#Holiday House Inc

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2023 Children's and Middle Grade Releases

This is the second 2023 Children’s and Middle Grade Releases post. In the first I tried to focus on UK authors but here I’ve cast a wider net. The release dates reflect the UK in the first section and US in the second. The Pearl Hunter by Miya T. Beck | 16 / 03 / 23 – HarperCollins Set in a world inspired by pre-Shogun era Japan, this is a stunning debut fantasy in the vein of Grace Lin about…

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader  rating: Explicit (18+ only!)  warnings: sex toys (like the wevibe jive or lovense lush/vulse), masturbation, phone sex, fluff, mild angst and serious yearning, novelty hats, Joel doesn't forget the balls, reader has a mom (inc. vague mentions of other family), no use of y/n word count: 4k  summary: You're exhausted. The special kind. The kind that only comes with visiting your family for Thanksgiving. Still, the exhaustion can't keep that yearning ache at bay, the ache you've been fending off all day. So, in the dark of the night, you reach out to Joel in the only way you can.

A/N: we're ignoring that this is well over 2 weeks later than I planned. we're not ignoring that this is the penultimate fic in this accidental series. the final installment will be coming to you all sometime in the coming weeks, and I hope you can join me in seeing off these two lovebirds right where it all began. see you soon 💛

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It's late when you fall into bed, sinking into the shape of yourself indented into a mattress you'd long left behind.

You're exhausted. The special kind. The kind that only comes with visiting your family for Thanksgiving.

It was stupid to have expected anything else really. Between the travelling, over indulgence, and endless socializing and catching up with family, there wasn't a chance you'd be anything other than bone tired and irritable. Wasn't that how these things always went?

In fact, from the moment you'd been welcomed by your mom with open arms and an it's good to have you home, you'd been annoyed. You couldn't even quite put your finger on why until Joel had sent his first message that morning; a picture of him and Sarah in matching holiday t-shirts, wearing matching squinting eyed grins, with a message that read wish you were here, and you wished you were too.

It wasn't until the fifth welcome home that day that you realized home hadn't been this place in a long time. Home, instead, was a million miles away, in Austin, Texas.

Home was sat on his couch, sharing a bag of chips with his daughter.

Home was chatting shit with his brother, cracking open a cold one on the patio.

Home was probably curled up in bed, holding a pillow close to himself to fill the empty space left by you.

Home was Joel Miller.

And home wasn't here.

At dinner, you'd made a decent effort to fill the Joel shaped void in your chest with mashed potatoes and stuffing, eating until your stomach ached so much that any other part of you couldn't possibly ache for any other reason. By the time dessert rolled around, the longing was back, clawing at you and pulling you toward a family that could be yours, if only you'd let it, until you filled that aching void again with too much pie and wine.

It was back now, that ache. Softer and gentler now that you were alone. More creeping than clawing as it worked its way back up your spine, latching at your throat with a squeeze rather than the bruising grip from earlier in the day.

It was that very same ache - that longing - that made you send maybe the most pathetic text you'd ever sent in your life.

you up?

He shouldn't be, you don't think. If it's late here it's even later there. He has a kid. Responsibilities you have been reminded over and over by "well meaning" family members that you don't have. At any rate, he had better things to do than to keep you company in the middle of the night, when the longing got too much to bear alone. Because you are alone, in this house filled with people - people you love - and you think that maybe you've never been more alone than now because, suddenly, alone feels a lot like lonely and -

The shrill ring of your phone stops your spiralling thoughts and, in a panic, you slap at the screen just to shut it up, rolling over until the brightness of it blinds you, and then you hear him.

His familiar drawl is softer than usual. He sounds tired, but content, almost like you can hear the smile in his voice and the crinkle in his eyes.

"Was hopin' I'd hear from you."

Your brain has stuttered to a stop. You're not breathing, not blinking, barely moving where you lie on your front, propped on your elbows, staring down at the too-bright screen of your phone where Joel stares back. It's just a picture - one you'd taken some weeks ago as you sat next to him on his couch and had looked at every day since. It was a good picture. He looked beautiful - soft and comfortable in his own home, looking right at you. Fuck, do you miss him.

"Hello? Y'ain't fallen asleep on me that quick, have you?"

You blink, shake yourself, and curse under your breath, catching Joel's raspy laugh as you fumble with your phone and smack it to the side of your head much harder than you meant to.

"Fuck, fuck, ow, yes, sorry. Hello," you garble, before taking a deep breath. "Hello. Hi."

"Hey there, darlin'," he says back, that smile so evident on his voice you're grinning right back at him in the dark. "You okay? Doze off for a little there?"

"Sorry it's - it's just your voice. Sounds better than I remember," you laugh softly. "Wasn't expecting it."

"Only been a couple days," he teases, and the familiar, comfortable ease of being with Joel blankets you. From what feels like so very far away he's managed to crawl back into your chest and illuminate the dark, empty cavern inside of it in a matter of moments. You never stood a chance.

"I know," you sigh as you roll over and flick on a bedside lamp to keep the creeping dark at bay. "I've missed you. Today was... not fun."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

By this point you knew him well enough to know he was running his tongue across his teeth, nodding in that gentle, understanding way he did whenever you'd complain about work, or how you'd kicked the kitchen cabinet by accident yet again. For as much as he'd barrelled into your life, he was always so very gentle with the parts you gave, and even gentler with the parts that you weren't yet ready for him to see. Fuck, do you love him.

He hums then, in just the way you'd expect, and you listen to the delicate sounds of each others breaths for a beat before he breaks the silence.

"Wanna tell me what that surprise you were teasin' me was instead?"

Shit. You'd forgotten about that. Sort of.

This morning you'd almost pulled it out, plan set to tease Joel with it all day. One look at the thing in your hand, and the idea of your cunt pulsing away while you tried to have a conversation with your mother turned you off from that idea entirely.

Now, it sat back in your bag, tucked away and hidden in the closet, away from the prying eyes of your family, and almost forgotten entirely by you.

"It can wait," you say hastily, flapping a hand in the air as if there was any chance he could see you.

"Now hold on a sec. You were teasin' me with that all week. Told me I couldn't have it at home, it was best to show me from all the way over there. Now, I don't know what you're plannin', but you got two days to show me what mischief you been makin', sweetheart, or all that fuss before was for nothin'."

You don't answer, instead eyeing the closet and weighing up your chances of waking anyone in the house if you did show Joel the little surprise you'd been planning on giving him for weeks.

"Think I can make a few guesses, don't you?"

"You could try," you scoff, knowing Joel's eyebrows are making a valiant attempt to meet his hairline right now.

"Try?" he asks, all too innocently. "Just tell me somethin', then. You doin' that thing where you touch yourself without even realizin' it?"

Your hand stops just at it's about to make another loop across your chest and down the softness of your stomach. "No."

He tuts down the line, and you can see the tick of his head behind your eyes, pinched shut as if he'd just caught you in the act in person.

"And you're gonna tell me your little surprise got nothin' to do with that."

That happened to be the way you always found yourself touching yourself in some way whenever you spoke to Joel, from whatever distance you found yourself from him. Not always in a sexy way either, though more often than not it was. Sometimes it was just soothing, you supposed. Listening to him talk while your hands played idly on your skin calmed you better than just about anything else, and here you were, soothing yourself with his voice from across the miles, your hands tracing the patterns you wished his could. It was nice - a connection to him even through the distance that wasn't just audible, but physical too.

Which was the exact point of your little surprise - a way to be with Joel without actually being with Joel.

"It might."

Joel's stubborn silence is about all you need to know the man isn't about to back down and let you off the hook any time soon. "Fine, but you've got to give me a second to grab it."

You huff in faux annoyance and haul your ass out of bed, tired bones creaking, but the weariness you'd felt all day slowly fading away as excitement creeps in to replace it.

"Can hear you movin' around."

