#and I got a sticker printer so I printed him out

[teacup789]

HOWDY HELLO AND GREETINGS TO ALL

Family Christmas is something for sure, I love for cousin gossip time

Anyways I drew MePhone4

He’s pink because he can be

[buckys-little-belle]

Henlo! If it's okay, could you make write a fic about Bucky comforting his little during a thunderstorm? A storm was near my house a few days ago and the thunder scared me so bad-- The power didn't go out, but storms usually happen a lot where I live-- thanks <3

Rainy Days

Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used/No Pronouns used)

Warnings - Reader is scared of storms, reader eats snacks, talks of loud noises, talks of lightning/flashing lights, descriptions of a thunderstorm, ready is sad and scared, Bucky is sweet and thoughtful!

Notes - I made this headcannons, I hope that's okay! Honestly I've been going through my inbox and drafts and trying to clear them out, but writing full fics is something I have to be in the right mood for. But headcannons? I've been feeling headcannons lately, so do send some headcannon requests in if anyone has some! And please expect very old asks to suddenly resurface in the shape of fics/headcannons written literally years later <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW!

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You've always been scared of thunderstorms. Rain is nice from time to time, but when the loud booms of thunder begin and lightning strikes, you suddenly begin to feel scared.

It's not rational, you know the thunder can't get you and that if you're inside you're safe from lightning. Yet when the storm begins to get louder and the rain begins to pelt harder, you find yourself curled up wherever you are, stuffie held safely to your chest.

Bucky could tell you'd get antsy whenever rain drops would begin racing on the windows, you'd stare outside seemingly waiting for something to happen.

After the first thunderstorm you two witnessed together Bucky knew he needed to be prepared for the next one. He hated seeing you cry, and how scared you got. He felt helpless and vowed to make sure that didn't happen again.

So now he has a small bin in his closet labeled "Rainy days". Inside are a pair of headphones he bought that block out any noises. It's made chatting between the two of you hard on those rainy days, you yelling because you can't tell just how loud you are, and him doing his best to charades his words. But because it rains so often, you two have had time to practice, and communication comes much easier.

He bought you little stickers to put on the headphones, so that instead of just plain boring black headphones, you have ones decorated by your favourite cartoon characters and fun little stickers of plants and dinosaurs.

He also has special activities for the two of you to do on those days. He wanted something different than the toys you have all the other days. This way you stop feeling dread thinking about thunderstorms, now that feeling is over taken with a subtle excitement for the special glitter crayons in the box, and the really cute stuffed animal named "Rainy" that you get to snuggle with.

Bucky always buys those PDF files on etsy that are colouring pages. For $2 he gets 6-10 fun pages, and he'll print them out for you on his fancy work printer. He finds it easier than buying colouring books because there's no risk of ripping your colouring when you evidently want to rip the page out and put it on the fridge. Plus he finds it over all cheaper, and there are no more tears when you don't like the way you coloured something, sad that you can't do that pretty picture anymore, he just prints out a second one.

Bucky is also a fan of physical media. He has both a DVD and a VCR player. So he has two movies stashed in the box that you really like for those rainy days, and those rainy days only. He doesn't know how, but you've been able to connect your headphones to the Tv, so you can't hear the thunder when you're watching them.

Also snuggles, rainy days mean as many snuggles as you want. Doesn't matter if he's on a work call, doing the laundry, or in the middle of making dinner. If you come up and ask for a hug you end up getting 20 minutes of snuggles and soothing back rubs.

You don't venture outside when it's a thunderstorm, but Bucky has been warming you up to "liking" rainy days by showing you how fun puddles can be.

He buys you a cute raincoat and matching boots, and as long as there's no thunder or lightning, he'll take you outside and splash in the puddles for an hour.

Instead of being terrified of thunderstorms, and hating the days they happen, you've slowly been able to accept that they'll happen sometimes, and you've grown to know your safe, very safe because Bucky is always at your side on those days. Ready to comfort you, ready to play whatever game you want, and ready to jump in puddles when possible.

[russellsppttemplates]

So a bit sad ask. Burying your cat, the kids are sad and they are confused why it happened , so the reader and max/george kinda have to explain about what happened (introduction about life and death) , reader is extra sad cause its the cat she know for a long time

I just buried one of the strey cat that stay around my house so.......🙃 Yeahhhh so hug your pet please for meeee

Note: I'm so sorry 🥺 sending you a big big hug ✨️

Cw: death of a pet (cat), mentions burial and talking to kids about death

"I'm afraid, but there's nothing we can do", the vet said as you and Max sighed, stroking Jimmy's fur as he laid down on his carrier, cuddled up to the blanket. The cat hadn't been behaving like he usually does, and after the kids pointed out the same, you took him to the vets. After a couple of scans and tests, they told you the worst news you expected to hear.

After prescribing medications to keep him comfortable at home, you took your four pawed child home, your hand in Max's thigh as he drove while he rubbed the top of your palm with his thumb, "want to share what's on your mind?", you mumbled.

"It's... I knew this would happen someday, but it's sad still", Max spoke after gathering his thoughts for a bit, "I know, I feel the same. At least he can be home with us, and he won't be in pain", you attempted at lightning the mood.

When you woke up to Sassy tapping the duvet, your heart squeezed as you shook your husband awake, "Max", you called as he noticed the scene, knowing why you woke him up before the alarm. In their cat beds, Jimmy laid perfectly still, no other movements other than Sassy meowing and trying to get him to move by touching his nose.

You brought them downstairs, preparing the spot in the garden once the kids woke up, "I'm sad, mama", Finn finally spoke as Julia stayed in Max's lap, her little hand clutching his t-shirt as she cried quietly.

"It's okay to feel sad, my love, and to cry, too", you explained, "everything you feel is valid, okay? And we are all here to go through this together", you smiled sadly, Max squeezing your hand in his.

"Why does this happen?", Julia asked honestly, "we'll, princess, this is a part of life. Jimmy got to live many, many years with us - he was a lot older than you and Finn - and now he got sick. He was in a little bit of pain, that's why me and mama gave the medications. And he got to be very loved for all of it", Max tried his best to explain to the little girl, "it's not fair", she chirped in, "I know, Julia", he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Is Sassy going to die, too?", Finn spoke up, his mind taking him one step further as Julia looked up at her parents so she could hear the answer, "one day, yes. The doctor said we don't have anything to worry about, Sassy is very healthy and should have some healthy years left. But yes, it will happen", you explained.

"Well", Finn said as he pushed Sassy closer to the four of you, "when we're going to continue to love you so wo so much, Sassy", he declared.

After saying one last goodbye in the garden, you and Max prepared a little station so the kids could make a scrapbook, using the small printer to print out photos of the best memories you had with Jimmy, "is this me?", Julia asked at the picture where the cats where smelling the new baby, "That's Finn, actually, it was the first day we brought him home. When we brought you home, the cats were so excited we didn't even take a picture of the first time you met them, but this one here is you", you grabbed it, showing her a picture of her taking a nap with the cats around her, "I was so tiny", she commented.

