#I WILL FINALLY SEE MY CHILDREN AGAIN!!!!! LETS GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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'kay?

ACE ATTORNEY INVESTIGATIONS DUO LOGY IS FINALLY GETTING LOCALIZED TIME FOR KAY POSTING!!!

[bengiyo]

She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat 2 Eps 17-20 (Finale)

Last week gave me everything I wanted and more. The whole squad went over to Yako's place for a curry party and everyone had a great time. Later, Nagumo got a diagnosis for her condition and got to have personal time with Yako. Kasuga and Nomoto continued to work on their communication and making sure they aren't trampling over each other. They're continuing to work on this move. Seriously, we had a curry party and a s'mores party last week. We planted strawberries together. Let's finish this.

Episode 17

Looking for housing is so stressful. I was wondering if we'd get into housing discrimination in this.

Red beans in Japan are different from what we eat here. Theirs carry a naturally sweet profile that doesn't mesh well with creole cooking.

I feel like those beans needed to boil longer, but that's me thinking in my home cooking terms.

Yes, ladies, tell each other how happy you are to see each other.

@furritsubs thank you for the note about Azuki beans.

I'm really enjoying the way they're handling this situation. The realtor wasn't trying to be homophobic, but the systems he was upholding with the landlord references reinforces the status of same sex households. I also like that they acknowledged how circumstances closet people in ways that hurt them. This is good payoff from the news bit we saw earlier in season with Kasuga.

Getting a tasty treat in before going back into the fray is so valid.

Kasuga being even more affectionate about Nomoto's food now that they're dating is exactly what I wanted.

Episode 18

Oh fuck yeah, let's continue to unpack how structural homophobia makes people scared to share something that should be a joyous occasion.

Amused that Yako is the primary person using Nomoto's given name.

Are we going to have a takoyaki party next??

COME THROUGH, YAKO!!! You gotta help your folks get through this bullshit, but never let them forget that it's bullshit!!

I am relieved that we checked in with Ms. Fujita about divorcing her husband at the same time as we're working through LGBT housing issues. Single divorced women likely also face huge challenges in housing when marriage is the goal we're being pushed into.

Wow, Sayama, you are in contention for the Yihwa Best Girl Award this year. You are an ally. Love the way she examined how what she said might have been hurtful.

Feeling like you somehow failed because you didn't get married in your 20s is so real. I sometimes struggle with this in my 30s.

This show uses its characters to illustrate its political points in a way that feels gentle and accessible, but also carries a sense of urgency. Women are facing extreme reproductive pressure right now, and it's clearly not making those who don't already want husbands and children happier. Hell, it's making them resentful to the point of divorce as they get older.

Hold on. Gotta cry a bit about Nomoto telling Kasuga that being told outright that hiding who they are upset her made her feel better got me.

Episode 19

Takoyaki Party let's goooooo!!!

A party where you cook together like this is always so much fun. We had fun with some friends' kids a few weeks ago teaching them how to make pancakes and letting them add their own toppings before, during, and after cooking.

Nagumo managed to enjoy a bite of food with them. Hold on. Crying again.

We've seen takoyaki a few times lately, and I am very impressed with this cooker.

Yako, tactful as always, is gonna check on Nagumo. I love her.

This is so important. Couple formation does affect the friends around them, and I'm really glad Yako let Nagumo voice that she supports her friends even as she knows she's going to miss the dynamic they've had. Yako is so right to point out that a change doesn't mean it's over, and their friendship will last if we all continue to reach out.

This realtor scene is so good. I like how politely she asked for them to disclose their relationship with the express purpose of securing ideal housing, and we're getting into how the financing of housing can affect people's privacy. She's also owning that landlords can discriminate against couples. I also appreciate that their meeting room was private.

I'm ready for the moving in party!

Episode 20

They got the house!!

A crab cream croquette party!!!

Wait, where's Nagumo? I wanted her to try a croquette too!

We are on the bed together. This is not a drill.

Yes, let's acknowledge that they have liked each other since season 1.

The intimacy question is on the floor!

They are finally hugging!

NOW KISS!!!

That was very sweet, and felt right for them. I'm glad they had that moment in the old place before they moved.

Cried because of Ms. Fujita and Nagumo possibly getting hired.

So glad Yako and Nagumo are still hanging out! That's really how some friends groups will be. Two people will just gel at a party and grow close.

Oh hell yeah we're at casual intimacy now.

I'm so excited to see where the TV goes next season!!

Oh my goodness Kasuga is wearing a lighter sweater!!!!!!

Final Verdict: 10, Go Watch This Immediately and Then Show it to a Friend. Seriously, do not make excuses for yourself. You owe it to yourself to watch this show. Between this, Ossan's Love Returns, and What Did You Eat Yesterday? coming back, we cannot stop supporting our shows about older people getting together and forming their own forms of family. This show built on the foundation of its first season and made every little detail feel so potent and impactful. I did not expect the pen pal to grow into a trusted confidant and core member of this friend group, nor was I expecting the women at the supermarket to help Kasuga as much as they did. This season was excellent, and will be joining WDYEY on my comfort watch rotation.

Big thanks to @furritsubs and friends for making this watch possible.

[carsonian]

August '23 SteveTony Fics Recap

Ayo, whassup YouTube. It's ya Boy. Cars to the O-N Ian. BACK at it again with the SteveTony fanfiction. You already KNOW what's about to go down. . .

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Your Mans wrote a total of SEX fanfics this month. Your Mans wrote a total of 36942 words. Haha 69.

That is pretty crazie! And telling of your Mans emotional state. Which is to say: get a life. And another hobby. Now BACK to the video.

Fanfics (in chronolgo chronsol ciacal chrongologic edit prev out @ editor chgrasonlogical order):

"I Can See Clearly Now The Blindfold's Gone" | 3,577 Words | M | 1 Aug

"Then, without further ado, I'd like to offer my sincere congratulations to the two of you for winning the all-expenses paid date." "What?" Steve straightens. "Pass." Tony says at the same moment. (A.K.A. Modern, No Powers AU where Steve and Tony go on everyone's favourite internet shitshow, "The Button".) For the prompt fill: blind date au

If I had to rate this fic I would SMASH THAT BUTTON !!!!!

"Just Wanna Feel Your Touch (When It's Cold)" | 1,339 words | M | 16 Aug

Steve's got a press conference to deal with but he's more worried about Tony's cold hands. Stony Bingo 2023 Round 2: "Rescue Me"

If I had to rate this fic I would rate it!

"'Cause It's You and Me (and All of the People)" | 8,945 words | T | 19 Ugh

Steve and Tony discover that they're soulmates in their senior year of high school. As they wrestle with this realisation and try to build out a genuine relationship in the backdrop of high school nonsense and college admissions stress, they're met with a ridiculous number of hurdles in the form of every friend in their circle recruiting them as "fake dates". (A.K.A. the high school soulmates AU where they keep getting pulled into fake dating schemes for other people, told in a chatlog / texting format) Stony Bingo 2023 Round 2: "WTF"

Just a day ago I had to go back and fix some GIFs that had disappeared. So if I had to rate this fic I wouldn't.

"We Just Keep Going" | 1,829 words | M | 23 Aug

A coda to "Here I Am & Here You Are" where Steve and Tony go and visit the Chip 'n Dale duo in New Orleans. (A.K.A. Established relationship, banter-y nonsense.)

The only fic that isn't trying to be a FOB lyric w/ the length of its title. So, this fic, if I had to rate it I would rate as oim just a nocch in yewr bedpowst. . . but yewr juust a loine in a sowng!!!!!!

"Must Admit I'm Out of Bright" | 2,606 words | T | 25 Aug

Steve's got a handful of bullets in his abdomen and Stark's looking at him all funny. Stony Bingo 2023 Round 2: "Pain"

If I had to rate this fic I wouldn't but I would desecRATE it and if I had to desecrate it I would desecrate it w/

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"The Remarkable People Initiative & The Zugzwang Dilemma" | Chapters 8 & 9 (aka the FINAL CHAPTERS. Yes this fic is DONE! FINALLY!)

Chapter 8: "Pawn to Queen, Promotion Forseen" | 5,594 words | E | 9 Aug

Chapter 9: "Rematch?" | 13,052 words (don't @ me I tried to plan this shit out and it did not WORK. planning is a SHAM. or maybe I am. either way. don't @ me!!!) | E | 31 Aug

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark first met as promising candidates of The Remarkable People Initiative when they were children. Twenty-four years later, Tony shows up at Steve's doorstep. (The Mysterious Benedict Society AU.)

If I had to rate this fic I would uhhh ok come on. Someone else make the bad joke this time. I can't carry this whole goddamn video.

& that's all we have for you today! Tune in next month to hear all about the myriad situations I put our favourite boiz in! There will be many situations and many ships. Perhaps even a situationship 👀 NO SPOILERS! This is, after all, an MCU ship 😜

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Something Worse Than A Spider, A Child.

The sequel to OH MY GODS THEY WERE ROOMMATES?! also posted on AO3. It’s been like two years but here we goooooo!

TWs: Fear of death, Spiders. 3.8 Words

Wilbur is having an absolute *field day*. He tripped and dropped a whole bundle of firewood, got stuck in a spiderweb and nearly eaten, oh and then he was also captured by a human. IT WAS FANTASTIC! Then he met his soulmate who APPARENTLY defies the laws of the universe because rules are meant to be broken I guess!

Soulmates; for some they’re lovers, for some they’re best friends. Either way they are meant to be inseparable pairs. Everyone’s got one; that one person with whom you’re supposed to spend your life with. They’re tied together with a metaphorical string, fate pulling them closer and closer together until the day they finally meet. Both bear matching marks on their wrists and have the ability to message each other by writing on their arm.

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Wilbur considered himself a very skilled borrower, a very well-educated borrower. With this information you may be wondering, how exactly did he find himself trapped in the sticky web of a garden spider? It’s a very short story. Unfortunately, this house was not the most ideal for a borrower, but it was his home, and moving was a lot of work. The biggest flaw was that it had children. 

A very loud, rambunctious teenager with an unfortunate fascination with bugs, insects, and mud. Meaning it spent most of its time running around the yard. The yard that Wilbur had to traverse during his day-to-day life.

Now how does this tie in (ha, tie) to him getting stuck in a spider’s web? Unfortunately, the child had just gotten home, yelling at the top of its lungs of course, about its latest school project. Involving insects. And usually said child did all its bug hunting in the backyard. So he knew he had to hurry if he wanted to make it home alive.

But hurrying when you’re in the process of carrying a stack of firewood in your arms usually tends to cause accidents, which is exactly what happened. The brunet borrower couldn’t see where he was going over the pile of sticks in his arms, and ended up tripping over a few rocks and was sent stumbling right into the sticky webbing strapped to the tall gnarled roots of the oak tree in the backyard. Wilbur had been trying very hard to avoid the webs whenever he went outside, knowing the orb weaver it belonged to was not one to be crossed. It wasn’t a particularly massive spider, not bigger than him, not like ones he’d heard stories of. But it was much bigger than any ants or bees he’d seen in the garden. And he knew how bad their venomous bites were.

His little brother had had a run-in with it once, before they’d gotten separated. It had left him unable to move for a few days, and the nausea and fever that followed was awful. Wilbur had tended to him the entire time, and thankfully Tubbo had recovered.

The tall borrower wondered where he was these days, and prayed to Prime that he was safe. Though currently, he was praying for his own safety. Death by an orb weaver was not swift and painless. He’d be paralysed by its painful bite, and then wrapped up in the silky webbing to be eaten later… just like the moth he’d seen tied up in its web the week prior.

