#Panda Magnet Set

[theflyingtree]

The Flying Tree Magnetic Panda Plush Toy is a cute 3-inch stuffed Mini panda with a strong magnet, perfect as a fridge sticker or charming home decor accessory.

[luveline]

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

you and miguel accidentally move in together when the girls in the spider society dorms are mean to you —a ficlet featuring a reluctantly infatuated miguel and a carefree, ditzy spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. requested here. fem!reader, 1.5k

cw mature themes. mdni

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You're laying in Miguel's bed when he gets back to his dorm room. Or, just his room. He'll be living here for the foreseeable future. It took him some time to calibrate to seeing you among his things, in his bed, but worst of all without your suit —it's like seeing you naked. It catches him off guard every time. 

You look oddly quiet, though you aren't asleep. He knows that doesn't make any sense, that quiet isn't something you can see, but without your suit it's like stripping back a layer of chaos. In a pyjama pack from some Nueva York department store, you've little cartoon characters on your shorts, and a bigger one across your chest, the lilac purple background pretty against your skin. Your hand is tucked under your face, your phone in the other. You're swiping through a match three game with a small panda mascot that cheers, "Wā sāi!" every time you clear a line. 

You smile and click another button. Miguel bites back his own, letting the door close with a metallic shushing. 

"Hey," you say, without looking up. "Are you okay?" 

"Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"I thought asking that would get me a better answer than, 'how are you?'" 

"I'm fine." 

You laugh under your breath as he makes a beeline for his closet. "See," you say, like it's very funny, "what a useless question."

"How are you?" he asks.

He turns off his suit. Abruptly naked, Miguel is past caring if you see him. He wasn't shy to begin with, and it's nothing you haven't seen now. 

Finding you a room to stay in away from the mean girls in your dormitory turned to letting you stay with him until he had a chance to find one, which then turned to you sleeping in his bed because you'd already kissed, so what use was having you on a futon? Which turned to kissing in bed, which turned to other things. Peace, for once. Sweaty hours spent with his armed wrapped around your shoulders, your front, his face pressed into your neck. The hours after, your hands in his hair, your lilting murmuring against the shell of his ear. 

He didn't mean for it to happen.

He can't say he regrets it, either. Though it scares him. 

"Cariño?" he prompts, stepping into a pair of sweatpants.

"Sorry, what did you say?" you ask, setting your phone down on the bedside table. 

He can't be mad at the phone for distracting you. That's the whole reason he got it for you, purple and shiny and foldable, something he knew would draw and keep your attention when he's not around. You're having a hard time making friends, and there's not always stuff for you to do within the Society. It was a gift for himself as well as you, he wanted to know you weren't sitting alone in your room (his room) with nothing to do. 

"How are you?"

"I made you a charm for you phone," you say. 

You insisted he have a phone too so you could text him. He groaned, complained, grumbled, but it is the very best part of his day when he gets to turn on his stupid pink phone and see you've texted him a photo of the bedroom floor, one of your crafts in front of you, a socked foot and naked ankle in the corner of the picture. 

"That's not how you are," he says after he's pulled on a t-shirt. Miguel treks back into the main part of the room and sits at the bottom of the bed. He pulls your feet into his lap because nobody can tell him not to, quick to press a thumb into the arch of your foot. You're wearing fuzzy socks. "That's what you did. How are you? You didn't come and see me today, what's with that?" 

"Sorry, I made such a huge mess earlier I had to clean and it took hours and by the time I was done I thought I better shower." Your smile is magnetic. 

"It doesn't have to be spotless." 

"It's not my room. I'm not an asshole." 

Miguel's not used to this… anymore. And things are different with you than they'd been before: you know him for who he is, this version of him, the mean, short-tempered, spiky him, where Gabri and her mother had known someone else. Still him, still real, but different. His head aches whenever he remembers —and he remembers all of the time— but being with you helps that. You're not her, and you don't have to be. 

You know Miguel at his worst, and you like him anyway. It has to count for something. 

"It's not not your room," he says carefully, hand running up your leg to your knee. He strokes back down, a lazy back and forth. 

"I know I've overstayed," you say, "but that's your fault."

"That's my fault." 

Miguel pulls your legs down enough to make your head flop off of his pillow, hoping for a disgruntled grunt or a whined, "Miguel." You stay flopped on your back and don't say anything, to his displeasure. He sighs and pulls you bodily into his lap, scooping you up with little energy expelled. 

"I forget how strong you are," you say, in his lap like a princess carry, eyelashes kissing the skin under your brows as you look up at him. 

"How can you forget?" 

"I don't know, especially when you toss me around like a half full sack of flour. I think I have a bruise from your hand last night," you say, pulling your leg up across the other, knee away from him where you're in his lap to show him the underside of your thigh. Miguel tries not to blush at the memory, but the ghost of a dork at his core knows how salacious it is to have your girlfriend in your lap with her shorts pushed down, showcasing skin you bruised during a particularly rough moment. "Can you see? It feels sore." 

A mottling of wine-stain contusion in the shape of his hand indeed takes station at the base of your thigh. It's not bad. If you had better enhancements you'd have healed by now, but your particular spider wasn't anything special.

"Perdóname," he says under his breath, brushing over it lightly with his thumb. 

"It doesn't matter, don't be sorry, I was just wondering if it was really real." You let your leg drop heavily on top of his. Nothing but adoring shines in your eyes as you smile. "I don't care, Miguel."

"I didn't mean to–" 

"I know." 

He lifts his chin as you sit up in his lap. You kiss his neck, his jaw, and the skin below his ear, your smile audible as you murmur, "I liked it. I kind of like having the bruise, too. Don't feel bad." 

He'd felt the opposite of bad in the moment. "You're sure I didn't hurt you?" he asks quietly. 

He doesn't look down, can't, not until he knows. You comb your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. "I'm sure," you say. "As if you could." 

"Oh, is that how it is?" he asks, trying hard not to laugh. 

"That's so how it is." 

He finally faces you again, pretending like he might gear up for a fight. He holds your gaze, brows set, eyes severe. "Show me the charm you made me," he demands. 

You laugh through your nose and climb out of his lap. "You're gonna love it. It looks like a jellyfish." 

He can't imagine how having a jellyfish charm hanging from his phone will go down with the girls, but he finds he doesn't mind. Having something you made with your own two hands is too special to pass up. 

“I made one for myself, too,” you say, digging through your box of beads to find the charms you made. You turn around holding both to your chest, your pride endearing.

“Yours isn't on your phone.”

You flicker with an uncharacteristic bashfulness. “Well, I only wanted to have them if we both had them, and I don't know if you’re okay with having one. It’s sort of loud.”

“If loud bothered me, you’d know by now,” he teases. He holds out his hand, gesturing when you don’t take it. “Come on, come back. Show me how to put it on my phone case.”

All his added sweetness is worth it to feel your smile as you clamber back into the space between his thighs and duck your face into his neck, hugging him quickly, arms thrown around his neck. “You’re the best,” you say quietly. 

He really doesn’t feel like it, but hearing you say it is a load off. He relaxes under your weight, thinking your shared cohabitation might be one of the best accidents he's ever had. 

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thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed!! if you did and you have the time, please think about reblogging <3

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 37 of????

2198 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

"Honeys I'm home" Taehyung calls through the door.

His cheery tone is the complete opposite of what you expect to hear from him given his news. Actually you hadn't expected to hear his voice again today at all. You'd all been going through your nightly routines, preparing for bed in separate areas of the annex, but Taehyung's voice attracts you all to the main room like a magnet.

Jimin reaches him first, delighted when Taehyung swept him into his arms, dipping him before kissing him sweetly. The red panda giggles and all tension that had been held in the house recently dissipates, except for yours. You can't help but be suspicious of his sudden turn in mood, especially after how he had practically thrown you out of his family's estate this morning.

"We need to have a family meeting," He announces to the room.

"Right now? It's late can't it wait..." Yoongi grumbles, leaning on Hoseok as he yawns.

"Absolutely, it has to be right now!" Taehyung affirms cheerily. 

The members of your pack grumble a little in their tired state, but shuffle into the main living area, flopping into a pile on the extra-large sofa. Jungkook pulls you down to lie on top of him, wrapping his arms protectively around your waist, Jimin's head falls into your lap and stretches his legs along the other three men. 

Taehyung sits on the coffee table, his leg bouncing with anxiety as he looks over each member of the pack.

"There is no easy way for me to explain why I haven't been coming home as often as we all would like," He begins, the cheerful attitude he had come in with dissipating with one deep breath. 

Jimin reaches a hand out to pat Taehyung's knee, connecting him to the rest of your pile. The panda tenses under the touch that would normally erase any trepidation from him. 

"You're all aware that I need to help with my family's businesses more at this time of year, what you are not aware of is the amount of control my family has over me. They control my social calendar, my finances, and as of late my love life..."

He pauses to take in the variety of expressions he is faced with. Confusion and upset marr most of your packs' faces. You on the other hand are nervously chewing at your lip, waiting for him to reach the gut-punching conclusion. You were certain that Taehyung wouldn't come home this quickly, and the fact that he had must've meant he was going to go along with his father's plan... But then why would he have come in so happy?

Either way, your stomach was twisting itself in knots. 

"A few weeks ago my parents made me aware that they had given away my hand in marriage to a business partner's daughter,"

This news has all the pack members sitting at attention. Jimin wrenches his head out of your lap to sit up straight as the others lean towards Taehyung. You almost topple from Jungkook's lap with the speed at which he straightens. The entire room begins to reek of negative pheromones. 

"You can't be serious," Yoongi growls.

"That should be illegal in this day and age," Hoseok exclaims.

"It is!" Namjoon says jaw clenched. 

"Forced arranged marriages are illegal, and while technically under duress, I would not have been forced to marry her... If I had any plans of going ahead with it that is."

"You seemed pretty set to go ahead with it this morning," You grumble.

"You knew?!" Jungkook and Jimin, shout together. 

This time, you do fall from Jungkook's lap, Taehyung barely reaching to stabilise you as you almost hit the floor. 

"How come you didn't say anything?" Jimin pouts.

"It wasn't her job to tell us," Seokjin says calmly, turning everyone's attention back to Taehyung. 

"My parents threatened to take away my inheritance if I didn't agree, so at the time I agreed," Taehyung continues.

He goes through the motions of explaining everything he had already explained to you that morning. His story is occasionally interrupted with dramatic cries of unfair treatment. By the time he has finished telling them what you already knew, they were all reacting the same way you had. They each assure him that the money isn't important, and that everyone in the pack can help to support him. 