"This was the day Jimmy accidentally fell in the pool", Finn showed Max, who was glueing down the last sticker down on the page, giggling as the memory came up, "he had to swim to the edge and mama helped him out, he even scratched her hand, remember?", he recalled before showing it to Julia, "you were little still, but you should've seen him! He just swam as hard as he could!".

When Max put the kids to bed, he found you sitting against the headboard of your bed, Sassy on your lap and your hands stroking the soft fur, stopping when the wiped your cheeks, "hey, liefje", Max said, taking off his t-shirt and climbing next to you as you cuddled his naked torso as Sassy went back to the cat bed, "they're the first cats I truly cared over - you know my family are mostly dog people - and it's sad", you pouted, "remember when he kept biting my ankles when I first came over to your flat?", you giggled as Max did the same, "yes! I was so embarrassed because I thought you'd never want to come back", Max added, "Oh, so many memories with that little fur ball".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[officesupplied]

you seem SO annoying

I had half an ice cream sandwich earlier and organized my collectibles shelf, I have action figures and funko pops up there. I just got a batman figure a couple days ago and I think it looks pretty cool, it's for the flash movie, which I haven't seen yet, but I like batman. above that shelf is where I keep my switch games, I have FNAF security breach, FNAF help wanted, and FNAF 1-5. I like fnaf, I have a shelf for some of my fnaf plushies, my springtrap mask, a vanny action figure, glitchtrap action figure, and a glamrock bonnie acrylic standee, I got the glam bonnie fig at a con, I like cons. I like to cosplay. my last cosplay was william afton but I went as michael afton at the con I got the bonnie at. theres also a rock on that shelf, it's painted, my friend painted it for me, she's cool. I like my friends. I also have a manga shelf, it doesn't have much on it so I have my dhmis plushies up there with it too. I have death note, pokeon sun & moon manga, one piece, sailor moon, and another magical girl one I forget the name of. I like the magical girl genre, I keep meaning to watch madoka magica, but then I forget. there are a lot of things I want to watch, but I usually just rewatch stuff I already know I like. right now I'm watching a quiet place part 2, I hope it's better than the first, I haven't seen it yet, but I'm watching them because I want to watch the new one. it looks good, theres a kitty in it. I have 5 cats, their names are karla, mika, houdini, velman, and vladimir. houdini is old and senile so we call him joe biden. cuz hes like joe biden. I also have a bunny named freyja and a dog named olivia. I like my pets. I keep meaning to draw them and forgetting. I also like stickers, I have a couple sticker drawers cuz I have so many. sticker sheets, individual stickers, sometimes I put them on my face and limbs for fun. I like stickers. I have a sticker printer, sometimes I print out stickers. it's fun and cool. anyway whats your name im billy

[strawberrybaat]

Ace steals a label printer and decides to be a menace.

Part 2! Part 3!

Almost a year ago I bought a label printer at Goodwill, and the next day in was thinking about Ace being a menace with one. So that's how this came up!

As usual, @rose-lord-of-simps pitched in. And I will be making it's additions purple! Like normal.

This is gonna be part 1, btw. It's longer than my Beauty and the Beast one.

I have little breaks of conversation, and because it's just spurt they're gonna be colored. Code! Ace, Deuce, Yuu/MC. These are the colors I'm using!

☆ This all started because Ace decided to steal a label printer from the staff lounge. And now he decided to create absolute chaos. He's doing a shitty, mini evil laugh because he doesn't wanna get caught yet.

☆ He gets Epel, Deuce and Yuu involved. Yuu starts it all off by writing "useless bird", prints it, and sticks it on Crowley's office door.

☆ Epel decides to types out "pretentious prick" and attempts, keyword attempts, to stick it on something of Vil's.

~ ♡ He was promptly caught by Rook. he'd let it slide if it said "beautiful pretentious prick"

~ ♡ He'd let the label/sticker slide if it was a compliment. A genuine compliment.

☆ Someone Yuu types "sad dragon" and tries to stick it on something of Malleus'

~ ♡ Sebek is appalled, Lilia thinks it's funny,Silver doesn't know what to think

~ ♡ Silver wouldn't know whether to laugh, rip it off, or hug Malleus

~ ♡ If Malleus had seen it, Silver does all three. A quick, surprised/confused laugh, quicking covering it up with an "Oh, oh no. Oh nooooo." silently chuckling as he peels it off and gives a pouting Malleus a side hug.

~ ♡ Half the reason he's giving Malleus a hug is because Lilia pulled him into it, the other is because he genuinely feels slightly bad about it.

~ ♡ Sebek is fumming, too angry on Malleus' behalf to get pulled in to the hug.

~ ♡ If Malleus isn't pouting after having seen it, Lilia would be the only one to hug him. If he didn't see it all together, Lilia still hugs him and Malleus is just confused as fuck.

~ ♡ Yuu apologizes if he's pouting about it on their night walk.

☆ Someone put "touch starved" on Azul's locker. His locker. And he, for the life of him, can't figure out who it fucking was.

~ ♡ Jade's good at lying, Floyd couldn't be bothered to figure out how the printer works, and the braincell trio are still scared of the octatrio. Yuu less so of Azul.

~ ♡ Spoiler alert! It was Jade! Yuu gave him the idea in passing.

☆ Someone put "sunshine" on Kalim's door and he's really happy about it.

☆ Ace wants to play Cupid.

~ ♡ If there's a couple that has really obvious chemistry, to him or to everyone, he's making a label saying "JUST KISS ___ ALREADY!" and sticking it to both parties things.

~ ♡ If he's doing it for Yuu and someone else, Ace is yelling at Yuu, and Yuu is yelling at him, all the while he's sticking labels on the other person's things.

"Ace, what does the other half of this say-""IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU TWO-" Or "Ace, what are you writing?" "Oh, it's ABOUT TIME Y'ALL FUCK!" "But you can't just write that and stick it on his DOOR!" "You gonna look at me and tell me I'm wrong?!" "..." "That's what I fuckin thought."

☆ Ace gets the silent treatment for a month, even if it works. Yuu is hella salty.

~ ♡ Deuce probably punches him once he hears about it.

☆ Ruggie tells them to put "lazy asshole" on Leona's door.

~ ♡ They do it. Kinda.

~ ♡ They write it and make Ruggie actually put it on his door.

☆ EVERY student in Scarabia wants them to put "Snake", or something mean on Jamil's door. Minus Kalim.

~ ♡ They're not still salty, nooooo! Where'd you get that idea? They totally got over the fact that Jamil made them stay at NRC during their winter break, putting them through hell in the desert, and trying to pawn it off as NRC's brightest boy's plan!

~ ♡ Real shit? Yuu is making bids. The highest offer gets to write/make the label and they'll stick it on one of Jamil's things.

~ ♡ If Kalim finds out about it, there's two options on what he's doing. He's either stopping the function normally, or he's becoming the highest bidder and leaving a compliment on Jamil's door.

~ ♡ No one can out bid him. Not a single one of his dorm members. And know Yuu is set for months.

~ ♡ Uses almost all of it to fix Ramshackle. And then bird brain finds out about it, cause of the repairs, and takes the money that wasn't used for "causing a commotion".

