#G irl . stop swimming

[tiktaalic]

It 2017 is crazy because it makes you remember the plot of it chapter 2

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Lady Jade tho 🙏 do u think she'll have a big chest? either from how big her back is in merform + working out bya swimming or simply big booba- either way i want her to run her fingers through my hair while i rest my head on her booba and sit on her lap (this happened with my irl wive but i was hella drunk...she said i looked like a kitten and i can't stop teehee-ing about it)

I've seen people make fem Jade a tall, thin/really curvy, G-cup-having lady with really long hair, but I prefer it when gender-bent characters look like the actual character.

So, to me, she would be a butch with the same hair, height, and even muscle mass, or maybe just a little less. She has.... I'm thinking of a B or C cup.

She's a very stronk wife that if very snuggly when It's just you two and has you lay on her and sit on her lap.

[the-fiction-witch]

Old

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sad + cute

Concept The Passage Of Time

I smiled as I pushed myself up out of bed with a slight yawn taking my glass from the bedside table and having a sip of the cold water. "Ummm" I smiled "good morning!" I gleaned 

"Please don't -' whined from beside me, I glanced down at the covers seeing Thomas in bed beside me tucked up with the covers looking uncomfortable and in pain 

"Don't what?"

"Not so loud darling" he whines 

"Ohh what's the matter?" 

"I'm hungover pet" 

"Hungover?" 

"Ummm" he groans rubbing his eyes 

"We had like… maybe three glasses of wine last night?" 

"Yes."

"Your hungover from that?"

"Need o remind you I'm thirty two. I might not bloody look it, but I am. Stuff hits you harder when you get to my age" he pouts 

"Your age? Awww you're adorable when your grouchy" I giggled giving him a kiss "coffee?"

"Yes please darling"

"Alright," I smiled getting out of bed and slipping on my slippers and robe "would you like me to bring you the paper and your morning pills?" I giggled

His only response was to hold his middle finger up at me.

I went and made our coffee bringing it back to him in the bed sitting with him as I had my own 

"Thank you y/n"

"Your welcome grumpy butt" 

"I'm allowed to be grumpy I'm in pain"

"You know how you could not be in pain?"

"Umm?"

"If you drank water before bed like I told you too I don't have a hang over and I drank the exact same as you"

"Yes however you are y/a/g younger then me."

"So?"

"So. Your not withering away yet"

"Withering?"

"In the middle ages I would have been dead by now. And my body knows I should be dead."

"Yes a time without toilet roll. Health care. Or you know… soap" 

"Still" 

"Alright Thomas of you say so" I laughed getting my whole deciding to be mean to him "hey Thomas?"

"Umm?"

"Death cure came out five years ago"

"..... Did it?"

"Ummm humm" I nodded

"I… I… oh god. It did didn't it?"

"It did"

"I… I really need to call dylan" 

"Jeremy Clarkson left top gear eight years ago" 

"No."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"That was eight years ago?" 

"Yes it was"

".... It can't be"

"Twenty fifteen. Eight years ago"

"Oh my god." He sighed 

"You remember fifty shades of grey?"

"Unfortunately yes."

"That was ten years ago"

"No!"

"Yep"

"That is not possible"

"Very possible. And true. It's height of popularity was twenty thirteen ten years ago" 

"Why does that feel like two years ago?"

"Cause your old" I giggled

"I feel old."

"London Olympics was eleven years ago"

".... Are you serious?"

"I am serious"

"This is not making me feel better. In the slightest I hope you know that"

"I know"

"It was eleven years ago"

"I went to see one of them. The… I think 500 meter swim? Might have been a driving? I don't remember all I remember is the pool"

"I watched the ceremony on TV because I got the day off school"

"... It's moments like that I suddenly gets reminded to me that you're younger then I am" 

"Thomas?"

"Yes"

"When did Michael Jackson die?"

"A few years ago, like a little while ago now."

"2009"

"Was it?"

"Yes. Fourteen years ago" 

"Was it really fourteen years ago?"

"Yep, same year avatar"

"Avatar is fourteen years old!"

'yes it is. Just now getting a sequel"

"I saw that in the cinema"

"Fourteen years ago. You were nineteen"

"Please stop. This actually hurts me."

"Breaking bad's first season came out in 2008. Fifteen years ago"

"No. This can't be real" 

"Revenge of the sith came out in 2005" I giggled

"No!"

"Yes"

"That's not possible. I did not come out that long ago"

"Yes it did Thomas. You were fifteen. Almost eighteen years ago"

"Revenge of the sith cannot be eighteen"

"It's old enough to drink Thomas"

"No!"

"The emperors new groove came out in 2000"

"No!"

"Yes"

"No!"

"Yes it's twenty three years old"

"It can't be twenty three"

"Yes it can. And so is cast away"

"That's not possible. I think I'm freaking out right now. What happened to time!"

"The Nokia 3310. Came out in September of 2000. Twenty three years ago!" I laughed

"Make it stop" he pleads hiding under his pillow 

"Disney's Hercules came out in 1997. Twenty six years ago"

"Nooooooooo!" He whines 

"Yep. The live action Flintstones movie came out on 1994. And you were not even five"

"Make it stop. I don't like this…"

"You were born the same year as a super NES" 

"No! It can't be that- that's not possible! That… that would make me…" he sat up upset

"Thirty two." I smiled giving him a kiss "thirty three in may" 

"Let me die. I have lived to long" 

"Hey Thomas?"

"Yes?" He sighed 

"Officially they class the start of early middle age-"

"Don't. you. fucking. dare."

"Early middle age is 35!" I giggled hidding slightly under the covers

He sighed and laid down next to me "can I atleast have a mid life crisis? Get a cool car? Go on cool holidays? Loose my mind a little"

"No."

"Fine. At Least I have a sexy younger wife to entertain me" he smirked cuddling me closer  

"Aww cute" I smiled nuzzling closer to him "I still love you"

"I love you too darling" 

[loubrairyofthedead]

INTRODUCTION + BOUNDARIES

Hello!! You can call us Lou or Walker, We are a polyfragmented, medically recognised DID system, Ethnically we are Korean, Japanese, Irish and Polynesian! We do not currently live in any of those places, my timezone and location is none of your business !! We are bodily a minor (17 to be exact) And we are very very happy in a committed and serious relationship with our soon to be husbands!! (Also a system!).

Some of our interests include : History (Mainly things like Chernobyl, The french revolution etc), Physical Geography (Climates, Weather, Natural disasters). We got early admission to College/University in July of last year, we have been studying Criminal Psychology and forensics since then! We also really enjoy journaling/writing things down, and listening to unhealthy amounts of music. We swim regularly and its one of my favourite things to do.

MEET OUR SYSTEM !!

Host : Oliver : They/He : ☁️ sign off. Co Host : Hoku : He/They : 🔭 sign off. Co Host : Wylie : He/They : 🗞️ sign off. Co Host : Cassius : They/It : 🧟 sign off. Gatekeeper : Penny : She/They : 🖥️ sign off.

BOUNDARIES !!

DNI : Anybody who identifies as or supports those who identify as anything other than Traumagenic as a system, Bigots, Racists, Ableists, TERS, Homophobes, Transphobes, Holocaust deniers, Radqueers, TransIDs, People who believe you can't be trans without dysphoria, People who use and abuse the term 'trauma scum' (making fun of people with trauma isnt cute babe !!), People who demonise people with Cluster Bs, Additionally, those who believe in 'Narc Abuse' (please shut the fuck up), IRLs and DAs (If you're experiencing a delusion you wouldn't know it was a delusion, therefore if you identify using IRL or DA, you aren't experiencing a delusion you're just a fucking freak, stop using the word delusion like its a conjunctive or adjective). People who support the following people: ANY of the dream team, Wilbur soot, Johnny Depp, Tom Felton/JKR, Donald trump, Drake, Vivsiepop, Kanye West. Anyone under 17 (You shouldn't be on this app, honey) THIS WILL BE EDITED

ON THIN ICE : DSMP Enjoyers, Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss enjoyers, Countryhumans + Hetalia enjoyers, ANYONE who is extremely loud about their religion and religious beliefs, COUNTRY MUSIC ENJOYERS (/j)

INT! : Other traumagenic systems, other anti-endos, people who enjoy The Walking Dead, NBC Hannibal, Criminal Minds, Supernatural, American Horror Story or The Umbrella Academy, Alex G listeners, Other PF systems !! 17+ Systems !!

Extra info about us

We have Autism, We also have NPD and BPD (Both diagnosed). We are only recently medically recognised with DID and want to attend fusion therapy once we learn more about it (If you have any thoughts/resources please send them to us via dms as long as you are not in our DNI!). We love our fiancé to death and yeah ^-^

[give-grian-rights]

HERMITCRAFT 8 LIVEBLOGGING

fifteen hermits worth of liveblogging. i am losing my mind. LONG POST AHEAD.

JOE HILLS (First HC8 Video)

Mumbo did the speech. he forgot everything he was supposed to say <3

Pearl and Gemini were just .in a pit . having stuff thrown onto them

Every Hermit is staying on the same continent !!

FIRST DEATHS VERY QUICKLY, Iron Golems took out Tango and Etho (maybe more?)

Joe seems to be the only one looting the chests

Evil Jevin !!

Evil Xisuma appearance on Jevin’s 60 second video!

Pearl has something planned for an “archeticual wonder” for a resupply area upon death?

Stress, Xisuma and Joe are capturing villagers and starting up a resupply debut.

Bdubs is killed by Cleo and is now OUT FOR BLOOD

First death counts- Etho, Tango, Bdubs, Cleo?

Cleo was killed by Keralis

Joe has now supplied Cleo with weapons and food . She left but not before saying “Time to kill BDubs again!”

Gemini was killed by Bdubs! They both died and are now at spawn.

Pearl was killed by Cleo

Pearl is planning a respawn inn !!

Cleo was killed by Iskall

Cleo was killed by Pearl

False, Stress, and Gemini team up??? AA!!! they brought a delivery of supplies to Joe <3

i wish i knew what was happening on that end .

APPARENTLY XISUMA IS ONTO MAKING THE SECOND VILLAGER BREEDER ALREADY ??

Iskall is the first with Diamonds??

Breathe in that ash !

WAIT IS TANGOS EYES LIKE THAT RN BECAUSE HES TEAMED WITH KERALIS AND BDUBS ???

KERALIS, BDUBS, AND TANGO TRIED TO DO A SHAKEDOWN ON JOE. HE TRIED TO DROP LAVA, GOT HIMSELF ONTO TWO HEARTS BECAUSE HE PLACED IT ON HIMSELF, AND IS NOW SWIMMING OUT INTO THE SWAMP

the big eyed trio are now off to shake down Gemini

Joe fell in Lava in the Nether

Joe Death To Lava Two: Electric Boogaloo

Joe drowned trying to kill a glowsquid

WATCH JOE’S VIDEO OH MY GOD SEAN HILLS RECAP RAP??? MY BELOVED????? i am gonna be streaming this unironically later LIKE OH MY GOD THIS SLAPS. ALSO THE CREDITS AT TEH END IS HILARIOUS

Zedaph Episode Recap

Zed gave us a recap of the continent every Hermit will be living on !!

Wouldn’t recommend Zedaph as the first video for the season, he skips the intro/speech but it’s Zedaph and hes making it fun!! Lots of nice editing :)

~SCIENCE TIME !~

Zedaph.. why is your starter base made out of concrete ?

There are no sheeps whatsoever on his mountain

Hes calling his lab an icecream sandwich..yeah i see it

Zed tried to make a portal underater...f

Scar died to a creeper </3

Zedaphs base is gonna be tracking how long hes there/someones loading the chunk!

XISUMA LIVE BLOGGING

A cool cinema scene of him becoming an axolotl!! <3

NOW I CAN SEE IT, GRIAN WAS THE FIRST DEATH!! Death by Iron Golem!!

XIsuma’s baseplans need over 45 THOUSAND BLOCKS TO BE PLACED

He’s also planning on making a shulkershell farm!!

i’m not gonna lie ! talking axolotl X is horrifying ! thanks !

Day one Villager Breeder... chaos.

Xisuma Derp! looked straight at a buncha wool and said how badly he needed beds and then walked away

THE GIRLS CAME OVER AND CONVINCED HIM HE NEEDS TO MOVE THE DESIGN OVER MY FIVE BLOCKS FOR SWAMP VILLAGERS..

THE GIRLS ARE JUST LAUGHING AT HIM AND HIS VILLAGER TROUBLES

day one and Xisuma has got his axolotl!!

Very pretty starterbase!!

XB’s

..I’m not gonna lie theres not much to say!! He’s very calm :) he says hes going into it without a plan, and htat last season was the only time he had any thought of what he was gonna do.

He made a real nice starter house and thats about it!

Cleo’s

Bdubs: “She ain’t gonna hurt me!! i’m invincible, babey!”

Cleo learnt that BDubs will never hurt her even if she deserves it . I am starting to realize why she kills him

SHE DECIDED SHES GONNA BE A PROPER CHAOS GREMLIN THIS SEASON...

AISDJASID CLEO GOT PAID TO KILL BDUBS?? HDUIAIHSI SCAR WHY

“Alright I found my mission for the season! Murder.”

Cleo, Mumbo, Grian, and Scar are all holed up in a cave together!

..Scar died from a skeleton !

Cleo has now split from Grian and Mumbo! Scar is missing in action

CLEO FOUND A GOAT

SHES KILLING THE GOAT???

she got a HORSE <3 and Joe gave her a saddle! I think her name is..Widget?

She LOVES the candles for shamboo n waterbottles and bits n bobs for her armorstands!!

Got her Armorstand stickgod book <3

Geminitay POV

NEW HERMIT NEW HERMIT NEW HERMIT!!

She has a LOVELY voice!!