‘Oh here it comes now.’ he thought fatalistically as the webbing vibrated, and the bright yellow marked spider started climbing down the large web, its beady eyes trained on the brunet. Wilbur stared up at it with a frown, trying not to let his fear show. It wasn’t like he wanted to die. Quite the opposite. He was actually absolutely terrified, but struggling didn’t work. He’d tried at least a dozen times. The borrower looked down at his chest, glaring down at his ugly yellow sweater before closing his eyes, waiting for paralysis to take him. 

Damn. He didn’t even get to say goodbye to his soulmate… 

He opened his eyes again and stared down at his arm, his trench coat sleeve covering the pictogram on his wrist. It was a picture of a music note, a sword down the centre of the treble clef. Wilbur sighed sadly and looked up at his impending doom with a fierce glare.

“I hope you get indigestion, you yellow menace.” he spat as venomously as the orb weaver’s own poison. The spider hissed in response, pinching its venomous pincers. So apparently, spiders can speak English. Cool. Unless this spider was secretly his soulmate. But Wilbur sincerely doubted that. Never in a million years had he heard of cross-species soulmates. The idea was just absurd.

“Oh go shove a moth in it won’t you? We both know you’d never beat me in a fair fight.” Wilbur snarled out, glaring into the spider’s beady eyes. 

Suddenly he felt the web vibrating more, continuously, but the garden spider wasn’t moving. The orb weaver seemed to pause, going still. If spiders were intelligent, he’d say he could see the gears turning in its head.

“What? Calling your mate are you? Am I a lunch date for the two of you or something??”

Then the spider ran away.

“...Uh… okay… bye then?” 

Anxiety pooled in his stomach as the webbing vibrated more and more, but it wasn’t a spider. The ugly yellow bastard was already scuttling off into the tall grass. Wilbur could feel the tremors travel from the ground to the webbing, he could see the ground shaking. Thunder roared under the earth as something big stomped closer and closer, and before he knew it, he found himself engulfed in an impossibly massive shadow, a pair of giant shoes planted centimetres in front of him. Well, bigger spider could definitely be crossed off the list!

“Where’s that yellow spider… I know it’s around here. It’d be perfect!” a loud voice rumbled overhead, and the brunet hesitantly looked up, and up, worried that his greatest fears were about to smack him right in the face.

And he was proven right as he saw the creature casting the shadow, was none other than that giant blond menace of a human, standing over him, a glass jar in hand. It wasn’t looking at him… yet, instead scanning the tree branches for… the spider apparently. You know what? Wilbur was fine with this. The death traps could deal with each other. The human would probably win but at least it’d be putting the orb weaver out of his misery.

The borrower squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a small startled gasp as the blond suddenly stepped over him obliviously, still looking around the tree for the bright yellow spider. While that was scary… he wasn’t dead! Wilbur slowly reopened his eyes, shuddering as he felt the tremors still. Now was his chance to get free while the giant was distracted and the spider was elsewhere!

Wilbur focused on one arm to start, trying to rip his right arm free from the sticky silk. Then once he got it free, he could pull his knife out of his bag and-

“Woah… what’re you supposed to be?” a voice cut through his thoughts, and the borrower felt his heart skip a beat. Looking down, the shadow had changed. Slowly he looked up, and up, and met the gaze of the massive human. It was tall and lanky, taller than most humans he’d seen in his lifetime, yet had a child-likeness to its face. Massive icy blue orbs bore into his own, and Wilbur felt a shiver travel down his spine, only one word going through his head.

Fuck.

“Well? You can talk, can’t you little man?” the human crouched down in front of him, and the brunet gave it the most venomous glare he could muster despite the fact that he was trembling. The borrower rules, AKA his way of life, said under no circumstances should you talk to a human. It usually ended in getting dissected or something painful like that. But also, fuck the rules, this kid just had such an insultable face. 

“So what if I can? What's it to you, big man?” he spat mockingly.

“Well, truth be told, you’re pretty unusual, and I just happen to be looking for something unique. You’re far more interesting than some garden spider that’s for sure.” the borrower tensed, trying not to show his nervousness as anxiety flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

“I wouldn’t call myself particularly interesting actually. I’m a bit tied up right now, physically and metaphorically. So how about you help me out and we can just forget we ever met, yeah?” Wilbur tried, starting to sweat a bit.

“Hmmmmmm, nah,” the human gave him a toothy grin. “It’s not every day you find a tiny person in your backyard.” in all honesty, yeah that was understandable. But also fucking shit piss hell fuck shit-

The borrower let out a startled noise and visibly recoiled as a giant hand suddenly reached over and wrapped around his small frame, easily ripping him from the spider web and carrying him into the air. 

“This- okay how about we make a deal?” he tried nervously, and the human raised an eyebrow.

“What sort of deal? I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent businessman and not easily persuaded.” Wilbur swallowed nervously as he was lifted higher up, held in front of the giant face, the kid nearly going cross-eyed to stare at him. 

“Well, I’ll tell you the truth. I’m actually an alien.” he whispered.

“What.”

“That's right, I come from the planet of-... L’manburg…” the borrower said slowly.

“Sounds like bullshit but alright.” the human didn’t look convinced, but Wilbur continued the act.

“Wh- excuse me?? How dare you!” 

“Look pal, I know aliens aren’t real. You’re coming with me, and that's that.” Wilbur’s stomach lurched as the human stood to its full height, and he was stuffed into it’s shirt pocket.

“Just a sec-” the colour drained from his face as the giant started fiddling with the mason jar it’d brought outside with it, and started unscrewing the lid. Wilbur had a feeling he knew exactly what it was for, and his anxiety was suddenly heightened. His heart rate went from one to a hundred in less than a second as giant fingers pinched the back of his trenchcoat and carried him into the air, before unceremoniously dropping him into the glass prison. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

He slowly scooted back until his coat pressed against the cold, hard wall. The brunet crossed his arms over his chest, hiding how they shook as he continued glaring up at the child.

“Are you aware kidnapping is a crime?”

“I’d hardly call it kidnapping when you’re the size of a mouse.” the human chuckled in response. Wilbur was knocked onto his hands and knees as the container jolted suddenly, and everything started moving. He took one look at the ground far below before yanking his head back and glaring up at the giant once again.

“N-not even going to ask for my name?”

“Would you tell me if I asked?” blondie raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” Wilbur crossed his arms. “Will you tell me yours so I can stop mentally referring to you as ‘child’?” 

The human stopped in its tracks, sputtering out an offended string of noises.

“How fucking dare you! I am not a child you tiny bitch! If anything you’re the child!” 

“And how exactly does that logic track?”

“Cos’ you’re short an’ shit.” the borrower raised an eyebrow this time.

“Yes well I think it’s been established I’m not a human. So you can’t hold me to human standards.”

"What are you then? Some weird mutated rat man? Or are you a faerie?" the jar was lifted higher, and Wilbur nearly fell flat on his face.

“Are you going to tell me your name or not?”

“Fineeeeeeeeeeeeee,” the blond rolled its eyes. “It’s Tommy, TommyInnit, the biggest man.”

“Uhuh…”

“What's yours then?” ‘Tommy’ questioned, staring holes into his head with his massive eyeballs. “Wilbur. No title.”

“Got any friends, Wilbur no title?” the human asked teasingly, and Wilbur scowled.

“Not that I can think of…”

“So no one to miss you? Well don’t worry, you and I can be the best of friends.” suddenly the jostling worsened tenfold, and the poor borrower was beginning to feel motion sick.

Fucking hell…

He tried his best to stay upright, sitting back against the glass with his palms pressed to the curved walls.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to pass.” he bit out.

“Wha- why?! I’m probably- no definitely, the coolest and greatest man you’ve ever met!” Wilbur crossed his arms.

“You put me in a jar, and you’re annoy-ing.” he enunciated the last word. The blond human obviously wasn’t happy with this answer. The stupid child sputtered and scoffed.

“Well- y’know- I- I might seem a little annoying at first- but I promise it’ll grow on you!”

“...I don’t care.” he wasn’t exactly scared of the human anymore… it was more like… a fear for his safety.

Tommy’s face scrunched up in anger, going bright red, Wilbur thought he looked like a tomato- He yelped as he was thrown against the glass again, and he realised the human was swinging the jar through the air… again.

"Can you not??" he grumbled out, but Tommy didn't stop swinging his arm back and fourth as he walked.

"What was that little man? You're so quiet I can't hear you!" the blond replied loudly in an exasperated tone.

"Oh my Prime you are such a fucking child-" he grunted in pain as he was slammed against the glass wall again.

"ALRIGHT FUCK! I'M SORRY!" his stomach lurched and he fell onto his back, but the jar finally stopped swinging.

"Apology accepted."

"Prime, do you humans really feel no shred of guilt?? Empathy??" Wilbur demanded.

"I do but you're being a bit of a dick right now if I'm being honest." Tommy stated firmly, and Wilbur clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms. He paused, and stared down at his arm. That's right… he had a chance to tell him soulmate his goodbyes now! The only blessing the human boy unknowingly gave him. Quickly he rolled up his sleeve,

'Techno are you there?' he wrote quietly, trying his best to remain inconspicuous so as to not get interrupted by the blond human.

'Hi. I just got home.' an answer appeared on his arm, causing it to tingle.

'I have some…' Wilbur paused, dread pooling in his stomach as he thought about what he was writing.

'Bad news.' he finished.

'Ok. What is it?' his soulmate responded, the message didn't look all too urgent, but Wilbur knew that was just how Technoblade was sometimes.

'I'm… I'm kind of in troubl-' he started to write, when the jar gave another violent shake, and smooth wood appeared below his feet. Looking around, Wilbur realised it was a table, the big one in the kitchen where all the humans ate. An intrusive thought wormed it's way into his mind at the implications of that.

Tommy sat down in front of him, just staring him down with those big blue orbs. Why did blue-eyed people always look scarier than everyone else?

"Well you got awfully quiet." Tommy started, and the borrower gave him a frown of malcontent.

"Apologies, contrary to what you might think,most people don't enjoy making conversation with their kidnapper." he bit out, pausing to look down at his arm as it tingled again.

"Alright, kidnapping is a strong word pal." Tommy interrupted, only to get ignored.

'With the police?' the message read, and he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, despite everything going on. The human stared at him like a madman. 

"The fuck are you laughing about??"

"Something my friend said! Is it a crime to want to laugh now?!" Wilbur snapped, giving him a venomous glare. Tommy looked like he was going to yell or something unnecessarily aggressive again, but stopped, a new emotion crossed his features; guilt.

"You mean… your soulmate?" the blond asked slowly, in a surprisingly gentle tone.

"...Yes." 

"Even… tiny people have soulmates?" Tommy asked, as if it was some wildly impossible concept. The brunet stopped himself from glaring, and instead swallowed down his anger and worry.

"Yes… of course we do. Everyone does." 

"Actually, I don't." the blond replied bitterly, and Wilbur gave him a confused look.

"What? Don't humans have them?"

"Yes, but I don't," Tommy held his arm up to show the lack of a pictogram on his wrist. "Dadza said I'll get one eventually, but I don't think that's how it works…" 

"Yeah… you look far too old to not have one…" Wilbur mumbled. He'd had his for as long as his memory dated back, and Tubbo's had appeared when he was only two or three. Wait- right Techno!

'No not the police! I mean a human Techno! This isn't the time to joke!' he scribbled quickly, ignoring how he could feel the human child's eyes burning a hole in his head. The silence that followed while Wilbur waited for a response was painful, but eventually it came.

'Oh. I'm sorry… I don’t know what to do. I hope they're nice.' 

'Techno. Human trouble. Obviously they're not nice!' he wrote back quickly.

'So… is this a last words kind of situation?' the message appeared across his arm in slow motion, and a few tears began beading down his cheeks.

