehow ended up taking on the role of her helper, which Grace took full advantage of, but at least he was able to apologise, or ask things, or request things not to be done to him, whenever that was even an option. Valerie had her voice taken away, her sight, her facial expressions, everything. The doctors were able to do some reconstructive surgery, but she was told that seeing and speaking were completely off the table with the way her body adjusted. Learning sign language without being able to copy by sight proved to be a massive task, and Bora, as always, attempted to be as much help as he could be. Almost the first thing Val had told him was that she couldn’t handle his skin touching hers, or the sound of his voice, and she wanted to leave immediately. Bora had respected her wishes, as was the right thing to do.

Jonathan had spent the next few months almost constantly on call with him, and when the two of them weren’t talking, Bora was phoning the hotlines. Being riddled with guilt to the point of not wanting to live anymore was a common sentiment across the board when it came to their little patchwork family, but Bora was alone, and he refused to get any help that would’ve put him in direct contact with others. It was always just the phone, and always only Jonathan. He still had nightmares about the phone ringing and him not being able to reach it in time. 

“We haven’t talked in a good while,” Jonathan admitted. “I tried to send her a text earlier today to make sure she was doing okay, and it didn’t go through.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sure she’s okay, though. She just doesn’t want to talk about being okay with us specifically.”

The rest of the call went by quickly, and when Jonathan rejoined the rest of them for lunch, he found them all dead silent and clearly trying to eavesdrop. They didn’t even try to hide it.

“Is he coming, then?” Lux asked.

“He said he was, yeah.” They all looked at each other in utter delight, smiles spreading from one face to the other so quickly it was impossible to tell who started it. 

The next day, Jonathan immediately bumped into his sister on his morning walk. “One Year Has Passed Since Killer Barbie’s Funeral”, read the headline on the stupid magazine that was displayed at the newspaper stand, showing her eerily smiling face and pink casket. He had to turn around and go right back home, desperate for one of Honey’s sweet, warm hugs. 

“I didn’t break the rules,” he sobbed as quietly as he could. “It was– it was a newspaper, I just– I glanced in the direction of the stand–”

“I know.” She pet his hair gently, tears of her own slowly joining Jonathan’s in soaking their clothes. “I know. You don’t need to explain yourself.”

Jonathan’s morning breakdown set the tone for the entire day, and they all took turns hugging and holding each other while the other cried. Board games, tremendous amounts of snacks they could now enjoy freely, and a massive pity party took up the entire day of the anniversary; no tears remained unshed, and no one was left without several friends’ worth of consolation and compassion.

And when the sun rose again the next day and Jonathan turned over in his bed to see Honey sleeping soundly, he got the distinct feeling that it was all going to be okay. If they could survive one year despite all that had happened, they could survive a thousand.

~

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[jo-harrington]

Get To Know Store Manager Verse Eddie

What story is he from? What kind of story is it (Fix-it fic, Older!Eddie, Rockstar!Eddie etc)? My Eddie I'm going with it my original Eddie from Store Manager Verse. It's a sort of EveryoneLives! NoUpsideDown! Amalgam where Eddie works at StarCourt Mall and he meets a New Romantic interest in the Claire's Store Manager.

What inspired you to write this Eddie? I've worked retail forever and the horrors but then I moved to corporate. New job, no customers. But corporate teams usually go into the field and help during Q4 and especially in the special...department I work in? Christmas 2022 really made me ask "what if little Store Manager Jo had an Eddie who worked at her mall and she had a crush on him" and SMVerse was born.

What are your favorite headcanons about him/share something you never shared in your story? In my story, he had friends in his first stint through high school/senior year that left him behind and broke up the band. Then Corroded Coffin 2.0 was born with Jeff, Gareth, and Unnamed Freak (who I named Dave). Now that he's approaching a potential graduation with Jeff and some of them aren't...he's worried about Jeff leaving first, but the others shortly after. And then his band will have broken up a second time and what will he do then?