☆ If someone writes "cute" or "adorable" and sticks it on to one of Epel's things, Ace is getting beat up.

~ ♡ Absolutely does not matter if Ace is the one who made it or not, he's getting the blame.

~ ♡ Spoiler, it was Yuu and Deuce. It is undecided if Ace knows if it was them or not.

☆ Leona either bribed the trio, or just took the printer, and put "creep" or "stalker" on Rooks door.

~ ♡ If he bribed them, Rook shot an arrow through the label as a warning before the trio could even stick it on.

~ ♡ They all kinda fear him, so they didn't try again.

☆ Ace put "zero to a hundred" on Deuce.

~ ♡ Not on his door or anything. Just...on him. Right on his forehead.

~ ♡ Meanwhile, Yuu sticks "himbo" on him. And on Silver's locker.

☆ Someone put "mega gamer" on Idia's door? It's unclear who.

~ ♡ Man doesn't care one bit. If, when he leaves, and notices it, he just goes "HA! Yeah!". Even if the culprit meant it as an insult, he doesn't know, and doesn't care.

☆ Ace is mean enough to think about putting "robo-bitch" on Ortho's door.

~ ♡ Lives in fear of the brothers, mainly Ortho, so he doesn't go through with it.

☆ I'd like to think he's into obscure-ish music, and he decided to label everyone with either a song title or lyric and almost nobody gets it.

~ ♡ Ortho would, after searching, and Idia might have like a 25% chance of knowing wtf this man wrote.

~ ♡ Some of them he means as an insult...most he means as an insult.

~ ♡ Cater and Trey have knowledge of, mostly, obscure trivia, shit that would get them the question of "why would you know that". It indirectly gives Ace material to work with. It also makes him look it up.

☆ His favorite person to bully with the labels is Riddle, because he doesn't have any knowledge that Ace stole the label printer.

☆ Also sticks a bunch of random ass tiktok memes to everyone's door, locker, or bag.

~ ♡ He's on a weird, cursed side of tiktok. Very, very few people get the meme's. The ones that do either laugh or go "oh shiiiiiiiit".

~ ♡ It's usually on Riddle, and any student that has overblotted, so it's almost always the "oh shiiiiiiiit" reaction.

~ ♡ Idia gets tamer shit. Shit like "shut it", "Walmart Hades" and it's almost always on his door. A couple times he stuck it on his tablet, just so Ace knows Idia saw it.

☆ The only people to get any sort of nice, or nicer, nickname/label would be Deuce and Yuu.

~ ♡ Also, sidenote, he would give someone a fuckin My Little Pony nickname.

~ ♡ He had an mlp phase at six, and still listens to some of the songs.

[captain-alex-grayson]

My y2k emo dreams when I was little was to have a room like those teen girls with all the posters and stuff papering their walls.

I think I'm finally achieving that in my room at 25 years old.

The Mulan poster is from my dad's best friend, my late uncle beaky. He gave it to me in a black frame that I promptly beat the shit out of. I replaced it just Tuesday and it makes the wall brighter and allows me to add more gold frames. My maternal Uncle (my favorite and only bio uncle) passed in April. He had this low quality Edvard Munch print in a frame, it's a canvas like paper modpodged onto particle board. I wanted a frame but it's 11 1/2 by 13 1/2 which is custom and I'm poor so I used sticky velcro on the wall. Looks good right there.

In my closet I actually removed what was stored up there because it was from when I was like 5 so I vacuum sealed the stuff and stashed them away to utilize the shelf for figures. We have a type writer that doesn't function and is so unkempt that it's not worth fixing so I'm tossing it soon. In front of it is the sour apple intellectual property waterparks vinyl I got with that AP bundle. Holding it up is a die-cast model car that I put together myself like 19 years ago. I've got a wonder woman 5 by 7 from denver fan expo a few years ago (kaela kroft art if yall like star wars that's what she's known for). Hidden behind the bunny is my coffin terrarium with owliver on top. Got a tiny lego cyberman in the closet too bc it doesn't bring joy. There are 3 rows of funkos on the bottom layer, the second almost goes 3 back across and the top only goes two deep. They are organized bottom left to bottom right: Rivers Cuomo (music) Party Poison Gerard Way (music) Sox (film) The Hex Girls (nostalgia). Middle left to middle right: Patrick Stump (music) Pete Wentz (music) Number Five (comics) Laid Back Inosuke (anime/manga). The top right to left: Viktor Krum (Film) Buckbeak (film) Severus Snape (memoriam). In front are flowers I have dried. I really like vintage ceramic decor and target has been feeding me so we got that cheeky lil guy. The box has some of Pinky's fur to keep him with me since he passed in January and the photo behind the box is of Pinky. Then there's my mad hatter hat being protected by the shittiest 2012 fashion choice a burgundy fedora bc Taylor Swift did it and so can I. I looked fucking dumb it is not wearable and I'm tossing it soon. I'll someday have details on my bookshelf but for now just know that I had a loft bed until 2016 2017 ish. So my dresser was under the bed and I had space for my desk bookshelf and storage chest. I didn't want to take my frames under my sconce down so the bookshelf went in the closet.

I started adding sentimental things to my wall above my desk when I was 15. It was small but as I went on vacations and to concerts with friends I started a collage wall. My mom made the puzzle and it's glow in the dark and also not glued together lmao. My white board has a reminder to wear black and an awsten knight sticker being held up by magnets. I actually used to have a full sized Sirius Black wanted poster and that magnet replaces it. There's a picture of me and my sibling Binket from my late uncle's house and a turtle magnet my mom got me. That picture of pinky is roughly near the spot he was on my loft bed when I took that picture. I like the art in red vines boxes so I kept that. The envelope was from my grams during lunar new year. The white envelope has some papers I made in high school that just live there now. That feesh! is a post card from Saga Japan and was given to me by a guest from Saga when I was in 6th grade. I've gotta replace that marvel poster with the updated one or I just have to take it down because it's not a full reflection of my comic interests any more. Underneath that I have texts from last night Borderlands edition, a Captain America vintage promo poster on printer paper with a pewdiepie duck stuck to it. There's a funny insta story from awsten knight to the left of Borderlands and Pinky in a halloween costume under that. We have a little Vaughn that is looking toward a Rhys. Rhys is to the right of the cap poster. Then there's a row of bands I need to see live. I have Da Vinci's Demons texts from last night from my high school locker with blink 182 and fob mixed in. Got a micro burrito and micro totoro with 3 concert tickets. And I'll stop there bc I'll post close ups later.

I custom framed my signed parx poster and Geoff's signature goes off the page so I'm gonna fight him. Next to it is Rawrly and Pohly's Silly Lillies Monet remix. Under is a picture of me and my mom and me and Bink then we have me and my dad. I also never took down my 2016 2017 Newt Scamander cosplay reference photos and a soda exploded and they just live there now.

