#aaaaaand pencil cases

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Okay okay bdhsjdjjs i have some tea to spill

So there's this guy in my class(let's name him Luke) who sits like right in front of me during exams cause he's like roll no. 34 and I'm 35 and like we have a total of 4 exams in 12th grade. And like exam no. 1 was the first time I'd noticed him- only bc he was right in front of me(i normally didn't really pay attention to the people in my class like i had absolutely no idea who was who) and i saw his face and for a millisec I'm like OOO but then i went back to panic mode cause it was the ✨math✨exam. Sooo like all thru the course of the exam we helped each other out with the answers, and like the man used to go out of his way to show me hua answer sheet if i was ever stuck and he NEVER complained if i told him to yk shift his sheet a bit so i could see. I carried loose stationary to the exam Hall cause we were only allowed to bring transparent pencil cases or none at all and i was too lazy to buy a transparent pencil case. So bc of this my pens would often slip off the table and e used to always ALWAYS pick them up even if he knew i could bend down and pick them up myself😭 and like if i ever called out to the invigilator to ask for an extra writing sheet and they didn't hear me he would always save me the embarrassment and call out to the invigilator himself and be like "maam/sir she's calling out to you" And point towards me. IF THIS ISN'T GREEN FLAG BEHAVIOR WHAT IS. and during normal days of school I'd notice that he didn't talk to a lot of people like he was the quiet one in his group. This one day i sat beside him cause there were no other seats left and the guy infront of me kept bugging me and at some point he stole my necklace and pulled my shoe off my foot and Luke(beside me) told him to cut it out and took my shoe away from the bully and gave it back to me😭 and id notice him stealing glances and like shift his seat to get closer to where I'm sitting and all of this continued on. Soo i never had a CRUSH crush on him but it was something along the lines of "i like the way he talks to people and i wanna talk to him, get to know him because he's so nice it makes me dnjejske" Like let's be serious how many men like him are really left in this world soo one day before the start of exam no. 4(the last one) i sent him a message and mind you i only sent it because i knew i was never gonna see him again after the end of exam no. 4 cause we're in grade 12 . I wouldn't have sent it otherwise because as i said these aren't FEEELINGS i have for him it's just a tiny crush. Above all i wanted him to know that he's such a great person cause why not. This is how the message went-"So, i just wanted you to know that you're such a good person, and the way you talk to people is so...polite and it's very endearing to see that someone as respectful as you exists. I don't know you, i dont know anything about you, but strangely, i have come to kind of like you, just a little bit. Even though I'm not at all sure about my feelings, i chose to tell you about it because I'll never ever see you again now, and I just wanted to give myself the closure. Again, my feelings are not serious; it's something i can't explain, but i just like talking to you somehow, even though i haven't really talked to you before. Now i know you don't like me back, so I'm so sorry if this made you uncomfortable. If you want to be friends, I respect that, and if you don't want to talk to me, then so be it. Again, thank you for being such a good human being ^_^"

Aaaaaand he left it on seen. What happened after that was basically nuts. The very next day he pretended like i didn't exist. And the days after that he's been acting completely normal- asking me for help during the exam, picking up my pens, calling out to the invigilator yada yada and I also still notice him stealing glances at me every so often.

I have a theory tho- he has a friend who is friends with a friend group i used to be in. That friend group has shit talked me(complete lies about me) to my current friend group about me. So like Luke isn't friends with my past friend group but his friend is. Maybe they told him something about me that isn't true and he told that to Luke...? I HAVE NO IDEA

But like there's this very good friend of mine whos also an xy chromosome and he offered to talk to Luke because he's also an xy chromosome. I'll update you when he does talk to him THANKS FOR READINF THIS LMFAO LOVE YOU

That's a whole lot of tea omg hshsh but I loved reading it so much like that's a whole fanfic plot right there hello???

LUKE NEEDS TO GET HIS SHIT STRAIGHT BECAUSE WHAT, personally I liked him a lot until you described how he left you on read and basically ghosted you for a day like that's 🤨, he should be able to form his own opinions by getting to know you and not by listening to what others have to say about you. like your message was so cute and he had the audacity??(I'm sorry I just hate men like that in general, not just luke😞)

BUT, I'm praying for you babes, I'm hoping he realises you're a catch and somebody smacks him upside the head to bring him back to his senses fr fr. Keep me updated tho🤓

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To Sail Beyond the Sunset ft. Sidney Crosby | Prologue

A/N: Aaaaaand here we go again!  Thank you so much for the positive feedback on my Nate story; I hope you enjoy this one just as much!  Let me know what you think!

TW: slight mentions of body issues/unrealistic body expectations; unhealthy eating habits.

Everyone always said that ballet came as naturally to June Brooks as hockey did to Sidney Crosby, but both knew people were wrong.  Sure, a natural gift was part of it, as was talent, but Sidney and June knew it took a lot more than that.  It took ambition.  Perseverance.  Knowing when to push yourself.  Using your strengths and challenging your weaknesses so they weren’t weaknesses anymore.

Most of all, it took each other.

Sidney Crosby never forgot the day that June Brooks moved into a basement apartment down the street from his house.  He was four at the time, and it was probably one of his earliest memories.  He remembered riding his bike on the sidewalk as his mom walked behind him, and having to stop because a girl was drawing on the sidewalk with a big box of chalk.  She looked up at him as he came to a screeching halt.

1991.

“Who are you?” June asked the boy staring down at her from his bike.  He had similar colour hair and gaps in between his teeth just like her.

“I’m Sidney,” he answered, looking between the chalk flower and the girl.  “What’s your name?”

“I’m Juniper, but you can call me June.”

Sidney looked at the raised bungalow – one that looked similar to his house – and back at the girl again.  “Is this your house?”

“No.  Me and my mommy live in the basement,” she said.

“I shoot hockey pucks in my basement,” Sidney said, confused.  “You live in the basement?”

June nodded her head.  “What are pucks?”

“Siiiidneeeyyy!” he heard his mom call out from behind them.  He looked behind him to see her waving him down.  From the shadows on the sidewalk, he could see June waving back at her.  “Sid, who’s your friend?”

From that point onwards, Sidney and June became inseparable.  Inseparable.  Wherever one went, the other wasn’t too far behind.  They were in the same kindergarten class.  They were in the same lunch group.  They played together at recess.  They’d be at the same activity stations in their kindergarten room – painting, reading, toys – and always sat beside each other during circle time.  Sidney would glare at other kids who took June’s spot until they moved.  Sid helped June navigate how to use scissors.  June helped Sidney learn how to hold a pencil properly.  June taught Sid how to print forward-facing Ss when spelling his name.  Sid taught June how to print lower-case Es.

Their teachers noticed.  Their parents noticed.  Well, every parent noticed.  “There go Sid and June,” they’d say to each other as Sidney and June would hold hands for safety (at the behest of their teacher – every kindergartener had the buddy system, and of course June and Sid were buddies) as they exited the school doors until they saw Trina waiting to pick them up.

One day, Sidney thought it would be a great idea to invite June over on the weekend so they could play hockey.  He thought she’d love it.  She could shoot pucks into his dryer, just like he did.  He could teach her how to hold a stick and everything.  They could do it for hours.

1991.

“My mom will even make us grilled cheese sandwiches!” Sidney offered, trying to entice her to say yes.

“I can’t,” June was sad she had to say no.  She loved grilled cheese sandwiches.  “I have ballet.”

Sidney had to clue what ballet was.  His entire life was hockey, and he couldn’t fathom anybody doing anything else.  “What’s that?”

“It’s dancing,” June explained.  “We wear pink and put our hair in a bun and we dance to music!  One day we’ll be able to dance on our tippy-toes.”

It sounded a lot less fun than hockey, but if June liked it, Sidney knew there must be something to it.  But it still wasn’t hockey.

The pair got older and moved on to senior kindergarten.  They were still inseparable.  Trina would still come pick them up after school and they’d still eat grilled cheese sandwiches together.  Sidney saw more of Miss Hockley, June’s mom.  She scared him a little bit.  She wasn’t as nice as his mom.  She didn’t give a lot of hugs, not like his mom.  Miss Hockley’s eyes looked a lot meaner than his mom’s.  And she was always telling June what she couldn’t do because of ballet.  You can’t play hockey with Sidney.  You can’t go skating with Sidney.  You can’t go watch hockey at Sidney’s house because you have to practice your dance. You can’t keep eating all those grilled cheese sandwiches.  Nobody wants a fat ballerina.

***

Sidney Crosby touched down at Halifax International Airport after his latest playoff loss to the New York Islanders.  He was pissed off.  It was the New York fucking Islanders, for heaven’s sake.  Besides, it didn’t matter that he had three Stanley Cups; he was still hungry, still wanted to win at every opportunity.  When he didn’t accomplish that, it upset him.  Most people would say that he’d won everything there was to win, and they were right – but that didn’t matter.  He wanted to win more, to do it all over again, win three more Cups, a Conn Smythe, and two more Olympic golds.  Hell, he probably still had another Golden Goal in him.

Right?

Regardless of how he felt internally about being ousted in the playoffs much earlier than he liked, being back in Halifax brought him a type of solace only Halifax could bring.  The city, the people – he loved everything about it.  And regardless of how long he’d lived abroad for, Halifax was, and would always be considered, home.  