Taehyung shuts them down the same way he had you. He insists that he has money to care for each of them, no matter how many times they tell him how much he is worth to them. You stay quiet watching each of them try and fail to come up with a solution to Taehyung's predicament that would mean he got to keep everything he wanted. And you watch as each of their faces fall, coming to the same empty conclusions you did. 

That's when you look at Tae to find him already looking at you. And he is grinning.

"What?" You ask, louder than planned.

Everyone turns to look at the two of you.

"I Love you," He grins.

"This hardly seems like the time for that..." you blush.

"Do you love me?" He asks, taking your hand in his.

"Of course I do..."

"Will you marry me?"

"SORRY?" You pull your hand back as if he stung you.

Everyone is staring at him like he has grown a second head.

"Is your plan to elope with Y/N so you can't marry this other girl?" Namjoon asks, "Because you realise that doesn't solve the inheritance issue..."

"And you could've asked any of us..." Jimin mumbles.

"My plan is to marry Y/N L/N, the most eligible girl in my family's social circle. The one girl my father agreed I could marry instead of my current fiance!" His smile is so wide it's clear he is proud of himself for that one. 

Everyone begins to chatter but you can't hear the specifics. Blood has rushed to your ears and all you can hear is the pounding of your own heart as it echoes too loud. You take deep breaths but your lungs feel like they can never expand fully. Your vision begins to swim, unable to maintain a point of focus. 

The conversation around you continues as your partners fail to see that you are drowning on dry land. You dig your nails into the sofa desperately trying to cling to the fabric, to feel the tangible fibres below you.

"Y/N?" someone's voice breaks through, but it sounds too far away. 

"Y/N!" another voice sounds more concerned... or maybe it's the same voice...

Have they always sounded so similar?..

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Seokjin ponders Taehyung's predicament seriously for a while. The others chat excitedly about the prospect of a wedding. It hardly seems to be a solution though. Jin understands the importance to many about having your own source of income, and it's clear that Taehyung can't wrap his head around the pack wanting to take care of him for just being him. If money and care have always come with a billion rules, it makes sense why he would rather have those rules set by the familiar base of his family than by his partners. But surely there must be more compromises for his family than this.

He is reasonably deep in his analysis of Taehyung when he glances in your direction. He thought you'd been involved in the conversation going on around him, but it would seem not. You're looking around feverously, your knuckles are white with effort and there is a small cut here your teeth have worked through your lower lip.

"Y/N?" He calls out reaching for you.

You don't move as he touches you. You barely seemed to register his presence at all.

"Y/N!" Namjoon calls out.

The leader turns just in time for you to tumble back off the sofa's edge. 

You hit the floor with a dull thud making each of the men around you cringe. Seokjin shoos the others out of his way as he kneels beside you. He waves his hand in front of your eyes as you stare aimlessly up at the ceiling, struggling to focus. He encourages the youngest members to gather things to make you comfortable while telling the other three men to give him some air so he can check you aren't hurt without them breathing down his neck. 

Taehyung holds out a pillow for him and Jin carefully tucks it under your head. Yoongi then pulls Taehyung into him, partly to keep him out of the way, partly to comfort the panda as his scent becomes the most sour in the room. 

Jungkook comes back with a selection of blankets and plushies he knows are your favourites. Jin allows the bunny to tuck them gently around your body, careful not to jostle you too much. 

At this point, Jin is certain you aren't hurt, at least not more than a bruised coxix. But he wants to maintain the bubble of space he has created around you until you come back around.

Jimin hands him ice wrapped in a tea towel and joins the others on the sofa, watching anxiously while they wait for you to wake up. 

Until you come back around they can't know for certain what caused you to pass out, but Jin has a good guess, and it would seem the others might too.

"Did make her do that?" Taehyung asks in a small voice...

"Of course, you didn't make her do that," Jin reassures "Anxiety attacks can be triggered by anything and nothing. This is not your fault Taehyung-ah"

Taehyung doesn't seem particularly appeased by the doctor's answer but it's the best he is going to get for now at least. 

"She should be coming around by now right?" Jungkook asks "I normally come around by now,"

"Every panic attack is different, but judging by the scowl on her lips I'd say any moment now."

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You slowly start to feel the world around you again, starting with a cooling sensation on your forehead. Jin's concerned face swims into view and you suddenly become very aware of the ache in your hip from where you must've hit the floor. 

"Next time I'm going to need you to hold on to me tighter," You grumble, finding Jungkook on the edge of the sofa.

You attempt to prop yourself up only for Jin to push you firmly back onto the floor. 

"Stay there for a minute, if you get up too fast the world will swim and you'll end up back there anyway," The doctor says matter of factly.

You begrudgingly lie flat again, knowing he is right. 

"What happened?" Namjoon asks.

"Not sure... Never happened before," you answer. 

While it's mostly true (you have never had a panic attack like that) you are fairly sure you knew what might've caused it... but it was far too late in the day to be psychoanalysing what was behind it.

"Can we just go to bed? Maybe finish this conversation in the morning?" You ask, suddenly overwhelmed by how tired you feel.

"I don't really want you getting up yet," Jin says "But you also can't fall asleep there."

The thought of staying awake for even another second has you involuntarily whining. 

"That's okay, I can fix that," Namjoon says.

Before anyone can object, the leader has you lifted into his arms, cradling you against his chest. He carries you into the first of the two annexe bedrooms, followed by a very eager bunny and red panda. The door is closed behind the four of you. Annoyed grumbles can be heard behind the closed wood, followed by instructions of care from Jin before the others can be heard shuffling away presumably into the second bedroom. 

Namjoon lays you out on the bed and you snuggle into the pillows as bodies fall on either side of you. The caramel scent of Jungkook engulfs you as the rabbit tucks you in beneath his chin, wrapping his arms as tightly around you as he comfortably can obviously taking your earlier comment to heart. 

A small hand lands on your waist that can only belong to Jimin as he reaches over Jungkook's large frame to reach a part of you. 

Namjoon scoots in behind you on the oversized bed, His large frame easily caging you in the middle while one of his arms reaches across to cover his other two packmates. 

"We really need to hurry up and get a bed that fits all eight of us," Jungkook notes.

"It's waiting for us in the main house Kookie, just a couple more weeks," Namjoon reassures him.

"I don't want to wait that long," Jungkook whines.

"You realise even with a bigger bed you won't be able to sleep next to each person right?" Jimin teases.

"I'll find a way," Kookie responds defiantly.

More lazy conversation goes on around you but you're too tired to partake in it. Instead, you let the deep sounds and vibrations of their chests lull you into a deep sleep. 

You try hard not to focus on the new feeling tightening around your chest telling you to run.

Next

Masterlist

[heckyeahponyscans]

Anyway according to this 1688.com listing these Care Bears have magnetic paws! Interesting set . . . There are the usual crew of Good Luck, Cheer, Grumpy, Share, Bedtime, Tenderheart, and Funshine, but also Christmas Wishes Bear, Trick or Sweet, Work Of Heart, Sweet Sakura, aaaaand . . . another appearance of Good Fortune Panda.

[cosmiischillin]

I feel like this is silly but this came to mind and it’s the Gloomsquad’s favorite animals

Ruby: Cats. She is totally not bias. Not at all. This isn’t because she owns a cat. She also just finds them playful and misunderstood by people who think cats are little jerks or signs of bad luck. Plus Doom is always around her.

Skull: Personally he is fond of birds due to the fact that non-monster ones can still be just as intelligent as humans. On the other hand, he can be iffy when it comes to monster birds like Poe and his brothers.

Misery: Rabbits. Sorta ironic with the whole lucky rabbits thing and the fact she is a sentient bad luck magnet. She collects dust bunnies because of it too. There’s only one she doesn’t like and kept his pink foot as a personal good luck charm.

Iris: They love bugs. Totally not because she owns a gigantic pet worm turned moth. They would do the most not to kill one when they get in the mansion. One time they took care of a praying mantis named Lilith that they set out into the wild.

Jackie: Dogs. Not only does she own a garden full of Pumpkin Puppies but she sees them as great guardians and protectors. She gives all of her puppies names too and accepts all of the puppy piles.

Frank: Ferrets. He thinks of them as long furry noodles. Honestly all furry noodles are his favorite including otters, weasels, and minks. He didn’t really grow up with pets so seeing fur noodles fill him with seratonin. Though he would get a hedgehog because he calls them squished spiky ferrets.

Len: Rats. They remind him of little punks and troublemakers. He also finds the memes of them dressed up funny. He can emphasize with lab rats seeing as his whole family began as an experiment. His love of rats will extend to opossums too.

Halo: She would say she loves all animals. Some include Sheep, Koalas, Manatees, Snakes (Specifically the Ball Python), Lemon Sharks, and Red Pandas. Basically, it’s too overwhelming for her to pick only one.

[roanrosser]

Trying my hand at dyeing a doll for the first time. Dyeing subjects are a Dream Valley Uncia in white that I'm turning into a red panda and a Pipos Mouse in yellow.

I set up a station in the back yard since I heard the dye could smell. It was a good call. Yuck.

End of day 1 the red ended up too light. It got dark and I couldn't tell that they needed longer.

Day 2 I added a little more brown and yellow to the pot and dyed the parts longer. Lost all the magnets in the pot but it was worth it.

[forensicated]

Information for use in fan fiction and anything else related to The Bill. This will be added to and edited every so often and please feel free to comment if you want to add or edit anything.

Part 1

The Bill is set in the fictional Sun Hill which makes up part of the also fictional Borough Of Canley. It's roughly set around the areas of Whitechapel, Stepney, Shadwell, Spitalfields, Portoken, Limehouse and parts of Aldgate, Bishopsgate, Shoreditch and Mile End. It's also known as the Tower Hamlets area. Mike Dashwood once describes its location as 'Tower Bridge and turn right'. Maps of Sun Hill show the Isle Of Dogs area.

The station address is: Sun Hill Police Station, 2 Sun Hill Road, Canley, London, E1 4KM. The telephone number is 020 7511 1642.

In 1988 Sun Hill (not Canley as a whole, just Sun Hill) was described as being 6 miles long and 2 miles wide.

The caution: I am arresting you on suspicion of (OFFENCE: eg murder or sexual assault). You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say will be given in evidence.

This MUST be said, IN FULL, each time someone is arrested and officers MUST make sure that the person understands it ALL.

