#I shoulda posted this ages ago

[mickules]

I cannot express how much I love this lil glowy guy, superbly made by @minimechacowboy

He has taken pride of place on the bag I take to airports next to my treasured Vegeta Eating Castella Cake so I can spot the git on the carousel from a strategic distance.

I imagine it'd be pretty easy to convince Taka to do quite a lot as long as you can spin it as for 'School Morale'

[kingzombear]

Welcome Home OC Comic Commission 💘

1 of 2 cute lil comic commissions of @qrowholic 's precious Welcome Home ocs! These lovely gals are so so so in love <3

Full comic page:

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

One day I will cry long enough to make you feel so sorry for me you will write that meta about heteronormativity of marines

aw, you don’t have to cry! asking nicely is all it takes.

so, when i say the marines are a rigid, heteronormative institution, what do i mean by that?

they work in the service of a heteronormative government and society—the world government, and the world nobles, who consider themselves superior to the rest of the world because of their bloodlines

they have heteronormative values—among them strictly defined gender roles and prioritizing relationships based in blood/deprioritizing all others

they use those values to dictate how the ‘civilized’ world should behave and assume that everyone shares those values, marking those who do not as uncivilized, criminal, and rebellious

more details below the cut.

any kind of royalty or nobility that defines itself as superior to the masses because of their bloodline, ancestors, etc. is going to be particular about having proof of that blood connection. if you think your blood makes you better, you better have documentation of it, family trees going back eight hundred years so no latecomers can doubt your importance.

they’re also going to care deeply about the “sanctity of marriage”—not because it’s actually sacred, but because if wives are cheating on their husbands then you can’t trust your family tree. and if your family tree is a lie, then maybe you aren’t actually superior to all of those dirty, common masses. the horror!

lastly, they have to care deeply about children. because, until someone develops some kind of immortality elixir, the only way to keep your very important family going (and it has to keep going, or what’s the point of any of this?) is to have children. and you’re going to prioritize biological children over any other, because if the child doesn’t have your blood, they aren’t really superior to the masses.

(the exception: note that the child sabo’s parents adopt when he runs away is chosen for his aptitude in school and his higher status biological family. bringing fresh blood into your family that improves your status is always beneficial, whether it’s through marriage or adoption.)

so. special bloodlines, preserved by marriages that produce biological children. until someone develops alternate methods of reproduction—which is not out of the question in one piece—all of that requires heterosexual relationships. they have to be the priority, in order for the superior bloodlines to persist.

thus, the prioritization and normalization of heterosexuality by the world nobles—and therefore the world government that serves them—and therefore the marines that serve them.

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what about those heteronormative values?

well, look at female marines. there aren’t many of them; even if you’re only thinking about named marines, women are outnumbered nearly ten to one. and the unnamed background guys are always guys, so actually it’s an even greater disparity. why? because a woman’s place is in the home. she should be a homemaker and mother, because continuing the family line is the point of a woman, according to the nobility’s heteronormative view of the world. going against that is to set yourself up for a struggle. and a number of these ladies do struggle.

bell-mère had to leave the marines to keep her kids, taking on a job with a highly variable income that left her nearly starving at times; men in the marines have no such trouble, though whether that’s because of narratively invisible wives or these men not caring if they raise their children well is unclear.

tashigi has an enormous complex over being treated differently because she’s a woman, and it’s not a complex that comes out of nowhere—she is treated differently. most of her opponents beat her easily and then let her live for no good reason; as a captain she’s idolized, not respected, by her crew.

then there’s characters like hina and tsuru, whose presence high up in the military structure is acceptable because they have powers that put their opponents into submissive, humiliating positions. you don’t see a female marine with one of those elemental devil fruits; no, they have to have a fruit with a power play component to it. because god forbid women hold positions of power if they don’t have a bit of a dominatrix energy to them. (actually it’s because they’re being subversive in service to the state and the status quo, which makes them acceptably quirky rather than rebellious, not unlike members of SWORD, or our single female warlord.)

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and then there’s the prioritization of bloodlines.

we see that value most clearly in the paramount war, where ace is executed not because he’s the second division commander of the whitebeard pirates, not because of any crimes he’s committed, but because of who his father is. a man who died long before ace was born, a man ace hates because of the awful opinion the civilized world has of him (and therefore his kin), a man who had no influence on ace in any way but blood. that’s enough reason to kill a man, by the marines’ logic.

and the man ace does call father, who embraced ace and gave him a loving family? well, that man, as far as the marines are concerned, only took ace in to put him on the throne of the pirate king, making himself the power behind the throne. (because naturally a king’s son should inherit his throne! never mind that whitebeard’s power far outstrips ace’s—surely pirates would only bow down before their king’s rightful, blood heir—and the marines can’t allow for the pirates to unify under one man’s leadership like that.) to the marines, ace only has value as roger’s heir, and so they expect that to be all the value he has to anyone.

and this backfires on them. the betrayal from within the whitebeard fleet (which the marines orchestrated) operates on the assumption that whitebeard will prioritize ace over the rest of his fleet. but all of the whitebeard pirates are his children, and he makes that clear when he gives them an out, allowing them to abandon him to his death if they so choose. the marines wanted to show the world that even this benevolent father figure of a pirate captain was a monster deep down, but they couldn’t pull it off. they don’t believe whitebeard is sincere in his affections for his ‘sons,’ and that costs them the narrative they wanted for the paramount war.

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there’s also this one-off line that i rediscovered while rereading impel down/marineford to prep for this post, which in retrospect explains garp’s manic insistence on his grandson becoming a marine.

in chapter 530, hearing that luffy’s broken into impel down, sengoku shouts, “if you weren’t called ‘the navy’s hero,’ i’d make you pay for the sins of your entire family, garp!” as a counterpart to it being just and lawful to kill people for the crime of being related to a sufficiently dangerous criminal, garp and others like him believe that if you serve the state well enough, you can be forgiven for the crime of being related to a criminal.

if luffy (and ace) had just become a marine, garp thinks, then the identity of luffy’s father wouldn’t matter.

which strikes me as very naive. of course it would still matter; blood is the only thing that matters to these people.

[sixty-silver-wishes]

I love you local small business owners and artisans

[struungout]

been sitting on a luts model delf body and a pair of jointed hands from dikadoll for months (for a year in the body’s case) and have been bumping their threads on DoA everyday with no bites and resharing them on instagram with no bites, and finally posted them on some facebook groups and get someone messaging me questions about the hands within the first hour of posting.

/flop

[jeridandridge]

For Lovers At Night conclusion

A conversation with Joe takes place and you evaluate your relationship with Melissa. CW: Homophobic slur, brief violence. No editing. We write and post like affection starved bitches.

“Oh for fucks sake.” You roll your eyes tossing a black trash bag in the dumpster. You truly didn’t have time to deal with a fake macho, butthurt man.

Joe gets closer and comes up standing now a few feet away.

“You the one that’s been fucking my wife?”

There is a hint of anger in his voice, but watching vigilantly you see his hands flat in his pockets, nothing to be hidden there.

“Well bud, someone has to.” You shrug mirroring his stance not shying away from making direct eye contact. Looking at him you suppose you could see hints of a once good looking man. He still had some muscle but it was evident the years of drinking were catching up with him if the beer gut and puffy cheeks were any indication. “I’m really not in the mood for this so can you get off my property?”

“You got some set of balls you know that?” Joe scoffs. “What’s a young girl like you wanting a woman Melissa’s age anyway?”

Cocking your head to the side you size the man up, quirking a brow. “I’m not blind or stupid, so I can see what an amazing person she is and I know how to treat her right.”

“Hey, I know how to treat a woman.” He steps forward towards you.

“Yeah? Then why cheat on a woman to fuck around with girls that could be your kid, huh?” You challenge.

“It ain’t my fault she wouldn’t put out. I shoulda known she was a dyke a long time ago.”

You can’t help but laugh. Looking at the guy in front of you, you see not a man but a toddler throwing a tantrum over a toy he doesn’t get to play with anymore. This Joe doesn’t like.

“The fuck are you laughing at?” He lets out getting right in your face. Not phased by the closeness and possible danger, you tip your chin up as you lift your hands pushing him back by his shoulders. Not paying attention to anything else around you, you dont see Melissa’s truck pull up or hear the door slam.

Getting out of her truck Melissa rushes over bumping into people along the sidewalk to get to you worried you’ll be hurt.

“Back the fuck up before you get hurt, little man.”

Joe all but growls getting in your space again, bloodshot eyes meeting your own.

“You can have her, hot shot. She’s useless dead weight now that I got her good years. Maybe she can help you clean up this dump after it burns down.”

“Hey!” Melissa calls out getting to you just as you take a swing.

Adrenalin running through you at the sound of his insults and threat you give a wicked smile as you cock your fist swinging it up right under Joes chin sending him right to the ground.

When Joe hits the pavement a wave of lavender hits your nose and arms warp around your front holding your arms down keeping your now throbbing hand in place.

“Watch your mouth and get off my fucking property.” You spit at Joe as other people on the street now pay attention to your little corner of the block.