He checked through customs, with the officer spending a bit too long looking over his passport when he realized yes, this is the real Sidney Patrick Crosby standing there trying to get back into his home country.  The firearms question at least cracked him up this time: “Do you have any firearms with you, Mr. Crosby, besides that backhand?”  It was good to be home.  

Sidney drove straight to his house on Shubenacadie Grand Lake first, mostly to drop off his suitcases.  But then, he got right back in his car and drove back into the city, purposely missing the highway exit for Cole Harbour so he could go right into Halifax.  He took out the fob he knew was in his glove compartment and pressed the button to open the garage door.  He parked in his usual spot.  He used the fob again to gain access to the building, and rode the elevator all the way to the top floor.  

He knocked the only pattern he ever used.  He didn’t have to wait long for the door to open.

When he saw June on the other side, she had a shocked look on her face, like she wasn’t expecting him home so early.  She was wearing a black hoodie and her trusted Lululemon leggings, her big, obnoxiously furry slippers on her feet.  “Sid!” she screamed out.

“Hey Junebug,” he smiled, the sound of her voice so happy and surprised like music to his ears.

“You’re home early,” she commented as she reached around his shoulders for a hug.  He wrapped his arms around her tightly, not wanting to let go anytime soon.  She’d only been able to make it out to see him twice this year, when she usually came so much more.  But her work had gotten busier – many more promising students.  She’d had to stay back.  

“You know me.  I can’t stay out of Halifax for too long,” he said.

Sidney didn’t even need to ask to come in.  June had stepped back a few steps while they were hugging to bring him into the apartment, and he’d closed the door with his foot.  When they finally released their hug, he noticed that June was still smiling ear to ear.  “When did you get back?”

“Just now, actually.  I just dropped off my suitcases at the house and then came over here.”

“You want some hot chocolate?”

“It’s May, Junebug.”

“Has that ever stopped you before?” she quipped, making her way towards her kitchen.  “I’ll even make it with milk.  Or how about grilled cheese?”

Sidney couldn’t help but smile.  “I’d rather have grilled cheese than hot chocolate.”

June didn’t say another word.  She opened her fridge and grabbed the bread, butter, and cheese before putting everything on the counter and getting a frying pan out of a drawer.  Sidney walked towards the giant windows that looked out over Peace and Friendship Park, the Canadian Museum of Immigration at Pier 21, and the Halifax harbourfront.  He noticed that an old episode of Hell’s Kitchen was playing on TV.  Soon, he heard the sizzle of butter to hot pan, and the unmistakable smell of grilled cheese filling the room.  

He walked over to the kitchen, standing beside June.  “Smells delicious, as always.”

June smiled too.  “Still not as good as Trina’s, though,” she winked playfully.

Sidney smiled his infamous smile, feeling overwhelmed with warmth.  

He was home.

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Doesn't she love me anymore?

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it as much as I do!

Summary: Spencer's daughter starts to question why her mother left the small family early on

Warnings: Mentions/undertones of bullying, an absent parent and descreptions of the concequences for the child, So. Much. Angsty. Feelings.

Wordcount: 2.5k

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“Daddy?” Spencer turns around from the frying pan to look at his daughter. Against common belief, he is quite the cook. But this only started when he became a father, after he realized a child won’t be able to live off of a diet consisting of coffee and anxiety, just like he did at the time. “Yes, Sweetheart?”

She looks down to the piece of paper on the kitchen counter in front of her. “Why did Mommy leave us?”

The spatula falls to the ground. It’s a question the father did not expect on a Tuesday morning before school. “It’s because of me, isn’t it? She saw me the first time and didn’t want me anymore. It’s my fault Mommy left us, left you, just like Linda said.” Tears begin to stream down her face.

“No no no”, her father is quick to turn off the heat and walks around the island to hug his daughter. “None of this is your fault. I don’t know what this Linda said, but it is not true. Your mother had her own reasons to stay out of our lives, but it has nothing to do with you.”

This doesn’t calm her down. “What are her reasons? Why did she leave us? Why did leave me?” Frantically she tries to keep her sobs down in order to speak. Spencer never has seen her this upset.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you are in the right state to talk about it now? Why don’t we calm down and get something for breakfast on our way to school and talk about it after I pick you up this afternoon?” He suggests, hoping the thought of a cup of hot chocolate from their favorite bakery would help her.

(Y/N) looks up at him with bloodshot and glassy eyes. Snot runs down from her nose. Spencer is quick to get her a tissue and make her blow into it, cringing internally about all those germs. “Do you promise to tell me more after school?” Big eyes look up at him and the father hurts. It hurts him, because there are so many things in her future that will break her and all that because of her mother. He can’t shield her from all of it, as much as he wants to he isn’t able. Because there always will be people, people like this Linda, who will make the girl conscious of her absent mother.

“I promise”, he tells her and holds his little finger out for her. (Y/N) smiles while linking hers with his, knowing her father will keep this promise just like any other of his. “Good, and now pack up we got a bakery to visit!” Quickly the girl grabs the piece of paper in front of her only to shove it into her backpack.

A little later she sits at her desk and looks at her teacher expectantly, just like her fellow classmates. “Ok children, today we won’t work further on our addition and subtraction worksheets-” The teacher’s sentence is cut short by the eruption of cheerful shouts. Just (Y/N) looks at the multiplication sheet in front of her.

The teacher is quick to quiet the class again. “Instead we will continue our work on the mother’s card you started doing yesterday. Linda was so kind to tell me that you don’t have the chance to finish them at home, because your moms are there. That is why you do it here and your worksheets at home.”

With a frown on her face (Y/N) pulls out the blank piece of paper that made her feel bad ever since her teacher handed it out to her yesterday. While everybody around her chatters happily with other classmates, she just stares at the paper. It is a reminder of something she doesn’t have, something she lacks and will never get: A real mother. A hug from her mother. Not even the motherly reassurance one gets after a nightmare. Nothing.

“Hey orphan. Ya realizing your mom doesn’t love you and that’s why she left you?” Linda, someone (Y/N) later learns to call a Mean Girl, struts up to the younger one’s desk. A sigh leaves her lips before answering. “You do know for an orphan I need to have neither a mommy nor a daddy. And I do for a fact have a dad, a loving one actually.”

A more light than hard slap on the back of her head makes the girl’s body jolt. “I don’t care, but I know that your mom hates you enough just after looking at you to know she doesn’t want anything to do with you.” After that Linda goes back to her table, leaving (Y/N) feeling more miserable than before.

Some starring on the paper later her teacher passes her table. “Is there something you want to talk about, Sweetheart? You seem very sad.” That is an obvious fact. Finally the girl is able to lift her gaze. “Miss Ramirez, I don’t know what to do.” This is probably the first time ever she said this sentence in school.

“Mother’s day is in a few days, Sweetie, and this is why we all make these cards. It’s a thank you to your mom and a way to show her how much you love her. You love your mom, don’t you?” The shake of her head shocks the teacher. Immediately an alarming signal rings through her head, because this is a red flag. “Why? Did she do something?”

“Miss Ramirez, I don’t have a mommy. She- she left Daddy and me.” Tears fill (Y/N)’s eyes. Her teacher is quick to hug and sush her. “Oh Sweetie, this is not a bad thing. I’m sure your mom loves you very much, even if she is not there with you. Do you wanna go out for a bit to calm down?” Meanwhile she connects the obvious signs of a single dad in her mind. Missed parent teacher conferences, unnecessary hovering over the child and the tendency to be categorized as a helicopter parent. Yes, Dr. Reid ticks all of those boxes.

It’s the second time of the day that an adult asked (Y/N) to calm down, and frankly it doesn’t really help with the situation at hand. “Can I do my homework outside? It’s too loud in here”, she asks between sniffles. Both of them know that the class’ volume is not the real reason for the request. “Of course, Sweetheart. If you need something, just come in and ask me. Alright?” (Y/N) nods and gets her multiplication sheet and a pencil before leaving the classroom.

At the end of the school day, Spencer is there to pick up his daughter. For days like these, where are no cases, Hotch gave him a free pass on (Y/N)’s very first day at school to leave the office earlier to be able to pick her up himself. As a father and someone who works the same high demanding job as him, he knows that little things like these are often the most important. And even if there were a case today, Spencer would have stayed back. He promised his daughter the truth and this is what he is going to tell her.

“Hey Dr. Reid. Do you have a moment?” Her teacher greets him at the classroom door. Concerned about his child’s wellbeing he nods and follows her back out of the room. “I gave the children the assignment of creating a card for their mothers, because mother’s day is rolling around. Today (Y/N) told me her mother left you, is that right?” This is the moment Spencer connects the dots. This is the kick off that made her question her mother’s motives about leaving all of the sudden.

The young doctor clears his throat. “Uhm yes, that is right. Actually, I’m going to talk to her about it right after school on her demand.” Miss Ramirez nods with an understanding nod. “Thank you for your honesty, Dr. Reid. I also want to warn you, in two days we will hold a celebration in honor of mother’s day with the kids’ mothers. You are invited as a father, because this is a special situation. But I also give (Y/N) a free pass for this event. It can be very traumatic for her.”

The dad thanks her, but his thoughts are somewhere else. He is mad. He is mad for his daughter, because she will always be the one with a “special situation”. The odd one, because yeah, it isn’t uncommon for fathers to leave (which isn’t anything less sad and traumatic), but an absent mother hits differently.

