#Woodworking Projects For Kid

[beezelbubbles]

Okay so. A very large part of my husband's job is building platforms meant to support the weight of multiple actors at a time, sometimes while dancing and jumping around. So he built this bed https://www.ana-white.com/woodworking-projects/camp-loft-bed-stair-junior-height for our kiddo. So we're already ahead in that husband has all the skills needed. But this isn't like *the* most complex, it's just there are little things that make it easier going. I filled a shopping cart from Home Depot with this supplies list, plus the stuff they assume you've got like wood filler, tools, slats for the mattress to rest on, level, carpenter's square, etc. I went Ryobi for the circular saw and drill/driver. This kind of job is incredibly frustrating if your power tools don't have some power to them. One thing I didn't put in was saw horses for the saw. So that adds a bit, or you can get a small table saw, which also adds a bit. I added a little power sander because you do not want to be hand sanding all of this, but also if you don't sand it, you get splinters. All told it was 315 pre-taxes. This also assumes you have a way to get the wood where you want it. And have space to do all the construction. It was about a day's work to build, and then paint took a while to dry. Husband's only assistant was the 8 year-old, but he builds whole theatre sets on his own, so I recommend someone a little more experienced for an assistant. (Also kiddo has been learning power tools and theatre bits since they were about 5.) All of that and it was still pretty basic. And only a twin sized bed. Bigger will be more expensive and a bigger pain the ass to build.

But the real kicker is that in the end you only have a bed frame. I have to find a mattress that can accommodate my weight. And since I can't live my life in bed, I need to build my dining chairs. I need to figure out a couch. (I helped build one in jr high, but that was ages ago.) Most office chairs have an upper rating of 150. Higher than that and they start getting real pricey real fast. I do not even begin to know how to build an office chair. I should not need to become an artisanal furniture maker just so I can exist. (Or you know, marry a furniture maker.)

And I know we've been talking about homes here, but fat people do go out in public. Chairs with arms? Even if it can hold my weight, it doesn't matter if the arms aren't wide enough for my hips. There is some kind of irony that as the fat population grow the world seems to be increasingly hostile to us.

Here's something that a lot of thin people don't know about being fat: you have to be very careful, these days, what the weight limit on your furniture is. So much is made of particleboard or even cardboard or flimsy plastic, and it may be great for the environment for things to be made of recycled materials, but it can easily leave fat people in the incredibly humiliating situation of breaking a chair by sitting on it, or a table by leaning on it. It also creates an effective "fat tax" on furniture, since the more solid materials tend to cost more.

When I was looking for loft beds to make my apartment effectively larger, the majority of them had a weight limit of 200 pounds, including the weight of the mattress. That puts a weight limit on the person of roughly 150 pounds, and that presumes a light mattress. That's not taking into account blankets, pillows, and stuffies, which can easily rack up a weight of around ten to twenty pounds without much trouble, bringing the safe weight for a person down to roughly 140 to 130 pounds. The ones that held more than that had a steep increase in price, with ones that held 300 pounds costing roughly 600$ more than the 200 pound ones, and the 400 pound ones, which I wanted for tolerances, ran a good 800$ more on average than the ones for 200 pounds.

More generally, solid wood, metal, tempered glass, and thick, durable plastic cost more than particleboard, cardboard, and flimsy plastic. They are also far more likely to be safe for fat people to use.

If you are a thin person and want fat people to be comfortable when visiting you, invest in furniture that is clearly made with sturdy materials. Having to brush off standing the whole visit is embarrassing both for us and, if you are a host who cares about the comfort of guests, for you.

[tacklebaitcalhoun]

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[nocturnus33]

My husband and I made this mousetrap game for our six-year-old niece. It's a traditional game from my childhood, but not played much nowadays.

It's played with little marbles, adding points each time one goes through a hole. The narrower the hole, the more points you earn.

We built simple mousetraps from cardboard boxes the last few times she visited us. She played with them so much that we decided to try a more solid one, with pine wood.

We download the crocodile for free at designbundles and made on the Cricut with adhesive vinyl. We used Cricut's typewriter font for my niece's name and the numbers.

Our niece helped us transfer the adhesive vinyl figures onto the wood - she was very proud of her work and played with it the whole afternoon.

It seems traditional games still have their charm.

[bittershins]

Things my dad has done for me in the last week that have made me want to cry:

1) gave me a bag of quarters that he's collected from the change he saves, for my coin laundry machines

2) noticed my bass guitar case was starting to fall apart and took photos of the measurements of the guitar for me as reference. And also pointed out what's gonna give me trouble in finding a case (slightly weird shape as a semi-acoustic)

3) i mentioned by frustrations with my weak pinkies when it comes to fretting, and he turns up with some old racket balls he's had kicking around fifteen minutes later

4) every single time the neighbors cat was on the porch, he bugged me and my sister about it to go visit him (he does not want a pet cat whatsoever. However he will sing out of tune at it)

5) bought me LED plant lights for Christmas, because he knows i hate online shopping too my absolute core, and remembered me mentioning them

6) he always checks my car's oil before i leave, since i have a bit of a drive ahead

7) whenever someone is sitting with the dog on the couch, he tucks him in with a blanket. Without fail

[triassictriserratops]

do you think Peeta makes a solid medium to large friend group after the war and what do you think they do together?

i think that Peeta makes various smaller friend groups. Him, Annie, and Johanna all check up on each other intermittently. They're all unbelievably important to each other and both Johanna and Peeta are active presences in Baby Odair's life. Johanna stopping by in 4 frequently with dangerous not mommy-blog approved gifts for him. Peeta and Katniss take him in frequently as he grows so that Annie can get some time to herself. On hard trigger days, they jump on a call together and lean on each other. Remind each other that they survived. That they are going to survive. And that they have each other. Peeta and Delly (and the handful of other surviving Merchant teens) all spend time together. They start a book club at the bakery but it's really just an excuse to get together. Not in an exclusionary way, it's just that they're all they have left of the childhood they knew. they all lost so much of their community, their neighbors, their friends - so they hold onto each other. Peeta also volunteers his time with the cleanup crews for District 12. So he makes friends with Thom and other Seam folk. He goes out for drinks with them at the "New Hob" after his shifts sometimes. They LOVE getting him to drink because man CANNOT HOLD HIS LIQOUR. They think it's HILARIOUS. Katniss has to come pick him up sometimes and he's crying because she's married and he's so jealous. "I'm married to you, you idiot" "Wait, really???? Is it serious??? Can I kiss you???" :: sigh :: "Thom, did you really need to give him that last shot?" "Absolutely, yes." And then, of course. There's his family. Haymitch, Sae (and her granddaughter), and Katniss. Peeta has so much love for Haymitch and Sae. He'd do anything for them. He helps Sae with all of her more strenuous house chores. Shovels snow for her, cleans her gutters, anything he can. He is devoted to her and is grateful to her for watching over Katniss. And he never fails to show her that gratitude until her dying day. He plays with Sae's granddaughter too. She keeps a running list of new animals that she's learning about and with every animal, Peeta lets her help him make sugar cookies shaped like that animal. It's her absolute favorite day of the week and it helps give Sae a rest day. It's more of a struggle with Haymitch but he does what he can. Helps out around the house, pays someone to keep Haymitch's house decent. Makes sure that he has at least one healthy meal a day. They always portion out their leftovers for him too. He also finds little projects to do with Haymitch where they can keep their hands busy and enjoy the silence of work. He helps Haymitch build the goose pen. He helps dig out a watering hole for them. Haymitch takes on woodworking and Peeta learns right along with him, just to have a way to bond. And then, of course, his absolute best friend, Buttercup. (I'm kidding, Katniss, although yes, him and Buttercup are annoyingly bonded to Katniss' consternation.) Of all of his circles. No circle is more precious to him then the love and friendship he builds with Katniss. Their home together is what he always wanted but never thought he'd have - peace.