“Amore! Stop.” Melissa urges looking you over as if you’re not okay. She realizes the pang of desire that hits her from seeing you defend her like that.

“Cmon, let’s go inside. Shows over!”

You call out to the small crowd of people as you go to the steps wrapping your arm around the redhead.

“Hold on,” Melissa hums breaking away to go over to a woozy, confused Joe sitting on the sidewalk holding his face.

“Mel-“ you begin to argue, only to stop and watch the scene unfolding in front of you.

“Melly?” The sad man grumbles out.

Kneeling down Melissa reaches out roughly grabbing the defeated man by his now bruising chin making him wince.

“If you ever go near her again,” she warns in an eerily low tone as he yelps at the feeling of her fingers squeezing the injured area, “the last thing you’re ever gonna see is my face. Got it?”

Joe winces looking at the redhead. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Letting go with a rough shove Melissa stands up leaving her soon to be ex husband on the pavement to wallow and take care of his bruised ego and skin.

“That was hot.” You joke trying to break the tense air as you two go up to your apartment. It wasnt a lie at all, but you would behave for now.

Melissa shakes her head carefully taking your now angry and puffy hand in hers looking it over. “I can’t believe you did that. Sit, let me take care of that.”

Getting the door open with your good hand you let out a sigh trying to cool down going over to the dining table, red and purple knuckles facing upward making you wince. “I’m not letting anyone especially a man like that talk about you that way. We both know he had it coming.”

Melissa moves around your kitchen putting ice in a dish towel before coming over to sit beside you. “No ones ever done anything like that for me before besides my family.”

“I’d do it again in a second even though I know you can handle yourself.” You keep your eyes on the redhead, a softness spreading through you when you see the concerned look on her face while she tends to her hand. Having finally met Joe, you understood why Melissa felt the way she did in her marriage.

“Well hon, it looks like I don’t have to no matter how stupid that was for you to do. You coulda gotten hurt,” A proud smirk spreads across her lips despite her trying to be mad.

With her eyes cast down on the towel you gently reach over tipping her chin up with your finger to meet her eyes. Having her this close again after the day you’ve had, you can’t see this previous plan of taking things slow to fruition.

Leaning over to the side of the table where Melissa sits you meet warm jade eyes as you brush your lips against hers. Melissa melts into this kiss, her arms immediately going around your neck as a whine travels up her throat in an emotional relief. Tracing her bottom lip with your tongue the redhead gently pulls back keeping her arms around your neck. She meets your eyes searching for any regret or hesitation.

“Fuck taking things slow.” You hum leaning in for another kiss, this time wrapping your arms around her waist to bring her closer to you.

And that’s all Melissa needs. Nothing is rushed or frantic in the kiss. You both move in a fluid motion like a wave crashing to the shoreline; natural and right like you’ve done it a million times before as you pull her up and walk her back to your kitchen island. Your strides are slow and steady as you two move, almost like a dance as your hands glide up Melissa’s back to red curls.

Breaking the kiss with a shaky breath you peck her lips once more as you feel warm hands cup your cheeks. Melissa looks at you with a soft smile, lip gloss now completely gone.

Still catching your breath you lean forward to close the small space between you kissing the tip of her nose with a wide grin.

“Amore mio.” Melissa whispers wrapping her arms around your neck once more, eyes glassing over with tears.

Standing there in the little bubble you’ve created with her the Italian phrase that you can piece together sends a spark of joy through your chest.

“Every time you call me Amore,” you grin resting your hands on her ass, “it’s like fireworks go off in my chest.”

“That’s how I feel when I’m with you. You brought me back.” She smiles with watery eyes. “And my nana already likes you.” She laughs through a sniffle.

“Yeah? Well Im in love her grand-daughter so that has to give me some points.” You tease keeping your eyes on her the whole time, your stomach flipping at the admission.

Melissa lets out a giddy giggle cupping your cheeks again. “You love me?”

“So much, Mel.” You smile bringing her hands to your lips. The moment she walked into your bar you were intrigued by the mysterious woman, the moment you spoke to her you knew you would do your best to keep her around.

Putting her hands on your shoulders she tips her chin up with a smirk walking you backwards to your bed across the large studio apartment. When the back of your legs hit the mattress you let out a laugh landing on your elbows as Melissa moves to straddle your lap.

Bending over Melissa meets your lips in a hungry kiss sucking in a breath through her nose. Your hands roam her frame again, cataloguing every spot that makes her react. She breaks the kiss first, immediately lifting the hem of your shirt. Wincing lightly as you pull your injured hand out of the fabric Melissa slows down bringing the injured hand to her lips lightly kissing each bruised knuckle.

“I love you, bambina.”

“Is that baby?” Your face breaks out into a grin at her words.

“Yeah,” she laughs meeting your lips again as she unclasps your bra gliding her fingers down your arms.

“Oh you’re cute,” you tease putting your hands on her hips rolling the both of you over so Melissa is now on her back. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” You whisper unbuttoning her pants.

From that moment on you keep your eyes on the redhead only glancing away to pull clothing off. Clothing gone on you both with a few minutes of giggles and fumbling you prop yourself up hovering over the redhead keeping eye contact as you rub your fingers in slow circles over her clit.

“More, Tesoro.” She gasps against your lips keeping her fingers in your hair.

In a kiss that shows her exactly how you feel, you keep your fingers moving drawing whines and cries from the redhead. Not wanting to miss a second of her reactions you keep your eyes locked on her with a satisfied grin. You had done this with many people before, but you had never wanted to see their every reaction. This time, you’re in love and you’re loved back.

Hours later lying between Melissa’s legs resting your head on the soft skin of her stomach, your fingers absentmindedly move up and down her thigh as she plays with your hair.

Thinking about everything you two have gone through together already, you can’t help but smirk. “Mel?”

The redhead lets out a tired hum in response.

“You still wanna go to that Phillies game with me?” You ask not moving from the comfort and warmth of her body.

Melissa grins carding her nails through your hair. “I’d love that, hon.”

Lifting your head you move kissing up her body playfully tickling her sides. “Come shower with me?”

“That’s a good idea.” Melissa laughs as she squirms away, pulling you up by your good hand.

In the bathroom as the shower heats up you find clothes for you both settling on big tshirts and shorts knowing if you don’t you two will be up all night.

“I can bring these back to you tomorrow.” Melissa nods to the clothes.

“Keep em. You look good in my clothes,” you chuckle. “You’re staying the night right?” You ask hopefully, knowing she has to work tomorrow.

“Hell yeah. I haven’t gotten my fix of you yet.” She smiles hugging you from behind.

Chuckling you reach around for her arm as you step in the shower. Adjusting the spray so it hits both of you, you gently rub your girlfriends back thinking about the day.

“It took everything in me to not text you good morning today you know. Then, when I saw you at the cafe I wanted to kiss you so badly.”

“I’m sorry I lied.” She whispers.

“No, don’t do that.” You shake your head. “We already talked about it and I’m sticking right here with you through everything. That’s all.” You shrug.

Melissa gives you a soft smile knowing just by your simple actions since you met that she’s safe and won’t be hurt by you. After a quick and well behaved shower, you get dressed and move to strip your bed of your now soiled sheets putting fresh ones on.

“Baby, what time am I setting the alarm for?” You ask as the redhead sits on the side of your bed putting her hair up.

“Five thirty.” She hums climbing in curling into your side. As you two lay together Melissa lets out a content sigh knowing that she doesn’t have to pretend anymore. She can have this with you as much as she wants.

Turning to your side to face the woman you wrap your arm around her waist giving her a tired smile. “I’ll make the coffee in the morning.”

Cuddled together Melissa lifts her ring clad hand up gently brushing her thumb over your bottom lip.

“Say it one more time.”

Letting out a laugh you lean in chasing her lips for a soft kiss.

“I love you,” you hum kissing each of her cheeks, “I love you,” in between kisses to the corners of her mouth, “I love you.” You hum once more kissing her nose which you’ve come to love doing because it makes Melissa scrunch.

And that’s all Melissa needs.

In the morning you’re the first to move when the alarm sounds, hitting the offending device you turn back over seeing a groggy Melissa stretch out with a smile on her face.

“Good morning,” she lets out in a scratchy voice.

“I’ll start the coffee.” You yawn getting up.

It doesn’t take long for Melissa to get up and ready, putting her clothes from the day before back on from the fabric littered on the floor.

In the kitchen you make enough coffee for a big blue travel mug you have, making it just how Melissa likes it. Stirring it you grin when you feel her arms wrap around you and her chin on your shoulder. “Walk me out?”

“Of course, honey.”

Coffee in hand with shoes on and all belongings gathered you walk Melissa out to her truck opening the door for her.

“Text me when you make it to work?” You ask as her arms snake around your neck giving you extra warmth in the cool morning air.

“I’ll text ya, Amore.” She smiles kissing you softly once more before she pulls away to climb into the truck.

“Drive safe.”

Looking over your shoulder to check for traffic you step back watching the truck pull off and head down the road. As your girlfriend goes you can’t help but grin.