My beloved posters. The Gotham one is new, batman is my favorite vigilante. The AC Unity trailers reminded me of Backstreet's Back (Alright) so I got the poster and that's the only AC poster they had bc it just came out. The Last of Us is from my first con. Back when Denver Fan Expo was called Denver Comic Con. I love this poster and it has never laid flat for me so I might be forced to frame it soon. Heath Ledger was my favorite Joker and the best fake Knight I had ever seen and this poster was an immediate snag. I got wall clings from when I worked at Hot Topic and Isabelle is my comfort character, I didn't realize how much I found peace when playing New Leaf until the Isabelle obsession started. Below all that and back at the beginning we have an old Lost Boys poster from when the film was released. It was my mom's. Next is the Duran Duran poster, also my mom's. The crusty DC poster needs either an update or a replacement I'm not sure yet.

Yes I have a tv tray in my room. Yes I have plans to fix that. No I haven't found a way to fix it my ps5 cord is too short. Also those crayons are from like 2001.

[anti-workshop]

SHAKY HANDS STICKER CLUB

Hey friends! I alluded to a big thing coming and THIS IS IT!

Patreon sucks ass but it's sort of the name of the game for fundraising things, and we need to raise funds, so here we are!

Do you like stickers? Do you like buttons? Do you like queer leftist shit as well as unique pieces of art you can adhere to the world or wear on your person? Please join our sticker club! You get stickers every month and maybe button/s if you want!

Check it out here -> STICKER CLUB

Also! More short designs will be coming soon! So stay tuned!

Read more below if you wanna know why we're doing this. Warning, it's long and sort of sad.

We started screen printing from one of our basements in 2020. It was, needless to say, the worst possible time to try and start a business. We barely survived and were able to move into the basement of the Milwaukee IWW's new union hall so we could all split the rent and make it affordable.

That was back in 2021. We were still struggling, but through word of mouth we got jobs and kept the lights on. We weren't really able to pay ourselves, but we all had second or third jobs so it was (mostly) fine.

We printed from that basement for about a year (and I hit my head on the ceiling and doorways hundreds of times) when a fellow wobbly and co-op enthusiast invited us to join his co-op as a DBA (doing business as). He sold us on the idea by offering to subsidize our workers' comp, general liability and book keeping expenses so we could try and grow sustainably. After some meetings we agreed to join as a DBA and we put our faith in this fellow worker whose intentions seemed pure and generous. We'll call him G.

Throughout the co-op's history some of our worker-owners' personal lives have been pretty chaotic. Working multiple jobs is stressful enough as a lot of you know, and so is navigating the continued stress of covid, having kids who are dealing with being bullied for being trans, all of us having major depression, adhd, etc. etc. We relied on each other, kept the lights on and just forged ahead, but there were some jobs that we delivered late or very late because of the chaos. G was understandably frustrated by these setbacks, as was I.

Because of the chaos, for about 5 months I was literally the only person working at the shop, performing literally every task from emails to quotes and mockups to invoices to pre-press, press, post-press and fulfillment. The Goncahrov shirts y'all purchased literally paid our rent, and I cannot thank you enough for that.

Then a fellow worker we'll call Z joined the co-op and saved my life. Z is amazing and I love him and owe him so much. He and I just kept at it and did what we could to care for our fellow workers who were struggling while away from the shop.

For about a year we've been trying to get an equipment loan to improve our processes because our little 4-color press and our flash and conveyor dryers suck ass. They're functional, extremely difficult to use, and they make our final product inconsistent and screen printing is a nightmare on them. It was all we could afford so we made the best of it and pursued a loan from a really cool cooperative lender that lends to other co-ops.

After a year of paperwork, making reports of our revenue and costs, analyzing our processes to improve them and show we were a viable business, they finally granted us the loan! We got a new press, better dryer, more screens and an incredible water-based digital printer/plotter combo that allows us to do stickers and decals and banners and buttons and other cool shit like that.

While we were applying for the loan, we were also pursuing a Collective Bargaining Agreement with the PPPWU (formerly the GCC) because we would be the only worker-owned co-op in our region (and maybe the US) to have the allied label, the most coveted union bug for printing. The local president was amazing to work with and we finally got awarded our union label and started paying dues.

It was around the time we began seeking the loan that G was doing and saying things we were a little confused by. He unilaterally fired two worker-owners in his co-op after months of mediation on my part to try and address interpersonal conflict. It's my fault for not seeing the writing on the wall then, but because he had done so much to help us, we justified his actions to look past our concerns.

Then, when those workers were gone he started to get abusive in text threads towards me and the other print folks, and we still looked past it because he had a lot going on in his life and that kind of stress can bring out the worst in anyone.

Well, a few weeks ago it came to our attention that we don't own our print co-op anymore, and we functionally stopped owning it once we signed on as a DBA. We thought we were all worker owners, but it turns out only I am, because I paid in at the time when I had the money. The abuse has escalated to the point that Z has quit, leaving only me the original creator the our co-op who we'll call M.

We're sort of trapped now. We're on the hook for rent at the shop until 2025, as well as the payments for our $30k loan, in a business that's been swept out from under us by someone we trusted who has become toxic and plainly cruel in his treatment of us.

Despite the stress and never really paying ourselves, I've enjoyed learning water-based screen printing and making garments people actually wear! It's been amazing! As the anti-workshop, we've been able to fund programs for our local IWW, the local tenants union and the local pro-palestine, anti-war committee. That has felt so good.

We've made our space an extremely queer, worker-focused spot for folks to learn the ins and outs of design and printing, which I am so proud of.

We're still here. We're still printing. We need to raise the funds to buy our equipment back by paying off this loan, so we can stop being a DBA of G's co-op and be our own entity again.

Failing that, we'll see what happens.

[artemis-in-space]

I have a coworker who has kids that like one piece, so we get to talk about it every now and then, cause he knows surface level stuff and likes talking about his kids and the stuff they like.

Anyway, the other day I saw a sticker on a locker at work of this iconic moment from water 7:

and got excited and took a picture to show him. Turns out it was his locker.

Apparently his kids wanted some One Piece stickers, and when he went out to buy them he went "no, those are way too expensive" and just brought them a whole ass sticker printer instead.

So his kids now print their own anime stickers, and I thought that was so cool he offered to bring me some. So I have these 3 little stickers of that scene now cause his kids were so excited to give me them. I gave them cookies on Christmas cause we were both working it.

I love being a part of this fandom, and I love stuff like this, so I just wanted to share. Sorry I'm not that good at ending stories 😅

[pbandjesse]

I don't feel so great right now. I feel pretty overwhelmed with work and everything. But I was a lot more productive today after work. And hopefully since I didn't take a nap right after work I will be able to fall asleep early. I think that would help how I feel.

I didn't sleep great last night. I woke up a lot and just didn't feel very great. I woke up at 715 like I was supposed to. And I felt so dizzy and tired. James was sitting on the couch with Sweetp and looked so cute.

James promised me breakfast so I got dressed and felt pretty good after we got food. I was tired and not 100% myself but I was a little better.

And work was fun. My group was really late. But it was whatever. Kaitlyn brought us donuts. And I helped her make some prints. People wanted to know about our honeymoon but I was a little to tried to really be "on". I tried but I wasn't all the way there.

There was some confusion once we got the kids inside but whatever. I got an all girl group and they were awesome. We did start a few minutes late but it was fine, and I would make the time up. And the girls had great questions and I was having a really good time. Even if I tripped on my words a little bit.

