#I might do every day with Lego style

[lieutenant-teach]

After ten years of solitude on Tatooine Obi-Wan gets entangled into a Rebel operation. Adventures, romance and overall chaos ensured.  CodyWan edition of ‘Star Wars Summer Vacation’. Warning: Lego-style humor! Part 1/5. [part 2], [part 3], [part 4], [part 5].

Obi-Wan was enjoying a cup of absolutely horrendous… something steamy and liquid in a Mos Eisley cantina, ‘scum and villainy’ swarming the place, pooling around the bar counter, sweaty sticky air swaying with cramping bodies almost physically. One of these every days on Tatooine during last ten years.

The door opened, and a familiar Force signature pushed into Obi-Wan’s chest, making him spill his drink a bit. But he didn’t pay any attention on dark wet drops blooming on the frays of his robe, the oppressive atmosphere of being surrounded by bounty hunters, smugglers and likes vanished around him because he hadn’t felt that presence for all these ten years. The last time he sensed it was on Utapau, when it suddenly changed from warm and steady into cold and aggressively-detached.

– Jawa juice, and if asked, I’ve been here all day, - the voice, muffled from a shabby scarf covering the lower part of the face, sent a forgotten tingling feeling into Obi-Wan’s stomach and spine. The head was also covered by some shawl, nicely complementing battered desert-style robes.

The unsuspecting delightful vision slumped on a vacant bar stool next to Obi-Wan and grabbed a glass of some very suspicious Jawa juice as if holding a bo-rifle for his dear life.

Just as two stormtroopers barged into the cantina, marching to him with inexorable determination. The clients parted before them promptly cutting off their conversations about guns, spice and bounties.

– Identification, and show your face, - grumbled one of them, clearly addressing a new patron.

– You see, dear gentlemen, my husband is going bald right now, and he’s very shy about that, - Obi-Wan laid a protective, yet tender hand on his former Commander’s shoulder. He felt a startle under his palm and met a flabbergasted gaze of familiar brown eyes in the slit between the pieces of cloth around his head with a warm smile. – Honey, I’ve told you a million times – sometimes men lose their hair, it’s very natural. You’ll always remain handsome to me, - he squeezed his hand reassuringly and raised his eyes to the stormtroopers who were shifting uncomfortably at the display of such romantic devotion.

– Fine, but the face? – the other stormtrooper sounded young, clearly confused and lacking experience in such situations.

– He’s got a really bad toothache, - Obi-Wan shook his head sadly.

The stormtroopers exchanged glances and raised blasters. Obi-Wan had no choice but to use ‘This is not the person you’re looking for’ trick trying to be as inconspicuous as he could.

– I think we need to talk, - it sounded almost as an order, but Obi-Wan had no qualms with obeying it, trailing after his ‘husband’ out of the cantina which resumed its hustle and bustle the second the stormtroopers left the door.

– Cody, - once outside, he smiled sadly.

– You’re alive, - there was an incredulous answer. – How? Does anyone know?

– I guess it’s not a widespread knowledge. You’re alive, too, and – let me guess – doing, - Obi-Wan lowered his voice, - Rebellion bidding?

– I��m here because of that, - Cody moved closer, then stopped tentatively. – If you allow…?

– Of course, - Obi-Wan waved his hand at the space between them Cody was too scared to cross. – And, as I understand it, you might use my help. If you don’t mind, of course, - he added hastily, and felt the smile breaking behind the scarf.

[solarisstyles]

MS.HONEY: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARLO!

Pairing: Harry Styles x F!Reader Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: fluff, fire(they light a birthday candle), Arlo throws a temper tantrum(he's literally 5) Summary: It takes a village to raise a special needs child. Gemma's son is growing up and starting kindergarten in the fall. Uncle Harry is struggling with not being able to spend all day, everyday, with his nephew who he's grown quite attached to. When he accompanies Gemma and Arlo on his first day of school, he meets Ms.Honey. Harry decides Kindergarten might not be so bad after all. A/N: For the sake of the story, Gemma and Harry live in the states. I know more about the school system in America than the UK so it just made sense! This story is not meant to be a 100% depiction of what a family of this dynamic is like. Harry and Gemma Styles are very real people and are only being used for fictional purposes!

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Sitting on his Mum’s lap, Arlo was reaching for every little object he could get his hands near. “He’s getting antsy, Harry hurry up!” Gemma called her little brother. The distance between the dining room table and the kitchen wasn’t very far and Harry could hear his nephew start to fuss. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he sighed, pulling the cupcake out of the box and sticking a number five candle in the top of it. Lighting it, he then gently picked it up and brought it into the dining room singing, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Arlo, happy birthday to you!” 

Everyone else joined in, Anne recording the tender moment for Gemma to watch back later on. The cupcake was gently placed in front of Arlo who was looking at it with wide eyes. A smile grew on his face as he became excited. 

“Blow out the candle bub!” Gemma encouraged, softly blowing at the candle to show him. Arlo screamed, waving his arms to try and get his dad to stop. 

Harry squeezed his lips together, fighting hard to not laugh. Arlo loved bright lights, including fire. He watched his sister roll her eyes, blowing the candle out for Arlo since he was going to have a tantrum over doing it. 

Fat tears rolled down Arlo’s cheeks as he sobbed, not understanding why they had to blow out the candle. “Here, I’ll take him if you want to gather presents into the living room.” Harry offered, holding his arms out to take the crying child. Gemma was thankful for her brother and how much he helped out with her son. She was scared to death when she learned that she was pregnant. That fear skyrocketed when she learned that her son was on the spectrum. She wasn’t sure how she would do this alone, her ex wanted nothing to do with their kid after his diagnosis. 

Harry really stepped up though and he would never be able to pay him back fully for all that he’s done.

Arlo all but melted into Harry’s chest when Gemma handed him off. “I know Bub it’s gonna be okay.” Harry said in a soft comforting tone. “Do you want to open some presents? I heard you’ve got some pretty cool gifts in there from Grandma!” making his voice more high pitched to make the idea seem more appealing. 

Giving his uncle a gentle nod, Harry smiled and took him over to the corner of the living room that had all the gifts. Gemma joined shortly after, handing Arlo a gift to tear into. He only needed redirecting a few times during the gift opening which made Gemma proud. Arlo got an array of things from books, lego sets, and a big traffic light that would light up like a night light. Arlo’s favorite gift was obviously the traffic light which Harry gloated about since it was his gift. 

“The spiderman legos are cool too! Right Arlo?” Brad asked, trying to knock Harry off his high horse a little. 

Arlo just laughed and shook his head ‘no’, making Harry puff out his chest a little further in pride. 

Gemma rolled his eyes, “Arlo, can you say thank you to everyone for coming and all your presents?” he asked, brushing her son’s long hair out of his face. He threw a hissy fit anytime Gemma would try to have it cut. Harry assured Gemma that Arlo just wanted to look like him, essentially helping Gemma drop the subject and quit worrying about it.

Looking around at everyone with his big doe-like brown eyes, he mumbled a soft “thwank yew.”, getting a chorus of ‘you’re welcome’ back from everybody. 

The lovely thing about kids birthday parties is that they tend to clear out pretty quickly after cake and presents are done. Arlo was falling asleep on Gemma’s chest, soaking up the cuddles she rarely got nowadays from her boy. “Have you found a school for bub yet?” his Mum asked, sitting across from him. 

Harry’s ears zoned in on the conversation as he was curious himself. He was sitting with the toys Arlo had gotten, opening them and putting batteries in them if needed. He knew his nephew would want to play with them right away when he woke up from his nap. Looking up at Gemma he paused for a second to listen in on the conversation.

Giving her mum a proud smile, Gemma nodded. “It’s a private school specifically for kids with special needs. I was very fortunate to be on the waitlist and get a call saying he could be a student there. I went and toured the school, and Mum, it’s amazing. They have so many things that will be great for Arlo.” she gushed. 

Clapping her hands softly to not disturb Arlo, she gave Gemma a giddy smile, “Oh Gem I’m so proud of you. Tell me all about it.” she encouraged, turning her body to face Gemma more. 

“Well, they have this adorable barn where they keep therapy horses, chickens, and rabbits. Right next to that is the lower campus where Arlo will go, then next to that right after the field and track area is the upper campus for the older kids in like highschool grades. They have speech therapy, yoga, music classes, field trips, and the classes are very small and personal.” Gemma was sitting on pins and needles to tell somebody about this and she was over the moon to finally be able to share it with her family. “And the best part is that even after Arlo graduates, there’s a post grad program he can join and they will help him with jobs and transitioning out of school to adulthood.”

Anne and Harry couldn’t believe their ears, “This school sounds amazing.” Harry spoke up, impressed by what he’d heard. 

“I agree. Gemma, this school is going to be perfect for him. I’m so excited for you.” Anne second Harry’s statement. 

Gemma smiled down at Arlo, kissing his forehead softly while he now slept. “It’s going to be weird not having him all day.” Gemma softly spoke, feeling herself get choked up. “He’s growing up so quickly. I can’t keep up with how fast it’s going. I wish things would slow down.” 

Her admission made Harry’s chest tighten. Arlo was his favorite person, his best friend, aside from Gemma of course. Knowing that Gemma was feeling the same way as him was a relief but also horrible as he hated knowing his sister was upset. 

“Oh, Gem.” Anne said, standing to move over next to Gemma, pulling her into her side and cuddling both Gemma and Arlo. “I know exactly what you’re talking about.” she sympathized, combing her fingers gently through his long brown hair. “Imagine trying to keep up with milestones when there’s two of you.” she lightheartedly jokes. “It seemed like every time I turned around, Harry and you were saying a new word, walking, cutting teeth. It’s a lot but I’ve absolutely loved watching you both grow into the man and woman you are today. And you’ll eventually have that same mindset too for Arlo.” she finished with a kiss to the top of his head, making Gemma smile a little. “Thanks Mum.”, “Anything for my babies.” she assured her. “Now, I think Arlo had a wonderful birthday and got some amazing presents. Let's celebrate having a successful party instead of being sad, okay?” patting Gemma’s shoulder, she stood from the couch. “Would you like a beer?” she asked, making her way into the kitchen. 

“No thank you. But I would love some of the Macaroni Salad you brought!” she said back to her. 

“Wait, did you even eat earlier?” Harry asked, not recalling seeing Gemma ever grab a plate of food. 

“Uh,... no…” Gemma sheepishly said, looking from Harry down to her hands. 

Harry sighed, “Gemma..”

“I know Harry, you don’t need to reprimand me about it.” Gemma shut him down, taking the bowl her mom handed to her and took a bite of the food, groaning happily at the taste. 

“He’s just trying to help.” Anne gently said, sitting back on the couch with her, sipping on a glass of wine. 

“I know… I’m just scared I’ll miss something if I’m not there.” Gemma huffed, shoveling another spoon full of food in her mouth. 

“Take it from me hun, you’ll miss a lot more if you don’t properly take care of yourself. That includes making yourself a plate of food while somebody else keeps an eye on this one.” tilting her glass to the sleeping child, causing Gemma to look back down at him. 

She sighed, her chest heavy with guilt for even needing help. “I don’t want to be a burden.” Gemma admitted. 

“You’re not a burden. Neither is Arlo. I love you two and I want to do anything I can to make things easy for you two. I’m here for you no matter what.” Harry spoke up, tightening the screw back on the last toy, he moved to the couch next to Gemma and his Mom.

Setting her bowl to the side, her appetite was temporarily lost due to the subject. “He’s my responsibility. It was my choice to have unprotected sex and I should be the one to deal with that. Not dump it on everyone else.” Gemma tried his best to explain. 