[gabessquishytum]

Dream is bored and he'll be the first to admit that his boredom tends to make him an easy mark for his siblings shenanigans. Case in point, his sister Tel has convinced him - cajoled, dared, whatever, to give a few classes at her always in need of funds community center.

Dream is a world renowned international (dance, ballet, artist, designer) star and he has never been know to hang around normal people, but his inspiration is in a ditch, hole, dark empty place,,,,so he decides how bad can it be.......

Well it's certainly not good, there are no supplies for the classes he wants to teach, and the kids have no idea who he is....just that he seems stuck up. After his first disastrous first day [if it's art classes not dance, Dream leaves the center with paint in and covering places he hasn't since he was teaching Del to paint,,,,, when she was 5], he is taken under the wing of (after his sister leaves him to a hoard of children on his own) the cheerful "Mr. G".

Hob "Mr. G" Gadling has been working at the community center forever, and the kids love him. If asked, Dream would say that he is only flustered around Mr. G because he's still finding his way around the community center, not because on top of being nice Mr. G is gorgeous.

This is so sweet - gotta love Dream doing his best to function around normal people!!!

The kids really aren't so bad. They are, for the most part, simply bored. The community centre is a wonderful place but it lacks funding for really exciting projects, and the kids are kind of tired of making macaroni art, ya know? "Mr. G" kindly explains all of this to Dream as they sit in the car park (and Dream vainly attempts to scrape some of the paint off himself so he can avoid dirtying the interior of his fancy car). And Dream realises that he had been kind of an ass to the kids, and patronised them a whole not... maybe he needs to figure out a new approach.

So he recruits Hob’s assistance and together they head for the nearest art supply superstore. Dream buys several carts full of stuff with his own money and Hob maybe tears up a little bit because Dream is so determined and kind and pretty. Hob definitely has a weakness for beautiful men with big hearts.

Art classes at the community centre take a turn for the better as Dream asks the kids what THEY would like to do. It's settled that they'll make a big mural for the reception area, and everyone gets involved doing stuff that they enjoy. Dream and Tel's brother Ollie is persuaded to come in and help out with some woodworking so the kids can even help make new furniture! Hob offers his own assistance wherever he's required, whether that means opening paint tins or comforting frustrated artists. He's much more gorgeous covered in paint than Dream was.

And at the grand opening of the new reception area, complete with mural and custom artworks, Dream has hardly ever been so proud. Mostly because he's found his inspiration: his sketchbooks are full of sketches of Mr. G... and yes, some of them are nude, but Dream just blushes when asked how he knows about the tattoo on Hob’s left buttock!

(He knows about it because Hob showed him, in great detail. But Dream isn't one to kiss and tell about his boyfriend's intimate parts!)

[stardewremixed]

What Each Townie Adds to the Community Center After Complete, Pt. 1

Farmer - a farm-to-table dinner once a month and everyone brings a side dish to share

Caroline - expands her fitness class and moves it to the Center (offers 3-4x's a week)

Evelyn - a baking class once a month (mostly cookies, some cakes too. Haley sometimes helps).

Gus - cooking class once a week (and he would be such a good teacher with a gentle, encouraging voice) AND a near daily breakfast for seniors and vets (because he's that kind of guy)

Sebastian - basic computer classes because these townsfolk need to get outta the dark ages. Jk... but seriously, he would open a computer lab. People could come work on resumes, kids could play games after school and on weekends (Sam included), and folks could pay bills online.

Penny would create a kids club for after school on Wednesdays. Vincent, Jas, and Leo all come for storytime, homework help, snacks, and playtime. Jas would donate some of her old dolls and toys. Vincent would create a bug display. Leo would fix up a treehouse out front with help from Robin.

Robin would offer woodworking classes, and she would co-lead an environmental science club with Demetrius (for the social and moral support).

Willy and Elliott would arrange beach clean-up days, and use the Center to create a place for recycling gathering. (And compost - Leah and the Farmer would add).

Gunther would partner with the Adventurer's Guild to host a series of guest lectures on the 2nd Saturday of the month. Archeologists, botanists, monster hunters, travelers, other experts.

Shane would open an AA chapter and suicide prevention support group (with some encouragement from Harvey). Bad coffee. Stale donuts. Everyone feels welcome though.

Band practice would move out of Sam's bedroom and into the Center. He would also organize an open mic night (Abigail would do most of the work, but his enthusiasm counts). He would support and cheer for everyone equally (no matter how off-key).

Elliott would do poetry readings. Once he was published, he would host his book reveal party at the Center. Over wine for the 21+.

Leah would host art classes - sculpting, painting, etc. She would also organize a tri-athlon with Alex.

Alex would fix up the backyard for a kids gridball team. He would have a sports mentorship program (and kids from surrounding towns would attend). Work hard. Play hard. And learn life skills. With a lot of help from other townies.

Haley would create a dark room for anyone wanting to develop their own photos. And she would gladly have many of her own photos on display.

I feel like George would host movie nights with help from Alex, Sebastian and Maru. Alex would hang the projector, Seb would set up the equipment, and Maru would decorate with lights in the yard for movies under the stars in summertime. And bring strawberries to share, of course. Old timey movies. Black and whites.

Harvey (and Maru) would host health clinics, offering free wellness checkups. Gus would provide healthy lunches. They would team up with Caroline for a fitness class. Emily would call her Swami friend for a yoga and meditation demonstration.

Emily would definitely start a sewing circle. Jodi would join. Maybe Marnie. And Caroline would enjoy cross-stitch.

Em would also do additional projects. The younger ladies like Abigail, Sophia, and Scarlett would definitely be into cosplay and costuming together. Abs would drag Sebastian in every once in awhile and Sam would tag along, just cuz. Seb would rock Puck from A Midsummer's Night Dream. And Elliott would make a fantastic Romeo. Haley would definitely be Juliet.

[last-blue-hours]

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Taekookers and Jungkook solos seem to be under this misconception that Jikookers are all Jimin-biased lol. I've realized this being so long in the fandom. But when I was new and getting to know BTS, Jungkook was the first one I gravitated towards and soon I became a Jungkook biased ARMY. And it was through focusing on JK and watching non-edited content + little clips that revolved around him that I picked up on something between him and Jimin.

I didn't stumble upon shipping spaces or videos that could have altered my perception, it was all authentic. And mind you that time every little BTS content had Taekook at the forefront of the things I used to see and was recommended the most. But whenever I'd watch him with Jimin, the way Jungkook himself would behave towards Jimin (whom I didn't even like then), I'd feel so weird, like I'm watching moments between two people that I'm not supposed to witness. Even the moments when he'd push him away, I saw only myself when I was in love with my ex-girlfriend who wasn't my girlfriend but just a close friend then. Everything that JK is, his personality, is so much like myself, I feel. And that's a major reason why he's my bias, other than the fact that he's so talented.

Definitely not every Jikooker is Jimin biased, in fact from my perspective I'd say quite a number of them are Jungkook biased. And I think the Jm biased Jikookers have gotten even less now because of what happened with Face and Seven (people feeling the company sabotaged Jimin while JK got heavy promotion). A lot of the people who became PJMs in 2023 are ex-jikookers.

I’ve known bts and somewhat witnessed the inner workings of their fandom for a very long time. Although for some time, I have seen myself in the category of a lurker. I didn’t have the time to actively be a part of it. Now, I have crawled out of the woodworks, on time for the travel show.

It was jimin who caught my eye but it was jungkook, whose introversion, so similar to mine that I saw a sort of fondness growing and settling deep within me. I was there when km’s relationship began to take shape, something very undefinable still since we’re just spectators but I can pinpoint the exact moment when a lot of people could just tell. We just knew. Jungkook was the more obvious one, his face shows a map of his heart. We didn’t have jeonlus or satellite jeon for no reason, they were exaggerated but it was fun while it lasted. And what you said about your experience with your ex-girlfriend (I hope what you had with her was good for however long it lasted), the more you feel for someone, the more overwhelming it is to be around that person. Often times people misinterpret it as something malicious, which is what happened with Jungkook. And the kid was also going through a very sensitive developmental and transitional phase of his life. People are still unkind to that Jungkook.