Going back up to your apartment you stay up with the sun smiling into your own coffee mug when your screen lights up with a text from Melissa making you laugh.

My pops told me I’m not invited back to family dinner until Nana meets you. What kinda hold do you got on the Schemmenti women, Amore?

[wall-eye]

Ah! One! This is very exciting yall!! I'll probably reopen them in like a week or two but if you want some now ! be quick apperently !

Do you play dnd or other such roleplay games over discord? Do you want to get a holiday gift for your party but only have 50 bucks to spend? Do you all use 👀 a lot, or use memes to otherwise communicate? Do you want to see your blorbos in casual conversation constantly?

Commission me over on Ko-fi! 5 character based emojis, based on your characters, for $50! More examples in my gallery there!

reblogs appreciated!

[cute-emo-boi]

Idk if anyone would remember me but I used to run a decently large mogai/ queer centric discord server called Cringe Culture Reclaimed. I think I went by the name Crim or Crimson if that sparks anyone's memory.

I'm just making this post to come clean about my sudden disappearance (ik I shoulda made this post ages ago shhhhh) and update people on where I am now with queer stuff and stances and all that.

I started to grow tired of modding CCR and became less and less active since I felt kind of excluded from the community I had made, as my opinions were rapidly changing and I was becoming more and more proship, pro para and pro transid, and feeling forced to ban anyone who was a big 3 paraphile, proship or used any sort of transid label just to keep the community happy.

I'm not blaming anyone in particular, but once you have a big community, you can't just change your opinion on something and expect everyone to go along with it and support it without backlash.

But yeah to update ppl on where I'm at now with my identity and stances and all that, I just ID as queer as in weird to encompass all aspects of my identity. I've also come to the realisation that I'm profiction and a paraphile (anti contact), which I had suppressed since I had been surrounded by antis and felt I wasn't allowed to think for myself. The paraphile part may tie into my queer identity. And well, I just think if someone labels themselves queer, then they're queer. So simply being weird or having a strange non-normative identity can be queer. Including objectum, fictophilia and any other kind of attraction or paraphilia. Including feeling queer about your age, species or anything else. Basically I've become more radqueer aligned, however I am still critical of some aspects of the community. I have my reasons for my beliefs but I don't want to make this post longer than it already is or go off topic, but feel free to ask me abt them

I know this is gonna make some people mad, but I just wanted to be open about where I am now. Post is written poorly but I can't be assed proof reading it at 1:30am lol

[thatsonemorbidcorvid]

When Kristin Batykefer fell ill with a headache, sore throat and body aches, the other women in her house baked her cookies, served her homemade vegetable soup and took her four-year-old daughter to the park so she could rest.

“Support system like no other,” Batykefer, 33, wrote on a TikTok post that has since been viewed more than one million times. “Shoulda moved into a mommune a long time ago.”

Batykefer had no idea that her video — and the concept of mommunes, a group of single mothers sharing a house, bills, childcare and support, seen in the US for the past decade or so — would go viral. When last year she split from her husband and lost her job, an old family friend with grown-up children invited her to move into her house in Jacksonville, Florida, while she found her feet. Then Batykefer was contacted by an old college roommate, Tessa Gilder, 32, who was also going through a divorce, with two children, aged five and one. “Tessa was, like, ‘I can’t do it any more.’ I said, ‘Come here. You’ll be welcomed with open arms.’ Originally our plan was we’d get our own place together, but once she arrived we became like a little family unit and it’s just awesome. Our friends said, ‘Stay as long as you guys want.’ ”

The 1960s and 1970s saw the rise of communes where like-minded souls joined together to raise families in capitalism-defying self-sufficiency. In a 21st-century version, more and more women are channelling the age-old spirit of sisterhood to establish mommunes, to tackle the ever-rising cost of living and everyday motherhood grind. “We just help each other out,” Batykefer explains over Zoom. “It’s not ‘You do the dishes, I’ll take out the trash,’ it’s more when we see something needs to be done we just do it. As a mother that’s just what your instincts are. It’s so nice having three minds in a house thinking like that.”

Indeed, as the thousands of comments on Batykefer’s posts make clear, many women in relationships — even happy ones — are envious of her mommune’s roll-up-your-sleeves environment. “There are some comments saying, ‘My husband does all this for me,’ but about 95 per cent say, ‘Wow, how do I get part of this?’ So many are from married women asking, ‘Where do I drop my husband off? I’m joining!’ ” Batykefer says, laughing. “It resonates because there are so many what we call ‘single married women’ out there who are not getting the kind of help with the physical, mental and emotional labour of being a parent that we have. I definitely didn’t get this support in my marriage, it all fell on me. If I was sick, I still had to cook for us and make sure my daughter was fed and taken care of and entertained.”

Batykefer, who before her break-up was documenting on TikTok her family’s itinerant life on a renovated bus, is also revelling in living in an environment free of marital bickering. “Whenever I would be driving our bus when I was married, it was such a stressful, anxiety-inducing experience because of the negative energy, but I’ve just been on a bus trip with a girlfriend, driving the whole time, and it was so peaceful and amazing.”

There are 2.5 million single-mother families in the UK, according to the Office for National Statistics, a figure that has more than tripled since the 1970s, as the stigma about divorce has decreased and women have gained more financial independence. But several international studies show that single mothers are at greater risk of physical and mental health disorders compared with their married counterparts, mainly as a result of lack of support — with many women living far away from their extended families.

Financial stresses can also be overwhelming, with a recent marked rise in lone-parent families using food banks or relying on benefits. A report last month by the Institute for Fiscal Studies showed that half of such families are now living in relative poverty.

While there are no official, large-scale mommunes in the UK or US, many single mothers are turning to local mommune groups on platforms such as Facebook (the London branch has 700-plus members) to find others to team up with.

Sara Memba, 34, a restaurant worker from Barcelona who has a one-year-old son, is sharing a house with a friend with four children aged between one and eleven in south London after finding that landlords were reluctant to have her as a tenant. “Many don’t trust single mothers to pay the rent on their own or they think your kid is going to destroy their house,” she says. Memba loves her situation. “We can go to work knowing our children are well cared for and it’s great to find a person with whom to talk and share concerns, joys and different, sometimes contradictory, emotions. It’s fun for the children too — they have more playmates and adventures.”

In an ideal world she’d love to see flats built specifically for single mothers. “There’d be common areas and spaces adapted for children to facilitate socialisation between neighbours. It would make a very difficult experience so much easier.”

The author Janet Hoggarth, from East Dulwich, south London — whose latest novel is Us Two — struggled after her divorce from her husband of 11 years, when she was left to bring up her three children, aged five, three and one. When she discovered that her friend Vicki Hillman, who had a newborn, had split from her fiancé, she invited her to move into her attic bedroom. Another single mother of two who lived around the corner frequently joined them in the evenings and stayed at weekends.

“I was feeling utterly bereft. I was navigating a divorce that took ages while juggling the kids and we were all feeling quite traumatised. It was so nice to have another adult there who knew how you felt, who could help me fill out forms, talk to lawyers and bounce ideas off. Plus, when the kids are in bed at night and you’re rolling around the house alone, you have company, which was such a relief because most of my contemporaries were busy with their own families. It stopped my constant feeling of a racing heart and feeling sick in my stomach. It was like a weird miracle drug.”

After two years Hillman moved out because she wanted a bedroom for her daughter but the women are still close friends. “We rubbed along really well without any bitchiness. It was very reassuring, like being in a family, just a different version of it. It really did stop me feeling broken. There’s definitely a different energy in an all-mothers house — there’s no weird bouncing of egos and someone expecting a medal for having wiped down the sides or polishing their halo because they’ve taken the bins out. Everyone just gets on.”

Not all mommunes are so successful. Elizabeth (surname withheld), 34, tried briefly sharing a flat with an old friend in Liverpool, when both had baby daughters. “We thought it would be perfect, but even though we got along well, our babies’ sleeping schedules were completely incompatible, which made it impossible for them to do anything together. I had no child support and had to work crazy hours with a long commute and my baby in a nursery, while she had a generous settlement from her ex and didn’t work. The imbalance made life so much more stressful than it would have been living alone. I felt guilty I couldn’t be around to do more babysitting. I still think mommunes are a brilliant idea, not least because being a single mum is so horribly expensive, but just as with any housemate, you have to find the right person.”

Victoria Benson, chief executive of Gingerbread, a charity for single-parent families that offers local networks for single parents to connect, agrees that mommunes are one “creative solution to a big problem. But we need to see a better welfare system, an increase in flexible work, and more affordable and available childcare that works for all single-parent families.”

Batykefer’s mommune keeps on giving, as demonstrated by the TikToks of her and Gilder enjoying concerts, karaoke and home-spa days together on weekends when their children are with their fathers. Now they’re in discussions about filming a reality show about their set-up, with the hope of bringing in more income but also inspiring more mommunes.

“I just fell into this but it’s such an obvious idea,” Batykefer says. “Women have always helped women. Let’s make it even easier for them.”

[quiveringdeer]

Attention Minors and folks under 25 tbh:

Yo, what's up. So we all know you can lie about the numbers in your profile--I did it before turning 18 and I'm sure many other now grown folks have to.