I did get really frustrated after my tour though because the other half of my tour, lead by another educator, was late. And the overlap cannery area chairs has another group hanging out in them and I was very frustrated. I texted Jessica that my coworkers are going to give me an ulcer. And because of all of this my cannery started very late but I did my best and it wasn't my best A but it was fun at least.

After my cannery we had lunch and I got my scavenger hunt set up and went to steal stickers from James. Ended up talking to a lovely musuem guest about being a musuem nerd and where else he should check in our. Me and James both recommended AVAM. I hope he went because it's such a cool place.

The kids did an excellent job at the scavenger hunt and two groups got prizes. And then it was time for them to go.

Once they were gone I went to the back to sit down and catch my breath. Eventually I would go hug James on their walk to their lunch break. And then I spent some time at the front desk talking to Meril. Showing her all the pictures from our trip. And it felt so nice to share that with someone. And she made me feel very heard and that was really nice. She had to deal with a very needy person on the phone but I was just laughing at the distressed faces she was making as she tried to get this person to understand she was saying "es" and not "us" like the person was insisting. Very silly.

I walked to the car with Kaitlyn. And the I headed to the dollar store to look for stuff for my market table. And I had pretty good luck. I decided I would put my bears in popcorn containers. And I think it looks so cute.

I went home and started setting up my table and it's not perfect but I'm really happy with it. I also figured out a way to use my mini printer to possibly do on the spot mini drawing commissions. And that was really exciting. I also decided to work on my new sign. So I found some wood to spray paint on the fire escape. And then I decided to go for a walk.

I needed to go to Walgreens and get a new eyeliner. And as I was leaving Mr Will was there and it was so nice to see him!! We talked for a little bit. And then James was home and I said goodbye and be back soon to both of them.

I would get my eyeliner and a new gel moisturizer. Some candy. And then home.

I would work more on my sign. Which I am not photographing yet but I think is looking so good. And then got to work on my pressed flower frames I wanted to make this week. I also got more work done sewing down my knit edges from my look piece. I felt super productive and that felt really good.

James made us pasta for dinner. And while it was good I don't understand why pasta sauce always tastes weird and nothing like when I was a kid. Even when I buy the same brand my mom did. It's all just watery and boring. Just sucks.butbthe garlic bread was nice.

I started getting really really cold. No idea why. I took a bath but it didn't help as much as I hoped. At least I was clean.

Now I am in my new hoodie and cuddled up with Sweetp. And James is here and playing Zelda. All I want is a snack and to go to sleep.

I am at the museum tomorrow. And I hope it's a good day. I have more market things to do but I also just want to rest. Fingers crossed that it works out how I want.

Sleep well everyone. Be careful out there. I love you!

[cricutmaker]

What Can I Do With a Cricut Maker 3: Explore 6 Projects

Recently, I received a command on one of my previous blogs. In this, someone asked, “What can I do with a Cricut Maker 3?” After reading the comment, I wondered whether I had written something on it before. After extensive research, I found out that it still needed to be written, so I finally came up with this blog.

But before writing this post, I discussed it with my friend Jack, who is also a Cricut Maker 3 user. I asked him the same question I got in my comment. He advised me on a few Cricut Maker 3 project ideas that we can create using the Maker 3.

So, are you excited to explore these Cricut Maker 3 projects? Get into this blog and start searching for the idea that you like. I have mentioned the top 6 projects in this blog. Let’s delve into it to learn more.

1.  Large Vinyl Decals

Cricut Maker can easily help you get large-size decals. Let me tell you when I made this. I made this up on my friend Andy’s request. He recently bought his new home and wanted to do something for his wall.

He asked me, “What can I do with a Cricut Maker 3? Is there anything that you can advise me on? “As a beginner crafter, he needed something extraordinary, so he helped me make these wall decals. They look stunning! No?

2.  Personalized Vinyl Decals

Yes, you can also make personalized decals on Maker 3, as it is capable of making decals easily by cutting the material precisely. So, here is what you have to do: just install Cricut Design Space on your PC and start creating or editing the design on your Design Space app.

Then, just wait for a while; you have to perform the on-screen steps to choose the material. Finally, just cut the material as per your requirements on Cricut. Then, you are ready to go!

3.  Thank You Cards

Who doesn’t love the thank you message? So do I. Cricut Maker can cut a wide range of materials with different thicknesses. However, before making these cards, I was lost in my thoughts and thinking - what can I do with a Cricut Maker 3?

Thanks to my friends, who recently gifted me a platinum necklace. Since she doesn’t live here, I had to send her a thank you message to her. Hence, I created this beautiful card using my Maker 3. Can you see those green color cards inside those cutouts? That is nothing but an insert card. It also adds a creative touch to my crafts.

4.  Full-Color Stickers

A colorful sticker always looks amazing on a diary or journal. Doesn’t it? Look at those colorful stickers in the picture above. I made those using a Print Then Cut feature, which is easily possible with your Cricut Maker 3. Yes, if you still want to know what I can do with a Cricut Maker 3. Then look no further than such projects. Just use the simple paper and print your images using a compatible printer. Then, set up the materials on Cricut and start cutting it.

5.  Personalized Mug

Vinyl-based projects are my favorite, as they look fantastic when made. I made this mug as my first project on my Cricut Maker 3 last January, and today, I finally got a chance to mention it in this blog. I hope it will help you find the answer to your question: What can I do with a Cricut Maker 3?

But do you think only Cricut Maker 3 is enough for this project? The answer is No! You will also need a Mug Press to transfer the vinyl on your mug. However, Maker 3 is for cutting your design, not to transfer it to the mug.

6.  Custom Shirts

What about this vinyl shirt? Look at those intricate designs I made on Design Space. Isn’t that enticing? To me, it is wonderful! Try this and make it for your loved ones or yourself. You can create custom shirts in a few simple steps. You will need to create a design on Design Space and then send the command to your Cricut Maker to cut the vinyl. Lastly, I hope you find a satisfactory answer to the question: what can I do with a Cricut Maker 3?

Final Words

In this blog, you will find 6 Cricut Maker 3 projects that you need to make using a Maker 3 cutting machine. This robust machine has a versatile feature that lets you cut 300+ materials quickly without interruption. The precision and quality it offers for your project are just amazing. From large-size wall decals to personalized shirts, I have included many projects in this blog.

FAQs

Should I really buy a Cricut Maker 3?

Yes, you can buy a Cricut Maker cutting machine if you want to make projects that give you amazing results. If your crafting needs are high, then you must get this machine. This die-cutting machine can cut a variety of materials easily in a few minutes. Also, if you are a series crafter, you must try this machine. In my experience, it has been a worthwhile investment until now.

Can I print images using my Cricut Maker 3?

Cricut cutting machines are not made to print any images. They look quite similar, but instead of using ink cartridges to print, they have a built-in blade housing that cuts the materials. The capabilities of cutting the materials for Cricut Maker 3 are high, and you get very precise cuts.

Can I use regular paper in Cricut Maker 3?