But Spencer is also hurt. Hurt, because for her young age, there is already the word “traumatic” thrown around. No, it isn’t enough that her dad works a job with the risk of him not coming home from a case again, or being the target of an enemy. No, she also has to go through the experience of missing a parent, never knowing how her life would be if it wasn’t for someone like her mother.

Even with Spencer trying to fill that role, there will be a time where (Y/N) will ask herself all of the “what ifs”. He can’t stop it from happening, and that is his biggest pain right there. Because he can’t shield her from her own thoughts. At the age of six she already is a bright, brilliant and talented mind. Now in a few years or maybe just months, she will start to think about her mother being the root of her pain, bad experiences and hurt. Her thoughts will lead to a downward spiral of how a person can do something like her mother, who acted like that with the knowledge of which consequences will follow. And Spencer can’t stop this from happening.

“Daddy!” A small thud comes from (Y/N) colliding with his leg. Just by the way she squeezes it he knows that she hasn’t had a good day at school. “Hey Baby. Do you want to go to the office for a bit? I think your Auntie Penelope told me something about a new science set she got for you. Or do you want to go straight home?” Spencer asks after lifting her into his arms. Immediately she hides her face into the crook of his neck. “Home”, she murmurs. Home it is then.

“Aaaaaand here comes the little missy’s hot chocolate!” The father says in a funny voice while carefully putting the cup into his daughter’s hands. She sits covered in a blanket on the sofa, looking expectantly at her father.

Spencer sighs at the lack of reaction. “Are you sure you want to hear it?” (Y/N) nods adamantly. “Ok, but I got to go a bit back for this story

“It was about eight years ago, I worked on a case with your Aunties and Uncles back then. I was the one who had to get the last round of coffee for the night at a small 24/7 diner. As I walked in I thought I died, because I was sure an angel stood right in front of me. Well not-” “Is that Mommy?!” (Y/N) cuts him off excitedly. Spencer smiles slightly. “You need to listen to the story!” The girl shifts in her seat. “Right, sorry.”

As I was saying: well in front, because she sat at the bar waiting for her order. I nervously ordered the coffees and had to begin three times, because I kept messing up, mesmerized by her sole atmosphere. As the waiter went to put the coffee pot on, the woman turned towards me and introduced herself. After that she asked me what I was doing late at night in a small town like that and we somehow forgot everything around us by just talking. After that we stayed in touch. Six months later we became a couple, she moved to DC in order for me to still be able to do my job here.

“Two years later your Mom got pregnant with you, and it was quite a surprise to us. But we felt ready at that time and so she moved in with me and we had you. The first few months were great, we couldn’t be happier. BUt then you continuously became ill. At first just a cold, then the pocks and so on. I think it was the third night in a row where you held us up all night. I took a year off from work to care for you with your Mom. I carried you through our apartment the whole night, giving you a bottle, singing, reading, doing anything.

“Then I saw her standing in the doorway. Even though there was baby vomit on her sweatpants and I had never seen her eye bags being this dark, she was the most beautiful woman to me. I approached her with a smile, but her frown only deepened. I thought it was because she worried about you and your health. Instead she told me she can’t do it. She can’t be a mother, that she wasn’t cut for this job.” Her exact words still resonate in Spencer’s ears to this day. He knows exactly what she said, word for word, and they never stopped to sting any less.

“So Mommy left us because I was too much trouble?” (Y/N)’s voice sounds even sadder than before. “No, it never was because of you. She knew exactly what it meant to have a child. Your mother knew what kind of work it takes and what the future brought. You have absolutely nothing to do with it. Some people are just not made to be parents and it’s better when they realize it themselves and leave the situation.”

(Y/N) nods, her mind running wild. All of that makes plenty of sense but at the same time not. “Sweetheart, that doesn’t change the fact that I love you and I will never leave you. You are my everything and I’m so happy to be a dad to such a wonderful little girl like you. I want you to remember that your Mom may not be here with us, but she still loves you. And I’m here for you, for anything you need, want or don’t want. Do you understand me?”

She nods again and curls up into her father’s lap. “Can we watch something?” She asks after a bit of silence, where both of them indulged their own thoughts. Quickly the TV turned on and some kids movie plays. The rest of the day the small family spends all the time cuddled on the couch, because at the moment they need to feel the other there with them.

The next two days Spencer calls (Y/N) in sick at school and himself at work, because together they fly to Vegas. Just because her own mother wasn’t ready for the job, doesn’t mean they can’t appreciate the work her grandmother did as a mother. That and you never know how much time you have left with the people who are dear to you.

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My opinions and raking for season 2 episodes (That no one asked for)

1- The Sacred Non-repeating Number:

I really liked this episode! I thought it was a good season opener. It was fun meeting other Shlorps and having a class system introduced. I do feel Korvo just flat out excepting the class thing and going a long with it feels off, I wish we got more internal conflict from it, but maybe will get that later. I rank this ep 5th out of 8th but only because there’s eps I like more

2- The Earth Eraser

Here we are, the gay episode. Now this was a great ep mostly because it had Korvo acting like a petty little bitch and I LOVE to see it. I’m not really into violence and gore humor which this episode had a LOT of but it did have really really great character moments, I really liked seeing Korvo hang out with Yumyulack and the Pupa and Jesse scenes where top teir 👌. I do have a complaint where I feel the speech Korvo gives at the end feels very rushed and not earned, like if Korvo was doing all this just to get Terry’s attention then I wish we got more scenes where that was the case? Like maybe something in the dinner party scene at the beginning, and let me just say the autism coding in that scene GEEZ (but that deserves it’s own post). But Korvo and Terry DO kiss in this ep (Nice) so I guess I can’t complain too much (just kidding I’m going to complain a lot). This episode ranks 3rd out of 8 for me.

3- The Lake House Device

Aaaaaand this is the ep I liked the least which somehow, by a miracle, beat out the Wall episode. Not to say it’s a BAD episode I just felt like it missed a lot of character moments. It did have a few really funny moments, the cheeseburger slippers and platypuses come to mind but it lacked too much for me. Korvo being to into “perfect” Terry just felt off to me, I think it would’ve been better if he began to notice that Terry’s new behaviors take away from what Korvo actually likes about him, but he continues to change him because Korvo’s stupid. The comic Spinetrick did covers this really well (you know the one). Other then that I just felt like a lot of the jokes didn’t hit it for me. The big dick energy thing just wasn’t that funny, like it was better then I thought it was going to be but it just had me groaning at the end. As for manic Terry, while it was funny at first I think it was a joke that went on too far. Ranked 8th out of 8th sorry guys :/

4- The Emergency Urbanizer

NOW HERE’S A GREAT EPISODE. This one almost tied for first but just didn’t have enough Korvo content for me, but other then that I absolutely loved this episode. Everything from the beginning (Korvo’s dumb pink robe) to them just leaving their kids in the woods to the design and look of the forest city to Korvo getting constantly attacked by wolves the absolute inconceivableness of this episode I fucking LOVE it!!! Everyone is their best here and I love to watch Korvo get mulled over and over. Also the designs of the city and treeple including my wife Birchette, all so good!!!! Ranking this one 2nd out of 8th.

5- The Rad Awesome Terrific Ray

OK IN ALL SERIOUSNESS THOUGH.... this is my fav ep of the season...

I KNOW I KNOW a lot of people hate it (for good reason) but it’s the ep that had me laughing the hardest (to the point of tears) and I feel like that is all I can ask from the dumb dumb gaylien show. The scene of Korvo and Terry just fucking berating Jen for being basic had me howling not to mention all the scenes with Terry and the rats where fucking historical. There are so many fucking quotes in this ep. I even loved the side story with Jesse and Yumyulack which I usually don’t care for, but here it had me laughing just as hard at the main story line, and had me actually liking the Principle character who I’ve hated up to this point. ...and to acknowledge the elephant in the room the sex scene? Didn’t bother me too much, I thought it was pretty funny. Now do I get really embarrassed watching it? Yes, yes I do. I totally understand people issues with this ep and I respect them but I really like this dumbass episode for all it’s dumbassry. Ranked 1st out of 8, please send anon hate over this I deserve it.

6- The Apple Pencil Pro

Honestly an ep I forgot about until second watch, which isn’t fair because it’s a really good ep. I really feel this episode in particular solidifies that this is a dumb dumb show that does NOT take itself serious in the least and I kinda love it. I love how nonsensical, it just makes the show more fun for me. I really love the character Peter and how much the family agrees that their horrible monsters for hurting him, and the over top con at the end of the ep. I also love how even their worst enemies agree that Jesse is a good egg who wouldn’t hurt anyone intentional. I know people are going to cry about continuity but I honestly feel this isn’t the kind of show where continuity matters.There’s not much I can say about this episode other then it’s STUPID and I love how STUPID it is. Ranked 3rd of out 8.

7- The Unlikely Demise of Terry’s Favorite shot Glass

Now it’s no secret... I do not care for the wall plot. I find it honestly boring and none of the characters do anything for me, I feel it takes time away from the gayliens you know the REAL reason I’m watching this show. But I will say... the wall plat in season was much interesting then season 1. I feel season 1′s wall arch was much too much of a survival story we’ve seen a million times before. It was trite and full of cliches I’ve seen soo many times. It was also annoying so see sooo many people write big think pieces and reddit post about how the wall story was so much better then the aliens, like fuck off. But I will say this ep... was honestly very good. I think a wall episode that takes place outside the wall did it a lot of justice, and focusing on Cherie was nice because I actually like Cherie even if she’s a wall person. This ep even made me like the Duke, our ace kind...rip. Over all the fact that this ep made me even care gives it a leg up on the Lake House. 7th out of 8.