The pov of her in a hole . being surrrounded . is kinda hilarious

It might’ve been Etho who was first death?? I GENUIENLY CANNOT TELL BECAUSE OF EDITING

All the murder was just for heads!

Seriously her voice is. wow

WE LOVE A QUEEN WHO KNOWS HOW TO CRAFT A SHIELD WITHOUT USING THE GUIDE <3

False, Gemini, and Stress are on the great journey for MOSS !

Gem just blew their minds with the moss.

TANGO KERALIS AND BDUBS ARE BACK Keralis: “Show the diamonds show the diamonds show the diamonds!” Gem: “Keralis. This is not how you make friends.”

The boys suecessfully recieved a diamond each

Etho n Iskall are travelling together!! You dont see those two together often

Etho got a glowsquid head!!

Gem: “Etho doesn’t share, is what i’m learning..?”

Etho hooked her with a fishing rod and said she has to do what he said .

In order to get the diamonds, Tango, Keralis, and BDubs placed down a sign saying “Gem is Great!” and Gem used a glow inksack on it.

Etho: “So..What is this? Do you have an ego, or this a motivational thing, or..?” He said, while laughing

Iskall: “I think its really funny that you have set your base up in the middle of a birch forest.” Gem: “I love birch forests! Do you not like my birch forest? Iskall: “I love it, yeah.” Gem: “This is the best biome in the game, Iskall.” Iskall: “Mmmm..” Etho: “I’m pretty sure I heard Iskall talking earlier that like, of all the biomes in the game, there was one he hated more than anything. Gem: “Oh really? And what was that one?” Iskall: “..Taiga.” Gem: “Taiga.. That’s true, thats a good one, thats a good one.” Iskall: “Don’t like Taiga.” Gem: “Mhm.” Etho: “Which one do you hate more than anyone?” Iskall: “..Diorite fields. Thats a bad one.” Etho: “Yeah thats a bad one.” Gem: “Didn’t know about that one. Well make sure to avoid’em. Birch forests are really good.” Iskall: “I’m a big fan of birch forests.” Gem: “Yeah, me too, me too. I’m glad we’re on the same page :) This is so beautiful! All the white and- and the like zebra stripes! is fantastic.” Iskall: “I..Um.. Yes.”

OH SHE’S CANADIAN,, ETHO HAS A FRIEND /j

She’s still in college :O SHE’S A SCIENTIST?? SHES WORKING AT A HOSPITAL?? POG!!

She accidentally found an enchanted golden apple in a mineshaft!! she thinks its the first she ever found in survival!!

She has a cow, sheep, and a few crop farms set up!! Her starter house has INTERRIOR!

SHE CHANGED HER SKIN AND ITS SO PRETTY AND HAS OVERALL AND I LOVE IT!!

shes doing a cottage core inspired base!

WOAHH!!! SHE MADE HTE MOST GOREGOUS CUSTOM TREE I’VE EVER SEEN ??

BDUBS IS HERE and he is so so so impressed by the tree ?!

also hes carrying a clock.. :(

He’s here with a present!

HE BROUGHT BAMBOO!

she thinks its so funny that he stops conversations to sleep AOIDHFEAUI\

SCARS

WE GOT A TRANSITION SCENE!! the canonical reason for the bed in his old village always being occupied is because underneath it, was his wizard portal!

Bdubs: “It’s a new season! You’re the little guy now!”

They are all very amused by that ^

they’re rubbing the fleece of bdubs jacket .

Bdubs: “Have a nice rub :)” PLEASEAHSIOJDIUASLDHIASDA

His starter base is gonna be a wagon and he wants the end game to be a bioshock esque skyscraper!

he confused a horse for a player . flashback to iskall thinking mumbo was a mob

PEOPLE THINK MUMBO DOESNT HAVE PANTS ON.... </3

Scar, Mumbo, and Grian.. have NO braincells. at all. THey just placed a crafting table with a boat on top with a bed on top with a boat on top .

this is what BROS FOR LIFE looks like.

BOATEM POLE !

SCAR IS STUCK UNDERGROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT IRL AND HAS NO PICKAXE..

AND HE DIED TO A CREEPER .

it seems like Grian, Mumbo, and Scar are working together !!!! HOLY SHIT !!

THERES SO SO SO MANY FARMS???????

he died several times trying to catch a skeleton with a sword

FIRST CHEST MONSTER OF THE SEASON <3

SCAR JSUT TOLD BDUBS HE LOOKS LIKE OSCAR THE CROUCH... BDUBS CANNOT EVEN ARGUE

OH NO.... GRIAN WENT AFK IN A HOLE . WITHOUT A HELMET .

THEY PUT A  GLOWSQUID HEAD ON HIM

OH MY GOD MUMBO MADE A NOTEBLOCK SONG?? AJUDA

SCARS BUILTING IS SO SO SOOS GOREGOUS SERIOUSLY GO WATCH THE VIDEO OH MY GOD ITS HUGE

its a giant ass house boat wagon . its pulled by a llama . that killed him . so now its trapped, pulling hte agon, forever

Grian: “..Thats a very big house, for a very little hat.”

GRIANS SUPER SPECIAL EGG??

SCAR PUNCHED IT..

they really came out here . and killed the egg already.

Scar: “..I touched the thing”

TANGO POV

We see the three big eyed boys forming <3 they interrupted Tangos intro

THEY’RE BULLYING HIM ABOUT HAVING SMALL EYES AHIDUIASUHDWIS

HE TRIED TO CALL THE TRIO TEAM BUG EYE... THE OTHERS ARE VERY OFFENDED

they found an axolotl and Bdubs was TERRIFIED just screaming “WHAT IS THAT YELLOW THING?!”

BDUBS IS ATTACKING IT ???

okay nope Bdubs caught one and Tango lost it

Bdubs is naming his axolotl Idiot

AMAZING HOUSE. WHY IS TANGO SO GOOD AT BUILDING AND REDSTONE??

Impulse POV

MUMBO TRIED TO PLACE DOWN A BERRY BUSH TO HURT IMPULSE . HE FORGOT HOW BUSHES WORK..

I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THAT IMPULSE WAS IN THE BOATEM POLE

so it looks like those four are hteo nes who grouped up together

PEARL BROKE THE CONSTITUION SHE GOT IN THE WRONG BOAT SMH

THIS IS SEASON EIGHT! FIVE BROS !

So its gonna be about five people in the same area!!

YOO!! Fantasy build for Impulse!!

G gave Impulse a spyglass, they had a fun moment of zooming in on eachothers face and complimenting eachother IHAUDIHAW

Grian and Impulse worked on an xp farm!

ASHDUIWAHISD GRIAN JUST LOGGED ON INFRONT OF HIM

a pillager stole his boat . not just any pillager . the one with a banner. </3

he has to live with Mumbo tuning a song .. </3 haha

Mumbo POV

it took fifteen seconds until Grian ran in during Mumbos intro

CONFIRMED? GRIAN WAS FIRST DEATH?

SECOND PERSON TO THINK MUMBOS PANTS ARE SKIN COLOR. GRIAN..

Grian: “Can you..Briefly explain why you’re just wearing a hawaiian shirt?” Mumbo: “Uh- what do you mean ‘just wearing a hawaiin shirt? I have shorts on as-well, dude”

FOLLOWED BY

Mumbo: “Can you explain why you’re wearing a red jumper?” Grian: “You know- you know i was born with this!”

MUMBO AND GRIAN STOLE THE BOAT LOOT FROM RENDOC

I THINK RENDOC JUST STOLE THE DIAMOND MUMBO THREW??

Grian: “Is that Scar?” Mumbo: “I can’t see past your giant waffle!”

DSFSDFJIOA they did an edit where they placed down a boat, both Mumbo and Grian got in, they made noises and then bopped up on top of the ravine they were in <3

THEY HAVE NO BRAINCELL THEY JUST PLACED DOWN A BENCH AND SAID “THIS IS THE MARK OF OUR VILLAGE!” and then placed a torch and a boat and a bed and aANOTHER BED..

..Mumbo is trying to be a pacifist this season!

Grian’s taunting him with beheaded things

And obviously part of being pacifist means he’s gonna be vegetarian in minecraft!

..he cannot use monster farms because pacifisim..

Mumbo was in the middle of reading the magical Timmy shack that Tango made (did i remember to mention that? who knows) and IN THE MIDDLE OF GETTING TO THE PART ABOUT IF YOU REMOVE STUFF FROM THE CHEST, NOTHING WILL BE ADDED IN IT AGAIN. Grian opened the chest . Mumbo SHOUTED HIAUDHUW Grian jumped man

They renamed it “Cave of Do Not Enter” HIAUEDUH

Mumbo and Scar BOTH did not know- at least Mumbo didn’t, Scar forgot,  that podzol spawns from two-by-two spruce..

him and his guitar song to be played underneath his house.. it goes with the aesthetic i suppose

MAN HE NEEDS SO MUCH HAYBALES I FORGOT THATS NEEDED FOR THE TUNE HE WANTS

Mumbo: “What.. On Earth.. Scar, it’s meant to be a starterbase, buddy! What is this? This is many things, many many things, a starterbase is NOT one of them!”

HE LITERALLY DIDNT KNOW THAT THE DRAGON EGG TELEPORTS... WHEN YOU TOUCH IT...

BDUBS

nothing special we havent seen yet!! just him screaming about axolotls.

He was working in the Mesa in his intro, skipping the “speech” from Mumbo

He released Idiot the Axolotl and lost it .

Him SCREAMING “Gemini” is HILARIOUS

While Gemini gave away those three diamonds, Keralis got so excited he won a bet with Tango and Bdubs, that he gave back . two of the diamonds . and none of htem released until well after they left

Bdubs: “That’s why i have my mwoss skin!” PLEASE I LOVE THE WAY HE SAYS IT.. make the moss hood.. REAL..

it took me a while to figure out what his base is but i LOVE IT so so much!!!

Nothing much new to add !!

Stress pov

please i love her . very good !! False seems to have joined her sheerly because Stress sounded like she knew what she was doing. she does not.

False felt peerpressured and asked Stress for permission to fight her because everyone was killing eachother .

It ended up with Stress following False. they found a village!

ISKALL only saw him one other time today!!

JEVIN APPEARS AGAIN !

XISUMA FELL INTO HTE BREEDER AND IT WAS SO FUNN IUAHHYIAUSD

Ren: “Ya look goregous, Stress!” Stress: “Thanks! Don’t murder my dog!”

She’s so proud of herself for caving!! (with False n Gem

Iskall blew up!

..Iskall fell from a high place

Stress has a LOVELY ravine base!!

False

False wants to become pirates with Stress <3

gatekeep gaslight girlboss

BIG OL MUSHROOM HOUSE !!

it looks like a mushroom church and i LOVE IT.

Nothing new we didn’t see from Gem. She does want to come up with a banner design for her base, though!

Grian

..Mumbo just thought Grian had a purpose so decided to follow him <3

ALSO HIS INTRO, AS HE JOKED ABOUT IN THE OTHERS VIDEO, WAS, IN FACT, THE BOATEM POLE

Grian is SO PROUD of the fact taht they got good loot from a treasure map. Ren and Doc are NOT IMPRESSED

Grian: “Lets go, potato boy!”

Mumbo: “I don’t have to replace everything I break! Peace Love and Plants- are these plants..?” He says, mining amethyst

pants

he who controls the egg, controls the server... Grian.. you’re doing great sir

...He decided.. his goal.. is to make his OWN..caves and cliffs update... HELLO..?

Grian was the first one to kill the enderdragon, MAN. Speedrunning career WHEN? /j

Grian: “And now [Mumbo] is flexing on my bed!”

he might not have a base. but he has an egg.

It is now 2am. i cannot do this anymore. This will be continued.. tomorrow!

[tintinwrites]

sex bomb | Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

A/N: Apparently I love writing for this fella and Santi like I’m having a lot of fun with it!! Special thanks to my queen @damerondjarin​

Rating: 18+

Warning: Naughty words. Sex in a tub. Themes of sexiness. Technically unprotected since there’s no condom but this is an established relationship and there’s probably other means of birth control, please wrap it up irl unless you’re trying for a baby with a trusted partner.

Word count: 1,820, apparently!!

Summary: Frankie has always been more of the showering type, but you convince him to like baths.

GIF credit: ^

Tags: @shakespeareanwannabe @arkofblake @justabeautiful-letdown @jaime1110 @dindisneydjarin @himbopoes @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol @the-bird-suit @bisexual-space-slut

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Frankie hadn’t taken a bath since he was eight and his parents deemed him responsible enough to shower without supervision.

He obviously didn’t opt for baths when he was an adult either; cleanliness in the military was a two minute shower where he scrubbed everything as quickly as possible with about forty other men bumping into him.

When he was out in the normal world with a more typical life, he was so used to a speedy, efficient shower that it never really occurred to him to do anything else.

He didn’t really see a need to take his time in the shower or to take a bath when he was perfectly clean with his quick speed and didn’t waste any time messing around.

Then he met you.

First of all, his showers took a hell of a lot longer when you’d step in all naked and sexy, happy to oblige you as your arms wrapped around him and your wandering hand slid between his legs.

Second of all, you liked baths.

It was probably once a week that either he’d come home to find you in the bath with a glass of your favorite wine or you’d come home looking entirely stressed and he knew to immediately turn on the water for you.

He never joined you, but he liked to sit by the tub and listen to you vent, running his fingers back and forth across the water and maybe, sometimes, brushing the tips of his fingers over your breasts as you spoke.

The water and you always smelled really nice, though, which was interesting considering the store you liked to drag him into smelled like being smacked in the face with sixteen different soaps at once. You’d drop in one of those fizzing things you bought and he’d actually enjoy whatever unique scent it was, and you’d giggle when you were laying in bed and he was nuzzling into your breasts even more than usual to smell you.

Some of the products made your skin all glittery and he didn’t know why it turned him on, but he didn’t really question you looking all sexy laying on the bed, practically glowing like a goddess or something.