'Yes…'

"Are you… crying?" a voice rumbled above him, and Wilbur remembered exactly where he was. He scrubbed away the tears and glared up at the blond.

"No! Fuck off!" the brunet snapped, despite the fact that Tommy sounded genuinely concerned. His tone had completely shifted, and the look on his face was sympathetic as he laid his head on the tabletop, staring into Wilbur's glass prison.

"Alright, suit yourself. I'm just trying to help." the borrower's brain wasn't paying attention to whatever Tommy said as he watched another human enter the room. A red-eyed man with pink hair, his dark roots stealthily showing his natural colour. The pinket looked nervous, staring down at his arm as he walked behind Tommy towards the cabinet where the cups were kept. Wilbur felt his heart beating rapidly, anxiety and panic pooling in his stomach and spreading through his core once again.

"Hm?" Tommy looked between him and the pinket a few times before he realised what must be going on. Suddenly giant hands wrapped around the jar again and Wilbur felt his stomach lurch once more. Tommy held the jar in his lap and turned slightly, blocking his brother's view of it's contents, but not before the brunet caught a glance of his arm.

Technoblade's arm.  

"Heyyyyy Blade." Tommy drawled out in the most suspicious tone ever.

"Hi…" he replied monotonously.

Wilbur's entire world had just come crashing down.

"So uh… what's going on with you? Why are you out here?"

"I'm making tea… and this is the kitchen." Techno deadpanned.

Techno was a human. His only friend, who made him feel safe and hopeful- and think that there were still other borrowers out there!

"You look kind of stressed." the blond pointed out obviously.

"Yeah… m' just worried about ny soulmate… he said some worryin' things and hasn't got back to me yet…" Wilbur hadn't even noticed the new message tickling his arm. He stared down at it in wide-eyed shock.

'I guess I should tell you something then.' the borrower swallowed nervously.

'That you're a human?' he wrote shakily. 

Technoblade let out a small gasp, before looking around in confusion and worry.

"Hello?" the pinket asked aloud, and Tommy looked at him like an absolute lunatic.

'Help me. Techno I'm here. I'm trapped. Your little brother caught me.' he wrote desperately, panic bleeding into his writing. 

There was a silence, before footsteps started thudding against the floor. 

"Tommy." the pinket started, and held out his hand.

"What? What do you want?" the teen asked defensively, hugging the jar tighter to his person with a defiant glare on his face.

"Give me the borrower." Techno demanded calmly, though his aura radiated an intimidating strength. Tommy looked shocked for a minute, before he sneered and shook his head.

"Leave my tiny friend alone and go find your own." 

Wilbur scoffed. Friendship was not what they had, that's for sure.

"Tommy. Give me my soulmate." the pinket tried again, sounding less patient. The borrower felt his mouth go dry and his heart clench. It really was Techno… and… he… actually wanted to help?

"Your soulmate?!" Tommy exclaimed in pure shock.

"Yes. His name is Wilbur." 

"I know what his name is! But what do you mean soulmate?!" Tommy demanded, haphazardly setting the jar down on the table so he could make wild motions his hands.

"Hes tiny! How can you guys be soulmates when hes not even human?!" 

"Don't know, don’t care." Techno stated dismissively before picking the jar up off the table, accidentally knocking Wilbur over….. again. The brunet pushed himself up and scooted back, a nervous look on his face as he pressed his back against the glass. So big… even bigger than Tommy… scary.

He met Techno's harsh, red-brown eyes, and swallowed nervously. Quickly they softened, but it did nothing to quell the poor borrower's anxiety.

"Well let's get you outta' here." Techno said before he started unscrewing the lid. Wilbur didn't have time to process anything as he was gently slid out of the jar and into the human's awaiting hand. The borrower immediately tensed up and braced himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for the fingers to close around him like vicious claws. But it never happened.

Slowly he opened his eyes again and looked around, hugging himself. Techno was just staring at him.

"Um…-"

"Sorry- I didn't mean to stare… this is just really weird." the pinket put the jar down and took several steps away from the counter, moving his free hand underneath the other for support.

"You… you knew I was a borrower?" Wilbur asked finally.

"Mhm."

"A-and you never thought to mention you were a human??" Techno looked conflicted, before nodding.

"I figured it might complicate things so I kept it to myself."

"You- I- AHG!" he yelled, tugging at his hair.

"...So mind explaining exactly what's going on? I'm still confused" Tommy interjected.

"Nah. The big kids are busy." Techno replied unapologetically before walking out of the kitchen, and headed upstairs, taking Wilbur with him. Nervousness tugged at his gut, and after a minute, Wilbur worked up the courage to ask.

“Um… Technoblade… what exactly are you… going to do... with me?” the tall human sighed, pushing his bedroom door open with a creak.

“I’m gonna put you down, an’ you can do whatever you want after. I’d like for you to stay and talk… face to face, but I can understand if you don’t wanna do that.” he said in an honest voice.

The borrower mulled over the words as Techno walked across the room to his desk. He gently set Wilbur down on top of it, before sitting down in front of him.

“Well… I suppose I could stay for a little bit…” the brunet started hesitantly. 

“Sounds good. Why don’t we start with how the little gremlin caught you?” Wilbur scoffed.

“I’d hardly call him little, but sure. It involves a web and the world’s worst garden spider.”

[asabre]

First day of fasting tomorrow.

I’m gonna try to go deeper than ever before.

The last year has caused more grey hair than all previous years combined.

I want to come out of this Ramadan with:

total restored faith in my career and in love

a relieved heart and trust in Allah ﷺ for the future: my wellbeing, my mom's healing, a partner in love and in life, children, and business building.

for the sadness I still see in my eyes to be totally removed

clarity around the business and how to press the gas - how to build the right team that can get us to the next level

a positive heart and mind - to quiet the self-critical voice in my head, to trust myself fully - to be bolder.

to be able to dream again - without hesitation

I'm dedicating myself to:

consistent tahujjud prayer

4 big acts of Zakaat

finally memorizing english and arabic of Ayat Al Kursi (plssss lol)

detailed dua for forgiveness, mercy, favor, improved health, increased wealth (and everything above)

detailed dua for my loved ones

daily Quran reading

only music with minimal words to keep my mood/thinking clear

One year imma not do this all alone. 🥹 I really dropped some tears today from what felt like.....loneliness?

Nonetheless, my favorite time of year is here.

Ramadan '24 ✨ Let's goooooo!

03/10/24

[gamerbearmira]

Cocooned Chapter 5: And then there was 6.

What up, we got chapter 5, lets goooooo!! This one is more of a fluff chapter and the 3 madrigal men setting up the nursery. I wanted to get Mirabel smiling at Alma (kinda like she's forgiving her??? ohhh lore). I hope y'all like this little chapter, sorry it took so long to get out! Next chapter we'll get Abuela going to the market and starting on her sewing project. This will be on AO3 in about 5 minutes, so keep an eye out there!

By the way, here are the translations:

“Hola mi vida, ¿cómo estás?”- "Hello my love, how are you?"

“¡Niños, el desayuno está listo!” - "Kids/Children, breakfast is ready!"

"...¿Cómo?" - "...Why?/How come?"

“Mi pequeños nubes,” - "My little clouds,"

"...¿Qué significa eso?" - "...What does that mean?"

"...mi pequena mariposa!" - "...my little butterfly!"

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Original Au Idea by @raefever ! Go check them out! I got permission to do a fic on this :)

Written by: Me, your truly!

Warnings: None!

Type of Chapter: Family Fluff

Words: 4,225

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Julieta stirred, eyes cracking open to see her room ceiling. She adjusted her position, turning to see her husband, the man snoring peacefully. She was about to touch his hair when she looked down and saw 3 babies in between them, sleepy just as peacefully. A wide smile grew on her face as she stretched her reach across them, her arm resting on their blankets. After sitting and just enjoying their company, she quietly called her husband's name.

“Agustín…” she whispered. The man was a relatively light sleeper, so he cracked his eyes open and saw the blur that was his wife. He smiled, happy to see her.

“Hola mi vida, ¿cómo estás?” he said quietly.

“Soy, buena,” she said back. Agustín turned to his bedside and put on his glasses. When he saw the babies next to him, he broke into the same smile Julieta was wearing. He put his arm over them, so it overlapped with Julieta’s.

“It wasn’t a dream,” he said, voice cracking a bit. “They’re really back,” he pulled himself closer, the 3 babies squashed between their parents, still sleeping.

“Yes, it’s real,” Julieta looked down at hija’s, her face softening. “And we’ll be able to love them even more than before. Both me, you, and the others.” With her free hand, she grabbed Agustín’s, looking at her daughters and husband lovingly. She would get ready in a minute. One more minute.

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Pepa was sleeping peacefully, next to her husband, snoring quietly. She turned in her sleep, but when she settled down again, she was met with something weighing down in front of her and some kind of warmth. But it was a rather small weight, and it felt nothing like her husband. Opening her eyes slowly she looked across the bed and saw her husband. But when she looked down slightly, she was the 3 babies that had caused her to stir.

Pepa gasped in shock before scooting closer in delight as she touched each of her childrens’ blankets. “Mi pequeños nubes,” she said, staring at her babies in happiness. She shifted so that she was laying on her side, her head resting on a pillow. She looked up at her husband, who was still sound asleep. She reached over and poked his shoulder, to which he moved slightly. Chuckling, she kept poking his shoulder until he finally woke up.

“Mmmmm? Pepi, is that you?” he said in a tired voice, eyes still closed.

“Yes, it is,” Pepa giggled.

“What’s up?” he said, lying on his back, eyes still shut.

“Your ninos want to say hi,” That had gotten his attention. His eyes snapped open as she flipped to face his wife and children. Seeing his babies washed away all of his fatigue. He watched them sleep, their small chubby faces causing Fèlix to coo at them.

“Ay, I’m so relieved,” he sighed, looking at the babies, then his wife. “I will admit, I am a bit scared but…I’m more than willing to do this again.”

Pepa nodded in agreement. “Same here. Our little ones…I can’t believe they went so long feeling the way they did. But now we can start again. Y’know. Make them feel happy."

The two bring themselves closer so that their babies are pressed together cheek to cheek, Pepa grinning wildly at their cuteness while Fèlix laughs.

—

Eventually, the 2 couples got up, although reluctantly, to get dressed. With each of the parents picking up their children, they left their rooms, meeting in the hallway near the stairs.

“Awwww, look at my adorable little sobrinas,” Fèlix said, cooing while holding Camilo and Antonio. Julieta smiled, nodding in happiness.

“But look at Dolores, Camilo and Antonio, they’re so chubby and cute,” Agustín happily replied. Both fathers spent at least 5 minutes complementing each other's children, making it a competition. Pepa and Julieta just laughed and giggled with each other. Bruno came out of his room a bit after, confused at the two men complimenting the children. He walked up and stood next to his sisters, taking Mirabel from Julita while she held Isabela.

“What’s going on?” he said, chuckling at how silly the two men looked, the babies in their arms looking at their fathers in confusion.

“Well, Fèlix had started complimenting Isabela, Luisa and Mirabel, and Agustín started complimenting Dolores, Camilo and Antonio, and then it escalated from there.” Pepa giggled. “They’ve been going on for a while now.”

After a minute more of watching the 2 men, they heard a voice from down stairs, silencing them and catching everyone’s attention.

“¡Niños, el desayuno está listo!” Alma yelled from down in the dining room.

“Mama cooked breakfast? But she hasn’t done that in…” Pepa trailed off. When was the last time mama had cooked for them?

“Did she just call us niños…?” Fèlix muttered.

Did she?

No one said anything or moved before Alma called them again.

“¿Niños?” She said again. The adults snapped out of their trance, making their way down the stairs.

“Coming!” Bruno called, jogging down the stairs along with the others. They came into the dining room, seeing alma set their plates out.