I don’t like saying this but so many are in some ways living vicariously through km’s relationship while having an internal struggle as they project their own insecurities onto it. It’s such a shame how misery is thriving in these spaces on both sides. And why many jm biased jjkers have become solo stans. Another reason being, as you pointed out, how hybe handled jimin and jungkook’s solo debut. Hybe proved to be very incompetent while handling jimin. And the resources they did give Jungkook, it was to push an idea of a certain image, a regurgitated image of a popstar we have seen being already exhausted in the music industry. They didnt get the memo of what made Jungkook golden. That’s just what was off about the whole album. I’d like a better creative team for him.

And I do think a lot of jjkers are just people who are equally interested in jungkook and jimin as individuals. But yes there are a lot of jungkook biased jjkers. Us.

[prettykittytanjiro]

Ramayan: a character analysis

Part 1

Link to part 2

I just found a paper which had a Ramayan and Mahabharat stupid character analyses cause me and my friend couldn't be bothered to do physics and maths so I'm gonna share them with y'all >:D

Its kinda school / work/ jumble au made for funsies :3

Lakshman:

The Original Angry Bird

Its also his nickname

probably had a emo and My Little Pony phase

He knows all the My Little Pony lore

He's the guy who can basically conjure up anything and everything the second you need it

Some idiot (read: us): aw, dammit- I forgot the lighter!

Lakshman, tending to a fire he made with nothing but a leaf: what?

I'd like to think he's also very paranoid about hygiene

He has a secret fanclub he's unaware of

EXTREMELY COMPETITIVE AND WILL DO HIS BEST TO DECIMATE THE OPPONENT WITHOUT HESITATION

•will shake the opponent's hands in congratulations/his version of 'you did good' (depending on the result of the match) after whatever they were competing for while smiling and speaking in the kindest tone known to mankind as if he just hadn't attempted murder :)

The house is FULL of woodworking projects he's made by himself- people see a LOT of them on Urmila's and Ram's desks/workplaces/lockers :)

Adding onto that he almost always has like tiny little wood chips/sticking eticking on to HIM AND HIM ONLY👍

Shatrughan:

Who?

he's the kid who took arts as a stream, probably

He writes fanfiction on characters that deserve more attention than they get

Has ALL the tea even though noone even THOUGH HE'S NOT EVEN PRESENT AT THE SCENE IN THE CCTV-

He's the great vent-entity that possesses every vent in existence, that's how-

He's the guy with PERFECT attendance but somehow STILL gets questioned if he's even in class or not :(

He's the very cool wine uncle and has a very great taste in fashion

Spews out show/game references left and right

Has a secret book with masterplans on how to pull the greatest pranks in history

[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if...they were teachers part 2

ANON I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED UR REQUEST IM SO SORRY IM GONNA CRY BUT here it is :D with techno too :) please people send in some requests for meee check out part 1 here!

techno: english (with 1 mythology class for seniors): - hates his english classes wishes he could just teach mythology - would make all the students do a little project on a greek mythology story - rivalry with mr soot  - “ill give u each 10 dollars if u go to mr soots class tmrw talkin about how im a better teacher” - supports each and every kid no matter WHAT even if its not english related - holds detention in his room cause no one wants to fuck with him - like dream he doesnt anyone to get fucked over his english class so he hosts after school office hours like its college - has read all the classic novels and makes his classes read them. he wont move to something else unless some kid IS REALLY passionate about it - “ranboo we will not be reading the diary of a wimpy kid series even if you resonate with greg heffley on an emotional level” - BUT for his english classes he makes them do a general book report project so he can see and appreciate his student’s taste in books  - albeit not the biggest fan of romance novels but knows it ends with us for some reason - brings all the projects home and keeps them in a big storage bin. he loves showing them off to future classes and even you - light. acadmeia. dresses formal, long sleeves, hair tamed, glasses on the bridge of his nose - “tommy please stop swearing. tubbo calm down?” - hold detention with him cause no one fucks with mr blade

phil: principal - best principal ever - has a great relationship with all the staff tbh  - wilbur and techno and tommy arent his sons wdym - no ones rlly scared of getting sent to the principals cause like yk theyre like “oh phil??? hes nice”  - everyone calls him phil - ok i lied everyone BUT tommy isnt scared of going to phils - “I DONT WANT TO GO TO PHILS” “tommy calm down-” - hates the school board, lets the teachers teach what they believe is best for the students - can deal with the consequences - once wilbur got him to play a role in on of the school’s productions - big year for the dsmp high thespians tbh - is married to the guidance counselor kristin - who by the way is a GOOD COUNSELOR - actually does guidance - phils whole office is green - always wears his bucket hat tbh - besties with the other school’s principals

foolish: architecture/woodworking - i think this one was another “duhhh” one - builder man teaches builder children - starts the year with teaching them the basics of everything and then sort of lets them go wild  - is so scared some kid is gonna get hurt - has goggles in every corner of his room, gloves, whatever safety stuff  - loves it when kids work together to make some big project - IN YOUR GUYS’ HOME YOU HAVE A SHELF full of little sharks all the kids made for him its so cute - he makes stuff for you in class and uses it as an excuse to teach  - wears muscle t-s or normal t-shirts never dresses formal  - “it would get in the way of the wood?? duh” - id want to be in his class - is besties with mr jacobs and mr punz the random coach who shows up just to coach basketball in the winter - another teacher everyone simps over - once refused to teach tommy cause he didnt want to “catch a case”

i kinda want to write for the bench trio so here’s STUDENT EDITION

tommy: junior in high school, ta to mr wastakens math class  - tommy signed up to TA for wilbur but then wilbur said “absolutely not” so he got put into dream’s introduction to stats class  - but he also has dream for the period after that for his ap stats class - so hes stuck there for like 2 and a half hours  - dream groaned when he saw who his TA was - makes tommy grade papers and stuff but never tests  - he doesnt trust him with that - tommy is a good kid and usually doesnt disrupt class but when he does its hilarious - expect mr blade doesnt give a second shit about tommy in his class  - tommy is rlly good at drama and math (even though hed never admit hes good at math)  - his locker is a mess  - besties with tubs and ranboo ofc - phil is his father dont tell anyone - he is so adamant on walking home bc he doesnt want people to know that his family works there - always has his red jacket on  - never gets school lunches says they are cursed

tubbo: junior in high school, ta for mr quackity’s spanish class - tubbo likes quackity so he signed up to ta for his class - he isnt good at spanish tho- - quackity knows that but likes tubbo so he lets him be  - sapnap ADORES tubbo for some reason - “TOBY!!! WHATS UP!” “hi mr sapnap” - sapnap thinks tubbo is such a good kid - but  - mr notfound knows tubbo is a menace - “good morning toby” “good morning mr notfound *innocent*” “sit down and get started please” - SO FUNNY LMAO  - tubbo is a menace - pulls a bunch of pranks on the teachers but then the blame always ends on tommy somehow “wHAT- TUBBO DID IT” “no he didnt” - besties with tommy and ranboo ofc - tubbo is rlly good at science but isnt so hot at english - but mr blade is rlly nice and takes him time to help tubbo  - tubbo appreciates it so he gets mr blade a gift at christmas - mr blade teared up - runs thru the hall dragging tom and ranboo behind him no regrets - “STOP RUNNING THROUGH THE HALLS” “no” ranboo: junior in high school, ta for mr blades mythology class - lOVES ta-ing for mr blades class - mr blade kinda lets him chill in the back, stapling papers - no interaction whatsoever - he also now cant wait to take that class next year - mr blade refers to him as my protege a lot  - i hope i used that word right - besties with tommy and tubbo - all the teachers are nice to ranboo and kinda sorry that hes friends with tommy and tubbo LMFAO  - “hi ranboo u doing ok” “yes thank u mr jacobs” “RANBOO! LETS GO! PUDDING DAY IN THE CAFETERIA” “thats my cue mr jacobs” - ranboo usually doesnt get into trouble when he does oh boy its good - not pranks on teachers but school wide pranks - is shy but when someone picks on tommy and tubbo he GOES OFF - attacks them through words - when he gets comfortable in a class he lets out these small comments that get the whole room laughing - so not the class clown but people know hes funny and people respects him 

[goldnhourwrites]

HEARTSTEEL COLLEGE AU HEADCANONS

This phrase seized me yesterday and I have not been able to stop thinking about it. Who knows, maybe I'll write a fic :)

inspired by my experiences as a college student in the US!