What does he wear on a casual day? On a dressier day? What does he wear to bed? Casual Day: Jeans, T-shirt, Flannel optional based on the weather. Jacket/Vest combo if he's going out. Dressy Day: Bought a nicer button down from Montgomery Ward, sleeves are rolled up, a few buttons undone. He's got the least offensive graphic tee he owns underneath it. Leather Jacket on top, no vest. (There's a Regional Manager visiting Tape World. Kyle is wearing a suit. He also bought sunglasses for all the guys to wear inside secret service style.) Pajamas: Summer, underwear only. Spring/Fall, no shirt, and either flannel pj bottoms or there's a pair of sweats that he's cut into shorts. Winter: Hoodie, sweats, thick socks

Favorite foods? Mountain Dew, Zebra Cakes, Pizza, Watergate salad. End of story. He also likes how reader makes pasta.

Tell Us About His Family/Friends I intentionally left it vague. Mom dead dad in jail, the usual. In SMVerse, Reefer Rick was his mom’s boyfriend for a short amount of time. That’s when things were really looking up in his life. He had a father figure (aside from Wayne) who loved and cared about him with no familial obligations. Mom was working, Rick obviously selling, Wayne working either driving or at the plant. It’s a mutual aid situation. Then his mom dies and Wayne and Rick share as much responsibility as possible because neither of them can do it alone. Wayne and Rick are both Vietnam war veterans? I don’t history good. So they have the benefit of being from the same down and going through the same shit and then they need to raise a kid they both love more than life. And he in turn would do anything for them.

Yeah Yeah, he's a Metalhead. Tell Us MORE About His Taste in Music in your story Oh GOD. Listen. He’s a fucking asshole about his music but if you’re respectful, he’ll be respectful. (If you’re his friend though, it’s extra disrespect). Aside from metal, he does enjoy the classics. He has some rock, he’s got some blues. His mom’s favorite were the Monkees and he listens to that tape to be close to her.

Eddie and Store Manager are currently in my WIPs listening to music and getting high. Stay tuned.

What are his views on romance? On sex? Sex is casual to him. It’s nice to feel nice. He’s slept with a few people, at parties where he’s made sales. He had a “girlfriend” that he thought was a girlfriend who was actually trying to get close to his friend Mickey. Kind of made him a little jaded. All of that to say, that specific event made him hesitate with saying anything to Store Manager. She reminds him SUPERFICIALLY of someone who hurt him and it’s easier to pine and keep her at arms length as a friend than potentially get hurt.

Is he optimistic or pessimistic? Pessimist. Next.

Where or with whom is he most comfortable? He’s most comfortable in his van. Home is home but is it really home? Wayne’s rarely there. Rick’s would have been home if his mom was still alive. He likes being with his friends and he is mostly with them at school which…blah. Or in the van.

What are his views of his future? What are his hopes/dreams? Music!!! music music music. He would like to be a musician and SPOILER he’s gonna be. Just not the fantastical rockstar we would wish for him. But he’s also debating what his future looks like as it pertains to Tape World. He likes it there. He likes being part of a team. Working with them, working with Kyle…he’s very much questioning what he wants.

Anything else you'd like us to know about your Eddie/your story? He’s the softest Eddie I’m gonna write. With the nicest future I think. He’s been dealt the easiest card out of all of them. No Upside Down. Got to have the most ideal childhood given his circumstances. AASB Eddie is harder for obvious reasons. STFF is going to be hard in his own way. But SMV!Eddie is the sweet boy we all need. He’s the sweet boy I need.

[operationfusionlog]

Character Profile #6: Joseph 'Joey" Beetles/Numbuh 4.2

Selective mutism inspire by this wonderful person:

Name: Joseph ‘Joey’ Beetles

Aliases: Broey (Wally), Joes (friends only)

Codename: Numbuh 4.2

Age: 7

Height: 4' 2 ½ ft

Affiliation: Kids Next Door (KND)

Primary Role: Dodgeball Master, Hand-to-hand combat Specialist, inventor

Current Assignment: 2x4 Technology Officer

Base of Operations: KND Treehouse - Sector K

Status: Active

Mental Status: Moderate

Distinctive Physical Characteristics:

Baby freckles along his cheeks and nose

A gap between the upper right side 7th and 5th teeth

Shark bite on left shoulder

Attire:

Standard gear include dark blue muscle t-shirt with the australian flag covering the front side, light blue jeans that are cuffed at the end with a worn down orange hoodie tied around the waist, red and white high top converse sneakers, red snapback hat that is worn backwards, white sweat band on right wrist, black lace shark tooth necklace

Special Gear:

