#MUCH APPRECIATED YAYAS

[slipperysheep]

I just saw your ts! Underswap Sans

You draw him so gooooooddd!!! My goodness! I really like the way you draw him! Keep up the great work! 💙

THANK YOU SO MCUH!!!!

NOOGIES YOU AFFECTIONATELY!!!!!!

[satorisoup]

people will think im ordinary until they say one (1) thing about tmnt and all of a sudden im explaining the entire lore starting from the 1990’s movie & why donatello is the best turtle i fear… T^T

tag limit fights me… i must yap… please listen… SOB </3

[tide--clan]

Moon 4

The batpaw moon ya...y

[brighteuphony]

Sakura and Kakashi's relationship has a pretty contentious start.

Tea Country had just gone through a brutal civil war, and Konoha, eager to reestablish friendly relations (and trading routes), sent Kakashi to escort the newly seated Daimyo's advisor across tea country as she relays his will.

Kakashi then proceeds to go through an entire amusement parks worth of emotional rollercoasters when he discovers that Sakura is said counsel.

So not only is his previous student alive and well, she's his client. All his pack instincts are in overdrive and conflicting with the anbu ice in his veins- the one that demands immaculate professionalism. Sakura isn't particularly happy about his appointment, but she's got bigger worries- though they clash multiple times over the course of several weeks as they travel from town to town.

Sometime after Sasori gets buried, (so about a year or so of delicious tension) that's when their romance starts- though it's very tentative and Kakashi is the first to catch mad feelings as he realizes just how much he appreciates this new, changed Sakura (turns out that wasn't just professional admiration lmao). After their first few clashes, they get along very well, and Sakura's claws sharpen his teeth better than anyone else's.

Sakura is dry and funny, pragmatic in a way that the shinobi in him appreciates, carrying herself with confidence and deft that Kakashi finds extremely attractive. All these new feelings war with the guilt of leaving her behind when she was young, for not fighting hard enough- not to mention the complete inappropriateness of crushing so hard on a former student...

That and the fact that he enjoys it when she makes him heel- our mans is having a very hard time.

@blackdarjilingtea

@mimi-yaya

Once again, thank to everyone for all the kind words and all the support for this AU!! <3 <3

[keetika]

 —   ⁺  𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀  ,  1982  [ #1628 GIFS ]  OUR KIND OF PEOPLE  /  yaya dacosta is afro-brazlian, black, cherokee & white, please cast accordingly and use appropriately. all of the gifs have been created from scratch by me. to access the gifs please click the source link. do not edit, claim as your own or add into your own hunts! time and effort were spent into making these gifs, a like or a reblog would be much appreciated!

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[ ! ] content warning: kissing, alcohol, body image

[nathanielzalexandria]

Fannon Steve Harrington is such a "you never asked so I never explicitly said (because I thought it was a known fact/obvious and I wasn't hiding it and I did mention it)" girlie and I appreciate it...

So here's some rambly angst.

The fall of 1984 was an absolute fucking nightmare for Steve. He had no friends, no girlfriend and no parents and the upside-down returned. To be fair, by simply choosing to be and stay with Nancy after last year was the main reason why most of his friendships by virtue of Steve pulling away. Nancy cheating on him and then leaving him for Byers crushed his soul and self-esteem but he should have seen it coming when he returned to school after missing a week to attend his parents funeral and she didn't acknowledge any of that, only focusing on the guilt eating at her from hiding Barbs death from her parents. It had crossed his mind to bring it up to Nancy what was going on in his life but... when they died in that accident it was all over the news and he had told her he was going to Italy to bury his parents.

His father Aidan Harrington, an Irish Hawkins born, was a famous international operatic tenor. It was during the production of La Traviata that his father met his mother Emilia and their romance and careers grew from there. They eventually got married and had their baby Stefano Harrington. So for the first few years of life he travelled with them to different productions until they eventually settled down into semi retirement until he turned 14.

It was Steve that pushed his parents to get back into opera once he entered high school. He was old enough to take care of himself and he had a phone so he could call every night. So when they died in a car accident on their way from the Opera house in Italy, Steve in that moment couldn't help but blame himself for their death. The crash was plastered over screens and the papers as the music community mourned heir loss and the funeral in Italy doubly so -now with his face attached. And for that week, he didn't cry

He had expected when he returned some acknowledgement of the event but, other than one band geek with the curly hair, that did not happen. So he did what he did best, ignore it and go to a party with Nancy on Halloween. Then everything with the upside down unfolded and there was no time.