Vehicle Call Signs:

Area Car (Sierra 1, Sierra 1-2, Sierra 1-7, Sierra Oscar 21 and Sierra Oscar 22)

Van (Sierra 2)

CID Cars (Sierra Oscar 5 to 9) (Sierra-1-1 has lights/siren hidden like below but they have a magnetic light to stick on top like below)

TSG (Sierra Oscar 1-3)

IRV (Sierra Oscar 2-3)

Panda (Sierra Oscar 8-4, 8-5, 8-6, 8-7)

Officer call signs:

Sierra-Oscar 5-2 - Superintendents used this so it was the call sign for Brownlow (and Derek when he was acting Super), Chandler, Okaro, Prosser, Heaton and finally Jack Meadows.

Sierra-Oscar 5-4 was for Chief Inspectors so Derek, Cato and Stritch but the call sign and role was retired at Sun Hill after Derek was killed.

Sierra-Oscar 5-5 was the call sign for DCI's so this is Kim Reid, Frank Burnside and Jack Meadows.

Sierra-Oscar 7-5 was used for Frank Burnside when DI

Sierra-Oscar 3-3 was used for Roy Galloway when DI

Sierra-Oscar 7-0 was used for Neil Manson when DI.

Sierra-Oscar 7-1 was used for Sam Nixon when DI

Need to check on those for Johnson, Wray, Haines and Deakin if required but they can just use rank/surname as described below.

Sierra-Oscar 3-2 was used for DS Geoff Daly

Sierra-Oscar 6-7 was used for DS Don Beech

Sierra-Oscar 2-8 was used for DS John Boulton

Sierra-Oscar 3-6 was used for DC Will Fletcher

Sierra-Oscar 9-8 was used for DC Gary Best

Sierra-Oscar 4-2 was used for DC Grace Dasari.

Sierra-Oscar 3-0 was used for DC Mike Dashwood

Sierra-Oscar 223 was used for DC Rod Skase (in All Change)

Sierra-Oscar 613 was used for DC Duncan Lennox (In All Change)

CID would most often use their rank and surname.

Sierra Oscar 1 was used for all inspectors at the station from Deeping, Kite, Frazer, Monroe, Matt when he was acting Inspector, Gina, Smithy when he was acting inspector, Rachel and then finally Smithy when full inspector. (Smithy was 833 as PC and 54 as Sgt)

SO25 - Rachel Weston

SO30 - Callum Stone

SO33 - Craig Gilmore

SO46 - Jo Masters (after moving from CID to uniform)

SO48 - June Ackland (SO643 when a PC)

SO48 - Diane Noble for one night (she was supposed to return but the ITV cutbacks and the show moving to one episode a week meant her two-parter return was edited down to one episode and new scenes filmed to explain she was transferring to Barton St.)

SO54 - Smithy (833 as a PC and Sierra 1 as an Inspector)

SO54 - Jane Kendall and Tom Penny

SO55 - Ray Steele

SO61 - John Maitland

SO66 - Sheelagh Murphy (SO661 when demoted to PC)

SO79 - Matt Boyden

SO82 - Joseph Corrie

SO87 - Nikki Wright

SO92 - Bob Cryer

SO95 - Stuart Lamont

SO96 - Alec Peters

SO99 - Phil Hunter (during a short punishment stint in uniform)

SO101 - Taffy (Francis Edwards)

SO128 - Lewis Hardy

SO134 - Phil Young

SO139 - Timothy Able

SO140 - Nick Klein

SO148 - Mel Ryder and Yorkie (Tony Smith)

SO149 - Gary Best (Changes so SO 9-8 in CID)

SO158 - Honey Harman

SO171 - Reginald Percival Hollis

SO201 - Dave Litten

SO202 - Kerry Young

SO201 - Pete Muswell

SO212 - Millie Brown

SO217 - Laura Bryant (was SO7667 when a PCSO)

SO218 - George Garfield

SO227 - Viv Martella

SO235 - Roz Clarke

SO249 - Gemma Osbourne

SO251 - Jamila Blake

SO258 - Beth Green

SO275 - Roger Valentine

SO294 - Danesh Patel

SO298 - Yvonne Hemmingway

SO315 - Dan Casper

SO330 - Robin Frank and Ron Smollett

SO335 - Donna Harris

SO340 - Dave Quinnan

SO342 - Abe Lyttleton

SO351 - Malcolm Haynes

SO354 - Arun Ghir

SO355 - Cameron Tait

SO358 - Gary McCann

SO361 - Emma Keane and Vicky Hagen

SO362 - Luke Ashton (for his return post-2002)

SO363 - Steve Loxton, Lance Powell and Kirsty Knight

SO408 - Nick Slater

SO416 - Sam Harker, Ken Melvin and Gabriel Kent

SO432 - Luke Ashton (for his first 97-99 stint) and Des Taviner

SO437 - Leela Kapoor and Leon Taylor

SO452 - Adam Bostock

SO469 - Polly Page

SO483 - Diane Noble (was SO48 for her one-night stint as Sgt)

SO487 - Cathy Marshall and Rosie Fox

SO510 - Billy Rowan (though poor love lasted half a shift)

SO517 - Mike Jarvis

SO518 - Cass Rickman

SO543 - Will Fletcher

SO561 - Debbie Keane

SO570 - Cathy Bradford

SO577 - Barry Stringer

SO595 - Tony Stamp

SO600 - Jim Carver

SO643 - June Ackland (SO48 as Sgt)

SO659 - Suzanne Ford

SO661 - Sheelagh Murphy (SO66 as Sgt)

SO682 - Di Worrell

SO686 - Sally Armstrong

SO740 - Ben Hayward

SO743 - Pete Ramsey

SO759 - Steve Hunter

SO795 - Ben Gayle

SO800 - Richard Turnham

SO832 - Delia French and Claire Brind

SO833 - Smithy (SO54 as Sgt and Sierra 1 when Inspector)

SO876 - Nate Roberts

SO876 - Nick Shaw

SO888 - Amber Johannsen

SO943 - Andrea Dunbar

SO988 - Eddie Santini and Ruby Buxton

FED REPS: Federation Representatives support and advise officers if they've been accused of something or matters like pay, rights, allowances, conduct, equality and development etc. It's often mocked, mostly when Reg is in the position as everyone's favourite busy body, however it is a responsible position and Reg was very good at it if only due to his nitpicking and love of the rule book.

Fed reps: Reg Hollis, Barry Stringer, George Garfield, Nick Klein, Leela Kapoor

The Area Car can only be driven by the officers who are qualified to drive them for example: Roger Valentine, Tony Stamp, Kirsty Knight, Callum Stone, Ben Gayle, Gemma Osbourne, Yvonne Hemmingway, Matt Boyden, Vicky Hagen, Gina Gold, Steve Loxton, Mike Jarvis, Will Fletcher and Des Taviner.

Civillian Staff:

Jonathan Fox - Senior Crown Prosecutor and one time boyfriend of Gina Gold. He left Gina because she wouldn't commit right as she was about to commit to him. She tries to tell him this when he returns during her cancer fight but he's moved on with someone else... she can't handle just being friends so asks him to leave.

Matt Hinkley - Senior Crown Prosecutor

Eddie Olosunje - CSE

Lorna Hart - CSE

Audrey ?? - A CSE who checked Gabriel's clothes and is very friendly with Gina - they play poker together.

Dean McVerry - CAD

Marilyn Chambers - SRO - Reg was about to propose to her and was waiting for her where they had their first date when Colin Fairfax drove his van into the front of the station.

Julian 'JT' Tavell - SRO

Robbie Cryer - SRO (SRO's used to be Front Desk Officers)

DOPA Mia Perry (Press Officer) - Mickey's girlfriend who cheated on him with John Heaton

Margret Barnes - Cleaner who was obsessed with Ramani

Special Constable Terry Knowles (Killed on his first day trying to be like Des)

PCSO Colin Fairfax - Racist who drove a van into the front of the station, killing Ken, Marilyn and Andrea.

PCSO Laura Bryant - Became a full PC.

Marion Layland - Charles Brownlow's long suffering PA.

Rochelle Barrett - Drugs Referral Officer

Tom Kent - FME in the early 90's

Important Reoccurring Characters (Police):

Guy Mannion - Chief Super to Brownlow and then Borough Commander. Pain in the arse.

Trevor Hicks - DAC/Assistant Commissioner

Georgia Hobs - DAC

Roy Pearson - DAC. Neil Manson's father-in-law and user of rent boys. Murdered by one after attempting to retrieve a video that was being used to blackmail him.

Lisa Kennedy - Commander (Her son is involved in an altercation that leads to disaster at a football match)

Jane Fitzwilliam - Borough Commander

Louise Campbell - Borough Commander

Ian Barrett - Borough Commander - tried to blackmail PC Dan Casper into ending his affair with his wife, Rochelle. Ended up getting Dan held at gunpoint and left Sun Hill alongside his wife.

Amanda Prosser - acting Superintendent whilst Adam took time off following the death of his family in an RTA. Upset a bereaved father who then took her hostage at gunpoint and caused a siege at Sun Hill (second live episode)

Rowanne Morell - DI/DCI who came in to investigate a case and then came in as cover for Neil whilst he took some time off after his father-in-law's death/end of his marriage.

Andrew Ross - DCI if I remember rightly he was part of MIT and kept coming over for murders - the Serial Killer/Des's Firebombing/Cathy's murders etc.

Frank Keane - DCI from MIT. Rubbed everyone up the wrong way and thought the sun shone out of his daughter - Emma's - arse.

Karen Lacy - stuck up DI from SO15 who immediately alienated most of Sun Hill after Emma's death by refusing to let her friends in uniform help and would only let them man a cordon and then told Jack that CID could only help if EVERYTHING was run by her and came back to her and her alone.

Tom Baker - TREV which was a fan-coined term that stands for Totally Reliable Extra Veteran'. Tom was an outstanding backup CID member for over a thousand episodes. He's even in the Guinness Book Of World Records for it.

Terry Knowles - Terry was a Special Constable who idolized Des and wanted to be like him. He tried to copy how he'd seen him pick up a woman and flirt at a blonde in a convertible. Unfortunately, it all went wrong when she stabbed him in the neck and severed his jugular and he died, leaving a 2-year-old son fatherless.

Doug Wright - husband of Sgt Nikki Wright. Nikki transferred to Sun Hill when she got fed up with the confusion over two Sgt Wright's and then having to work opposing shifts. He's based at Sun Hill but they cross over to police a football match. Sadly Doug ends up getting stabbed and they realise there's a Cop Killer on the loose after he taunts them and goes on to murder new recruit Billy Rowan on his very first day.