You're glad for it. You hope he can hear every single thing - the soft click of the closet door, the thud of pillows propped up on the bed you spent years of your life sleeping in, the creak of springs as you settle yourself back into the unfamiliar sheets covering it, how you pull up your shirt just so and rest the surprise you'd stashed away across the miles right between your bare breasts. You hope he hears you fumble and tap at your phone as you take picture after picture, until you get one just right, and scramble to hit send.

It's a hope that's realized when you hear his breath hitch and the words get lost in his throat.

"Well," he says with a cough. "Don't quite know what the surprise for me is. Never hid those beauties from me before though, so I'm gonna have to say it's the pretty thing between 'em. Think I can guess where it goes. You gonna let me listen in?"

"Maybe," you say just as you hit send on another message to Joel. "Was kinda hoping you'd give me a hand though."

"What -"

He sounds muffled, but you can hear him mumbling to himself as his thick fingers tap away at his phone screen. And then, exactly as you hoped, the toy sitting on your chest rumbles to life and you could almost cry at the feeling. You grasp it in your fist, just as the other motor hums into action and starts gently thrusting against your palm. For a moment, the intensity gets so much your skin starts to tingle, until it dies down and then finally rumbles to a stop.

"This what I think it is? You really get this so I can play with you like this?" he asks, voice laced in disbelief.

"Yeah," you say, the toy in your hand purring into action again.

"You ain't put it in yet, have you?"

"Not yet," you murmur. "But I can feel you."

"Yeah?" he says, and a moment later the vibrations strengthen and weaken against your hand, like a wave coming in strong before pulling back out to sea. "Y'feel that?"

"Mhm."

The toy buzzes to life and quickly shuts off over and over, short stacatto bursts of vibrations tickling your hand, and you laugh at the silliness of it. "Joel. That's not gonna get anyone off. You're just gonna break it."

"What? It ain't nice like that?" he jokes.

"Feeling you is always nice."

"Know what'd be even nicer?" he asks. "Takin' off them panties and lettin' me really put this thing to use. Feel me where you really need it. Know you gotta be wet down there - your brain don't shut off like that when I'm talking to you if you ain't."

Your panties are flung across the room barely a moment later, your fingers skating gently along the edges of them before you yanked them down your legs. You are wet, panties soaked through in the middle, cunt sensitive and ready for a cock that isn't coming. Despite the obvious emptiness, and even more painfully obvious lack of Joel in the room, you know you're about to come quicker than you have in some time. You can barely swipe your own fingers through your slick folds, gathering your own wetness to smear it over the toy, without holding back a moan.

"That's it. Can hear you. Think we oughta start off nice 'n' gentle, huh?"

The air hitches in your lungs as the toy thrums to life. You guide the gentle buzz down your front, leaving a slick trail of your own wetness over the softness of your belly, before teasing down and down, between your legs and across already twitching thighs.

You circle your cunt with it, teasing with its vibrating tip, eyes pinched shut while Joel keeps it soft and steady for you as you slip it across slick coated skin and up to your clit.

"That good?"

He sounds so soft, almost breathless. You hope he's touching himself too, but you don't have the words to ask. If you open your mouth you're going to let out the moan you're so desperately holding back, your bottom lip sore with it, and the idea of anyone waking up, of ruining this for you now when it's just begun, is enough to keep your lips sealed tight.

"Mhm."

"S'good. Think you're playin' with that clit now, huh?"

You nod. Stupidly. Yet somehow he knows. He always knows. And the toy buzzes harder, intensity sliding up so gently as you were swirling it around yourself you almost didn't notice until the vibrations dancing past your clit forced the moan out of you, face turned into the pillow to stifle it.

"Gotta keep quiet," he says then. "Y'aint alone over there, darlin'. But I ain't with you to put that mouth to use either."

You groan again. You can't control it. It comes out low and strong, the phone you were grasping so tightly left forgotten against the pillow by your ear so you can clutch the plush pillow to your face instead, biting it.

"Too good," you say around a mouthful of pillow. "I need to put it in, Joel, it's gonna make me come too fast - shit - just knowing - knowing you're there, doing that and I - fuck..."

"Put it in. Slip it in that wet little hole for me. You feel that? Feel me in there?"

It's easy, sliding it into you. It's only small - you certainly have bigger - but so very powerful. Not the motor, no, but the way it, and Joel's control over it, have you a sopping mess already.

"I feel you," you say, Joel turning sliding on the other setting - the thrust you felt in your palm minutes ago - setting the toy wiggling and buzzing inside you. "Fuck, I feel you."

You dig your nails into your thighs, letting them bite into the soft, sensitive flesh to pull you back, to pull you down from whatever high you were going toward. It's too much and it's not enough all at once. You want him - need him - desperately, but he's so damn far away and somehow that makes this all the sweeter and all the more bitter, all in one.

"Wish I could be fuckin' you for real, feel you twitchin' on my cock. You twitchin'?" he asks, that breathlessness back in his voice again, and you just know he's joining you. You can see his hand gripped tight around his cock, his head slick and ruddy, squeezing more than stroking, holding back just like you were desperately trying to.

"Don't want to yet. Want this to last - ah - won't have you for days."

"Look at you," he mutters, the vibrations inside you kicking up a notch. "Can't go a few days without me."

And you never want to again.

"Touch that clit for me. Wish I could do it for you. Know how much y'need it."

At his guidance, your grip on your thighs releases. You stroke one quivering hand across your mound. You're so tense. From the day, sure, but from holding back too. All damn day you've held back. Held back looking at your phone in front of anyone. Held back saying Joel's name, mentioning the man who had you so distracted even from so far away. Held back talking about his amazing daughter, and the little family you'd accidentally and gladly fallen into. Held back telling everyone about the life you'd carved for yourself a million miles away from here, so different from the one you left behind. Held back, held back, held back.

Even now you're holding back, but fuck, are you ready to fly.

"Need to see you," you beg, a little too loudly, but you can't bring yourself to care. The combination of him working away in your cunt and your fingers stroking against your swollen clit are too much. You need to see him. "Please. I'm close. I'm -"

There's a shuffle and then the screen illuminates against your face just as the pulsing throb in your cunt gets stronger. You fumble, grabbing it just before it slips beneath your shoulder, and squint against the brightness, eyes adjusting until you see the beautiful face of Joel.

He's smiling. Face as flushed as you imagine yours is.

"Fuck -" you gasp. He looks better than you remember. Even at this terrible angle, the extreme close up of his face. He's shirtless. You can see his bare, tanned collarbones, the slope of his traps into his shoulders. "Fuck."

"You really that close?" you watch him say, your eyes fixated on the way his mouth moves around each word. So fixated, you barely notice him pull back the camera, or shift it upwards, until his full head is in view.

Including the turkey hat perched on top of it.

You almost stop swiping your fingers across your clit.

Almost.

"You asshole," you moan, as Joel's face lights up. He frowns then too, a look of concentration flicking over his face, tukey legs flapping by his ears, until you feel the damned thing rumbling inside you thrust wilder, wiggling against that very spot usually reserved for Joel's fingers. "Fu-uck. You - you just put that hat on. I heard you."

"This old thing?" he says with wobble of his head that sends the turkey flopping from side to side.

"Take it off. I'm close Joel, I-"

He shrugs. You watch him fucking shrug as you speed up the movement of your fingers, teasing yourself as he teases you in every sense of the word and, somehow, it does nothing but get you wetter, sends your legs quivering and your brain desperately trying to hold on for a little bit longer. "Don't think it's enough to stop you. Never had a problem comin' before. Think you can come no matter what I'm wearin'."

"Fuck," you say again, because it's true. And he smirks, because he knows it is too.

"You can do it. Keep rubbin' that thing for me, can tell you're so fuckin' close."

"Are you hard? Please. I need to know, I can't, I'm - I -"

"Where the fuck do you think my other hand is, huh? You wanna see 'im? Know you said you missed me but I bet you're really fuckin' missin' him right now, ain't you?"

"Please."

You're loud. You know you are. Even as you beg, you know it's too loud, and you know these walls are too damn thin for this. The only thing saving your ass right now is holiday exhaustion and too much pie.