Yone

Pre-med student with a minor in psychology

Does peer tutoring and notetaking for his biology classes

always doing work. being a pre-med student is so much Work All The Time. this is why Yone is always seen with coffee and dark circles under his eyes.

He manages fairly well for someone with so much on his plate - he keeps an impressively functional sleep schedule (goes to bed at 10pm every night, wakes up at 8am every morning)

Is an RA (resident advisor) for his dorm floor and tries to be a good resource for freshmen

Bikes everywhere, enjoys taking walks/getting outdoors for a break from studying

Likes to make and listen to music in his free time (which is not a lot)

Sett

Majoring in athletic training to be a sports coach

Student athlete on the wrestling team - spends a lot of time training and traveling to meets off-campus, so he's not around much until the off-season

Hangs out with the boxing club when he's not doing wrestling

Part of an all-men a capella group and enjoys singing/rapping

Joined a fraternity in his sophomore year because most of the wrestling team was on it and enjoys chilling with his friends in it

Casually bakes things in his free time and brings them to the wrestling team/his classmates/office hours/his frat brothers

K'Sante

Anthropology major, education minor - interested in becoming a teacher/professor and enjoys working with kids

Also a student athlete, on the powerlifting team

Part of a hip-hop dance group on campus and likes to choreograph

Involved in campus queer life and helps organize/run events

Takes voice lessons - used to play trumpet, but didn't have time for both in his schedule

Also part of a fraternity, enjoys the sense of community it offers and plays an active part in organizing/managing their social events

Seems like he's constantly busy, but always makes time for his friends and enjoys the feeling of being on-the-go

Ezreal

History major with a minor in classics (studies Latin/ancient Greek literature and languages)

Acts with a theater club in his spare time - loves musical theater and plays, especially Shakespeare

Hung out in the history/special collections section of the library so much he got a student job there

Loves wandering around campus to find cool, obscure places that he's probably not supposed to be in

Joined a debate team in his freshman year (Kayn was on it) (they hated each other)

Big on going to parties but can't handle alcohol so instead of getting drunk he goes back to his dorm and falls asleep at like 11pm

Aphelios

Computer science major with a minor in graphic design

Does digital art and traditional art; enjoys taking studio art classes when his schedule isn't full

Occasionally does game design and similar coding projects

In the orchestra and plays the violin!

Enjoys physically making things every once in a while - jewelry, paintings, etc. and often doodles in a sketchbook absentmindedly

Sometimes publishes his art and poetry in a student magazine under a pseudonym

Kayn

Political science or government major with a minor in studio art

Spends a lot of time in the woodworking/metalworking studios, partially for art classes and partially because he just likes hands-on projects

Plays electric guitar and was part of a student band for a while (the one he got kicked out of)

Likes parkour and rock climbing, regularly shows off his ability to climb up things that he definitely should not be climbing on

Member of a fraternity (but it's the kind that throws a bunch of parties and probably has illegal drugs)

Goes out to party every weekend and doesn't wake up until 1pm the next day

Skateboards everywhere and knows a bunch of cool tricks

Alune

Film production major with a minor in biology

Part of a fashion design club and does photoshoots for/with them

Does a capella and loves performing! Does musical theater every once in a while

Active in political causes on campus

Works as a barista in one of the campus cafés

Likes to roller skate around

i have a couple combined/group headcanons that i'll post tomorrow if i have time :3 this AU has grabbed me and is currently shaking me by the shoulders and won't let go

[birchtreecat]

Now that I’ve revealed the entirety of Live/Dreams, here’s some fun facts :3!

General group-

They hope to perform on a stage one day. It doesn’t have to be big, or shiny, but they want to share their music, their hopes and dreams to the crowd.

everyone goes to Miya girls except kichi lmao

Their sekai is named the VENUE sekai, and is based off of the first concert I ever went to.

AKI MITSUKI-

Is the youngest of the group, yet was the one to bring everyone together

Has a divorced household!! Despite this, she loves going to her dad’s house and helps him with woodworking projects! They have built many a cat tree and birdhouse for their neighbors together :)

Is left handed :3!!!

Is the drummer and technician for Live/Dreams, and has a lower alto voice that is LOUUD!!!!

Has no idea what she’s doing and is quite literally just existing. adulthood??? in a year??? nuuh!!!!

NOZOMI ACHI-

was one of the last characters to get a full personality

BIG fall girl she ADORES the colors

Painter!! HUGE painter!!!!

Lives with her aunt/uncle. Her parents… weren’t the best let’s say!!!

has clung onto Aki’s parents like a magnet and never intends to let go

thought aki was annoying at first and wanted to be left alone. too bad aki didn’t pick up on that because they are now bestiesss (and maybe more :3!!)

Is the Omnichord/keyboardist of the group and has a midrange soprano voice :3

KICHI ENOMOTO-

still doesn’t have a fully written personality, and is a half baked concept that can and will be pulled out my ass if asked to roleplay with him.

Silliest out of all of them the only one to rival his whimsy once he gets comfortable is Kojika. they do dumb shit together when nobody else is in the sekai!

Kichi is a tenor purely because I voice all these characters myself as of now and I cannot bass. sighs in afab.

Is the guitarist/general instrument kid. You hand him almost any instrument and that boy will play it butter smooth

KOJIKA HAYASHI-

despite being the oldest in the group, is the shortest at 4’11!!

has a very large range that spans both alto/soprano, PROUD choir and theater kid!

giant mmj fan #2 !!!!

Originally was written to be ftm, she/he/they/it pronouns. Scrapped because I was STRUGGLING writing her and had a hard time keeping track of my system. I’m a lot better writing with multiple pronouns now; it’s just that Kojika is a very femme person as of now :)

Knows Tagalog. Can and will cuss people out in it bc who in Japan knows Tagalog nobody is gonna cuss her back!!!!

HYPER. BOUNCES OFF THE WALLS. she is a GREMLIN of a soul who is FERAL and WILL fight you for her favourite fictional himbo. That is HER MALEWIFE, not YOURS!

Bassist + Ukulele kid :3

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Christmas Tree Farm

pairing: the stable girl universe!joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

rating: E (18+ only, just a bunch of happy fluff with a very smutty ending, shower sex, unprotected piv, fingering, dirty talk, return of the creampie)

word count: 4.2k

8 Days of Christmas Masterlist

It was hard to feel normal about anything in this world, even for those lucky enough to find themselves in Jackson. Christmastime hadn’t been any different, the children that had been born during the outbreak growing up without any of the old beloved traditions that you and Joel had the privilege of growing up with. So, to add a bit of nostalgia and tradition back into the town, Joel created a little Christmas Tree Farm with (admittedly) unimpressive pines he, Ellie, and Tommy had chopped down and dragged back into camp. This way, people could feel a little bit more normal and less like they were simply surviving.

“My lumberjack,” you greeted Joel as he chopped at log after log of wood with an axe, his head turning to greet you with a smile as soon as he heard you. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand before setting his axe down, his smile growing as he spotted the thermos and brown lunch bag in your hand. “Brought you something to warm you up.”