By the time he returned from the hospital to his empty home, he broke down. He was now completely alone with no support system. Its probably why he reached out to Owens for a therapist. If it wasn't for Dr Kelly... Steve wasn't sure if he might have stayed around long enough to meet Robin and he certainly would not be around to save Eddie...

Which is how he ended up here.

In the hospital.

In a hospital bed and the rest of the party stuffed into the room.

El and her group had arrived at the hospital half an hour before and were exchanging stories from the past few days. Apparently, El was kidnapped, had regained her powers and was able to stop Vecna with the help of the guy with the amazing silky hair. Steve just watched them from the bed, trying not to move too much

"Xiomaro Argyle. But I prefer Argyle, dude" the man with the long silky hair introduced himself to Steve. somewhere in the background, Steve hears someone say, "his name is Xiomaro?"

"Stefano Harrington, but everyone calls me Steve," he replied. One of the kids echoed Stefano.

He hadn't expected Argyle's response. "Wait -like that opera couple my yaya always listens too? What were they called?"He paused as he racked his brain before snapping. "Adrian and Emilia, right? My grandma was crushed when they died in that car crash. She light's a candle for them every Dios de los Muertos. Sorry about that bro."

And at that, Steve's world froze, because this was the first person other than his parents to say those words to him. He quickly wiped the tear from his eye before the other's could see. He hadn't realised that the room had quieted.

"YOU'RE PARENTS ARE DEAD?" Dustin yelled.

Steve barely had the chance to speak when Nancy cut in, angry, for some reason.

"When did this happen and why didn't you say anything? Jesus H Christ, you're always hiding from your feelings like some macho idiot and you neve confront anything!"

Nancy had continued to berate him but Steve zoned out. Chest feeling tight with the boiling anger growing behind his sternum.

"I. did." He interrupted simply.

"No you didn't."

"I did because

You were still my fucking girlfriend at that time and it would be shitty of me not to tell you

I had to go to Italy to bury them at my mother's family cemetery according to their will. It would be wrong if I didn't tell my girlfriend I was going to be missing a week of school and why. Which I did the night I learnt about their death and I came by your house."

Nancy faltered a bit at that, losing some of her righteous fury, but she pressed on. "I would remember something like that, Steven"

"No you wouldn't. The same way you can't seem to remember that my name is Stephano and not Steven even though I told you that and it was all over my stuff home."

Her mouth clicked shut at that and an embarrassed blush covered her face. On a normal day, he would have stopped there and maybe vent to his therapist but he was still raw from the past few days and Nancy toying with his emotions only to forget about him once Johnathan came back.

"Okay, let's say I didn't tell you. My parents' death was everywhere including their funeral and you didn't see it although you always read the papers. I was not in the country for a week, which meant I was not at home for a week, and thus not in school for a week and you didn't notice that I your then-boyfriend just disappeared? You didn't think to question where I was, if you did notice, when I got back?"

There was no answer. He couldn't stop the bitter laugh from bubbling up

"Fuck. You really weren't paying attention to me? I just thought you were feeling guilty about barb and trying to fix things for her parents which is why you didn't say anything. Not just that I registered so low on your list of importance that my words just flowed into one ear and out the other."

He was getting worked up and his therapist would be disappointed that he didn't stop there. "And what about the rest of you? You saw my parents and just what? Assumed they abandoned me or something?"

The silence was now suffocating, and Steve could not stand their ashamed looks at each other.

"And none of you asked me any questions about it?

"You know what? Fuck you, Nancy! You're standing there on your pedestal, calling me a "macho idiot" that I'm hiding from my feelings as if I would have had anyone to talk to seeing that you and Johnathan avoided me once you started dating. Newsflash! That's why I have a fucking government therapist I see every Wednesday since 84!"

He let the last statement hang heavy in the air like the sword of Damocles over the group before deflating and flopping back In his hospital bed, emotionally spent. Eyes glued to the ceiling.

"Everyone, just... just leave."

He waited until he thought he heard everyone leave and looked back down, startled when he saw that Eddie was still in the room.

"Don't be too hard on the shitheads for too long. For all their collective intelligence they are still a pack of idiots too sure of themselves to not consider that surface-level Steve is all that exist."

Steve said nothing to that, already feeling shitty for blowing up on the kids, and a little less shitty about blowing up on Nancy.