“There you all are, I was worried you weren’t up yet. I heard some talking in the hallway, what were you going on about?” Alma said, grabbing her plate.

“Ah, Fèlix and Agustín were trying to see who could throw out the most compliments,” Julieta chuckled. Alma smiled, happy that her son-in-laws were so happy. She quickly made herself a plate, setting it down and grabbing Camilo so Fèlix could make his plate easier. Everyone had eventually made their plates, settling down to eat, one baby resting in each of the adults arms.

“So, what do you think we should do today?” Bruno asked, shifting his hold on Mirabel so she was more comfortable.

“Well me and Agustín were thinking of setting up the rest of the nursery and maybe doing some repainting,” Fèlix said, biting into some eggs. “Wow, Abuela, these are good.” He said.

“Gracias,” Alma said smiling. “And I think that’s a wonderful idea. Me, Pepa and Julieta can watch over the children while you both work. Bruno, do you wanna join us?” she asked, looking at Bruno.

Bruno thought for a second. “I think I’ll join Agustín and Fèlix with the nursery,” Bruno took another bite of food. I was thinking we could take the babies to the backyard to eat lunch. It’s facing away from the village, so no one will see us. And I doubt we’ll get any visitors.”

“Ah, that sounds good, then.” Alma said. “Now, let’s finish up breakfast, hm?”

Everyone continued to eat when a couple of the babies started squirming and whining.

“Hm, what’s the matter Isabela?” Julieta worriedly said, shifting it so she was facing the small infant.

Alma held the whining Camilo, standing up and walking into the kitchen. The adults watched the door as they heard her rustling around the kitchen. She came out with a basket full of something, baby still in arm. The others turned their heads in confusion.

“Mama, what are you…?” Pepa mumbled, rocking Dolores in an attempt to calm her down.

Alma passed 6 bottles around to the adults. Upon further inspection, the bottles each had a name etched into the glass. The names of the children. The bottles were full of milk, presumably goats or oat milk, since they were too young for cow’s milk.

“Is this…milk?” Agustín picks up the bottle. A second later it hit him. “Oh, we forgot to feed them! No wonder they’re so fussy!” He exclaimed. The others nodded in understanding, taking the bottles and beginning to feed the children.

“I can’t believe I forgot,” Pepa sighed, putting the bottle in Dolores’ mouth.

“It’s quite alright,” Alma chuckled. She shifted Camilo to the side, still holding the bottle to his mouth. She smiled softly, looking between the adultes. “It’s been years since any of you have cared for children, there’s no need to be ashamed.”

Pepa and Julieta nodded, setting the bottles down. They were happy to see their mother so forgiving. If they were to be honest, they were afraid they would be apprehended. Before, she was always so…uptight. She might have been kind for the most part (in her own way,) she could be a bit abrasive with her words, whether it be intentional or not.

“Si, mama. I understand.” Pepa said softly. Everyone eventually finished up feeding the children, them happily looking around the room and at their parents whenever they spoke.

Agustín and Fèlix handed Antonio and Luisa to their mothers while Bruno passed Mirabel to Alma.

“Welp, we better get started on the nursery if we want to finish before lunch. We’ll be upstairs in there if you need any of us.” Agustín said, leaning down to kiss Julieta. Fèlix kissed Pepa goodbye and left with Bruno and Agustín, the 3 waving to their other family later.

As the 3 men made their way to the nursery in comfortable silence. Bruno opened the nursery door, the other 2 following him in as they stepped into the room. It was pretty empty. There were the 6 cribs that Fèlix and Agustín had brought in before, and the mattresses in them. Aside from that, the only other furniture was the dresser vanity, a rocking chair, and a closet. The village had donated some sheets and blankets, but they could work on that later.

“Hey look, Casita put some paint and paint brushes in here,” Fèlix pointed out, grabbing the paint can settled on the floor. It was green paint, similar to what was used before. Taking a look at the walls, he found that they were blankets. Before they had letters and small designs on them, but now they were blank green walls.

“I guess we can start on the painting then,” Agustín chuckled. The Madrigal man placed some old cloth around the floor, rolled up their sleeves and began to paint the design from before onto the wall.

“So, what are we gonna do about the other stuff?” Bruno said, dipped his paintbrush into paint before carefully placing lines on the wall. “I-I mean it’s not a problem now, but I know that they were all pretty interested in toys as babies. A-And we don’t have a toy box…or toys.”

“We can always buy another toybox, and Me, you or Fèlix could go buy some toys. We’ll start off small. I think maybe once we introduce them to the village again, we’ll be able to buy more toys,” Agustín said.

“That makes sense…but I’m also worried about clothes.” Bruno said, wiping paint off of his hands.

“We can always buy more,” Fèlix replied.

“Yeah, but as they get older we’ll have to buy them more clothes a-and we might run out of room,” Bruno was interrupted when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

“Bruno, hermano, chill. We got this. We'll cross that line when we get there.” Fèlix pointed his paintbrush at the wall. “For now, why don’t we just worry about finishing the nursery before lunch?” he chuckled. Bruno nodded, and went back to painting the wall, not before tossing some salt and sugar over his shoulder. He felt like he was in for a long (enjoyable) ride.

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Alma, Julieta and Pepa took the 6 babies into the living area, where blankets had already been set out. They set the babies down, situating them so they were in a small little cluster.

“Awww, look at them, they’re so cute,” Pepa said, putting her face in her hands as she swayed.

“Indeed,” Alma said. She watched as her mothers giggled with each other as they played with the babies.

“Mama, look, Mirabel is looking at you!” Julieta called out. Alma leaned forward a bit, looking at Mirabel. Just like her daughter had said, little Mirabel was looking at her grandmother. Alma stared back, a smile gracing her face.

“Hola nieta, how are you?” Alma said, picking her up. Mirabel only stared back.

Then her face had a smile. Mirabel smiled. At her Abuela. Alma sat shocked, cradling the infant.

“Awww, hold on, let me get the camera!” Pepa ran off and about 20 seconds later she was back with a camera. “Say cheese!”

Alma looked at Mirabel before smiling as well. Pepa snapped a picture, squealing about how cute it was going to look. Julieta joined in on her squealing, although a bit less excited. Alma loved seeing her daughters be so excited over things like this, she hadn’t seen them so happy together in a while. Looking back at Mirabel, the baby had stopped smiling (much to her dismay), she still gleefully looked at her abuela.

Setting the infant back down, she looked over the other children. They were each looking at their mothers or tias, depending on who was talking. Taking a closer look, she saw their clothes. Their diapers had been changed and they were now wearing the simple one pieces that Agustín and Fèlix had bought the day before. Each of the onesies were the children's old respective colors: A deep purple for Isabela, Indigo for Luisa, Teal for Mirabel, Red for Dolores, Orange for Camilo, and Yellow for Antonio.

Abuela looked up at her daughters. She remembered when she used to make them little outfits when they were infants, sewing for hours. She loved making them little dresses and giving Bruno nice outfits ranging in different styles.

“Casita, I have a question,” Alma asked. A tile from the floor next to her clicked, indicating it was listening. “How old are they? Do you know?” Alma asked. She watched the house pause for a moment. A couple seconds later, 3 tiles flipped.

Alma cocked her head curiously. “3 tiles? ¿Qué significa eso?” she asked.

“I think that’s 3 months,” Julieta pointed out, raising her head. Casita flipped its tiles, meaning she was right.

“Oh, what’s today?” Pepa asked.

“August 13,” Alma said. “Why, does that mean something?”

“Yup,” Pepa thought for a second. “They’re all 3 months old. They were brought back yesterday, August 12th. So, if they’re 3 months old, and it was August 12th yesterday, then that means that their birthday should fall on…” Pepa leaned towards her mother.

“May 12th,” Alma smiled. Their birthday was May 12th. “Casita, is that correct?” The house cluttered it's tiles in glee, meaning Pepa was correct.

“Casita, do they all share the same birthday?” Pepa asked. Casita flipped 2 tiles. “That’s gonna be a lot of cake,” Pepa laughed, nudging her sister. Julieta playfully slapped her arm, earning a laugh from the woman. The sun was shining brightly and there was a rainbow.

Alma grabbed the camera, the two laughing women not noticing. She took a picture of the two laughing, the rainbow above their heads as their children looked at them with happiness. When the photo developed, Alma looked at it. She was definitely framing this one.

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Fèlix , Agustín and Bruno were standing in the doorway, drinking water. They had finally finished painting, and were waiting for the paint to finish. Casita opened a window so it could air out.

“The paints almost finished drying,” Fèlix said, drinking the rest of his water. “Where should we put the cribs? We’ve never had 6 in here at one time, usually there was only 1 or 2.”

“I-I was thinking we could place 3 on each side of the room. Isabela, Luisa and Mirabel can go to the right side, while Dolores, Camilo and Antonio can go on the left.” Bruno pointed to the large empty spaces in the room. “That way, if we ever need to care for one of them should they start crying, it’ll be easier to tell who’s, uh, crying.”

“That could work,” Fèlix said, nodding his head.

“Oh, and we could put the dresser on the other side of the wardrobe, next to the rocking chair,” Agustín pointed towards the blank wall. “We might be able to fit a toy box next to the dresser. And we’ll put shelves up if we need to.”

Both Fèlix and Bruno gave a thumbs up. Casita waved its shutters, calling them into the nursery. Making their way inside, Fèlix touched the wall, examining his hand. No paint. Taking his hand across the wall, it was dry. “Paints dry, let’s get that furniture in here!” Fèlix said, ushering the other two out.

They slowly took the bigger furniture in first, that being the wardrobe and dresser. With the help of Casita, they got them into place.

“So, 3 cribs will go here,” Bruno gestured to the remaining space. “And the other 3 will go…here.” He gestured across the room to the other area.

“Ah, can we put them close together? They don’t have to be touching, but I do want them to be close.” Agustín asked.

“Sure, but how come?” Fèlix said, bringing in the first crib while Bruno had the second.

Agustín grabbed the third from the hallway. “Well, I had noticed that as babies, the kids never really liked sleeping alone. I remember having to move Isabela and Dolores’ cribs closer so they could see each other and fall asleep easier. Luisa always had to have someone in the rocking chair when she fully went to sleep.” He pushed the crib in place, close to the other 2, before making his way out to the hallway to get the others.

“Oh yeah—and weren’t Camilo and Mirabel’s cribs originally on seperate sides of the room? And then we had to move them to the same side because they would cry and scream if we didn’t? Antonio always wanted Mirabel next to him when he was asleep.” Fèlix said, finally understanding.

“Yup,” Agustín said, pushing the last 3 cribs close together.

“I-I can understand. Me, Julieta and Pepa were the same way,” Bruno said absently, grabbing 2 of the mattresses.

Fèlix placed a mattress into a crib before doing the same for another. “Really?” He put his hands on his hips, a smirk on his face. “Pepa never told me that…” Fèlix was getting another idea.

“Oh yeah. According to mama, we would cry until she moved our cribs closer.” Bruno leaned on the edge of the dresser. “And I remember after I got a room and a gift, we would always have sleepovers in each of our rooms….” Bruno had a solemn look on his face, reminiscing about their childhood.

Agustín and Fèlix shared a look. It must have been a while ago, he looked a bit sad. Agustín dropped the last mattress into the crib, snapping Bruno out of his thoughts. He got a look of his surroundings before shaking his head. “A-At least when we were little. We don’t…we don’t do that anymore.”

“Well, we put the furniture in. Let’s go grab those sheets so we can make the beds.” Agustín said, the 3 of them making their way into the hallway closet. Pulling out the sheets, they say how big they were.

“They’re a bit big…” Bruno said, holding one of them up. It looked like it could go on one of the previous beds, before the house collapsed. “And they’re just plain white. Usually we’d have them in different colors.”