That said, I wanna drop some guidelines cause this has just been on my mind a bunch with the way all the big push of "do not interact" signs, blocking, and toxic purity culture resurgence of the past few years.

Please mind the do not interacts of folks I reblog and interact with content of

You've gotta be mindful of the differences between works of fiction and real life but also understand that the more of something you consume, the more it can impact the way you view the world

I post and reblog stuff that is often sexual as well as dark in nature. The intended audience are other adults mid 20s+. The reason I say this is because of research pertaining to the below statement.

Though the brain may be done growing in size, it does not finish developing and maturing until the mid- to late 20s. The front part of the brain, called the prefrontal cortex, is one of the last brain regions to mature. This area is responsible for skills like planning, prioritizing, and controlling impulses. Because these skills are still developing, teens are more likely to engage in risky behaviors without considering the potential results of their decisions.

Some of us are forced to grow up too fast--in a multitude of ways, as cliche and obnoxious as it sounds from an older person, don't be in a rush to grow up too soon. Especially when it comes to sexual things. You're gonna do whatever you're gonna do, but I encourage you to really use the time prior to your mid 20s -hell even beyond- to explore yourself, by yourself.

Gonna level with you I had my first real physically intimate experience with someone when I was 25 and still look back on it that I shoulda waited. I was caught up in "finally getting it over with" and honestly the hype isn't all that. (this may also be my probably aegosexuality havin ass at play here) --Point is, you got time!

Another thing that may make some roll their eyes--You probably think you're hella grown and mature for your age. And you may be right. But I assure you, as you get older you'll look back and realize there is and was, plenty of room left to grow and mature. This goes for 16 -> 18 -> 21 -> 25 -> 30 etc. I'm currently 31 and I can see a big difference in how I think and view the world and myself within it than I did even four years ago. And am constantly learning new things that alter my world view every day.

Digital stuff makes it easy to isolate yourself and for others to isolate you with them. Be mindful of the folks you let get close to you.

Opening up to folks online has always been easier for me, the internet really became big and accessible in the early 2000s when I was still a teen, I was really lucky my many dumb decisions didn't get me hurt physically or mentally. I can't emphasize being cautious and skeptic of people enough.

I'm not a health professional in any sense of the word but I am an educator who mainly works with younger folks and I just wanna be up front with yall. Ask box with anon is open. I'm not promising to be your shoulder to lean on or internet aunty but I do wanna be supportive in the capacity I have.

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 1- Part 1

By the way- since Tumblr has a limit on how many images someone can put on a single post, I’ll need to be splitting these updates into multiple parts. No worries, though- I’ll make sure to keep all posts corresponding to specific chapters linked up with each other.

So now, let’s boot up the game! If you wanna download it yourself and give it a try, you can find the download on the official website.

I gotta say, just looking at this title screen with my own eyes is getting me excited already. Starting a new game always does that for me- a fresh new experience, new adventure!

Also can I just say this title screen music goes so hecking hard, like this is a jam, holy crud- 

Okay enough waiting around, let’s actually get this started...

And by that I mean mess around with the control scheme for a moment-

Would it have been easier to just leave the controls at their default? Maybe, but I just prefer using WASD to move around, yell at me in the notes for my setup if it satisfies you.

Ah, and here we are at our character selection! I like the ticket styling here, and from the first look the sprites look good. Though- is that the Gen 3 style of spritework? All tiny like that? I probably shoulda expected that when they said it was “Emerald-styled”, actually-

It also doesn’t look like any of them have a set gender at default, I think? It seems like it’s just split between “black hair, blondie, or white anime hair (affectionate)”- either way, everyone here looks GNC has heck and I love that for all of them. 

Still, none of these really match what I really look like, so…I’ll go with the white-haired one at the end, just to see what happens when I pick them-

Ah, you can pick your gender regardless of which avatar you choose! Neat! I’m gonna look edgy and no one can stop me-

Also, as you can see, my character’s name for this playthrough will be “X”- that’s the name I typically choose for myself when naming characters in games like this, and Reborn will be no different.

Also, you guys can’t hear this because it’s just images, but like- I think this ticketmaster is doing all of this on a typewriter?? Because when all that other stuff (ARR, Seat Number, etc.) was being inputted, the audio was typewriter sounds?? I thought the ticket UI was just for the aesthetic, but- is this station actually that old???

Hello??? Sir??? We have technology, you know that, right????

The old fence post that is your workspace apparently-

You know, I’m a little curious about that myself- why are we going to Reborn City? Is the player character gonna have a backstory of some sort? The regular Pokémon protagonists have backstories, even if it’s usually as simple as “you’ve lived in this town your whole life, you turn a certain age, now take this starter and go forth and fight Trainers to become the very best”, but it’s there still. 

What’s this character’s motivation? Is that something I’ll have to come up with for myself? Audience surrogate taken to the max? Because I can do that, I can work with that-

Ambition- is that our true motivation? Or is that merely the perception of the ancient ticketmaster? Questions to be answered later, I'm sure.

AW YEAH, TRAIN SOUNDS (and the background is doing a moving effect too, but again you can’t see it through the screenshot, alas)

Oh honey we viewed them quite closely not too long ago, I think we’re good-

Nice animation with the train we got going here, interesting to see that multi-colored emblem from the title screen on it…again, implications to be answered later.

Oh? Those are the other avatar characters we could have picked. Are they going to be NPCs or something? You know, like in Gen III with Brendan/May or Gen IV with Lucas/Dawn or Legends Arceus with Rei/Akari?

Also, this BGM for being on the train here slaps, the music is pretty good so far.

Man, lots of white-haired folk around here, who’s this now?

Ah, a recruiter- so the others are more Trainers, like us. Again- are they going to be NPCs since they aren’t the player character? They must have canon names or something, but there’s definitely a lot of them- eh, we’ll just have to see.

Next

[easily-bullied]

sexy encounter is cancelled. how will I feel value??? I can't have value if someone isn't tasting my flesh and then looking up to smile! what is there other than that? every post I make is the same (sad, riddled with typos and wiiiildly funny) so clearly I'm spinning my wheels. the duality of the mind. knowing I'm ill, knowing my thought processes are flawed, recognizing what I'm really feeling, and then ignoring it all in favor for the sad sack of shit that I'm feeding myself instead. it feels better. cathartic. to be Bella looking out her window watching the seasons change. I like being sad. it's better than bored. fuck it's better than even hope. hope comes with that twinge of knowing that you might be naive. sad is just sad. and sad is usually based in reality. I stg I'm not wallowing. I'm just being moody and gay.

it's so cliche to be this busy with people and still feel like the loneliest girl in the world. 'you know maybe she seemed like she had it all but in truth I heard she was actually very sad' Momo Foster Kane. sycophants. giving me love I can't accept because I believe I manipulated them into doing it (by loving them and being myself... A MONSTER)

should we make a list of things going right? wouldn't that be so therapeutic? wouldn't that make everything just right as rain?

we're cooking

that means we're eating better

we're working

that means we're getting back on track

we got a tattoo

that means we're becoming more of who we want to be

we're not being crazy after someone cancelled on us

that means we're not being crazy after someone cancelled on us

hmmmmm nothing in that list about being loved and in love. hmmmm. catharsis dashed. therapeutics thwarted.

we move forward I guess. trying to imagine myself not in an unhealthy relationship.... hmmm she seems bored. so what is that? she would be like happy and loved and then content? she would be healing and have someone? hmmm that's so weird. I feel like I hate her for some reason. you think you're better than me BITCH?!? what makes you so SPECIAL. I bet her dad loved her too. what a bitch.

sooo ya. I have daddy issues. I'm just like my mommy. turns out we're both hot funny bitches who didn't realize we were worth feeling special. at least I'm alive. eat shit mom. shoulda learned your lesson sooner (I miss you literally every single day)

y'know, there was a time where I thought I would never ever go a day without crying over my mom. and two years out I'm completely fine most days. I mean my life is forever worse than it was, but like huh, I feel fine most of the time. so resilient. so capable of handling change.

I hate knowing everything will be fine. it feels like such a lie and yet I know it is inevitable. I know that nothing about my current situation has to last. like I'm completely aware of that fact but I just seem to choose to not live in that truth? I guess the rest is unknown and isn't that scary? that's why it's better to just look at the past and think about alternate histories. less variables nothing about who I am in this moment, in this very second, is something I could have guessed for myself 4 years ago, 10 years ago, 20 years ago. nothing. I guess my name hasn't changed. and my eyes are still brown. so there's that.

if I can't know the future why not enjoy the past??? this is what it means to stay present huh? that's what they're talking about. hmmmm I can see they may have a point. that sage wisdom. youth is wasted on the young. middle age is wasted on the middle aged. next year I'm 35. pretty firmly at the half way point. I'd say the rest is down hill but tbh I think that started years ago. progress isn't linear mosa. anything can happen. there's a different version of me somewhere and she actually cares about herself. that's so weird. she doesn't live here. she should come care about me too.

ok that's enough of this I guess. I think this one is my least favorite entry yet. oh well.