Before Harry could speak, ready to smack Gemma upside the head, his Mom spoke up in her gentle caring way, “Baby, you aren’t dumping it on any of us. We want to help. We want to be there. Have you ever heard the phrase ‘it takes a village’? Well, it’s true. And you’re beyond blessed to have a village of people ready to help you. Don’t push it away and let that prideful attitude of yours win. I love that you want to take responsibility for Arlo. It shows me how mature you are and what a great parent you’ll be.” Her reassuring words were exactly what Gemma needed to hear right now. And Harry couldn’t help but nod along in agreement to his Mom. “It’s okay to admit you need help.” she made sure to clarify. “It’s scary and stressful being a single parent. But you don’t have to do this alone okay?” giving her a soft smile, which she easily returned, the weight on her chest feeling lighter. 

“I love you all so much. Thank you for loving Arlo. He’s the best surprise I could have ever gotten.” she chuckled, remembering back to fall time 6 years ago when she told her boyfriend she was pregnant. What started out as an exciting time quickly turned south and for the worst. Gemma has done everything in her power since then to give her son the best life possible. 

“He’s my favorite surprise too.” Harry smiled at both of them. “Finish your food before Arlo wakes up.” he pointed to the bowl, knowing Gemma wouldn’t eat it if not instructed to. Rolling her eyes at Harry, she picked it up from the side table and took another bite, but not before sticking her tongue out at Harry childishly.

Bed time had quickly approached Gemma and Arlo that evening. Bath time routines were completed, pajamas were on, teeth were brushed, and hair was brushed. “Okay Bub it’s time for bed.” Gemma said, setting him down on his tiny bed. 

“Gummy mumma.” Arlo pouted, causing his Mom to face palm. 

“Of course, let me go get it.” she said, running to the bathroom to get a vitamin gummy from the cabinet.

Returning to Arlo’s room, she held it out to him, “One gummy for the birthday boy.” he smiled. Arlo happily took the gummy, thinking it was a piece of candy he got before bed every night instead of a vitamin. 

“Thwank Yew Mumma!” Arlo said, laying down and covering himself up. 

“Goodnight Bub.” Gemma said softly, kissing her son on the forehead. “And happy birthday.” she told him once more. His eyes already drooping closed, Arlo softly mumbled his own goodnight, 

“Nini Mumma.” falling asleep as Gemma turned off his light, the soft glow of a night light illuminating the room in a soft blue glow. 

Closing his door slowly, Gemma made her way to her room and collapsed onto her own bed, sighing loudly. Another milestone down, to be quickly followed by another. She was definitely going to cry on Arlo’s first day of school.

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[fourseasonsfigs]

Building Block Figs - Catching Light

Continuing on from the last Building Block Figs - Basking in the Sun and Building Block Figs - Beautiful Fight Scene in the Middle of the Lake, Part 1 and Part 2, we have this wonderful set.

These figs make me laugh - I love them so much! I don't know why, I just find them ridiculously charming.

This building block set is 1,544 pieces, measures 8.4 x 17.6 x 15.6 cm, and is rated 10 hours. I did indeed take all 10 hours to build this, if not a little bit more.

Here is the sales pic of what the finished product is supposed to look like:

Cute, isn't it? As usual, sellers do a much better job of setting the scene than I do. I will say, though, that I did make two little tweaks to the set to make it a bit more canon compliant. Can you spot them?

It'll be easier to tell as we get better pictures, so I'll get into it!

First, here's the box of doom bricks. Like the others, this came in a generic sales box, with a super handy little unsnapping tool, and a sticker with a black and white image of the set and QR code instructions.

Once again, you'll notice my line up of extra bricks from the previous sets hanging out in quasi-neat little rows. Originally I figured I'll leave them all out in case I ran short of any, but in reality, this set maker gives me extras of each color every time. Which is handy, as you will see for later posts, when I make some adjustments to the fig sets to make them a bit more canon compliant.

As you can see, there's a LOT of extra bricks left over. To be honest, there shouldn't be so many white bricks - those are from another set that I made a major change to. I'll post about that one tomorrow.

Here's the different order of assembly - I went ahead and started with the base and tree, as they suggest.

As you can see, this is a very beautiful terrain here. I did not remember this area being so green and flowery from the show - in fact, I remember it being kind of sandy and desolate, but my memory is pretty lousy, there might be a scattered flower or so. Let's check.

HUH. There is not a flower in sight, is there. Hmmm. Well, this is kind of gonna bother me. Maybe I should have looked up the inspiration before putting together the entire 10 hour plus set, huh! Well, the little flowers are easy enough to lever off.

Hmm, anyway, moving on (for now).

So a couple things here. First, as you can see, there are only two green colors. I mean, one normal color really - the light green here is actually a neon green. It's brighter than it looks here. It looks great here, don't get me wrong, but now all I can see is the very sandy terrain of that screenshot.

Second, I tried something a little different here. It actually takes a long time to sort all the individual bricks, so in an attempt to shave off some time, I decided to experiment with this set. As you can see, I dumped the entire bag out to the right and am just picking out individual pieces as I go.

You'll note it's now evening. This tree took a LONG time to build. I actually timed myself up to this point, and to get to this mostly-done state took 2 hours and 58 minutes. I was pushing hard, too, because I really, really wanted to get the whole tree done that evening before I went to bed. But there was no way. I was too tired and was hitting the point where it was less fun and more work. So, despite really not wanting to, I summoned my inner adult and called it a day here.

Fast forward through time to the next day, and I'm all bright eyed and ready to bust this tree out. And it's done! I like this tree a whole lot...I think they did a beautiful job modeling it. Imagine if they had the full Lego suite of colors and special pieces! It would be really something. I kind of like it this way though (although I would take more colors, I can't lie). It really has an old-school style charm.

You can see the grey rock there where Lao Wen will be propped up against. And of course, the cheerful greenery and pink and yellow flowers.

Feeling VERY accomplished, I put the tree aside, and moved on to A-Xu.

Yep, looks pretty good. I was a little surprised they picked the medium blue color instead of the dark blue color, considering how bright the dark blue color actually is. But this looks fine too.

I am going to proudly say that I did, in fact, knock this fig out in record time. I've put together two and a half A-Xu figs by now (the half is going to be explained tomorrow, I promise!), so this third one went like a breeze.

As you can see in the back, I couldn't help myself, I was starting to make a few little piles of the colors I was working on. The big messy pile of bricks was kind of a pain, and I had to keep resisting the urge to sort them out.

And here he is! All done. He has a very solemn no-expression on his little brick face, which is appropriate. Can you see how there's a little bit of a neck (nothing too saucy or anything), the thin white layer of his under-robe, and then the lighter blue layer? I love it. Very charming. We also have his black belt with a bit of the tails.

It was yet another evening by this time, but since I did manage to finish him before I went to bed, I did indeed sleep the sleep of the righteous.

I woke up even brighter eyed and with pep in my step, ready to rock this last fig out. 10 hour assembly time? I don't think so!

I had now made three Wen Kexing brick figures, so the fourth one was gonna be just as quick as A-Xu was, no doubt. I pulled up the instructions on my phone, and got ready to go. 95 steps for our battle-weary Valley Master, huh? Huh. That's kind of a lot. But considering A-Xu was 85, not too bad. The tree was 119, by the way.

As I looked at the picture, however, I noticed that they had Lao Wen's (virtually) omnipresent hair wispies here. Given that this red wedding costume is the one outfit where his hair is pulled back all the way, it kind of bugged me. Which is funny because I've never liked how he doesn't have the wispies with this hair style on the show. It's my least favorite look on him, which is too bad, because I did like how they at least mixed his hairstyles up some. In my defense, I feel like I'm right (so right!) about how much better he looks with the wispies with this hair style, because you could see it at the concert. And he looked spectacular.

Anyway. Warring between my extreme desire for him to have the wispies and the simple fact of it not being canon, I started to build.

I got the first big chunk done very quickly indeed. Many of these figs are done where you do a big piece, and then set it aside while you work separately on the next piece. This is where I was.

And that's where I stayed, for a long time. I built this piece three times. I had to completely disassemble the entire thing the first time I built it, because I was off on my brick count, and the second time I had to disassemble it down to the first third.

Part of the problem was the way the directions were. As you can see, they still have the first "set it aside" part showing up on the directions directly under the new piece. Unfortunately, all that red blended into each other when I rotated the image around, and it was very easy to accidentally think I needed more or less pieces than I actually did.

I went ahead and built it with the wispies, as directed...and then just couldn't do it. I disassembled half the head and re-built it again without them. I also think that this fig, just like Lao Wen, does not look as good without them, but canon is canon.

Unfortunately, it was so late and I was so tired by the time I finished him (and yet also pretty jubilant), that I forgot to take a pic of the finished fig! Yes, I literally finished this set late last night, despite my best intentions of finishing it up and then triumphantly posting about it on the same day. It did, in fact, take longer than the 10 hours build time.

It took a long time, in general. My finger tips have actually toughened up a bit, so they don't feel sore from snapping the bricks in place, but my neck isn't all that pleased with me from hunching over these various sets for so long. So, I've been taking a few more breaks to stretch and do other things.

But, I woke up early today, and very happily took this set's beauty pics in the clear light of the morning. I love it!

I love how this set all fits together. We have the tree growing over the edge of the base, and Lao Wen there leaning up against the rock. A-Xu is standing with his elegant posture, and their little brick hands are reaching out to each other. Cute cute cute!

Wow, this light is great. I clearly should get up early to take fig pics more often.

The tree looks great, I think (and not just because I spent hours building it!).

This is a good view of the rocks behind Lao Wen here, and his big ponytail (I do like this part of his hairstyle).

The green doesn't look so bad on the ground, I think. I'll pull off the yellow and pink flowers, and maybe make a brown patch on the corner closest to A-Xu. That'll keep it colorful but make it a bit more like the show.

A-Xu's hair looks great, as usual. You can also see how I removed the wispies on Lao Wen's hair. I'll get a close up later so you can see it better.

Shoot, not my best pic - can't really see any of the detail on A-Xu's glorious night-black hair.

There we go, now you can. Oops, I see I knocked a tiny piece out of kilter on the bottom of his hair, I'll have to fix that. But! Here you can see both changes I made from the instructions - the lack of wispies of course, and then I made Lao Wen's guan gold instead of white. This took a while too, because I didn't have enough yellow pieces. The only yellow I had from any of the sets was literally from the yellow flowers here and the few extra they gave me of it. I actually pulled a few yellow flowers off the base there and replaced them with green or pink, just because I needed them for his guan. I then also carefully checked to see what internal yellow bricks were covered up by the black of his hair, and replaced them with black so I could save the yellow ones for the parts that did show. I'm very happy with how it turned out! It looks just like the white one, except, you know, yellow.

I don't know why they didn't originally design it with yellow, given that it is gold on the show, and they had already included yellow bricks with this kit. Maybe they felt the white stood out more or something. Anyway, it was bothering me it was white, so I'm glad I was able to figure out a way to make it work.

Alright, we're back around! And a bit of a different angle here, so you can see the poses a little bit more clearly.

Alright, a true top-down pic here. May I just say one more time how much I like this tree! The detail in A-Xu's guan is really nice too.

The bottoms-up pics are always tough here with the bases. Not a flattering picture, sorry A-Xu!

A close up of our noble shixiong with his little hand outstretched...

...and our weary shidi. What a great set, I love it! I'm so delighted by it, I can't even tell you.

Alright! come back tomorrow, for the much hinted at next set. And the last one, for a while - I have to wait for the remaining sets to be sent to me.

(Come back tomorrow, she says, as she still has some assembly on the last fig to do! I'll wake up bright and early tomorrow, and hopefully finish up).