"Anyway, you also seem to forget that I wished you condolences that week so maybe yoy should not be too hard on them."

At that, Steve focused on Eddie, wracking his brain and being confused with its results.

"You were a band kid?" Steve asked incredulously

Eddie lazily shrugged, "It was a phase. Now, seeing that it seems that you have it on your chest heavy enough that just hearing their names almost made you cry; tell me about your parents, Stevie."

In Steve's chest, he felt something... Flutter.

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This one got away from me, but this is all I have. This is slightly inspired by a post I saw from piratefishmama about Steve having good parents and everyone just assumed they were bad people even though they never asked him any questions (it's deleted; don't look for it). And don't ask me why they are opera singers my brain just latched onto that being their profession and why their death was everywhere.

[twinvenus]

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HELLO! i'm low on money and currently not in work. i am therefore setting up character commissions once more! until further notice i will be doing pay what you want (PWYW) at a minimum of £5!

this will be really valuable to me as a way to tide over until uni and my job begin, as well as practicing with my new art programme. any support will be deeply appreciated.

more info about what i can do under the cut :-]

⭐MY KO-FI⭐

YAYA:

your OCs ! i love drawing OCs.

i don't have deep experience with drawing furries, but it's something i definitely enjoy.

animals!

humans, robots, any age range

i love style variety and can draw in a variety of styles! you can specify what vibes you want when you request.

characters from media you like! real people, cartoons, anything!

NO THANKS:

nsfw

fetish

extreme gore

i ask you to please be considerate of the complexity of your request compared to the amount you give, but PWYW is PWYW! i have the right to refuse a request if i feel uncomfortable with it, in which case you will be refunded.

thanks so much :-]

[catboymoments]

Pocd anon here again. I’ll be completely honest, idk how I feel about you drawing that stuff with Huntlow. Like you said it definitely feels like a grey area cause, on one hand, I know that you drew them in their canon adult designs, but on the other hand any nsfw that involves them just gives me the ick. In my head, I still see them as kids since that is what they were for the entire series up until the very end. That said, I do appreciate that you don’t do that anymore, and appreciate you acknowledging/apologizing for your mistake. Plus, to my knowledge, I don’t think anything too explicit was shown, correct?

Yaya thats pretty much what it was, it was mostly me projecting some thoughts and feelings I myself have had as a young adult/person in their early 20’s dealing with sexual trauma/sexual dysfunction and more about like. The characters themselves being happy than doing it for h word reasons. Idk it’s weird and hard to explain HAHA

[catch1ngmoths]

Can you do like a one where quackity takes care of you when your drunk buutttt before you became drunk yall have a big fight, then you left to go to the bar alone and you get like really drunk and he finds you and takes care of you

I'm sorry if half of this doesn't make sense, and if it's too long😭😭😭😭

𓇢𓆸 Drunk in love 𓇢𓆸

Summary: after a big fight with Alex, you drink to numb the heartbreak you feel. But after getting too drunk, you call Alex. And of course, he comes to your rescue.

Note: ITS THE WEEKEND SO IMA POST YAYA!! also thank you guys for the support, it’s always appreciated! Also I’m watching the Florida project bc they put it back on Netflix 😋

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“Fuck.” You slur as you dial his number. You and Alex had a big fight about an hour and a half ago, and it ended in you storming out y’all’s shared apartment with tears rolling down your face. You just felt like he never had time for you, and of course you knew he was busy and stuff but it’d be nice to always feel loved by your boyfriend…

On the other hand, he felt as though you were being selfish. He had to work, he had things to do? He spends enough time with you. He felt as though you were just being needy. But once he heard the door slam followed by silence, he knew he fucked up.

His hands run down his face as he sits on the end of y’all’s shared bed. He picks up his phone, his finger hovering over the “call” button on your contact but he decides against it. Putting his phone down. He waited another hour and finally…

*RING* *RIN-* he picked up in the middle of the second ring, like he was waiting near his phone..“y/n! Are you okay, where are you?” Alex’s worried voice rings out in your ear. “A-Alex- I need you to-I need you to c-come get meee~” Alex can tell by your voice that your drunk, and someone like you being alone, drunk, and vulnerable at this time at night was not good.

“Baby-where are you?” Alex says, the jingling of keys are heard in the background as you drunkly stutter out where you are. Not even 10 minutes later, you see his car park right next to you. As Alex gets out the drivers seat, you walk towards him- well more like stumble towards him.