When Joel flips his camera, you damn near come immediately. He's cupping his balls, massaging them while his solid cock desperately leaks. He's holding himself back for you - fuck, you love him - he's waited for you all this time, hoping to hear from you, thinking of you as he played with himself alone, so far away from you and your helping hands.

"Oh my god, I swear, I swear I've never wanted it more. I need it."

"I believe you," he breathes, jerking his cock in his massive hand. "You're gonna get it, darlin'. Second you're back here, gonna bend you over your kitchen counter and fuck you right there. Keep makin' them pretty noises for me now. That's it. Need more fuckin' hands..."

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna -"

And you do. Joel makes one last flick across his phone screen, the intensity rumbling in you reaching a peak, your fingers rub, rub, rubbing at your clit as you watch his heavy cock throb in his hand, and you come, clenching and fluttering around the unrelenting toy as you swear and moan right down the phoneline.

Joel isn't far behind. Even fucked out and exhausted, you somehow keep your eyes open, keep the toy lodged in you, buzzing away, pulling aftershocks out of you as you watch Joel work his cock until he's spilling all over his fist and thigh with a shakey groan.

"Shit."

You yank the toy from you when it becomes too much to bear, leaving it wet and rumbling on the sheets. Joel cleans up - a softly murmurred be right back, leaving you face down on his bed as you become a boneless sack filled with too much pie and longing in your own bed, so very far from his.

"You made me come in a turkey hat," you say sleepily when his face reappears on your phone screen, that very same hat still pulled tight on his head. You can see his own exhaustion now, each line and shadow on his face exacerbated by the late hour and low light.

"Think we both know you came with me wearin' weirder before. You like the weird."

"You like the weird."

"I love the weird."

He yawns. His massive hand covering his mouth, eyes closing in on themselves, rolling his head - and that stupid turkey hat - on his neck, and he's maybe never looked better. Silly, sleepy, content. Yours.

"I love you."

You don't know why you say it, exactly. You suppose you think it so loud it just slipped out. Fuck knows you'd toyed with it enough. Started saying how much you love his laugh or love his hair in the morning. Text him it. You love him. It should be easy. But it wasn't, even if he said it to you a thousand times over, a thousand different ways, without the many miles between you.

Joel doesn't hesitate, not even for a second. "Come say that to my face."

"I will," you say. "I promise, I will."

There's four days between you, and as many phonecalls. As many I love you's too. Practice makes perfect, they say. And you have a promise to keep.

You say another I love you to your mother when she pulls you in for one last hug, and you mean that just as much, even though that's never been easy either. Practice makes perfect.

She pulls away, pushing you toward something else, when you load your bags into the car, welcome home turned to safe journey home. From where home was to where home is. You know she sees it too.

Soft smiles, a kiss to your head. Whispers of I'm so happy for you, I can't wait to meet him, and you're off, away, longing for where love is.

She sees it too.

When you land in Austin that evening, you drive past the door with the lock that started it all, the key sat forgotten at the bottom of your bag. One knock is all it takes, and he's there.

"I love you."

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Kiddo's Halloween

Katie McCabe x Caitlin Foord x Child!Reader

Summary: The fifth of my Halloween-centric fics

Katie sighs as the whole street fills up with parents in the exact same situation she's in.

Children have flooded the usually quiet neighbourhood, shrieking and screaming and laughing in their little costumes and clanging their buckets around as they approach houses.

You're right by her side, clutching her hand tightly as she adjusts the witches hat on your head. Your little sister, however, was on her leash up ahead, as far ahead as she could get without tugging too hard.

The original plan was matching outfits.

That had been what had happened last year, when Gremlin was still a baby and didn't have opinions like she does now.

You'd been Sully from Monster's Inc and she'd been Mike Wazowski. You'd loved your Sully costume because it was a thick onesie that now's a little too short on the arm and wrists for you to wear outside but still perfect for you to sleep in.

The plan this year had been a pair of mice but Gremlin had kicked and screamed and cried about it so that idea was scrapped and the two of you got put into different costumes.

Gremlin is dressed as an actual gremlin like the ones from the movie that really scared you a few months ago so hasn't been put on since. You're a witch with your pointy hat and witch dress and broomstick.

You shuffle closer to Katie as a group of older kids come sprinting past, leaning heavily against her side and tightening your grip on her hand.

"Mam," Your little voice says," Up, please?"

To be honest, Katie's kind of proud about how long you've lasted.

Halloween is nowhere near your favourite holiday after last year when you got shown Coraline and kept having accidents after nightmares for at least a month.

It had been rough so Katie's proud you've managed to overcome your fear enough to even come out tonight.

"Alright, kiddo," She says," Up we go."

Gremlin still leads the pack ahead, practically sprinting over to one of the houses.

She tries jumping for the doorbell but is nowhere near tall enough.

Her little foot slams onto the concrete as she whirls around to face Caitlin.

"Mummy! Mummy!" She points back at the doorbell. "Mummy!"

"Mummy, please," Caitlin corrects her.

"Mummy! Mummy, now!"

"She gets that from you, you know," Caitlin says to Katie as she moves to ring the doorbell.

The door swings open and Gremlin's already got her hand in the offered bowl before even saying the words.

You do it for her though because you're a good big sister.

"Trick or treat!"

Gremlin's already reaching for her second handful when Katie lowers you down to grab your own.

"Want to swap kids?" She asks Caitlin, who's had to wind Gremlin's leash twice around her hand to stop her from getting too far ahead.

"Are you sure? Will Kiddo be okay with it?"

"She'll be fine. You're cuddlier than me."

Katie takes your sister's leash, further limiting how far Gremlin can go ahead and you go willingly into Caitlin's arms.

Katie's right. Caitlin is very cuddly and she doesn't even put you down to pick out which sweets you want which is a bonus.

But the night is long and you don't seem to have the endless energy that your sister does so the soft rocking back and forth of Caitlin's walk is enough to get you halfway to sleep.

"I think we should get home," Caitlin says, looking down meaningfully at your groggy body against her shoulder," We've still got to get them both in the bath and then bed."

Katie nods. "Yeah, alright." She tugs a little on the leash and Gremlin whirls around.

"What?" She demands, an indignant look on her face.

"Alright, you," Katie says," Home time."

"No! Scare time! Rawr!"

"Very scary," Katie says, completely deadpan," But we've got to go home. We'll have a bath, watch a movie, have some sweeties and then bedtime."

"Scary movie!" Gremlin insists.

"Not too scary," Katie replies, turning around and heading back to the house," We don't want nightmares tonight."

You're still kind of tired when Caitlin sets you down on the floor and Katie switches the light on.

Katie can't work out if it's because you're tired or the light turning on shocked you or if it's genuine fear but you catch a look of yourself, in your scary witch costume, in the mirror and burst into tears.

You crumble to the ground, sobbing. Tears drip down your cheeks as you cry, a little lump on the floor.

"She's bein' weird," Gremlin says, nudging you with her foot and Caitlin sighs.

"Don't kick your sister.

"Not kickin'! Just...touchin'." Gremlin pushes her shoe against you again and Caitlin lifts her up.

"Let's go find the cats and sort out your sweeties. Let's leave Kiddo with your Mam."

Gremlin's still complaining as she's lead away but Katie picks you up easily, allowing you to curl around her as she sits on the stairs.

"It's okay," She says, her voice low and soothing in your ear," It's okay. I've got you. I've got you."

"Scary," You sniffle," 'm scary."

"You're not scary, kiddo," Katie says," I promise you're not."

"I am! Scary, Mam! So scary!"

The tears are never ending and nothing Katie can do will stop them. She doesn't want you to cry yourself out but it seems like it's all she can do.

A soft mew comes from a few steps above and Katie looks back to see your Baby sitting at the top.

"Hiya, Baby," She coos," Did we wake you up?"