8- The Solar Opposites Almost Get An Xbox

Now this one is kinda hard for me to talk about. I’m pretty mixed on it. I feel it did somethings REALLY well and fun, and others moments dropped the ball. I know I’m a dumb tervo and I have no rights but I would’ve been nice to have gotten even a small scene of Korvo and Terry reflecting on their relationship with each other now that they’re dying. Like some kinda of moment of them almost confessing or something idk, it would’ve been nice. I did really like them running around trying to find fulfillment only to realize they need fulfillment with each other. The scene between Korvo and Jesse was really nice and I really liked it BUT it felt like it came too late and was shoehorned in there. It was weird for them to get so serious at the very end of the episode at the very end of the season. As much as I enjoyed it I feel it kinda brings the show down, like it’s trying to be something it’s not rather then playing to strengths. I think this show CAN have big emotional scenes but they have to be EARNED not just thrown in at the very end, it just weaks. Other then that....every scene with Aisha was amazing, I love her and I love Tiffany Haddish please keep putting her in this show. Overall decent ep but didn’t hit me like some of the others did 6th out of 8.

I liked this season a lot, and I look forward to season 3 and the holiday special. I know both season 1 and 2 where written before season 1′s release so I think it will be interesting to see how the writers take these characters now that they have fans perspective on them. No matter what happens I still like this show and I plan to keep drawing over the top mushy tervo and family fanart.

Thanks for reading my overly written rant!

[yuvon-writes-letters]

Hello again dear friend. Maybe friend. Or whatever. (I guess it'll take time to figure out whether we'll really call each other friends? :) )

How much time went by since the last letter I sent you? For me it's been almost two days. Your reply came this morning, but I needed some time to get over the call I told you.

The call, and honestly also you and your Jake. Don't get me wrong, I'm still absolutely glad I found someone to talk to! I also want to thank you for giving me Jakes message. But I was still having some doubts...How can I be sure this all is real? You are real? And not lying to me?

I'm scared and honestly, you do not figure out that there really is some messed up multiverse and some kind of...trickster entities who like to play weird games everyday. Like..How did you even figure out that an entity brought you to this place? (Even though I have to admit; maybe I would've thought the same thing in your situation.) To bring my emotions more near to you: I'm sighing right now. I guess I'm just scared this is another kind of sick mind play.

Aaaaaand I start babbling again.

The second thing I wanted to adress; the call. Like you said there weren't many options I had in mind, but I still was kinda hoping for..I don't know, just a spam call? Since I didn't hear from the Crow-Crew.

But it wasn't. Not that I would know. I didn't pick up the call, but some time later an unknown number sent me a picture of THE mask. Ya know what I'm talking about? Nothing more. Just the picture. (I'm sighing again. Really much today...)

What I'm trying to do is reaching Jake now..I mean, maybe this time-stopping-thingy ended by now? Or, to say it in your words, a weird entity started messing around again.

Well, I hope this letter wasn't to accusing or rude..Because, honestly, even if it was a weird mind game...I wouldn't want to lose you and your contact now.

Liska🐾🔥

Liska,

If you want to be friends, I'd love to be :)

It's... been a couple of hours since the last letter? I think. It's hard to tell time, here. Wait, I'll ask Jake. ...He says something like four hours, but he didn't think to keep track. Great, now we get to deal with time bullshit. Wonderful. Excuse me while I scream in frustration for a moment.

I mean, fair. You don't really have much of a reason to trust me, I guess, other than the proof I gave to Rai that I'm involved with the case. If you want any more evidence, though, I will say that I've got very strong suspicions as to why you mentioned you wanted to make Chinese food in your last letter. It's across from the motel room, isn't it?

Additionally, to be fair, I've very little reason to believe you either. However, given both that Rai is who they say they are, the contents of the letter that started it all, and our similar relationship dramas, I think I can safely assume that you are at least heavily involved in the Duskwood case, and that you're taking the same role that Rai and I am. So I'm choosing to trust you, here. Not like you can use any of this information to hurt me, anyhow XD I'm in a pocket dimension slash limbo prison thing, after all.

I don't know for SURE that it's an entity that brought me here, but it seems likely, doesn't it? I mean, this... place was clearly CONSTRUCTED, looking at the library, the game room, the comfy room, and the initial letter that started all this shit. Constructed for ME, in particular. Unless this is some weird as hell manifestation of my subconscious or something, that implies intelligent design.

Then again, I do have a habit of jumping straight from point A to point C, and skipping B in the process. I could be wrong. The "eldritch" descriptor is because in the works I read/watch/play, dimensional travel almost always ends up with Lovecraftian monsters somewhere in the mix of the bad guy rosters. Again, I made assumptions there. Whoops.

Huh. So, Duskwood is in stasis, but someone still sent a photo of the MWAF mask... grrrr. (There's a rough pencil sketch of the MWAF's mask here, with cartoonish inked X's over the "eyes.") This complete lack of logic is what I really hate about dealing with these reality warping assholes. Yes, definitely try to reach your Jake. Don't repeat my mistakes, just tell him everything if you manage to reach him. Good luck. Sincerely.

You're being rightfully skeptical. I didn't take offense at anything. When you're in situations like ours, not even the weird shit happening around us but just the Duskwood case itself, you really start doubting everything, don't you?

Or is that just me?

Jake thinks that the picture of the mask was either a threat or a message of some sort. He's recommending you keep an eye out for raven signs, or (given how things are going over on my side) just literal ravens. He's not sure whether you should follow them or run from them if you find them, though. He's also asking if there was anything in the background of the image.

I hope your Jake responds to you soon :(

—Yuvon and Jake

(The letter tucks itself in the paper clip with the others.)

[jaywings]

⭐ for the fanfic askmeme (if you need a particular fic, gimme a scene from Blueprints and Brain Tanks)

Can I talk about a couple of different things?

Under a readmore for length

It seemed like no time at all before the elevator jerked to a halt, and Oleander turned his back on the lights of the camp. Gritting his teeth against the chill, he swung open the metal door and stepped out onto the rickety spiral staircase that led up to the large, brain-shaped enclosure at the top of the tallest tower of Thorney Towers Home for the Disturbed.

All right, a bit on-the-nose, but I wanted a part where Oleander literally turns his back on the camp in favor of working toward his scheme.

“Children,” Loboto echoed. Something stirred in his face, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, to be replaced by his eerie grin. “Children for your army? Or as test subjects?”

Very, very brief moment of reluctance from Loboto, not immediately eager to do psychic experiments on children after… his own experiences.

Those are both from the first and second chapters. Third chapter I was really trying to explore Ford from Oleander’s perspective, especially their relationship, since in the game they only share one exchange.

He trained with stern words, military-like discipline (in Oleander’s case, anyway), but also with the overwhelming kindness that came with the uncanny ability to see things in people that no one else could see.

Ford Cruller had once thought Morry capable of great things.

If you use clairvoyance on Agent Cruller, you see that he already sees Raz as a full-fledged Psychonaut. Ford can see the potential in people. Also, this is one of the few times first names are used in this fic.

Oleander was just about to tell him that it was fine, he’d get himself something to eat, when the janitor slipped his hand into the pocket of his overalls and seemed surprised to find something there. “Oh! Nearly forgot, I found this for ya. I think someone wanted me to give you this note.” He handed Oleander a folded piece of paper and headed off toward the lodge, his broom resting over one shoulder.

Sometimes, if Ford wants to give someone a message, he has to trick himself into delivering it…

Come to the sanctuary at 5:00 PM 1700.

The strikethrough in Ford’s note is intentional- Ford wrote 5 PM and then changed it to military time for Oleander’s benefit.

He picked up a pencil and stared hard at the paper, concentrating deeply.

Ten minutes later the page was still blank.

gosh, mood

“Well, goodnight, Morry,” Nein said, and began to turn away from the tunnel entrance.

“Sasha—” Oleander said before he could stop himself.

Nein looked back, one eyebrow raised. With a jolt, Oleander realized that his mental shields were slipping dangerously. He slammed them closed again, tightening his hold on them even further.

“Good luck in the field, Nein,” he said at last, and forced himself to turn away from his former friend.

One of my goals has really been to try to reconcile Oleander’s characterization from the first game with Rhombus of Ruin, especially his relationships with Sasha and Milla. They seem to forgive him and accept him back extremely quickly. I can see this with Milla especially, since in the first game her response to learning about Oleander’s betrayal is a sad “Oh, Morry…” but with Sasha it seems less straightforward.

Oleander learns here that Sasha really does care about him, and he and Milla really did want him at the Christmas party recently. That added with the guilt he had over Ford earlier, and he ALMOST confesses here. Almost…

And again, first names. From my understanding, Oleander never uses Sasha’s first name in the original game, but in Rhombus of Ruin he uses it several times.

No sooner had he said it than he shivered and let out a tremendous sneeze, launching the half-chewed Dream Fluff directly into the fire. “Ah, shoot.”

“Gesundheit,” Oleander muttered.