Material: Plastic bricks

Fig Count: 506

Scene Count: 35

Rating: They're actually both reaching for their light

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[they-planet404]

so i’ve heard some people asking (both to me and online) why trans people have to change our bodies, why we can’t be happy with what we were born with. it’s usually followed by “it’s what god gave you” or “since genitals aren’t gender according to you”, and i wanna take a wee moment to talk about my side of it.

i was happy with my body. i enjoyed wearing outfits that emphasised my chest and waist, i thought i looked hot as and i was comfortable with that. at the same time, i kept being misgendered. strangers would refer to me as “lady” taking one look at me, even people i had introduced myself as using they/he would use she pronouns for me. it was never anyone’s first guess that i might not be a girl.

i was asking why? i do my masculine makeup everyday, i wear my pronoun pins, i know they’ll asssume i’m a girl from my chest but why is there never a split second of hesitation? even from the people i’ve told?

whenever i asked this question i was told multiple times over. no one would see me as nonbinary if i still looked like a girl. no one would view me as who i am unless i conformed to what they expected me to be. and that was when i started hating my body. buying binders and wearing them for 10+ hours because i couldn’t go to university without it. wearing clothes purely from the male section so i could maybe hide my curves. cutting my hair down to a masculine style instead of the shoulder length one i loved to play with and style. i haven’t put makeup on in months, when taking that time to do some eyeliner, or draw some stars next to my eyes, was what gave me the confidence to leave the house.

the outfits that i used to love wearing, that brought me joy and confidence, sit in my cupboard gathering dust. i keep them, hoping one day i can wear them again, but can’t help but reach for the same “masculine” fits every time i need.

it wasn’t that i wanted to change every part of my body. i was learning to love who i was. i was using my confidence in my gender identity to build a confidence in my appearance i never had when i was using she/her. but when everyone is telling you the only way to be seen as the person you are, the person you love, you have to change lego you are” to fit with who they think you should be.

tldr; you can’t demand nonbinary and trans people conform to your ideas of what gender should look like, then ask why we’re changing our bodies so “dangerously”.

[absentcaryatid]

Seonghwa's Shared Passion

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

The reader makes a new friend at the mall, one just as interested in LEGO and K-pop as the reader.

2.2K words, Content note: all ages, gender neutral reader, no reader romance, lots of LEGO mentions, Seonghwa gets San as a romantic partner and the reader is very happy for them.

~

It was the day a life-changing friendship was to be born, but you could not have known that at the time. The lanky man who stood before you bore a staff tag with the name Seonghwa. You had found yourself in his warm presence due to a chance visit to the mall for a quick lunch. With time to spare afterward, you had chosen to stop over at the adjacent LEGO store to see if the 'Dynamite' BTS set was back in stock.

“Still backordered I'm afraid, and no date set for when it might be available again.” As your face fell, the rather stunning clerk nodded sympathetically. “It was a lucky thing I could get mine before the store opened on the day it dropped, a perk of working here, along with the generous staff discount. I'm in the same boat on my Star Wars Razor Crest set though, so I know the production wait can be difficult. Is there anything else I can show you while you are here?”

Picking your jaw up off the floor after recalling the cost of the Mandalorian ship and how much this guy must really like LEGOs, you managed to resume the conversation. “Thank you, no. I devour the online and print catalogs so I'm pretty familiar with all the sets that interest me.” You turned to leave then spun back with a delighted expression. “Actually, I had forgotten I want to work on a new custom build. I like to recreate music video sets from my favorite K-pop groups. Got a little bit behind in ATEEZ releases and I still have to complete last year's final video.”

Seonghwa followed your train of thought with swiftly delivered knowledge on the level of a dedicated fan. “Oh, 'HALAZIA', that one is great.” He even did a little of the hand choreography on the spot. Not particularly smoothly, but Seonghwa was a store employee and not an idol. With a self-effacing little lick of his lips as he seemed to recall what he was supposed to be doing on the clock, he then enthusiastically asked, “You thinking the wet abandoned mall or the stadium for the scene?”

“Eventually I'll build both, but want to start with the stadium because I like the effigy.”

Seonghwa grinned as he made a beeline for the minifigure accessories. “You are going to need this western hat in black then. Wait, forgive me. If you are familiar with recreating scenes for ATEEZ you probably already have the 'HALA HALA' style hat already.”

“I'm not about to raid my 'Say My Name' or 'Answer' builds on display to get those hats so I have been buying them in bulk online every time they show up in a video. Going to need a lot of yellow pennants from the knights range though, and some more drawbridge chains to repurpose.”

With the store otherwise unoccupied, Seonghwa spent the better part of an hour excitedly talking to you as he assisted in finding the best part matches for your planned LEGO build. He impressed you with his knowledge of the full range of specialized parts, an equal to your own expertise from years of play. It felt good to meet a kindred spirit who liked to go beyond the instructions with a hobby of designing free-form creations.

The surprising shared interest in K-pop also had you warming up to the engaging salesperson. You were charmed as Seonghwa felt comfortable enough to disclose his fantasy of being in the popular six-person group ATEEZ. “I like to imagine the idols in a circle dancing to 'HALAZIA' and there I would be in the center right along with them.” The joy left his face. “You probably think I am silly.”

It was the admission that your daydreams ran like that sometimes too which cemented a mutual affection for each other. You became a regular in his store rather than purchasing online, and together would pore over the Pick-a-Brick catalog on his lunch breaks whenever you were nearby. As much as you loved the conversation, you were concerned he needed time off the subject. “Are you sure you are okay with talking LEGO parts over lunch? That means you’re not really getting away from work.”

Touched by your thoughtfulness, Seonghwa beamed and lightly placed a hand on your shoulder. “This is working on a hobby with a friend. We can call each other friends by now, right?” From that day onward you would meet up outside the store for comfortably platonic meals out or visiting each other's homes. Star Wars content and music videos became a typical reason to find yourselves together when not consulting each other on various LEGO projects.

As he again admired the collection of music video dioramas scattered around your apartment, Seonghwa had been the one to suggest sharing photos of the custom builds online. He was convincing and soon you decided to go for it. Immediately popular, the images made the rounds in both LEGO and K-pop circles. Seonghwa was tickled to discover he was credited as a consultant from the 'HALAZIA' model onward, and the next development had him over the moon.

Your latest one-of-a-kind project depicting the 'Bouncy' flaming saloon set got re-tweeted by the ATEEZ account after Yeosang mentioned in a YouTube live that he had seen the impressive photographs. Seonghwa proudly told everyone in sight at work the next day that he had been in charge of procuring all the lights and the little LEGO goat at minifigure Hongjoong's side.

Getting official recognition from KQ and the members themselves felt amazing, but the high was not to last. Seonghwa had some news about rising in his career, and as a dear friend you should have been happy for him.

Holding your hands as he sat across the dining room table at his place, Seonghwa explained the situation. “I'll still be working with LEGOs, but I'm leaving sales work.”

At first you were excited. “With all your building experience, are you going to be a LEGO Certified Professional like you've talked about? Been thinking about doing that myself. It seems like such a cool job getting the budget to dream up massive sculptures for events.”

Seonghwa did that habitual thing licking his lips again, a sign you had learned to recognize as anxiety. “Actually, I have been putting off telling you this, but the job is in LEGO's global headquarters in Denmark. I'm moving to Billund at the end of the month.”

While you tried to be stoic, you were sure he could tell the reaction was mixed as he shared more details of the promotion. This was no mere desk job Seonghwa had qualified for. To become a master builder for the company was an incredible honor and very competitive, but the cost of losing his presence was hard to take.

Wanting to do something special for your friend before he left, you booked Seonghwa a session at the glamour photography studio a few storefronts down from his shop. The few times you had picked him up after work he had often mused about getting one of the K-pop makeover sessions when walking past the studio. Although he played it off as a joke at the time, you had sensed there was a serious longing there.

When you presented him the certificate for the makeover and portrait package he hugged you the longest he ever had. Once pulled back, “Thank you,” was all he could manage, but there were tears of joy in Seonghwa's eyes that said everything.

True friend that he was, Seonghwa convinced you to share the experience because being silly together was far better than alone. So after a significant amount of coaxing on his part, and a promise of dinner out afterward, the two of you agreed anything goes and put your hair and eyebrows in the hands of the artists.

Grinning at each other through the mirrors at the styling stations, you watched Seonghwa transform. He always had been attractive, but in the hands of professionals he looked like a real idol. Gone were the Angry Bird eyebrows he had regularly joked about, now elegantly shaped. Seonghwa's natural hair color had become a white-blond, and between shading and other makeup effects he had become truly stunning.

While you would love to say your transformation had been as dramatic, Seonghwa seemed to be a perfect canvas in a way you did not, but that was okay. It was still a lot of fun, especially together. You were very glad not to have missed this opportunity. It was probably the last day seeing him in person before taking him to the airport within the week.

Hair and makeup got you halfway into character as idols for the day, but trying on various outfits for the photography session completed it. Shared laughter helped reduce your awkwardness when posing, but it was Seonghwa who really took to modeling. He had always seemed poised, but watching him go through a variety of stances and gestures gave you the feeling of watching a pro at work. It was not only you, the photographer herself commented on it in a way that felt genuine and not just part of the service. The resulting portraits alone and as a duo memorialized the fun day.

Far too soon after that Seonghwa was physically gone from your life with his relocation to Denmark. Thanks to technology you could still build together over video calls at least monthly. It took some trial and error but eventually you learned wearing a microphone helped your voices carry over the sound of rustling plastic bricks. As good as the time together was, you were sorely feeling the loss of fully being together in person. Not just his warm hugs, but there was something about Seonghwa's laughter and smiles that were not fully conveyed online.

On one chat you observed a new decoration in his home, hanging behind your friend as he talked. It was a large poster with a mostly familiar image. The six-member team of ATEEZ had surprisingly grown to eight. Seonghwa and another man had been edited into a shot on the 'HALAZIA' stadium set. The spacing was a little wonky after Seonghwa's new neighbor San had used photo editing skills to flip vibrantly red-haired Wooyoung onto the other side of the lineup leaving room to insert the two new fantasy members, but to Seonghwa it was a prized possession. The poster commemorated not just his dreams and time with you getting the K-pop makeover, but also a growing closeness with San who stood alongside him in the revised image.

Meeting San had been such a boon to Seonghwa. The hesitation originally felt over moving to a new country was eased significantly when he had the great fortune to encounter another fellow K-pop and LEGO enthusiast in his apartment building. Even if the Star Wars collection was not San's favorite, no man was perfect. You had listened eagerly to weeks of Seonghwa's developing crush on his neighbor. While some people might have felt replaced, you knew your friendship was as strong as ever, and if anything, it would be great to know yet another person who shared your passions. The way Seonghwa's face lit up every time he spoke of San left you genuinely happy for him.

When Seonghwa hesitated to ask him out, you finally recommended he have San over for dinner as thanks for easing the transition to the new city. Fortunately, San had a similar level of interest and was able to ask Seonghwa out over the course of the successful evening. You cheered as Seonghwa's giddy texts came in afterward, thanking you profusely for helping him along.

It had been over a year since he had left the mall store when Seonghwa suggested you use some of your vacation time to visit Denmark. It took little convincing before you accepted. You missed your best friend, and also there was the matter of wanting to meet the person who had won Seonghwa's heart. The plane ticket would be expensive, but at his partner San's urging the couple decided you had to stay with them while in the country. Going to the LEGOLAND theme park with the lovebirds was a day you would remember forever, but there was one thing even better.

You had thought the LEGO museum would be the trip highlight. Instead, it was getting a tour of the LEGO headquarters where Seonghwa worked. The whimsical environment changed your life. From that point on you changed your career path from LEGO Serious Play facilitator doing corporate training to any role that would lead to your own employment in Denmark. Excited by your plan, Seonghwa had some suggestions for departments best suited to your skills.