You were always soft and calm when you took a bath. He considered it a duty to set them up for you, to make sure he was there for you when work was stressing you out, and your happiness made him like baths even if he never indulged in them.

“Frankie,” you called from the bathroom as he made his way to you with two beers.

“Here, baby.” There were nights where you weren’t too frustrated and all you wanted was a beer or two, and he handed you an open one as he sipped his own.

You watched him kneel by the tub like he always did, smiling and reaching out with a slightly wet hand to run your thumb over the smattering of hair on his jaw.

He turned his head and kissed your palm.

“Why don’t you come join me tonight?”

“It’s your bath.”

“Maybe it’s ours.”

“I don’t take baths.”

You turned onto your hip and folded your arms over the edge of the tub, shaking your head at his disappointed look down that your breasts were obscured by the porcelain. “You know what the name is of the bath bomb I’m using?”

“Glittery unicorn?”

“No.”

“Sparkling dolphin.” His lips twitched, clearly trying not to laugh.

“Stop it!” You did laugh fully, reaching out to gently poke him in the shoulder.

“Okay, okay, I’m biting. What is it called?”

“Sex bomb.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed at the sultry information falling from your lips, mouth slightly opened and his tongue peeking out as he ran it over the inside of his bottom lip.

You walked your fingers up his neck. “I was thinking you could come into the bath with me and I could show you how effective the sex bomb is.”

He was on his feet and taking off his shirt, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he expertly pulled it off without even moving his hat. His jeans were off and then he stepped out of his boxers, moving to look at you sitting in the shimmering, pink water.

You hummed and giggled softly, almost swimming to the side as if that were possible to allow him room.

“Someone’s almost standing at attention, hm?” You looked shamelessly at his hardening cock which only seemed to turn him on more as it twitched.

“What’s a guy supposed to do when he’s looking at tits like that?” He stepped into the tub and sat down with his legs open, raising an eyebrow when you climbed onto his lap to straddle it.

He kept his eyes on you as he leaned forward, closing them when he pressed his face to your breasts and inhaling the scent of the bath bomb deeply.

“The fuck is that? Shit, baby…” He nudged his nose into your right breast, gently sucking on your nipple.

“I think it’s jasmine or—or something...fuck, Frankie.” You grabbed onto the brim of his hat and pulled it off his head, running your hands through his hair to fluff it up once you’d tossed the hat somewhere on the floor.

He didn’t really care about where the hell it went with his face in your tits and his mouth on you, moving to suck on the inside of your breast to leave a light mark that likely wouldn’t be seen by anyone but you two.

There was a thrumming pulse between your legs that begged you for Frankie and some kind of friction, and it was what made you roll your hips against his, grinding into his now fully hard cock beneath the water.

His face pressed flat into your breasts now, moan muffled against you as he held you close to him.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled at the ends of his hair, pushing your hips into his again and again.

“You wet enough to take me inside you?” He lifted his head and pressed his lips to your chin, gazing up at you.

“Can’t you tell how soaked I am?” You teased, and the underwater smack to your ass made you laugh more than anything.

“Remind me why I’m in love with you.”

“I’m good in bed.”

He raised his eyebrows, mouth opening slightly as if he realized some grand truth about your relationship. “Oh, right.”

You rolled your eyes and reached down to gently grasp his cock, guiding it to let you sink down onto him slowly. Both of you moaned, but there was something quite cute about the look on Frankie’s whenever he was first inside you.

Eyes soft, looking at you like you were the most incredible thing on the planet, and his lips twitching into a little smile that would soon be against yours if the position allowed it as it did now.

You didn’t move as the two of you kissed a couple times, then he bucked up into you and you let your head tilt back.

His lips continued down your jaw and neck, and his head dropped to your shoulder when he pressed his lips there and you laid your cheek against his hair.

That was when you started moving your hips, a bit slow at first until you found a comfortable rhythm that was pleasurable for the both of you, your fingers moving to grip at the back of his shoulders.

Frankie was a pretty vocal man when it came to bedroom activities, groaning against your shoulder right away with each thrust down onto him. His hands were moving to your hips not to control your movements as much as to hold onto something as he met your thrusts with his own.

One of your favorite things was how he was usually reserved, but sex could make him get a bit lost in himself; he was panting as he leaned away from you to press his back into the tub, holding onto the sides and beginning to thrust into you with a bit more vigor.

Your hands moved to his biceps and you started to bounce on him a little faster, the angle making his cock slide against your G-spot each time he was inside you again.

Sure, the water level was higher with two people in it and your quick movements were making it spill onto the floor, but neither of you really noticed with how damn good you were making each other feel.

“Oh, Frankie, right there, yes, please,” you gasped, your fingers tightening on his arms.

“You like that, baby?” He moved his hands to your hips again with his teeth bared, starting to bounce you on his lap at a fast speed that would get you both off.

The only sounds were his grunts and your moans and the water splashing against the sides of the tub, and it wasn’t long with him fucking into you and stroking that wonderful spot inside you when you clenched down around him with a loud cry.

His own release wasn’t very far behind at all, perhaps thrusting one or two times before he pulled you down tight against him and spilled inside you.

You followed him when he let out a loud groan and leaned back, pressing yourself into him as you enjoyed the sensations of your orgasm.

He gently moved you off his lap once you were both not as distracted by your pleasure and stepped out of the bath, reaching down to take hold of your hand and help you out of the water that was now becoming pretty filthy. He wrapped a towel around you both, looking down at you.

You smiled, nuzzling into his chest.

When you let out a little laugh, he raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“You smell like jasmine. No wonder you snuggle my boobs whenever I take a bath.”

“I snuggle your boobs because I like them and they smell nice when you take a bath.”

“What’d you think of the bath?”

“I came, if that’s any indication.”

“That was from the bath?”

“It was really sexy.”

You giggled. “Seriously, Frankie.”

“Seriously? I really liked it. It probably helped that you were on top of me, but...it was nice. The sex bomb worked.”

Part of him wondered if he was missing out or if he needed to wait to take a bath until you were in it with him.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking about taking another one.

“Hey, baby?”

“Hm?”

“Maybe next time we could buy a vanilla bath bomb or something.”

“Of course!”

Frankie joined your baths much more often now that he knew how enjoyable they could be.

And you were now able to enjoy his glittering skin and how lovely he smelled even more than usual.

[fmdjoosungarchive]

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flower irl wasnt promoted,,, obvs, so i had to put a touch more thought into stage outfits than i might otherwise. one of these is stolen from a backup dancer, and i feel it is my duty to let everyone know the gold suit has a cape and i Insist sung wear it. that fit altogether must be hard to dance in so i’m sure sung only wore it once, but it is top tier and Needs to exist. lighter fits would have the mirror press ons, and darker ones would have gold or black press ons. all the eye makeup would be darker colors tho, and heavy every day. basc bc there’s not a Whole lot of fits to go off of, sung would be making new outfits by taking this off or adding this on (like the fur leaving the red suit, or the underground?? outfits) also to b unoriginal i’ll go ahead n say he had blue hair this era. makes sense w the whole sad boi vibes of in sensitivity lmao

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since in sensitivity has changed a bit, i wanted to mark out what the new version of this time period was like. the biggest thing that’s stayed the same is that the time period of abt a month n a half before in sensitivity came out were hectic. not anticipating a solo, but having asked to write his own music, there was a flurry to come up with enough tracks to hand to the company, and hence why the bsides were mostly instrumental. the high tempo throughout the playlist reflects that. the biggest change is that the entirety of the era is laced with emotion. he was promoting a song he wrote, that has a deep meaning to himself. it was a very emotionally taxing time, but the type that felt satisfying after it was completed. the full lyrical content of some of these songs are quite,, dramatic,,,,, so i’ve chosen what’s best fit for sung’s specific mindset

no today by twenty one pilots

what if my dream does not happen? would i just change what i've told my friends? i don't wanna know who i would be when i wake up from a dreamer's sleep

ask by the smiths

shyness is nice, and shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life that you'd like to

migraine by twenty one pilots

i do not have writers block my writer just hates the clock it will not let me sleep

black tambourine by beck

we'll shake and rattle our bodies to keep it warm at night my tambourine is still shaking

everything sucks by reel big fish

she said, some day, we'll get back together maybe she said, some day, things'll be much better baby but i don't believe her

build me up buttercup by the foundations

so build me up (build me up) buttercup, don't break my heart

where is my mind? by pixies

where is my mind? way out in the water see it swimming

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location: dms building

date: september 2019

word count: 489

tldr; sung gets told he’s getting a solo debut. demi rewrites history part 2

he was being too quiet, wasn’t he? saying something in this moment would probably be best; creating an awkward moment when he should be vocally expressing his gratefulness wouldn’t be good in the long run.

then again, the others in the room didn’t seem at all bothered. they continued speaking amongst themselves like sung wasn’t there. or, perhaps, they were expecting him to keep up, to move on like the rest of them.

we want to capitalize off of his virality, so we’ll need to make this process as speedy as possible. the longer we wait, the more momentum we lose out on.

when sung was in meetings, he attempted to employ the techniques his father had taught him growing up. presentable, strong, charismatic, a leader who knew the right path to take and wouldn’t take no for an answer. none of that came naturally to sung. throughout his childhood, he struggled with the concept of being the heir to the family business because being a businessman wasn’t who he was, or someone he could see himself becoming.

under contract at gold star, sung hadn’t used enough of those techniques, and thought, even if he was faking it, doing so with dimensions might have been the right call. parents know best, right?

to a degree, sung could agree. it felt as if dimensions staff took him much more seriously than gold star staff did. however, he set an expectation for himself to accept business style discussion, and not only was he already wearing a false skin... gosh was his head swimming.

a solo debut, while quantum were still rookies, and the process was going to be a speed run. none of those thoughts made sense to him, but everyone else around the table spoke like it was an inevitability they couldn’t dare to avoid.

we’ll need to schedule a song selection meeting for tomorrow if we want to get ahead of the curve.

sung blinked, and against their better judgement, this was the moment they were able to form words. “i’d like to write my own songs, if i can.”

a beat of silence felt like a no, but sung refused to back down. one executive looked to the others before breaking, “are you certain? it’s a very selective process. we won’t be easy on you. and you’ll be promoting soon. do you have enough songs to present?”

he couldn’t have been sure of anything. every new word that came from that person’s mouth set aflame yet another worry to add to the pile. however, backing down now would only ruin his chance to get a sliver of what he wants.

sung nodded, “give me until the end of the month. i can present forty songs. i value your time as much as my own, so trust that i won’t fail.”

they needed to discuss further, yet, all sung heard in the end was, “alright, end of the month.”

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location: all around tbh

date: september & october 2019

word count: 474

tldr; sung’s journey before choreographing for flower

time was of the essence. sung couldn’t afford to take individual parts of this process step by step. with each song he created, he needed to be thinking about emotion, how difficult it might be to perform, fashion, concept, and, choreography.

when creating music usually, choreography came to mind. often, it was in the form of emotional based, very sporadic moves. taking what he was hearing and reimagining it to worm within his body was natural. here, however, he needed to lean into it even further. sung couldn’t at all be sure what dimensions would want to make his title track. he could make guesses, or have opinions on songs he might want to fight harder for when the time came, but in this flurry of songwriting, he couldn’t stop to think of the reactions in the future. what he needed was to think of every possible future, and prepare for it.

the easiest thing to do when he presented his collection of songs, all of the old, new, and renewed, was to offer his ability to choreograph for whatever the chosen title was. not only would it save the company money, which he was sure they wouldn’t look down upon, but it would also save time, especially if he already had a basis of what he might want in a choreography. creating any song meant he needed to be thinking of choreography, acting it out when he could, even if that meant taking a ten second video of himself hopping out of his recording studio chair for two moves.

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he’d been warned, that the meeting to decide on the album tracks would be grueling. sung had prepared for as much, yet, still managed to feel exhausted by the time a tracklist had been finalized -a feat backwards as it was, considering they planned on reworking his tracks afterwards anyway. cutting down on time and budget meant leaning into instrumental tracks, and storing away dozens of vocal included tracks for the company database.

with so much talk down, sung had nearly forgotten. the title track, the final piece of the puzzle, “the choreography- i can create it. i’ve been thinking about it already. it’s important to me, as i’m sure it is to all of you, that i’m able to do quantum’s name proud and i believe this song can be a great opportunity to do that.”

as a pitch, it felt shaky, unrehearsed, clear how much it had been pulled straight from his head in that moment. yet, he was met with, not laughing faces, only confused ones.

the meeting leader was the one to speak up this time, with a quickness sung could only envy, “we’ll have you work with one of ours, but we would have asked you to nonetheless. it’s a good area for you to gain more experience in.”

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location: music show

date: nov 2019

word count: 417

tldr; sung’s thots before the last music show performance for in sensitivity

exhaustion didn’t feel strong enough a word to encapsulate the last couple of months. in the midst of preparation for a quantum comeback, being told he’ll have a solo debut, one that means zero break between promotion cycles, from quantum straight into promotion all on their own for the first time.

they stood, dressed in gold, breaths on a regular crunching the material, legs spread apart to lower themselves enough for the makeup artist to more easily work on him in the front, while a stylist behind him held his cape up.

sung requested from the stylist team that this outfit be saved for his last performance of flower, not only because it was the most difficult to move in, but because it also felt the most symbolic of an end result of this era. the concept for flower that the company had put together encouraged a victory of the ‘good’ king, and while sung wasn’t sure if this outfit was meant to be the good or bad side -the video had originally confused him as much as it seemed to confuse others as well- he’d like to believe it represented a trophy, not only for overcoming the hardships that the song was written about, but also the hardship of this promotion cycle.

no one in the public could know the full extent of how difficult the time period was for him, only the short descriptions he’d given about how fast the process was, and that was fine. sung didn’t need the sympathy of a faceless majority to feel proud of himself for what he had accomplished.

he could remember waiting for that first stage, how the minutes went on for hours, the hours on for days, weeks even. especially as a new debut, making a quick process wasn’t on the top of the show’s to do list, and it had felt excruciating. never considering a solo debut for himself, especially so early on, nerves had overcome him. he feared watching back his first stage, feared that he might not have been able to push through. by now, that filming was a blur. how well he did, or didn’t, had been lost to the memory shrouded in feeling, and maybe that was for the best. here, at the last performance he might have for a while, sung felt confident.

proof had come day by day, little by little. sung was capable of standing on his own, and continuing what he hoped could one day be quantum’s legacy.