[deranged-babydoll]

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I probably shoulda done this ages ago whoops! The main things to know about me and this blog:

This blog is proship/profiction and enjoys potentially triggering content like noncon, dubcon, age gaps and more (I will try to keep this list more updated as time goes on, but those are definitely the big ones). I will do my best about tagging things accordingly, but I am extremely forgetful, so if there's something that's a hard trigger for you here, it's best to avoid my blog, no hard feelings.

Blog owner is a member of a mixed origins system. Anti-endos, please leave me be.

I enjoy sharing FOs with people! If we share one and you wanna giggle about them like schoolgirls, please take this as an open invite to message me!

I will post nsfw content from time to time, I will do my best to tag it as nsft, as well as put a mature content label on it, but again, be aware that I will probably forget and mess up.

I mostly selfship via self inserts, so I get the added fun of making ocs :3

My FOs:

Wendy Corduroy from Gravity Falls Notes: My SI with Wendy is the same age as her, and this selfship is 100% sfw. Will tag with 🪓

Dr. Franken Stein from Soul Eater Notes: SI is 17 and this selfship is NSFW, if this is a squick or trigger. Other trigger warnings include underage drug use and cnc. Will tag with 💀

Halsin from Baldur's Gate 3 Notes: SI situation is rather soupy for BG3, I have a lot of OCs and SIs that I play around with. All are adults, all are NSFW. Will tag with 🐻

Unnamed FO Notes: You'll see me calling him my Honey and other pet names, but until I can suss out whether or not the tiny fandom on here is hostile to proshippers I don't want to attract attention to myself. A blanket warning for disturbing and/or triggering material, especially dubcon and mild gore, as my id has latched onto my new husband hard and his source material is a horror game. Will tag with 🔒

[nyankodanyan]

Comments regarding the Smoking Group on a board.

11 original members of Onyanko Club

Core members of Onyanko Club as of December 1985 Top: Iwai Yukiko, Takai Mamiko, Kokushō Sayuri, Yoshizawa Akie Bottom: Kawai Sonoko, Fukunaga Satomi, Nitta Eri

Core members of Onyanko Club as of January 1986 Top:Takai Mamiko, Iwai Yukiko, Kokushō Sayuri Middle: Utsumi Kazuko, Fukunaga Satomi, Nakajima Miharu Bottom:Yoshizawa Akie, Kawai Sonoko, Nitta Eri

78 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/03/19(Sat) 00:11:16 ID: K1fbNjmo If the smoking group had stayed, Nitta Eri, Nakajima Miharu and others would have quit early. Onyanko Club must clearly have gone in a different direction.

86 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/03/19(Sat) 04:38:41 ID: WnQ5ePHb

78 If so, the subsequent history of idols might have changed.

88 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/03/19(Sat) 15:04:50 ID: MZZT3ycd The smoking group said there was a girl who just happened not to be there, but who? Was it Nitta Eri?

91 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/03/19(Sat) 15:30:50 ID: XFbGluWa It mighta been Nagoya Mika. However, she and Kihara Aki were the ones who might say, "I hate cigarette smoke and smell!" They seem to have gotten along well with the smoking group, though.

92 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2005/03/19(Sat) 15:53:00 ID: Zpf6IJdZ It seems like a good fit for Tomoda Mamiko to smoke Virginia Slims or Salem Menthol, and for Enokida Michiko to smoke Cabin Mild. As far as Yoshino Kayoko is concerned, it seems like a good fit for her to smoke Mild Seven, while squatting like a yankee(slang for delinquent girl.)

102 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2005/03/20(Sun) 01:54:04 ID: 5YX4jnM9 I don't think Kawai Sonoko has changed a lot. Considering the smoking group's photos and profiles, they look like DQNs(The slang term DQN means a person who behave in an insane and thoughtless manner. He or she has no decency and class in appearance, word or deed.) But Nitta Eri also looks like a DQN. The rest of the members look rather well-bred.

104 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/03/20(Sun) 02:05:42 ID: 8bZ8adzm

102 I agree. From what I see in the photos, the smoking group seems to have a bad vibe. The rest of the members seem to be young ladies who grew up in normal families. In the case of Nitta Eri, she's a little something different, though. Be that as it may, I feel blatantly incongruent with the smoking group.

Tomoda Mamiko, Fukunaga Satomi, Kawai Sonoko, and Tomikawa Harumi are high on my list. Yoshino Kayoko and Kihara Aki are okay. Okuda Mika ain't so bad, but I don't like her expression in her eyes. Enokida Michiko, Nitta Eri, and Nagoya Mika look old. Utsumi Kazuko also looks old, but she has class, so she's okay. Nakajima Miharu, Kokushō Sayuri, and Satō Mayumi are country bumpkins, no matter how you look at them.

110 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/03/20(Sun) 18:21:39 ID: 7IN/WR33 Someone who auditioned for the role of the Mitsui Re-House Lady on the variety show Asayan. Was it Enokida Michiko, membership number 2?

112 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/03/20(Sun) 21:56:01 ID: 7IN/WR33 That was in 1997. The actress Ikewaki Chizuru was a Re-House Girl. At that time, they recruited an elder sister on the show as a Re-House Lady. Enokida said as one of the applicants, "About 12 years ago from now, I got fired from Onyanko Club for a smoking photo. I wanna redeem my honor".

113 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2005/03/20(Sun) 22:18:22 ID: oHmH+ACc 　|-`). I'm pretty sure no one thought that a single cigarette would make their lives so crazy.

114 Name: No Name Whatsoever [age] Posted Date: 2005/03/21(Mon) 00:48:05 ID: qnT/1DlX If Kihara was smoking, she shoulda been fired too.

115 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2005/03/21(Mon) 01:01:56 ID: NtoEIcWK Trade kihara for Tomoda!

124 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2005/03/21(Mon) 21:48:22 ID: mv2gwG/P I've personally ranked the girls of the smoking group.

Tomoda Mamiko ＞＞＞＞＞＞ Yoshino Kayoko > Okuda Mika > > Enokida Michiko ＞＞＞＞＞＞＞＞＞＞＞＞＞ Satō Mayumi

127 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted date: 2005/03/22(Tue) 10:54:33 ID: AReURzpL

112 "About 12 years ago from now, I got fired from Onyanko Club for a smoking photo" "I wanna redeem my honor" she said on TV?

That's what it says on Enokida's own resume, and that resume was read by the Comedy duo 99's Okamura Takashi. Then she made a video appearance, but said very little.

129 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/03/22(Tue) 15:21:23 ID: U0Q408FM It was Enokida Michiko, membership number 2. I was able to clearly confirm that she was the one cuz I had videotaped the show. It was in December 1997 that she was introduced on the show. She made a video appearance in february of the following year.

She was asked, "What membership number did you have?" She replied with a laugh, "Number 2, number 2!" She was quite beautiful.

367 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/05/01(Sun) 11:29:31 ID: BLFFbcB4 Why wasn't Kihara Aki fired?

371 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/05/01(Sun) 14:19:17 ID: Z1DoEswE I think it's because Kihara insisted that she hadn't smoked. But I do think she was the type of girl who hated cigarette smoke.

372 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2005/05/01(Sun) 14:45:12 ID: Ut3S+k9B Whether she smoked or not, the fact that she was there is the problem.

373 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/05/01(Sun) 15:42:19 ID: Z1DoEswE It was written in the official book at the time that out of the five members of the smoking group, three were suspended from high school and one was expelled. They had it coming, but it's so harsh to be fired from Onyanko Club and expelled from school.

382 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/05/02(Mon) 03:51:56 ID: QkKlggCU Nagata Ruriko wasn't shown in the Yūyake Nyan Nyan DVDs, since she didn't give permission for the DVDs. However, the girls who left Onyanko Club halfway through including the smoking group members were shown in the DVDs. Does that mean they all gave permission? If that's the case, I'm surprised the show's staff was able to track them down. But if you look closely, among the smoking group, Yoshino Kayoko was the only one who didn't have any conversations or close-ups, so they mightn't have been able to locate her.　 Unexpectedly, Nagata's case might also have been that they simply couldn't find her.

462 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/06/28(Tue) 05:58:31 ID: W5xTxejt The smoking group members seem to have had bad personalities.

463 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2005/07/08(Fri) 22:05:38 ID: M7hBJ1hR I don't know what their actual personalities were. They were high school girls appearing on TV, but at the same time, they were smoking cigarettes in a public place without hesitation. It made me feel a bit that their IQ was pretty low.　

671 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2006/06/06(Tue) 11:47:20 ID: hNs6ivFs How reliable are the following stories?

Okuda Mika - auditioned in 1992, now a housewife, actually a single mother Yoshino Kayoko - magazine cover Tomoda Mamiko - winner of a women's magazine knitwear award, bar proprietress for a while, now a housewife Satō Mayumi - Miss Ice Cream Teramoto Yōko - retired after marriage in 1996 Gomioka Tamaki - finished the recording.　 Yajima Yūko - Doctor Ōnuki Kaori - worked at a BDSM club

None of them are credible, and all of them smell fishy. I'm not sure how many of these are true.