Be it delicate paper or cardstock, you can easily cut them on your Cricut Maker 3 machine. However, you can make several exciting projects using this paper or cardstock, such as cards, home decor, gift tags, 3D boxes, banners, party decorations, flowers, and so much more.

For more information visit: cricut.com/setup Set Up Cricut Maker Cricut Design Space software cricut new product setup

Source: What Can I Do With a Cricut Maker 3

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I’m replying to asks because I don’t want to answer e-mais

this is tough... I have a hard time looking at my art objectively so I’m not sure which inking styles resemble mine. Like so much of it is not just in the sensibility and light/shadow choices but also in the... hand. How light or heavy of a touch etc. There’s definitely artists I’ve looked at when trying to figure out techniques and I can list a couple of those!

Chris Samnee

Tonci Zonjic

John Paul Leon

Matias Bergara

Jamie Hernandez

Huge fan of also: Alex Toth, Stuart Immonen, David Aja, Leo Romero, Sara Pichelli, Pepe Larraz, Kikuo Johnson, Bill Sienkiewicz, Paul Pope, Eduardo Risso, Daniel Warren Johnson, Lee Weeks, Chris Bachalo, and Frank Quitely. Oh and I’m pretty sure it’s multimedia but I’m obsessed with Alvaro Martinez Bueno’s work in Nice House On The Lake

Ok I think that’s all I’ve got off the top of my head.

He was just feeling in the moment LOL!! it’s ok klefki can float

@the-east-hunter​ Honestly? I want to. I’m kind of trying to get into printing more zines/booklets because I kinda draw too much to be selling prints.. I can never fit them all on my display and no one even wants big prints anyways like so many ppl at cons tell me they don’t have space on their walls or whatever. Also I hate shipping merch, i dont like drawing chibis for charms/stickers and theres no good way to mail posters... it’s easier to ship books at least domestically through media mail. BUT formatting books is kind of tedious I have a hard time even arranging my art into photosets yet alone books. I make more fanart than original art but I need to make a LOT of fanart for a specific fandom before a book feels worth it and idk how I feel about making a multifandom book. And printing them is tough. I don’t like using online printing services but I’ve been moving too often to have a local printer I go to for books.. ANYWAYS im just musing to myself but all this to say: yes, I want to but I don’t think it’s gonna happen anytime soon. In physical form at least. Please check out my itch.io for digital pdfs though

I think Jamie is funny. Love to see him. If I had his powers I would make pokemon real I don’t care about the consequences. YOLO, I guess.

These are just rly nice ;-; made my day. Thank YOUU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

[wonswondrland]

Memories Of Love

Trainee A’s JJ

♡ Summary: on y/n’s 16th birthday jj bought her a polaroid printer. she jumped up and down, giving the boy a suffocating hug to show her gratitude. she quickly got to work, printing out her favorite pictures from her phone and kept her special ones together in a small box with a heart sticker on the lid. she’s not entirely sure why she did this, but it felt right to her.

y/n wasn’t sure what love was as she was still so young. she was sure she would know as soon as she felt true love. and now, after spending so much time with jj, staring at the special polaroids, and cherishing every gift he gave her, she was starting to feel new emotions. she felt fuzzy and warm. she felt dizzy, drunk, euphoric. every time a touch or hug lingered, she thought she’d pass out. every time a quick glance or prolonged stare was caught from his gaze, she was overwhelmed with nervousness. she was almost certain she was in love. she stared at the polaroids in the special box, recalling all her favorite memories they captured…

♡ Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, basically a compilation of oneshots

♡ Warnings: mushy, gut-wrenching cuteness

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“jj~ahhh,” i whined while koala-ing his arm. “hmm?” he hummed, turning his focus to me “can i take pictures of you? you look so cute today!” i looked at him with wide, puppy like eyes. he sighed, giving in. “of course, of course. where? in the studio or?” “in the parking garage! they’ll come out so cool, i promise.” “the parking garage?” “yup! let’s go!” i grabbed his hand and dragged him with me. he laughed at my eagerness to take his pictures. truth be told, his heart was racing at your compliment. but was he going to show it? nah!

“what do you want me to do? like pose-wise?” “hmm.. just do whatever you want and i’ll just take a bunch of pictures.” he laughed a little as i raised my phone to take pictures of him. he normally wasn’t so shy but with you paying such close attention to him he just laughed awkwardly, not knowing what to do. “jj! just pose or something, please?” he laughed and started acting silly. i started to laugh along with him, taking plenty of pictures.

we sat in the studio as he scrolled through the pictures, seeing which ones he liked the best. i laid my head on his shoulder to see the pictures as well. “wow, these aren’t half bad.” “yah!” i shoved his arm as he laughed. “i’m only teasing,” he said while laughing. i pouted and looked back at the phone. he scrolled to another picture. “oh no, deleting thi-” “DONT YOU DARE JUSTIN JAY!” i said grabbing my phone. “HEY NOT FAIR! I HATE IT!” “noooooo,” i whined, “it’s so cute!!” he sighed in defeat. “fine, but don’t go posting it okay?” “okayyyy” i said smiling while looking back at the photo. 

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25% (Part One)

Summary: Neal added himself to a national bone marrow registry. He unexpectedly matches closely to a female cancer patient a few months later.

Word Count: 5,392

A/N: Requested by anonymous. This was a oneshot but it got too long so now it's a two-parter. Potential trigger warning of blood cancer, chemotherapy, and mention of hypodermic injections. Dr. Wilson and House are borrowed from House, M.D. Longer A/N at the bottom. Enjoy!

February 2010

“Peter, did you know that someone in this country is diagnosed with blood cancer every three minutes?” Neal asked, paraphrasing from the informational leaflet.

Peter, standing in the line just ahead of him, sighed sympathetically. “Yes, Neal, I read it, too.”

The thief looked back down at the trifolded pamphlet, reading the rest of it through a second time while the line slowly moved forward. Gift of Life adorned the top of each third of the cardstock. When the nonprofit had reached out to the businesses and organizations in Federal Plaza, the bureau had forwarded the notice to its New York agents en masse, and for the last two days, agents, as well as lawyers, clerks, police, and civilians, had been filtering through the queue to be tested. Neal had opted to go with Peter, not seeing any harm. Now, reading the leaflet he’d been given to ensure his consent was informed, he was altruistically glad that he’d come.

“White patients are almost guaranteed to find a compatible donor,” Neal read, tapping Peter on the shoulder to make sure that the agent was paying attention. “The odds go down for other ethnicities. This says Black Americans only have a two-in-three chance*.”

Peter’s sigh sounded more irritated this time. “I read the same thing you did, Neal.” He turned partway to talk more easily to his consultant while still able to move forward when the line did. They were almost at the front.

“I wonder why,” Neal thought aloud. “Have fewer Black people been tested? It could be their sample size. Maybe some demographics aren’t as willing to be tested.” Knowing the country’s history of medical abuse towards Black citizens, that wouldn’t be too surprising.

“It could be about genetics,” Peter answered, grudgingly curious.