Unlike Coopurr and Spicy, Baby spends most of her time asleep. Either sleeping or grooming herself but mostly sleeping.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Kiddo's just a bit scared right now."

Baby hops down a few more steps, little paws coming to rest on your lap.

You turn your head to face her, trying to hide yourself under your scary witch hat.

"Look," Katie coos," Baby's not scared of you."

"Really?"

"Really-Really," Katie says, scooping up your kitten and placing her on your lap.

Baby nuzzles against your cheeks, uncaring that she's getting her pristine fur nice and wet.

"Baby doesn't think you're scary at all."

"Not scary?" You check and Katie nods.

"You're never scary, Kiddo. Even as a witch."

You nod, wiping away your tears as you hold Baby even closer.

"Now," Katie says," Why don't you go and find your sister and Caitlin and have some of your sweeties before bath time?"

You scamper off and Katie finally takes off her coat and shoes.

"Mam!" You call out from the kitchen," Gremlin's eating my sweeties!"

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Belovedly Cold

Their Girlfriend is Naturally Cold (in Winter)

Inc. Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, and Kamo Choso. Fem!Reader

Warnings: NONE! Fluffy!

Gojo Satoru

Honestly, he’s the same. Satoru also runs pretty cold naturally and doesn’t really think twice about it most of the time. During winter he’s like a lizard, seeking out warmth where he can, often having hand warmers in his pockets. The tips of his ears would always be red so he wears earmuffs when it's cold. 

Poor baby will stick his hands, holding the hand warmers, into your jacket pockets so your hands could warm up together. He nuzzles his nose against yours and pecks your lips. “Is that better, cutie? Your fingers are so cold.” 

You guys have a total NEST in your bed because you both get so cold. Heaters up, warm pjs on, the whole shebang. He makes you both mugs of hot chocolate, his is completely decked out with marshmallows, whipped cream, and some cinnamon on top. You two sit inside your little bundle of comfort, watching movies or your favorite show together. Cuddles are a must, unless you want him sulking and huffing about it. 

Despite your shared __ to the cold, she still wants to take you out to do all the holiday stuff. See the lights, play in the snow, go see the mall decorations. He takes you with him to do Christmas shopping, letting you know he already bought your gifts and has them hidden somewhere secret.

Geto Suguru

Suguru, on the other hand, runs pretty warm. He’ll keep your hands in his so your fingers don't get cold. If that doesn’t help enough he brings your hands up to his lips, softly blowing warm air onto your hands as he cups them in his. Once your hands feel better, he softly kisses your knuckles and lets you go. Though, he can see you immediately pouting as the cold hits your hands once again. 

He will let you sit in the car while he runs errands so you can relax with the heater on if you want. If not he makes sure you're bundled up well. He’s got two daughters, so he naturally keeps certain things like scarfs, gloves, and coats around for his girls and his love. You say your hands are cold? He’s pointing to the glovebox where you find gloves and hand warmers. Ears a little red? He reaches into a little bag in the backseat to get you earmuffs. He’s PREPARED. 

Shows up at your workplace on cold days with hot cocoa/coffee and a warm meal for you and a pack of hand warmers. He reminds you to stay warm and not spend too much time outside. He’d drop anything he’s doing (cult shit) to bring you anything you need to stay warm. 

Always tries to be home before you so he can turn on the heaters and warm up the house for you. If he can’t he asks the girls if they would for him so the house stays warm. Sometimes if he doesn’t get home before you, he’ll surprise you and the girls with warm food when he finally comes home. Honestly, his favorite thing is coming home to see his three loves cuddled up on the couch in their cozy clothes and blankets.

Nanami Kento

He’s so attentive, making sure you are bundled up before leaving the house. He even keeps an extra coat in his car just in case you leave the house without one. He’d hate to see you sick, though he’d take care of you if you were. 

Honestly, his hands and feet get pretty cold during the winter, but the rest of him is pretty warm. You’ll catch him subtly putting his hands under his arms to use his own body heat to warm his hands up. He says he keeps hand warmers for you but he is often using them himself. 

Tends to take you out to lunch during the work day more often during the cold season. Just to make sure you're keeping warm and eating properly. Though, he very much enjoys getting to take a break with you mid-day.

Because he tends to get a little warmer, he lets you hog the blankets at night, though he might sneak his arms in to hold you close. That alone is enough to keep you both happy and comfortable. He gets to stay cool and cuddle his favorite person and you get to be cozied up and still have your love holding you. Nights together are arguably the best, especially knowing he’ll be there when you wake. 

Unless he gets up early to make breakfast to surprise you. Then you wake up pouty and feeling over the cold spot on his side of the bed. When he returns there is a blanket lump that has migrated over to his side, cuddling up to his pillow. He has a tray of two plates and mugs for breakfast in bed. “Dear, it's time to wake up, I made some food for us. Would you like to watch our show this morning?”

Kamo Choso

He also runs a little cold but doesn’t really notice it. Whether it's because it doesn’t affect him or because he’s grown used to it is to be determined, but he never really has much of a reaction. Except when the wind blows. The cold breeze on snowy days makes him shiver and huddle closer to you. “Are you cold, love? Do you need my jacket?” Would offer you the clothes off his back if it didn't make him look like a nudist in the wild. 

He feels bad, but he thinks your reddened nose and visible breath is so cute. He knows you’re cold, so he tries to huddle close and keep you warm. A little pout will grace his lips if you mention the cold. “Should we go home? I don’t want you getting too cold?”

Your first winter together, he quickly learns that his favorite thing is getting to stay in and do cold weather things. You made the cocoa while he laid out blankets and pillows on the couch for you. At one point you even made a blanket fort and used your laptop to watch classic Christmas movies. Some that you wanted and a few that Yuji suggested to Choso. His favorites were The Nightmare Before Christmas, A Christmas Carol, and The Polar Express. Now, he sings the hot chocolate song whenever you make it, mumbling under his breath.

These are a bit shorter because I didn't wanna be repetitive.

[shadowsingercassia]

Tree Disaster

Azrielxreader

Summary: decorating a Christmas tree but everyone is a little drunk

Words: 600 (give or take)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use but otherwise none!

a/n: Happy holidays and merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates! Consider this as my gift to you ❤️

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You were all gathered at Rhysand's house, decorating the space. Truly, every home looked better with a Christmas tree and decorations. But tonight, the bat boys and you were a little drunk.

Cassian swayed as he tried to stand but ended up plopping onto the couch. Rhys was supporting himself by his elbows on the rug, his head tipped back as laughter tumbled out of his lips. Azriel was the least drunk, watching the scene unfold and trying not to chuckle at all of them.

The most progress with the tree was five ornaments and Cassian complaining that he couldn't decorate two trees. Azriel didn't tell him that he was just seeing double.

A ridiculous yet equally adorable sight to see was you. He had never seen you drunk, but Cauldron, you still managed to look so radiant, even when you were reaching up to place an ornament on one of the branches, almost taking the whole tree down while stumbling.

Azriel couldn't contain his laugh any longer, the sound of it filling the room. With a few strides, he crossed the room and placed his hands on your waist before they trailed down to cup your hips, and lift you from the ground.

A yelp escaped your lips even if he had barely lifted you an inch, but now atleast you could reach the branch that you were previously struggling with. Your fingers fumbled with it, but you wouldn't let it go.

"Perhaps you should decorate tomorrow, when you won't be so unsteady," he whispered in your ear, leaning in. His hot breath hit your ear in a way that had heat spreading through your body, a flush blossoming in your cheeks.

"But I want to put the star on the top," you whined and your lips formed a pout. Adorable, Azriel thought to himself.

He then placed you on the ground and dropped to one knee behind you. Gently, he lifted you and placed you on his shoulders. After he secured you, he raised himself from the ground.

He heard your gasp as you braced your palms on the ceiling so you wouldn't hit your head. Now, you could reach the top of the tree with ease - as well as the ceiling - since Azriel was quite tall.

Cassian stumbled to give Azriel the plastic star, almost knocking him - and you - down but his shadows thankfully held you both in place. Azriel then passed the star to you.