“Amor, come on let’s get you home now” Alex says grabbing your arm to steady you and leading you to the passenger seat. He drives home as you lay your head on the window, your mind racing with thoughts. Once you get home Alex helps you out of the clothes you’re wearing now, and into some clean ones. He washes your face and helps you into bed.

Once you’re in bed he snuggles up next to you. “I’m sorry.” He says softly into your hair, pressing kisses to your head. “Hm..?” You whisper, as you look up at your beloved. “I’m sorry- fuck, Ive been a shit boyfriend. And you don’t deserve that, I’ll try to be- no I will be a better boyfriend to you.” He says kissing your forehead.

“I promise.” He says, his black eyes staring into yours. “Thank-thank you Lex” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He smiles as you nuzzle closer to him, pressing into his bare chest with a soft smile.

He loves you more than anything in the world. While you were gone he just stared at the ceiling, feeling like an absolute dick. He recalled all the times he streamed instead of spending time with you. All the times he worked on lore instead of coming to bed. All the times he neglected you and your needs

As he felt your breathing on his chest, he felt so much love for you. He sighed, pressing kisses to your hair. Alex pulls your sleeping body closer to his, as he feels his eyes get heavy.

He would be better. For you. He would always do it for you. Always.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Curtis Everett, Outta my mind by Monsune

"You've been haunting me for forty days and forty nights

I been waiting for the right time

To let you know that I been lookin' for you all of my life

Feels like walkin' on a landslide

Let me take you, take you down"

Sun In Your Eyes

Warnings: none

Character: Curtis Everett

Summary: You return something important to your neighbour.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! &lt;3

“Tanya!” You shriek, “ew, that’s enough.”

You stick out your tongue over the top of your bottle. She can be so crass and her account of her last fling is hardly wholesome. She giggles and you can’t help but join her. God, you missed this.

“I’m gonna get to school and be a mile behind you, Yaya,” you sigh and take a swig of the Corona.

“Nah, you’ll catch up,” she winks as she leans back, her pink bikini top low on her cleavage, the bottoms skimpy and barely clinging to her hips. “Guys love the cute ones.”

“Cute,” you pout and look down at yourself. Excuse her, you’re wearing a two piece. The halter top and match high rise bottoms are a blue and white checker print you particularly adored.

“Ah, you know I’m the bad girl of the bunch, bestie,” she tilts her head back, basking in the sun as it glistens on her mellow skin. “I told you we should’ve done this at my place, no fun without a pool.”

“We have a pool,” you scoff and point to the kiddie pool by the fence.

She snickers and flicks you off. She lays back full on the lounger and flips down her sunglasses. 

“Good thing your mom doesn’t count her Coronas or I wouldn’t have bothered.”

“Don’t be such a downer,” you chide as you take another deep gulp. The sun is hot and vibrant and the beer isn’t helping how it makes your head swim. 

“You’re a terrible host,” she drains the last of her bottle and wiggles it in the air, “I’m in need of a refill.”

You stand and huff, dramatically trodding over in your flip flops, “and you’re a prize guest.”

You laugh and take the empty. Tanya’s funny. She talks a big game but she’s bent over backwards time and time again. She plays the bitch but has the biggest heart you know of.

“Maybe you should have some water?” You tease.

“Bring me some water and I’ll make sure to cool you off,” she threatens.

You snort and leave her. She fans herself with her hand as you peek back from the sliding door. Your gap year couldn’t end soon enough. Each day you regret your indecision and the months spent trying to pick a program all while pushing face cream down at the boutique.

As you pluck a fresh Corona from the lower shelf, the doorbell nearly has it slipping from your grasp. You set it on the counter and go to see which neighbour is there to tell you to turn your music down. You inch open the door and peek out, surprised at who awaits you on the other side.

“Hey, Curtis,” you greet awkwardly as you hid behind the door, “mom’s away with Dawn.”

“Ah,” the syllable rumbles in his chest. His lazy blue eyes meet yours as he brushes a hand over his buzzcut. The front of his grey tank top is soaked in sweat and streaked with oil, “no problem. Um, I lent her a wrench, I was just hoping to get it back.”

“Oh? I wouldn’t know… uh, yeah, let me see if I can find it.”

“Thanks,” he tucks his thumbs in his pockets and looks over his shoulder.