Mark Rollin - Lance Powell's Boyfriend/Fiance/Civil Partner/Husband. Mark is a Sgt in CO19 and keeps his sexuality hidden to avoid the banter and bullying. He goes to pieces after shooting dead Jeff Clarke and he and Lance separate - only for Lance to go out drinking to try to cheer himself up. It ended with Lance being murdered by a gay serial killer pair.

Steve Hodges - an irritating little man who was the Detective Superintendent at CIB at the time that Claire Stanton was undercover trying to get information to prove that Don Beech was corrupt. He expected Claire to pull evidence out of her arse and moaned constantly.

Rachel Kitson - Crime Scene Photographer who murdered old school friend turned Super Model Cindy Statham. She got away with it and someone else was accused and locked up...but then Jo went back and looked at the footage again as she had a niggling feeling. Rachel realised she was on to her and took her hostage at gunpoint. It was Stuart getting suspicious when he received a text calling him 'hun' and realising that something was very wrong that saved her life with seconds to go.

Important Reoccurring Characters (Civilians):

Rod Jessop - June's second husband after Jim. He is a headteacher and a good man who has 2 children of his own. At first, June isn't too sure as she thinks he's a little too keen but she warms to him and they fall in love and take early retirement together.

Irene Radford - Mother of Karl, Wayne and David Radford, a large crime family with a history going back decades with Gina. She takes Gina hostage at one point and she and David are literally seconds from killing Smithy and Kerry at another point!

Louise Larson - Wife of Pete Larson. Unhappily married but settled until she met Smithy. Feisty, sarcastic and full of one-liners, she kept him on his toes and they wanted to leave after she agreed to give evidence (Pete was arrested after almost murdering Smithy. I'm sensing a theme here).

Abi Nixon - The cause of Sam shrieking "MY DAUGHTER!!!!!" Had a fling with Matt Boyden - as you do. Then ended up pregnant and engaged to Hugh Wallis - a profiler - who manipulated Abi into it as revenge. He forced Sam to think her daughter was a victim of the Serial Killer. She keeps the baby and her relationship with her mother improves.

Cindy Hunter - Phil Hunter's wife who sees all he does on the side and - usually forgives him, even when a major criminal demands he be allowed to sleep with Cindy. Gregory doesn't force her to sleep with him but does take degrading pictures of her to wind Phil up. She still forgives him... but she can't get past finding out he has a daughter with another major criminal's wife when they are trying for a baby of their own and they finally split.

Jenny Delaney - The girlfriend of George Garfield at first, Jenny is the nurse who looks after Dave Quinnan when he is attacked and left for dead in a youth club. She and Dave fall in love and have an affair which ends up in George leaving Sun Hill. They marry but do not get their happily ever after as Dave and Polly grow closer... and closer...

Kristen Shaw - Drug dealer who Zain goes undercover to catch and he ends up falling for her. She accidentally murders Honey by shooting her when the gun goes off in a struggle (Honey was trying to get Zain to do the right thing and arrest her with him). Zain reluctantly puts Honey's body in the water and they try to escape but in the end, he can't go through with it and refuses to get on the boat with her to escape. He removed the bullets from her gun and so both ended up arrested.

James Tennant - The father of Amy Tennant. This storyline goes on forever for over a year and Neil and James get close and become good friends through it before Amy is found.

Scott Burnett - Scott is the husband of a woman who is found murdered. At first his best friend is charged with it and as his FLO, Honey helps support him through it. They fall in love and in a whirlwind romance they get married.... only for Honey to realise that Scott actually murdered his first wife!

Laura Meadows - Jack's long-suffering wife of almost 30 years who put up with a lot, including affairs. It comes to a head when Jack - in full midlife crisis mode - thinks he's in love with Debbie McAllister and wants to support her and her new baby. Debbie thinks of him mostly as a father figure and is horrified when he finally puts the moves on.

Lilian Rickman - Cass' mum is devastated when her daughter is killed by the Sun Hill Serial Killer. She travels down and bonds with the team and later invites them to the funeral in Liverpool which some travel up to and then have to go straight on shift once they get back to London. She later returns to tie up the sale of Cass' flat and she and Tony grow closer and end up sleeping together.

Marie Graham/Carver - The bereaved mother whose daughter killed herself after being accused of sleeping with underage students. She's an alcoholic who seemed to understand Jim and all his problems... and then started to abuse him 2 days after their marriage. (he should have known it was a bad omen when he and June almost kissed the day of the wedding when trapped with Polly and Tony!)He is accused of abusing her before he ends up in the hospital (Gabriel hit him over the back of the head with a vodka bottle - long story) and he cracks under accusations and shows his many wounds. He leaves Marie and goes on to recover and get back together with June... only for Marie to turn up on THEIR wedding day and cause a scene at the reception and then fall down the stairs and knock herself out. Jim, with a sprained ankle, ends up going into hospital too!

Pauline Smith - Smithy's mum seen in Killer On The Run. His father was an abusive drunk who used to knock her and Smithy around until Smithy was old enough to go out with his friends. Smithy has little to do with his unnamed father and next to no contact. Pauline adores her son and is very proud of him. They are close and Smithy has a key to her house. He also had an unnamed little brother as a PC (mentioned in Soft Talking) but this seemed forgotten when he returned as a Sgt.

More family/love connections can be found here.

[sinful-liesel]

Tears of Themis: The Last Dragon Breath, Dazzling Night, Aquatic Amusement, Cha Panda Collab, and Other New Merch GO

Hello~ I’m hosting a group order for Tears of Themis official merchandise! I’m based in the USA & ship worldwide! Please see the order form below for more details.

Shares are appreciated! ❤ #lieselGOs

GENERAL INFORMATION

Form: bit.ly/3tVOhKA

Deadline: Nov 18th @ 11PM CST

Paypal, Venmo, Google Pay, Ko-fi

PRODUCT LINEUP

The Last Dragon Breath

Tinplate Badge

Rectangular Badge

Acrylic Shikishi / Art Board

Acrylic Keychain

Chibi Acrylic Stand

Acrylic Panel

Dazzling Night

Tinplate Badge

Quicksand Acrylic Block

Aquatic Amusement

Tinplate Badge

Acrylic Shikishi / Art Board

Shikishi / Art Board

Cha Panda Collab

4-Piece Chibi Tinplate Badge Set

Chibi Candy Keychain

Chibi 

Chibi PU Passport Holder

Chibi Travel Pouch

Chibi Acrylic Message Stand

Chibi Blanket

Chibi Acrylic Magnet Display

Other

2024 Card Calendar

Collectible Card Set vol.1

[fourseasonsfigs]

Happy Birthday Junjun - thanks for kicking my vacation week off with a bang! And it was crazy yesterday … any time you have to make a spreadsheet to keep track of timing of fig and other birthday merch drops, you know it’s going to be epic!

Final count was the Beast Panda van set (for a friend), the Panda car (for my panda fig set, stay tuned for that one!), 16 figs, a Wulin temple diorama set (for Yuechu figs) and a bunch of assorted standees, magnets, and stickers. I got no sleep, and it was totally worth it!

This fandom is incredible. The resiliency, creativity, and love shown yesterday is just beautiful. I’m grateful to be here with all of you!

㊗️龚老师生日快乐啊❤💙

[annwynisland]

Furniture Catalogue

Item names spelled in US English. Ctrl+F (find keyword) recommended. I can customize with Cyrus if specific color variant(s) desired.