You leaned towards the tree, and Azriel's fingers dug into your thighs to support you. Grabbing the top branch, you slipped the star on, and then

Cassian was placing an ornament on a lower branch but knocked into Azriel again, and this time he fell sideways.

Immediately, he reacted and lowered you from where you were placed on his shoulders, instead wrapping his arms around you and twisting you both around so that he would take the impact.

His back slammed against the floor, the boards creaking. Azriel swore he could have punched Cassian if anything had happened to you. But thankfully you were safe and sound in his arms.

Rhysand started laughing, Cassian stumbling to grab to somewhere and latching onto the tree.

"Cassian, don't," Azriel warned him but it was too late.

The tree fell and Azriel's shadows wrapped around you so that the tree wouldn't hit you and Azriel was still holding you tightly, refusing to let go. When his shadows dropped, he allowed himself to loosen his grip to look at your face, his hand caressing your cheek.

Azriel could sit there for hours and admire you. The way your eyes sparkled, the way your lips formed the prettiest smile.

He was utterly in love.

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[lightseoul]

a/n. it's been ages since i wrote for akaashi, which is a crime because he's the literal loml. i should write for him more. anyway, here's another subtle act of love drabble <3 (0.7k)

warnings. a brief mention of akaashi's timeskip job.

your shoulders are heavy when you lift up your arm to insert your copy of the house key into the keyhole, both from the literal weight of your work bag and the heaviness of a long day. you did not expect to work overtime today, especially since it's a friday—the nights of which being one of the few times you have all to yourself and your husband—since he started on that new, up-and-coming project at his manga company.

you fight the urge to cry in frustration when the lock refuses to budge, mind drifting to how you really ought to do something about it. but with another try, it finally gives, and you ungracefully push through the door as quietly as you can, mindful of not waking your other half who's most likely asleep by now.

what you expected to greet you at 9:47 PM tonight was the dim lighting of your foyer juxtaposing the darkness of the rest of the house. akaashi was always the one who turned that specific light on, having integrated it into his night-time routine while yours mainly consisted of your beauty regimens.

however, as you quickly scan the room, it registers that that's very much not the case, what with most of the lights being on, and you're about to conclude that maybe he was just too tired and knocked out preemptively, when something stirs on top of your couch, and up rises and emerges a half-asleep akaashi.

he tosses you a tired smile, adjusting his black-framed glasses. "welcome home, love."

"wha—" you start, dropping the gazillion things you brought to work on the slim table by the shoe rack. "why're you awa—i mean, i-i'm home, keiji."

his smile only deepens as you frown at him in confusion. "what're you doing up, dummy?"

"wanted to wait for you," he says so simply, like it's a no-brainer, before giving you a once-over. "you look beautiful, sunshine."

at that, you snort, but you feel yourself flame at the compliment nevertheless. "thanks, but i saw myself in the mirror before leaving work."

you pause, padding towards your husband, rounding the couch before plopping next to his right. you take in your akaashi keiji, in all his sleepy glory, already in his matching set of red plaid pajamas, exposing his enthusiasm for the holidays. the man, who used to shrink under your gaze in shyness, now only bolsters in confidence as you drink him in, the smile from earlier still playing at his lips.

you try to ignore the butterflies that spring in your gut at the sight of him, proceeding to further prove your point. "my hair's a mess and i'm pretty sure my mascara gave me a tiny black eye crust that i keep on forgetting to remove."

"yeah?" he retorts without missing a beat. reaching out, he takes your hand in his, placing it by his thigh. "doesn't seem that way to me, though."

you look down at your intertwined hands, his over yours, caressing the flesh. "love has made you blind, then."

"i disagree," akaashi quips as quickly as ever, unfazed. "love has made me sharper, even sharp enough to stay awake so that i can greet you home."

at the reminder of his latest stint, you frown. "you didn't have to wait up for me, keiji. you need the rest."

the man merely shrugs, not stopping his ministrations on your hand. "i can sleep in tomorrow. just wanted to see you, is all."

neither of you says anything for a moment, opting to bask in the comfortable quiet and each other's presence instead of filling the air.

"thank you," you eventually say after a few minutes, locking eyes with your husband. "for this. i really wanted to see you, too."

akaashi merely beams at you. "it's my pleasure, love."

and he doesn't expound, but it really is. you don't know it yet, but akaashi's been meaning to tell you this one embarrassing thing.

that getting to tell you 'welcome home' at the end of the day makes him so incredibly happy that he's willing to lose sleep over it time and time again.

because what truly is better than being the husband you come home to?

˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!

[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Story Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Fourteen: Tinted

It's 8 PM when you arrive at the bar. You hear the voices of Hange and Eren, who are presumably drunk already and singing a song together. Mikasa was a few feet away from them, shaking her head. Erwin was busy typing away on his phone next to Hange. You spot the rest of the crew - Sasha, Connie, Jean, Petra and Armin who were chatting away in a heated debate.

You walk in front of Levi, careful not to let your feelings be shown. You've been eyeing him ever since you got in the car - the fringe of his jet black hair covering part of his face. His shoulders filled out the top he was wearing perfectly along with his biceps. Your gaze then went to his large hands, which are veiny and calloused. 

"You guys made it!" Hange broke away from Eren to hug you. "You're late, me and Eren are already tipsy!"

"Looks like we made it here right on time." Levi's voice spoke behind you. "Four eyes please behave yourself. We don't need an incident like last years holiday party." 

"What was this incident?" You whip your head around to Hange.

"Well... I may more may not have spilled wine on some very important people... and I may or may not have spilled some on their white carpet." 

"Red or white..."

"Red." Hange winced. "BUT we're at a bar this time! There's no rugs!"

Levi put his hands in his pockets as he walked up to the bar, ordering a round of drinks for everyone. You watched his stature as he leaned against the countertop - your mind wandering.

"I see why Levi says you have a staring problem." Erwin chuckled as he took a sip of his beer. "You sure this is just a simple arrangement?"

"I-Yes. Yes it is." You turn away from where your gaze previously was. "What about you? Do you have anyone special?

"Not as of now." Erwin sat on a barstool. "It's hard when people like Levi and myself are so busy. Personal relationships aren't easy to come by."

"I get that." You nod as Levi hands you a glass of white wine. You nod to say thank you as he tells the rest of the crew that the drinks are ready. "Any woman would be so lucky to have you, Erwin. I hope you know that." 

"That means a lot." His index finger taps the side of the beer bottle. "Levi found a great woman so easily, hope it's that way for me."

"What?" You stare at him for a moment, raising your eyebrow.

"Nothing. I think Hange is calling me!" 

As the night goes on, everyone starts to get a bit looser. You move your hips to the beat of the music surrounded by your coworkers. The music is blaring through the speakers and you can barely hear anything that's going on. Your eyes search for Levi, when you find him he's sitting back on a barstool next to Erwin, but he's staring at you. His eyes are half-lidded and sultry as he sips his whiskey. You watch as the liquid coats his lips and you wish you could taste the liquor from his lips.

"Hey!" Jean pulled on your wrist gently. "Wanna dance?" 

Your heart started to beat faster from the anxiety of it all. You and Levi both agreed this is an arrangement, a simple transaction where you both get something good out of it.

Jean is cute.

Levi is not yours. If he wanted to dance with Petra, he could. You couldn't say anything about it. 

"Sure." You nod, taking Jean's hand. You wrap your arms around his neck loosely as you moved to the beat, your ass facing Levi. Jean's face is pressed against your cheek as he whispers, "You look stunning tonight." 

"Thank you." You smile, pulling away just a bit. "You don't look bad yourself."

Jean's hand wandered to the small of your back to pull you closer to him. Your stomach felt like it was doing flips. Falling from the top of the Empire State Building.

Connie and Sasha were dancing next to you, cracking jokes and being silly like always. "No Sasha! THIS is how you do the running man." 