It took time, but being reunited with Seonghwa as his newest neighbor after your own move to Denmark was the best feeling ever. Commuting to LEGO headquarters together and working side by side was a dream come true. Things were just as perfect at home. Just as you were not threatened by San's romantic role in Seonghwa's life, kindhearted San was just as warmly understanding of your deep platonic love for his partner. The three of you three of you remained best friends forever, united by shared interests that had brought you and Seonghwa together in the first place.

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General Masterlist

Masterlist of Stories with No Reader Romance

[lightningmcqueenstan]

tagged my loves @arodynamics-xo and @ellearts <33

1. were you named after anyone: my first name, no but my middle name is both of my grandmothers middle names too

2. when was the last time you cried: um last night. i blame noah kahan writing songs that are so very specific to my own experiences. thanks noah 😐

3. do you have kids: thank fuck i do not. i don’t rlly like kids, i’m super awkward around them which is hilarious bc every job i have at the moment i'm working with kids directly😁 my therapist would be proud of me stepping out of my comfort zone ig

4. do you use sarcasm a lot: yea i do but i might be using it wrong bc a lot of times people don’t understand what i mean 😭😭

5. what sports do you play/have you played: i currently snowboard (well not currently bc it’s june), play field hockey for my school and i lift. i used to play ice hockey, rugby and netball and i used to swim competitively, dance and do gymnastics.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people: probably their clothes. some people at my school have insane style and some people dress like they’re eight yrs old and i love seeing what everyone wears. it’s just a lot of fun and you can tell a lot about a person from the way they dress.

7. scary movies or happy endings: both! (the gc are gonna flame me for happy endings bc based on my writing….) scary movies w a happy ending are the best combo fr. i’m always rewriting canon in my head so that everyone lives and they’re all happy forever (*cough* marauders *cough*)

8. any special talents: uh i can sing?? does that count? i’m also freakishly good at word scrambles and geoguesser

9. where were you born: melbourne, australia (miss it every day)

10. what are your hobbies: crochet, baking, writing (fanfic, poetry, original stories, you name it i’ve probably written it), reading (ignore that i haven’t read a book without needing to for about six months), LEGO (I FUCKING LOVE LEGO), wasting time on tiktok and netflix, and absorbing as much knowledge about motorsport as i can

11. do you have any pets: i have a dog and she’s my favourite person in the whole world. she’s very pretty but absolutely batshit and i would die for her

12. how tall are you: last time i checked i was around 5’7 ish

13. favorite subject: chem and physics (am i any good at them? yeah kinda actually) yes im insane thanks for asking

14. dream job: working for an f1 team (red bull <3 not picky tho lmao) either as mechanic or an engineer. as long as i get to work trackside at least once in my life i will die happy.

15. eye color: blue, but depending on the weather it changes shades ??? like in winter they’re much more grey but in summer my eyes are a brighter blue idk

umm idk who to tag so feel free ig

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

The Super Mario Bros. Movie may be the most literal adaptation of a video game I’ve ever seen. I can just picture an emergency meeting at the studio where Matt Fogel told some executive “We have a problem. I’ve written the plot but I’m pretty sure it's only about 45 minutes' worth of movie. Also, the characters are thin and obvious”. The response? “Well then, cram in as many references to the Super Mario movies as you can and keep cramming until you have a product that meets our 92 minute quota. This should also take care of that 'character' problem you've foolishly highlighted”.

Mario (voiced by Chris Pratt) and Luigi (Charlie Day) are “The Super Mario Brothers”; the plumbers Brooklyn calls when the day needs saving. At least that’s what they’d like to be. When Mario and Luigi get sucked into a warp pipe, they land in the middle of an impending war between Bowser (Jack Black), his army of Koopas and the nearby Mushroom Kingdom. Worse, Luigi falls into Bowser's clutches. Desperate to save him, Mario goes to the Mushroom Kingdom’s Princess Peach (Anya Taylor-Joy) for help.

I vividly remember seeing the 1993 Super Mario Bros. Movie for the first time and feeling so disappointed that it looked and felt NOTHING like the games. I hated it and wished it was different. Well, that finger on that monkey’s paw menacingly curled alright. Be careful what you wish for.

Brought to us by Illumination, this is a good-looking movie. I can also praise Jack Black as Bowser, who is clearly having a blast, particularly when his character expresses his love for Peach through song. This is not a musical but the picture makes a great effort to give Bowser some much needed personality and it accomplishes this by giving him a few key eccentricities. Even if you know the incoming tune, it’ll still have you laughing out loud. I wish I had more good things to say. It moves at a fine pace? Kids watching won’t be bored? Sure. Let’s go with that.

For many years, you could count the number of good video game-based films on a single hand. The Super Mario Bros. Movie shows why. I’d wager that Mario is the most recognizable video game character of all time. Nearly every game featuring the Italian-American plumber would still be fun today. What the games do not have, however, is a story. There’s an objective, there are enemies and there’s a distinct visual style. That’s not enough and the source material isn’t an excuse. The Lego Movie proved even a no-story property can make for interesting characters and an intelligent plot with something to say. Super Mario Bros. is closer to Playmobil: The Movie. Not THAT bad, but so much of it feels like a commercial.

The story is so basic and the jokes aren't innovative but that's "ok" because they're slathered with endless references/easter eggs. Some are subtle, like background graphics that reference Jump Man. Others are so painfully in-your-face you groan. It’s not enough for the heroes to race to their destination; they have to be inside the same vehicles players use in Mario Kart, on a rainbow road like you would see in the game. Then the characters at the front of the group have to be taken out by a blue, flying shell. We know it's a blue flying shell because the character who “throws” it tells us it's a blue flying shell. It’s as if Nintendo was scared all of their games would suddenly vanish from existence so they had to write down reminders for themselves of everything featured in all of them.

You might argue those references are what we came here to see. I suppose you're partially right but so much of the film is spent reminding us of why we bought our tickets it forgets to do anything else but the bare minimum. You'll remember you've seen this picture but you won't learn anything new from it about any aspect of the franchise, its fans or creation.

I’m probably being harsher on this film than I should be but here’s the thing. There are so many other, better things you could be doing instead of watching this The Super Mario Bros. Movie. Playing any Mario game, for instance. At least there you’re actively participating and developing your hand-eye-coordination. You’ll probably laugh harder and have more fun too. The Super Mario Bros. Movie is just a way to exploit an already-existing property - and audiences. (Theatrical version on the big screen, May 12, 2023)

[harudnae]

✨ One Piece brainrot zone ✨

🔸 About me

Nae [naˑe]

awkward potato born '89

queer af - they/them please

fanfic writer & casual cosplayer

English and French + a secret third thing, some Spanish and Italian, a few words of Japanese

sporadic updates for now [WIP]

You can find all my works on AO3, there's a lot more there than on tumblr.

🔓 My fics were locked for some time on AO3 but I always wanted them to be available for anyone so fuck it: they're fully accessible again. Feed them into an AI and I'll curse you to walk barefoot on Lego pieces every single day.

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✅ DL;DR = Ship And Let Ship + YKINMKATO.

⚠️ Minors DNI with 18+ content.

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Canon is tagged as accurately as I can:

#op manga, #chapter xxxx for manga panels

#op sbs for the extra data Oda gives us with each volume

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I'm usually up-to-date on the manga so I'll tag #op spoilers for those who follow the anime only (I need to find a better system, suggestions welcomed)

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I tag characters with first names only: search #shanks for Red-Hair Shanks, #luffy for Monkey D. Luffy, etc.

And there are a few groups I tag too: #mugiwara no ichimi for the Straw Hats, a few iconic groups like #asl brothers, #monster trio, #sabaody trio, #cross guild and other crews you'll find under #roger pirates, #whitebeard pirates, #heart pirates, etc.

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✔️ You liked an idea I had and want to expand on it? You didn't like the way I ended a story and want to fix it? Go wild, have fun! Fanart, translations and podfics are happily welcomed too! Just tell me beforehand so I know about your work and I can link it into mine, and I'll also ask that you credit my work for inspiration too.

Caveat : I'd prefer all derivative works to be posted on AO3 (their "Related Works" system is great, let's use it), but I may give permission to post them on another platform too.

TL;DR : I'm pretty chill, so reach out to me before you do anything with my fics, please, and thank you.

❌ That being said, I do not, ever, consent to my works being reposted on Wattpad or FanFiction.net! I have accounts on both sites, and I will report if need be. (That includes translations and podfics, I'm familiar with DMCA takedown requests and I will fill new ones if necessary.)

💀 Don't feed anything I ever write or post into an AI. Period.

Latest update : 2024.10.23

[notmuchtoconceal]

if you send me another ask before i get to the last one, i'm gonna delete it without reading it, so you can waste your time if that's what gets your rocks off, guy. it brings you catharsis, pleasure, memories of better days, the more i pay attention to you, and let the truth of my evident benevolence wash over you. you know damn well the more you engage with me, the more my natural urge to pity you will kick in. you know you can wear me down with persistence, because that's always been central to your strategy, bein the lil guy tirin out the big mean brute. what i admire most about your shotgun approach to conversation is often how you make so many accusations at once, it's difficult, nay impossible, to refute them all without going point-by-point, matching you paragraph for paragraph. at times, needing to be succinct, for i have other things to do, and other people to talk to, i will respond with a digest, usually for you make so many points at once -- you know, sometimes if you give me a day or two, a week or two, a month, a year or three, it might give me the time i need to fully absorb and consider every fine point of your query (for in truth, i can detect far more than is present in the mere expression of your words) -- because you know, it's quite inconsiderate that you seem to think people need to render themselves into a clean summation so you can needly arrange them in your lego block world. i honestly can't tell which of your opinions are real and which of them are designed to appeal to what you imagine is my sensibility, or generate some effect. i'll usually change my manner of speaking or my style to engage with a different audience, both to establish rapport and to deliver my points in a more familiar language, but you seem to radically shift opinion and personage depending on the topic of conversation, and i can't seem to tell if this is because you're looking to maximally game someone or because your fractured mind is trapezing between multiple points of view with no capacity to resolve them. it's hard for me to tell if you're mentally ill in the dangerous way or the pitiable way. you don't market yourself well enough. one minute you want pity, then you snap, and it's hard to tell if it was a trap or if you're simply stupid, like a cat would be. why don't you roll around my lap and meow and make me want to pat your head?

[hassedah]

Hi, could you write general headcanons about Ethan?

General headcanons about Ethan :

Hello ^-^ ! I hope you are well ^^. Here are the headcanons about Ethan I hope you like them ^^. Have a nice day and take care of yourself ^-^ !

The water in his bath is so hot that he comes out every time as red as a crayfish. Beliath has already advised him to stop and take care of his skin but he can't help it, it's the only thing that really calms him down when he's angry.

Ethan has already organised a paintball with Ivan, Beliath and Aaron in the mansion. Vladimir nearly fainted when he saw the paint on the curtains.

He sometimes hides behind doors to scare Vladimir (he is an easy target because the aristocrat has very bad reflexes).

 He has a portable DVD player, a gift from Beliath. He watches his favourite films in his room, usually wrapped up in his blankets and with popcorn.

He loves Star Wars.

Beliath offered him R2-D2 to build in lego. Since then he has discovered a passion for Star Wars legos.

Beliath bought him a punching bag in the mad hope that he would stop slamming doors when he's upset. It's a total failure, not only because he keeps slamming doors, but because hitting the punching bag only makes him angrier.

Ethan is a big fan of DC while Ivan largely prefers Marvel. This is a regular topic of dispute between them.

He's done Ouija in the mansion a few times (until Aaron fell on him). This has ended badly several times by the way.

Once, Ethan convinced Ivan to do Ouija with him in the living room, and the piano has been playing by itself ever since. They never admitted it to the others so as not to get blown into the bronchi.

Every year he looks forward to the funfair coming back to town. He could spend hours on the thrill rides and with his vampiric powers he doesn't even have to worry about the exorbitant prices of the rides. He also takes the opportunity to bring Raphael some candy and Aaron some roasted peanuts.