Before they could theorize further, the line moved forward. A woman in scrubs wearing a paper mask over her face poked her head out of the small tent and gestured for Peter to come inside. Peter ducked in and Neal waited alone. Maybe a minute later, she stuck her head back out and gestured for Neal.

Inside the pop-up tent, a collapsible plastic table had been set up. One volunteer sat at the table, taking down information and using a small barcode printer to code information to the stickers put on samples. Beside the table were two milk cartons full of empty little vials, and a huge glass jar had nothing but long cotton swabs.

Neal wrote in his name, birthday, and contact information, then responded to a short checklist of yes or no questions about his medical history while Peter had his cheek swabbed. When he was done, he turned the clipboard back towards the volunteer. She took the sheet he’d used off the clipboard and then turned it back towards the table for the next donor. His handler was ushered out of the other side of the pop-up, and Neal took his place while the nurse sealed the vial shut and added the printed barcode sticker corresponding to Peter. She beckoned the next person inside, then turned to Neal.

He didn’t remember getting his cheek swabbed so roughly before, but at least it didn’t hurt. He wasn’t even supposed to stay until the sticker was on his vial, instead being shown the door (well, exit flap) by the nurse. Neal came back out of the tent into the sunshine and saw Peter had stopped to wait for him a few feet away.

“Done your civic duty for the day?” The agent checked dryly.

“Yeah,” Neal said, folding up the leaflet he’d been holding onto and putting it in his pocket. “Now that that’s over with I can get back to my foreign duties instead.”

“Ha! Maybe in 44 months,” Peter snorted, leading the way back to the FBI building.

July 2010

You’d known something was wrong since late March, when your pants stopped fitting. You hadn’t been worried then; it was just a sign you needed to make sure you were getting enough to eat. But then you realized you couldn’t remember the last time you’d woken up feeling refreshed. And then there was the brain fog that started crowding your thoughts out on bad days. None of these things would have concerned you alone, because everyone had bad days, and sometimes when you couldn’t sleep, you were tired, and it was hard to concentrate. Finally, the pain in your back started, and you realized too much was wrong at once to not go to a doctor. Two visits and a specialist appointment later, you had a diagnosis. Multiple myeloma.

And now this: it wasn’t getting better.

“I thought the chemo was helping,” you said, feeling sick to your stomach at the thought of cancerous cells multiplying and spreading, poisoning your body from within. And, worse, you’d just been making yourself feel and look like shit pointlessly because the chemotherapy wasn’t even helping.

“It was. The results were promising and we still aren’t seeing any signs that it’s moved to your other organs,” Dr. Wilson told you kindly. You hated him. Well, no. You hated coming to see him. His track record for giving you good news was pretty bad, considering he was the one who’d given you the cancer diagnosis in the first place. But he was one of the best oncologists in the tri-state area that you could get in to see. “But we’re also not seeing the cancer going away any more now than it was this time last month.”

It was just sitting there, festering. You squeezed your eyes shut so tightly you started seeing dark spots flashing against your eyelids, and then breathed in heavily and looked at the doctor again.

“Do I have any options?” You asked hopefully, battling the bone-deep tiredness that you felt both physically and mentally.

“I think, with your permission, it would be best to look at a more aggressive treatment,” Dr. Wilson said, reaching back over to his desk. When his patients came in, he often sat with them on one of the couches or chairs instead of being several feet away behind a table. He gave you one of those little thin hospital leaflets. Bone marrow transplantation.

“When we’re looking at this problem, there are two factors to consider.” Dr. Wilson explained patiently. “First, you’ve got the cancerous cells. We have to take them out of your body so they can’t keep replicating and, God forbid, metastasize. Second, you still need to have some cells to be healthy, so we need to make sure you have those.”

“But you can’t specifically take out only the cancerous cells,” you said dully, seeing where it was going. As if the leaflet hadn’t given it away already.

“No, we can’t,” he confirmed. “So in cases like this, sometimes our best option is to just… well, to weaken your immune system and kill off all of the cells in that area. No more cancer. A healthy donor supplies some replacement cells, and while your immune system is down, it’s more likely to accept the donated material. Those cells then replicate and offer a new supply of healthy, non-cancerous marrow.” Dr. Wilson locked his fingers and set his hands on his knee. “It’s not always fast to find a donor, and there’s always the chance your body will reject the transplant, even after everything. And, as you know, there’s no cure for cancer – you would be in remission, but you wouldn’t be cured.”

The moment he said remission, you knew that you were on board, no matter how apprehensive you still felt. Even in the simplified explanation he had given you, there were a few things you didn’t feel confident that you understood. But… to be cancer-free…

You wrung your hands nervously and, wanting to know what you were getting into, asked, “Will it kill me if it goes wrong?”

Dr. Wilson shook his head quickly. “That’s always possible, but it would be an exceedingly rare case. It’s an inpatient procedure. You’d stay here at least overnight and if there were any signs that your body was rejecting the donation, you’d have medical care immediately.”

“But my immune system would be shot,” you said worriedly.

“But in a sterile environment with doctors and nurses on call at all times, that’s not nearly as dangerous as it used to be,” he reassured you. “And the body is strong. It’s usually only three to four weeks before any chemotherapy patient is back to full immunological health.”

Biting your lip, you weighed the risks. Dr. Wilson seemed pretty certain that it was worth taking the risk to go ahead with it, and that those risks were relatively small. And the thought of not having this mutation sitting in your back anymore was incredibly tempting. Resisting it, you imagined, was like asking a recovering alcoholic to resist a Cosmo put right in front of them. Every day you felt unsafe and paranoid of your own body – the one place you could never actually flee from.

“When you say aggressive treatment…”

“It’s aggressive in the sense that we would be deliberately, albeit temporarily, shutting down your immune system. It won’t be pleasant for you, but it wouldn’t last very long,” Dr. Wilson offered. “And in that the transplantation process is inherently an invasive procedure. But it’s also a relatively low-risk one, given a close genetic match.” He lowered his head down to try to meet your eyes as you stared towards a crease on the knee of his pants. “Does that mean you’re considering the option?”

You nodded without thinking. Considering was the absolute least of what you were doing. “I want to do it,” you said.

It wasn’t like you weren’t signing up to be a chemo-weakened shadow of yourself for yearsjust for one longshot operation. You were signing up to feel like hell and be vulnerable in a relatively safe environment, and what sounded like a relatively minor operation. Having a needle put in your back, or even into your bones, was a far cry from the open-heart surgeries which were successful most of the time. Maybe your judgment was skewed, but there was little you wouldn’t do to put yourself in remission. Even if it wasn’t permanent, it would be worth it to have your normal life back for a little longer.

“Oh – okay.” Dr. Wilson blinked and sat up straight. “Alright. The first thing we do is find a donor. Once we find one, and they’re willing to go through the donation process, then we begin the more intensive prep work. Until then,” he said, standing up from the chair and going back to his desk. The oncologist grabbed a pen and made a few notes for himself while you listened, daring to look up hopefully and track him with your eyes. “You stay on your current treatment plan. Not getting better’s frustrating, but for now, we know you’re not getting worse, and you’re still able to function.”

That was debatable. Some days were worse than others. You decided not to point that out. The glumness you normally felt about it was absent now as you grew excited. This was happening. You were going to get better!