“If that’s what you were aimin’ to do, all you had to do was bring yourself, darlin.” Joel walked to you, kissing you sweetly. You chuckled against his lips and lightly pushed him back as his kisses began to travel down your neck.

“There are kids around,” you lovingly scolded with a blush, handing him his coffee and lunch bag to occupy his eager hands. Joel frowned and gave you his best puppy dog eyes in response. “You can wait until you get home.”

“Says you,” he rolled his eyes and gave you a half-smirk. “At least stay and have lunch with me.”

“Ellie’s at home watching the twins,” you tried to reason but he shook his head at you.

“Nope, you’re stayin’. It’s settled.” You laughed as Joel stepped behind you and gently pushed your back to make you walk forward into his workshop. Leaning in, Joel tickled the back of your neck with his beard, pressing his ice cold lips to your skin to just feel it pimple. “You smell good. Like cinnamon.”

“I was making snickerdoodles and gingerbread dough with the twins and Ellie.” Joel set his coffee and lunch bag down on a table littered with sawdust and wood scraps before turning you around to face him, his hands clasping at the small of your back. He smiled at you, clearly in a very affectionate mood.

“I ain’t got any customers right now,” he noted as he looked through the window, the yard filled with pine trees and Joel’s woodworking projects empty. “We could have a little fun.”

“Joel Miller,” you gasped and playfully swatted his chest through his jacket and flannels, Joel squeezing you closer in response. “What’s with you and wanting to fuck me in every public space you can think of?”

“What’s with you lookin’ so damn good all the time?” he countered, your eyes rolling as you let out a chuckle at his persistence. “C’mon, baby. Just a quickie.”

“When you get home,” you promised, earning another small pout before he gave up his sinful quest. “Now, eat. You’re gonna need your energy for later on.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked at you as he sat down on the bench, pulling you onto his lap before opening his lunch bag and digging in.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Lulu, you need to listen to Aunt Ellie,” you gently corrected your daughter’s eager hands as she reached for the gingerbread dough while Ellie was rolling it out, her fingers almost getting crushed by the wooden rolling pin Joel made you last Christmas.

“Sorry, mama. Sorry, Auntie Ellie,” Luna apologized in a soft voice, her timid nature shining through.

“It’s okay, baby. We just don’t want you to get hurt.” You watched as Ellie set down the rolling pin and lifted Luna into the counter so that they could start pressing the cookie cutters into the dough. “El, I’m gonna go check on Luke and Vivi. They’re being worryingly quiet.”

“My money’s on at least one broken window!”

You searched the living room for your four-year old son who was supposed to be playing with his older cousin, the two nowhere to be found. You sighed as you started the routine search for your troublemaker of a son downstairs before heading up to his bedroom, his coat and snow boots missing. Breathing in a breath of patience, you jogged downstairs to search for him outside but before you could reach the door, Joel was carrying him in like he was a package. Luke giggled as he was tucked under one of his father’s strong arms, Joel’s head shaking as he closed the front door behind Vivienne.

“Vivi, I told you—no playing outside unless you ask me first.” You scolded while Joel set his son down on his feet and helped him take his coat and boots off.

“Why are you yelling at me?” The eleven year old asked, the picture of her mother as she crossed her arms over her chest. You looked to Joel for help, but he was preoccupied with taking his own boots off.

“Because you’re older and you should know better.” You watched as Lucas bolted like a ball of never ending energy into the living room, Joel sighing as he finally joined the argument.

“V, Ellie’s gonna walk you home. I’m sure your parents are missin’ ya.” Joel ruffled her hair as he walked her further into the living room, your feet padding into the kitchen.

“Hey, could you possibly walk Vivi home?” You asked Ellie as her and Luna finished the cutting the final cookie.

“Yeah, I gotta go see Dina anyways.” She walked over to the sink and washed her hands while you scooped your daughter up and sat her on your hip. “She did most of ‘em herself.”

“Did you, now?” You smiled at her shy blush, her head nodding. “I think they’re gorgeous. Your daddy’s gonna think so, too, I bet.”

“Incoming!” Joel flew his son into the room like he was an airplane, Lucas giggling uncontrollably as he “crash landed” right into you. “Oh, what do we have here?”

“Lulu helped cut out some cookies.” Joel lit up for his daughter, acting as though she’d just painted the Mona Lisa.

“I’m so proud of you, baby girl.” Joel leaned over and kissed her temple before setting Lucas down. “Alright, y’all. Say bye to cousin Vivi.”

“Bye Vivi!” Luna and Lucas waved from across the room at their cousin as Ellie walked her out the back door, both you and Joel sighing in relief.

“I love having her over but, lord, she’s so much like her parents. It’s hard to try and tell her anything,” you lamented with a shake of your head, setting Luna down and smiling as you watched her run straight to her father and demand to be picked up, Joel obliging. You reached over, combing her wild hair out of her face. “Alright, how about I put these cookies in the oven while your daddy takes you both upstairs for bath time?”

“Okay.” Luna agreed sweetly.

“No!” Lucas protested with a stomp of his foot.

“Lucas Miller, I suggest you change your tone when you’re talkin’ to your mama.” Joel corrected his son’s tantrum with a strong voice and a stern glare.

“But I don’t wanna take a bath…” he pouted in a softer tone, his arm wrapping around your leg to show you a bit of gentleness.

“You went outside today, Luke. You need a bath.” You pet his dark hair back as he leaned his head against your thigh. “Go take a bath and I’ll let you have the first cookie, okay?”

He nodded, a smile growing on his face at the compromise.

“Alright, then,” Joel chuckled, giving you an impressed look. “I was just gonna turn into an a-s-s-hole and hoped that fixed it, but bribery works.”

You laughed and shook your head at him, leaning in to give him a kiss, your children “ew”-ing in unison at the sight.

“Alright,” Joel pulled away with another laugh, winking at you as he scooped up his son and sat him on his other hip, carrying the two upstairs to the bath while you slid the trays of gingerbread into the oven and set the timer for eight minutes.

You tidied up the kitchen, the explosion of flour and cookie dough, along with veggie scraps from the soup you had whipped up for dinner covering your counters and floor. After a quick sweep and a thorough wipe down of all your counters and sink, the bell on the timer started to ring, signaling the completion of your cookies in the oven.

As if on cue, your children came barreling into the room dressed in their pajamas, their hair damp as they evaded their father’s grasp.

“Come back here, little monsters,” he put on a funny voice for them, chasing them around the living and dining room to simultaneously distract them from the kitchen and tire them out before bed.

You quickly transferred a few of the gingerbread to a cooling rack, just one for each of you to decorate, while the remaining twenty rested on the baking sheet.

“You ready for us, mama?” Joel asked after about five minutes of playtime, clearly winded and ready for a break. You chuckled and walked over to him, cupping his face.

“I love you,” you reminded sweetly, consumed by how good of a man, father, and partner he was.

“I can’t wait to see just how much when I get you alone later.” He winked at you before whistling for his children, calling them into the dining room and sitting them down in their seats. “Alright, mama’s gonna bring the cookies and icing over.”

“I get the first one!” Lucas declared proudly, Joel chuckling as he sat down between his children.

“Yeah, yeah. We know.”

“Alright, here you go Luke,” you set down his cookie first before giving one to Luna and Joel.

“You ain’t gonna make one, baby?” Joel asked, calling you over to sit on his lap. You half-obliged, leaning against his chair with his arms hugged around your hips.

“We can share,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead before helping your kids with their icing bags, Joel splitting his focus between his own masterpiece and his son’s. “Good job, Lulu.”

“Can I eat it now?” She asked, only having drawn a simple ace on her gingerbread man while Joel and Lucas went to town on theirs.

You giggled and shrugged at her. “If you want, baby. It’s your cookie.”

“Okay, I’m gonna eat it then.” She grinned at you before placing her cookie headfirst into her mouth and biting the gingerbread man’s head clean off.