[6-mcs-for-6-lis]

In your ask box again! I have been keeping your Julian singing Red and Black in the back of my mind, and oh my Gods I love it. Could you possibly write something about the 6 and what their favorite musicals/show tunes are? Thanks! ❤

Alright, this is a modern AU and my babes are here to play with their LIs!

Asra:

Rocky Horror Picture Show

Asra LIVES for the midnight Halloween showning.

Full Frank N. Furter cosplay.

Long lasting lipstick redder than blood.

Ziv knows it's long lasting. They tested it.

several times

Asra has long time friends that only meet up for the showings.

They're basically the go-to shadow cast for that theater

Once in a while Ziv will stand in for Janet

Not often though, they prefer being a camera person

Because they all love recording and taking pictures every year

Faust occasionally takes the place of a feather boa though, because she shall not be left out!

Asra knows every word and every move for The Time Warp and will teach anyone even remotely interested.

Even if everyone involved is drunk

Especially if everyone involved is drunk

Has he tried to reenact the swimming pool scene? Yes

Did he get kicked out of the hotel pool? Yes.

Portia:

Mama Mia!

to be frank, it's SICKENING how adorable Portia is singing all of Sophie's parts

She sings Gimme Gimme Gimme right to Ayo

"I'm not a man"

"GIMME GIMME GIMME AYOOOO AFTER MIDNIGHT!"

*cue collapse into giggles*

If they're watching with friends, they both get SUPER dramatic and cannot watch it with anyone who has never seen it.

Lay All Your Love On Me is their Song.

They do duet to it :3

Julian pretends to gag from how sweet it is when they do but he actually loves it

When the second movie came out, they hosted a full party

Food, drinks, the whole shebang.

They CRIED every time Sophie talked about Donna

Sobbing messes at the end

They went three more times while it was in theaters

Julian: 

Fiddler On The Roof

As Tevye say's "Tradition!" and this musical is one!

Rina grew up Christian, but she knows this musical

Seeing it through Ilya's eyes is a completely different experience

It bings him so much joy

So much laughter

He knows EVERY WORD

for EVERY SONG

"No, no, Rina, love, Tevye wants to fight G-d. Trust me, he still loves G-d but he wants to fight him."

You have to Make A Night of watching this musical

Pasha bakes and comes over with Ayo

After learning the words to the song, Rina, Ayo, and Pasha all preform Matchmaker

Are they using random clothes to cover their heads? yes

Do they gang up on Ilya and act like HE'S the matchmaker? OF  COURSE

Rina sideyes Ilya sooooo heavily during the nightmare.

"Ilya if you ever try that on me I will call bullshit on you"

Does Ilya pull Rina up and dance her around like a fool during Miracle Of Miracles? Yes

They step all over each others feet

Pasha is recording it

It ends up going semi viral on facebook

Is this how he ends up proposing a year or so down the line? YES

That one actually goes viral

Does Pasha ham up Sunrise, Sunset? You bet ya

Does Ayo make hearteyes at her the whole time? Yep

Does Ilya tease them both relentlessly for that? oh hell yes

Surprisingly, both Pasha and Ilya can so the bottle dance without dropping the bottles

You would never guess it with how clumsy Ilya is.

But their father taught them how

Oh, yeah, a little angst?

This was the last movie they watched as a family before the accident.

Lucio:

Hamilton

Does Lucio love Phantom of the Opera? Yes

Does Prima love it too? Yes

It's how they met after all

But a favorite musical?

The musical that will be put on blast and sung to at all hours of the night?

Hamilton

Lucio feels the character of Hamilton in his Soul

He may also be gay for Laurens and Lafayette but that's a different matter.

Does this mean Prima TORTURES Lucio by singing Burn at him when she is pissed? YES ALWAYS

Can Prima rap? No.

Can Lucio rap? Hell to the no

Does that stop either of them? Never.

Does Lucio almost choke on his tongue trying to do Guns and Ships? Yep

Does he manage to do it FLAWLESSLY one night while drunk!? YES

Prima and Lucio definitely waltz around during the slow songs

They both HAM it UP for King George's songs

The neighbors complain, but not often

Mercedes and Melchior get in on the action too

They bark and howl along with Lucio

They've actually gotten a routine down and take the parts of Hercules and Washington

ONE LAST TIME MAKES LUCIO CRY LIKE A BABY

can we say "Daddy/Mommy issues?"

Camio has taken some lines into his vocabulary

"My Shot!" "Right hand man" and "Say no, say no" get said by the birdie a lot

Not very sure what they mean

But Say No To This does help Lucio and Prima get... spicy

They do not say no.

Does Prima eventually sing That Would Be Enough to tell Lucio she's pregnant? Yes.

He cries

Like bawls with happiness

He thought she was just playing around at first

But then she pulls his hand onto her stomach

And He Knows

Dear Theodosia becomes the baby's lullaby

Muriel:

The Greatest Showman

He doesn't really understand the appeal of musicals

But there's one night when the nightmares got really bad

So so bad

He woke Zaza up again

And Zaza would hear no protesting, he pulled Muriel to him and made him lay down in his lap.

"Close your eyes, babe..." He whispers softly

He begins stroking Muriels hair as he closes his eyes.

And singing softly

"...I'd follow you to the great unknown

Off to a world we call our own..."

Muriel is helpless to Zaza's voice and hands in his hair

He falls asleep before the first round of the song is over

He wakes up clinging to Zaza's torso

It takes a couple days, but finally he asks what that song was.

Zaza lights up, and pulls him to the couch for an impromptu movie night

Muriel can't help but smile at his partners enthusiasm

Zaza practically bounces through the previews, letting them play so he can briefly explain the plot

As soon as the first son starts, Zaza shushs and pays rapt attention

He looks over once in a while to see how Muri is liking the movie

Muriel doesn't mind it

It's very over the top

Very Zaza

Then That Song comes on

Muri learns it's called Tightrope

And Zaza quietly sings it to Muriel as it plays on screen.

It ends up being Muriels favortie song

Nadia:

Six

Six is amazing and upbeat and good for a pick me up

She secretly stans Anne of Cleves both in the show and irl

Natiqa got the whole family into Six

So now the sisters all reenact the show

Nafizah prefers to film the entire thing so she sits out the singing

Nazali is Catherine of Aragon

Navra is Anne Boleyn

Nasmira is Jane Seymore

Nadia of course takes Anne of Cleves

Natiqa is Catherine Howard

Nahara is Catherine Parr

It turns into A Night

Harlow discreetly records the entire show without pause.

He needs this for later

For Science

Not for a surprise birthday party later that year

Nope.

Not at all

It totally becomes a tradition.

Only Asra, Ziv, Julian, Portia, and Rina are allowed to see the video.

Ever

Yeah sure Nafizah has a copy and Natiqa gets her hands on it

Hello YouTube and TikTok

It's a hit.

Not viral, but popular.

Nadia needs a drink when she finds out.

[bigtittyhimmler-blog]

Who Goes Nazi? Brooklyn Edition

If you’re anything like me, a twenty-something Twitter leftist with an advanced degree in the humanities, you hate absolutely everyone around you and badly want to kill them. You live in a brownstone playground of Timorese food and adult coloring books, and you want to suicide bomb the L train but leave a note blaming it on manspreading or whatever, so people don’t think you’re one of “those” random mass murderers (the bad kind). You hate having to tell people at parties that you “work in content,” and you hate the fact that they all also work in content. You hate that they all make content for outlets that are slightly cooler and more prestigious than the outlets you make content for. You hate that none of them have even fucked you for like thirteen months. You hate that you can’t even hate them for the ways in which they’re different to you, because there aren’t any. But fear not! There’s one thing you’ve got that nobody else does: you know that you’re definitely, 100% Not A Nazi.

But what about them? Imagine if the Nazis took over America and it was suddenly cool and prestigious to be a Nazi, and there were trendy Nazis on the TV the whole time, and they once again sold soap with slogans like “Dove: The White Pride Soap for Hating QTBIPOC and Not Amplifying Their Voices.” But also don’t imagine, because that’s exactly what’s happening.

 This game was invented by Dorothy Thompson in her classic 1941 Harpers essay Who Goes Nazi?, in which she presciently pointed out that intellectuals are definitely more Nazi than aristocrats, but not nearly as Nazi as union leaders. But she set her essay at some dinner party in the Hamptons or wherever, and last time I went out there I went swimming in the sea and a wave hit me and I lost my bikini top and a bunch of bros in boat shoes started laughing and pointing at me in a way that despite my white privilege I still feel was somehow like imbued with racism, and then afterwards I just stayed inside for three weeks writing content and ordering groceries online, so the setting needs to be updated. Let’s look at your group DM. Which of these Twitter creatives who live in Brooklyn would go along with it and become a Nazi? (All of them.) And who never, ever would? (Me.)

 Mr A isn’t actually in your group DM, and you’ve never encountered anyone like him irl, but you literally can’t stop talking about him, so he gets included anyway. Mr A is a short ugly loser, and he’s already a Nazi. He doesn’t even live in Brooklyn, he lives in his mother’s basement, and eats chicken tenders, and he doesn’t get laid, but in a different way to the way you don’t get laid, which has to do with patriarchy. Mr A is a Pizzagate. Mr A is a Gamergate. Mr A is a segregationist. Mr A opposes the reforms of the Emperor Diocletian (284-305). Mr A won’t shut up about the superiority of a “free silver” bimetallic monetary system over gold specie, and keeps on talking about the “gold shills” in a way that doesn’t really make sense until you realize that your own name is Goldschmidt, and yeah, he doesn’t really care about expansionary monetary policy at all, he’s talking about the Jews, and specifically you. Mr A is basically a pathetic worm whose life sucks and nobody likes him, but also he represents the whole of the repressive forces of society and he’s at the top of the social hierarchy. Everyone you’ve ever met is actually Mr A, wearing various masks. He is the source of all your problems. He must be killed, and once we kill him, we need to find more people like him to be the source of any problems we have left over.

 Mr B is in your group DM, but you also have a separate group DM with everyone else except Mr B in it. He keeps trying so hard to be nice, and says stuff like “so how is everyone’s day today” with a smiley emoji, and when you’re talking to him you get this airless feeling like you’re about to suffocate in his treacly good-natured presence. Every time you see Mr B at a party you’re afraid that he’s going to blurt out that he loves you, but you can’t keep your distance too much because he’s so clearly autistic, and you don’t want to be ableist. Anyway once in the group DM he said that while he obviously thought divining for water with Y-shaped copper rods was good and important and valid, he didn’t understand what it had to do with socialism. That made everything better, because clearly he’s a Nazi. The whole group DM expended hours of emotional labor educating him about how dowsing is part of LGBTQ+ culture and how his dismissive bro-y attitude was reactionary and gross, and eventually he posted a video of himself crying and begging for forgiveness and promising to do better, because you guys were the only friends he had. This was classic white fragility, but in the end you let him stay. You just have the other DM now, where you make fun of him and it’s ok, because if the Nazis came and he had license to start being cruel and sadistic to other people, he’d definitely do it.

 Ms C is one of those women who doesn’t like other women, and you know this about her because you can’t fucking stand the bitch. Plus she says stuff that’s really not ok, even though it costs nothing to have empathy and be kind. You’ve personally heard her use the D-word, the H-slur, and the L-pejorative, all while laughing and holding a glass of white wine by the stem, like she doesn’t need to consider the harm this does to others, just because she’s “funny” and “an artist.” She’s the Cool Chick. She makes nude self-portraits (the bad, skinny kind), and she’d throw you under the bus in a second for male attention and approval. She’d definitely go Nazi. But the worst thing about her is that she has the impudence to be bisexual and Asian, which makes it really hard to call her out. But then you realized that all Asian people are collectively responsible for the long history of anti-Blackness and misogynoir in their communities, and you’re thinking of holding her collectively responsible for the Rape of Nanking too, once you’re certain she’s a sushi Asian and not the dim sum kind.

 Ms D’s boyfriend works in finance, or like accountancy or something, or I think I heard he was a musician? Maybe a drummer or possibly he used to bartend at a place where they had live music. Anyway they definitely have vanilla cishet sex in the missionary position and you can’t stop thinking about it, his body, her body, naked, moving, breathing, together, almost silent, tender, disgusting. She says she’s a socialist but doesn’t devote every minute of her waking life to getting mad about people online. This means she’s just vaguely following a trend, and if the trend were being a Nazi (which it is), she’d be a Nazi (which she therefore is). You can’t imagine yourself actually hitting her but it’d definitely be punching up to maybe poison her food?

 Mr E used to be a comrade, but then he did a tweet that got 38.6k RT’s and now he’s moved to Los Angeles to spend his whole time in writers’ rooms. Last you heard he was pitching an animated show for adults about a snail with borderline personality disorder. It hasn’t even been greenlit yet, but you’re already thinking about all the ways in which it will be a missed opportunity and do harm and perpetuate tropes. Mr E will definitely turn out to have been a Nazi, and then you can start an anonymous petition to get the show cancelled so he has to move back to New York. Once he’s back you can send him a long email about how much it sucks his career burned out and how (even though you won’t say it in public) sometimes people do actually take the social-justice thing too far. That way he’ll be a comrade again, which is good, because we believe in rehabilitating people who have a genuine change of heart.