“We’ll just tuck the excess under the crib for now. We’ll buy them in the proper sizes and colors another day, let’s just worry about finishing up the nursery.'' Agustín said, grabbing the rest of the sheets. Bruno shrugged, seemingly content with that answer.

Back in the nursery, they finally got all the beds made, tucking the sheets under the cribs until they could get the proper ones. Agustín had taken to putting the infant’s clothes into the drawers, each child getting their own draw. Although it was empty now, he was sure it was going to fill up over time. Fèlix placed a few of the baby items such as diapers onto the vanity for easy access, and Bruno had left a little before to put the bucket of the special soaps and lotions into the bathroom. Adjusting the last of the things given to them by the villagers, they looked over the room.

It wasn’t anything over the top. Just the simple furniture that the village carpenters had repaired and donated to them. The cribs that had been dressed in plain white, and the baby things sitting in a corner, waiting to be used. The walls had been painted (to Casita’s pleasure), the alphabet dancing across the room. But otherwise, it was just…a nursery. Waiting to be brought to life.

“It’s a bit plain but…We’ll change that in the upcoming future!” Fèlix said happily. The other 2 agreed, smiling and cheering that their hard work was finally finished. Coincidently, Casita brought over an alarm, it ringing, indicating it was 12 p.m.

“Oh, we gotta go for lunch!” Agustín exclaimed. The 3 men made their way down the stairs, thanking Casita for the reminder. Once they were in the kitchen, they heard Pepa from the backyard.

“We’re out here!” She called. Looking over, they could see her sitting on a blanket in the grass from the backyard, Alma and Julieta with them, babies laid across the ground. The 3 men went outside, joining their other family members.

Fèlix instantly rushed towards his children, poking their cheeks. “Did you miss me niños? Did you miss your papa?” he said, watching his children turn their heads at the sound of his voice.

Agustín just swayed back and forth as he complimented his daughters. The girls did nothing but stare, curious as to what he was saying.

Bruno grabbed an arepa from the plate, biting into it. “So, did we miss anything?” He looked at the babies, noting their apparent curiosity at everything around them.

“Oh, Mirabel had smiled for the first time!” Julieta said. Agustín snapped his head up, smiling.

“She did?!” He asked happily. “Did you get a picture?!” Julieta nodded and pulled out the now fully developed photo from earlier. Taking it into his hands, he saw Mirabel smiling at her Abuela, her small cheeks seeming so much chubbier when she was happy. “Ay—look at mi pequena mariposa!” he said, looking at the photo with absolute happiness.

Julieta chuckled at her husband's glee. Turning to Bruno, she took a pandebono from another plate. “So, how did the nursery go? Did you guys finish?” She said, putting the jam filled bread in her mouth.

“Si, we did,” Bruno said. “We arranged the furniture, so there’s 3 cribs on each side. Isabela, Luisa and Mirabel are on the right, and Dolores, Camilo and Antonio are on the right.”

“Did you put their cribs close together? You know how they are when they sleep alone,” Pepa said, taking some arepas and passing one to Fèlix .

“Yes, we did,” Bruno chuckled. “We also put some sheets on their mattresses, but they are plain white, so we haven’t really designated which crib goes to who. And they are a bit too big.”

Alma quietly bit into a bread roll, thinking. “I could go to the market and pick up some sheets in the right sizes and colors,” She said, looking up.

“Really? Are you sure you don’t want me, Fèlix or Bruno to go?” Agustín asked, empanada in hand.

“Oh, it’s fine. I want to stop by Valeria’s to pick up some fabrics and maybe some yarns,” Alma said smiling.

“Fabrics and yarn…¿Cómo?” Fèlix looked up.

“You know how I used to make them little outfits and clothes?” Alma asked.

“Si,” Fèlix said, taking a bite of food.

“Well, I want to make them some more clothes. They only have those onesies, and I want them to have more variety.” Alma explained.

“Oh, that makes sense, I got it,” Fèlix said, nodding.

“Oh, we also figured out their birthday and how old they were!” Pepa clapped her hands. “They’re all 3 months old, and their birthday is May 12th.”

“That helps clear up a lot. I was worried about that because we still hadn’t known when it was. So…do they all share the same birthday?” Bruno asked.

“Casita said yes. That means when their 1st birthday comes, it’ll be all 6 of them turning one,” Pepa said.

“Imagine all the cake we’ll have to make,” Agustín said, laughing.

“That’s what I said!” Pepa laughed with him, the others joining in.

Everyone was laughing happily when Casita rolled it’s tiles. A camera was on its stand. The adults took notice, and with each picking up a baby, they held them up with a smiling face, the babies looked at the camera with wide eyes. Casita flipped a small rock so it hit the button, and with a flash, a new family photo was taken. After the photo was printed, Alma took it from the camera slot, thanking Casita.

Sitting down, she let the photo develop while she and the others ate lunch, laughing at the jokes that were told or cooing at the babies and their cuteness. While they were feeding the babies, Alma picked up the now developed picture, holding Mirabel in her other arm. Alma smiled warmly at the photo. All of them were smiling, the babies with wide, yet happy eyes.

Another wonderful family photo to frame.

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We finally got a birthday and age for these little babies! May 12th :))) I did set them up to be 3 moths old at this point, for the sake of plot.

Hope y'all liked this wholesome little chapter! See you next chapter!

[nightcoremoon]

it's evident people haven't watched enough kids media to adequately understand just what constitutes a kids show as opposed to a show that kids can watch and be entertained by

when I was a kid I watched king of the hill and blues clues (among other things). king of the hill is NOT a kids show by any stretch of the imagination; it is an adult animation, replete with fairly heavy subject matter, sexual themes, political humor, cultural references that kids won't understand, discussion of religion in the modern day, depression and suicidal thoughts, adultery, puberty and sexual awakenings, body image, propane, propane accessories, and ultimately above all else what it means to be family. and blues clues is a show about a man who plays with a shovel & pail, talks to his condiments and mailbox, and sometimes he teleports into the felt dimension, all while playing Sherlock Holmes hercule poirot with his dog, and teaching kids how to count and draw and recognize colors and learn their ABCs. do you see the fucking difference? no? then I'll make it more clear.

dora the explorer & go diego go, mickey mouse clubhouse, handy manny, octonauts, bob the builder, super why, wild kratts, zoboomafoo, jojo's circus, wow wow wubbzy, stanley, doc mcstuffins, max & ruby, wonder pets, bubble guppies, ni hao khai lan, backyardigans, little einsteins, caillou (ugh) and p*w p*trol (double ugh), these are all undeniably kids shows. their audience is children (and the occasional adult by age with severe intellectual disabilities) and maybe the parents whose brains are too fried to care what's on the tv. these shows main purpose is to educate while entertaining on subjects one would encounter in preschool and kindergarten. counting 1-10, ABCs, basic color, basic language, basic intrapersonal skills, basic emotional literacy, problem solving, using your imagination, what sounds do animals make, breaking the fourth wall to ask the audience to answer what's 2+2 or tell them a lesson they learned today like I LEARNED TO NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER or some simple message like that. it's always light, there's no edgelord grimdark "what if they were dead the whole time" bullshit. it's just good clean simple wholesome [except for paw patrol] programs for kids to be distracted for a little bit of time, while also letting them walk away having said they learned something. at least half of the time dedicated to every single one of these shows is devoted to the same shit over and over again. I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map WE FUCKING GET IT YOURE THE MAP! backpack backpack I'm the backpack loaded up with things and knickknacks too, anything that you might need I've got inside for you. we did it we did it we did it HOORAY! come on vamanos everybody let's go, come on let's get to it, I know that we can do it,

WHERE ARE WE GOING

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

THESE SONGS ARE BURNED INTO MY BRAIN AND THEYLL BE STUCK IN MY HEAD UNTIL I DIE

say click take a pic, the hot dog dance, CAN HE FIX IT???, pizza! spaghetti!, THE DOC IS IN AND SHELL FIX YOU UP, max & ruby ruby & max max & ruby ruby & max MAX & RUBY RUBY & MAX MAX & RUBY RUBY & MAX, wonder pets wonder pets we're on our way to help the friend and save the day, we're not too big and we're not too tough but when we work together we've got the right stuff, goooOOO WONDER PETS YAAAAY~, yoooour backyard friends the backyardigans (weve got the whole wide world in our yard to explore, thATS WHY EVERY DAY WEEEEERE BACK FOR MOOOORE), were going on a trip in our little rocket ship SOARING THROOOOOUGH THE SKY!!! little einsteins!

I swear to god I've been forced to watch so much children's television in my life it's no wonder there's no room left for serotonin executive function or the ability to speak to morons

point is I know my way around kids shows. my sisters were born in 98, 02, 05, 06, 10, and 18, I think, I don't even know because they're all a blur, I'm literally closer in age to my parents than to my youngest sibling, I never stopped being exposed to kids shows. I know what is and is not a kids show.

adventure time? not a kids show even though kids watch it. it's a "for everyone" show. it's got a target audience of 100% of the planet. steven universe? not a kids show even though kids watch it. miraculous ladybug? not a kids show even though kids watch it. scooby doo? not a kids show even though kids watch it. I'm not discussing the history of adult acceptance of animation, adult animation, or anime, so don't ask. dexter's laboratory. the grim adventures of billy & mandy. codename kids next door. teen titans. fairly oddparents. kim possible. invader zim. AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER. totally spies. courage the cowardly dog. the proud family. SPONGEBOB F*ING SQUAREPANTS. powerpuff girls. foster's home for imaginary friends. oh yeah you know what's coming next. my little goddamn pony friendship is mother fucking magic is not. a. kids. show. even though kids can watch it. it is a cartoon. it is an everyone show. that's why it's disingenuous and fucking stupid to decry any fan over the age of 7 as a pedophile and a weirdo creep; it participates in the infantilization of femininity. why is it ok for 20somethings to keep watching aang and squidward and finn & jake and zim and "return the slab" and everyone's totally fine wth that but when it's twilight sparkle suddenly everyone's like whoa you're a huge fucking loser for watching this girly wussy baby show for girly wussy babies. oh some bronies are sex crazed perverts? I'm sorry have you seen just how much porn there is for spongebob? oh some bronies are cringe? I'm sorry have you met half the steven universe fandom? oh some bronies are fascist rick sanchez kinnies with fedoras and katanas? BREAKING BAD FANS, HELLO!?!?!?

this is such a stupid tiring boring argument. maybe magic talking horses being friends and turning their friendship into magic rainbow nuclear fucking arms and blasting the evil out of a demon and turning her into the coolest fucking half-unicorn biker lesbian in the world is something that brings me, and adult, pure wholesome joy, in between bojack horseman and dark souls and breaking bad and deftones and fallout new vegas and jojo and cannibal corpse and other bleak depressing edgy shit that also brings me comfort. and MAYBE me at 16 starting to watch MLP:FIM becoming finally comfortable with the outward public expression of "traditionally feminine" interests is the main reason why I realized I was a girl when I did, and MAYBE I just like how pretty the colorful ponies look, AND MAYBE I KIN WITH ONE OR TWO OR EIGHT CHARACTERS, WHAT OF IT?

AND MAYBE ITS LITERALLY THE BEST LONG RUNNING FANTASY TV SERIES ON THE MARKET RIGHT NOW* SINCE GAME OF THRONES FUCKING SUCKS

but whatever, kids watch it sometimes so it's illegal for anyone who's not a kid to enjoy it, but only if it's something girly because liking girly things is bad because girliness is inherently bad, and the only things that are good have predominantly male casts*. right? right??? wrong, fucker. g4mlp has so much more in common with adventure time & atla than with blues clues or dora the fucking explora...r.

but keep in mind I'm saying this while hugging a blues clues plushie my grandma gave me for valentine's day because it reminds her of when I was a baby because I may not watch blues clues but it still means a lot to me for nostalgia and is 50% of the reason why I love ray charles. kids media isn't necessarily bad. I still do enjoy watching it with my little sisters. all this is is me being anal about categorization because I'm autistic and I LIVE for categorizing everything.