J.E.T.S.K.A.T.E. (Joey’s Enhanced Tactical Skateboard & Kinetic-Assault Transport Equipment)

A self-designed innovation by Joey, the J.E.T.S.K.A.T.E. is his signature mode of transportation, blending high-speed skateboarding with cutting-edge 2x4 technology. This custom board is equipped with a variety of unique features, including a DRD control pad integrated into the front leg area of the board, allowing Joey to activate multiple functions with ease. The J.E.T.S.K.A.T.E. includes rear-mounted rocket boosters for sudden bursts of speed or flight, retractable spikes on the wheels for added traction and offensive maneuvers, and magnetic capabilities for skating on metal surfaces. Additionally, the board’s hover function helps Joey navigate tricky terrain and pull off gravity-defying stunts. Built for rapid mobility, precision, and adaptability, the J.E.T.S.K.A.T.E. is the perfect tool for high-stakes missions, tactical escapes, and high-octane maneuvers, making it an indispensable part of Joey’s arsenal and a testament to his creativity and ingenuity.

Known Relatives:

Father: Sydney Beetles

Mother: Ms. Beetles

Brother: Wallabee Beetles

Uncle: Lou Beetles (notable rival)

Operational Summary

Psychological Profile:

Joey Beetles is a vibrant and inventive operative, known for his skills as the KND’s rising 2x4 tech whiz and dodgeball champion. Beneath his cheerful exterior, however, he carries emotional scars from past trauma, including a terrifying shark attack and the loss of his mother, which have left him with mild PTSD and anxiety. These experiences occasionally resurface under stress, causing Joey to feel overwhelmed. His abandonment issues, stemming from his separation from his older brother, Wally, during the FusionFall event, create a constant fear of being left behind. This fear intensifies his anxiety, making it difficult for him to trust others fully. Joey also struggles with selective mutism, preferring to communicate through sign language when feeling vulnerable, a practice that has become second nature thanks to Wally, who learned both Australian and American Sign Language to stay connected with him. Despite these challenges, Joey hides much of his internal turmoil behind a cheerful smile, fearing that if others saw his struggles, they might not accept him. His insecurities about being “softer” than his peers make it even harder to open up, but his resilience and sharp intellect help him outthink opponents instead of relying on strength. Joey is fiercely protective of his family and friends, and though his emotional battles are ongoing, his determination to prove his worth and keep those he loves safe drives him forward.

Operative Relationships:

Joey Beetles holds deep admiration and affection for his family and Sector V, whom he considers his extended siblings. His older brother, Wally (Numbuh 4), is his ultimate role model, a fearless protector Joey aspires to emulate, even if he sometimes feels he falls short. Their bond is built on shared moments of hand-to-hand combat training and Wally’s quiet reassurances of Joey’s worth. Among Sector V, Joey shares a special closeness with Kuki (Numbuh 3), whose bubbly personality and introduction to Rainbow Monkeys sparked his obsession and provided a source of comfort when he feels overwhelmed. Hoagie (Numbuh 2) is both a mentor and best friend, teaching Joey the fundamentals of 2x4 technology and sharing a mutual love for invention and humor. Joey looks up to Abigail (Numbuh 5) as a wise and composed leader who grounds him, while he admires Nigel (Numbuh 1) for his focus and leadership, even if Nigel’s intensity sometimes makes him nervous. The one exception to Joey’s warm connections is Mushi Sanban, whose fiery temper terrifies him; Joey avoids her at all costs, preferring to steer clear of her wrath. Together, these relationships shape Joey’s view of bravery, leadership, and family.

Behavioral Observations:

Joey Beetles shares many traits with his older brother Wally, but he is a softer, more thoughtful version of Wally's bold and brash personality. Cheerful and friendly, Joey has a natural ability to make friends wherever he goes, and his intelligence and resourcefulness often shine. However, he hides his deeper fears and insecurities behind a happy, cheerful persona, feeling pressured to live up to the image of his fearless, confident older brother. This pressure sometimes leads him to worry that his sensitive and soft nature makes him seem weak, especially compared to tougher boys his age, prompting him to overcompensate and push himself to act braver than he feels. Despite these struggles, Joey demonstrates a quiet determination and an innate kindness that often surprise those who underestimate him. His gentle nature and ability to connect with others make him uniquely capable of bridging gaps and forming bonds, showing that strength lies as much in empathy as in action. Inspired by Wally’s toughness, Joey is learning that he doesn’t need to be a carbon copy of his brother to make a difference. His journey is one of self-discovery, as he embraces his individuality and realizes that his sensitivity and intelligence are strengths, not weaknesses. Through his courage, charm, and compassion, Joey is carving a path that reflects his own unique blend of bravery and kindness, earning the love and admiration of those around him.