He loves to have water bomb fights in the summer in the garden. Even though Vladimir comes to yell at them for running next to his flowers. (He usually ends up participating too).

He really likes it when Aaron teaches him how to fight with a sword. It's not his weapon of choice, but it's quite fun.

He continues to actively learn about medical advances. This is one of his main occupations when he is not at the Moondance. He would like to replace his medical equipment with more modern ones. He would also like to find an anaesthetic that really works on them. Operating on his friends without anaesthetic is not his preference.

He loves to contradict Vladimir. Even when he might agree with him. Watching the aristocrat get angry is something he finds really amusing.

His favourite season is winter. Everything is quiet, the landscape around the manor is beautiful and he can go out and ski in the area. He's quite good at it, by the way.

His hair never wants to stay styled, he doesn't know what to do to make it obedient.

At first he was practising shooting in the garden, but with the arrival of Raphael and his auditory sensitivity he had to move away a little.

He likes to go walking in the forest with Aaron.

He is very good at the yo-yo. It was one of his favourite toys as a child and he still has one today. He sometimes plays it at Vladimir's "extremely" important meetings, which only annoys the aristocrat.

He is always frankly surprised when the other members of the manor give him a present. He knows that he is not the most pleasant person, so he does not expect to be given anything.

That's also why he takes it badly when his flatmates ask him how he's doing. He have the impression that it is not sincere.

He broke his ankle because of a stupid bet with Beliath. That's why others don't like it when they make bets.

He was a great coffee drinker when he was human. So he was quite disappointed to see that after his transformation the taste of coffee had become unpalatable to him. He only started drinking it again when he arrived at the manor and found that he enjoyed the taste again.

He often goes to the sport hall with Beliath when he is not at the Moondance. Mainly in winter as it gets dark earlier and they can stay there longer before closing time.

He goes to the cinema with Beliath at least once a month. They usually go to see action or horror films.

[solarisstyles]

MS. HONEY: TEACHER APPRECIATION WEEK

Pairing: Harry Styles x F!Reader Word Count: 2.7k+ Warnings: tooth rotting fluff! Summary: It takes a village to raise a special needs child. Gemma's son is growing up and starting kindergarten in the fall. Uncle Harry is struggling with not being able to spend all day, everyday, with his nephew who he's grown quite attached to. When he accompanies Gemma and Arlo on his first day of school, he meets Ms.Honey. Harry decides Kindergarten might not be so bad after all. A/N: For the sake of the story, Gemma and Harry live in the states. I know more about the school system in America than the UK so it just made sense! This story is not meant to be a 100% depiction of what a family of this dynamic is like. Harry and Gemma Styles are very real people and are only being used for fictional purposes!

*please like and reblog to help your local fic writers*

Dear Students and Parents,

This week is Teacher Appreciation Week! Every day this week we will be celebrating our staff and teachers to let them know how much we care for them. Below is a list for what the theme will be each day this week. Help us show our teachers and staff how much we appreciate their hard work! 

-Mrs.Rina(Principal)

Monday:

We’re Muffin Without You!- Surprise a staff member or teacher with their favorite treat.

Tuesday:

Tasty Tuesday!- Volunteer to serve a sponsored breakfast.

Wednesday:

We’re WILD About Our Staff!- Thank a staff member with their favorite flower, or a gift/hand made picture of their favorite animal.

Thursday:

Thankful Thursday!- Treat a staff member with a gift card or hand made card!

Friday:

Phantasmagoric Palette!- Ask your teacher her/his favorite color and wear it!

- - - - - - - -

Sunday;

Sunday mornings are Harry’s favorite day of the week. Sitting with Gemma at her dining room table with a hot cup of tea in front of him. He watched Gemma scoot about through her kitchen to make Arlo breakfast. 

Scooby Doo was on the TV in the living room for Arlo to watch while he played with his legos. His occasional giggles would make Harry smile a little brighter.

“You’re daydreaming again.” Gemma said while flipping a pancake on the electric griddle.

Shifting his gaze from the window to his sister, he looked at her bashfully, then glanced back down to his tea, “Sorry. You know it’s hard to stop once I start.”

A plate of pancakes was sat down in front of him along with a bottle of syrup, engulfing his senses with the sweet and buttery smell.

“Eat. It’ll perk you up some.” Gemma ordered, giving him a small smile.

Rolling his eyes, Harry picked up his fork and poured some syrup on the pancakes. Using his fork to cut them up and eat them while he slowly sipped on his tea in between bites.

“So, what’s got you in such a daze?” Gemma asked, plating up more pancakes for her and Arlo.

Harry hesitated to answer, nervous about how Gemma would react. He pushed the syrup around on his plate, dragging his fork through it as a distraction while he built up the nerve. “You remember a few weeks ago when we all helped with the field day?” he asked, glancing up at his sister.

Setting the plates down on the table, Gemma leaned against the table with one hand while propping the other on her hip, “Of course I do. What about it?” she asked, arching an eyebrow suspiciously.

“When everyone left, it was just me and Honey. She noticed my face was sunburned and pulled out some aloe to rub on my face. Uh, well…I might have made a move on her and we kissed.” Harry rambled, blushing madly.

Gemma stared at him with a mixture of astoundment and unsurprised. “Well for one I’m shocked you had your first kiss in her classroom, but I’m also not shocked after that little water balloon fight you both had. The tension is thick enough for a knife to cut.”

“I’ve never had a first kiss like this Gemma.” he sighed, setting down his fork. “There were fireworks. Not sparks. Fireworks. I’m positive she felt them too.”

“Sounds like Harry is in loveee.” Gemma teased, cutting up Arlo’s pancakes for him, then calling him to the table.

Harry felt a giant knot in his stomach. Love. That was a big word to use for somebody he wasn’t officially dating. It’s not something he can confidently say he’s ever experienced to know the signs either.

“Harry?”

“What?”

“Don’t overthink it.” Gemma said, sitting next to him and starting to eat her own pancakes. “By the way! Next week is Teacher Appreciation Week. The flier is hanging on the fridge if you want to look at it.” Pointing to the fridge with his fork.

Glancing at the fridge, Harry saw the piece of paper Gemma was talking about. “Did you plan on doing anything?” Harry asked, looking back to Gemma.

“Of course.” Gemma said as if it was obvious. “There might be some days you can do too. So give it a look when you’re done.”

Quickly finishing up his breakfast, he took his plate and mug to the sink, rinsing it off before turning to the fridge to read over the theme for each day. “Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday seem the most open for me.” patting his pants to make sure he had his wallet and phone, he looked back over to Gemma, “I’m running to the store to pick up a few things. Do you need anything?” he asked, pulling his phone out to snap a picture of the paper.

Amused by Harry’s sudden urgency, she shook his head, “We’re fine. Go buy your gifts for your girl.” she dismissed with a wave of her hand.

- - - - - - - -

Monday:

We’re Muffin Without You!

As all your students entered the room, they quickly came up to you with excitement to give you the treats their parents had picked out. You assure them that you would look through each gift at the end of the day and that they’ve made you feel extremely loved today.

The day came and went with ease, not having any major hiccups to tend to with your students. Easy days like these were always cherished in your classroom.

As dismissal came around and your kids slowly left, you leaned back in your chair and sighed. The silence welcomed you in a warm embrace till it was interrupted by a soft knock on your door. Looking up to see Harry standing there with a soft smile on his face as he admired you.

“Sorry for interrupting your down time. I just wanted to personally drop this off to you.” he said, holding up a grocery bag.

Beckoning him inside, you sat up in your chair, “Well bring it here then.” you said, making grabby hands for the bag.

Harry laughed, walking over to you and handing you the bag, which you accepted with glee.

Opening the bag, you glanced at its contents and gasped, pulling out the container of banana nut muffins.  “For the sweet to my nut.” you read the writing scribbled on top of the container. Snorting with laughter, you covered your mouth in embarrassment. 

Harry looked at you amused, “You like that?” he asked, trying not to laugh himself.

“I love it.” you assured him, popping open the container to grab a muffin. “Banana nut is my favorite.” taking a bite out of the muffin you couldn’t help but moan, “Oh my God these are amazing!” you raved, looking at the brand he bought. “I’ll have to remember this next time I go grocery shopping!”

Puffing his chest out proudly, Harry smiled, brushing off his shoulder “Yeah, not to brag but I’ve got good taste.” he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes fondly, “Well I appreciate your good taste. Thank you.” setting down your muffin, and leaning over your desk to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

His green eyes looked back into your own as you pulled away, an emotion swimming in them that you couldn’t quite put a finger on identifying.

Gently caressing your cheek, he then softly spoke, “There’s more to come for you this week darling. I hope you expect to be spoiled.” giving a small smile and a playful wink, he kissed your cheek in return. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” 

“Okay.” you softly said in return, leaning into his touch.

Giving you a final kiss to your forehead, he said goodbye, smiling at your gentle gentle echo of a farewell as he walked out the classroom door.

- - - - - - - -

Wednesday:

We’re WILD About Our Staff!- Thank a staff member with their favorite flower, or a gift/hand made picture of their favorite animal.

“Oh my goodness! Thank you so much Arlo!” you gushed as he handed you the stuffed lion. Flashbacks to the zoo played through your head as you admired the small stuffed animal. 

Arlo giggled at your reaction, “Zoo!” he said, clearly having the same thoughts as you. 

You nodded enthusiastically, “Yes! That’s exactly what I thought of too. Thank you Bub.” The nickname has grown on you since hearing Harry speak it so fondly.

As you were in the middle of your reading lesson, there was a knock on the door. Pausing where you were, you walked over and opened it. Nancy stood there with a giddy smile on her face and an arm full of wildflowers, “special delivery!” she said, handing them off to you.

“Oh, wow!” you said, cradling the vase in your arms. “Who are they from?” you asked, looking from the flowers to her.

Nancy smiled at you, “Oh, just some guy. Called himself Mr.Honey.” she winked, turning to walk back to the front desk.

Sighing and shaking your head, you gently closed the door and walked the flowers back to your desk. Some of the boys making teasing remarks about you having a crush which just made you laugh.

Adjusting the vase to sit perfectly on your desk, you sniffed the flowers, humming happily at the sweet smell. Pulling the small card out of the bouquet you opened it to read the note inside.

‘A queen bee as beautiful as you deserves flowers just as stunning and radiant. When you look at these and think of how pretty they are, I want you to know that’s how I feel when I look at you. -Mr.Honey.’

“Who are they from Ms.Honey?!” Sean called out, bouncing in his chair. The other students looked up at you with wide curious eyes.

Laughing, you shook your head. Of course this had all of their attention and you couldn’t blame them. If you saw somebody get handed a beautiful vase of flowers you would be nosy too. “It’s a secret admirer.” you teased, tucking the note into your desk away from their prying eyes. “Let’s focus back on our reading okay?” you decided to redirect, going back to the front of the classroom and continuing your lesson.

Later that afternoon you called Harry to personally thank him for the flowers. You made sure they arrived home with care and now have them sitting in the window sill of your kitchen that’s right above your sink.

“I was expecting you.” he answered, causing you to giggle.

“I wanted to tell you about these beautiful flowers I got today.”

“Flowers? Somebody’s got a crush.” he teased.

You couldn’t help but play along. “Yeah, he calls himself Mr.Honey and thinks I’m beautiful.”

“He sounds extremely charming. You should give him a chance.”

“I think I will. He’s pretty cute and goofy himself.”

Harry laughed, and it was then that you decided you wanted to make him laugh till his stomach hurt. Till he was laughing so hard he was silent with tears streaming down his face. Chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Butterflies invaded your stomach and your heart skipped a beat at the thought.