“Er, you wanna come in? It’s hot out here.”

“I’m fine,” he shrugs.

“Okay, well, you’re more than welcome,” you let the door open a little more, “I’ll just go check the mess drawer.”

“Sure.”

He doesn’t make a move to come inside. You leave the door open and skirt away to the kitchen. You pull open the junk drawer but there’s only duck tape and a pile of outdated bills. Hmmm. You flutter over to the closet behind the bathroom and sort through the box of old frames and cassettes. Shoot.

Oh, wait.

You rush back into the hall. Curtis’ shadow looms in the doorframe but you pay him no heed as you turn and head back to the sliding door. You let yourself out as Tanya rolls onto her stomach.

“Where’s my beer?” She pouts.

“Coming, just gotta…” you trail off and disappear into the shed. Got it.

You grab the wrench and hurry back across the yard. Tanya mutters, ‘typical’, but doesn’t complain further.

You bounce down the hall in triumph, forgetting yourself as you present the prize. “Here! Sorry, mom’s not really the organized type.”

“No problem,” his cheek dimples as his eyes flick up to meet yours. 

You cross your arm over your stomach, suddenly embarrassed. Oh gosh, that must’ve been a rather ungraceful entrance. You hold out the wrench and he takes it slowly.

“Thanks. You get a pool or something?” He wonders.

“Just getting some sun,” you trill. Curtis isn’t usually that talkative. You only ever see him hiding behind his motorcycle, clunking away with his tools.

“Enjoying some beer?” He asks.

You give a guilty grin, “maybe.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you,” he spins the wrench in his hand. “I like that colour.”

You look down again and play with the loose strings that trails from behind your neck. You raises your shoulders sheepishly.

“Thanks, Mr. Everett.”

His cheeks colour slightly and he once more runs his hand over his closely-trimmed hair. He gives his own attire a self-conscious look. He tugs the bottom of his tank and peeks up at you again.

“Sorry, I’m a bit of a mess,” he mutters, “well, uh,” he examines the wrench in his hand and tilts it towards you emphatically, “thanks.”

“No problem.”

He turns and marches to the top step. He pauses and turns back as you ease the door towards the frame. You stop as he shifts back on his heel.

“You can call me Curtis, I don’t mind.”

He sets back on his path and you watch him trod to the curb. As he peers back and forth down the street, he rolls his shoulders and wiggles the wrench in his hand. He tosses it and catches it before he continues on. He must really need that wrench.

[sammyluvr]

hiii marí love, how are you? <3

just a little daily appreciation of s8 sam, i love him so much ;((( and that hair then, it's so 🛐🛐

hi darling!!! i'm pretty good, how about you sage?? <33

AHHH YAYA omg thank you for the pics you are so true and real for that!!! s8 sam is indeed the prettiest ever and i love him sooo so very much <33

[asixteenthrosecc]

SO MUCH INFANT CC LINKS 👶🔗📃

watch video here 🍼

(@simwithshan's infant hairs are so cute!)

links below the cut⬇️

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Verlaine Skinblend

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heart surgery scar

okruee's misc. face details

oneiric vitiligo

hair

jaila

bea

hailey

baby luna

infant hair 1

Mya

short spikey hair

toddler stuff

afro edit

for the curly babies

luna

all infant hairs in ea unnaturals

plutorienos

basegame infant recolors

infant conversions

olivia

coraline

single bob

triple ponytail

5 ponytail

yaya knot twin 

yaya knots

yaya hair

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other hairs

little infant accessory strands

makeup/facepaint

nessassims eyelashes

little lashes

torrada body blush

moo moo blush

dramatic eye shadow

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puzzle overalls

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cow onesie

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rainbow onesie

morgan outfit

infant clothing set

dino pjs

new horizons hoodie

little sleeper

wild onesie

bebe romper

lily knitted onesie

lions top + bottom

woodland set

I'm a wolfy!

animal onesies

quilted floral sleeper

dino hoodie

eeveelution set

carebear onesie

baby witch set

funfetti patterns

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viola outfit

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poppy pacifier

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wyatt socks

lilac bows

horololo glasses

frilly socks

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first diamond studs

tiny hoops

infant bib

sims 4 infant pacifiers

daisy pacifier

bgc earrings

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baby rings (1, 2)

shoes

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thank you so much for watching, all credit to the creators! hearts & reblogs are always appreciated 💚

[richincolor]

Book Review: The Blonde Dies First

Title: The Blonde Dies First

Author:  Joelle Wellington

Genres:  Thriller/Horror

Pages: 336

Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

Review Copy: ARC by publisher

Availability: Available now

Summary: A group of friends fight to choose their own fates in this trope-savvy, self-referential young adult thriller from the acclaimed author of Their Vicious Games , about a demonic force that acts according to horror movie rules in the spirit of the Scream movies.