I was hoping that Oleander getting the idea for sneezing powder from Ford sneezing a Dream Fluff into the fire wasn’t too much of a stretch, but no one pointed it out, so that’s nice

Also, a totally unintentional reversed callback thing to the end of the asylum cutscene from the game. Oleander telling Ford “gesundheit” here vs. “You got a word for that?” “Yeah. Gesundheit!” from the game.

…a lake where bear-like fish crawled across the shores

heh

The lake became a giant tub of green water where pinkish-silver brains swam gracefully, long tendrils waving behind them like fins.

Aaaaaand that’s imagery that I literally just pulled from Order of the Phoenix. You know, that part where there’s a tank full of brains that end up attacking Ron.

[tamiddyinyourcity]

6:02pm.

30 minutes until he leaves work.

Alright, what's been up, yalls?

In less than a month, I made friends with almost everyone in a discord, and in less than 48 hours, left due to my own sin of... whats it called? Rage, anger? I don't know, but this is what the Gen Z kiddos would call a "bruh moment", with a dash of "hoes mad".

Wednesday, July 29th of 2020.

Hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad.

DAMN IT, now I've got that Belle Delphine remix of 6ix9ine in my fucking head. Ugh. Why.

....

6:08pm.

I looked it up. My dick is hard and I'm not happy about it at all. Just..... let's... talk.... please.

I went on a second date with someone that turned into an eleven day long hangout.

I'm impressed, honestly. I feel like that should be a world record, you know?

And now I am back home. And its surreal.

Spending 11 days in a row where someone buys you clothes, cooks you dinner, and fucks you really, really nicely? Then you go to sleep, wake up seeing them, and then wait around in their house all day binge watching The Marvelous Mrs Maisel and relaxing, until they get home, for even more fun? It's great. Even if I did feel like a Golden Retriever. (When I heard him park outside, I instinctively ran *embarassingly loud* to rush to the door and greet him. He heard.... they were almost stomps.)

And now, back home. In my own house, where both of my brothers will clog the toilet then refuse to unclog it themselves, (they're the worst type of men to exist,) and my always overheated fucking bedroom. Wearing my own clothes and having a selection, instead of settling for Target yoga pants and my man's t-shirts, over and over. (I loved it, do not get me wrong.)

Back to waking up alone, and sleeping alone.... Sleeping was the hardest part, not being the big spoon to his fine ass. Like, wooooow. Rude. I gotta go home AND not sleep with him until next weekend????

A girl had almost cried, honestly.

Hmmm.... and he bought me a boatload of art supplies. Not gonna lie, he is pretty sweet so far. Even in Target, if I looked a little TOO endearingly at a purse or an item, he would get it for me. (I think he blew like 1k in two days, all because a "i just need a new shirt and maybe some sweats" or "just a notebook" turned into him gushing over cool things to cook for me that night, buying me sharpies and mechanical pencils, aaaaaand swiping the entire shelf of Yu Gi Oh cards into his cart.)

The first step to addiction is a confession, and he's in denial. But who cares? If his interest is in cool holographic cards and collecting them, and my interest is collecting absurd amounts of pens in every color in existence, (i dont even know how to analyze myself with that, ill just chalk it up to being amused by unlimited creative potential within myself,) theeeeen.... we can deal with it.

Those decks are pretty rad, honestly.

Nooooow I'm peacefully procrastinating drawing in my manifestation journal, reflecting happily on things, and feeling overall good about things.

Outside of this, some noteworthy moments:

Marco finally hit me up.

It took a month, a few days, and his own desperation but he did it. He did it. The absolute dickhead. I checked my blocked messages in case any family I blocked wondered what happened to me over the course of 11 days, but nope. What I did find? Marco. Trying to weasel back in. I just..... what the fuck is wrong with this guy? At this point, it's an "I'm gonna hold my nose bridge, then shake my head in disturbance" level irritation.

Shoutout to Marco, for.... being fucking stupid, always. I probably told the guy I'm seeing, "I think he's an irredeemable piece of shit, and an asshole, but I could've pictured him being in my life a long time, as long as I kept that in mind", a little too loud. The Universe heard it, then decided to manifest him sending me a message yet again.

Context for our last fight was him accusing me of not being over the ex boyfriend that he SPECIFICALLY KEEPS BRINGING UP YEARS AFTER THE FUCKING BREAKUP HAPPENED. I definitely used every cruel statement I could after we both had blocked each other. I kinda went American Psycho in terms of the type of cruel shit I said to him. Did he see it? No. I hoped he did. But apparently not.

Speaking of me going off over the phone on somebody, I did that to some people on a local discord. A dumbass instigating ugly ass bitch with shitty bangs had the nerve to tell me not to make dirty jokes in the #nsfw section of the discord...... She also said a lot of other shit to insinuate that me and my guy, who met through the damn chat, being on the server and talking about our lives were "selfish, childish, immature", and more. But...... bitch, just say you hate my boyfriend and go? Fucking... yuck.

People are idiots. Idiots.

Anyway, I politely called her, in Martha Stewart elegance, an unlikeable fucking bitch who felt entitled to say whatever the fuck she wanted but could dish it out and never fucking take it. (Surprisingly, I avoided swearing, nice.)

Then I politely thanked everyone who I thought was cool on the server, called a few people annoying or idiotic, then dipped.

.....

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

I don't feel bad. Another case of "Tamiddy hates being nice to people and then getting hit with arrogance, rudeness, or unnecessary bullshit from other people; then 24 hours and a bad case of chest pains that felt like she was being carved inside out from her lungs, IBS, and extreme dehydration and irritatibility later, she will shit on a bitch with her words, then feel better."

Did I feel better? Absolutely. I laughed about that shit. I felt fucking great. Online or not, it feels like throwing a metal chair across the room and over the head of a bitch you dont like.

I also felt the usually post-drama guilt, where I then think "Maybe I overreacted? Maybe it was too much. I probably messed up. Oh dear. Oh gosh."

Buuuut oh well. Chat was getting dead anyways. I met whoever I thought was worth meeting, and people were lovely. I wouldn't shut out every single person on the server. Just the douchey ones. Thats all.

According to my guy, the general consensus from the chat was everyone was sad to see me go, and didn't think I should've left.

But I'm a little more of a hothead these days, so I'm just stepping back for now. I find it pointless to be in a chatroom where I'd get mocked harshly like that.

ESPECIALLY over something like "wow u posted nsfw to nsfw, how cringe", or "you and ur boyfriend flood #foodies", um???? sorry that two photos of my food and his supposedly annoys yall lonely fucks, but um, go die in loneliness i guess.

Was gonna recommend one of Kieran's songs to my new dude. But he purged his page. (Why do people do that, dude?) Checked his Twitter. He's still alive, and just vibing.... BUT saw some crappy tweet related to Patrick, and got upset.

I think I'd like to go the rest of my life not remembering him. Too much cowardice, too fucking weak. And his eyes were painfully nice back then, so the idea of that blue eyed twat still being alive and existing? Grosses me out.

Probably since I liked the idea of existing with him too, until things got so fucked.... but, eh.

On the bright side, I can at least say I always tried. And as fucked up as it sounds, that bus will hit him someday one way or another, and it'll be excellent. I hope it comes real soon.

Hmmm..... what else should I say?

It's painfully hot in my bedroom.

I feel content.

Birthday comes soon, excited for it.

Wish me luck yalls. Bless up, peace out.

[wizzard890]

(Hey guys! This is @veryunmarvelous‘s fashion consult. Here’s a link to the masterpost of what I offer. )

Things you like:

Drapery: you like the visual interest of sweeping, narrow layers, and different fabrics working together in a single outfit. You said you’re nearly six feet tall, so I think this is a fantastic instinct on your part. You’re leaning into your height, rather than away from it! Those long layers draw people’s attention up and down your body, underlining what a tall, cool drink of water you are. Now, I know you live in a desert (the same desert, coincidentally, I used to call home), but layers are honestly doable all year around, even the hot summer months. It’s all about what you’ve got on underneath. Also, I notice that while all the draped outerwear you like is fairly long, you’ve brought a variety of shapes to the table. That’s great, you want to keep layers from becoming stale. A thing over another thing is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, lots of room to play with pattern and color and texture. On the other, it’s easy to get lazy? So go with different cuts and sizes.

Movement: It’s all over everything, in skirts and tops and the aforementioned layered garments. Many of the blouses you sent have that gentle cross-bodied swoop, or an interesting gathering in the fabric. The skirts you’ve designated for “out of work” wear are cut so they’ll sway with your hips and stride as you walk. Even the trousers tend towards the wide-legged. But take a closer look: the clothes don’t necessarily have to fall away from the body to have that flowing appeal. The grey dress under the jean jacket is as bodycon as it gets–and still sweeps gently upward at the thigh. You like your garments to be dynamic, no matter how simple.

Bold, colorful prints/statement detail: even when the garments you sent are a single color, they usually have something eye-catching: those amazing floral cutouts on the white skirt, and the blue and white piping on the camel pencil skirt; they work with the buttons to draw the eye up the model’s leg. It’s pretty clear that you gravitate towards these items, but you might need a little urging to try them out. It can be hard to get up the nerve to take this specific leap, since there’s so much shit out there about prints and who can wear which ones. It’s incredibly stressful trying to keep up. Luckily you don’t have to, because all those rules are ridiculous. Look at the checkered pattern that lady is wearing with her gentleman friend. There isn’t a single body type that wouldn’t be able to carry that off. Yes, she’s very straight up and down and it looks great, but curves would give the print even more dimension. Always always risk a pattern. As long as you like the underlying colors, and the print itself is copacetic with the feel of your outfit, you’re golden. The only bit of advice I’d give, as a large-busted girl, is to make sure that the pattern of your garment doesn’t pull across your chest. Finding the right size is everything in this case.