“I’m glad you loved the flowers Honey. By the way, you can plant them in your garden and it’s supposed to attract honey bees.”

Placing your hand over your heart, your bottom lip pouted outward, “Harry, that’s so thoughtful. I can’t believe how much thought you put into this.”

“It’s what you do for those you l-...really like.” he caught himself. Pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his face as he cringed at the almost slip up.

Thankfully you didn’t catch it though, only smiling and shaking your head as you admired the flowers. “Well, I’m glad the feeling is mutual.” the both of you were blushing like crazy on both ends of the phone. This phase took the both of you back to your youth, being up on the phone late at night with your crush, whispering cute things to each other, and refusing to hang up.

“Oh, guess what Arlo gave me today!” you said, suddenly remembering the cute gift.

“I can only imagine.” Harry chuckled. “What did he give you?”

“A stuffed lion.” you said proudly. “It reminded him of the zoo so he wanted me to have it.” picking up the stuffed animal, you held it close against your chest. “I adore that kid.”

Harry smiled at the memory, not a doubt in his mind that Arlo saw the lion and threw a fit until Gemma would buy it for you. “I adore him too. He can be off the wall but he’s a sweet kid.”

“He really is. I don’t think I would have signed on for another two years at the school if it weren’t for him.” Thinking back on the bond you had with your students, they all had their special connection to you, but you couldn’t help but feel drawn to Arlo and favor him a little bit.

“Honey, that's great!” Harry exclaimed, happy to know Arlo will get to see you for two more years.

A soft giggle slipped past your lips, “I thought you’d be happy to hear that.” 

“I’m over the moon.” Harry softly said. “I hate to cut this call short but I had an early day and my bed is calling my name. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course. Go get your beauty sleep.”

“Hmm, Goodnight Honey.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

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Thursday:

Thankful Thursday!- Treat a staff member with a gift card or hand made card!

Overwhelmed was the only word to describe it. Walking into your classroom the next morning, you were greeted by a large basket on your desk full of gifts. Slowly setting down your bag, you stood over the basket and admired it. Spotting a gift tag, you gently opened it to see who it was from.

To: Ms.Honey

From: Your Worker Bees

All the parents had gotten together to put together this gift basket for you from the class. You didn’t know what you did in a past life to get such an amazing class.

Pulling open the ribbon, you removed the plastic wrapping to see what all was inside. Mixed with the cute gifts were a few cards as well. You couldn’t wait to read them when you got home this afternoon. One of the moms made you a custom t-shirt, another personally made you a tumbler cup, some of the dad’s even pitched in a home depot gift card to be funny.

As if you couldn’t get any more emotional, each kid came in and handed you a homemade card they did themselves. The love these kids have for you, the impact you’ve made in such a short amount of time, is why you love this job. They’ve given you a purpose in life to live and you were determined to make them feel that love right back.

So, as a thank you for being such an awesome group of kids, you made popcorn and watched movies all day. Nothing fueled your happiness like the sounds of them happily chattering to one another or laughing during the film. Work could definitely wait.

Later that evening you sat down and decided to read the cards from the parents. You’d held it together pretty well until you got to Gemma’s card.

Ms. Honey,

This week is all about you and rightfully so. Words can not describe how thankful I am to have you as Arlo’s teacher. You’ve helped ease every worry I have, answering all my emails, and even my texts. The bond you and Arlo have is something I would have never imagined. He’s learned so much from you. Things I would have never had the patience to teach him. You make him feel safe and that’s all I could ever want for my child around another adult. If it wasn’t for you(and Harry honestly) I’m sure I’d be one short mishap to a ward. Thank you for all you’ve done and continue to do. My family has become infinitely happier since you’ve buzzed into our lives. You’re an amazing teacher, and an amazing friend to us parents.

Yours sweetly, Gemma

Ps- Sorry for the bee pun Pss- Not really though

TAG LIST: @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @justlemmeadoreyou @squirreljoe @end-of-the-earth @behindmygreyeyes

[siamusotima-aranea]

Fuck it, trying again. 40-ish screenshots of different parts of the emperors castle from Episode 18 – Agony of a Witch. Plus some of my own commentary (Bafflement) Do with these Lego pieces at you see fit, and feel free to add on your own screenshots / commentary / theory's / whatever

What even are those bone things? like they're almost like ribs, but they're  everywhere and come in a wide verity of sizes, some look more like teeth, in some areas they are surrounded by fleshy mounds, like are they...plants? Do they grow? Why is the castle in a big ass hole? Like why did they dig that out to put the castle in? 

What the hell is that tower thing?? Why is it on fire?? Why does it have VEINS!?  What time is it in this shot? Like is this the ass crack of dawn? It’s kinda wild how they have like this whole procession with banners and guard and everything to take captured wild witches to the castle. Why are they there and not at the conformatorium? Do they get like, sorted at the castle, then imprisoned? Look at how fucking BIG this place is. Look, those like, teeth spikes are on the castle thingy, did they grow? do those things need to be trimmed?  or where they put there?

This was just included for scale and detail

This is just beautiful, but also like...what is it depicting exactly? Ok, yeah bow down to Mr. big ego, but whos claw is that? The Titan? Like here’s a shot from the next ep

So that could maybe be a titan claw. Titans got spikey shoulders. Maybe those tooth things are growths? 

Theirs that same scene on a tapestry, but with a tree in the background. 

Now we’ve got early morning, with the kids arriving. Interesting that that tower thingy isn’t on all the time. Interesting seeing that the veiny area had some broken bits. I really wonder where in the castle Belos is keeping the door, and if the tower is going to have anything to do with the day of unity big spell thingy.  Their are way less guards out now, I wonder what all they were doing in the first shot that they needed so many people out? Every time they pull out for a wide shot it makes me think about just how TINY that heart in the throne room is by comparison. 

Another angle on the tower. Yah know, was the tower even part of the castle when it was first built? Was that tower part of the plan? Their are a lot of things in the castle that look like they were added on after the fact, and the tower might be a part of that. It’s styled a little different, and where it meets the castle is broken, so, who knows

More teeth. also the doors are fucking massive.  (I’m gonna post this part and keep adding shots shortly.) 

[an-aussie-button-masher]

Have LEGO Games Lost Their Charm?

   You see it happen to a lot of long-running game series. Over time, the developers try more unique and different mechanics and themes to keep up with modern gaming trends, but often the original style of the series ends up lost in all the shiny new features. Now, I promise this isn’t just a crotchety old gamer ranting about how things used to be; it’s actually very important that developers keep in mind what made their games so appealing and memorable in the first place, or risk losing the interest of their original playerbase. Take LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga for example. As Travellers’ Tales' most recent LEGO adaptation game, released 17 years after the very first LEGO Star Wars game, the difference between the two is night and day - but is it good or bad?

   It goes without saying that a lot of the new features are very welcome, and much of them still feel just as charming and entertaining as the older games. The graphics, naturally, are honestly amazing. This is by far the most gorgeous LEGO game yet, and every single planet seen in the main nine Star Wars films is open to explore and marvel at. Even the little details are impressive, like sand and snow getting stuck on parts of the characters after you wander around certain environments.    The lightsaber duel mechanics, while a bit tricky to get used to, add a highly engaging new depth to the major fight scenes from the films. In the older games, boss fights were primarily puzzle-based; the boss would hide and attack from a safe spot, and the player would need to either figure out how to reach their position or wait around to redirect one of their attacks. Now, fights are more like actual one-on-one duels, with dodges, counters and quick-time events to keep the player on their toes for the entire fight.    The free roam areas are absolutely brimming with stuff to do and collectables to find, and with the largest roster of playable characters in any LEGO game to date, I’ve had loads of fun just picking my way through the collectables and puzzles as all my favourite characters.

   With that said, not all of the fancy new mechanics capture the same feel as the older games. The blaster battles feel a bit jarringly different from the rest of the game, with an over-the-shoulder POV and firing-from-cover controls that feel like they’re right out of something like Gears of War; not exactly what you imagine when you think of LEGO game combat. The new upgrade trees, while interesting, also seem a tad out of place in a LEGO game, as do the revamped combat combos.    The fewer levels and collectables per movie also might be quite dismaying for older players, and the total lack of the series-staple character customiser is a massive disappointment for myself and a large portion of the playerbase. Finally, as in all the more recent LEGO games since LEGO Batman 2 in 2012, the fully-voiced characters instead of the mumbling and miming is definitely a “love it or hate it” situation, especially with the sheer amount of voice acting in this game.

   Veteran players, however, will be happy to see some of the returning aspects of the older LEGO games. The humour is still on point - cheesy without being annoying, with downright perfect comedic timing and gags that poke fun at some of the stranger aspects of Star Wars that even diehard fans will still giggle at. Revisiting finished levels in Free Play is still a joy with all the extra secrets that unlock, and collecting as many studs as possible will still grant that True Jedi achievement that all the fans know and love.

   Travellers’ Tales still know what lies at the heart of their games’ appeal, and despite a few questionable new choices, I can safely assure some of the still-doubtful players that LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga is absolutely worth a try. It’s not quite the exact same nostalgic feel of the original LEGO Star Wars from way back in 2005, but it’s close enough for me to say that LEGO games have not lost their charm at all.

[all-my-love-for-harry]

Make the day better.

summary: Y/N's son turns five and Harry doesn't know what to give him.

word count: 2.5k

Based on these requests:

"could you do artemis first bday with harry or christmas??"

and

"Love your writing. I have a request please, celebrating a birthday, could be Y/N, Harry or Artemis birthday"

and

"Can you do a blurb in the single mom series where Artemis is watching videos on YouTube but he sees harry in his 1d days and watches those vids and Artemis really likes and thinks one of the 1d boys are cool and stuff so harry does stuff to make Artemis happy, like maybe call that member or something? Sorry if it's trash I don't mind if you just throw it in the bin😂"

and

“I have an idea! For my shy little boy, could you do something about the moment that makes Harry realize he wants to keep y/n and Artemis forever and decides he’s going to marry her and hopefully adopt the little boy one day? Love your writing!!”

you can find more of my shy little boy here

a/n: saw these pictures and immediately thought about our little family. enjoy!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

December, 2018.

Artemis has discovered something new.

He has discovered old videos from Harry from when he was in the band. At first, he was confused as to why Harry wasn’t alone in the videos he watched like in the ones he was used to see. So Artemis did what always did when he was confused: ask.

Conveniently, Harry was invited to dinner at their house, and the first thing Artemis did when he crossed the door, was tell him. “Harry, I saw you on the TV!”

“You did? Did I look good?” He asked cheekily, sitting next to him on the sofa.

“Watch!” He turned on the television and pointed to it.

Harry chuckled when he saw his young self in the Best Song Ever music video along with the rest of his former band mates. “That’s you!” He said excitedly, clapping with his small hands.

“Yeah, buddy. I was in a band before.” Harry was happy Artemis seemed interested.

“What’s his name?” He asked, pointing one of the guys.

“The blonde one?” Harry questioned, receiving a nod from the small boy beside him. “That’s Niall.”

“He’s so cool.” He commented, kicking his legs back and forth on the couch. “He does music like you?” He asked.

“Yes, he does, mate.”

“He’s my favorite.” He decided.

“Oi! I am supposed to be your favorite!” He pretended to be offended, taking him in his arms and tickling him and making him let out a belly laugh.

“Stop! Stop!” He said in between giggles. “Harry, I’m gonna pee!”

“Say I’m your favorite.”

“You’re… you are… I can’t talk!” He laughed again and Harry stopped but didn’t let him go. “You’re my favorite, Harry.”  

Harry smiled, pleased with himself for getting the validation from an almost five year old. “Go wash up, it's almost dinner time." Artemis ran to the bathroom in the hallway as Harry walled towards the kitchen where Y/N was.

"I was a little behind but it's ready now."