Devon is always being left behind by her genius twin sister, Drew. At this point, it’s a fact of life. But Devon has one last plan before Drew leaves for college a whole year early—The Best Summer Ever. After committing to the bit a little too much, the twins and their chaotic circle of friends learn why you don’t ever mess with a Ouija board if you want to actually survive the Best Summer Ever, and soon find themselves being hunted down by…a demon?

But while there’s no mistaking the creeping, venomous figure is not from around here, their method doesn’t feel very demonic at all. In fact, it’s downright human—going after them in typical slasher movie kill order. And that means Devon, the blonde, is up first and her decade-long crush, Yaya, is the Final Girl who must kill or be killed to end the cycle.

Devon has never liked playing by anyone else’s rules though, not even a demon’s, and the longer this goes on, the more she feels Drew and Yaya slipping away from her even as she tries to help them all survive. Can they use their horror movie knowledge to flip the script and become the hunters instead of the hunted? Or will their best summer ever be their last?

Review: If you read Joelle Wellington’s first book, Their Vicious Games, you know that she can do thriller extremely well. Now with her sophomore novel, she cranks up the thriller aspect, throws in some supernatural horror and takes the reader on an even more intense journey. Once the action of the story gets moving, it is fast-paced all the way to the end. Amidst all of this action is a story that focuses on friendship and sisterhood. 

Even though she feels betrayed by her twin sister who graduated high school early, Devon tries to make amends by creating a list of things to do before her sister leaves for college. The problem - they don’t really have much in common anymore so Devon makes a list based on the activities they used to do. It all falls apart after they play with a Ouija board at a party and now their friends are being hunted by a demon. Luckily the demon doesn’t seem to be too particular about its kills, so if it can’t have one of the friend’s group, it will take someone near them that “somewhat” fits the bill. This is where the novel gave me the giggles because the group of friends realize they are playing out the plot of a horror novel so they develop a plan to defeat the demon. Like all plans this one falls apart, which as an avid reader I knew was going to happen because I was only about a third of the way of the book but what I loved was how all of it played out, especially because it came through a very cool plot twist. And if you’ve read any of my reviews before you know I love a plot twist that I didn’t see coming. 

While the thriller of the story was fun, the heart of the novel is the relationship between Devon and Drew. At the beginning of the novel, while Devon is trying to make amends with her sister, the relationship between the two is antagonistic. Devon feels like she doesn’t know her sister anymore since they attend separate schools and is a bit insecure about herself due to being compared to her sister. It is a complicated dynamic and one that many of us could relate to - anyone with sisters would. The horror plot they find themselves in brings them together in a way they haven’t been in a while and through the events they learn more about each other and an appreciation for each other. While the novel is told through Devon’s POV, Drew is such a strong character that she almost feels like a protagonist as well. Both grow through the novel as they learn to open up and trust each other. 

The Blonde Dies First is a fun ride of a book and because you get so drawn into the story, it’s a fast read. With school starting and all the stresses that come with it, Wellington’s newest book is a perfect book when you need a break. 

[vanillaxoshi]

Hiya! Do ya have some random BBB HCs?

Didnt know what to answer for this but now i kinda do???

Angin is actually the best cook and baker out of the brothers but only chooses to bake cuz he likes it more. The brothers would be excited if its him who cooks

I dont think ive mentioned the fact that tanah does mud sculptures in age bracket au so why not add it in the others

Ying very much is the one who hates childish silly things because she wants to be seen as responsible but is still childish herself, like picking fights with others first/being defensive immediately, she loves anime and reading random books be it informative/educational or typical romance and fantasy books, shes a type to ship people

Yaya very much does not take critism very well since shes used to doing almost everything and doing its great and "perfect" being the good girl whos nice and sweet and disciplined she will not like it if its confronted to her thats shes not that or if she did it wrong

Gopal is the emotional support of the group in a way even though hes scared at missions alot, i would see the team being protective of him and if conflicts in relationships arise in the team, Gopal is the man for the emotional fixes and therapy.