“Oh my goodness, your dad was right. You are a little monster.” You tickled her stomach as she chewed her cookie, her giggles making your heart swell.

“Alright, you two,” Joel tapped your hip to call your attention to his and Lucas’ cookies. Both you and Luna exchanged a look, not impressed by their Jackson Pollock-esque icing work. “Y’all are just jealous. Ain’t they, Luke?”

“Jealous!” he agreed passionately before taking a bite out of his cookie and humming at the amount of sugar he’d drenched it in. “It’s good, mama.”

“Oh, I bet.” You laughed and gave him a sarcastic head nod and thumbs up, earning a laugh from Joel, the sound warming your soul.

It was an hour or so later that you and Joel sat with your children curled up in your laps on the couch, Joel’s voice deep and soft from exhaustion as he read “Charlotte’s Web” out loud.

“When he recovered from his emotion, he spoke again. ‘Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’,” Joel read from the book, Lucas nearing sleep but Luna still captured by the story. You felt yourself start to ache for him, between his softness with your children and the deep rasp paired with his accent. “‘You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.’”

“Daddy,” Luna croaked, voice weak with exhaustion.

“Yeah, baby girl?” He asked, flickering his eyes to you and curling his lips up into a small smile.

“I’m sleepy, so can you stop reading?” Both of you chuckled at her politeness, your lips pressing against the crown of her head as Joel shut the book closed.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He stood up with Lucas, grunting as Luna latched onto his other side, both kids in his arms resting their heads on his shoulders. “Say goodnight to mama.”

“Night mama,” Luna blew you a kiss while her brother remained fast asleep. You stood up and kissed both of their foreheads before they headed upstairs.

You walked to the kitchen to heat up some milk for a bedtime hot chocolate, the pot taking longer than you’d hoped to start boiling. Joel’s hands found your hips as you stood at the stove, his lips pressing against the back of your neck and trailing down your shoulder and back up again, leaving chills in it’s path.

“Finally got you alone,” he husked against the shell of your ear, his lips pecking the sensitive spot behind it.

“I was gonna make some hot chocolate for us but it’s taking too long,” you sighed, turning in his arms and hugging his waist. Joel leaned in to kiss you as though he hadn’t heard what you said, his lips moving slow and sure, no signs of any rushing on his part.

“A hot chocolate sounds nice. We can sit out front with ‘em.” His breath fanned over your lips and a whimper escaped yours, your center aching for him while he was perfectly content on taking tonight slow. “Baby, I’m not letting you go to bed without making you feel good. You ain’t gotta worry about that. I just wanna enjoy some alone time with you beforehand is all.”

“Only if you promise to sing me a song,” you bargained with a smile, Joel’s breathy chuckle puffing against your face.

“Sure thing, darlin’. What song?”

“Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas,” you responded quickly, earning an eyebrow raise of curiosity. “I’ve loved that song since I was a little girl, and also I just think you’d sound good singing it.”

“Alright, baby. Whatever you ask me to do, you know I’ll do it. I’m weak when it comes to you.” He pecked your cheek before leaving you to your task while he grabbed some blankets and his guitar, carrying them out front to the porch.

It was about ten minutes later that you came out to join him, carrying a mug of hot chocolate in each hand. Joel was sat on his rocking chair, a blanket on his lap as he strummed mindlessly, the soft melody bringing a smile to your face.

“Sounds so pretty,” you complimented as you set the mugs down on the side table he’d built. Joel beamed at you, not saying anything because his eyes said enough. He couldn’t have looked more in love or at peace. “How old were you when you learned to play?”

“Young, middle school, I think.” He spoke over his strumming as you sat down in the rocking chair he’d made just for you, tugging on your own blanket before holding your mug in your hands to help warm you up. “I tried showin’ Luke a couple nights ago, but he’d rather die than sit in one spot for five minutes.”

“Well, that’s the product of our love,” you shook your head with a chuckle, Joel laughing along before sipping his drink, letting out a hum at the taste.

“This is delicious, baby. Thank you.” You reached over and swiped the whipped cream off his lip with your thumb, sucking it clean. Joel let out a dark chuckle and shook his head, looking at you like you were a temptress and he was about to willingly give his honor away just to have a taste of you. “Tease.”

“How about that song, cowboy?” You pinched his knee and he let out another breathy laugh, his fingers starting to strum the guitar again.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas,” Joel started, his deep, southern singing voice literally music to your ears. You wanted to sit on his lap, hold him close, kiss every inch of him you could reach, but his guitar stood in the way. You resigned to loving him from a few feet away, your feet helping your chair rock back and forth as you slipped on your hot chocolate and simply basked in his voice. “Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us gather near to us once more.”

“Wish you’d gather near to me,” you mumbled under your breath, or so you thought. Joel let out a boisterous laugh and stopped his playing, setting his guitar down before patting his lap.

“Get on over here,” he demanded through a chuckle and you happily obliged, carrying your blanket and cup of hot chocolate with you as you sat down in his lap, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close as he rocked you back and forth. Joel nuzzled his cold nose against your cheek, bringing a grin to your face as his mustache tickled your skin. “I’ll never get tired of this, darlin’.”

“Me either,” you turned your head, your nose bumping his as the two of you pressed your foreheads together. “Kiss me, Miller.”

“Where?” He asked with a mischievous smirk, earning a playful swat to his chest.

“Wherever you want,” you purred.

“You just keep gettin’ better.” Without warning, Joel scooped you up bridal style, impressing you with his strength as he walked you inside the house, shedding the blanket you were still wearing. A giggle escaped your lips and Joel hushed you with a kiss, smiling against you as he carried you up the stairs to the bathroom. “You gotta be quiet, baby. We’ve got two little monsters we don’t wanna wake up.”

“Yes, sir.” You mock-saluted him, earning a half-smile and an eye roll as he set you down onto the floor, closing the bathroom door behind him and locking it. His hands held your hips, pressing you against the sink counter as he kissed you deeply, thoroughly, building that aching desire back up from earlier.

“Get undressed for me while I let the water heat up,” he ordered with one last peck to your lips.

“So bossy tonight,” you teased as you stripped down to nothing, Joel’s grin going unseen by you as he bent down to turn the water on.

While you were at the sink, you tied your hair up, determined to not have to deal with the daunting task of washing and drying it. Joel took this opportunity to snake his arms around your waist, kissing over your shoulders and back as you watched him in the mirror. When he resurfaced, he hazel eyes were dark with lust, his hands traveling up to cup the weight of your breasts.

“You just get to walk around lookin’ like this,” he husked as he continued to palm your mounds, his thumb brushing back and forth over your slowly pebbling nipples. “What’s that like? Knowin’ you’re the most stunning thing to walk this earth.”

“Such a line,” you meant to speak teasingly, but the feeling of his fingers tweaking your nipples as he pressed his still-clothed cock against the crease of your ass made you ditsy with desire, your words coming out as a whimper. Spinning around in his arms, you shucked his jacket off his shoulders. “Your turn to strip.”

“Guess that’s fair,” he smirked and peeled his three layers of sweaters off at once, his stomach flexing as he raised the fabric over his head. You reached out to touch your palms to the thoroughly scarred expanse of his stomach and chest, relishing in the feeling of his warm skin against yours. Joel placed both hands on your face and backed you against the vanity counter, kissing the breath out of your lungs. You hummed against him as you undid his belt and jeans, trying and failing to shuck them down his hips. “Hop in the shower, I’m right behind ya.”

You nodded and made a few quick steps to the shower while Joel quickly peeled his jeans and underwear off, leaving them in a pile on the floor as he stepped in behind you. His arms hugged you close as you faced towards the stream of hot water, Joel’s bearded cheek resting against your shoulder blade.

“I’ve been thinkin’ bout this all day,” he confessed in a rasp, his kisses trailing from one shoulder blade over to the other. You could feel him hardening behind you, his cock resting against your lower back. You hummed, tossing your head back to rest against his chest as his lips traveled up your neck to the side of your face, pecking every inch of skin he could find until you were grinning from ear to ear. “You wanna get clean before we get dirty, or get dirt before we get clean?”