You’re also in a position where the clothes you wear at work haven’t typically been ones you can wear in your daily life. I think that’s a pretty common divide. Still, we should find you pieces that can transition between the two. Obviously there are some things, like showing too much skin, that are right out, but you should be able to get as much out of your clothing as possible. Fortunately, your fondness for layering means that we can potentially have garments that do double or even triple duty. My suggestion would be to mind the material when you’re buying jackets, sweaters, or wraps. You never want to go too heavy in the desert, or you’ll be stuck with something you can only wear three months out of the year and never be able to incorporate it into another season’s outfit. Err on the lighter side, the money you spend will go further.

Sample outfits + pieces!

So I want to do work and going out looks for you, using really flexible pieces that can go into any number of outfits.

The first suggestion falls into the category of “need a pep talk to put this on”, but trust me! This high waisted skirt has the same trail of buttons you liked so much in the last picture you sent. It’s longer than that one though, so you can wear it without worrying about accidentally flashing anyone. You’re also the perfect height for a structured midi skirt. (I have an alternate skirt if you’re not wild about navy, it’d be easier to wear with tights; I had it open in another window the whole time because I couldn’t stop thinking about how great the color would be on you. You can substitute it for the navy one in the rest of this section if you want.)

For going out: you could wear this with any cute t-shirt, and you tend to like basic tops that showcase more exciting pieces anyway, but for the purpose of this outfit, let’s go with a tiny bit of visual interest. This soft white choker blouse will go with every other piece I give you. Now throw this metallic textured kimono over the top. You can close it if you like, but I’d recommend knotting the tie in the back like a bow and leaving it open. This means you can wear a figure-hugging skirt at work, but the flow of the kimono will keep it from being butt-emphasizing. Go safe with the shoes, this is already an eye-catching outfit. We didn’t really talk budget on heels, but I’m including some currently-trendy ones in an adorable color that would be a bright pop to compliment the silver in the kimono. You can find these cheaper anywhere.

For a work outfit, I puzzled over the menswear trousers for a while; I love the shape, and think they’d look fantastic on you, but I wanted to marry them to the bright colors in your pictures. Here’s a happy medium! High-waisted, pleated, wide-legged pants, very similar in shape and cut to the buttoned ones you sent me. The shade is wonderful, and you can dress these up or down. A fun pattern would complement these perfectly, and I noticed that most of the blouses you sent are button-ups, we’ll meet in the middle on that too. (note: the listed sizes are UK specific, so check the chart before you buy!) You could wear pumps or cute sneakers or flats with this outfit, it’s comfortable as hell. May I recommend court heels?

Aaaaaand miscellaneous pieces:

This ticks all the skirt boxes: bold, good for work and play, and cut in a super cute a-line. That’s a statement piece, you won’t need a big necklace with this one.

Okay I’m swinging for the fences here, but come with me on this journey before you dismiss it. We’ve established that you like button-ups, you also like denim shirts, but more than anything, you love waterfall shapes. Four out of your pictures include waterfall details in the garments, including all the coats. It’s too warm to buy a good waterfall coat now, the only ones are like–satin or crepe for summer, and they tend to be super cheap-looking. This shirt though. This shirt has a waterfall in the back. It drops low enough that you can wear a bra (that’s key), and the shape of the falling fabric gently draws the front hem of the shirt upwards, which highlights the narrowest part of your waist. I legit think you’d kill in this. Even if it’s too outside the box right now, know that I believe in your ability to wear it.

And last but not least, a casual summer dress that I extrapolated from what you sent me. I loved that little striped button skirt the model with the sunglasses was wearing, and I wanted to bring that drapey line through in a dress instead. She’d paired it with a bardot top, which makes me think you’re probably comfortable with showing your shoulders, so voila! A breezy midi dress in a sophisticated dotted print. If the straps are a little too naked for you, I’d suggest wearing the button-up floral blouse I linked up there, and tying it up at your waist. You can do that with pretty much any shirt, including t-shirts. Then you’ve got a cute buttoned skirt.

I hope this helped! Happy dressing!

ALL ITEM RECS

Tailored high waist navy pencil skirt with military detail (asos, $64)

Pink ruched asymmetric zip front pencil skirt (river island, $56)

White batwing blouse with choker (asos, $24)

Textured stripe kimono (elvi, $51)

Cross-strap pink mules (topshop, $85)

Orange wide leg trousers (river island, $84)

Silk blend floral print button up shirt (marks & spencer, $48)

Studio printed midi skirt (eloquii, $89)

Stripe shirt with deep cuff and open back (asos, $28)

Knot front polka dot midi dress (topshop, $75)

[volbeast]

artist ask: 2, 4, 5, 15 💛 I hope thats not too many :3

NOPE You’re perf friendo thank you ;w;

2. Show your pencil case and what’s inside

I dub it; The Cluster Fuck™ |DD You got your rarely used Copics, your pencils, charcoal, 2 of every size micron, blending stumps aaaaaand pencil sharpener |D

4. Lineart or Coloring?

Coloring! But it takes 9 years for me to get past the lines stage so I rarely get to enjoy coloring a piece ;w;

5. Who/what inspires you?

Oooooooooo That’s a tough one, bc literally I have so many inspirations xDMy friends, first of all! I have such wonderful and talented friends ;w; (such as yourself~!) who never cease to give me great ideas and support in my artistic endeavor ^^BUT If you want to know specific ppl who are just #art goals please check out;Smooshkin, Lilaira, Ghost-Oakes, Remarin, and RieVoy ^^ (not tagging bc aaaaaa I don’t wanna bother them, but most are here on tumblr + deviantart ;w; )

15. Any weird artist behavior you admit doing?

I ctrl+z paper all the damn time lmaooo But luckily I have that function set to one of my tablet pen buttons so only I really notice when it happens |D It’s just that automatic thought of “undo” when drawing traditionally that gets me every time lmao 

[lookgoodformula]

Introducing 10 New Shades of NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil

The $27 NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencils. This one’s “Dirty Mind…” LOL!

Prince night at karaoke.

Think about it. All of the only songs are Prince songs. I would totally go! It would be awesome! Let’s find someplace that does it.

I think it would be even more awesome, though, if we went wearing these new $27 NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil shades, because of the 10 of them, half are shouts-outs to Prince songs, including Let’s Go Crazy (one of my favorite Prince songs).

(Side note: if you can spot all the ones that are Prince songs, PROPS.)

Swatches of the new NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencils from the top in Get Off, Intriguing, Do Me Baby, Famous Red, Let’s Go Crazy, Pussy Control, Dirty Mind, Endangered Red, Unspoken and Lonely Heart

NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Let’s Go Crazy

These are the 10 new shades joining the permanent line, aaaaaand one of them is kinda funky, although it’s a color that’s very trendy right now. It’s a dark bluish black, and I can’t remember seeing anything like it at NARS before.

It’s one of the ones that doesn’t have a Price name, but when you say it out loud, you do have to whisper…because it’s called “Unspoken.” Shh…

NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Unspoken…

So I’ve been wearing the NARS Velvet Mattes for almost a decade, and I hope the brand never, ever, EVER phases them out because these pencils are spectacularly saturated, superbly smooth and oh, so comfortable.

NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Famous Red

A lot of the time mattes are heavy and drying, and just generally a bear to deal with, especially darker colors, because you have to, like, use a separate lip pencil or lip brush, but you don’t have to with these. Just outline and fill. That’s it. Nada drama.

NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Pussy Control

And they feel fabulous and lightweight, which is probably the best thing about them — like wearing a very comfortable bra. These are like that… They’re the comfy bras of the matte lipstick world.

NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Intriguing

As far as wear time, do they last as long as a liquid matte lipstick? No, I usually have to reapply them about halfway through my day, and then again on my afternoon break, but that’s fine… I’d rather have matte lips that look light and natural, even if I have to reapply them every few hours, than matte lips that look like a cat butt after six hours.

NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Get Off

Of these new shades, of course my favorite is hot pink Let’s Go Crazy (I’m so easy), and I also love Get Off (but not the song… I always fast-forward through it on my Prince greatest hits CD). If you’re in the throes of a ’90s brown matte lip moment, Do Me Baby is really pretty, too.

NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Do Me Baby

Of course, it wouldn’t be NARS if there weren’t a few new bad-@ss reds, like Famous Red. Definitely try it on if you get a chance.

NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Endangered Red

NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Lonely Heart

Oh, in case you’re wondering, these are unscented, but they do taste a little like vanilla.

They’re available now at NARS counters and online for $27 each.

Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,

Karen

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[oveliagirlhaditright]

@bluerosesburnblue

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/25692658

Summary: AU. Clary regrets turning down the Faerie Queen's offer at the end of City of Glass and attempts to set things right... but it will change anything in the heart of one who's already decided?