ACNH Nintendo Switch

Alto saxophone

Analog kitchen scale

Anthurium plant

Antique bureau

Antique chair

Antique clock

Antique console table

Antique mini table

Antique wardrobe

Arcade seat

Artsy table

Baby panda

Ball

Baobab

Basic teacher's desk

Beach ball

Beach chairs with parasol

Beach towel

Bidet

Board game

Book

Book stands

Bottled beverage

Box corner sofa

Box sofa

Broom and dustpan

Bunk bed

Campfire cookware

Camping cot

Candle

Candle chandelier

Cans

Cardboard box

Carnations

Casablanca lilies

Cassette player

Cat grass

Chainsaw

Chalkboard

Champion's pennant

Changing room

Checkout counter

Chessboard

Clipboard

Clothes closet

Clothesline pole

Coffee beans

Coffee cup

Coffee grinder

Coffee plant

Colorful juice

Cone

Cooking tools

Cool sofa

Corner clothing rack

Counter table

Covered wagon

Crane game

Creepy skeleton

Cruiser bike

Cuckoo clock

Cup with saucer

Cushion

Cute chair

Cute DIY table

Cute sofa

Cute wall-mounted clock

Cute wardrobe

Cypress bathtub

Cypress plant

Decorative bottles

Deep fryer

Desk mirror

Dessert carrier

Diner counter chair

Diner counter table

Diner dining table

Diner neon clock

Dinnerware

Dinosaur toy

Director's chair

Dish-drying rack

Display stand

Document stack

Double-door refrigerator

Double-edged sword

Double Gloucester cheese

Double sofa

Drapery

Dreamy bed

Dreamy rabbit toy

Dreamy wall rack

Dual hanging monitors

Elephant slide

Enamel lamp

Evergreen ash

Exam table

Exercise bike

Exit sign

Fan

Fancy violin

Fax machine

Festival zongzi

Fireplace

Floating-biotope planter

Floor light

Floor seat

Fluorescent light

Folding floor lamp

Fortune-telling set

Freezer

Froggy chair

Garden faucet

Garden gnome

Garden lantern

Gas range

Gears

Glass jar

Globe

Handcart

Hanging cube light

Hearty ramen

High-end stereo

Homework set

Hourglass

Iced coffee

Imperial bed

Imperial chest

Imperial decorative shelves

Imperial dining chair

Imperial dining lantern

Imperial low table

Imperial partition

Ironing board

Ironing set

Judge's bell

Karaoke machine

Kids' tent

Kimono stand

Kitchen counter

Knife block

Lab-experiments set

Lantern

Large covered round table

Large magazine rack

Lily-pad table

Long bathtub

Magazine

Magnetic knife rack

Marimba

Metal can

Metal pot

Meter and pipes

Microwave

Mini circuit

Mining car

Mixer

Mobile

Modern cash register

Modern office chair

Monstera

Mop

Moroccan lights

Moss ball

Mounted blue marlin

Mr. Flamingo

Mrs. Flamingo

Mug

Oil barrel

Oil lamp

Outdoor air conditioner

Outdoor bench

Outdoor folding chair

Owl clock

Painting set

Papa panda

Paper-chain ceiling garland

Paper lantern

Paper tiger

Patchwork bed

Patchwork sofa chair

Pendulum clock

Pennant

Pet food bowl

Pinball machine

Pine tree

Plasma ball

Plastic canister

Pop-up book

Pop-up toaster

Popcorn machine

Porcelain vase

Portable radio

Pot rack

Potted starter plants

Premium nigirizushi

Pro coffee grinder

Puppy plushie

Rattan armchair

Rattan end table

Rattan low table

Rattan stool

Rattan table lamp

Rattan vanity

Rattan wardrobe

Retro fan

Retro stereo

Rice cooker

Rock guitar

Rocket lamp

Rotary phone

Round light fixture

Round pillow

Round space heater

Salad bar

Sandwich plate meal

Schefflera

School chair

School desk

Scooter

Scrapbook

Screen

Serving cart

Set of stockings

Sewing machine

Sewing project

Shaded floor lamp

Shaded pendant lamp

Ship-wheel door decoration

Shopping bag

Short file cabinet

Shoyu ramen

Silver confetti blower

Silver mic

Simple kettle

Simple panel

Simple shaded lamp

Simple table

Simple wall shelf

Siphon

Skateboard

SLR camera

Small mannequin

Small vase

Soft-serve lamp

Spaceship control panel

Spinning wheel

Square bathtub

Standing toilet

Strapped books

Studio spotlight

Study carrel

Study chair

Study desk

Study sewing box

Super-premium nigirizushi

Surfboard

Surichwi tteok

Table lamp

Table with cloth

Tabletop record player

Tangled cords

Tape deck

Tapestry

Tea set

Thank-you Mom mug

Throwback container

Throwback dino screen

Throwback gothic mirror

Throwback hat table

Throwback rocket

Throwback skull radio

Tin bucket

Tin robot

Tissue box

Titan arum

Tool shelf

Toolbox

Torii

Toy box

Traditional tea set

Train set

Transit seat

Tricycle

Typewriter

Upright speaker

Utility sink

Vacuum cleaner

Velvet stool

Vertical banner

Wall-mounted candle

Wall-mounted LED display

Wall-mounted phone

Wall-mounted TV (50 in.)

Water cooler

Weight bench

Winnowing machine

Wood-burning stove

Wooden pendant light

World map

Yucca

Yule log

[rebeccawangart]

A look back on 2022

I will typically do a blog article at the end of the year talking about all the paintings I did in the year and my plans for the following year. Since this is my first year on Tumblr I thought I would post it here as well for anyone who cares to read my drivel.

2022 was a hell of a year. I completed 19 pet portrait paintings on canvas, 8 pet portrait ornaments, and 4 original paintings (with plans to make at least one more before the year is over!) The ornaments are something new which I added a few months ago, and thought it was a nice addition to my pet portrait offerings. I am already booked into April of 2023 for portraits! I did my very first chameleon commissioned painting, thanks to my sponsorship of the wonderful Chameleon Forums, and already have two more scheduled for next year, which I am eager to paint. I created a wonderful original painting of a capybara which has become my most popular work of this year, as well as a box turtle, another red fox, and a polar bear.

The natural color style really seems to have taken off this year, with almost half of the 19 customers requesting that style. This is a deviation from my typical style, which is using bright colors on both the pets and the backgrounds. A couple of years ago, my most frequent customer requested that I paint some of her portraits with more natural colors with colorful backgrounds, and I thought it was a nice change. After doing a few of these I decided to add it to my choices for customers in the hopes that maybe it would encourage more sales of portraits. Maybe not all customers want bright rainbow colors but like my style anyway. In 2020 I did two portraits like this, and again in 2021. But this year for some reason about half of the customers wanted that style, so I think it was a good decision to add the style choice.

Etsy Store News

My Etsy Store has been doing very well this year. I changed my blanket printer, and the new blankets are much thicker and softer than the old ones. They also offer two sided printing, which is spectacular, and was an often requested option from my customers! I also added 15oz accent mugs to the 11oz listings, and added some more color options. I added several new holographic sticker designs, including the infamous capybara, gecko, peacock, panda, tiger, and mandalas. I added die-cut magnets, which are cut out to the shape of the animal. There are cool new ceramic ornaments as well, most of which are available in circle and heart shaped. Garden Flags seem to be a popular product, and make great gifts! I added a few wall tapestries as well, and will add more with time. I also have three cool holographic art prints which have a crystal shard effect. This was a unique find a few months ago when I saw another artist selling these prints, and I found the company that makes them and got a few to start.

The Upending of the Normal

This year has been a never-ending shit show for artists all over the internet. I myself have not been immune to the shit storm this year. Personally, I have had to close down two long standing accounts, move my website, and deal with the Twitter fallout by opening two new social media accounts. It honestly feels like the entire internet just collectively took a massive shit on artists this year, and I am so tired of it.

New Webhost

First, my website. I have had a website in some form since 1996 when it was hosted by Geocities. In 2000 I created my own hosted website with my own domain name. My site had gone through countless iterations in the past 22 years, from self-taught HTML, to plug-and-play templates, to a Wordpress site. Websites have changed a lot since the early days, and it is hard to keep up with all the changes. I have always been on top of security and safety, and am very careful with how my website is set up. That being said, my former webhost was constantly sending me emails saying that I was over limits, which is impossible, as this site is tiny and uses very few resources. They refused to help me diagnose the problem, so after 22 years I jumped ship to another webhost and could not be happier. It was a hard decision at first, but I am glad I left.

Closing Zazzle Store

Next, I had to close my Zazzle store permanently. I have had that shop since the early days of 2008, and was one of the mass-exodus from CafePress at the time. I have generally been extremely happy with the site and their products. But I can no longer recommend them to any of my artist friends. They have made a series of changes over the years which has really hurt artists and designers on that site, and I almost left in 2020 when they made changes that really impacted the quality of the site. They implemented banner ads for one, which make the site look like a trashy scam site and additionally steer customers away from buying products on the site. Not to mention most of the ads were for actual scam and illegal sites! They introduced collaborations and custom backgrounds, which took away a huge portion of the original designers income from that sale. They also had an issue with products continuing to be allowed to be purchased if the product was a customized one, even if the original product had been deleted.

But the straw that broke the camel's back was the removal of the watermark, the increased size of the preview images by almost double, and the implementation of allowing customers to download a full resolution digital copy of the artwork. The changes basically enable thieves to take designs from the site wholesale. I already have tons of problems with copyright infringement, I don't need to compound it. Not to mention the major lawsuit that Zazzle is facing in regards to possibly illegally obtaining the fonts they use in their product design tools.

So I made the difficult decision to close my store earlier this year. Which really sucks because it actually made me a decent amount of money, their products were great and unique, and their design editor was unparalleled.

Closing my DeviantArt and Artstation Accounts

I have been with DeviantArt since 2006. While they have made changes which have upset the artist community, none compares to the bullshit they puled last month. Not only are they doing nothing to stop the massive influx of AI art on their platform, they are encouraging it by having their own in house AI "art" generator called Dream Up which uses the controversial LAION-5B database that StableDiffusion and other platforms use. This database scraped the internet of 2.3 BILLION copyrighted images without artists consent to train their algorithm, which means the database is highly unethical and rife with theft. Due to this, I abandoned my DeviantArt site and just left up my links.

At the time of writing this article, ArtStation is pulling similar shenanigans, so I have closed that account as well. They have made it explicitly clear in their terms of service that they support AI "art", and will not ban it from the site. They are also shutting off comments of artists who are protesting. And apparently earlier this year they were also deleting posts about supporting Ukraine from their site. So I am done with them now too.

Social Media

I will not get into the Twitter issue here, since it has been discussed ad nauseum for the past several months and I am honestly tired of hearing about it. I hear worse and worse news about it every day. I honestly don't want to leave Twitter because it has been a major factor in driving traffic to my Etsy store, especially since Pinterest took a dump 2 years ago and stopped working for me. But will leave if the dumpster fire gets more severe. It will not be a big loss to me.

So in preparation for that, I have opened two new accounts: Tumblr and Mastodon. I actually had a Tumblr account many years ago, but closed it due to inactivity. Mastodon is very new to me, and so far I have liked the experience. I am stretched kind of thin right now so I think that is enough social sites for the time being.

Reopening TeePublic

I reopened my TeePublic store after it was closed for a year and a half. I originally closed it since I was not getting many sales. Also I really dislike the interface for uploading new art. It is cumbersome, and tedious, and the inability to select different files for each product means that I had to upload new "designs" for different products, meaning a lot of duplications in my store. But since I closed my Zazzle store I needed to make up for the loss of income so I thought I would give it another shot. So far it seems to be doing ok.

Conclusion and Hopes for Next Year

My plans for next year are to basically continue what I am doing already. This year saw so many changes as it is, and I am not really antsy for any other major changes at the moment. I will be actively making spaces in my schedule for original art, which has become a very important part of my portfolio. I will continue to offer portraits, and as always improve my skills and hone my style.

I will be monitoring my Society6 store this upcoming year. It may be on the chopping block if it fails to turn around. I do not have plans to open any more e-commerce stores next year. Instead I will be focusing on driving traffic to my existing stores, as well as adding products and new designs to my Etsy store.

And that is all. Hope everyone has a great new year!

[fafibgase]

Two different chambers will be used in this grow box

For this grow box you will need a jigsaw, a 2 inch drill bit, a Phillips head screwdriver, a hammer, a staple gun, a tape measure, a sharpie marker, a knife, while caulk, scissors, sandpaper and possibly wood glue. Around 245 watts will be used in the flowering area and should produce a yield of five to six ounces every sixty days depending on the type of plant you are growing.25; of hardboard, nine ceramic light fixtures, about 9 feet of lamp cord, three standard plugs for your lamp cord, a duct fan, 3 120mm computer fans, 2 80mm computer fans, a standard computer power supply and tester, 9 CFL bulbs, 2 hinges, 2 magnetic closures, 1 power strip, 1 piece of plexi glass @ 3mm thick, 1 thermometer, 2 timers. Other supplies you will need for your grow box include a dresser, some panda film 6;X10;, 4X2; @. You will need around ten hours to complete this project so be ready to expend a moderate amount of time in this endeavor, after all nothing lost nothing gained!

Two different chambers will be used in this grow box, one for your flowering buds and the other for your main plant and offshoots (clones). Then attach a drawer bottom to the bottom of the dresser so you have somewhere to attach the drawer fronts to. To start with remove all dresser drawers and then remove the bottoms from them before putting them back into the dresser. The main plant and offshoots will be under light nearly all the time (18-24 hours) while the budding plants will be exposed to half and half lighting conditions (12 hours light/12 hours dark). Make sure to leave the top shelf in place so that you have a place to mount the exhaust fans from. All of the items used in this setup are regularly available and easily utilized to construct a grow box of epic proportions.