You chuckled, turning in his arms to cradle his face. “Whatever get you inside of me quicker.”

Joel grinned as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours and walking you backwards until your back hit the cold wall of the shower. You gasped at the chill on your skin but his body pressing into yours quickly made up for it. One hand slipped from your side to the patch of hair between your legs, running his fingertips over it as he sought out your heat. When his fingertips finally reached your clit and started to rub pressured circles against it, your body relaxed, your head tipping back against the wall. Joel took the opportunity to suck a mark onto your skin—the joys of being settled down.

“Fuck, I need you,” you moaned, reaching down to pump his throbbingly erect cock. Joel hissed but bucked his hips into your fist, both overwhelmed and desperate for more simultaneously.

“I dont think this is gonna be one of the more impressive times, darlin’,” he chuckled, already near his release. “Too worked up.”

“I don’t care,” you assured, spinning around so that your chest was pressed against the wall and your ass was sticking out. “I know you’ll make me feel good, regardless.”

“Damn right,” he boasted as he ran his fingertips from your clit to your entrance, dipping inside in shallow thrusts until he was curling them against your favorite spot.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Gonna eat your pussy until you’re shakin’ once we get into bed,” he promised, his voice a deep rasp as he continued his attack, your thighs already shaking from his skilled fingers. “Fuck, you’re drippin’…you ready for me? Want me inside you, sweet thing?”

“Fuck yes,” you breathed out, shimmying your ass for him. Joel chuckled and nodded against you as he kissed your spine, his fingers leaving you to grip his cock, a his leaving his lips as he put just the tip in.

“God damn,” he moaned before chuckling again, shocked by his own level of arousal. “Talkin’ ‘bout makin’ you shake…this sweet little pussy has me shakin’.”

“Joel, please…I want you so bad,” you whimpered, his voice and the words leaving his lips were driving you wild with desire. You were so ready for him you could cry over it, but as always, Joel took his time.

“Gotta ease in, baby,” he reminded, placing another kiss to your back. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I want you to,” you begged, turning your head so that you could look at him from over your shoulder. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

Joel growled at the demand and pressed in all the way to the hilt, an echoing moan filling the room as he looked directly into your eyes.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he warned as he snapped his hips brutally against the flesh of your ass, each stroke hitting something electrifying inside of you that had your brows furrowing. “That what you want? You want me to fill this pretty pussy up and then lick you clean? Huh? Answer me.” He swatted your ass, the sting mixing so well with the pleasure that you very nearly came.

“Again! Do it again,” you begged earnestly, completely lost in your bliss. Joel smacked his hand down onto your ass again, this time hard enough for him to see a mark in the shape of his hand on your flesh. “Yes! Yes, fuck! I’m cumming!” You mewled as your walls constricted around him, your orgasm washing over you warm and soft, nothing like the fucking Joel was giving you.

“Fuck!” He growled out loud as he stilled his hips, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed all the way inside of you, his cock throbbing as he spilled into you. He leaned his head forward to rest between your shoulder blades as he caught his breath, both of you content to stay like this the entire night. “God damn…almost passed out.”

“Me too,” you chuckled, standing upright as he willed himself to slip out of you, both of you hissing at the absence of each other’s warmth. “Let’s hurry up and get clean, the water’s already cold and I’m looking forward to that promise you made me.”

Joel chuckled and spun you around, slotting his lips with yours for a tender kiss.

“Anything you say, Mrs. Miller.”

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The Rogue and Gambit Project: Previously On X-Men... Rogue (Part 2)

Yeah... I can just tell this is going to be everyone's favorite entry of this project. ;)

As we move into the late-80s, everything gets just a little more complicated. There are now multiple X-Books going (thankfully, Rogue is just in Uncanny at this point), a ton of characters to service, and story lines that sprawl into big events. Rogue kind of... gets lost, a little, in the shuffle. But there are some notable things to point out -- and one big thing *coughmagnetocough* we're gonna have to address...

For the most part, during a majority of the run up until this point, Uncanny X-Men stood alone as the sole book to find the X-Men. Suddenly, there were a bunch more. New X-Men followed the younger kids. X-Factor brought back the original team. And now the books did big event crossovers! Which - has only made comics completely muddy sense! So, instead of picking out individual issues like episodes of televisions, I need to break this down a little more in chunks...

The Mutant Massacre (Uncanny X-Men 210-219)

Uncanny X-Men #213

This particular 'event' is something that is, unfortunately, going to come back later in a big way -- though for Gambit -- though that will have consequences for Rogue, too. But... we're a long way off from there. The quick summary is basically - a group of jerks called The Marauders decide to take out the Morlocks, a group of mutants who live in the sewers because they can't pass as 'normal' looking. And, of course, the X-Men need to stop them.

Rogue gets some decent panel time. But the biggest thing is that the X-Men are finally her home. Especially as the team begins to change in big ways, especially as she's a hero now, especially as she is more open about having a big heart, she takes being an X-Men seriously.

Uncanny X-Men #217

The other big thing going on is the changing team dynamics. A lot of the older faces have left the book. Storm is dealing with a loss of powers. Wolvie has his solo going on. Kitty and Nightcrawler have gone to the book Excalibur. The team feels like it's in constant flux (and will be until the somewhat reboot in the early 90s). Rogue is, thankfully, one of the constants. And because of this, we do get to see her more!

She doesn't necessarily get a ton of new character development. But she does get to have some interesting new dynamics. Psylocke is introduced! Dazzler and Longshot join the team! Havok crawls out of the woodwork to appear! And even Jubilee (though much later) makes an appearance - though Rogue has little to do with her.

The Fall of the Mutants (Uncanny X-Men 220-227)

Uncanny X-Men #222

The next 'event' is Fall of the Mutants. Through an uncanny (see what I did there) string of events, the X-Men end up in Dallas. The Adversary (a Strom villain, really) shows up and creates chaos in Dallas. In order to stop it, all of the X-Men 'die'. Except they don't - and are saved by someone called Roma (sigh, let's not get into /her/) and they can come back, but no one will know they are alive and no one will be able to see them in any kind of media. So.... basically, it's a way to keep the X-Men out of New York and away from X-Factor, because we can't have that happening too fast....

Again, not really a whole lot of single Rogue development, but she gets to do a lot of badass things, and she is on panel quite a bit.

The other thing to note is that their given a portal to go through - something called the Siege Perilous. I'm not going to pretend I fully understand what it is - but when you go through the portal, you get to be 'reset' (or you essentially die). I'm noting it now, because I'll become important later on.

Australia (Uncanny X-Men 228-238)

Uncanny X-Men #230

The X-Men end up down in Australia, hanging out there while having adventures for a while. Despite her basher attitude, Rogue becomes one of the softer members of the team. See - she's bringing a picnic to Gateway, the unspeaking Aboriginal mutant who is basically their transportation system. Ooff, comics.

This era is kind of setting up two things - Inferno (which we'll get to in a second) and The X-Tinction agenda. Rogue ends up getting a mini-arc here with Wolverine, where the two of them end up in Genosha -- an island where mutants are basically chained up and caged. Unfortunately, it's implied that Rogue got a little ruffed up during her stay, thought at least Claremont (I think it was him) came out and said that she was not sexually assaulted here. Ooff, comics again. But Uncanny X-Men 235-238 has some great Rogue (and Wolverine) in it. Because of this, though, the Carol Danvers Psyche kinda takes over for a while, and Rogue becomes buried.

Inferno (Uncanny X-Men 239-243)

Uncanny X-Men #240

I need to take a second and talk about how during a lot of this run Dazzler and Rogue remain at odds with each other. Part of it has to do with their past, but part of it is over... Longshot. Ooff, girl needs to have a real romantic interest and fast... ;) Also, can we take a second to appreciate how 80s that outfit is?