Attempting to Set Things Right

'I should just give the Seelie Queen what she wants', Clary had thought. 'Isabelle dated Meliorn, so he can't be all that bad. And this way, that bitch of a queen won't have a beef with me again.'

And that was what led to Clary, for the second time, walked further and further into Moon Lake—feeling she was about to drown, and wondering why she was even bothering ruining her clothes in muddy water, when she and her friends were finally pulled into the Faerie Court.

"Aaaaaand why'd we have to come here again, Clary?" Simon asked, as memories of when she kissed Jace here when she was still dating Simon, surely played in his mind.

Clary still felt awful about that—and how it had somewhat led to his becoming a vampire--even  f it couldn't have been helped, and they were right as rain now.

"I just... think I need to tell the Faerie Queen that I changed my mind, and that I'll help Meliorn get a seat on the council," said Clary, as Isabelle rolled her eyes. Despite dating Meliorn, maybe Izzy doubted the idea of him being a leader more than she showed—and perhaps she was wise to—or was it that she thought she could have done this in Clary's stead?

Jace had remained quiet throughout this entire trip and discussion here, but Clary didn't think he was brooding. No, he hadn't been doing that since they started dating—thank Mokona (1)—but did he think this whole thing was a bad idea?

"Clary... I don't know if it's a good idea to mess with the Queen like this,” Jace said now, as he looked at Clary with blazing golden eyes. “Faeries are very sensitive. You might think you're finally giving the woman what she wants, but the Queen may think you're twisting the dagger in even deeper."

And Clary wondered if Jace was thinking what she was: about how the last time they were here, the woman had taken a particular interest in destroying her. And would she find that same desire again, even though Clary was now trying to do her a favor?

Clary shook her head at that notion. They'd come this far, so it'd probably be best to not dwell on such things but rather to act. So she charged forward, under the vine-y ceiling above her, and into the Queen's throne room, all while Alec was saying, "I think I agree with Jace on this one. And we should have brought Magnus, just in case…"

But it was too late now, in more than one way. And this was proven as the Queen glared at Clary and waved her away. "Changed your mind about my offer, I see. If only I were a human, so my fancies could be as fleeting. But unfortunately, like the truth we can only say forever, I'm afraid that once we faeries have made up our mind, we stay that way."

"So does that mean you'll honor your promise to help Clary now, your lady-ship?" Simon asked the question Clary was too afraid to, like only a best friend could. She smiled at him, but then frowned as he got closer to the dangerous lady’s throne. Though she had daggers and her stele on her, the artist part of Clary almost wished she had brought colored pencils she could throw at the woman if she crossed the line.

"God, Simon, no!" Isabelle chastised, as she seemed to take note of all the red rubies around her with a laidback awe. Clary wondered what that was about… "You may have just made her indifferent towards our cause because of your poor word choices. 'Lady-ship'? Really?!"

"I'm sure it'll be fine, Isabelle..." Clary promised Simon—since if anything happened here, it wasn't his fault—even though she didn’t quite believe things would be alright. And if the way the Queen was smiling at her wickedly now was any indication, Clary had the right to feel on edge here. And she hated it.

"Yes, Simon, it'll be fine. For her majesty will surely prove how the Fair Folk are as loyal as they are lovely," Jace cut in as he beamed in the fae’s direction. But Clary noted something dark in his eyes, as if he'd noted how the Queen seemed to admire his charms and didn't quite like it.

"…Oh, very well. I will help you... for the ghost of a feeling Jace has given me here. And work that riddle out yourself. But don't spend any more seconds in time since gone."

And once the deal was apparently struck, the faerie had Clary and her friends get sucked back up through the lake—that was now somehow above the throne room now?—as she kicked them out of her lands, and back to the disgusting mud that Clary despised.

Eventually, Clary would realize she'd traveled to an alternate dimension in this place (and had temporarily lost her memories of her home while doing so), but things here weren't completely different from her old one … since even here, the Seelie Queen had been doing everything for the sake of her and Sebastian’s son.

…And by her ghost comment, she'd meant that the alternate and dark Jace would fall for the ghost, Livvy.

Author’s Note: That was an anime reference, since Clary loves anime.

And there are some spoilers in this. Sorry, Liz. Hopefully you’ll forget them. But I wanted to write you something TMI again, now that you’ve actually read the first book.

And the last part was supposed to tie into a story piece I had where the Jace from Edom falls in love with Livvy in The Wicked Powers, but I decided to cut it. Hope you all enjoyed!

I also wrote this, because as much as I love Clary… so much pain could have been avoided if she’d just said yes to the faerie queen’s request (though I get why she didn’t). So I had her trying that here, even if it amounted to nothing in the end.

I’m also glad to write all my babies from this fandom for the first time.

Oh, and Izzy taking note of the rubies in the Queen’s domain was supposed to show that she knew about the future and the Endarkened—since they wear red—and was already hinting that she was going to side with them.

[aldreaoakley]

Kissed by the Baddest Trainer! [KBTBB Pokemon!AU]

(Based off a lot of @maidofstars’ and @catchthespade’s posts. Just a warning, I will be jumping back and forth in time. I'll denote that when it happens.)