706 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2006/07/21(Fri) 21:17:19 ID: OvC+4ymj The most DQN member was Okuda Mika?

768 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2006/11/10(Fri) 08:37:23 ID: uFVwuCFx I heard that among the smoking group, Okuda Mika and Tomoda Mamiko were working as dominatrices at BDSM clubs, is that true?

770 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2006/11/10(Fri) 10:17:21 ID: x/YsZUak

768 I don't know about Tomoda, but I've heard about Okuda. Some say that she started a Dial Q2 related company with the money she earned from being a dominatrix.

845 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/08/27(Mon) 01:17:52 ID: HlFmiDRW I think the highest quality girl among the smoking group was Tomoda Mamiko. If she'd stayed, she mighta become a core Onyanko among the early members.

858 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/09/05(Wed) 05:04:46 ID: SdQfNIhx It seems that the manager of Pink House in Harajuku, where my elder sister used to work part-time, was Satō Mayumi, membership number 10. She was a pretty yankee manager, and she used to yell at the clerks as loud as she could when sales were low. She made my elder sister go mad within a week.

859 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/09/05(Wed) 08:10:51 ID: mmzH3WhN

858 Oh! I read somewhere on the board that she had worked at a clothing store, but it was Pink House.

Satō Mayumi, Membership number 10, had the best interaction with Tsuru-chan(comedian Kataoka Tsurutarō's nickname).

Tsuru-chan asked her, "Is it true that you and Nitta don't get along?" She angrily replied, "It's not that I don't get along with Nitta, it's just that we don't fit well in terms of personality!" I thought Satō was a true yankee. At that moment, Nitta and her best friend Nakajima Miharu looked completely terrified.

860 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2007/09/05(Wed) 14:25:21 ID:QBzGsO7F Satō was badass! But I'm surprised she was involved in Pink House… I don't know if she was really a yankee or not.

861 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/09/07(Fri) 01:06:31 ID: 5QPwdtaD

858 I really miss Satō Mayumi. She always wore baggy, tacky clothes, didn't she? That's all I remember. 859 In an interview with Bomb!, an idol magazine, Nitta said that she didn't get along with the stylish girls of the smoking group from the very beginning. She was talking with Nakajima every day about when they should quit. I don't know if Satō's comment was the trigger or not.

862 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/09/07(Fri) 09:37:02 ID: suqG+TTY Satō Mayumi… her hair style was pretty shaggy, wasn't she?

Was there any truth to the rumor that she had once been a model? I heard that her participation in the Miss Ice Cream Contest was a mere gossip though.

865 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/09/09(Sun) 22:48:46 ID: yB/z48SY Okuda's face looks completely different between her Onyanko days and Playmate days. She was a little chubby and cute when she was a Onyanko girl. When she went nude, she was slim and beautiful. 3 years was enough to transform her so drastically.

Is she still working at Shimamura(home improvement store)?

867 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/09/13(Thu) 21:51:33 ID: yGm1uCyQ Not really something to brag about. But can I brag about it?

I was in the same class as Satō Mayumi in junior high school. At that time, she was more mature rather than a yankee. She had more male friends than female friends. There was a junior high school reunion the other day, but I couldn't make it cuz I had to accompany my wife on an errand. I heard that Satō attended the reunion. According to my friend who was there, Satō said self-mockingly, "I quit smoking after the birth of my child". She seems to have chatted openly with the guys around her. However, she adamantly refused to be photographed. I should also have attended there, then secretly photographed her.

Sorry for the long story.

870 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/09/18(Tue) 01:55:45 ID: z3CmAErI I'm pretty sure Tomoda Mamiko was the baddest girl among the smoking group! It's fucking awesome that there was such a smoking hot high school girl back then! I don't think it's appropriate to compare the two, but the country bumpkin Nitta Eri musta just smelled of piss. I guess Enokida and Yoshino's pussies stank enough.

872 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/09/18(Tue) 06:55:54 ID: beZ0KuzN Why did the fugly Kihara Aki stay so brazenly in Onyanko Club despite she was also in the photo?

873 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2007/09/18(Tue) 07:28:22 ID: jdSgYggv She insisted that she'd just been there. In addition, it helped that she had a relative who was an executive at the TV station, so she only had to refrain from appearing on the show for about two weeks. I'm pretty sure the smoking group was fucking pissed off. "Why were we the only ones fired?"

874 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2007/09/19(Wed) 11:48:23 ID: 703P+c0I Kihara was a fucking cunt.

875 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2007/09/19(Wed) 12:51:01 ID: 50Zdhv2S Among them was a member who was fired, even though it was only her skirt or something in the photo. And I heard that some of them were expelled from high school as well. It's so misery that they got fired from Onyanko Club and also from school.

876 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2007/09/19(Wed) 15:01:48 ID: yQQulp7U I've never liked or disliked Kihara, but after reading the respond number 873, I became to loathe her.

878 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/09/19(Wed) 17:03:33 ID: weZvtvU/ There was a rumor that the members of the smoking group would get together from time to time and bitched about Kihara.

879 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/09/19(Wed) 17:07:01 ID: weZvtvU/ By the way, due to the connections, Kihara was given the opportunity to have a regular column published in the idol magazine DUNK. Although her writings weren't particularly interesting.

886 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/11/13(Tue) 14:59:37 ID: PLHC5DjT Kihara became a member of Onyanko Club because of her uncle's connections. She was too different from the rest of the members. That means the reason she became a model before Onyanko Club was also because of her uncle's connections, wasn't it?

891 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2007/11/16(Fri) 00:45:59 ID:MQS+8HRl

886 Even though Kihara's uncle had connections with Fuji TV, it was incomprehensible that they let that bitch join Onyanko Club. Was her uncle such a guy in a powerful position? Apparently, he couldn't understand that his niece’s face wasn’t at all suitable for an idol.

911 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/07/14(Sun) 02:32:55.21 ID: 4u+MF/Sd The only thing I remember for sure was that Okuda Mika said at the time, "Kokushō Sayuri, she's a fucking cunt!" I was too busy with my part-time job to watch Yūyake Nyan Nyan, but Okuda and I were seated next to each other at Kurume High School.

912 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/07/14(Sun) 03:04:16.22 ID:fHHL6Y/u Nagoya Mika got scared when Tomoda Mamiko glared at her.

913 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2013/07/14(Sun) 07:50:59.50 ID:K1s0GEVO

911 Okuda repeated her junior year of high school, didn't she? She got fired shortly thereafter for smoking and then revived for nudity. Was she not a slut by any stretch of the imagination? 912 I see that one of the smoking group members was more strong-minded than Nagoya. I find it scary. Tomoda was particularly a standout girl, wasn't she?

914 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2013/07/14(Sun) 13:37:55.64 ID:PvZ9X9N6 But Tomoda was apparently being stalked by weird guys back then. She seems to have said so on the show.

915 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2013/07/14(Sun) 13:51:30.50 ID:rA94brOF Relationships among the earliest members of Onyanko Club.

Smoking Group Boss: Tomoda Mamiko Core members: Okuda Mika, Enokida Michiko, Yoshino Kayoko, Satō Mayumi Lower position members: Kihara Aki, Nagoya Mika

Separate Group A: Nitta Eri, Nakajima Miharu Separate Group B: Kokushō Sayuri, Fukunaga Satomi

I guess it woulda been something like this.

916 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2013/07/14(Sun) 19:40:03.57 ID:77KCyQig If the smoking group had stayed, it's possible that Onyanko Club's record debut would have been ruined. In a sense, Onyanko Club is now a legend because the smoking group got fired at the perfect time.

917 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/07/15(Mon) 18:43:58.12 ID:K0rkqFHf Utsumi Kazuko was threatened by Okuda Mika and Tomoda Mamiko as soon as she joined Onyanko Club.

918 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/07/17(Wed) 11:41:13.97 ID:ypvunTr5 If the five members of the smoking group had stayed, would Kokushō have kept hiding in the background? If the others had backed Kokushō, would they have confronted the smoking group?

919 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/07/26(Fri) 13:38:42.82 ID:OQtBOjR0 Tomoda Mamiko was said to look like the actress Tanaka Yūko. She was beautiful, prominent, and probably a bossy character. Had she stayed, 1985 might have been a very different year. Although Takai Mamiko and Kawai Sonoko stood out as core members that year.

921 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/07/30(Tue) 09:17:44.70 ID:yhijufIO Well, if the smoking group had dominated, the current legend of Onyanko Club would never be what it is today. "When he asks me out on a date, it's no fun if I don't give him my virginity♪" (Note that this is a line from the lyrics of the infamous Onyanko Club song "Don't Make Me Take Off My Sailor Uniform".) Some members of the smoking group wouldn't have been virgins any longer.

922 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/07/30(Tue) 09:21:50.50 ID:yhijufIO The girls of the smoking group mocked the country bumpkin Nitta Eri. But they've been mocked ever since they got fired, to this day. You never know what will happen in life, do you?