"I'd help you, but you banned me from the kitchen the second i got in." The curly-haired man wrapped his hands from behind around Y/N's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"It was because Artemis has been wanting to tell you he saw the band on the TV all afternoon." She giggled, putting the knife down and turning around to face him. "He asked why your hair looked weird."

"Wha'?" He asked, his accent getting noticeably thicker. "What was wrong with me hair?"

"He didn't like the long haired look." She passed a hand through his now much shorter curls.

"And apparently Niall's his favorite, can you believe?" Harry asked in a fake offended tone.

"Artemis likes blondes because he has blonde hair, kid's logic."

"Should i dye mine?" Harry's tone now was playful, grabbing a couple of his curls.

"Please, no."

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A week after dinner, Harry was scrolling down his phone desperately, trying to find the perfect gift for Artemis.

He had invited Harry to his birthday party, and although he was nervous to meet the rest of Y/N's relatives, he was more excited to spend this day with his girlfriend and her son. It would be the first time he was there to celebrate Artemis' birthday, so he wanted it to be perfect.

And a perfect day required the perfect gift.

He just didn't know what to buy. "Doesn't he like Legos? Buy him a set." Mitch said, trying to help. They were currently in a break from a writing session and almost everyone was out to get food.

"There isn't a set he doesn't have." Harry groaned, running out of options.

"What else does he like?"

"Books, robots, music..." He paused, suddenly getting an idea. "He likes music!"

"Buy him an instrument or something." Harry rolled his eyes, letting out a he's five to Mitch. "So?! Better start them young."

"Perhaps. But for now i think i have the perfect idea." Mitch looked confused, but Harry’s smile only grew bigger.

He wrapped up the session early and called a friend to see if they could catch up while having some drinks. His right leg shocked in anticipation, looking around trying to find that one familiar face he hasn’t seen in a while.

“Styles!” Harry smiled at that unmistakably Irish accent. “It’s been so long!” The pair hugged each other.

“Far too long. How have you been?” They took a seat on the table Harry was previously sitting on.

“Pretty great actually, tour ended a little while ago but stills feels very fresh.” He sighed. “What about you? Heard you’re dating someone.” Niall sent him a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Harry breathed a laugh, touching the bridge of his nose. “I am, met her at the beginning of the year. Her name is Y/N.”

“Look at you, you’re blushing!”

“Stop it!” Harry giggle, followed by Niall. “She has a kid, he’s great. They’re great.”

“I’m happy for you, H.” The blonde man gave him a genuine smile. “Is it serious?”

“Pretty much. So Artemis, Y/N’s son, is turning five next Saturday and I’ve been trying to get him the perfect gift.”

“Any luck so far?”

“Not really.” He shook his head. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you.”

“How can I help?” He readjusted himself on his seat.

“Well, I wanted to ask you a favor.” He paused. “The other day he found the band and said, for some reason, you were his favorite.”

“Ooh, and that how made you feel?” Niall teased him, knowing he didn’t like to be second in anything, especially talking about his girlfriend’s son.

“Delightful, next question.” He rolled his eyes playfully and Niall let out a big laugh.

“So want do you want me to do then?”

“Are you free next Saturday?”

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Niall's appearance was a surprise, even for Y/N. He'd arrive later than Harry, just in time to sing happy birthday to Artemis. In the meantime Harry had to make sure everything else was perfect.

He was in charge to pick the cake up from the shop before heading to Y/N's mums' house. He already knew Ally and Ella, and they seemed to really like him so he felt a little less nervous.

Y/N told him a bunch of her friends were gonna be there, including Adam and his family so that was also nice. Harry wasn't very familiar with all of her friends but from what she always tells him, they're good people who care for her and Artemis.

Harry didn't have a key or anything so he knocked the door with one hand while holding the cake with the other. Ella opened the door, grinning at him right away. "Harry! It's so good to see you, love."

"Likewise, Ella." The woman pinched Harry's cheeks before letting him in. "Where should I put this?"

"In the kitchen! There's kids running around and we don't want them to drop the cake."

He did what she said and walked towards the kitchen, finding Ally decorating some cupcakes. "What do you think?" She took one out of the plate and showed it to him.

"Looks great. You've been practicing with the fondant." The cupcakes had a little whale on top of them, made with blue fondant.

"I made turtles, whales, crabs... Oh! Look at this little octopus!" Ally was so excited every single decoration turned out perfect, as her designated was getting the pastries done. "Y/N's changing Artemis's clothes in the guest room if you want to go upstairs with them."

He nodded, heading out of the kitchen and taking a quick look to the backyard. There were some people sitting on tables and a couple of children running around, but no one he knew so he listened to Ally and went up to look for his loves.

He knocked the door and heard Y/N say 'come in!' so that's what he did. "Harry!" Artemis exclaimed, trying to run towards him but Y/N stopped him.

"Stay still, baby. I'm trying to tie your shoes." She was knelt down in front of him, putting his shoes on. “Hi, honey.” She looked up at Harry as he bent down to give her a little peck on her lips.

“How’s the birthday boy?” Harry sat next to him on the bed and wrapped his arms around him gently.

“Did you see everyone, Harry? They’re here for me!” He said excitedly. He might be say, but he sure as hell likes the attention of his loved ones.

Harry chuckled, messing up his hair a little. “Happy birthday, mate. Couldn’t wait until it was time to open the rest of the presents, so here’s mine.” He handed him a small box wrapped nicely with a bow on the top.

Artemis took it excitedly and was about to tear the wrapping paper apart but Y/N took his hand gently. “What do we say to Harry, darling?”

“Thank you, Harry!” Artemis threw himself at the older man. “Can I open it?”

“Of course, it’s yours.” Artemis offered him a toothy smile, opening the box. Inside there was a package of professional colors, there was one in every shade. “I know how much you like your color books, and these are the best colors ever.”

“Wow, thank you, Harry. I love them.” The small boy hugged him one more time. “Look, mummy!”

“I see, they’re so pretty.”

Artemis hugged Harry once more before hopping off the bed. “Can I go with nana Ally now?”

“Yes, but leave your gift here, okay?” He nodded before handing his mum the box and running out of the room and off to find his nana. “Did you seriously buy professional colors to a five year old?” She asked with a smile, shaking her head in disbelief.

“What? He loves to paint.”

“Thank you.” Y/N said, kissing Harry’s cheek. “It was very sweet of you.”

Harry gave her a dimpled smile. “You look stunning, love.” Y/N was wearing a long, white summer dress with little sunflowers on it, paired with some heels.

“So do you.” She gave him another kiss. “Let’s go, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Going around greeting everyone, Harry had a hold on his phone all the time making sure Niall had the right address to get there in time. Y/N’s mums made a perfect job decorating the backyard, there were balloons everywhere and the tables had different marine animals on the center.

Artemis loved the ocean a lot, considering he lived in London and there wasn’t many beaches to go, he liked watching pictures and documentaries of it. So Y/N thought that instead of taking him to the ocean, she brought the ocean to him.

“Harry, sweetie, would you take the cake out of the fridge and bring it to the table?”

He nodded and went inside again. At the same time he was crossing the door, someone rang the doorbell so Harry went straight to open it, eager for Niall to arrive. “Didn’t want to show up empty handed so I bought the lad a little something. It’s a train set.” Niall said as soon as Harry opened the door.

“I’m glad you made it, mate.” They hugged and Harry closed the door behind them. “We’re about to cut the cake, he’ll be so happy to meet you.”

Harry was so excited for this surprise, ever since Artemis ‘discovered’ his band, he’s been obsessed with Niall so the curly-haired man couldn’t wait to see the look in Artemis’ face when he sees the blonde man walking into his party. He grabbed the cake before leading Niall outside where everyone was.

Y/N was the first one to notice the new man walking in, and her eyes grew wider when she recognized him. She walked towards them with a confused smile on her face. “Harry?”

“You must be Y/N.” The Irish man said with a grin. “Hope it’s okay that I’m here.”

“Uh, yeah. It’s great. Nice to meet you.” She offered him her hand for him to shake.

“I brought Niall to surprise Artemis.” Harry said proudly.

“Oh my, he’s going to be so happy, let me bring him over here.” Y/N went off to find her son. She’d never expect Harry to actually bring Niall for Artemis but it was a very sweet, thoughtful thing. “Honey, come here. There’s someone who wants to meet you.”

The five year old stopped running and walked towards his mum to take her hand and let her lead him to where Niall and Harry were. When he spotted Niall, he got all shy and hid behind her legs, like he always did when he got nervous.

Niall noticed it and crunched down to his eye level. “Hi, bud. A little bird told me you liked my music.” Artemis looked at him with big doe eyes, curious to know what was in the box Niall was holding. “Happy birthday, mate.” He handed him the gift and Artemis shyly took it from him.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Oh my god, he’s adorable.” Niall said, looking up to Y/N and Harry. “Call me Niall, okay? It’s nice to meet you, buddy.”

Artemis finally smiled at him, letting go of the hold he had on his mum’s dress. He came closer to Niall and started talking, Y/N and Harry looked at each other as she took one of his hands in hers to intertwine their fingers.

It was time to cute the cake and Artemis was stood on a chair behind it with Y/N by his side and everyone around him. She motioned Harry to come stand with them and he gladly did so. They sang happy birthday to Artemis and the boy had a big, toothy smile on his face the whole time.

Eventually the guests started to leave, but Artemis didn’t let Niall go before giving him a big, tight hug before making him promise they’d see each other again. Just before all the guests left, Artemis fell asleep and Harry had to take him upstairs to the room Y/N’s mums had for him. When he came down again, everyone was gone and his girlfriend was just finishing picking up some things outside so he went out to help her.

“Did you see how happy he was the whole day?” She said.

“Yeah, he enjoyed it.”

“It was really thoughtful of you to bring Niall, you know?” Y/N walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “He was very excited for it.”

“It was my pleasure, love to see him smile.”

“Thank you.” She told him, cupping his face with her hands.

“For what?”

“Today was good, but you definitely made it better. So thank you.”

Harry smiled happily before leaning down to capture her lips on a sweet kiss, making her smile against his lips. It was good to finally feel he belonged somewhere, and slowly started to feel they were becoming his own family. He’d never deny the way his heart skipped a beat every time Artemis laughed, or when Y/N smiled. Harry found himself wanting to be forever there for the two of them, for every single birthday, anniversary, everything.

He was in love not only with Y/N but with Artemis too, and he knew that feeling was never gonna go away.

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Sparkle

Genre: Fan Fiction (Sand Castle)

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: It’s so fluffy!

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: thank you @rmtndew​ for the edit of Sy in glasses :D More Sy and Wispy? Why yes! 

Henry Cavill Master List

“Uncle Sy,” Annie giggled at her uncle, as he pulled a face. “Sit still.” Her voice going firmer.

Beside her, Willow had her hand on her hips shaking her head at their uncle. “Uncle Sy, we need you to stay very still.”

“Fine, fine.” He gave in sitting statue straight, still as could be.

“Close your eyes, please.” Annie instructed.

Doing as he was asked, Sy closed his eyes and leaning against the couch to support his back. Cross legged on the floor, a mound of pillows under him, he fought the smirk that kept threatening to creep onto his face. The two little girls painting the floral scented mud, clay, paint? Whatever the cool, thick stuff was onto his face. Around his beard, across his cheeks and forehead. Sy felt the soft brush that Aimee had handed them against his skin.

“You know Sy,” Aimee's voice greeted him, yet his eyes remained closed, “this stuff is actually pretty good. It might even help brighten that complexion of yours. Tired and sunburned was so last year.”

Snorting, Sy shook his head, both nieces scolding him for moving while they tried to apply the mask. Directing him to pucker his lips, Willow stood in front of him, a glob of lip moisturizer on her brush, she slapped it on spreading it thickly against his red chapped lips. The girls were taking good care of their Uncle Sy.