MEETINGS OF FATE PART 4

Ota sets his pencil down and stretches while watching ___ from a corner of his eye practicing with Minccino and Deino. Ampharos, Sylveon, Delcatty, Furfrou, and Lopunny are all there with helping the trio. He's glad that Lopunny, Sylveon and Delcatty are happy to have another female around. Milotic is swimming with Gyarados together in playful jests making him smile. It's been a while since even put his pencil down to design new coordinator's outfits since that day years ago. He didn't like that his mentor had claimed a move that he invented as his. Since then he keeps pushing himself despite all the times he runs away from his problems. Not that he'll tell ___ that. As Minccino mimics Delcatty in doing Ice Beam and Deino with Ampharos and Furfrou working on his coordination, he smiles at ___ practicing poses with Sylveon and Lopunny. He still remembers how funny it was when they first met. ~Five Weeks Ago~ Ota walks to a park to see if he can get any new ideas for his upcoming matinee and opening performances for the Sky Dance Contest that approaches in six weeks. He cannot believe this block he's having. It's the worst luck ever- huh? What's he hearing? Ota deviates from his path to see the back of a girl, a Deino and Gyarados in front of her with a Minccino on her head. They have to be Trainer and Pokémon team... But what really catches his attention is the way the Gyarados moves. It like watching Sylveon's ribbon feelers. Then he sees the Deino darting. Did she say Quick Attack or Tackle? He's not sure but when the Deino was about to use Bite, it stops as the Minccino throws itself so it's on its back. He walks out clapping with his angelic smile on. "Well done there," he smiles. "A beautiful performance there." "I wasn't per- Are you Ota Kisaki, the Angelic Coordiator," the girl asks him in surprise. Not a performance? "Are you a coordinator," he wonders. She shakes her head and produces an item from her bag. Hang on! "How'd you get an Ichinomiya Corp. backpack," he wonders. "That model just showed up on TV a month ago!?" After she introduces herself and explains how she meets Eisuke, Ota feels a bit foolish but then laughs at his mistake. "I see that you are getting ready for a battle but I can see you have more potential for contests," he voices. "Come on, I'll get you something that can help you keep your ribbons." In a desperate act of hope, Ota holds his hand out. "Come on. I don't have all day," he tells her. ___ takes it and he takes her to his high-rise flat, fitted with a tank for Milotic and an electric powered shower for Ampharos. He can hear her marvel at the sight of his home and squeals of admiration over his Pokémon. Naturally as Ota ranks best with his cute Pokémon team. He walks over to a cabinet and pulls something out. He holds it out to her while her small team warms up to his full one. "This is a ribbon case," Ota explains. "Whenever you win a contest and earn a ribbon, you put it in here." ~Present~ Ota chuckles as he remembers her face beaming at the beautifully self-made case he gift her with. And thanks to her, he's able to get not just his matinee and opening but several more ideas for any other shows he'd have to do as the top and reigning coordinator. He smiles as he finishes the last touch to her costume for her debut. He will tell her after he hands her the dress. He would like to give his muse the credit for the fountain of inspiration she given him. ~*~ Mamoru stumbles out of the building with a frown. He knows that he can't give much information about Team KōriRyu or Lupin because that would only mean that his life and Pokémon will be targets of their wrath. Including Eisuke's. He walks past an electronic billboard broadcasting the Sky Dance Contest for a distant city. 'Aaaaaand now for the debut of our newest coordinator~ Everyone please give a warm welcome for ___ and Minccino~,' he hears the anchorwoman and turn to see if his ears were playing tricks on him. They weren't and on the large screen is ___ in a very cute outfit with her Minccino all groomed to perfection. Mamoru does have to admit that ___ does look cute but what he can't believe that the girl on the screen is the same klutzy girl with the evolved Magikarp he met a month and a half ago. ~Six Weeks Ago~ Mamoru grumbles while fiddling with the holder for his recently acquired key stone. It had somehow turn into a requirement for those who have a Pokémon who can undergo Mega Evolution have a key stone and corresponding Mega Stone on hand. Mamoru did put a brace on his Slowbro with reluctance. The key stone for Slowbronite rests in a small case that resembles a matchbox and his coat pocket. Why did he even need to have one? He knows that Ayase and Hayami have a male Mawile and Pidgeot on their respective teams. His thoughts got interrupted when he hears a battle going on. He runs towards the sound to see a girl falling backwards while three Pokémon battle some poachers. This wasn't right, especially when she was there to point him in the correct direction prior to this. The Deino, Minccino and Magikarp are giving it their all. Not wanting to have this go any bigger than it already is, Mamoru pulls out three Poké Balls and tosses them. "Jumpluff, Slowbro, Arcanine move out," he yells and the three Pokémon jump out and team with the three present. Once he gets a good view of their opponents Pokémon, he pulls and pushes the key stone out from its case. There is no way that their team can make it past the Meowstics and Claydols without loosing all their Pokémon. "Just hear me out and make this work," Mamoru growls as his thumb brushes the stone while pointing it at Slowbro. "Mega Evolve!" It wasn't long before Slowbro's appearance changes and Mamoru hopes this gamble is worth it. Shell Armor should hold the psychotic pulses from Meowstic and give them some level of an edge. Despite how some of the poachers laugh at him and his team, he was more than ready to pulverize their Pokémon. The cage and net captured Pokémon cry out, making the fire inside of Mamoru go from campfire rage to bonfire fury. He's really pissed off now! "Jumpluff, Sleep Powder! Arcanine, Leer! Slowbro Yawn," Mamoru orders. The Pokémon follow. Then he hears the girl yell her's. "Minccino use Helping Hand! Deino use Dragon Rage! Magikarp use Tackle," she hollers. It wasn't long before their attacks hit some of the opponents. "Claydol, Sandstorm," one of the poachers demands. "Wah," the girl screams as the Sandstorm hits her and not just their Pokémon. Then the last thing anyone expects happen. "Minccino!?" "Deino?!" "Right now," the girl gasps in shock. Well Mamoru can't blame them. It's not that often Pokémon evolve mid-battle. Despite the whirling sand, the Magikarp turns into- "Gyarados look out," the girl panics. The Gyarados turns to see Hyper Beam being shot at it. A smooth dodge then fires its own Dragon Rage at the Claydol that hit the girl. Complete knockout. "Use Dragon Rage again," the girl commands. "Arcanine, Flame Burst! Slowbro, Water Pulse! Jumpluff, Sleep Powder again," Mamoru adds. With Minccino's Helping Hand still active for their team, the battle was soon over and the group in handcuffs. "Ah... I'm tired," he whines while scanning. "Damn. I need a soda..." The girl runs off and he sees her nearly tripping a few times going to a vending machine next to a pavilion. He should remember to turn his head more often. "Thanks kid," he appreciates after taking a can from her. "I'm no kid! My name is ___ ___," she pouts while opening her smoothie. "Well ya gotta be more careful than just going at those poachers on your own," Mamoru scolds, ignoring the annoyance in her voice. "And whadaya doin' every time I see ya?" "Me?! I don't know and half the time it's just dumb timing on my part... what's your name," ___ wonders. "Detective Kishi," Mamoru sighs after another gulp. "Well Detective Kishi I am only doing what someone with a a good heart can do," she sulks. "Oh darn! I need to get to a PokéCenter!" Recalling their Pokémon, they run to one near the station and wait. ~Present~ Mamoru watches ___ coordinate her commands with Minccino in an elegant performance. Gone was the klutz and here was a graceful being. "Nice work kid," he smiles softly that soon vanishes. "But don't forget your dream. Being a Trainer requires as much dedication as a Coordinator. The only difference is how things are done. Care for your Pokémon and they will care for you." With that Mamoru grumbles as he goes to get a soda, chewing on his pipe. After that was done, with Jumpluff's help, he clocks out at his desk. That recent battle with not just poachers but teaming up with Soryu got him tired fast. He really didn't like the guy despite the near hostile banters they have. ~*~ 'And ___ wins the Sky Dance Ribbon,' the hostess smiles while ___ accepts the award in the background with her Minccino wagging its tail happily. Eisuke switches the TV off and sighs. He already misses her presence and still has the old backpack she hit Persian with hiding someplace. He chuckles and scratches Persian, who lets out a sad mewl. "What is it," Eisuke sighs. He notices that Persian is still looking where Minccino was on the screen. Then it all clicks into place. Much like how he likes ___, Persian likes Minccino. ~*~ ___ wrings her fingers so much that a large hand covers them. She looks up at Ota then at the glowing and pulsing egg. Just why did the egg have to hatch now?! Thankfully Luke manage to get there in time to help Nurse Joy with his own Chansey helping. So far so good. Then the pulses start to be more intense and everyone holds their breath. Within a few seconds a small Togepi is born. "Toge," it chirps sleepily and sees ___. "Toge!" ___ gently scoops it up with a smile. "Welcome to the world," ___ greets. "Toge Togepi," the little Pokémon grins back. "Thank goodness that it was a smooth hatching," Luke breathes in relief. "The egg wasn't doing well but you managed to get a healthy one." ___ didn't mind. The love she gives her Pokémon is all the same, even with the few adjustments for each persona. She didn't ignore the egg and keeps it clean while letting it have enough care that she can manage while unhatched. ~*~ Hikaru sighs with crossed arms looking out his hotel window. All his Pokémon are asleep save Sableye and Greninja. They stand near him watching. They both know something is bothering him. Was it the girl they bump into at the clearing with the Minccino? {What do you think,} Sableye asks Greninja. {It's not like him to think like this.} {That human is clearly something else. Enough to have only a few Pokémon and still say something back when they are defeated,} Greninja nods. {Whatever her spirit is, she can't loose it. If she looses sight of it, her dream won't happen.} {Eh,} Sableye shrugs. But Hikaru wasn't hearing his Pokémon talk. He still can't believe that the girl... ___... is still going to try and beat him. But it's all if she can beat the Elite Four then him... "That face... why is she so determined," he breathes with furrowed brows. ~One Day Ago~ Hikaru has Greninja out with Sableye, helping the latter to be stronger with his Mega Evolved form's status ability. Magic Bounce was hard at first despite how he used it instinctively during the first time. "Hello," comes a cheerful voice and Hikaru was ready to punch when he drops his fist. "Are you okay?" Not far from him is a girl with a Minccino on her head. In her arms, a Togepi nibbles with evident joy on a Poffin. He turns his head to hide his blush. He knows better than to make a Togepi upset. "Yeah just can't get my Sableye to battle," he grumbles. "May I lend some assistance," she inquires. "I may not look it but I dream of being the Pokémon Champion." The last part knocks Hikaru's focus for a few microseconds before he turns back with a smile. It's not that he won't accept help because of his pride but mostly "help" makes him feel like he can't take it without being a bother. He then spots her Pokédex and realizes that she's still early in her journey and feels a small sadistic scheme form. "I do have one condition," he smirks. "If your assistance isn't good enough, I won't let you have this HM." He pulls one out and holds it up. He suppresses his chuckle at her expression. "Bring it," she says with determination. "Minccino, Deino, let's go." He can't help but be amazed at how she throws her Poké Ball while the Minccino hops off. The Togepi is still working on the Poffin. The battle begins with Roserade as referee. Deino gets knocked out thirty seconds in by Power Gem. Minccino dodges Greninja's Cut with ease. Deino gets recalled and Gyarados takes its place. Dragon Rage makes Greninja and Minccino work together to put out a fire while Sableye ducks behind his gem. He uses Leer but that didn't work as Gyarados uses Leer too. Huh? Why are Gyarados' attacks a bit weaker? "No way?! It actually works," he hears her exclaim while the Togepi gains tears. It clicks in. For his Sableye, he can only use Magic Bounce with certain status attacks. It wasn't long before Gyarados is out the same time as Sableye. He makes a mental note to not use Shadow Ball on Gyarados the same time it does. But the one between Minccino and Greninja is taking a while. Even though he orders Water Shuriken, Minccino is countering with Iron Tail. Having enough, the last move did it. Hidden Power takes Minccino out but it was strangely able to hop back onto the girl's shoulder. The Togepi is eating another Poffin. "What's your name," he asks while twirling HM02. "___. ___ ___," she answers while cradling Togepi. ~Present~ Hikaru peeps at his bag to see that he is one HM02 short but it was worth it. Worth it to see if she was a worthy opponent. "Sable Sable Sableye," Sableye brings up. "___. Let's not go easy on her," he responds. "If she's going to go against the Elite Four and myself, she'll need all the battles we can give her." "Gren Gren Gren," Greninja asks. "I have enough HM,TM and tools necessary for evolution. Push her to go beyond her limits," Hikaru elaborates. "What do you guys think?" Both nod. "Let's tell the others in the morning. Get some rest," Hikaru grins. ~*~ Shuichi sits down and watches as ___ walks off with Minccino. He recalls advising her to be careful when with Minccino is being obsessed to a point of keeping things clean and maintains good level of happiness for Togepi for her to evolve to Togetic and eventually Togekiss. Somehow... there was something familiar about that Togepi she's carrying. He's not sure if his Togekiss was the father but there is a chance that it is.

Author's Note: I decide to close the meeting of all the bidders here. I'll start on MC's adventure in the next section. There may or may not be multiple parts to it and other ones but I'll do what I can to keep them at three to five the most. If anyone has anything they'd like to add, would you please be nice enough to send me an ask? If it's too long, the submit box is open. I'm still doing research and collaborating where I can in the stories fit with what's canon in games and anime. I'll still be using @maidofstars' and @catchthespade's posts for help. This is their idea and I'd like to respect it as much as I am able to.