 Mr F probably thinks he’s better than you. He’s a union organizer. So are you (you added “#Unionize” to your Twitter name), but his union stuff involves workers who aren’t in tech, content, or grad school, and he probably thinks that makes him more in touch with “the real workers,” who he probably thinks are just a bunch of cis white males in a factory, who are probably all racist and probably have thick, heavy dicks that intrude on your mind in a kinda #MeToo way a lot of the time. He talks about class, and you agree that class is important because you’re not a lib (you support Bernie, you just want him to Do Better). But from the way he says it you’re certain he doesn’t acknowledge all he/him lesbians as part of the working class. He’s trying to save a tiny sector of the workers from a necessary and important socio-economic shift that will impoverish them and make their lives worse, and that’s what being a Nazi is. This is why his union needs to stop dragging their heels, change all of their rules and priorities, and let you get him fired.

 Ms G (me) will never go Nazi, because she is beautiful and kind and pure, and has all the good opinions instead of the bad ones. Because of this she’s allowed to do things that other people can’t do. She can totally fail to understand what having an authoritarian personality actually means, and construct a version of the Who Goes Nazi? essay in which the people who go Nazi are just people who are already right wing, having confused politics with personality, probably because she herself has no personality other than her politics. She can minimize, ignore, or even encourage the infliction of actual suffering when it happens to the wrong kind of people. She can write that “nothing that terrible has really happened” since the publication of Mark Fisher’s Exiting the Vampire Castle, even though Mark Fisher himself is mysteriously not around to appreciate that fact. She can do some shit with threatening to leak an unedited draft that I don’t even want to go into. She knows that the Nazis don’t come promising hatred but promising to be your friend, but it’s ok because she doesn’t really have any friends, just mufos. She’s doing great. She’s building a better, kinder world. She will never, ever be the Nazis.

[yespoetry]

Caolan Madden: Counterfactual

FRIGID BITCH

Uhhh I prefer sex-negative feminist?

The guy who scoffed it’s easy to be bisexual if you have zero sex drive

The idea I had of a kiss when I had never been kissed, the idea of like a fountain/and like a field of flowers/and like/settling your heels and shoulderblades into the floor/the idea of surface tension

My dad’s friend Phil, when I was fourteen, in the car, I can’t remember the joke. I watched my lipsticked disapproving mouth in the rearview mirror

I asked J, do you think I’d be a slut if I had the chance. J said, I think slutty from the waist up

They must be picking up on something

Kaleidoscope of hormones, the strangest flowers, double blooms, inversions, every time you shake the cylinder, recombinant, call them frostflowers, those blue crystals, snowflakes. Call it clinical. What burst into bloom when I stopped/when I started. My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around. How hot are yours? Your orange lilies, orange blossoms, you blushing brides, my bad science: Schrödinger’s sex drive, we can’t know until we take each other’s temperature, but. Killing frost. Check the evidence of architecture: have you ever put your fist through the wall? Wallflower, wallpaper, stay in bed, diagnose yourself, try to raise your core temperature

At the conference I found myself making small talk about Taylor Swift, how the best thing about her is that all the boys complain that she only wants to kiss. She buys all those houses for kissing in, overlooking the sea.

Cold shower, dead drop. Your heart beating, the only heat signature for fathoms.

COUNTERFACTUAL

those days when gentlemen used their own thoughts as evidence, experimented on their brains by thinking, then wrote a treatise and kids still have to read those and write papers about them: this table here and smack it the color blue is a quality but not I can hold the color blue in my mind separate from or like my friend’s husband who used to stop breathing until he had visions Is that different? It’s in the tradition

I use my body to feel the history of sexuality & you use your mind & we talk about it the physical revulsion, the revulsion that’s protecting something I love to theorize about my body as a microcosm in the absence of medical knowledge or supervision its millions of stars bearing debris from real stars If I had really been straight I would have felt but on the other hand if I had settled down in Providence feels very much like if I had slept with this guy junior year if I had married. but also if I had a bike & waited tables if I had been blonde. The stars in my body reveal that high-school boys are decorative, or grace, or power. If you had seen me first wanting to be looked at, against cobblestones Desire is different, weirder, declares my body, a coming-closer, or a shudder thirty-six hours later, then years later, in the park where no one actually would have wanted to lose her virginity at twilight in a linen dress

  QUIETING MUSE

I shall never get out of this said Plath in plaster, a yellow rose in a stiff white vase. But I think you don’t miss her ’til she’s gone: at eighteen, sweating in my dorm, I scribbled doppelganger elegies, remembering our doubled bones, our doubled fat bright in the cauldron of a summer-long half-nelson. Sister soup, I wrote, the only sisterless girl on my floor. I must have meant it. I must have missed her. When her shape filled up with flecks of talk, like tin confetti, high and thin and cold, her opposite. There was an absence. Who was she? What was she for? Reading my diaries? Listening behind me on the sidewalk. De Beauvoir said that Diderot said you all die at fifteen and I really felt it then at seventeen The one who died. I only know her from that doppelganger poem and from the caught breath at the double, at the hinge, the horn, the heroine in someone else’s. Even the tumor with its eyeballs. Even Emily-in-the-glass. Wallpaper. Why say divided. Why not doubled, why not luxury. She has her nails done in some strip mall in the South. She waits ’til I'm alone again. Some weekend. Some other life. She’ll stir a little, say hello. I'm not afraid.

from Dazzling Dresses: A Princess Activity Book

Uriel at Yale 1

In Physics for Poets, Ursula twirling her ankle-socked foot leaned over the aisle and murmured about the Velvet Underground and sucked her pencil expectantly. O how the auditorium filled up at that very moment, and the glittering ink spilled out of Uriel’s pen nib! Under the ground the velvet corridors were plush with newts and stalactites like staghorn sumac (another class she took with Ursula was “Local Flora.”) Under the water Uriel’s sisters embroidered their names on the delicate edges of manta rays; in her dorm room she lifted them from Fed Ex boxes, stroked their velvet coats absently, bent over a villanelle. The refrain was, “If you had seen my face above a wave”; her word processor had shorted out when she spilled a cup of beer on it one Friday early in the term, so now she wrote in longhand. Outside the second spring-term snow was falling.

MOTHERGLUT

It’s all coming back to me like I whistled and those rats came running white foaming pattering their backs undulating screaming stat screaming code white

I gained all those pounds on purpose I poured them on me like milk I put them in a jar and weighed them on a scale and stood beneath the scale and POURED

Until I was the white queen of fat Umbrella of leaf-lard Rat-queen redolent of lard Pelt of a thousand rats yawning Wicked stepmother luxuriously padded with the milk of with the blood of virgins

O medical establishment we are sorry to have been so sedentary We are sorry about our bad memories I am sorry that I poured the leaf lard on my memory I am sorry that I do nothing nothing nothing but make this enormous baby to fill up my hungry cradle Sorry the baby’s made of a thousand fat rats teeming over the ward and swallowing the tinies Sorry about its thousand mouths full of seed pearls Sorry that I forgot and made a blowjob baby out of swallowing If you could just lie down and do it the normal way just remember to just lie down             but also do some light cardio swimming for example, maybe some journaling

If there were more poems more dissertation more candies there would be less baby there would be less marvelous mantle creamtop mantle, glorious mantle, gluttonous mantle

I veiled the two of us               the thousand-and-one-of-us in my supreme gorgeous idleness

These poems originally appeared in our ebook The Queer Body.

Caolan Madden holds an MFA from Johns Hopkins and a PhD in English literature from Rutgers. Her poems have appeared in Iron Horse Literary Review, Bone Bouquet, Black Warrior Review, Posit, Anthropoid, Split Lip, and Supplement. Her chapbook VAST NECROHOL was published last spring by Hyacinth Girl Press; as a member of the feminist poetry collective (G)IRL, she’s also a co-author of the collaborative chapbook GIRL TALK TRIPTYCH (dancing girl press, 2016).

[duskywraith]

Unleashing the Beast

This is a written up tale of a friend’s recent DnD Experience. (Campaign Note: Due to a large amount of players, their party has split up to split the players amongst separate sessions – Currently a “stealth” group and a “non-stealth” group.)

Friend: ...yeah also last week was insane.

 Me: Oh yeah?

 F: Yeah, so, we have to get to the Drow city.

Our team is team stealth we've been split in two groups, and our only healers, technically, are me and a Drow cleric. We’re about half-way through our journey and we come across a 300ft cave with a lake inside… and an aboleth swimming inside it. It begins to talk to us telepathically and tells us we either capture the leader of the gnomes down the path to the right or we sacrifice one of us for freedom to pass, so, after much deliberation…

 M: You...considered the sacrifice? 😂😂

 F: …We choose to get the gnome's leader much to the disgruntlement of the gnome and past gnome in the party, we turn around to leave and get confronted by 14 intellect devourers. So, we kill them, but our cleric got beaten and we had to put the helm of intellect on her because she got  d  u  m  b. We take a rest, and off we go. We're ready, we're sorta preparing a plan, the Cleric casts pass without trace on the group and we begin our way into the deep gnome mining village.

 M: Sounds pretty solid so far

I can’t imagine anything going wrong here

 F: Our stealth isn’t the best in general you know with a hulking barbarian in the party, so the pass without trace defo helped. We make it through without quarrel and we hear:

“Mithril! Go take it to Krazak??”(not sure about the name can’t remember).

So, we follow the gnome into a large cavern and we are confronted by a large pile of gold and ores and shiny things huuuge in the cavern of this mountain, and upon it, a fucking black dragon!

 M: Oooooh no 😂 doesnt bode well

F: Realising that this is the leader we supposedly need to capture we're like:

“o   f   u   c”

You know how I mentioned stealth?

 M: For sure, for sure

 F: Yeah, we we're all perfectly hidden and fine… apart from the fucking gnome, who walks straight in and the dragon is like: “huh… a gnome from above ground, whomst this?”

The gnome’s like: “o god o fuck”

So, this big fat fucking dragon gets right up in the face of the gnome and is like: “What are you doing here?!”

Gnome: “We're just trying to pass through, we got lost”

Deception check…

Failed.

Dragon: “Don’t humour me, I’m not stupid. Tell me why you’re here or I’ll straight up eat you!”

So, the gnome tells the dragon about the aboleth in the pond and how it wanted the leader of the gnomes.

Wisdom check

Result: 4 of us are now scared simply because of the aura of his dragon

and he’s like “Ah there’s more…”

 M: 😂😂 Go oooon

 F: The dragon then tells us: “Well see, I was brought here as a young dragon with my mother, to be protected, but the entrance was collapsed in… As I grew, I simply couldn’t get back out.”

Gnome suddenly says: “We can get you out of here!”

We're all like “Oh no”

Dragon is instantly interested, he hasn’t seen the sky in hundreds of years.

Dragon essentially says: “If you can get me out of here I won’t eat you”

It turns out the cleric can cast polymorph, so she says: “I can polymorph you into something smaller but we ask one thing of you…you kill the aboleth for us.”

The dragon really wants out of here so he’s like: “fine I’ll do it”

So she polymorphs him into a spider, puts him on his shoulder and the gnome the we followed guides us out.

We head back to the aboleths chamber, and we tell it: “We have brought you the leader of the gnomes”. The Cleric lets the spider walk forward enough and ends the polymorph.

Boom. Fat black dragon.

The aboleth is suddenly like trying to mind control this dragon (which it is way too smart for).

The dragon just laughs. It picks the aboleth up by the tail and essentially whacks it against every conceivable surface in the cavern before tossing it aside.

 M: Power moves in this house 😂😂

 F: the aboleth flops dead, obv

 M: obvs

 F: The dragon is like: “Take me above ground, NOW!”

We're like: “oh god oh fuck how we doing this?”

The gnome can teleport… but the child sorcerer decides to tell the dragon that the quickest way above ground is through the territory of the mind flayers… which is the way we are going… to a Drow city......

u n d e r g r o u n d .

The dragon believes her and starts stomping through the mind flayer territory killing them left right and centre. We just stop and realise what she’s done and we're thinking: “We need to stop that dragon because we are going in the same fucking direction… to not over ground”

 M: Why tf would they even try fuck the dragon around? 😂😂

 F: The gnome explains that if we can convince the dragon to come back, we can teleport it above ground if we have an item and a description of a place it has been, so she instantly runs after the dragon to convince it, leaving us 1 irl minute to decide what and where it’s going. One party member suggests my bow because we got it from a volcano in a timey wimey temple but I’m like “no thats fucking stupid the teleporter goes with the dragon” so I say “my boot was on the ship right?, the ship I met the group on?”

DM says yes

Meanwhile, while all this was happening, one of the mind flayers had come over and asked us why we had released a dragon in their territory. We explain, so they ask if we can get rid of it, offering safe passage through their territory in return (More incentive to do what we were already doing)

 M: 😂 Oddly civil of them

 F: So, she starts walking back with this dragon and I had over my boot the dragon says the girl is coming too. At this point the gnome, the sorcerer and the dragon are planning to go to the ship that I forgot got blown up and ripped apart. They take the boot and then *poof*.

 M: oh god 😂

 F: The DM starts to describe the trio poofing to the dock of Ashelok (which is the city that is still rebuilding from the red dragon we defeated there and the literal meteors that the green man bombed it with because he wanted these shards we we're collecting off us).

It was at this point that I realised…

I’ve just helped re-enslave an entire city to a black dragon. A city that we helped liberate from it’s previous Red Dragon ruler… that *we* saved them from.

Big heckin’ mistake

 M: Maybe.....maybe he was a nicer dragon 😂😂

 F: Well…

The black dragon instantly demands the towns wealth be transferred to him and announces himself leader of the town. The gnome and the sorcerer with him get put up in the best rooms in the tavern per the dragon's request.