924 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2013/07/30(Tue) 14:30:34.15 ID:5+rj9y5g Tomoda Mamiko also looked like the early Moritaka Chisato. She was a talented girl too good to be fired. It was all right for the smoking group members to have been fired, except for Tomoda, but I wanted only her to stay.

925 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/07/30(Tue) 18:59:14.08 ID:kpis8x5d Tomoda was considered to be very beautiful, but was she really that beautiful? Okuda was more beautiful than Kokushō in the beauty contest on the TV show "high school girl special", though.

926 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/07/31(Wed) 19:11:47.86 ID:lRbXjlcG If Okuda had stayed, she would have become popular along with Nitta. Since Okuda seems to have loathed Kokushō, she might have joined Nitta's group. Or would Nitta have become Okuda's minion?

927 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/08/01(Thu) 00:17:15.98 ID:5W48DB8p If the smoking group hadn't been fired, Okuda Mika would have been a popular member. Yoshino Kayoko was suitable for Nyangilas both in terms of looks and personality. (Note that Nyangilas was the most insincere and unorthodox subgroup in Onyanko Club, which could only be described as making fun of people. Its members were Tatsumi Rika, Kihara Aki, Nagoya Mika, and Shiraishi Mako.) Tomoda Mamiko was more of a beautiful sister character than an idol. Enokida Michiko and Satō Mayumi would have had no special characteristics.

930 Name: No Name Whatsoever [] Posted Date: 2013/08/07(Wed) 09:53:28.13 ID:dxbRG1s9 The earliest members of Onyanko Club seem to have been more of a bunch of yankee high school girls rather than amateurs.

932 Name: No Name Whatsoever [sage] Posted Date: 2013/08/08(Thu) 00:00:40.33 ID:yrozPyla All Nighters would have been legendary. If the smoking group could have been legendary. However, a number of rumors, which may or may not be true about the smoking group, have persisted to this day. This is due to the popularity of Onyanko Club. The members of the smoking group themselves have no value.

[monarch-boo]

I'm shaking with rage over this stupid motherfucker on Twitter.

[erixyin]

Poison Running Through My Veins | Part 1

Another Eddie Munson x reader fic! I'm sorry it took so long but I had no inspiration for ages and then BOOM all of the sudden and I'm like okay guess I'm writing until midnight.

And I'm introducing my other red flag of a man, Billy Hargrove. Yes. He's alive in this okay and no I don't care about canon right now.

Summary/ Idea: Eddie sees you in school parking lot being very close with your ex. Jealousy and angst ensues.

I swear this was supposed to be a fun little idea and it just ended up turning into this. Whatever this is.

Warnings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, using she/her pronouns, no mention of Y/N, Billy Hargrove is alive, Steve Harrington being a parent and doing damage control, jealousy, angst, pain, tension, little bit of billy hargrove x reader, violent tempers, Eddie be angry and jealous, reference to a Losing Sight of You, argument, possessive!eddie, highly jealous!eddie, crying, so much fucking angst, lmk if I've forgotten any.

Sorry if any errors, I haven't proofread it yet but when I do, I'll edit it properly.

No minors allowed please and thank you.

Words: 3332

I think that's everything :)

Please do not repost anywhere, I will be posting this on my AO3 and putting link here.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Eddie leaned against the side of his van, arms crossed and body slumped hard against the back door. He was trying his hardest not to stare, really, he was. He fidgeted with his rings. He shoved his hands in his pockets. Then crossed his arms. Looking up at the sky, looking to the rest of the parked cars in the school parking lot. He was trying to not stare.

But every time, his eyes would drag back to the same spot he had been staring at for over 15 minutes. His leg bounced as he crossed his arms again. Fighting the urge to draw attention to himself and smack his fist against the van, he shoved his hand into his back pocket to get a smoke. Cursing as his lighter refused to light. "Fucking come on you stupid piece of crap" he muttered, baring his teeth as he grimaced.

"Munson, you alright?"

He almost jumped out of his skin as Steve tapped his shoulder. Eddie swallowed his scream but mouthed 'Jesus H Christ' as he dropped the cigarette that was in his hand, reaching into his back pocket for another one. Eyes flickering back to their original location before, going back to successfully lighting his cigarette and taking a deep drag.

Steve looking at Eddie's obviously flustered state in pure confusion. "Seriously, what is up with you-" Steve followed Eddie's line of sight and let out a small "ah" before falling silent himself and putting his hands on his hips disapprovingly.

Robin coming up to the side of Steve and gagging at the smell of smoke. Then her eyes almost bulging out of her skull at the parking lot, "Holy shit! When did Billy Hargrove get out of hospital??" Instinctively she looked to Steve for answers, but when she was met with an uncomfortably loud silence, she paused.

"Long enough to be chatting up my girlfriend" Eddie spat, quickly finishing the cigarette he only lit a few minutes ago to then scrummage through his pocket for another. As soon as another one was in his hand, Robin snatched it out of his grip.

"Dude, he's not chatting her up. They just used to date" she shrugged unbothered and threw the cigarette away. Turning back to see Steve staring at her like 'why did you do that' and Eddie looking like he was torn between throwing up and killing a man.

"They used to date?!" he hissed, trying to lower his voice. He was aware that the parking lot was practically empty but still.

Steve massaged his temples, "Yeah before the Star Court Mall situation" Eddie grinded his teeth and raked his hand through his hair, wincing slightly at the pain. "Honestly though dude, you shoulda known. It was big news throughout the whole school, Dustin never told you?"

Eddie paused at that. Maybe Dustin did tell him, but he didn't listen because he didn't pay you any attention until the last year of high school. But he remembered one thing. You had definitely never brought it up. You never even mentioned Billy Hargrove. You just mentioned that you had dated someone else before Eddie and frankly, Eddie was delighted. He knew that whoever your ex had been it wasn't something you talked about much. Eddie took that as you didn't think there wasn't much to talk about. Which meant you didn't have any high expectations when it came to dating him. But you still hadn't ever brought up just who your ex was or how it had ended. And that was what was eating him up inside. Especially since he had to hear it from someone else.

He turned his attention back to you and him chatting. Honestly, he wasn't sure why he was getting so worked up over nothing. You were just chatting to him. Sure you had the brightest smile on your face when you had ran over to him, pausing in mid conversation to see a black car pull over in the school parking lot and a tall figure step out. You still had the same smile on your face when the figure had walked over to you, clearly in pain but pushing through. The same smile on your face when he returned it. The same smile when you looked to the ground as Billy winked at you, and Eddie knew you were blushing.

"Munson, you can't take Billy in a fight so don't even try it" Steve said stealing Eddie's concentration. Eddie knew it was in case you looked back and saw how upset he was. Maybe this was why you had never brought it up. He raised his eyebrow at Steve. "Trust me, I tried." Steve said shuddering as he remembered the fight that seemed like forever ago.

"She never brought him up with me" Eddie admitted. Looking at the sky, blinking quickly, running his hand through his hair again. In the however many months you two had been dating and a year of friendship beforehand, you hadn't brought it up once. Robin and Steve gave each other a look.

"It wasn't an easy relationship" Robin offered. She knew the things you had told her. But equally she couldn't let Eddie suffer like this. "She ended it and they stayed close friends" She bit her lip looking at Steve for help.

"How close?" Eddie growled as he watched you stand on your tip toe and lean into a hug with Billy fucking Hargrove. One of his hands on upper waist, lower back, the other is slightly higher up holding you firm against him and yours around his neck.

Energy and rage rattling around inside him, feeling like he was either gonna explode or faint. So, he channelled his rage and as confidently as he could, held himself tall and started walking over. Robin elbowing Steve to catch his attention and he whipped round and saw Eddie striding towards you two. Steve quickly caught u to him, practically running towards you, and clapped his hand on Eddie's back basically telling him to 'cool the fuck down'.

As they got closer Steve called out to you, "Yo man! When did you get out of hospital?" Hearing this, you quickly separated yourself from Billy. Billy didn't let go of you as quickly and let his hands linger on you for a little longer. Your heart did a weird somersault when you turned and saw Steve and Eddie walking towards you. Seeing Eddie's face, you knew it wasn't good, but you pushed those feelings down. As Billy's hand slid down your back, the small shiver that seeped through you, you know Eddie saw.

"You still fucking here Harrington?" Steve rolled his eyes. "And who are you?" Billy scoffed pulling a cigarette out from behind his ear. You inwardly sighed. You knew Billy was deliberately pissing off Eddie. You knew he knew who Eddie was.

Sending a small look to Billy you jumped in before Eddie could retort, "This is my boyfriend, Eddie Munson. You know the guy I told you about, he has a band" You smiled your brightest smile.

"Yeah Corroded Coffin, we play Metallica covers and original songs" Eddie said puffing out his chest a little. He was nothing compared to Billy, even though Billy had been in hospital for months and not near his workout gear for ages. You tentatively tried to stand near Eddie but doing so you ended up being closer to Billy. Not what you had intended.