*besides atla obviously

[buddietomytarlos]

9-1-1 Lone Star S2 Ep14 Thoughts *Spoilers*

I wanted to watch the 9-1-1 season finale last so I’m breaking the back and forth this time so anyways 9-1-1 LONE STAR SEASON FINALE LETS GOOOOOO lets see what kind of trauma they’re gonna bait us with to stay for s3! thoughts under the cut!!!

- First solo flight when a sand storm is gonna come in rip such bad timing

- OH THERE’S AN AIRPLANE HE’S ABOUT TO CRASH INTO FUCKK

- “There’s still a good man looking out for them.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

- not limes again asdhfajksaf

- Thank God Paul has Marjuan and Judd 💞💞💞

- I just know probie’s gonna do something heroic during this dust storm and show up the house he’s at now

- Grace getting an applause welcome back 🥺🥺🥺🥺 she deserves it so much

- MATEO FUCKING MOVE?!??!?!!?!?!?!

- “No, that she just said the word ‘haboob’ and Probie wasn’t here to enjoy it."

- MATEOOOOO COMIING IN CLUTCH

- Isn’t that metal going straight through her heart?

-I’ve never been more in love with Mateo rn tbh

- TOMMY’S CHILDREN TELLING HER TO GO AND HELP 🥺😭

- Cap has to go check on his boy Mateo 💞💞💞

- Like good for the woman to take cover but wouldn’t your house be like ten feet away why wouldn’t you go to the house?

- BABYSITTER CARLOS AWWWW

- Mateo getting the door open muah

- How did Mateo not know that they were covered in jet fuel

- 126 all together again muahhhh

- So most likely they’re gonna get all but on before the elevator falls. YUP

- LITERALLY YOU’RE GONNA GO AFTER MATEO?? HE LITERALLY HELPED ALL THESE PEOPLE PLEASE FUCK OFF????!?!?

- Yesssssssss Mateo go off!!!

- Mateo that wasn’t foam that was sand… sir??

- Karma’s a bitch ain’t it Captain Tatum

- “He was choking on dirt and his own bile.” *Carlos looking around like ?!?!!?!?!!?!?!* “Don’t worry he lived."

- FIREFIGHTER MATEO CHAVEZ 🥺💞

- THE GIRLS DUCKING JUDD TO GET TO CARLOS AHAHA AWW

- “These are my people. This is my home.” 💞💞

- Lemme guess Billy took the job offered for Owen. Yupppp… OWEN OMGGGG KING

- But literally why Owen was figuring out ways to fix everything and that never including destroying the 126 permanently… can Billy just choose a side between good guy and “bad” guy it’s getting so annoying

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{ tyler posey, 25, genderfluid, he/him/they/them ) NEVAEH ANDREWS was seen listening to NOSERINGS AND SHOESTRINGS BY NINA NESBITT on their way to BARTENDER. NEV is known to be PROTECTIVE & TEMPERMENTAL.

oh lewk it’s pacey back again with some more gremlin children. first of all, i’m pouting over the fact that the addition of nev means my streak of only using fcs with names that begin with ‘a’ is over, but we had a good run ! also forgive me that this intro won’t match the others but i cannot be arsed to faff around with photoshop rn. plus i have a zoom thing in like an hour so let’s see if i can get enough info out in that time let’s goooooo.

so nev is,,,,,,, a little shit.

the tldr of them is they’re a musically inclined pasta lover with really great intentions, but a horrible execution. they’re currently attempting to get custody of their two youngest siblings ( the other sibling being my other Newest Addition, farrow, who is far less delusional about how likely nev getting custody is ) after the death of their beloved mother. very much here for the bants and a good joke, anxious 70% of the time, v protective, very much a mess. 

the extended version is as follows: nev’s mama was a humble seventeen when they were born, much to the displeasure of her family. upon hearing she was expecting, miss harmony andrews was promptly disowned and never spoken to again. charming. she did everything she could to provide for nev ( and later, their three siblings ) and build a good life for them. their dad didn’t stick around for very long at all, and was gone by the time nev made it into the world, so it was just harmony and lil nev for a long time. my gal thought she was being original with their name, and didn’t realise it was kind already a name people had, and a name usually given to baby girls, but she didn’t care --- nor does nev. they love their name; their mum gave it to them.

their mum was pretty unlucky in love over the years, but she did get three more kiddos out of her failed endeavours. all the kids have different dads, but nev really hates anybody referring to them as their ‘half-siblings’ -- they’re just their siblings, y’know ?

they were a super tight family, and one of their distant relatives forgot to write their mama out their will before kicking the bucket, so guess who eventually got a house too ? life was grand, all was good

nev was always an anxious creature though, which eventually lead to full-blown anxiety as they got older. it reached its peak when they were a teenager, and there was a rlly rough period of time where they sought help via inpatient, and has been doin better since, but obviously still struggles ( and obviously the death of their mum has made things worse )

their littlest sister is the absolute light of their life ( honestly, they’d be happy just getting custody of her, but morally they’re like,,, well if i wanna raise her i should prolly try with my brother too lmao rip ) and while they and farrow don’t always see eye to eye, they’re p close 

but at the end of the day, nev isn’t a suitable guardian. they work nights, don’t earn anywhere near enough to fully support themselves let alone two kids, don’t have their own place and are currently crashing with a friend and his parents, and the kids’ social worker has definitely seen them lose their shit inappropriately at least once or twice. it’s just,,, not gonna happen ? his hatred for the kids’ foster parents is incredibly irrational, and they’re just not.......... Right ( ???? ) in this scenario. like, they feel the kids should be with them and that’s what’s best for them, but it just............ isn’t ?

so there’s like a lot of angst in this kid’s life

but legit it’s not all doom and gloom, they’re an absolute meme of a person in general 

they’re pretty good at their job tho ! they can be super chatty -- one might even say charismatic if they’re being generous -- and friendly, and they really know their way around a bar, so it’s a good time, and they have a good time for a lot of it. but like i said, doesn’t earn them a massive deal to live off of, but it’ll do. i don’t have anywhere sort of in mind in particular, so happy to plot some stuff or whip something up myself !!!

they’ve been in huntsville their entire life, so connections of all kinds are for sure on the table 

( remember when i said i had a zoom thing in an hour ? well rip that was yesterday lmao, lemme finish this up ) 

kiddo’s always been musical, and they’ve been in a long string of bands over the year. love the idea of them currently being in a band w/ some rlly close pals and it’s just the combo that finally Fits ? like their ideas mesh well and they work well together and they have a lot of fun ?? whereas old bands just caused nev grief in the past a lot of the time ??

where emika’s general gender identity is ‘shrug emoji but i’ll go with what i think fits most’ nev’s is more,, they see gender as the spectrum it is, but they’ve just sort of astral projected behind her eyes style and is just an orb sort of floating around above said spectrum, vibing around. 

v aware i have messages to reply to btw ! i’ll be over on discord in a mo, feel free to shoot me an im if you wanna plot ! like i’ve said before, i’m 1000000% game for anything 

hopefully farrow’s intro gets up earlier and easier lmao love you all byeeeeee

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Kim Seokjin | Min Yoongi | Jung Hoseok | Kim Namjoon | Park Jimin | Kim Taehyung | Jeon Jungkook

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Summary: A oneshot for each member of Bangtan Seonyeondan. Jung Hoseok, your boyfriend, doesn't know you're a shifter but then you accidentally spill your secret... Word Count: 1,631 Author’s Note: Just realized how much Jungkook there is in this one. I apologize for that. I struggled a little with this particular oneshot. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think! :) Lol right now we have a major blackout at home so I gotta post as long as the wifi is up. 

Jung Hoseok (feat. Jeon Jungkook & special guest)