The mind flayer that greeted us offers us some tea, which obviously I try and so does the barbarian. It's delicious! That is until I later find out its brain juice and I stop drinking it.

 M: 😂😂😂 Fucking hell, what a night

  F: The mind flayer shows us their city and their big brain, we learn a  little about their culture and how they’re actually quite civilised. They put us up for the night in a minimalist inn where we use a strange tube we acquired earlier to send notes and small things to the other group. I write the following note to them (Irl so the DM can hand them it):

‘We fucked up. I’m sorry, we may have caused a problem that we may have to fix later!

                                                                                             – love, team stealth '

 M: Lovely message, very foreboding.

I'm....very surprised the Mind Flayer didn’t kill you given that you were the cause of the whole dragon issue 😂

 F: only because we stopped more of them from being killed

 M: You still got a tonne killed in the first place though 😂😂

 F: As the morn comes and they’re able to teleport back to us again, the Mind Flayers give us a timer to leave before our truce ends. We say “Fair enough, we shall leave, thank you for having us, goodbye”

Then we end the session back at the meeting place and to the other two teleporting back with my boot.

Worst thing is we can’t tell the other group… they’re gonna receive the note when their part of the campaign commences

 M: 😂😂 When you meet back up, they'll have about 80 theories as to what you've done

 F: Yepp XD

 M: Damn… All that just because a grumpy fish wouldn’t let you pass

 F:  A big grumpy fish with telepathic powers

 M: This is the kinda shit you gotta put on tumblr, so I can later pin it to my DnD Pinterest boards *(Then I did it anyway because I’m impatient lul)*

 F: ikr XD

[strawberryeuphie]

i was tagged by @buttercupagere​ and didnt realize until now! 😳😨 well, better late than never!

🌸💗🌱 age regression asks 🌱💗🌸

1. Do you have a caregiver?

yes! my boyfriend ~ 

2. What is your regression age?

4-6 i would say, but i tend to be 6 more often! 

3. How many stuffies do you have?

way too many to count..... on my bed alone theres at least 15, in my room at least 25, and waaaayyyy more in storage. over 300 for sure... >~< lots of them are from when i was young though! 

4. What’s your favorite Disney movie to watch when regressed?

tangled! ♡

5. Do you like to listen to music when regressed? If so, what song(s)?

sometimes ~ nothing in particular, just video game and cartoon osts or upbeat girl group kpop songs, or learning kindergarten songs! 

6. Who’s your favorite Disney princess?

oooh... belle and cinderella, i can’t choose! 

7. What’s your favorite TV show to watch when regressed?

sofia the first, caillou, sesame street, rugrats, bubble guppies, my little pony, reading rainbow, mickey mouse clubhouse, gravity falls, spongebob squarepants, angelina ballerina, the goodnight show with nina and star, and the loud house!

8. Do you like reading stories/oneshots about age regression? If so, what is your favorite one?

hmm... not that i know of! it’s been a long time since i read anything (namely fanfiction) involving age regression. 

9. What outfit(s) do you like to wear when regressed?

dresses! i like long ones, short ones, colorful ones, poofy ones, monochrome ones, collared ones, nature-y ones, princess-y ones, overall dresses, and more! i wear dresses and nighties 97% of the time when i regress ~ 

10. Would you rather spend a day at the playground or at the fair?

playground, for sure! i love things that aren’t costly and aren’t too crowded or loud or with lots of fast rides or tall rides... hehe ^_^,

11. Do you have any age regression gear? If so, what is it?

sippy cups, loads of pacifiers, two plate + bowl + flatware sets, pull-ups and goodnites, books, some kids clothes that fit me, a onesie from amazon, a teether, some rattely toys, books, dollies, plushies, kids snacks, kids sunscreen, baby wipes, baby soap, bath toys, a canopy, bed pad, siderails.... uhhh... i think that sums it up? 

12. What’s your favorite candy?

flavored gummy candies (any kind without gluten) and plain chocolate (any flavor)! 

13. Do you like bubble baths?

yes! very very veryyyy relaxing ~ 

14. Would you rather eat a PB & J or mac & cheese?

PB&J for sure! i get gluten free ones all the time ~ 

15. Do you watch age regression YouTubers? If so, who?

i havent been watching any recently! anybody want me to check theirs out or start my own...? 

16. Would you rather adopt a duckling or a chick?

a chick! 🐣🐥 peep peep peep! they are like little puffy popcorns bouncing around with tiny feeties and they are bright yellow and fuzzy and sleepy and i love thems! 

17. Do you like using pacifiers when regressed? If you don’t have any, would you be willing to try?

i use them! i have dermatillomania so pacifiers help me from biting my skin or picking it, because i have something else to kinda focus on if that makes sense...?

18. Disney, Dreamworks, or neither?

both ~!! why choose?

19. Does anyone IRL know you’re an age regressor?

yes!

20. What would your dream age regression playroom look like?

hmmmm... lots of windows for sunny days, painted lavender, butterfly decorations, disney princess pottery barn kids bedding on a white wooden daybed with side rails for napping, a plastic table for tea parties and arts n crafts, fluffy pink and butterfly rugs on white carpets so my knees dont hurt when i play, a plastic princess toy chest that you can also sit on, my canopy corner with big beanie bags where i can read all my books that are on shelves, an essential oils diffuser for relaxing scents, bunk beds for my american girl dollies, barbie dreamhouse for my barbies, fairy lights all over, princess dress up closet and vanity, foam mat and jumbo playmat and maybe even a playpen for really stressful days so i can have my own lil space and make it cozy! 

21. How did you find out about age regression?

i’ve always doen it without realizing and didnt really get why everyone else around me was “growing up” so fast. i played pretend and played with toys and only watched cartoons until 14 years old. once i was on tumblr a few years later i saw “d//d//l//g” in someones blog description and wondered what it was, i looked it up and saw a lifestyle similar to mine visually but also really different, so i secretly would check the tag from time to time and be really happy but also feel i didnt quite belong... then of course, discourse emerged and morality issues started occurring and i found cglre and age regression and felt much better about making my little blog and sharing my joy of childhood and regressing and bettering my mental health with others! 

22. Describe your perfect age regression playdate.

playground time on a sunny day, going to the disney store/a toy store and then getting ice cream or another snack we can eat, playing in playroom together...! also a sleepover. cuz bubblebath and pajamas time and warm milkies and the goodnight show together and pillow forts... waaah! 

23. Would you rather play with stuffies or dolls?

aaaah! both! stop with hard questions waahhhhh 

24. Do you like reading books when regressed? If so, which one(s)?

oh gosh i love to read! i have old books for my childhood that my parents saved, and i still read them now. my favorites right now are kevin henkes’ mouse books, the jumbo disney books with multiple stories in them, and little golden books, but theres also some other random ones i cant remember right away ahaha!

25. Bottles, sippy cups, or neither?

sippies for me ~ but i like the stage 2 (?) nuk bottles!

26. Do you like chocolate milk?

YES ~ chocolate almond breeze is... so yummy

27. Describe your dream stuffie. (Color, animal, size, texture, etc.)

puffy, big, soft but not too fluffy, a kitty cat, any color... oh i already have hims! hehehehe 

28. Onesies or overalls?

ummm... onesies! 

29. If you could have any mythical creature be your best friend, what would you choose?

do mermaids count? mermaids! i cant swim well so my mermaid friend could help me learn ~ 

30. My Little Pony or Paw Patrol?

my little pony ♡

[margridarnauds]

A, F, G, M, S, T, V

THANKS AVERY. 

A. If you could rec a piece of music to accompany one of your fics, what would you pick? Why?

 Yakety Sax for Goosefic. 

Alright, seriously? It’s totally not like I have a playlist or something stored anywhere, because that would be insane, right? 

Illuminated by Hurts - Ah, Ça Ira. “Time waits for no one/So do you want to waste some time/Oh, oh, oh, oh/Tonight?” AKA “Ronan realizing that he might not make it back the next day and trying to get Laz to come to bed and reconcile with him, not necessarily because he wants to SLEEP with him, but because he wants his boyfriend there with him. “Swim with your sorrows/And try delusion for a while/It’s such a beautiful lie” Lazare frantically scribbling out his justifications on the paper, even though he has to KNOW that Artois’ going to abandon him and it’s going to be worthless. “Suddenly my eyes are open/Everything comes into focus/Blinding” GENERALLY I get Laz vibes from this line, with him gradually realizing how important Ronan is to him and that some part of him WANTS the new world that Ronan was, but the last few lines also work for Ronan’s (unstated, in-text, but there in canon) decision to charge in front of du Puget, realizing that he HAS to save Olympe from being orphaned like he was. 

Either Dream of Sky (Dancing Line OST) or Forbidden Friendship (HTTYD OST) - Le Cri. Both of them have that sort of tentative, new feeling where things start out so soft and with that kind of innocence but as time goes on, it becomes so much MORE. 

I’ve Seen Hell (North and South OST)/Ashes (Celine Dion) - Pour la Peine. I’ve Seen Hell is one of my go-to Period Drama songs, but I LOVE how it has that bleak feel while also not being COMPLETELY bleak and miserable, there’s that idea of PUSHING through in spite of it. And Ashes also kind of has a similar vibe, as far as openly asking how...there can be any GOOD after that kind of devastating tragedy (even though a part of me will always seen Ryan Reynolds doing interpretive dancing to it, tbh). Ashes is much more...RELIGIOUS in bent than Solène generally goes with, but I think it WORKS as far as that general feeling of despair and abandonment that she starts off with “Every word shot down in flames/What’s left to do/With these broken pieces on the floor?/I’m losing my voice/Calling on you” 

Wicked Game - Personally, I favor it for A Pressing Matter, though it really works for Peyronan in general. “What a wicked game/To make me feel this way/What a wicked thing to do/To make me dream of you” AKA “Peyrol’s ENTIRE thought process when he realizes that, against his own judgement, he’s gotten attached to Ronan and that that’s a MAJOR weakness. 

F. What stories are you planning for the future?

I have. So many WIPS that I’m DYING to release soon. One is very obviously the Fairy Tale AU, which I’m very pumped about. There’s the one that’s just called “Madame Roland is a Lesbian” that I’m excited for. At some point, I’m going to have to expand the Abomination and the Verse it encompasses, stretching from where we start off in the Beauce in 1777 to at LEAST the early 19th century, possibly into the 1840s. 

Between the Waves is going to get a LOT more added to its Verse, hopefully. I already have at least two WIPS that are partially finished and give a little bit more context to things that are happening in the next few chapters, one from Olympe’s perspective on the pre-canon events that stretches to the post, one from Artois’ on some of the events of PLP, and I either have an Afterlife AU, a Reincarnation AU, or both to wrap it up, possibly with us ending up where we began. (No, not on Marat’s printing press.) I’ve also toyed with fleshing out a little more about how Peyronan got to where we see them in A Pressing Matter, to round out the series. Either way, though, I do intend for this to end up being a VERSE, not necessarily just one or two stand-alones. There’s a lot that’s...going to pop up here or there that I INTEND at least to expand on. I rarely like to leave things HANGING like that. 

There’s also the Peasant Lazare AU which, even though it’s basically a laughing stock among my friends IRL at this point, is still very important to me and I’ve never fully given it up. 

I’m definitely going to expand the Ripples in the Rockpool Verse, HOPEFULLY dipping more into the historical events that are happening around this time and a little more on how the OT3 ended up where they get to be in Back on the Shore. 

There’s a Vampire AU that I’ve been toying with back and forth, and I STILL haven’t given up on The Zombie Apocalypse AU, though I’d like to focus on that one more when I have a fewer WIP count and I can more thoroughly outline it. Also @lehetsz-kiraly and I have toyed around with a Superhero AU that I would 100% like to see get off the ground, and I also am totally planning on toying with the TN crossover as time goes on. I obviously have no idea....WHEN or HOW, but it’s somewhere nebulously on my To-Do list. 

And, of course, the Disneyworld AU. One day, I will finish it. 

G. Where do you think you grew the most this year?

Honestly, I think the drabble challenge was a GREAT opportunity to throw myself into a variety of things that I NEVER would have considered before. I’ve gone from EXCLUSIVELY writing 1789 and Irish Mythology stuff to really working with anything that really vibes with me, which has been VERY exciting. And, between Le Cri, A Pressing Matter, and Back on the Shore, I’ve gotten several things that I’ve been talking about and tossing around for YEARS on the page and out there in some form or another. I’m still going to stick around 1789, of course, that’s still my BABY, but I really got the chance to work with a lot of things I’d have never normally have thrown myself into and had the chance to toy with my style in a way that I normally wouldn’t. 

M. Meta! Have any meta about a story you’re dying to throw out there?

Oh God, there’s ONE THING that I WANT to write the meta for but SPOILERS. That I don’t even know if it’s SPOILERS anymore. (I should honestly get into the habit of asking people “SO WHAT DO YOU THINK’S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW” like a thirteen year old who’s just uploaded their first Wattpad fic, but alas). But, since I’m working on PLP at the moment, have this: 

No, she gets no sleep tonight, her eyes locked on the bayonets as they gleam in the moonlight. She lays and waits and thinks.

Several hours later, a shot rings out in the dark. All the demons of Hell break loose, the only thought on Solène’s mind being that of another night, another volley of shots.

They mean to massacre them all.

The Queen has changed the King’s mind again and they will all be killed.

Every part of her knows it, screaming in her mind as they make their way for the Queen’s quarters, all else, all other thoughts disappearing.

A panicked voice asks them what they think they’re doing and another voice, she doesn’t know if it’s hers or one of the women with her, replies, “We’ll cut off her head, rip out her heart, fry her liver, and that won’t be the end of it!”

They are done with this, done with the queen, and they will take whatever they can get.

They have endured too much pain at this point to just curl up and die.

This wasn’t a fight they wanted to begin, but if it was a fight they needed to survive the night, they could give it to them.

They could give and give and give as they had always done, all of their lives.