Current Assignment Performance:

Thanks to the influence of his older brother Wally and Hoagie, Joey has become a standout operative within the Kids Next Door, excelling in both combat and technology. His sharp intelligence, natural knack for 2x4 tech, and impressive agility make him a versatile agent, capable of navigating tricky terrains, dodging enemy attacks, and crafting innovative solutions under pressure. Often hailed as the top dual-operative in his class, Joey seamlessly blends physical finesse with technical expertise, showcasing a rare balance of skills that sets him apart as a rising star. Despite his cheerful and friendly demeanor, which helps him form bonds easily, Joey struggles with shyness and a fear of judgment, especially around strangers or during confrontations with his teammates. Like Wally, he finds it difficult to open up emotionally, and his upbeat attitude often masks insecurities about being perceived as too sensitive or soft compared to other boys his age. Even so, Joey’s determination to prove himself drives him to work harder, pushing past his fears to deliver results on the field. Under the mentorship of Wally and Hoagie, Joey has not only risen to the top of his class but also earned recognition for his resourcefulness, intelligence, and combat prowess. With encouragement from Sector V, Joey is steadily growing into a confident and capable operative, demonstrating the potential to join the ranks of the KND’s most exceptional agents, following in the footsteps of legends like Nigel and Abby.

Mental and Emotional Condition:

Status: Stable, with intermittent signs of trauma

Mental and Emotional Profile:

Joey's mental and emotional state is shaped by a blend of social anxiety, unresolved trauma, and the pressure to live up to his older brother Wally's example. Despite being outwardly cheerful and friendly, Joey hides his true feelings behind a smile, often using it as a mask to cover his insecurities. He struggles with social anxiety, especially when interacting with strangers or in confrontational situations, and tends to shy away from conflict, preferring to avoid it altogether rather than face potential judgment or rejection. Underneath his optimistic demeanor, Joey fears being perceived as too soft or sensitive compared to the other boys his age. His emotional struggles are compounded by abandonment issues, as he was separated from Wally during the FusionFall event, leaving him with lingering fears of losing those he cares about. This separation created an emotional wound that Joey continues to grapple with, even as he tries to push forward and prove his worth. His self-doubt and need for validation often make him second-guess himself, despite his talents and skills, and his tendency to overcompensate only amplifies his inner turmoil.

Effects on Team Dynamics:

Joey’s cheerful persona serves as a source of warmth and positivity for the team, and his friendly nature helps him form bonds quickly. He is particularly close to Kuki, Hoagie, and Wally, seeing them as extended family. His relationship with Hoagie, in particular, is one of mentorship and camaraderie, and the two share a strong bond over 2x4 technology and invention. Joey’s ability to contribute both physically and technologically makes him an invaluable asset to the team, and his dual skillset often surprises those who initially underestimate him. However, his social anxiety and fear of confrontation sometimes hold him back from fully engaging in team dynamics, particularly when tensions arise. He tends to retreat emotionally, relying on his smile as a defense mechanism, and may struggle to express himself in moments of distress. Despite this, Joey’s desire to protect and prove himself to his family and teammates drives him to push through these challenges, even when it feels overwhelming.

Coping Mechanisms and Current Standing:

Joey copes with his internal struggles by burying his anxiety beneath a veneer of cheerfulness, often relying on his smile and positive attitude to deflect attention from his emotional pain. He avoids confrontations and difficult conversations, preferring to internalize his feelings rather than address them head-on. His relationship with his brother Wally provides him with emotional support, even though Joey often hides his vulnerabilities, fearing that revealing too much will make him seem weak. The mentorship of Hoagie has been another key source of guidance for Joey, helping him channel his anxieties into his work with 2x4 technology, which he excels at. Despite his emotional challenges, Joey’s promise as an operative is undeniable, and he is well on his way to becoming one of the best agents in the KND. His growth, however, will depend on learning to reconcile his fears with his natural talents and finding a way to open up and share his struggles with those who care about him.