Everything is prepared when the doorbell finally rings. Just as promised, Jungkook stands in front of your door with his new puppy on a leash. “Come in, let me take your jacket. Your timing is perfect, we just finished cooking. Hobi is changing his shirt right now, he got sauce on it but he’ll be here in a sec,” you say and hug the younger boy who still blushes a little at the close contact, bless his soul. “It’s good to see you again,” he replies, “It smells amazing.” You’re already busy checking out Jungkook’s puppy. “Aw, you got a cutie here. Hi, what’s your name, sweetie?” “His name is Jack Sparrow? No kidding?” “Captain Jack Sparrow.” You burst into laughter. It fits. The puppy is obviously a troublemaker with the way he looks around the room and scrunches his nose and ears. You can tell. Hoseok comes back, with a fresh shirt. “What’s so funny?” he says while pulling the maknae into a big hug before letting his hand sneak around your waist. “Jack Sparrow, he really named him Jack Sparrow.” “See, I told you, I’m the best namegiver. As for our four-” “Yeah, I won’t let you anywhere near my children’s birth certificates.” “Yah,” Hoseok says, playfully offended and is close to saying something but then his eyes fall on Jungkook, who’s watching. Hoseok keeps it to himself but you know he’ll tell you later, under your shared blanket, with his lips pressed against your ears, or maybe your throat. You’ll see. “Let’s eat,” he says instead. As soon as you’re all settled, even Jack Sparrow with his own food, everyone eases into conversation, happy to exchange news and jokes and stories. It was a good idea to invite Jungkook to your apartment, especially given that all the boys still live together. Hoseok is your boyfriend and insists all the boys should get to know you because both of you take your relationship seriously and you both want it to last a long time. So Jungkook, like all the other members, does his best to get to know you and get along with you and while that’s not a feat to begin with, the combined efforts from both sides are paying off. The boys always enjoy your company and you love spending time with them. Hoseok is so proud of you. And just like you had been welcomed to the family, his affectionate heart wants to welcome the new puppy to the family. Said puppy already getting there on its own, sniffing your ankles. You can tell Jack Sparrow knows something is up. He can smell you. Being a dog shifter, scent communication is definitely a given. Every dog in the radius of a mile can pick up your scent just like you can with pick up theirs. And that scent of yours was exactly what is confusing the hell out of this little one. He nips your calves like he would with an adult dog. It’s gentle but reminds you of your own childhood, when you had still been a puppy yourself. “Jack Sparrow is getting restless. I’ll check if we’ve still got some of Micky’s toys on our room.” Hoseok nods and you ignore Jungkook, who yells “Captain! Captain Jack Sparrow!”. When the puppy nips you again, so impatient to play, you growl at him softly. Wait. As your hands dig through drawers and drawers and still come up with nothing, the puppy lunges at you in a play attack. He’s bored and has way too much energy and you’re the only other dog around, and the older one at that, so it seems only logical you should entertain him. To you, it feels more like your responsibility to teach him manners. It only takes seconds to shift into your big animal form, the wolf. The puppy seems stunned. Until you nudge him with your nose. Jack rolls off, happily yipping as you chase him through the room. Like every puppy (plus Taehyung), he craves attention and wags his tail as you groom him with caring licks. Soon, his mind is set on playing again and he climbs your back like it’s a mountain. Despite your growls and your (gentle) attempts to shake him off, he clings to you enthusiastically. He’s adorable, huffing and yapping and jumping at you boldly with his bottom in the air, tail wagging. It’s only when you hear voices in the hallway that you are drawn out of your playing. With a shock, you realize a) you’re still in your wolf form, b) it’s too late to shift back. You’d be naked and while that technically isn’t an issue with Hoseok, Jungkook is here too. So you are forced to stay in your wolf form. You hide your face underneath your paws. As expected, Hoseok lets out a shriek, and steps back, closing the door. “What are you doing, hyung?” Jungkook sounds confused, “Hyung. Are you okay?” You bet Hoseok is close to fainting and his voice matches that estimation, “I- I, um, in there-“. The situation could almost be funny but the shakiness in Hoseok’s voice and scent make your skin crawl. You should hide. You should hide. Hide. He shouldn’t know. You don’t want him to be scared (of you). Hide. You whine, even when the puppy is quick to lick your snout in consolation. The door opens again and this time, Jungkook steps in. “Oh,” he says, frozen in his spot. When he’s gathered himself, he says, “where did the wolf come from? Hyung, it looks scared. I don’t think it’ll hurt us. Captain Jack Sparrow seems to like him, too.” Hoseok squeaks at the word ‘wolf’ but sticks his head in for good measure. He looks like he always does when he’s scared. Like his soul is gonna leave his body any second now. Jack Sparrow still barks and jumps around you, trying to get your spirits up as the two young men just stand there, staring at you. You give a little lick to the overexcited pup and there’s a coo coming from the door. “Jungkook-ah, can you check whether the bathroom is occupied?” “But hyung, it’s just us and- oh,” he checks, “no one in there.” Both boys automatically look at you, figuring out the pieces and coming to conclusions. The longest minute of your life. Hoseok finally comes in, probably gathering all his courage and he sits down on the floor right in front of you. “Jagiya,” he whispers, “did you turn into a wolf?” You nod, careful not to scare him accidentally. “Okay, we need to talk about that.” You open your mouth and let out a little yowl. “…later, apparently. Do you like to be petted?” Yes. Your tail wags with force. It almost catapults an unsuspecting Jack Sparrow, who was just now nipping at your tail, into the wardrobe. You throw a worried look at the complaining puppy. “Oh my God,” Jungkook laughs and Hobi can’t help but burst out in laughter too, mouth wide open. “You need to be careful. We have Namjoon and Jimin for breaking things, you shouldn’t pick up their bad habits.” You swear that wasn’t on purpose. Two licks and the pup is fine. When your teeth gently pick up the loose fur by his neck, he complains again but you carry him right into Jungkook’s arms. “Good job, Jagi,” Hoseok smiles and oh, oh, how you feel his praise sending waves of warmth through your body. You can’t contain it, want him to feel that too, and press into him fiercely, almost squishing him with your big body. You’re huge. “So, how long is this gonna last? Cause you're cool, but you shed like crazy.” Yah! You nip his ear and he looks shook. Jungkook is cackling behind you. Praise me. You lick his hand. Or pet me, that’s great too. Hoseok does, he showers you in all the love he can muster, pets you all afternoon and even taking photos for the ‘family photo albums that I will show to my children and grandchildren’. He’s a cheesy boyfriend. “Too bad,” he says, “I wanted to go picnic in the park with you guys. Now we can’t go.” Park. Another magical word. Your reaction to it is involuntary in this form, but nevertheless strong. “Wow, you’re really like a dog. I didn’t think that would get you so excited.” Park sounds awesome. You really hope Hoseok will take you somewhere you can run around. Your legs tingle, ready to go. You lick his hand, let’s goooooo. But not even his puppy eyes can get him to move. Gosh, why can’t you just talk? “Look at you,” Hoseok grins, “just like Jack Sparrow. So impatient.” Somewhere in the distance, Jungkook mumbles, “Captain Jack Sparrow.” You can’t giggle, just huff. When the maknae comes into the room, he says, “Hyung, can we really do that? What if someone sees us? With a wolf? There will be headlines for sure.” “We could say we’re dog-sitting one of the staff’s dogs…?” “You’ll need to have her on a leash. With a collar. And she’s frickin’ huge.” “He’s right,” Hoseok says with an eye on you. “Do you still want to go? I can call and ask Joon for Monie's collar and leash, maybe that fits? Jagi, you need to tell me if you’re okay with that. I don’t know what’s weird for you or not and-“ By now, you actually feel a physical need to go. It’s not like you can use a normal toilet, so you carefully bite down on Hoseok’s wrist and pull him off the sofa, gentle as a lover. Which you are. “Okiedokie,” he laughs, “The park it is. Anything to make you happy.”

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The Last Pairing Tag Game, Answered by Draco Malfoy

Tagged by @violetclarity  (Hi Violet!!)

RULES: You must answer the questions below about the last ship that you read/wrote about, regardless of whether or not you like this ship, then tag anyone you want.

Pairing is Drarry. I’ve decided to deviate a bit and answer the Qs in Draco’s POV. It’s much more fun that way. :)

1. What domestic thing are they most guilty of?

I’m sure you know this, but I, Draco Malfoy, am guilty of many things. What Harry and I do in the domestic setting are not in the list.

2. Who is enabler in the relationship? (eg: “I shouldn’t eat the cake.” “Eat the damn cake. You know you wanna.” “Damn, you’re right.”)

Harry is a Gryffindor. He doesn’t need enabling.

As for me, Harry tends to let me make my own choices these days. I wouldn’t be with him if he doesn’t, even if he has the best intentions in the world. I know myself. I don’t have the spine to resist an enabler in my life. I need someone who lets me, who makes me stand by my own choices.

But I can think of one time when I let myself be enabled. For years after the war, I’d see-sawed between the guilt of cutting ties with Pansy, Greg and Blaise, and the pain of missing their friendship. Harry nudged me to go look for them. They’re my history, he said, they’re a part of me.

That weekend, we had afternoon tea at his Aunt Petunia’s.

3. What is their song?

I spent some time thinking about this one.  Harry is a Muggle oldies person, while I prefer wizarding opera.

But there’s one song I can tell you about. We’re shopping for Rose’s 1st birthday, and we came across this music box in Muggle London. I was fascinated by how it worked, how a melody was created from a coil of tiny picks. We were about to make the purchase when Harry suggested checking the lyrics first, just to make sure it’s appropriate.

He tapped on his mobile, and inserted an earbud in my ear. The name of the song was Que Será, Será, he said. We stood there, the Christmas shopping crowd bustling around us, as we listened to this child who asked her teacher what to do in school. Should she paint? Should she sing? And the teacher answered Que Será, Será. The future was not for anyone to see.

Harry put down the music box then. He had his fingers on the stop button, but I stopped him. I wanted to know what happened next. The rest of the evening we spent wandering under the lights in Trafalgar Square, the song on loop in our ears. I didn’t ask for Harry’s thoughts. He didn’t ask for mine. We just walked in silence, but from how tightly he was holding my hand, I knew his thoughts couldn’t be far from my own.

We let the song dissipate as we passed the magic-muggle threshold. We’ve never listened to it again, but that night, I asked Harry if we would see rainbows, day after day.

He answered, simply, with a yes.

4. In a battle, would they fight back-to-back, or sporadically, watching out for each other?

Battles. You’re asking me about battles.

I don’t want to answer this. I want no more battles to fight in our lives but if there are, we’ll be fighting them side by side.

5. In death fics, which person is the one that usually dies/you choose to kill off?

Stories about death. Oh, this questionnaire is going for the morbid, doesn’t it.

I’d say Harry. Everyone dies, so what really matters is which death is worth a commemorative story, be it a hero’s fable or a cautionary tale. I’ve ruined my story arc by chasing Harry and his Light.

6. What would a reverse verse look like?

All right. The questionnaire is going for the incomprehensible as well as the morbid.

7. If you had to put them into any other fandom of yours, which would it be and how would it work out for them?

See answer for number 6. A more cryptic response would be Que Será, Será.

8. Are they the “touchy-feely” couple or the “witty, sometimes insulting banter” couple?

Whatever “touchy-feely” is, we’re not. Because a word like “touchy-feely” shall have no presence anywhere near my name.

If you’re asking whether we touch and feel each other often, the answer is yes and I shall spare you the details (or: see number 10). As for “witty, sometimes insulting banter”: I don’t do insults. I merely say the truth as is. I can’t help if you find me witty, or the Truth, a tease.

9. Would they want marriage? Kids? Or are they more comfortable without those things?

I hope we want marriage, since we’re married.

As for children, have you seen how Harry fawns over the Weasley spawns? If he makes one more of those goooooo~~~~ voices, I’ll Silencio him, or better yet, record it and Sonorus it during his Ministry press conferences.

It makes me worry though, that he’ll be too lenient and idealistic of a dad, and I, too strict and cynical of a father.

10. What are most of their dates like?

Now I suspect a Rita Skeeter type is behind this. Where and how we have our dates now is a  private matter, but I can share a few details about our first dates. Worry not, they’re every bit as salacious enough to welt your appetite.

I got re-acquainted with Harry at Gringotts, as his financial advisor. You’d think a reputation like mine would make me unemployable, but no, the investment banking department practically fell on their knees when I agreed to join them. A well-connected and old surname is nice on the résumé for this job. A morally grey one? Infinitely better.

But I digress. You know those carts that take the customers to the vaults? One time Harry and I were in one of those, and Harry said, back when he was eleven, the sheer scale of his to-be new world hadn’t hit him until Hagrid brought him to this same maze, in the same small cart. I showed him another new world then. I abandoned the driver’s seat, straddled and kissed him, while the cart maintained its dash at full speed. That was our first kiss.

We had many more dates in the underworld of Gringotts since then. Let’s just say… the sharp turns, the steep slope and rickety tracks, the bumpiness that got more pronounced as the air got hotter and darker and damper… make things far more interesting when you’re riding not only a cart.

11. Do they have a secret language? Inside jokes?

Now we have one, since you’re so kind to ask about it.

12. What do their morning routines look like? Are they harmonious? Do they fight each other for space? Do they help each other get ready?

Define “help each other get ready”. We do practice a version of it before taking each other’s “space”, and not only in the mornings. Fighting is a bit strong for a description—we’re polite and we take our turns. Harmonious? Sure. It only gets us late for work.

13. Assuming that some family members are alive (related or no), how did each family react to the couple?

Find a deck of playing cards. Accio the Queen of Clubs. Accio the King of Diamonds. Accio the joker. There, you’ve got the reactions of my mother, my father, and that demented peacock in the garden respectively.

As for Harry’s family, his Aunt Petunia’s was by far the most memorable. Harry introduced me as his friend and his aunt couldn’t stop fawning over me, imitating my accent and asking me about my banker job, praising the cut of my designer suit and oh, she couldn’t believe I shopped on Savile Row! Did I introduce Harry, her nephew to anyone there? Was I privately schooled? Eton, maybe?

Then, half way through the tea, Harry calmly leaned over and gave me a kiss. With tongue. Right there between the aunt and her bone china teapot. There was a gasp and the crash of the sugar bowl. I wasn’t privy to exactly what had happened. It would be the most unbecoming of me to not return that tongue in kind.

That was the best tea I’ve ever had.

14. What is your favorite AU for them?

AU? You mean gold? Alchemy?  Our favorite potion is polyjuice--no, two polyjuices--one with Harry’s hair and one with mine, right before bed. 

If you can’t figure out why, then you don’t deserve to know about it.

15. Finally, what trope works better for the couple as they are in canon? (If they’ve never met, which one do you think would work best if they know each other?)

I take it that my darling husband has finally and officially made it to Saint Potter to have a canon about him. I’d like to have a copy, if you please, so I can recite it over the Burrow brunches. That’s my way of showing my utter, most sincere and loving support for my spouse, and I’m certain every Weasley war hero in attendance, especially Weasley G., will regard this move with the highest and most heartfelt approval and will, in fact, provide the most thunderous back vocals while I incorporate a hymn or dramatic reading or two…

Probably everyone else has done this already? I tag @carpemermaidtales, @bounding-heart, @kedavranox, @blamebrampton, @callingdrarry and everyone who’s interested in doing this!