"Connie, you look so stupid." Sasha shook her head and crossed her arms. You and Jean laughed, but all laughter stopped.

"Hey, boss!" Jean waved.

"It's still Mr. Ackerman outside of work." Levi's tone was flat. "I need her for a second, I just got an urgent message from a client and she has the answer in her notes."

"Okay!" Jean quickly let go of you. He smiled at you as you walked behind Levi to go outside to his car. You pull out your phone to scroll through the notes you have from the previous meeting. 

When you walk outside, it's raining. You watch the raindrops fall onto Levi's skin, falling over his lips. He opened the door for you to get in the car and went around to the drivers side.

"What did they ask? I have all my notes right here-"

"They didn't call me." Levi ran his fingers through the front of his hair. 

"So... why did you make me come out here?"

Levi was quiet for a moment, like he was searching for the right thing to say. 

"I guess I just wanted you away from Kirstein." 

"We were just dancing."

"He was touching you."

"You sort of have to touch when you dance with someone." 

"I didn't like it." 

"I'm not sure what to say." You bit down on your bottom lip. "I'm allowed to let someone else touch me. You said if I wanted to sleep with someone else-"

"I didn't say you're not allowed." Levi interrupted your sentence. "I said I didn't like it."

"Okay..." You raised your eyebrow and looked at his face. His expression was stern, his charcoal grey eyes the same color as the sky. The rain beat down on the car, the sound of the drops hitting the outer shell getting louder and louder.

"Is that all?" You reach your hand to the inner handle of your door. Levi grabs your wrist gently, pulling you closer to him. Your noses were almost touching with how close he pulled you. Your elbow reseted on the center console as you leaned toward him.

"Levi, we're in public." You analyze his face. He looks so beautiful in this light. His skin is a bit damp from the rain and pieces of his hair are stuck to his forehead.

"The car is tinted." He leaned into you just a bit more and let his lips ghost yours. You could feel the arousal in your core as the scent of his cologne filled your nostrils.

"We're in a car." You let out a shaky breath, wanting to attach your lips to his. Levi's hand caressed your cheek gently as you spoke. 

"I'm not blind." 

"Well you are crazy." 

Levi pushed the lever to pull the seat back, while simultaneously pulling you on top of his lap. Your thighs pressed against the top of his legs are he pulled you into a kiss. His fingers got lost in your hair as he pulled you roughly into him. He was being desperate and possessive and his kisses reflected that. His tongue slid into your mouth without warning, leaving you almost breathless. 

You felt his hard erection against your core as you kissed him. You leaned down to press your chest onto his and straddled his lap, letting your skirt pool at your hips. 

"Were you jealous, Mr. Ackerman?" You tilted your head to the side, kissing his neck gently as you spoke. His skin felt hot as your lips danced around the area.

"No." He said sternly. 

"Mhm." You mumble against his skin, giving the spot a small bite. A moan left Levi's lips as you began to kiss, bite, and suck. His hands trailed from your shoulders down to your ass, giving it a loud slap. You giggle as his hand leaves your ass cheek. 

"You like that, don't you?" 

You are feeling particularly bold from the alcohol. You sit up and grab Levi's hand, bringing it under your skirt to the front of your underwear - which was soaked. His fingertips grazed the moist fabric. "Do you think I do?" 

Levi bit his bottom lip and slipped two fingers past your underwear to your throbbing pussy. Your legs tighten around his waist as he thrusts his digits in and out of you, curling them as he goes. His thumb softly rubs your clit, automatically getting a reaction from you. 

"You're such a brat, you know that?" His lips attached to your ear, nibbling on the lobe. 

"I've been told." You throw your head back as his fingers move at a quicker pace. He felt your gummy walls pulsate around his digits as he bit your shoulder.

"What am I gonna do about that mouth of yours? You should be punished." Levi stopped moving for a moment, letting you come to the realization that he stopped.

"Levi." You whine.

"You can't come until I say so." 

"You're the worst." Levi's fingers enter you again and it takes everything in you not to come. His thumb rubs soft circles on your clit which only add to the overstimulation. "Levi, baby please-" You moan. "Please let me come." 

His fingers thrusted in and out of you faster, the entire length of his fingers disappearing inside of you. When he curled his fingers the last time, you almost lost it. 

"This isn't- this isn't fair." Your breathing gets shaky. "Can I come, please." The outer rim of your vision turns white.

"Yes." Levi said and you let everything go. He kept finger-fucking you through your orgasm, letting you ride out the euphoria. Warm liquid dripped down to his fingers. "I bet you didn't even know you could do that." He kissed you as he rubbed your clit, coating it with a mix of your arousal and liquid.

Once you came back to earth, your hands messed with his belt, quickly pulling his pants down. His hard cock slapped his stomach as it was freed.

"I don't have a condom." He said almost painfully.

"We're past that, Levi." You position yourself on top of him, the tip of his cock grazing your slit. His hands were planted on your thick thighs, squeezing them gently. The way he looked up at you was like he's seen an angel. You slowly bring your body down on top of his cock, your pussy stretching from his side.

"Fuck." He moaned, guiding your hips up and down his cock. "You're so wet, but so tight for me." 

You bounced your ass on top of him, letting your chest press against his. You put your arm back to grab his dick from behind, slowly guiding it into your pussy. His eyes are almost glued shut as you engulf his length. He moans your name while thrusting into you as you ride him. 

Your hands are on his shoulders as you grind your hips to his, listening to the squelching sounds of Levi's cock entering you. 

"You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you forever." Levi moaned your name. "I'm gonna come. Are you close, princess?"

You nod as you close your eyes and let the euphoria take over. Levi's nails dig into your plush ass as his thrusts become more messy, signaling that he's about to come.

Your walls pulsate around his cock and you moan his name loudly. "Levi," 

That was it for Levi. He pressed his entire length into you as he bottomed out, filling your insides with his cum. He groaned as he released, kissing your shoulder gently. You begin to breath heavily as you look out the window, only to see steam from the temperature of both your bodies.

Levi took a deep breath as he pulled his underwear and pants back on, helping you with your skirt. He gazed into your eyes as your heart rate came down. His index finger moved a stray hair behind your ear. Your face is red, your skin. is bruised, and your hair probably looks nothing like it did when you went in. You turn around while still on Levi's lap to look at yourself in the rearview mirror.

"Let me not look like I just had my insides rearranged." You ran your fingers through your hair while fanning your face.

"You look beautiful." Levi's lips kissed your cheek as his hands wandered down your waist to your thighs, gripping them tightly.

This is not just an arrangement, is it? 

[creepa-b0t-inc]

❄️ 😇 ❄️

Made a Holiday House secret boss because FUCK

In case it's not clear, this is Eve. In the light world, it's an old photograph of Dess Holiday. In the dark world, it's a cryptid that lurks around, wandering with no purpose. Only a wish, a desire, to be found.

Which is also probably just a fancy way of saying "I don't know what to do with this character"

Honeur Able is fucking terrified of this thing because of how it looks like Dess, but REALLY isn't

[pixelfoodie]

Papa a la huancaína (literally, Huancayo style potatoes) is a Peruvian appetizer of boiled yellow potatoes (similar to the Yukon Gold potatoes) in a spicy, creamy sauce called huancaína sauce. Although the dish's name is derived from Huancayo, a city in the Peruvian highlands, this dish is from Lima. It has become a staple of everyday and holiday cuisine throughout the country. It is typically served cold as a starter over lettuce leaves and garnished with black olives, white corn kernels and hard-boiled egg quarters. The sauce is made of queso fresco (fresh white cheese), vegetable oil, ají amarillo (yellow Peruvian pepper), evaporated milk and salt mixed in a blender. Some recipes call for garlic, onion and crushed saltines. This sauce is also used in many other Peruvian dishes.

src.: Lourdes Castro (26 April 2011). Latin Grilling: Recipes to Share, from Argentine Asado to Yucatecan Barbecue and More. Random House Digital, Inc. p. 324. ISBN 978-1-60774-004-9, Lois Sinaiko Webb (December 1995). Holidays of the world cookbook for students. ABC-CLIO. p. 232. ISBN 978-0-89774-884-1, Wikipedia

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don’t forget to do your daily clicks! in addition to palestinian support and relief, there are so many other causes that arab.org has to support. i know esp as a minor without a solid banking situation that it can be easy to feel helpless when you can’t donate, but this is something meaningful without having to pay money that truly makes a difference!