Eddie slung his arm around you, heavy and tight and you almost toppled over at the sheer aggression of the action. Confused by Eddie's tough guy pretention, you completely missed the way Billy smirked and raised his eyebrows at Steve. Steve just looked like he wanted to really not be there. You glanced behind you seeing Robin with the rest of the kids. You could see there was a discussion going on but you couldn't obviously hear. You just knew it wasn't good with the way Max was looking at you four.

When you thought the testosterone levels were going to explode, the words ended up falling out of your mouth before you could stop them, "We have a gig on Friday, you could come if you wanted to...?" You hadn't meant it to sound like a question and you're not sure why you asked but you'd done it now.

"We? You in the band too?" Billy asked, curiousity twinkling in his eyes and the grip on your shoulder tightened.

"Yeah, the lead singer and Eddie's the guitarist" Steve said trying to quickly end the conversation. He noticed your wince in pain as Eddie's grip on you continued to tighten. Steve gave Eddie a look, but it appeared that Eddie ignored him.

"You're sleeping with the lead guitarist? You're moving up in the world, my girl" At the pet-name you froze and smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Billy was grinning, knowing full well what an absolute shit he was being. Fucking bastard.

Eddie hadn't said a word, but he didn't have to from the way his entire body tensed.

Oh shit

"Anyways. We gotta be going, rehearsal and all that." Eddie said with a tight smile, pulling you away from Billy. You stumbled backwards slightly at the sudden movement and almost fell.

"It was nice seeing you Billy" you managed to say before being dragged away for good. Steve on the other side of you in case you accidentally fell over again.

"See you around doll" You heard Billy call after you. You saw Max walk past you as he yelled, "Oi shithead! Get in the car!" with less animosity than before the Star Court Mall fire but still not with much warmth either.

It was going to be an interesting drive home...

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The car ride home was silent. Not even turning on Metallica or Iron Maiden helped the situation. Eddie had ejected the tape and shoved it into his side door pocket mid-way through the song.

You had opened your mouth to speak but got shut down real quick, "Not now" was all Eddie said. His voice remained levelled and calm, which only scared you more.

It was only when he pulled up outside his trailer did you wish you could return to the silence.

"Billy Hargrove, huh" he started. It was phrased as a statement rather than a question, so you didn't answer. He turned to finally look at you and you could see the wildfire behind his eyes. You had never seen Eddie like this. You swallowed and slowly undid your seatbelt.

"When were you gonna tell me that your last ex-boyfriend was Billy fucking Hargrove? The biggest asshole that ever showed up to Hawkins High." Eddie locked the car doors as you tried to reach for the door handle. Oh no.

You didn't usually have big explosive fights. The last fight you had that was this big was when he had been keeping it a secret that he had been doing drug deals and meeting up with Chrissy Cunningham - when both of you knew full well, that he used to have a crush on her since middle school.

"You never asked" you shrugged your shoulders. You knew that wasn't the answer he was looking for, but it was the most straightforward one. Because it was the truth. He hadn't ever asked or pressed further about your past relationship.

"I had to find out from Steve and that was after you had run off to be all flirty with him"

That made your blood boil, "What is that supposed to mean? I wasn't being flirty, you idiot! I was happy that he was finally out of hospital. I was there at Star Court Mall too ya know!" Huffing you put your head in your hands. Completely shocked that you were even having this conversation right now.

"Oh yeah sure that's what we're calling it." He smacked the side of the driving wheel making you almost jump. Eddie talked with his hands, but he never hit things. You started feeling uneasy and trapped.

You ran your hands down your face and tried to keep yourself calm. You knew Eddie would let you out once he had calmed down a bit. You just had to get him there. "Oh my god what is going on? I love you - you absolute dumbass! I'm with you, I sleep with you, I practically almost live with you considering how much I come round to yours." You voice sounding strangled at the end. "Why are you so worked up about this?"

Looking at him exasperated you could see his eyes still blazing with unquenched fire.

Then it dawned on you.

"Are you jealous?" You looked at him as you waited for a response. When none came and he looked down at the steering wheel biting his lip, you gasped. "You are jealous! Is this what this is all about?" You relaxed into your chair your mind going hazy with both disbelief and shock. "So, cards on the table. You go and sneak off with your middle school crush for weeks on end, during which you avoid me, and I have to find you and confront you about it. But on the other hand, I'm just talking to my ex-boyfriend in a friendly way, and you fly off the handle after not even 20 minutes?!"

You waited for his response. When none came you clicked the air in front of his face annoyed. "Hello? Got nothing to say? What, did you lose your argument when you realised that you got nothing to be angry about?"

When he just looked at you, you just sunk back down into your chair. Arms crossed, annoyed and exasperated that your boyfriend was even angry about this in the first place. Gently rubbing your thumb over the part of your shoulder he had been gripping tightly during your encounter with Billy, you bit the inside of your cheek. You weren't sure what on earth you had to do to prove to Eddie that you weren't going anywhere and that he shouldn't be jealous. But from his expression and the way anger was still flowing through him, you knew your words would fall on deaf ears.

"Let me out of the car Eddie" you said. Feeling claustrophobic in the car with all this anger and negativity swirling around in front of you, you needed to in the fresh air.

"Not until you promise me you won't see him again" Eddie breathed out, staring ahead of him at the trailer door.

You looked at him thinking that he was joking. But the look on his face said that he was definitely not. Still, "you're kidding" you scoffed. He couldn't be serious. Eddie had never been like this with anyone else. He was jealous of Steve, you knew that, especially at the beginning of the relationship. But he had never said that you couldn't see him. This was ridiculous.

"Promise me" Eddie responded in a monotone voice. He still wasn't looking at you.

"Eddie, you're scaring me. Please let me out of the car" you tried again. A tremor of fear ran up your spine and you saw Eddie finally look at you. The fire behind his eyes was gone but the poison that had inflicted him with this jealousy. The poison was still there. His pupil massive, like he was on something. You could see it in the way he stared at you expressionless. Your heart rate quickening.

You've never known Eddie to be scary like this. This kind of possessiveness reminded you of home and the flashback memories started coming to the front of your mind. Your hand fumbled as you tried frantically to jiggle the door handle, but it was still locked.

Eddie grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, "Am I your replacement for him? What, we both listen to heavy rock and know about the Upside Down so you think 'yeah I can replace him with another fucking weirdo'? Were you planning on leaving me as soon as he got better?" As you shook your head repeatedly, his grip on your wrist tightened, "Now, promise me" he said each word slowly. Over punctuating each syllable.

"Eddie, please." your voice trembled with fear and pain. Where he was holding you on your wrist was aching and you could see your hand turning blue with lack of blood circulation.

You saw something flash behind his eyes and all of a sudden, his pupils returned back to regular size, and he let go of you. He unlocked the doors and stayed sat inside the car before jumping out and slamming his door shut. You shrunk back at the noise, your body taught with fear and caressing the purple bruise forming around your wrist from how tightly Eddie had been holding you.

You slowly got out of the car, legs wobbling slightly. Closing the door slowly, you leaned against the cool metal of the van. Breathing deeply, you sighed at the fight that had just unfolded. Your head was swimming with thoughts. Why was Eddie so jealous of Billy? Was he this jealous of Steve when he was first introduced to the gang? None of what he said he meant right? You could provide no answers to the questions swirling inside your mind. But you heard footsteps, so you straightened up, ready in case Eddie wanted a round 2.

You felt yourself be pulled into a gentle hug. Your nose breathing in his scent slowly. Still trying to keep your breathing steady so that you didn't start crying. "I'm so sorry for how I was with you then. I just got so angry" Your face buried into his hair so you could barely hear what he was saying over the sound of your mind and your heartbeat. "My dad used to lose his temper like that with me, I guess I lived up to the Munson name." You knew he was trying to apologise and make a joke out of it, but it felt like he was excusing his behaviour to genetics. You made a small 'hmm' noise in response and the hug became slightly tighter

You pulled away first. "I'm gonna go home. I need to be on my own for a bit" you murmured. Refusing to look him in the eye, because you were still terrified, you'd see the poison still there and also because you knew if you looked at him, you would definitely lose all control of your emotions and weep.

"I'll call you?" He offered. You simply nodded. Your vocal cords tired after the short but explosive fight. He'd let you walk to your trailer across the trailer park by yourself. He knew he had overstepped the line and he knew that you needed space. He sighed. "I've really fucked this up" he pinched the bridge of his nose and walk walked into his trailer when you began walking away.

As you made your way passed Max's trailer you stopped to pet one of your neighbours' dogs. The silly good boy wagged his tail and whined, putting his paw up against the fence. "I'm fine, I promise" you managed a small smile when you reached through the fence to scratch his ears. A couple of small tears escaped through the quick blinking of your eyes. You used your other hand to wipe them away, pausing when you saw the bruise on your wrist develop fully.

The doggy whined and sniffed at your hand before licking your fingers softly. "Thanks for making me feel a bit better" you let out a soft laugh at the feeling. "You're a good boy" you said, and the doggy woofed in response, clearly pleased.

"And here's me thinking you'd only call me that"

You turned around too quickly, almost losing your footing, but a large hand caught you by the waist in time. You recognised the voice and the hand simultaneously.

"Hi billy"

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