Make sure to be careful when dismantling the dresser because you can salvage much of the wood to utilize further down the line for the project (that you do not need that is). Be sure to look into the typical yield for whatever plant you are fiber optic splice box Manufacturers going to be growing.Many of us out there want to grow our favorite plants without having to worry about them looking awkward in our living room or bedroom, and in this case with some craftsmanship, care and planning you can produce a secret grow box that will allow your plants to grow easily and quickly while concealing them.

One of the most popular methods for creating a secret grow box is building one inside of a dresser.. The main plant and offshoots should be on the bottom while your "budding" plants should be housed on top. At this point you are going to need to decide how to go about housing your plants and setting up lighting, this stage is unique to your dresser and own growing goals

[peachysamu]

Two Chocolate Chips

Word count: 1.1k

Genre: fluff; domestic; established relationship; Sakusa is feeling a little bummed out and expresses his feelings

A/n: me expanding my thoughts on this

One of the first tasks in the morning, aside from the bleary eyed walk-slide you do with your slippers scruffing against your floor, is check the fridge. Not the inside, but the outside, on the top right corner. It’s just a plain old stainless steel fridge with no sense of character like cute trinkets or sticky notes because he thinks they’re considered dust collectors, but the appliance is accessorized with one magnet picked very carefully. You remember the half hour you had spent in the craft store aisle as your boyfriend dutifully went through every bin so that he may pick the perfect magnet that suits his purposes.

One, it had to black or white. Neutral. He didn’t want a color to influence him in the moment. Narrowing it down, he then had to choose a theme. There were pandas, a Star Wars one. Or did he want the one stylized as a 70s American comic strip? It was imperative that he find one that resonated with him, something that had the capacity to enunciate the words he couldn’t always effectively communicate.

The two of you walked out with an emotions magnet decorated with cat faces thirty minutes later, hand in hand, with a small grin on his face. He looked giddy, a little excited, like the innocent nature of children on Christmas morning.

So now, your daily regimen - before your coffee, before you brush your teeth or wash your face- is to take a look at the magnet to get a gauge of how Sakusa is feeling that day.

This morning has Sakusa feeling… conflicted.

Your shoulders slump a bit at the sight, disappointed that the activities from the night before and a well rested sleep hadn’t rejuvenated him. Sakusa had come home yesterday feeling overwhelmed. Sometimes life gets that way for no reason at all and you wanted to help him through it. With a clingy boyfriend tagging behind you like a mopey rendition of Peter Pan, you staged a couple’s night in filled with bath bombs, face masks, warm blankets, and comfort foods paired with comfort movies. You wanted to provide him a getaway, a reprieve from the daily toils that life likes to offer.

But it seems that was not enough to ease Sakusa’s mind, and that’s fine. You’re glad that he’s capable of being honest with you, something that he considered difficult until he found his perfect medium for communication. It only means you need to try harder. Looking at the clock, your boyfriend just barely started his morning jog, giving you a little less than an hour to get everything ready. You’re pulling out pans, and sifting through the pantry, running to the closet, searching through the dryer, until everything is all set and all you need to do is decorate.

Sakusa walks through the door while you’re pulling out plates with your favorite little grimace across his face. It’s the cute kind of grimaces that make you smile when you see it, a boyish little thing that is obviously upset and trying so hard not to be.

So you walk carefully towards him like tentative footsteps when you tiptoe in the dark for a midnight snack, and slide your hands over his ribs until you’ve caged him in and they’re behind his back. He’d normally swat you lovingly away with a hidden grin, complaining that he’s sweaty and that he needs to shower first, before he gives into your touch and places a quick peck to your lips and a breathy murmur of good morning, my love. I missed you while I was away.

Today he slinks in your embrace with a welcomed fervor.

“Hello, handsome,” You twirl your fingers through his hair. “How was your run?”

He has to sigh before answering, but you appreciate it, because you know this means he’s trying. He’s trying his hardest to be honest and vulnerable and you think you’ve come a long way since then.

“Just okay.” He mutters, “Not the best.”

Usually the answer is refreshing, invigorating. Words that usually describe a nice summer dip into the pool and a weekend spa trip. Not so much descriptors of a jog, you’re saddened by the lack those words today.

“Sorry, Omi. Why don’t you go take a shower and I finish up breakfast? I set your clothes out for you.”

“You did?” You smile at the gratitude that glimmers his eyes. It’s like he doesn’t expect good things, to receive them, but you’re more than happy to give anyways.

You nod. “I did. I’ll see you in a bit.”

When Sakusa gets out, you’re more than excited to show him the fruits of your labor. “You’re done? Here! Look! I made you breakfast!”

You don’t even allow him to make it to the table, meeting him halfway and shoving the plate to his face. “Look, that’s your hair.” You point at the stylized curly q’s you drew with whipped cream in an almost expert flourish, if you do say so yourself. “If you were old with white hair. And then look, I drew a smiley face. And look! I made sure to include your cute, little–”

“Moles.” Sakusa finishes in astonishment. His hands are holding yours underneath the plate, but he can’t keep his eyes off your masterpiece.

“They’re chocolate chips. Two of ‘em.” You brag with a smile.

“I love it.” He says, finally looking at you with a full on beam. His cheeks are taut and bright pink, but it’s the happiest you’ve seen him in a while. It makes you feel whole, and it’s the first time you realize that you two truly are partners. That his sorrow is yours. Just like his joy is too. So you share breakfast, a mist of lovestruck gazes wafting through the air like the smell of coffee assaulting your nose.

“Have a good day, baby.” You bid at the foyer before placing a sweet kiss upon his lips.

He grins against your lips, a promise, “I will. Thanks to you.”

You’re back in the kitchen wiping the table down, when you hear the front door open again. Steps squeak like shoes until you find your boyfriend huffing back into the room.

“Omi! Your shoes!”

“Sorry, I’ll be quick. Just forgot something.”

And you chide, because this isn’t the first time. “You gave me a kiss already.”

“No,” He laughs as he walks past you to the fridge door. He places his hand over the magnet, a small hesitation as he carefully inspects his options. Then, with a smile, Sakusa moves the marker. You walk a little closer to peer over his shoulder.

Sakusa turns to you victoriously, and you notice that it seems like Sakusa hasn’t stopped smiling since he saw those pancakes you made him. It all makes sense when you see the magnet.

Today, he feels loved. 

[ladyminange]

A girl like you Part. 6

Pairing: Min Yoongi/Reader

Warning: Fluff/Angst/Smut (eventually)

Genre: Rapper/Daddy AU - Ex lovers

Wordcount: 4,491

Description: Although Min Yoongi was the love of your life he never seemed much interested in your relationship. Some day you decided you didn’t want it anymore. But destiny has its own words over your life.

Disclaimer: After a very hard and long time I started to write again. This is the new chapter of this story and the best of everything is I have sketched the whole thing until the end. So I think I can update regularly. Thanks for your patience! I hope you enjoy this chapter. It has a kind of hot scene, so go on!

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It was a very long day. Rosie felt sleep just when she got in the car. You looked at her and noticed the panda make-up were just traces in her face. She and Jungkook didn't allow you wash her face some hour before. Luckily the sweat almost deleted it. It was a relief because it would be very hard trying to clean when she was sleep.

Yoongi parked his car next to your building. You were getting off from it when he put you aside and grabbed Rosie in his arms. He felt the warm of the little girl over his chest. Her heart beats and relaxed breath made him smile.

But anything was perfect and when you tried to awake Rosie to put her in pajamas she started to cry. Yoongi never heard her cry before. He always thought that children crying was exasperating. Now the Rosie's lament made him felt a bit worried and even anxious. However he knew that you could handle the situation. True he didn't have the slightest idea of what to do in front of a crying little girl.

Before you went to the room with Rosie you told him if he want a coffee he could made one. Although he felt coy while he was finding for a mug in your little kitchen cabinet, he really need one. Slowly Rosie's crying became in quiet sobs so the image of you smiling at that Hoseok guy and the happiness which emanated from him came back to his mind again.

¿Was he jealous? He didn't want admitted it but he was. The thing was he never stopped to have feelings for you. Your absence from his life just made everything easier. The problem was you kept being a magnet to him. That's why since you met in the convenience store a couple of months ago his desire to be with you again resurfaced.

He filled the mug with fresh brewed coffee and took a sip. It tasted good but he remembered you were always a tea fan. So why did you have a coffee maker in your house? Was there a special one who to made coffee in your place? He tried to set asides his thoughts and grabbed the mug with his both hands. He couldn't help but the image of the smiley guy Hoseok appeared in his mind again.

You were with Rosie until she was completely slept. She wasn’t a spoiled girl but when she fall asleep out of her bed and you had to woke her up to put the pajamas on her she was very afraid. She grabbed you while she was crying and you had to calm her down and made her feel safely again. That night wasn't the exception and her crying increased a bit because you tried to cleaned her face to eliminate the make up completely. You feared she got an allergic eruption if you didn't do it.

You left the night lamp on like every night and left the room leaving the door ajar. Suddenly the tiredness of the day fell over you like a heavy rock. That's why when you saw Yoongi in the kitchen leaning in the sink aisle you jumped a bit. For some minutes you have forgotten he was still in your apartment.

He rose his stare from his phone to you. His stern gaze said you probably he was tired too. So, why he was still there? Actually you didn't feel eager to find out.

Nevertheless he was eager to find out certain things.

"So, Did Rosie feel asleep?", he asked.

"Yeah, at last. She was exhausted. And her mother too, by the way", you smiled faintly.

"I see"

Yoongi left the mug in the sink. But when you expected he said goodbye he attacked with a question. The one which was gnawing his thoughts the whole day.

“Are you dating him?”, he asked calmly. "This Hoseok guy".

"Hobi?", you replied a bit amused. “No, he’s my boss”

“A very close boss, I think”, he remarked.

“Of course, I told you we are friends since college”, you replied.

“So you have slept with him, haven’t you?”, he insisted.

You stiffened and turned back to him in disbelief,

“I think that’s not your business”, you scolded him.

He walked to you until you were very close. Your heart hammered in your chest and your mind didn’t understand what was happening. Although Yoongi stared at you without expression in his face you could see some fierce sparks in his eyes. You felt a bit confused.

“What…?”, you said desafiantly.

He didn’t answer. Instead he glared at you, scanning your body up and down and fixing his eyes in your lips. Goosebumps arose in your stomach. You felt how something inside you started to melt. He went closer to you and you walked a step back. And another one until you hit the wall with your back.