[dustedmagazine]

Tsunami — Loud Is As (Numero Group)

Tsunami rolled over the 1990s like the natural phenomenon it was named for, swamping conventions about what punk should sound like, who should make it, how it should be delivered to its audience and what subjects it should tackle. Coming out of a DC hardcore scene defined by an angular, aggressive hyper male sound, Tsunami was half-female, dauntingly intelligent, haunted by melody and smothered in fuzz.  A new box set from Numero documents the band’s eight year run, including three full albums, 11 singles and some unreleased four-track demos. An exhaustively researched history by Joe Gross comes illustrated with contemporary photography, concert flyers, backstage passes and album art. Four pre-eminent female music critics—Jen Pelly, Evelyn McDonnell, Gina Arnold and Ann Powers—offer personal reflections on individual Tsunami albums.  It is a gloriously complete retrospective. If you’re not cherry picking favorites and reliving memories from the first time around, expect to be overwhelmed. It will require some time to get a handle on this.

It began in Arlington, Virginia, at a punk house called Positive Force, where Jenny Toomey and John Pamer first met in 1990, and shortly after that, encountered Kristin Thompson. Toomey’s college band, Geek, was winding down, and she had started her own label, Simple Machines. A last hurrah, summer tour for Geek, supporting Superchunk and Seaweed, threw her into contact with Andrew Webster, soon to be Tsunami’s bass player. The band came together after their return. Toomey and Thompson played guitar, with Toomey singing, and Pamer sat in on drums.  

Things moved quickly after that. A nine-song cassette called Cow’s Arcade came out early in 1991, followed by the Headringer 7” later in the spring. In August of that year, Tsunami toured with Velocity Girl and played at the International Pop Underground Convention in Olympia, Washington, alongside Beat Happening, Bikini Kill and Fugazi, still less than a year into their run as a band. It was about this time that they wrote and recorded “Genius of Crack,” still one of Tsunami’s best known tunes and a wonderfully noisy but languid meditation on alienation. “We're so slack, we come off like geniuses on crack,” Toomey belts against a beautiful roar of feedback-addled guitar tone.

A spate of singles and compilation tracks took Tsunami through 1992, and in 1993, the first LP, Deep End appeared. That full-length takes up the entirety of LP 1 in this five-album set. Side one ends with the furious drone and churn of “460,” whose explosive energy and shimmering textures cross the Replacements with, oh, I don’t know, Bailter Space. That same year, 1993, Tsunami toured with Superchunk, opened for PJ Harvey once or twice, and got invited to play at the Primus/Alice in Chains/Dinosaur Jr. headed Lollapalooza.

Heart’s Tremolo, in 1994, interspersed lyrical intervals with blaring guitar mayhem, very much in the loud-quiet way of the mid-1990s. Songs like “Fast Food Medicine” simmer disconsolately before they flare to life, and the song “Fits and Starts” begins its brief life as a folk song, full of squeaky string slides and earnest poetry. “Quietnova” is the album’s opener and a statement of purpose; the most dangerous stuff isn’t always the loudest.

The third LP encompasses the 1995 singles/B-sides/compilation tracks compendium World Tour and Other Destinations. It includes another version of “Genius of Crack,” the wonderfully noisy “Kickball Babe,” Tsunami’s surprisingly sensitive (and only holiday offering) “Could Have Been Christmas” and their full-throated Minutemen cover “Courage,” among others. A Brilliant Mistake, from 1997, expands the instrumentation further, with jazz-leaning bass and Luther “Trip” Grey’s intricate and unhinged drumming (check out the opening to “David Foster Wallace”).

This review, of course, can’t describe any more than a fraction of what Tsunami puts on offer here. The set includes 62 songs, more than three and a half hours of music, in-depth history and analysis and loads of imagery. Tsunami may have roared into the culture like a tidal wave—and retreated almost as quickly — but this expansive box set reminds us (or perhaps informs us in the first place) of what made them special.  

Jennifer Kelly

[microscotch]

Girllll I've been spending my holidays with rereading Nobody's Home and I just wanted to ask, are Circe and Loki divorced? If so, what made you divorce them?

YUP the story is set post psp, and part of my backstory for the beakers is them getting a divorce!

so when looking at their relationship i tried to take everything into consideration that the pc and psp game gave to us. let me put a below the cut though so not everyone has to be witness to me inflicting the makings of chronic joint pain on myself:

we know poor nervous died at one point. the implications from both games about how he came to be their test subject are quite conflicting, but i went with emily and annies claims that he signed up to be their test subject for money, as it, from my perspective, tied better into explaining their current situation and provided more detail in general as opposed to maxis' sloppy memory distribution.

with their first subject, the beakers could to some extent rest on the risk a job like this entails and neatly detail it in the contract they had nervous sign to avoid charges as much as possible. in addition to that, they were able to throw a lot of money at preventing the sensationalization of it, but it did come at a cost: 1) selling the castle to make up for it and 2) circe losing her license and the hospital ceasing any affiliation with her. cut to the sad little paradise place house and circe only being hinted at doing 'business' by that time:

left with a less extensive financial repertoire, loki is eager to do whatever it may take to get his precious castle back, and, once he invented something he believed to be a future gold mine, secured some secret patents that will net him millions (quote: circe). with loki, by her assumption, not being willing to share the profits with her, it makes sense for circe to be uneasy and distrustful about this, as the two are already on less safe ground, both in regards to finances and the law, and now he wants to keep all the money he'll be making to himself? her secret about harbouring some underlying resentment for loki's independence and distinction is also pretty convenient here and can be used as an implication that she wasn't as lucky as her husband, particularly regarding him not facing repercussions the same way she did. circe, on the other hand, is having an affair. while that was a product of mind control and not her fault, neither she or loki know that. all that is being revealed to loki is his wife cheating on him. this is where they're left at. depending on the string of dialogue, loki will say that if anyone moves out, it will be his wife, cause it's his house.

after thinking about it, circe would most likely move out immediately. after all of that happening inc. circes slap interaction loop, i can't see either of them comfortable spending even one more night at the same house together. while it is revealed at the end of the game that newlow was mindcontrolling the citizens, we don't know when and how fast these news will actively be passed along, what investigations are being led, etc. - point being, the trifecta of the beakers still being in each others presence, these news reaching them by that time and drawing the correct conclusions from it is the best case scenario but, after the considerations given above, not the most likely one. especially because there's an urgent issue that would capture their attention almost immediately after the game storyline is over: gimi branko. unlike nervous where they could rely on a contract, they literally kidnapped this guy and kept him locked up against his will, and someone had to save him aka he can press charges and tell everything in great detail, with a witness to top it off. they don't have the financial resources to buy themselves out of that anymore (loki's patents aside, but as of now he hasn't seen a cent of that and sure wouldn't consider his wife given recent events), the charges are more dire AND they're at odds with each other.

so i totally had them rat each other out, both hoping to get the lower charge by placing as much blame on the other person as possible. even if gimi being gone were the very first thing they noticed after being at each other's throat, judging by the way they already talked about each other before both their suspicions turned out to be true, there's way too much mutual distrust that built up over a long period of time for them to suck it up for the occasion and not prioritizing their own asses. and thats the end of the evil couple.

[cafenostalgique]

My ultimate film watchlist (2000s)

1930s-1940s | 1950s | 1960s-1970s | 1980s | 1990s | 2010s

Welcome to part 6 of my ultimate film watchlist. This list will consist of a lot of my favorites from childhood that I want to rewatch, as well as movies that I was much too young to watch at the time. Sometimes that didn't stop my mom from letting me sit in the living room with her while she watched them. I usually played or did my homework during these times, and was told to look away if she knew an innapropriate part of a movie was coming up. I was just happy to be with her.