Fang is very appreciative of his friends. I like to believe he doubts Kaizo alot since Kaizo did 'hurt' him from that season 3 scene and the whole forcing stuf

He even reacts indifferent around him, obeys him cuz hes scared, hes slowly opening up more or being more comfortable cuz kaizo himself is also trying to be more softer on Fang, must be tough too when you lost your parents

I want boi to have a hero complex, because people keep pushing, the universe keeps pushing the hero responsibility on him, so he just needs to be the hero, he needs to be the savior, if trouble arises he needs to be there, cuz thats what heros do they need to be there at all costs to ensure everyone is safe. So he feels out of it everytime he cant succeed, its a big thing for him because its always depended on him.

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Maybe you're not on the topic of weight anymore but I just wanted to say (as someone who has a good enough idea of what War's story will be) I appreciate you telling a story about weight loss that isn't just "They were fat and unhealthy and now they're skinny and happy." Like a lot of people don't seem to understand that both weight loss AND weight gain can be journeys of personal growth, feeling healthier and shaping your body the way you want it. Both also have the capability of being unhealthy! As someone who was at their lowest when they were skinniest I can attest to that!

Of course it all depends on how things are depicted, but I trust you to do a good job ❤️

yaya! thank you so much!!! XDDD I sure do hope I will do a good enough job! ofc I cant please everypony out there ;_; man I wish I could... anyway!!! XDDD I cant wait for you guys to see all the arcs I have for the different Links! ill try my best to take my time to explore them!

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Is there any more story about Philip's children with Princess Alice? I'm curious about the stories of their grandmother's and grandchildren's interactions.

• “When at Buckingham Palace, Alice doted on Philip’s children, Charles and Anne. They both profess considerable affection for her. To Charles Alice used to say: ‘Punctuality is the prerogative of Princes.’ The Prince of Wales recalled: ‘She used to come and lunch with us in the nursery, I remember. We were terrified if we were late. She was very strict.’ She did not discuss religion with either of them, nor ever mention her favourite Schuré book, Les Grands Initiés. ‘I remember her lecturing me about the power of the brain,’ recalled the Prince of Wales.

The Princess Royal did not regret the fact that Alice was not ‘a cuddly granny’. She was a little alarmed by her in early years, because no one, not least Alice herself, had explained the deafness. Therefore she would come and see her grandmother in her rooms on the second floor of the palace (rooms which she later occupied), finding her in a cloud of smoke – ‘I’ve known a few worse, I suppose, but not many’ – and have to gain her attention. Later, when she learned how to talk to her, they established a good rapport. To both grandchildren Alice told fascinating stories about Queen Victoria and the past.”

• “Alice was in London, staying with the Queen, while Philip was away on a two-month tour of South America. Charles welcomed a visit from his Greek grandmother, especially as she often brought stamps from Greece. He once wrote to her with a request for a postcard. He asked that she ‘pretty well fill up the card with stamps and not worry so much about the writing part’. These were good for swapping at his prep school, Cheam.

Charles was recovering from an operation to remove his appendix, so Alice paid him frequent visits in hospital, sometimes taking Anne and Andrew with her.”

• “For a time she travelled about much as before, spending weekends at Windsor Castle. It was the time when the royal family all got to know her best, including the Queen, who was particularly good to her. Charles and Anne were often at the palace or at Windsor and invariably looked in to see her. The small princes were taken to her rooms to play. When they were very small, she had alarmed the children with her deep voice. The Prince of Wales told his valet that as he grew older, he came to appreciate ‘her sense of fun and lively mind’. Alice was pleased that Charles played the cello, since Andrea had done so in his youth.”

• “In London Andrew and Edward played in Alice’s room after breakfast and lunched with her every day. ‘So nice for me, who am so lonely in Athens,’ she wrote. Young Edward used to run in and jump on his grandmother’s bed. Halma was a favourite game.”

• “It happened that Anne had not paid her usual visit to Alice on the day she died. She therefore asked the undertakers if she could go into her grandmother’s room and see her. ‘I am glad I did that. She looked very peaceful. All the lines in her face had gone and for the first time I could see the resemblance to the de László portrait.’”

This one though. Princess Anne’s last words for her Yaya was beautiful yet heartbreaking.

Everything is from Alice: Princess Andrew of Greece by Hugo Vickers btw. It’s a good read :)