“Hey…”, you sighed.

He was very close to you. Very.

“What…”, he whispered over your lips.

He put his hands over the wall and suddenly you were trapped by him. A suddenly heat started to fill your body. He leaned his head over you and caressed your lips with the tip of his nose. He was teasing you and clearly he enjoyed. You knew those movements very well, that subtle but overpowered approach of him, which pretended to demonstrate his power over your body. Many times you hated him for that, although you enjoyed so much. His breath over your mouth gave you goosebumps and you couldn't think in anything but kiss his plump lips.

He always been like that with you because your lips, oh shit! he love them and always tried that kissing you let be a slow kind of process which let him enjoyed every inch of your mouth. He felt your deep breath and knew it was the moment. You felt his lips over yours as well as his tongue inside your mouth. It send sparks of electricity over your whole body. Kissing Yoongi still was a startling experience.

You surrendered. It was unavoidable. For the first time you recognized you were fantasizing with this moment since you met him some months ago. He was like an addiction. You weren't able to resist him. The touches of your tongues were deepening the sensation of the kiss and you couldn't help but moan lightly. He heard you and pulled away for a moment. You thanked him because you almost couldn’t breath. He was serious. His eyes fixed on yours and you drowned in them and their lustful sparks.

Yoongi's lips were grazing yours enjoying the feeling. You felt his heart beating hard in his chest while you started to feel wet down there. So you didn’t let him teasing and with a quick movement you grab his sweater and pull him against you. This time you kissed him and you almost heard him chuckling. He was a very serious, and bad, addiction. But in that moment anything really mattered. You felt his grip over your waist while he was pushing you with his body now. You felt he started to sweat and your arouse was more evident. It was like an ascendent spiral of desire. Suddenly his hands were under your blouse touching you bared skin. You moaned again. It encouraged him to keep ahead: his hand went upon your side until he reached one of your breast. You felt his long fingers squeezing your nipple over the fabric of your bra and you simply explode. You moan louder trying to not make much noise. It was a colossal fight.

“Hey… Yoongi…”, you whispered breaking the kiss, trying to pronounce a word to calm down a bit. He was licking your ear and you started to realize how far it was going.

“Yoongi…”, you almost begged him amidst suppressed little moans, trying to make him stopped. But your words hadn’t have any effects on him. He heard you but he just didn't wan't to stop. At contrary. So he went from your ear to your neck biting some points that made you crazy. He remembered every one of them.

“Yoongi… we must to…”, you tried to articulate a phrase but you couldn't. He put one of his legs between yours and you moaned again, this time without making any efforts to limit yourself. It was going really very fast. A little trace of reason still in your head although you only want feeling him inside you.

“Stop… Rosie can hear us… and… and… wake up…”, you tried to articulate a sentence without so much success.

“So we have to be quiet”, he murmured with a raspy voice. He didn't have any intentions to stop himself. True was he barely heard you. He just felt his arouse connected with yours. As ever. As just he remembered. As he have expected it would be during the last months.

An alert rose inside you. It wasn’t right. No this way. But you couldn’t stop while he was trying to you ride his leg. You had to hold him harder to not fall while your heat was rubbing against him rhythmically. The roughness of your jeans seemed amplify the pleasure of your core. You need to stop it. Badly. Trying to gather all the thoughts that could be able to cool your body you fought for find the right words.

“Yoongi, we need to stop… you have a girlfriend…”, you said in a last attempt.

He frozen. It seemed you pushed the right button and something inside him halted suddenly. You were right. Both of you needed to stop. He needed although his only desire was undressed and fucked you right there, with your back against the wall and your legs around his waist. He released you with a groan and you finally could breath deeply. He didn’t say anything just look at you briefly. You could see something in his eyes. Frustration. Shame, maybe. Guilt, surely.

Yoongi tried to fix his hair with both of his hands. He advert your gaze and you noticed his disheveled look. Everything was so intense that seemed to shake the ground under the feet of both of you. You tried to regain the normal pace of your breath without moving.

“Sorry”, Yoongi said. He picked up the car keys over the table and walked to the door. You didn't notice but he stopped a moment before touching the doorknob. But he reacted and finally left. When you heard he closed the door your body relaxed and a lump in your chest started growing. You sighed like something would hurt you physically without knowing if it was the sexual frustration or guilt. Or some kind of humillation. Probably it was a mixed of all of them. Your eyes were blurred with tears and you dropped down and sat on the floor. You hold your knees and let your head leaned over them. You cried a lot and you felt miserable while you were thinking how many tears you left to waste for that man.

****

Yoongi took off his headphones and drop them back on his desk. A groan of exasperation escaped from his mouth. He leaned his head back on his chair and closed his eyes rubbing them with his hands. He was an idiot. He let you bewitched him again and he wasn’t able to control himself. You had that power on him. Since the weekend he wasn’t able to think how put the pieces in order again. Your relationship were smoother and you shared some beautiful times with Rosie even. And then he screwed up.

He wasn't able to say he didn’t want it. Indeed he really wanted it. Every time he saw you and you smiled at him. Or when you saw you taking care of Rosie. He thought you glowed. And that view made him feel less guilty for abandoned you some years ago. He didn’t know of course. But he understood he wasn’t enough reliable to you told him you’re pregnant.

His mind was a mess. He couldn’t concentrate in anything after he left your apartment. And he couldn’t stop thinking what would happened if he weren’t with Jess. A bitter chuckle scaped from his lips.

With you everything were troublesome. You overwhelmed him and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t feel comfortable being vulnerable. But you were his best partner. You took care of him: many of your arguments were because you tried to oblige him to rest more or eat well. Sometimes you massaged his back and undo back knots that always growing. In your arms he could sleep without worries. And there was the sex. It was amazing. You were amazing. He remembered how many weekends both of you locked in his room and ordered pizza when you were starving. Sometimes your mouth was shinning with the oil of the food and he put the empty box aside and we’re over you one more time licking and biting your lips while you giggled and moaned later with his touches.

Also there was Rosie. You gave him the most beautiful little girl in the world. He knew that he was part of it too but he thought that every good thing about her was because of you. There was a fatherhood feeling that started to grow inside him. Indeed he felt a warm in his chest every time Rosie said his name. For a moment he smiled peacefully.

His phone buzzed over his desk and made him jump. He picked it up and saw the name of his girlfriend on the screen. He groaned again but he didn’t answer. He weren’t able to talk with Jess in that very moment. He knew what had to say but he didn’t know how. The phone buzzed again and he knew he was her without looking.

Yoongi was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize the door of studio opening until Namjoon figure appeared behind him.

“I thought you were very busy, but I guess it’s more an introspective thing?”, he said.

Yoongi chuckled and look at his friend.

“Kinda”, he replied.

“Mhhh busy enough that you don’t have time to pick up your girlfriend’s calls”, Namjoon said seriously.

Yoongi stiffened and glare at his friend without expression in his face. He was avoiding a talk not only with Jess but with his friend too.

“The thing is I’m very busy for waste time in dates”, he said with a bit of guilt in his words.

Namjoon grab a chair and putting it close to Yoongi he sat down. He leaned back and Yoongi knew he was decided to leave him alone only when he got some answers.

“What happened, bro?”, he said.

“Why do you think something is happening?”, Yoongi replied turning to his computer.

“Please, don’t fool me”, Namjoon said.

Yoongi seemed to be full concentrated in resuming his work but with the corner of the eye kept a look to Namjoon. He finally surrendered and turned to his friend.

“I don't know what to do. Every time the phone rang and I see is Jess I think he found out about Rosie. I know I had to told her about all this situation but I can’t”, Yoongi confessed.

“Well, it’s always good to tell the truth. Although in this case… I don’t know. Jess gonna be mad”, Namjoon replied him.

“I don’t understand why. I mean I didn’t cheat on her”, Yoongi claimed.

“Yeah, but you haven’t told her yet. Can I ask you why?”, Joon asked.

Yoongi sighed and leaned back on his chair and turned his gaze to the ceiling, both arms crossing above his forehand.

“I didn’t want. That’s it. Rosie and Y/N are mine. I mean they are an important part of my world and…”

“And Jess is your girlfriend”, his friend interrupted him.

“Yes, she is. But I don’t love her enough to be included in that part of my life”, Yoongi recognized.

Namjoon smiled bitterly. He knew that getting his friend put in words his feelings was a great step forward. In despite of he was becoming a father and that process had softened him, he was rude and confused lately. Surely because he hasn’t recognized his inner feelings yet.

“So, you need to talk with her. She’s kinda desperate”, Namjoon said.

Yoongi frowned and look to his friend.

“Is there something I don’t know?”, he asked.

Namjoon sighed. He had a confession to make too.

“She called me a couple of times these last days and some minutes early today. She is worried about you. I think she knows you’re getting away from her”, he told Yoongi.

“Why does she think that?”, he asked back.

“Really, Yoongi? You just said it. You don’t love her”, Namjoon replied.

“Enough”, Yoongi highlighted.

“She deserves better. She is an amazing girl. A bit spoiled and egocentric but a good woman. Speak with her”, Namjoon explained and got up. He walked to the door. Before left the studio looked Yoongi back and spoke again.

“And… you would have to talk with Y/N too. I mean, I didn’t know what is happening between you but I think that is what is really killing you”, he said before left the room.

Yoongi groaned and cursed Namjoon back. He loved that man but sometimes his wit was pure evil.

****

The evening was turning darker slowly. Yoongi's gaze was fixed in the sky, a bit cloudy for the spring. He was parked outside the modern building waiting for Jess. It was almost the hour she finishes her daily training in the gym and he texted a couple of hours before saying he was waiting for her at the entrance.

Of course he could be wait in the gym lobby. It was a top one so there were a super comfortable couches were he could take a nap easily. However the constant procession of super fit people stressed him out. In fact every detail of Jess daily life stressed him a bit: the amount of people surrounded her in the photoshoots or the make-up artists and stylists who tried in her new looks almost once a week. He liked better the safety of the close space of his car. It was one of the ideal places for drink a coffee and wait.

He was running away from this moment for some weeks. Since you said he was a father of a cute three years old girl. From that day he was living two ways of life: his "normal" one, being a music producer, independent rapper and kind of successful man who ran a music studio; and the other one who was becoming a father. The thing was the second became more prevalent each day.

A sudden noise in the copilot side window made him jump. He was decided to insult who was dare to pester him with his nocks until he look at the girl's face outside. He smiled faintly and open the door.

"Hi love!", Jess greeted her with a kiss on his lips.