Uncanny X-Men #242

Out of all the late 80s events, Inferno is my favorite. It's the batshit crazy tale of an ex-wife who wants to get revenge on her ex-husband, who left her for his dead girlfriend, and decides to take down an entire city by making a deal with a demon, while using her own child as a hostage. It's bonkers. But we're not here to discuss the many loves of Scott Summers ;)

Honestly, Rogue doesn't do a whole lot in this one. She gets to knock some people out. She gets knocked out. And... that's about it. Still a great read though.

Through the Siege Perilous (Uncanny X-Men 244-247)

Uncanny X-Men #246

Rogue doesn't really get to last long in a post-Inferno world. She gets to waffle a little between Carol and her own psyche. This practically gets me because the entire time she's been around so far she only has kissed to steal people's powers. Never a kiss for love. And it's a shame they were going to kill her off without letting her get one.

Uncanny X-Men #247

During a fight with Master Mold, Rogue gets tied up and sucked into the Siege Perilous, where she essential dies. And that's it! That's her story. The end...

Kinda sucky, right? Not exactly a satisfying way to end her.

Well... an entire year is going to go by in the real world before she gets to come back...

Before get to her return, though, I would like to say this. There are a ton of great panels and moments that I didn't document for this project. I really do recommend, if you have the time and means, going through and reading all of Claremont's original run. There are some really fantastic stories - that hold up relatively well all things considered. And while the Rogue development is slightly stagnant, our girl gets some truly wonderful things to do. It's definitely a full on recommendation from me.

The Savage Land (Uncanny X-Men #269, 274-275)

Rogue Pre- and Post-Siege Perilous

Alright, so let's talk about what happened in that year. The X-Office was beginning to change. Chris Claremont was beginning to near the end of his iconic run. The 80s faded into the 90s. Artist (and infamous) Jim Lee was taking over the book. The style changed - and everyone got to be a bit more sexified. The line up became really messy as there was a new X-Men team nearly every issue. And a rather handsome thief from New Orleans made his debut. (But we aren't going to talk about that yet ;))

Uncanny X-Men #269

Rogue returned through the Siege Perilous buck naked (seriously) and clean slated. All the voices in her head were gone, all her extra powers were erased, and, some would say, she got a new personality.

She was still sassy and brassy but now we got to add demure sexpot into the mix, who wears skimpy clothing even though she still can't touch anyone. And -- this is somewhat a set up for what happens next.

But first... some context. After Rogue makes it back from the Siege Perilous (and after some stuff with the Shadow King) the Carol Psyche was ripped from her own and two bodies emerged out. The not real Carol attacked Rogue and Rogue made her escape through Gateway, and ended up -- not in Genosha where the rest of the X-Men were dealing with the X-Tinction Agenda crossover (Rogue gets to sit that one out) nor out in space where the X-Men will land next, but in the Savage Land.

And you know who's waiting down there to help her out?

Y'all knew this was coming guys...

Magneto.

Buckle in, kids, we're about to talk about Rogneto.

Uncanny X-Men #274

Fun fact: This is the first issue where Rogue and Gambit are in the same issue. However, Remy is out in space while Rogue is suck in Antarctica with Magneto. And, look guys, none of this is that bad...

When Rogue first arrives down in the Savage Land, she is pursued by the clone/body/psyche of Carol, who is trying to kill her. Magneto stops Carol and outright kills her. He also kinda kills other people, too. Great start for this romance, right?

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Uncanny X-Men #274

Anyway, he supposedly helps her heal (and eventually she'll get her Carol powers back - but at least not with the added Carol personality.) And apparently there's some kind of spark? I mean, honestly, to me it looks like he's hurting her, but their both mostly naked so this is hot, right?

Unfortunately, while this "spark" isn't anything compared to the raging fire that's about to happen in a few issues, it's going to have an effect that won't fully be put out until a bazillion years later in X-Men Legacy. And, well, this is a part of her story.

Uncanny X-Men #274

There's really not much that happens in this issue other than these panels that I'm showing you. We get a lot of inner monologue from Erik, but really nothing to show what Rogue is feeling. I realize there's a kind of grooming aspect you could place on it here, but this all happens over days, and I barely think it's any time to make any sort of real connection good or bad? It's just kind of here... being awkward...

And you know, admittedly, that bottom right panel is very pretty. That's probably the nicest thing I'll say about something Rogneto related.

Uncanny X-Men #275

For anyone who wanted Rogue with a naked Magneto, here ya go! ;)

Uncanny X-Men #275

There is a whole plot that I've been kind of ignoring - about Zaladane and her bonkers plan to take over the Savage Land. No need to worry - Magneto is going to murder her, too. And thus we get to see the biggest issue with Rogue and Magneto. They honestly have nothing in common. Sure - Rogue was a villain for a short time, and I could (maybe?) buy it back then, but all of this feels like they wanted to give Magneto a hot chick to hang off him for a few issues. Their ideologies are just too different for this to ever make any real sense.

And if that's your thing? Sure go for it - I'll never tell anyone who or what to ship. But it does nothing for me. (Sorry :/)

Uncanny X-Men #275

And this is where it ends. Really guys, I showed you all the big hits, there's nothing, really, that happens with Rogneto during this except the alleged 'spark'. Oh, and the fact that Magneto was fine letting Rogue die while he dealt with other things. Romance for the ages guys.

Magneto is going to go back to being a villain. And Rogue is going to make her way to Muir Island, where her life is about to really, really change.... ;)

But first, let's talk about Gambit...

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With the holiday season approaching I thought I would put out this quick gifting PSA:

Do not, under ANY* circumstances, give any of the women, mothers, or wives in your family appliances, household goods, or things for the family/kids.

It is rude, dismissive, and sexist.

Gifts for birthdays and holidays are supposed to be about the person receiving them: giving a woman one of the above gifts sends the message, intentional or otherwise, that you do not view them as a person beyond whatever role they have in the family (homemaker/wife/mother).

Objectively, this also applies to any man, fathers, or husbands, but honestly I have never seen that happen to them.

I've seen plenty of wives and mothers be given new can openers or toys for their kids, but I've never seen a husband or dad be gifted a diaper bag or toaster.

Additionally, if you are going to buy makeup or beauty supplies of any kind for the women in your lives, for the Love of All that is Good and Holy (and to save you time, effort, and stress) bring the item with you**. The lipstick she likes? Bring the one she has with you. Her favorite shampoo? Take a picture or bring the empty bottle with you; don't worry about looking weird for carrying around trash or half open items from home, employees see it all the time. Trust me.

(*The only exception is if she looks you Directly in the eye and Explicitly says 'I would like [specific appliance/child care item] for the holiday i.e. playpen or new washer)

(**it's just like going to the hardware store: if you need a specific size screw, fixture, filter, or whatever, it is so SO much easier to bring the item you're replacing or need with you. It means you don't have to try to remember or describe to a helpful employee what you need.)

Oh! And one final note before I leave you: if you have any artist or crafters or hobbyists in your life (knitting, crochet, embroidery, beadwork, painting, woodworking, etc) do not just buy them something related to their hobby. Unless it is someone very new to the hobby who is just learning the ropes, I guarantee they have specific brands or tools or such that they use or need or want. And because many arts, crafts, and hobby things can be a bit pricey, it is safer and more efficient all around to either ask them very specifically about anything they want or need, take them with you, or simply get them a gift card to the store they prefer.

[brought to you by someone who has both A) Bought my mother some very nice and interesting yarn which she has never used because I only got her one skain and B) been gifted art supplies that I do not know how to use (pastels), already have plenty of (beading thread), and are completely wrong/useless for my needs (random selection of embroidery floss that is very pretty, but nothing I need for the current projects I have). Yes it is very nice that you are trying to do something for the artistic person in your life, and they will appreciate it because it is a gift and thoughtful, but if you want them to actually get use out of their gift, you're going to have to be a bit more strategic.]