[existentialterror]

how would you define dr. lights gender identity?

Let me give you way too many words for a boring answer. (And of course, this is how I see her, anyone is welcome to headcanon her in any damn way they please.) In short: mainstream-Light (not an O5, not a god) is cis by default. She does not have a strongly-felt gender identity and is a little skeptical that anyone does. In the same way that I (known asexual) will still hear someone say like “a good sex life is important to me in a relationship” and at first think “yeah, sure,” that’s her w/r/t anyone having much of a gender.

Her presentation wiggles a little. She used to present fairly femme. Autism, masking, even after leaving her family she found it easier to get along if she has a Role she can Perform clearly enough. People come up to her. She gets a little more flexibility. Mars comes around with her dapper aesthetic and suddenly Light has a place to fit in, a role to belong to without tying her down. She accumulates clothing with tolerable textures and figures out enough Fashion to put together outfits.

When Light's old world ends and she's recruited to the Foundation, she has to figure out who she is from scratch. The Foundation is unlike anywhere she's worked before. For all its faults, the Foundation does care less about certain things.

When she finally puts some effort into her appearance, she goes for Utility rather than any particular aesthetic. She wants to look formal and trustworthy but mostly doesn’t want to have to think about it. Her hair is long enough to get it out of the way. She doesn't wear makeup because she doesn't like things on her face, and also, who wants to bother. She orders clothing out of online catalogs and tugs at the sleeves of shirts that don’t quite fit right.

When she breaks her hand badly and can’t always get the braces through the buttons, she ignores it and fights her way through for as long as she can. It comes to a head after her breakdown when she has to replace most of her wardrobe, which she should have done months ago. In her defense, you never really get in the habit of remaking your existence.

You’re still making choices, her psychiatrist tells her. It's fine not to worry about it. You don’t have to be making a statement about everything all the time. But you can’t completely sacrifice fashion at the altar of practicality – that’s not how it works, there is no such thing as truly neutral clothing. Are you sure you don’t care what people think of you? (For other reasons, Dr. Sabourin is one of Light’s worse psychiatrists.)

Light thinks she can get pretty close to pure practicality, thank you very much. When she’s promoted to Level 4, she tries on thirty six different brands and sizes of garments, and buys a closet full of the best ones - the exact same white Oxford shirts, camisoles, and those yoga pants that look like black business pants. Throw in some synthetics for exercising and she's good. She never needs to think about it ever again.

Later she adds one detail – and if it’s a little bit to spite Sabourin, that’s fine, she’s made her peace with it by then – which is the wingtips. She falls in love with a particular Italian workshop and orders a new pair every other year. They’re custom-made, exactly like men’s shoes but smaller, because her feet are small. They are, objectively, worse than sneakers: more expensive, less comfortable, less traction. She kicks her feet against her desk, scuffing the leather, and stares at the broguing. She really likes these shoes. It’s silly, right? It’s silly.

Ten years down the line, she finally, quietly, stomachs the thought: Mars would have worn these.

Even that much later, her closet is basically identical. Her system is fucking good, thank you. The additions are a few outlier outfits for special occasions. One shirt that is A Color (green) and has some embroidery, for casual events. A few t-shirts with various animals on them received as presents, that are not accounted for by her system but get worn nonetheless. A suit, for weddings and such. Boots and cold weather gear for dayhikes and seabird-watching in Svalbard. A single clean labcoat for when she needs to appear somewhere as A Member Of Senior Staff(TM) (and she will complain to anyone nearby about that not being the point of a labcoat, because of who she is. But she sees Sabourin’s point by now, clothing is about signalling as much as comfort.)

Light doesn’t know what the wingtips mean. She doesn't need to. Mostly, what she wants to signal is “I want you to listen to me" and "I want to get back to work.”

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That said, Light, of course, comes in different versions with their own stories going on. It doesn’t really surprise any of them that they have different gender situations, except in as far as provoking questions like “some of us sure seem to have different chromosomal situations, how does that work? If we’re not genetic clones what does that even mean for us to be the same person??”

O5-2 "The Nazarene"’s story is different. I want to do more with her but need to up my weird esoteric gnostic queer theology game before I commit to anything. But I’m tentatively thinking something like: You need to be a certain kind of person to be the son of god. To be responsible for everyone. You can present as whatever the hell you want, but for certain ploys to work, people – even just a group of people that happen, for no good reason, to be at the center of the universe for a few moments – need to believe you. It’s easiest to believe it yourself.