A few guardsmen try to stop them, but they disappear beneath the wave of bodies flooding the palace. One of them breaks free, runs and pounds on the door, his bloodied hand staining the expensive, gilt wood as it slams against it before he’s tossed aside. “Save the Queen!”

A door slams ahead of them as they reach the room, the room itself is deserted, except for one woman who rushes in front of them all.

“I am the Queen!”

Solène recognizes the voice even before she can see her in the light of the torches, still wearing the clothing that she’d worn the night before, and she freezes.

So, for this section, I ripped a LOT from the historical record, as far as the threats the women made on the life of Marie Antoinette, the guard slamming on the door, the shot in the dark panicking the mob, BUT I also actually did look up at least one article on mob mentality to try to understand HOW someone would get involved with something like this. And the first thing I focused on was the INDIVIDUAL getting pushed aside in favor of the group. And the main way I ended up TRYING to get that to show through was in Solène’s reaction. 

At first, she starts off as a singular: “She lays and waits and thinks” “The only thought on Solène’s mind,” etc. But then, immediately AFTER that, as the panic sets in, she becomes a PLURAL, “They mean to massacre them all” “They will all be killed,” “they are done with this” “they have endured too much.” And it really reaches its height when they enter MA’s chambers, as she doesn’t even know WHO is speaking. It could’ve been her, it could’ve been the woman by her side, likewise with the guard who’s severely hurt (also, the “wave” of bodies, going back to the overall theme of water that’s there in PLP). She doesn’t know, because at this point, they’re one whole body acting out at the same time.  (There’s one brief point where Solène becomes a “her” again, but it’s only to say that her brain is NOT necessarily...its usual self, “all other thoughts disappearing,” which repeats what she’d also said when the shot first went off; she’s very much acting on INSTINCT here.) 

When does she become Solène again? When Olympe runs in front of her. She and Olympe are not a Thing per se, not at this point, even though Solène’s recognizing that she’s “a little bit in love with her,” but Solène does care enough for Olympe that she was able to be snapped out of it. In the chapter that I currently have sitting in my drafts and that SHOULD be published in the next day or so, there’s a bit where Olympe questions whether Solène would have continued on if she hadn’t been there. Solène says that she doesn’t know, because to HER this unlocked a part of herself that she didn’t really know was THERE, the kind of radicalism that she tends to associate with Ronan and the other revolutionaries (ESPECIALLY Maillard, who is kind of Ronan-By-Proxy here as a vanqueur of the Bastille who is ultimately ineffective when it comes to Solène’s complaints.) Personally? Even though I fully leave it up to interpretation, and everyone’s free to say “No, you’re wrong,” I wrote it with the idea that Solène probably would have done a Hell of a lot more harm had Olympe not been there. 

This is also fully intended as a parallel to Peyronan. (”NO, RACHEL, PEYRONAN ARE A THING? I HAD NO IDEA! THE SPOILERS!”) Both Peyrol and Solène had the same choice in this chapter, at its core: Their goal at hand, or the person they love. Peyrol let the army and his loyalty to the Monarchy get the better of him, Ronan ended up paying the price for it, and, as we see both at the funeral and at the trial at the beginning of the chapter...Laz is BROKEN by it. Solène doesn’t realize why he’s broken and even doubts that he is, because she doesn’t have the perspective, but...LOOK at him. He is not doing Well. He didn’t gain anything from what he did. In a snap-second decision, he chose his career and decades of indoctrination over Ronan, and he ended up losing both. Solène chose to break out of it and save Olympe, even if she was personally endangered by it. It doesn’t mean that one loved their person more than the other one, but it DOES mean that they get very different results. There’s a climb to the light for Laz as well, I’m not going to just...LEAVE him, but it’s going to be much, much longer than Solène’s. 

S. What’s the sexiest thing you wrote this year?

I’ll be honest: I know I have (2) Official Smut Fics to my name now, but I honestly don’t FEEL like anything I’ve written’s particularly SEXY so much as Describing Sex. This isn’t me being a Pretentious Literary Author who Does Not Write Porn, oh no; it’s that I genuinely don’t believe that what I write...qualifies as “sexy”. That being said, despite being only 100 words, “Honey Plunged Into Water” is probably the sexehiest. Which is hilarious because it’s also the kind of thing I would NEVER have written otherwise. There is one...unpublished fic for A Passage Through the Light that features Madame Roland/Marie-Anne that is....very, very gay and is probably honestly the sexiest thing I’ve ever written even without them actually doing the do. 

T. Themes, motherfucker, do you have them? What are they?

Earn Your Happy Ending, the question as far as the difference between society and what someone’s been conditioned to be like VS the individual, uncertainty, unease, that question of how much you really CAN know someone else, that general feeling of the calm before (or even during) the storm and how people can find intimacy then. There’s a lot of the gothic element there as far as the past, and the people who were THERE in the past, never really being...GONE from the narrative. Like, one way or another, they have the tendency to come back, whether it’s as a literal ghost or whether it’s just their skeleton buried underneath a tree somewhere. 

V. Which story was the most viscerally pleasing to write? Tell us your narrative kinks.

This is painfully predictable, but I THOROUGHLY enjoyed every second of writing Forgiveness. To this day, it’s probably the ONE piece of Peyronan stuff (besides Fowl Play!) that I’ve written where I’m, like, 95% happy with the final result, which is REMARKABLE for me. I really, really loved getting to WORK with their relationship and what makes it WORK at the heart of everything, the progression of it, the gradual increase in intimacy, the way they come to have that moment of “We’re in this one TOGETHER,” and an ending that’s HOPEFUL even though there’s still the ever-present promise of the Revolution in the background. All of that is a LOT of what I tend to like in my Peyronan to begin with, so it was really fantastic to just get that all out on the page. It’s one of those moments where I just want to gesture all over the page and go “THESE TWO LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH” even though they still have their bickering and their petty little moments. 

Another one that’s a WIP but that I feel’s far enough along to actually TALK about is the Fairy Tale AU (It has a name, but I tend to feel like announcing its name is jinxing it and I DO desperately want to get it out soon) and...it’s not my usual writing style, it’s not my usual way of doing things. There are some things that I do there that I wouldn’t necessarily do in a usual, realistic fic because it’s a FAIRY TALE that’s being given the 1789 treatment. It was really, really interesting to get to work with some of my favorite fairy tales, see some of the ways they’ve been told and retold throughout the years, especially looking for the ones that focus on commoner protagonists, elements of the gothic and dark fantasy mixed in there with the light. I’m not really that USED to getting to go wild, so it’s been a lot of fun to have one project where the research is less on the minutiae of 18th century life and more on...like....the similarities between the Italian and the Breton versions of The Travelling Companion folkstory. 

[agentverbivore]

Jewish FS prompt: Academy era, Jewish Fitz teaches atheist Jemma about Hanukkah

1) I know I’ve said this to you a couple times now, but I’m still really sorry how delayed this is. irl is lame. 2) this ficlet is inspired both by @buckysbears’ Chanukah headcanons/prompts and the second part of @theclaravoyant‘s prompt! Rated G, canon-compliant Academy era FitzSimmons (in their 3rd year). 

Head in hands, Fitz stared at his third year holographic engineering textbook and tried to convince the letters to stop swimming on the page in front of him. The final exam was in exactly seventy-six hours, but after introductory xenorganic chemistry, propulsion engineering, and his “SHIELD in Literature” elective, he was starting to feel like a wrung-out sponge. It didn’t help that the exam was scheduled for the absolute last slot in the week, which meant that half the campus was in a festive mood and he was absolutely itching to be able to join them. (From an acceptable distance, anyway.) With all the best of intentions, he had sequestered himself in one of his favorite private study rooms right after dinner. Four hours later, however, and he felt like he actually remembered the salient parts of the class less than he had before. Only having nine-tenths of the textbook memorized was really not up to par.

Just as he was giving serious consideration to dropping his face directly onto the book and taking a nice multi-hour nap, the door banged open and he nearly fell out of his chair.

“Fitz!” Simmons chirped as she plopped into the seat in front of him. “I have a question for you.”

“Bragg diffraction won the Nobel in 1915, seven years after Lippmann,” he managed to get out through a jaw-cracking yawn.

“As refined as your powers of telepathy are becoming,” she deadpanned, neatly dodging the slow kick he aimed at her red Cons beneath the table, “that’s not what I had in mind.”

“I was right, though, yeah?”

Her smile widened ever-so-slightly. “Yeah. And what crystals did they use to conduct the experiment?”

“Rock salt,” he replied promptly, sitting back in his chair. “And you’re late.”

“I ran into Professor Niehaus outside of Carter and had the most fascinating discussion about the reading for next semester. She thought you had some good points about the fall assignments, so she’s thinking about adjusting her syllabus.”

Fitz blinked at her. “I had some good points?”

“Yes. I told her what you said over spagbol at Mario’s a couple weeks ago.” The self-assuredness on her face made him want to give his head a cartoon-dog-esque shake.

“Okay, right, sure, ‘cause why wouldn’t you.” Taking in a deep breath and letting it out in a laugh, he waved one hand at her. “Alright, so, what question’d you wanna ask?”

“Oh!” she exclaimed, reaching into the purple knapsack she had placed neatly on the empty seat next to her. “I wanted to know the precise purpose of dreidel.” Simmons primly placed a lime green, plastic dreidel on the table almost perfectly between the two of them.

He squinted across the table at his best friend. “Dreidel?”

“Dreidel,” she repeated, straightening the top so that it lay parallel to the table’s edge. “The game, not the object.”

A thought occurred to him, and he arched an eyebrow. “Did you steal this from my room?”

The Academy’s Jewish Student Union chapter had held their annual Chanukah celebration the weekend before, aiming to catch students right before most exams began, and this year the party favors had included cheap plastic dreidels. Although Fitz had pretty much only shown up to grab latkes and rugelach and leave, he had swiped a couple of the trinkets to keep on his desk for fiddling with while he studied.

Simmons fought back something that resembled a sheepish smile. “Borrowed, with every intention of returning.”

Scratching at the back of his head, he tried unsuccessfully to figure out what had prompted the question, and why she had asked it now. “Why? It’s not Chanukah yet, doesn’t even start ‘til Christmas day this year.”

“I’m curious.” She continued to stare expectantly at him, and he let out a mildly annoyed huff.

Ever since having discovered that he was Jewish their first year, self-avowed atheist Simmons had taken it upon herself to pepper him with all manner of questions about his religion, only half of which he could answer on the best of days. Being mostly secular in observance himself, he found himself surreptitiously looking things up on the computer just as often as he had a response off the top of his head. One time, she spent forty-five minutes grilling him on the minutest details of his bar mitzvah, and he had ended up needing to email his mum questions when he couldn’t remember everything.

During the pause in which he was deciding how to reply, Simmons waited briefly and then continued: “And you’re the only Jewish person I know.”

Feeling abruptly tired and cranky, Fitz crossed his arms over his chest. “I dunno the purpose of dreidel, Simmons, it’s a kids’ game. Why don’t you just look it up instead of asking me?”

Anyone who didn’t know his best friend as well as he would have missed the wince that flashed briefly across her face at his words. Her shoulders sunk slightly, and she withdrew her hands to her lap. “Oh. I….”

“I mean,” he continued, feeling an odd need to defend his impulsive response, “you do this all the time with Jewish stuff. You’re an atheist, why d’you even care?”

Looking down at her lap, she took in a small breath. “I don’t know,” she said quietly. “I mean, you care about it. I thought that… that was what friends do. Be interested in things their friends are interested in. Or, I mean, that’s important to them.” Simmons tucked hair behind her ear and reached over to rifle through her bag. “Never mind. Sorry, we really should be studying.”

Discontent twisted into his stomach, and he scrunched his face up as he resisted the urge to just pretend like nothing had happened. “No, I’m – sorry, Simmons, sorry. I’m just knackered, you took me by surprise.”

“No, really,” she interrupted, piling textbooks on the table in front of herself. “I don’t want to bother you about your religion, it’s not –”

“It’s not bothering me,” he spoke over her, prompting her to actually look up and meet his gaze. “I just – I mean, I don’t like not knowing the answer.” He let out a sheepish laugh, flicking one finger at the pages of his book. “Dreidel isn’t significant or anything. It’s just a game. Think my mum said something once about how it’s adapted from some other European tradition, kinda like how Christians took bits and pieces from the Romans to make Christmas popular. But I don’t even remember what that was, so….” Fitz shrugged. “I just like the gelt and winning.”

Simmons was watching him with renewed interest now, an expression he recognized all too well from their first day of class every semester. “What’s gelt?”

“Those gold chocolate coins. Some parties use candy, too, but I like the chocolate.”

“Is it easy to win?”

Fitz chuckled, and reached out to pluck the green dreidel from the table. “Takes a lotta practice.” With that, he gave the dreidel a rapid flick onto the table, watching as it predictably flipped and spun into a standing position, making minute circles around the table.

Eyes glued to the long-spinning top, Simmons made a skeptical hum. “That doesn’t seem difficult.”

“Wanna try it, then?” He glanced down at the gold watch on his wrist. “What about we study for another hour, and then take a break to play dreidel. I can teach you. Winner brings the other tea before the exam.”

His best friend lit up at the promise of a competition, and she sat straighter in her chair. “Okay. Oh, but – we don’t have any gelt.”

Frowning, Fitz swiped up the dreidel just before it could stutter and jump to a stop. “We could use….” He spent a few seconds rifling through his bag. “I have peanut, crispy, and regular M&Ms. What d’you prefer?”

“Peanut,” she replied, watching as he laid out the three unopened bags of candy next to his work supplies. “How much candy do you have in there?”

“Gotta keep the blood sugar up, Simmons,” he retorted, pulling the nearly forgotten textbook towards himself. “Important for keeping the brain working at optimal capacity.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I think just one bag would have sufficed, but – anyway. Good idea, Fitz. Incentivization is an excellent study methodology.”