Enjoy this list, and as always, please let me know if I'm missing any major film and I will gladly add it to the list!

watched | loved | wouldn’t watch again | holiday

2000

102 Dalmatians

Almost Famous

American Psycho (made me laugh tbh)

Battle Royale

Best in Show

Billy Elliot

Bring It On

Chicken Run

Coyote Ugly

Emperor's New Groove

Erin Brockovich

Gladiator

Memento

Remember the Titans

Requiem for a Dream

Scary Movie

Scream 3

The Road to El Dorado

The Tigger Movie

Unbreakable

2001

Amélie

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Donnie Darko

Drudget Jone's Diary

Get Over It

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (I wish I was joking, I haven't watch a sing HP movie)

Jeepers Creepers

Legally Blonde

Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (also wish I was joking here omg)

Monsters, Inc

Moulin Rouge

Recess: School's Out

Shrek

Spirited Away

Spy Kids

Tart

The Fast and the Furious

The Princess Diaries

Zoolander

2002

28 Days Later

40 Days and 40 Nights

Adaptation

Bend It Like Beckham

Better Luck Tomorrow

Carrie

Get A Clue

Ice Age

Lilo & Stitch

Minoirity Report

My Big Fat Greek Wedding

The Ring

The Santa Clause 2

Treasure Planet

Whale Rider

2003

Bad Santa

Brother Bear

Calendar Girls

ELF

Finding Nemo

Freaky Friday

Holes

House of 1000 Corpses (love Rob Zombie <3)

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

Kill Bill: Vol. 1

Lost in Translation

Love Actually

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl

Scary Movie 3

Something's Gotta Give

The Haunted Mansion

The Lizzie McGuire Movie

The School of Rock

Thirteen

Uptown Girls

2004

13 Going on 30 (it's good if you can view it in context of the time, otherwise extremely hard to watch a grown woman hang out with 13 year olds and hit on a teenage boy)

America's Heart and Soul

Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy

Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen

Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Garden State

Home on the Range

Kill Bill: Vol. 2

Mean Girls

Million Dollar Baby

Napoleon Dynamite

National Treasure

Sacred Planet

Saw

Shaun of the Dead

Shrek 2

Sideways

Sleepover

The Incredibles

The Notebook

The Phantom of the Opera

The Village

2005

Brokeback Mountain

Broken Flowers

Chicken Little

Corpse Bride

Herbie: Fully Loaded

House of Wax

Howl's Moving Castle

Ice Princess (tried ice skating because of this movie at 6. I fell, cried, and never did it again)

Madagascar

Mr. & Mrs.

Odd Girl Out

Robots

Saw II

Sin City

Sky High

The 40-Year-Old Virgin

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

The Descent

The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants

Walk the Line

Wedding Crashers

2006

300

Borat

Cars

Children of Men

Flushed Away

Happy Feet

High School Musical

Ice Age: The Meltdown

Idiocracy

Just My Luck

Kinky Boots

Little Miss Sunshine

Monster House

Over the Hedge

Pan's Labyrinth

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

Saw III

Scary Movie 4

Silent Hill

Stay Alive

Step Up

The Devil Wears Prada

The Hills Have Eyes

The Host

The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause

V for Vendetta

2007

30 Days of Night

Becoming Jane

Bee Movie (I'm sure you've also watched)

Bridge to Terabithia

Enchanted

High School Musical 2

Meet the Robinsons

National Treasure: Book of Secrets

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

Ratatouille

Shrek the Halls (don't sleep on this)

Shrek the Third

Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Trick R' Treat

2008

Beverely Hills Chihuahua

Bolt

Hannah Montana and Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert (specifically want to watch with my future daughter)

High School Musical 3: Senior Year

Horton Hears a Who

Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa

Repo! The Genetic Opera

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

Twilight

WALL-E

2009

A Christmas Carol

Antichrist

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

G-Force

Hannah Montana: The Movie

Jennifer's Body

Monsters Vs. Aliens

Old Dogs

Planet 51

Ponyo

Race to Witch Mountain

The Lovely Bones

The Princess and the Frog

The Proposal

The Twilight Saga: New Moon

Up

[crowwolf]

Glen McCready was making a Zelvor Playlist on Twitter

...my first thought? Riders in the Storm by The Doors (d'uh lol)

Lyrics:

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house, we're born

Into this world, we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If you give this man a ride

Sweet family will die

Killer on the road, yeah

Girl, you gotta love your man

Girl, you gotta love your man

Take him by the hand

Make him understand

The world on you depends

Our life will never end

Gotta love your man, yeah

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house, we're born

Into this world, we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: James Morrison / John Densmore / Ray Manzarek / Robby Krieger

Riders on the Storm lyrics © Sentric Music, TuneCore Inc., Wixen Music Publishing

[lboogie1906]

Ambassador J. Steven Rhodes (September 29, 1951) Ambassador to Zimbabwe, was born in New Orleans. After graduating from high school he attended Loyola Marymount University where he was a member of the Hall of Fame football team.

He graduated from LMU with a BS. He was employed at Dart Industries in Los Angeles. Between 1973 and 1976 he worked in the company’s wage and salary division and from 1976 to 1981 he was the corporation’s Director of Government Affairs. While employed at Dart, he continued his education at Pepperdine University and earned an MS.

He entered public service as a presidential appointee. On April 10, 1981, he was appointed by President Ronald Reagan to serve in the White House Office of Intergovernmental Affairs as special assistant liaison to city and county officials. He served in this capacity from 1981 to 1983. He is credited among those who helped to persuade President Reagan to honor Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. with a national holiday. In 1983 he became the chief domestic policy advisor for Vice President George H.W. Bush. He served in that capacity until 1985.

In 1985 he relocated to New York City and returned to the private sector, this time as Vice President of the Public Finance Division of the investment firm, Smith Barney. He worked in this capacity until 1987 when the firm transferred him to California where he became the managing director of their Los Angeles public finance office.

On March 8, 1989, he was confirmed by the Senate and shortly afterward presented his credentials in Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe. He served as an ambassador for only 16 months. He abruptly resigned his post on August 6, 1990, citing personal and health reasons which he indicated impeded his ability to continue to serve as Ambassador to Zimbabwe.

He returned to the and since 1990 has held several high-level executive positions in the oil industry. He is Chairman and Chief Executive Officer at Claiborne Rhodes, Inc. located in Los Angeles. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[sarahlancashire]

random question time ✨ favourite movie? (or if you don't do favourites then a good movie you would recommend to someone) And if they were remaking it/never made it and you could recast/cast it, who would you chose? Would you change director/dp? Maybe change a soundtrack? (kinda build-a-bearmovie question I guess :)))

thank you! i'm really terrible at choosing favourites, i have like a collection of favourites for each oddly specific genre i like lmao (apart from rebecca which stands alone) so let's see:

favourite gothic daphne du maurier adaptation: rebecca (1940)

favourite lesbian angst films: daphne, losing chase, the night watch, the hours, the children's hour, ammonite

favourite lesbian non-angst films: g*po (the title is a slur 😒 also it is quite angsty but it's a rly good film with a happy ending about a girl who falls in love with pauline mclynn, which, same), late bloomers

favourite nineties romcoms: you've got mail, while you were sleeping

favourite eighties classics: overboard, romancing the stone, trading places

favourite musical films: hello, dolly!, the sound of music, white christmas

favourite period dramas: little women (2019), miss pettigrew lives for a day, mrs. harris goes to paris, their finest

other favourite dramas: the children act, the history boys, the lake house, military wives

other favourite comedies: about time, a bunch of amateurs, the best exotic marigold hotel, cold comfort farm, the first wives club, love actually, the holiday

animated favourites: beauty and the beast, monsters inc., the incredibles, kiki's delivery service, only yesterday, spirited away, the sword in the stone, treasure planet