If you’re already serious about being responsible for everyone, for becoming an icon, you don’t even need to think about the question: do you want to become this kind of person? Of course you do. It’d be like thinking “I want to bake bread, but do I want to be the kind of person who kneads bread?” You can stress over this. It’s totally possible. No one’s stopping you.

But you can also just knead bread.

No one’s stopping you.

[thetshirtnerd]

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[polyamorouspunk]

heyheyhey!!! how’s yr friday been? how’d it go? I totally nailed a presentation and am feeling pretty good!! what’re yr thoughts on summertime? I think it’s way too hot but sometimes it’s nice :D

Congrats on your presentation! What was it on?

Summertime is nice because there’s a lot more events that happen, but also yes I overheat easily, possibly due to the antidepressants, possibly also due to just slightly more weather intolerable than most people. I will say however I can stand heat pretty well in my room. I took a nap while it was 88 in my room today. My room can reach up to 95 in the summer. So that’s not ideal either but like 🤷🏼 the drawback of having such an awesome attic bedroom.

Today was good! I just finished up the hot chocolate I made laying in bed playing my new cozy switch game under my fairy lights! Work was nice, I had a customer I was working with for a while who said that I waited on him a lot but I probably didn’t remember him (I didn’t but I know the name since I deal with orders, and his last name is one that Punk was actually considering as a first name) and he told me every time he sees me my hair is a different color, which made me feel good because that’s what my family always says to me. I got to talk to him for a while while we worked on his order (sadly didn’t finish it, as our program sucks ass) but his company was featured in Trillium’s online newsletter, which is a company comparable to Medicare/medicaid but for mental health services, and I was like I have a Trillium t-shirt! And he was like really? Where did you get it? And I was like Pride. Gay people love free shit.

[cosmic-ships]

distraction time :3 if you had an endless amount of money to shop for gifts for your f/os, what would you buy them? :3c

I spent too long thinking about this.... ngl lmao THANK YOU KUROH ILU /PL!

Kylo/Ben - I would get him many things… Meditation stuff like artifacts that enhance force connection, Books and holocrons that delve into philosophy of the force mainly the balance between the dark and light sides (Or if the bad bad timeline) teachings of the Sith.

Charlie - Vintage vinyl records, high quality note pads so he can jot down ideas or notes!, tickets to Broadway shows, and maybe I'd stroke his ego just a little bit and get him his own custom directors chair hehehe

Mills - Portable solar chargers, high tech communications device, first aid kits, but also something sentimental like water proof locket that has photos of Koa and I in it~ (Something to remind him of his family whenever he's away from us <3 )

Matt - Geeky T-shirts, Tool sets, mini drones, portable chargers, and comic books (<- he feels like a comic book kinda guy hehe) Ronnie - classical horror movies, retro video games (uh ye Ronnie is lover of older games!), mystery books, and novelty mugs with funny pop culture references.

Flip - History books, music albums, personalized flask, and local art.

Paterson- high quality note books LOTS OF THEM because this man writes poetry as easily as breathing air, Fine pens like fountain pens <3, tickets to local events like poetry readings, live performances or art exhibitions! :D Also I would totally just MAKE Paterson something like a scarf in the winter time! ('cause I love to crochet!)

Phillip - Concert tickets, accessories like watches, sunglasses, designer wallets, I'd sign both of us up for improv classes because we're both witty and spontaneous lol

Jude - Books on relaxation and stress relief (My poor boy needs em), tickets to family friendly places like waterparks, kids museums and theme parks. Also camping stuff~!!

Adam - New wood working tools!, vintage clothes, fitness equipment like free weights and resistance bands, customized guitar since he knows how to play acoustic hhh, weird home decor as he's into that kinda stuff lol

Randy - A damn break LMAO KIDDDING! I'd get him a nice little desk plant, earbuds to tune out the assholes on starkiller base, a bunch of snacks and treats(bb deserves em)!

Caesar - and for the newest boyo! I'd get him wines, high end stationary, antique maps or historical documents, classic literature, and me… I'm a gift…please take me WHAT!? WHO SAID THAT!? COULDN'T BE ME!