Grinning, he ducked his head, both of them settling in to be productive for exactly the following 59 minutes and 35 seconds. Fitz felt rather guilty now for having snapped at Simmons so unnecessarily, but he thought that her eager return to curiosity signaled that she wasn’t upset by his unwarranted response. Even though it didn’t make much sense, he had always been a little guarded about her questions regarding Jewish traditions, feeling that perhaps her atheism would lead to an argument between them. (An argument of a more serious nature, anyway, than the bickering that made up half of their conversations.) Yet, after about two years of friendship, the topic had only yielded them opening up about their families and traditions, and he supposed that was actually a good thing, in retrospect. In truth, Fitz found the explanation Simmons had given for her curiosity rather touching – even if he would never, ever admit it.

[Other ficlets.] [Chanukah ficlet 1 & ficlet 2.] [AO3.] 

[donghun-s]

the very large sp3arb tag

so @sp3arb has tagged me in a total four tags recently and i’m finally getting around to all of them!! tysm for all the tags, meri (btw i love your name?? i think its super cute!) and i hope you learn a bunch of unnecessary stuff abt me lmao (under the cut bc this is a long ass post)

i dont have a name for this tag

1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

im not tagging anyone bc im bad at things and most ppl i wanna know about, meri has already tagged so

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE: - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY: - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know- I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing maths in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority  - I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES: - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

MY LIFE: - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS: - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM: - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie  - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages [i don’t speak two, i speak one and sign in another] - I have made a new friend in the past year

alphabet tag

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better

I was tagged by Roxanne ( is it ok if I call you Roxy? I like Roxy) Actually @lxx-fxlix  And for some reason it did not give me the notification you did, I was casually stalking your blog when I saw:

A: age? 16 (01 liner)

B: birthplace? North Carolina

C: current time? 7:53 pm

D: drink you had last? Arnold Palmer (half sweet tea, half lemonade)

E: easiest person to talk to? for me, it’s my irl best friend gwen and my best friend on here, krys

F: favorite song? oof i’m super indecisive so i’m just gonna commit to mayday by got7 (it always changes but mayday has stayed on my constantly rotating playlist for nearly six months now; most are on for six weeks, max)

G: grossest memory? uh probably when one of my swim lesson kids tried to eat a bug (they were like four) and i had to make them spit it out into my hands 

H: hogwarts house? proud slytherin!!

I: in love? i love a lot of people, but i’m not IN love

J: jealous of people? not anymore, my self-esteem has gotten so much better in past years

K: killed someone? uhm a couple of times in fics (*cough* jinjin in not like this *cough*)

L: love at first sight or should i walk by again? not love but pls walk by again bc i’m probably enjoying your aesthetics

M: middle name? christine

N: number of siblings? one, an older sister

O: one wish? to adopt a kid with no family or an unhealthy one (obvs when  older and financially stable)

P: person you called last? my sister called me yesterday morning, and before that i had called my friend to tell him abt a near death experience when i was driving

R: reasons to smile? something good will happen to you, you’ll meet someone wonderful, and there’s always new experiences to happen

S: song you sang last? poet by bastille (an underrated fave)

T: time you woke up? about 8 am

U: underwear color? light heathered grey

V: vacation destination? i’d love to go to greece someday! santorini would be my first choice, and then my great-grandparents old village near thessaloniki

W: worst habit? probs my dermatillia (picking at acne on my face until it bleeds, then picking at the scabs, leaving a bunch of scars that will never go away)

X: x-rays? i got one on my tailbone one time, two years after i sprained it bc my mom didn’t believe me

Y: your favorite food? uhhh most anything tbh; i quite like the honey butter chicken sandwich from pdq

Z: zodiac sign? libra

✨ Fun Facts Tag ✨

Rules for this are:

Have fun with it!  

Tag some of your mutuals

1) Favourite colours:

orange!! and after that, any kinds of pastel or muted darks

2) Favourite song at the moment:

lotto by exo has been on replay in my head, my car, and my earbuds

3) Last book you read:

the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur

4) Last TV show you watched:

i tried to watch part-time idol bc hyunbin from jbj was in it, but within the first 15 minutes they set up an unnecessary relationship so i had to nope out of there real hard; i then reverted back to rewatching white collar for the fifth time

5) Last movie you watched:

does john mulaney’s nerflix comedy special comeback kid count?? if not, probably nightmare before christmas way back around christmastime

6) If you have a pet whats their name?:

four dogs: pheonix, kino, midge, and bess; three horses: little man, gem, and andy (ironically i’m allergic to dogs and horses, and my dad keeps buying more)

7) If you have siblings how many?:

one, my older sister

8) Favourite thing to do on a weekend:

i love doing my swim lessons and seeing all my kids!! i haven’t been able to lately bc of the weather, 

9) Best tumblr friends:

i only talk to @cheesyramynry on a daily basis, but i have a lot of blogs that i consider friendly acquaintances or casual friends as well!!

10) Favourite thing about yourself:

i value my compassion and empathy above all else; i am very much the mom friend and love to be it

11) Favourite memory:

ah i have so many; i think rn i’m gonna go with this past christmas, bc it was my last one with my grandfather

12) 3 weird habits:

swallowing gum, taking all my pills in descending size order, i tend to mimic how a singer sounds when i sing along to the song (ex: if they have a british accent, i’ll subconsciously sing in a british accent; if they stress certain syllables in certain ways, i’ll do it too)

13) What would you call your style?:

comfortable (stretchy jeans, t-shirts, hoodies) and with a few signature Gay Things (jean jacket, flannels, oversized mens’ button ups, a couple gay/bi pride shirts)

14) Odd talent:

if i have lyrics in front of me to a song i’ve never heard before, i can predict the pattern of the tunes and rhythm and sing along the first time

15) Do you have a tumblr crush?:

literally all of aroha and all of the sk fandom (y’all are the loveliest fandoms i’ve ever been a part of)

the stray kids tag

Rules: answer the questions in a new post, and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

I’ve decided that in celebration of Stray Kids pre-debut album I needed to create a tag. The ultimate goal for The Stray Kids Tag is to learn about your Tumblr mutuals, and have fun answering the Stray Kids related questions!  Here we go:

1: When did you decide to join the Stray kids fandom?

i saw a thread of information abt the suspected nine members before they were officially announced and was like ‘yes i must stan them and love them with all of my heart.’ so uh,,,,, back in august or september??

2: What is your favorite episode of Stray Kids? uhm, i’m gonna expose myself rn and let y’all know that i’ve never actually seen a full episode of the show; as soon as i heard it was gonna be a survival show, i knew that i couldn’t watch it bc my heart was too weak and i was emotionally incapable of becoming too invested while watching it; but from clips, i quite like the episode with the 3:3:3 mission, and also the last episode when all nine were reunited and told they were going to debut together

3: Who would you say is your bias in Stray kids?

my initial one was chan, and they i got rlly confused, and then slowly came to realize that it was jeongin (anything else after that is a fucking mess)

4: Who would you say is your bias wrecker in Stray kids?

literally kill me all of them bias wreck me so hard bUT hyunjin, jisung, seungmin, and chan have been wrecking me so hard in particular lately

5: What line would you want to be apart of in Stray kids? uHHH not dance line bc swimmers have 0 coordination on land; i quite like singing even tho i’m not good at, so probably that, but i can also hit all of chan’s english rap parts in 3racha songs, and keep up with lafayette’s raps in hamilton, and a lot of the english rappers i like too so uh,,, sign me up for rap line too

6: What is the first song you heard of Stray kids? hellevator

7: What is the first song you heard of 3racha? i think it was either hoodie season or runner’s high

8: What is your favorite song on their pre-debut album?

young wings or school life or yayaya (or grr or 4419 or glow or hellevator)

9: What is a concept you’d like to see Stray Kids try in the future?

i love their current optimistic and slightly rebellious teenager concept rn bc its an Eternal Mood; but i always love myself a soft boyfriend concept 

10: if you could meet with the members of Stray kids for one day what would you say to them?

how proud of them i am, and how proud of themselves they should be; i would tell them about how they’re saying things that resonate deeply for their fans and i love that they’re talking abt real world problems; i would also make sure to tell them (chan and 3racha especially) to make sure to rest more, and eat well, and take care of themselves emotionally as well as physically; and finally i’d like to tell jeongin how wonderful he is and that he’s doing so much at such a young age (lmao he’s actually eight months older than me but that’s no the point) and to never lose his cute little smile

finally done!! meri, if you actually read all of this, uh thank you????? i hope you now know everything you wanted to know abt me, and probably more than you wanted to know

i’m bad at tagging people, so if you also made it this far and haven’t done some of these tags, choose one, or a couple, or all of them and do them yourself!! just say that i tagged you!!

[sorcererandhisapprentice]

Tagged by: I borrowed it from @monochromaticoccultist

IN GENERAL:

REAL NAME: Just call me Mana. It’s really the first name that’s actually felt like me, if that makes sense haha.  NICKNAMES: My assistant manager told me that my thug name would be ‘T-baby.’ Does that count? SEXUALITY: Panromantic Demisexual PREFERRED PRONOUNS: I’ve honestly stopped caring about how people refer to me, but she/her is what I was born being referred to so I guess that. ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON?: Not if it’s for work.  WHEN SWIMMING, DO YOU PREFER TO DO IT IN THE OCEAN, OR IN A LAKE?: I prefer a pool. I had this weird dream I guess? Though it felt way more real than that. Anyways, I was swimming in the ocean and I got pulled out by a current I guess and fell down a waterfall when I was a kid (again, this is like 99% chance a dream pls do not fret omg) and I guess that’s sort of made me hesitant to swim in the ocean. Also, it just feels gross, I guess? All of the lakes and stuff I’ve seen have looked really dirty and idk that’s just made awkward about swimming in it.

ON TUMBLR:

ANYONE YOU WOULD LIKE TO MEET IN REAL LIFE?: Of course! I’ve made some really good friends here ;v; ANYONE YOU HAVE MET IN REAL LIFE?: Not here, but I have met tumblr friends irl before! WHEN DID YOU FIRST JOIN? HOW OLD IS YOUR CURRENT ACCOUNT?: Um... Oh gosh I have no idea. My personal, @kitchengremlinbakura, has been around for a while. This account has been around since December 2016 though. ANY PEEVES?: People who start unnecessary drama after forming ‘cliques,’ or taking a crack post way too seriously. Oh man this one time on another rp account of mine, my muse did some dash commentary and called another muse ‘hoity-toity,’ and oh man the mun whose muse was dating that muse got PISSED at me, to the point where they were making passive aggressive posts about me. Like, chill man. It was dash commentary and also my muse is a known asshole and how do you not find ‘hoity-toity’ funny? But yeah so I started avoiding that person and the people who were in their clique. It gave me a headache. UNPOPULAR OPINION: Multi-muse blogs are great please give them a chance, and the same goes for OCs. I’ve been seeing so many people lately saying that they don’t interact with multi-muses, which makes me sad, but they never say why either, so it’s just confusing. As for OCs, people put so much time and love and effort into creating these muses, and so it’s worth it to at least check their blog out to see if you think your muses could click. But I’ve seen so much hate for ocs, and have experienced hate for my own OCs, that I’m always really hesitant to create accounts for my OCs or just generally share anything about them to anyone other than my friends -- bonus points if the OC is a child of one or two canon muses. Seriously. There’s nothing wrong with that, people.

FEELINGS:

DO YOU EASILY GET JEALOUS?: Yeah, but not angry jealous. I just get really insecure about my own portrayal or myself in general and this voice in the back of my head tells me that I’ll never be good enough. DO YOU EASILY GET ANGRY?: Not really? I mean, it depends on what it is I guess? Or the situation at least. But man, if you’ve pissed me off, then you’ve seriously done something wrong. I have a lot of patience, so... ARE YOU EASY TO CHEER UP?: Depends on how negative my mood is. If my depression is kicking my ass, then no. If I’m just irritated by something, then yeah. ARE YOU GOOD AT HIDING YOUR EMOTIONS?: Depends on who I’m around honestly. My friends always know how I’m feeling. They’re good at that. My family, on the other hand... 89% of the time, I’m irritated or some other level of angry with them all. They only know how I’m feeling if they’ve managed to push me into having a breakdown. WHAT’S THE VERY BEST WAY TO CHEER YOU UP?: I don’t know??? Talking to friends usually helps a little????

RELATIONSHIPS:

ARE YOU CURRENTLY IN A RELATIONSHIP?: N a h. The only people that have actively wanted to date me have all been major creeps. (Oh man the stories I could tell about these people trying to ask me out). DO YOU CURRENTLY HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE?: Not really. IF YES, MIGHT THAT SOMEONE BE READING THIS?: l a u g h s bc I’m so unlovable  DO YOU KISS ON THE FIRST DATE?: Nope. I mean, I’ve never really even been on a date, but I don’t think I’d be comfortable with it. DO YOU PREFER GOING OUT, OR STAYING HOME, WHEN IT COMES TO DATES?:  It depends on who the person is, I guess. If I’m dating someone I’ve known since before we dated, and I’m comfortable enough around them, then a mix of both is fine. If I don’t know them that well, then definitely out. 

THINGS:

FAVORITE DRINK: Hot chocolate and green tea. FAVORITE FOOD: Noodles MOST CALMING PLACE?: Beaches are nice MOST STRESSFUL PLACE?: Home and work MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?: Oh man that’s a really hard one. I’m a pretty sentimental person so there’s a lot, but there’s this Zora’s Sapphire necklace one of my close friends got me for my birthday a couple years ago that I adore. One time, the chain came unclapsed and the pendant fell off, and I didn’t realize until a couple hours later, and I got really panicked and sad because I couldn’t find the pendant. Luckily, I found it a couple days later in a pocket of my purse!

Tagging: idc man do it if you wanna