"Hi, pretty girl", Yoongi replied with a faint smile in his face.

She looked at him carefully. Yoongi was always a kind of mysterious to her. They were together for more than two years but still there were certain hideouts in the heart of him that would never reveal to her. That thought was ruminating her head during the last days. The calls he didn't pick up, the short messages, his eyes looking at her indeed. She hasn't a good feeling about it. Although she tried to be optimistic in any situation Jess felt the distance between Yoongi and she. So there were two options: started an argument or trying to be reasonable to finding out what was going on.

"I feel lucky this afternoon, you not only called me back but you were agreed to picking me up", she said, a bit of resentment in her voice.

"Don't be like that. I'm the lucky one to have a woman like you besides me", he replied. However he didn't say that looking at her but to the sky through the window.

"Whatever. Can I push my luck and ask if we go to eat? I'm starving", she asked.

"Yes! We can go", he replied but he didn't started the engine. Instead he gazed to her and sighed. "But before we need to talk about something".

Yoongi's answer fell like a cold shower over Jess' back. She couldn't say it was a big surprise, but she was a bit afraid. Months ago everything ran smoothly. However something happened. He was moodier than normal, more distant and quiet. That was a bit strange even for a man like him.

"Yes, I think so. I'm not a fool, you know?", Jess uttered her words with a bit of resentment.

Yoongi felt it. In a way he was avoiding this moment because he expected everything would be fine without any explanations. He didn't like talking about issues related to his inner feelings. That's why his relationship with Jess was kind of ideal. They have enough space to live their own lives without the approval of the other one. However there were certain foundations which a relationship was based. In this case, he couldn't avoid the talk about Rosie (and you) no longer.

"What's going on, Yoongi?", she asked impatiently. His silence made her nervous. What would be so hard that he couldn't say her? Was he cheating her, perhaps? She couldn't deny that thought was around her mind the last days. She knew their relationship was straightforward, but it didn't mean it was an open one. There were some limits and she expected Yoongi knew it. However the doubt was there.

"Is there another girl?", she finally asked. She'd rather faced the big issue than continue with the uncertainty.

Yoongi's eyes widened. He looked at her thinking all the thing about woman intuition was absolutely true. Even though in this case it fell short. There were two girls. He took a deep breath.

"Yes, kind of", he said finally.

"Kind of?", Jess snorted. "You need to have a good explanation to avoid I slapped your handsome face, Min Yoongi".

Jess was furious. In a second she stepped from being a sweet woman to an angry one. Who was the woman that dare to compete with her man love? She was Jess Wang, after all.

"Jess, love. Just relax…", Yoongi tried to say.

"Relax?", she interrupted. "How can I relax when you are admitting you cheated on me?", he almost yelled.

Yoongi scowled.

"I'm not cheating you. I wasn't either", he insisted. "That's why you need to hear what I have to say before reaching any conclusions", he added.

Jess crossed the arms over his chest and gave him a side glance.

"Ok, go. Try to be quick because I'm hungry", she accepted.

"There was a girl. We had some kind of relationship. She was important to me, indeed. But we broke up almost four years ago and I never saw her again", he spoke.

"Important as your girlfriend? Or just "important" in Yoongi's definition", maybe she didn't know all of his inner feelings but she knew him a bit.

"Important. Period", he replied. Why is she interrupting him? It was very difficult to him talk about you. Not just with her. With everyone. With himself more than anyone. Also, he didn't cheat her. Right, It was close but you were enough rational to stop it on time.

"So?"

"So, I met her by chance some months ago and she told me…", he paused to gathered the right words. But then just spited out: "she has a girl and I'm the father".

Jess gawked him. What was he saying? He has a daughter?

"What?… sorry but… what?", she bellowed.

"She realised she was pregnant after we broke up", he explained. "So, she didn't even trying to contact me and tell me".

"That simple. Did you believe her?", Jess bewildered.

"Of course. She don't have any reasons to lie", he replied. The conversation was annoying him. Why everyone did insist in hesitate about you? He wasn't an idiot. He knew Rosie was his child.

"I don't know what to say, Yoongi", she told him at last. "I mean, you never thought that we would have children", she complained.

"Do you want to have children?", Yoongi gawked. "I have the idea that we never had that conversation".

"That's not the point. The thing is what do you pretend? I don't know If the stepmom role fit me", Jess sentenced.

"I know, believe me. That's why I think we need a time", he said.

Jess paralyzed. What was he saying?

"Are you breaking up with me?", she exclaimed.

"I mean, I need a proper space and time to think about all of this. It have been overwhelmed. So, if it means that I'm breaking up with you there were no more options", he closed his eyes and pinched his nose.

Jess looked at him and noticed he was exhausted. Maybe all of this was as he said. However a lot of question rose in his head. Especially why you never told him about your pregnancy. And the most important, who are you?

"You want to be with her again?", she asked.

Yoongi jolted. He didn't expect that question.

"True… I don't know, Jess"

Why is he saying that? He wanted be with you badly. However he knew that it couldn't be an on and off thing anymore. Both of you have a daughter. A pretty and smart one, indeed. She deserve to have the best parents and they need to be in a healthy and stable relationship to achieve that.

Jess sighed. She never expected this scenario. Yoongi cheating her? Yes, it could be a chance and she was ready to kicked his ass out. But he having a daughter? With an ex? What was that woman? Is he in love with her? Certainly they need a time. It was too much information to process and used to it.

"Well, so you aren't going to New York with me, I think", she asked.

"Yeah, I'm not", he looked at her feeling a bit guilty.

Jess was pretty, nice, intelligent. They have a very good time when they were together. Also traveling with her was always amazing. But made the trip with her couldn't be the right thing.

"OK. You really know how to surprise people, don't?", she said calm again. "Let's go to eat something? I'm starving. And I think we could keep being friends", she said with a smile while she was thinking in how to find out who the hell are you.

[hanazou]

matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

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25 :))

Seeing as how I’m not gonna be writing anything for pp horror week this is going to be my one time (unless something else shows up) contribution to Halloween 🥲🎃. I hope you peeps like it!

Inspired by bookie herself and her innate tendency to stimulate fic ideas in my brain. Iwysm dude (but you still are responsible for me not finishing my schoolwork).

25. “I can't smile at you, I’m mad.”

The unmistakable sound of a camera going off followed by a telltale “Dang it” indicates that Beca just got her picture taken. 

By Chloe.

Beca looks up from the cookie that she is busy decorating, “Dude, give me that phone.”

Chloe's smile is sheepish in the light of getting caught at trying to be sneaky in snapping a photo of her fellow Bella and failing spectacularly by having her camera sound accidentally turned on, “No way.”

Beca frowns, her eyebrows bunching suspiciously into the bridge of her nose, setting down the pumpkin shaped sugar cookie that Chloe somehow managed to wheedle her into agreeing to layer icing and sprinkles and even more sweetly powdered substances on top of the cavity tickets cooling on the kitchen island, “Chloe…”

Chloe is unperturbed by the faux threat in her tone, “Nuh uh, you’re not taking my phone away from me and deleting this adorable picture from my gallery. Absolutely not.”

Beca pulls up the sleeves of her warm and soft red panda robe that she got online after getting bored one day and browsing through the internet for some fall clothes sales, “You watch me do just that and then flush it down the toilet Chloe Jeanatte Beale.”

Chloe clutches her precious cellular device close to her chest and matches each one of Beca’s menacing steps with a backwards step of her own, “You will not; I have way too many delectable Rebeca Mitchell photos in this digital memory box than I can ever replace.”

The hem of Beca’s red panda hoodie that she secretly adores putting over her head falls into her eyes, and she irritatingly shoves it aside, “I don’t care, I will burn each and every one of them after snatching that damn thing away from your devious little fingers.”

Chloe grins then, the wide and innocent sparkle shining in her weird Beca-is-minding-her-own-business-and-I-want-to-commemorate-it-down-like-a-freaking-biography magnetized gaze morphing into one of mischief, “I’d like to see you try.”

Beca lunges, her hoodie falling back against the back of her neck as she reaches for the phone, Chloe squealing and switching the device to her other hand and extending it this way and that, desperately making it out of the range of Beca’s determined fingers, ultimately settling for her arm at a ninety degree angle over her shoulder and Beca practically laying on top of Chloe in trying to make a grab for it, giggling as she adjusts her feet to balance the both of them, “You’re too tiny Beca, it’s impossible for you to reach.”

Beca grumbles, taking one last swing of an attempt before pushing away from the smug redhead with a light punch to the stomach, “I hate you.”

Chloe’s teeth are quick to make an appearance, “No you don’t, you love me.”

Way too much sometimes. “Whatever.”

She stomps back to her cavity ticket, making a show of dumping her ass on the wooden little stool and flipping Chloe off before laying her elbows on the island, returning to her work of squeezing a spooky little nose onto the pumpkin’s face, “After I’m done with this damn cookie I’m gonna shove it down your pretty little throat so you will shut up and stop making my life a miserable hell.”

Chloe ignores her, humming a low Halloween movie tune to herself as she begins to type on her keyboard, “I’m going to post this on Instagram and show everybody what a cute tiny cookie decorating red panda you are and how you are causing this year to be the best Halloween ever.”

Gooey affection for her favorite Bella settles into her chest, and Beca has to lay her palm flat on the marble to refrain from making the unmistakable pout on her lips more prominent, “That’s sweet Chlo, but I am still gonna delete that photo as soon as I get the chance and then burn your phone and then tell everybody that it was photoshopped, because there is no way that I am gonna let everyone think that I am nothing but badass.”

“Photoshop couldn't make you any more adorable than you already are, pandabecs,” Chloe says, strolling over to press a kiss to her cheek, Beca flushing at the unexpected contact, a squiggly line resulting in her wake, “And don’t worry, everybody who is anybody who even remotely peeked at you carrying our team to victory last acapella performance can tell that you are a very musically talented badass.”

A smile struggles to break free across her face, but Beca is mad gosh darn it, and she feels the need to voice it aloud, “I can't smile at you, I’m mad.”

Chloe laughs, the pad of her thumb reaching forth to wipe off a smidge of icing off of Beca’s other cheek, “I know you are, but what’s a girl like me to do when someone like you is all bundled up for Halloween and concentrating so hard when you initially claimed to have no interest in this sort of stuff?” She brings the hoodie back over Beca’s head, “I would be crazy to not want to snap a pic, as any reasonable person would, to capture this moment and remember it every time I scroll through your dedicated photo album.”

Beca groans, nudging the finished cookie to the side so she can start on another, “You have an entire album?”