At least they wanted to do it at home this time. Sy was unsure of the product quality, but the service was far better and cheaper than when he'd taken them to an actual spa. Now that had been a sight, the look on the woman's face when the giant, bearded man in boots strode into the salon with the two little girls in tow. Despite the initial shock, Sy had to hand it to them, those ladies were magical.

He'd left feeling like his hands, feet, and face had been kissed by angels and butterflies. Hell, he'd even let Willow and Annie pick out a polish for his toes. Sitting in the chair chatting with the woman painting his toes, while his nieces had watched from their own pedicure chairs, Sy learned that men coming in to dote on their daughters and nieces wasn't really all that uncommon. He, however, was one of the first to ask for Pompeii Purple toes. The shade had really brought out his eyes.

In his sister's living room, Sy chuckled when Willow announced that he absolutely needed to trim that scraggly beard of his. In their life time, neither of his nieces had ever bore witness to their uncle without his beard. He liked it too much to part with it. Besides, the women loved it. Clearing his throat, Sy opened his eyes, a mocking frown on his face.

“Don't you dare touch my beard, understood bub?” He smirked. Willow nodded and Annie, standing just out of sight giggled. “There will be no cutting of my beard, until I say so.”

“Oh come on, Sy.” Aimee teased from the kitchen. “You could use a trim,” she winked at Annie.

“I would prefer to do it myself, thank you sister dearest.” He winked at Willow, a near impossible task with the clay beginning to set on his face.

“What if we just make it pretty?” Annie piped up, shuffling into the room with a hairbrush and bows in her hands. “Can we?”

“Please, Uncle Sy.” Willow pulled out the puppy dog eyes. Bouncing on her tip toes with excitement.

Playfully grumbling, Sy waited a minute or two. Letting the little girls get antsy before agreeing. Under some conditions. Nothing but a comb and some pink sparkly bows went into his beard. If they so much as tugged the wrong way, Sy was combing it himself. His beard was his pride and joy, right after his Wispy. He'd worked hard over the years to grow this bad boy.

“Gently,” He reminded them, lifting his chin for Willow to gingerly take the comb through his thick beard.

Climbing onto the couch behind him, Annie sat with her legs crossed gently rubbing a hair brush through his growing curls. A full out pamper day wasn't entirely bad. Enjoying his “spa treatment”, Sy winced when he heard Aimee giggling like a child on too much sugar. He knew his sister well enough to know that this was not going to be good.

“Aim, what in the hel-ck are you doing?” Sy asked glancing at his sister. Her phone poised as she giggled and shrugged.

“I thought ma might like to see. Maybe fire one off to the boys. You still in touch with the Major? Show him what retirement does for ya?”

“You wouldn't dare,”

“Send one to the Major? No. But I would send it to ma and everyone else we know. Come on Sy, you're adorable. You should let me share this on that mommy blog, it would be a hit.” She laughed. “Former Army Captain attacked by Girl Scouts.”

Sy replied with a grunt. More than one single mother, and a few not so single, on that damn blog Aimee was part of had themselves hot and bothered for the youngest Syverson. Every time Aimee mentioned her brother, at least one woman would ask if he was seeing somebody or how he liked children, who weren't his. Sy liked children fine, but he had no interest in taking on any to parent.

“Leave Uncle Sy alone,” Willow pouted, as she put the last bow into his beard. “Don't be mean, mommy.”

“I wasn't being mean, baby girl. Uncle Sy and I were teasing. Now, why don't you finish up those bows and help him wash his face. You can't leave the mask on too long, remember.”

“Oops,”

“It's okay bub,” Sy pulled away from the hair styling by Annie. “You ladies clean up a bit out here and I will go clean my face off.”

Striding down the hall, Sy could feel the clay on his face hardening and drying. If nothing else his pores would be flawless for a few days. Chuckling as he went, he could hear Annie and Willow in the living room. No doubt discussing their next plan for their uncle's beauty treatment. If he had to, there was a lovely yellow nail polish that he'd been eyeing in the box of tricks. It may not be the right season for yellow, but it would surely make the hair on his big toes really pop.

In the bathroom, he grabbed a wash cloth and turned the taps. Allowing the water to reach a nice, warm temperature he began scrubbing the dried clay away from his face. The bows in his hair and beard were a sight to behold. Admiring the handy work, Sy stood for a few seconds looking at the man in the mirror. The one grizzled, gruff, hard as nails and fearless Captain was reduced to a soft and gentle giant.

He loved spending the time with the kids, allowing them to have their fun, before Uncle Sy packed up and drove back across town. It was no wonder people were forever asking him when he'd have his own. Ah well, it was better this way. Sy enjoyed the company of the kids, but all the time and he would be even more grizzled and cranky than he was when he was stationed over in the desert.

Being home had it's perks, like getting to be with his family whenever he wanted. Having sleepovers with the kids, whenever Willow decided that he was lonely in his house. Or how she was forever trying to set him up with any woman they came across, while he had her out. That one was less and less cute, especially as she had somehow been targeting only married women lately.

The last thing Sy wanted was to get his ass kicked by some woman's husband or wife, for hitting on their wife because some kid said she was pretty. Shaking his head, he finished checking himself in the mirror to make sure he had all of the clay off.

Cleaned up and refreshed Sy joined the girls in the living room.

“Ladies, what's next?”

“Lunch!” “Make up!”

Laughing at their very different ideas, he nodded to Annie. “I agree lunch is the much better idea, make up can be after.”

“But mommy said we could go out for lunch. You can't go out unless you have a proper face on.” Willow pouted. Annie sighed. Her cousin had a point.

“Girls,” Aimee spoke, she was about to do everything in her mom power, to get Sy out of this one. As amused as it would be, seeing her brother go to lunch in a full face of make up.

“No, no she's right.” Sy nodded in agreement. “Aim, why not let Annie do your make up and Wispy can do mine. Then we'll all be ready for lunch, hel-ck, I'll even pay. Treat all of my girls.”

“Yeah!” The cheers went up from the girls.

Aimee, rolling her eyes and making a mental note to kill her brother later on. She would never forgive him, nor forget. Some day, she would get him back.  This is when she should suggest wearing their best dresses – Sy included. Instead, she'd pay him back when he least expected. Maybe the next time, she'd insist they go for lunch wearing some over the top princess costumes.

Sy chuckled, what did they have to lose? At 11 years old, Annie was more than capable at putting together some make up. Willow was eccentric with her colour palate, but Sy wasn't worried much about that.

“Mommy, please. Please, we can all do our make up and go for lunch.”

“I hate you,” Aimee whispered passing her laughing brother, sitting down on the floor. “Okay, girls, let's get to it. Then we can make Uncle Sy take us for the best lunch, we've ever had.”

“Drive thru at Burger King isn't that fancy,” laughing, Sy nudged his sister with his elbow.

“Oh, but Sy if we have our best faces on, we need something better than cheap burgers in a bag. I was hoping maybe we could go to Janet's.”

It was Sy's turn to roll his eyes and stifle a groan. Of course Aimee would insist they go inside to eat. Saturday was the busiest day of the week for the small diner. Whatever, Sy was man enough to take it. With more confidence than anyone had ever seen, he would walk into that diner, head high, and his beard bows sparkling. The things he did to keep these children happy.

If it meant buying a hundred ponies, wearing full make up, and walking across a floor of legos – Sy would do it all to see these kids smile.

“I love Janet's!” Willow squealed dancing on her tiptoes, nearly poking her uncle in the eye with the eye shadow brush she was using. The hot pink creme shadow she had chosen for him was really going to pop with his dark beard. “Uncle Sy, please. Please can we go? You said that you would take me there the next time we went for lunch, you said that I could have a big sundae and...”

“Sy?” A sideways glance at her baby brother, Aimee puckered her lips for Annie to apply some lipstick. Offering the kids ice cream as a meal wasn't a crime, but it would explain why they sometimes came home bouncing around like mad hornets in an old coke can.

“Wispy, you're not supposed to tell your ma that I let you at ice cream as a meal.”

“Sorry, but can I?”

“Maybe for dessert, you can Annie can shade a giant sundae.” Aimee reasoned.

“Fine, but the next time we go....” Staring at her uncle, Willow pouted.

“Whatever you want, bubs.” Smirking at his sister, Sy conveniently pointed to the blush in the bag, asking Willow if she thought the orangeish colour would work for him.  “Whatever you want.”

[chim-aera]

tips for enjoying surviving your teenage years by a tired 19 year old

aka things I wish I knew around those years...

first off, I know when you're around the age of 13 to 18, crap is really, really confusing.

I mean, it seems like yesterday you were ordering kids menus and running around like a maniac at playgrounds and suddenly you're a teenager. what the heck that's supposed to mean.

but, listen, nothing changed. just because you're suddenly on the "brink of maturity" you're not bby you're still a child doesn't mean you can't just literally do whatever you want no matter how stupid it is. so here's a list of stuff to do when you feel panicked about being teenager or just adulthood problems in general (all 19 and 20 year olds you can read this too, i know exactly how this feels XD)

experiment. kiddos, look, you do not, by any means, have to appear put together and/or well rounded AT ALL

HAVE FUN and please don't try to come off as cool. be dumb. it's so much fun in the long run.

dye your hair. cut your hair. experiment with clothing styles. dress like an emo, or an anime character, or preppy or punk. anything. try it all. you'll learn something or just have fun in the process.

don't worry too much about your appearance. you're gonna be a hormone fueled zitty rage monster sometimes, but it'll pass. workout at the least sometimes, but seriously. eat that pizza, try those new ice cream flavors. make cookies as you cry in the kitchen at 2 am. live. you're young, take advantage of that.

don't try to seem more mature then you actually are. and what I mean is, don't get involved with stupid nonsensical adult things if it's not necessary.

build a lego set, play video games, binge a cartoon, cry at disney movies, karaoke with your hairbrush. seriously dude.

play board games and cards with your family or friends (if they're nice people, not if they're assholes or something guys) you'll remember it in the long run, it's a nice memory to have.

do movie nights. watch shrek, or jurassic park, or anything. eat a bowl of popcorn and do a marathon.

don't worry too much about crushes, relationships, and orientations. you'll have plenty of time to figure all that out later. kiss people, don't kiss people. hug people, hug pets, hug yourself, hug a plushie. love. love yourself. don't worry.

don't get too caught up in drama. if all your friends are trying to be adult or whatever, and you want to still do stupid kid things. DO THE STUPID KID THINGS.

naruto run in a parking lot, swing on the monkey bars. wear animal headbands. wear mismatched shoes.

journal your experiences. it doesn't even have to be every day, just try to just a little. you'll look back at those memories.

if you want to wear something but you feel too "ugly, fat, etc." oh my god. frigging wear it. you'll thank yourself later.

watch/read little prince

don't get too caught up in social media. please. I swear it's not to be tiktok famous at 15,

be loud. take up space. speak your mind.

study a foreign language for one week, then another the next. be a fashion blogger one day, and an astrophysicist the next. go to the library if you want.

read books from your childhood, cry afterwards.

yell out the window on car rides

play tik tak toe

dress up on hallowen

dance on your bed. listen to music. sing.

read spooky stories under your covers at midnight.

love your pets if you have some. you'll treasure those times in the long run. trust me. <3

pierce your ears, don't pierce your ears. where the weirdest jewelry, or none at all.

wear shirts that are 2 times your size because they're comfortable.

cannonball into a swimming pool (if it's safe)

play tag, catch a firefly. try all different sports. or practice them yourself.

try. try everything you want to try.

just have fun, don't worry, be you. even though you might not know who that is yet. just enjoy life. and be true to yourself. you've got the whole world to explore. trust yourself. it works out in the end. :3

(tell me if I should do one for the 19 / 20 years. I might XP)