[gleek-runner]

Class BBC 1×6 "Take a shot every time Angy has a heart attack"

1)Four seconds into this episode and the first thing I see is Dorothea

2)Last episode was emotional af

3)Fireeeeeeeeeeeee

4)Ram is running…this is now the british and alien version of the Maze Runner

5)Ugly shadow thingy

6)DON’T KILL MY SON

7)SLAYYYYY APRIL

8)Fun things to do with your boyfriend:Kill aliens

9)April went from precious awkward flower to badass flower and I love it

10)WHAT HAVE I BEEN WAITING FORRRRRR?

11)I’VE BEEN WASTING ALL MY TIMEEEEEEE

12)WATCHING MY YOUTH SLIP AWAY SURELY IS A CRIME

13)WE GO ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON

14)NEVER KNOWING WHERE NEVER KNOWING WHERE

15)WE GONNA WE GONNA WE GONNA END UP IN THE MORNING

16)WE GOOOOOO ONNNN AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON

17)I lost the count of “and on”

18)Don’t trust Dorothea!

19)READY FOR WAR

20)Genocide!Is!Bad!

21)Deadly flowers hurt my tol son

22)Tanya is right

23)The father is an idiot

24)When will he die?

25)I now hate flowers

26)NO ONE IS FORCING THE ALIEN PRINCE TO DO SOMETHING HE DOES NOT WANT TO

27)I mean Ram is sort of always doing things without thinking

28)But everything turn out fine…minus the possibility he gets covered with blood

29)Yes.Talk about Rachel.You remember her,right?The girl that died in episode one

30)They obviously can’t get back

31)SO YOU SHALL DIE…but not literally

32)Happy?OH GOD NO

33)“I’ll drive!”

“I’ll drive”

“She’ll drive!” Okay April’s dad is an idiot but he’s a bit funny

34)“Fine,Frodo,let’s hop in a volcano"this was gold

35)Old movie?Excuse you

36)The deadly flowers attack

37)Well you know if lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off,I assume it’s the same with boys

38)Charlie did take his clothes off and lied

39)2/2

40)Honestly I would like to learn more about Ram’s religion and all but…not the right time

41)No,he followed you because he cares about you

42)Fuck

43)BITCH DON’T SLAP MY BABY

44)….I’m sorry Quill

45)BUT DON’T SLAP MY BABY

46)Go Matteusz go!DEFEND YOUR BOYFRIEND

47)I understand her perspective but…

48)STAND UP CHARLIE!

49)Matteusz is me tbh.This is definetly not the best time

50)I’m lowkey scared that Ram’s dad will die.Nothing good can come from a parent that says “Today it ends”

51)XD Again,April’s dad might be an asshole but he might as well be the most normal person.

52)Miss Quill isn’t really heartless she’s just…I don’t know

53)No :-(

54)I feel as if she’s about to cry and it breaks my heart

55)Okay but I personally would rather not to die sooooo

56)If this was real,I’d be screwed

57)Do not trust that woman

58)Parents,parents,it’s not your children’s fault…technically it’s Charlie’s

59)It’s depressing how Tanya is more mature than all of the parents combined

60)In Hell.They are in Hell.

61)Miss Quill is offended

62)I agree with April.It’s too soon

63)Oh…well thank you writers!Finally someone said it!

64)Don’t they like know each other for more?I mean,they were in the same school they must have known at least each other’s names

65)I think Ram’s pretty cool too :-)

66)Erm…the Shadow K–nevermind

67)That’s awfully optimistic

68)FUCKKKKK

69)DIE FLOWERS DIEEEE

70)I mean she can just threaten Matteusz or even Quill and Charlie will be ‘forced’ to do it

71)Called it

72)PLEASE DON’T LET MY TOL SON AND CHARLIE’S FUTURE HUSBAND DIE

73)I have a small idea what kind of a person Charlie is…a not murderous one

74)Matti’s about to die but he still does the right thing

75)WHAT THE FUCK?!

76)NO DO NOT SHOOT

77)Tol giraffe knows what he’s doing

78)The Shadow is also funny

79)I didn’t got what regicide is either

80)Is…Is Dorothea shipping Marlie?

81)Poor Charlie

82)“You are not alone"You hear that?This is my heart breaking

83)“If you are ever lost,I will find you"I teared up.

84)Ellieeeeeeeeeee

85)Yes,she definetly ships it

86)April for Shadow Kin King #2017

87)YES THAT’S CHEATING

88)DON’T COME NEAR MY SON RAM

89)SLAYYYY APRIL

90)Noooo I’m supposed to hate April’s dad…

91)Why is this becoming Agents of Shield?

92)Fuck

93)NOOOOO

94)GET IN THERE

95)NOT YOU RAM’S DAD!

96)YES YOU GO APRIL’S DAD!

97)This is hilarious

98)Still better than Trump

99)Ohhhhhh savage

100)We’ll still love you

101)Oh God I can’t watch

102)I kinda liked April’s dad for a brief moment but now…ehhhh

103)The Shadow Kin king must be thinking “wtf?Can we get over with this before you start with your emotional human shit?”

104)He’s right

105)Are they trying to stop her from killing the king?Don’t they like know that everyone will die if she doesn’t?

106)Please don’t die please don’t die please don’t die now that I don’t hate him

107)YES APRIL YOU’RE A KING

108)SAVAGE

109)KING APRIL!KING APRIL!KING APRL!

110)Deadly flowers oh fuck

111)Nooooo

112)Shouldn’t you call them or something before Charlie looses his people?

113)Plus April would also die

114)PHONES PEOPLE!USE YOUR PHONES!

115)DON’T BE A HERO LIKE THAT

116)I’M SCARED

117)FOR GOD’S SAKE CALL MATTEUSZ

118)I love my tol son so much

119)Charlie doesn’t like knifes and Matteusz doesn’t like guns

120)PERFECT

121)OH PLEASE DON’T LET CHARLIE DO IT

122)PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

123)THANK GOD

124)I want to hug Quill

125)GIVE THE WOMAN A HUG AND SOME COOKIES

126)Everyone is creeped out and confused

127)Not again

128)The bond is broken.The bond is broken.

129)Marlie!Marlie!Marlie!

130)This is once again hilarious

131)KING ARPIL

132)Everyone here is royality

133) :-(

134)“For now” yes please stay away but the man deserves one Christmas card.Nothing fancy…I just feel bad about him

135)SHE CAN WALK!!!YAY!!!

136)At least no one died

137)THE FUCK?!

138)WHY ARE THEY ALL MAD?!

139)WHAT THE FUCK?!

[intense-juxtaposition]

Himawari Uzumaki Fanfic

   Ice.

 "Mom! Mom! Mom!" I pouted.    

 She picked up things and put them in the bag, "Just in case," was all she said in a quiet voice. I knew I was getting on her nerves but Konoha didn't freeze over very much. My voice was muffled by the scarf wrapped around my neck, covering my lips. My cheeks burned, not only from the heat of the hand knitted scarf, but also the hot temperatures of our house. My mom wrapped the yarn tighter around my neck and contemplated rather she should put another around my neck.    

She concentrated with her pale fingers against her chin until I protested.    

"Okay, we're leaving." She said with a faint smile. Everyone would be there and of course, we were late.    

"Lets Goooooo," I said with a cheer in my voice.    

 My mom held me closely by her side as we waved to any people we knew along the way which seemed like everyone. There wasn't many people outside, mostly because of the below freezing temperatures.    

  It didn't take very long for us to get to the frozen river.  Although there was a skating rink in town it seemed artificial, it wasn't everyday that nature would completely freeze a river bank. I put my skating boats over my fluffy, Santa socks. I made sure my shoes were tight around my feet so I wouldn't have any accidents along the way.    

    As I anticipated, there were many people that I knew there. Boruto had already came with his friends which was a hard blow to my pride but only momentarily. I think, for a moment, my mom felt the same.    

  He laughed happily with Shikadai, Inojin, Chocho, Sarada, Metal, and Mitsuki. His hand laid behind his head and the image looked like a picture. I just began the Academy and it was hard for me to make as many friends as  he did when he started. Although I didn't make complete bullies quite yet, I still didn't have memorable friends. I thought only for a moment that I could go to him, maybe. But it would be rude and I'd be intruding. Although they wouldn't mind, not in the slightest, I wouldn't want them to feel censor.    

  But never-the-less, I got on the ice.    

 I know they saw me but as I got more into the moves, I felt nothing. I just spun and twisted and twirled until I thought I was flying.    

 "How do you do that?" A young child said when I stopped my triple luz. "Yeah, yeah how did you Himawari-san." More young children crowed around me. The youngest of those children could have me 6.    

  I looked around and noticed I was being watch. Not be everyone. Just my mother, Bolts friends, and some village people.    

  "No, please just call me Hima-chan."    

"Follow me." I said and they listened and follow behind me like little ducklings. I was amused by this. When I moved, they moved and vis-versa.    

    Some did fall and some didn't.    

"Okay. I'm gonna show you a simple twirl. Ah, apologizes, I mean a twirl."    

I showed them how to do it and they attempted. I watched. A twirl was quite advanced for a child. All of them succeeded at least once.    

"Haa. Imouto, teach me." Said Bolt slowly going towards me on the ice. As the children practiced I taught Bolt.    

  I bursted into laughter after Bolt fell for the 5th time. "Ahh, sorry." I bowed down to him a couple times.    

  "Hima-chan! Hima-chan! Watched this." One of the children began a twirl but began to fell.    

"AH!" I yelled as I fell on my chest, holding the child up by there waist. "Be careful." I said softly.    

"Sorry  Hima-chan."    

"It's okay." I found myself mocking Boruto from earlier. I had a wide smile with my hand behind my head.    

  "HEY HIMAWARI TEACH ME THAT TOO!" Metal said skating quickly towards me, scaring away the children. You could almost smell the passion in his clothes.    

I taught him but he couldn't quite get it. I think he was nervous. The children left and took there naps but I promise I'd teach them more things.    

  I loved children but I was happy that I could finally skate by myself. My foot twisted me around as I switched feet. My right foot did circles, then my left foot (Carmel Spin).  Then I just skated around the river. Doing nothing special. I did another jump and then another until a fell. I laughed and got back up.    

  "Eh. Himawari." Said Shikadai, " You taught everyone, and since Boruto is leaving I can't make a fool of myself. C-can you teach me how to do that thing."    

  "Of course." I took the older boy's wrist and we skated. Just simple stuff at first.    

"Okay, tell me what you can do best."    

 "Not much."      

"Well. Shikadai, I know it's in your blood not to want to try with much but, this is gonna take some energy," I joked. He slipped a few times and of course I helped him up.    

  "Now don't laugh." He tried a jump and began to fall. I caught him.    

"Gess, what the crap! You can't do that just yet."    

"So I see your not as much as  genius as we thought." Inojin said. "Himawari-chan has been learning to skate for most of her life.  How could you ever expect-" I hit Inojin in the shoulder.    

"Eii, play nice." He grabbed his shoulder and winced. "You have to think of others feeling just a little bit ya know. I wanna see you try that  without much practice and not fall."    

"Hai." He rubbed his neck. He was just like Sai, he had that same smile. That memorable smile. Mitsuki had the smile of Orochimaru. I wonder who's smile I shared?    

 My mother had already left about an hour ago. But It was to late and I needed to go home.    

  "Hima-chan. I can't just let you go home one your home."    

So we started home. It wasn't long but it was filled with silence. But right before I left I said," Ya know Shikadai, you have way  more talent than you put on."    

"I should be saying that to you..." He blushed.    

"Whatever you say. Arigato Gozaimas. We should do that again"    

There Is probably a thousand errors and lol yeah but. Stay tuned.