“For that donor,” the doctor said, turning back around to you and sitting on the edge of his chair. “Do you have any living biological relatives?”

… Oh. Nausea slammed into your stomach and your heart dropped. You hadn’t thought about that. About what it meant when he’d said that you’d need to find a close genetic match. The sun shining through the huge, clear windows felt horridly inappropriate; you expected and wanted to be swallowed up by the dark.

“I’m sure I do,” you said quietly, “But I was adopted. I have no idea who they are.”

Dr. Wilson’s smile had fallen in concern when yours had, but then he started to give you a reassuring smile. “That’s okay,” he said swiftly, seeing how your mood had changed. You raised your eyebrows skeptically. “We’re not matching DNA, we’re matching protein markers. Siblings are only about 25% likely to be a match, anyway. There are massive donor registries that cover the entire country. Your odds aren’t too bad. I’m going to send an order to the lab you go to.” He uncapped his pen to make more notes to himself. “They’re going to do a blood draw, and when they do, you’re going to have to sign authorization forms for them. With your consent, they’ll submit your sample to the biggest registries and contact me when they find possible options.”

You tentatively started to smile. “When,” you repeated after him quietly. “I really hope you’re not just trying to make me feel better.”

The blond man looked at you seriously and promised, “I would never mislead you about your medical situation. I think you should be optimistic. I’ll let you know when I have an update for you on your search, and if nothing comes up in the next month, then I’ll see you at your regular time.”

August 2010

If Lauren was allowed to doodle angry little sharks in the margins of her notes during meetings, then Neal strongly believed he should also be allowed to multitask. Judging by the fact that Peter confiscated Neal’s phone during their latest meeting, the agent felt differently.

Peter gave it back to him with a scolding order to pay more attention next time. Neal looked as apologetic as he could in the face, while in the eyes he made sure Peter could see he wasn’t contrite at all. It wouldn’t do to have Peter thinking that Neal was so easily cowed about something so trivial, but performing the lip service had the best outcomes for him because no one else knew him well enough to read the defiance in his eyes. That message was only for Peter, and Peter couldn’t rebuke him for it.

During the meeting, he had missed a phone call from someone who wasn’t in his contacts. Neal returned to his desk while waiting for it to dial back and hoping it wasn’t a spam call. There was a chance it was Mozzie, though, or even Alex, so he couldn’t not call back.

No one picked up, but the answering machine piqued his interest. It was an oncologist. Instead of leaving a message, the artist opened up a new tab on his desk monitor and searched the man’s name. Google had a couple small articles on the guy. As of two years ago, he was working as a cancer specialist at a teaching hospital in New Jersey. He double-checked and found that the area code he had called from was a New Jersey number, so it seemed like he was still there.

Mozzie would only go to a doctor if he were literally dying, and he would only go to a doctor in New Jersey if he were half-dead and being escorted there against his will by someone else, so Neal knew that wasn’t it. Purely out of curiosity, he called back, and this time, he left his name and phone number on the answering machine, and added that he was more reachable in the afternoons.

A few hours later, his phone rang again. It was from the same number. Neal excused himself from his desk and strode quickly towards the kitchenette so that his call didn’t bother anyone who was working, and answered it quietly by the coffee machine.

“Is this Mr. Neal Caffrey?” A man’s voice asked on the other end. “This is Dr. Wilson from Princeton-Plainsboro. I tried to call this morning.”

“Yeah,” Neal said vaguely to both. “You’re speaking to him. Can I help you?”

“Not me, specifically,” the doctor answered. “Do you remember registering with Gift of Life this past February?”

Neal blinked. That had been so long ago, and so much had happened since, that he’d all but forgotten about it. After he’d gotten home that evening, he’d looked up more information and found out that most donors would never be the closest match to someone looking for a donation. The thief had put it out of his mind and worried about the more important things on his plate, like corrupt OPR agents, his girlfriend’s murder, and how quickly he was going to be released from prison a second time.

“Yeah,” he said again. “I remember. Am I a match?” He couldn’t think of any other reason he’d be getting called.

“I have a patient whose HLA markers are a close match to yours,” the doctor told him. “If you’re still willing to be a donor, would you mind coming to the hospital for more thorough testing?”

He’d been through so much ugliness in the last couple of months that the idea of saving a life, even by something as passive as holding still and getting stuck with a needle, felt like it satisfied a mellow desire in his chest. He couldn’t save Kate, the one he’d desperately wanted to save, and he was gradually coming to accept that. But he knew that Kate – his Kate, at least, the one she’d been before she left – would’ve agreed to such a request in a heartbeat, and maybe this was a way to honor her.

Except that hospital was about 50 miles out of his radius.

Neal looked down at his right ankle and the lump under his trouser leg. “I actually don’t have a way to get to Princeton,” he said remorsefully. Even if Peter were willing to drive there, and he may have well been, the US Marshals would have had something to say about them taking a personal trip out of state, no matter what their intentions were. “Would it be possible to do that testing in Manhattan?”

The answer was absolutely. Dr. Wilson told him that compatibility testing could be done and transplantation performed from any medically licensed facility, and that his patient was willing to travel to said facility. Neal felt a sympathetic pang about that. Who wouldn’t be willing to go fifty miles out of their way to help themselves survive? If it were his health in jeopardy, he’d cut his anklet and run for it if that’s what it took to prolong his life.

On Tuesday morning, Peter picked up Neal and drove him to the hospital, carrying a messenger bag with cold cases to review and a deviled ham sandwich to eat for lunch since they’d taken the morning off. Peter didn’t even complain about the lost time once Neal said what he needed to go to the hospital for, and again, the artist was comforted by the knowledge that he was friends with genuinely good people. A part of him hoped their goodness would rub off a little bit more.

The longest part was having to wait to be checked in and taken back, but it wasn’t a short time in the office, either. Neal had to answer detailed questions about his medical background, and a doctor came in quickly to perform a routine physical and ensure that he was in good health. The nurse explained that, although they were only collecting blood to compare his protein markers to the anonymous patient’s, they liked to make sure that anyone they tested for compatibility would be healthy enough to go through with a donation process. If they weren’t, then it was a waste of everyone’s time to collect his blood. He saw the logic and signed a release permitting his history, evaluation, and blood results to be sent to Dr. Wilson at the Princeton-Plainsboro hospital.

Finally, a nurse came to draw his blood. “Last step and then you can leave,” she told him helpfully. “You’ll be contacted again if your HLA typing matches the donee closely enough to satisfy her doctor.”

“Her?” Neal asked curiously. He had assumed he was going through the process to donate to a man, although now that he thought about it, there was no real reason he’d thought so.

The nurse nodded. “The patient’s a woman with multiple myeloma. Blood cancer,” she added at Neal’s inquisitive look. “And based on the initial comparison, I’m hopeful you’ll be a good match. We usually don’t see them so close, except in siblings.”

“Huh,” he said aloud. Neal didn’t consider himself to be spiritual, but Kate would have seen that as a sign.

She took his blood quickly, having done it to other patients hundreds if not thousands of times before, then stuck a piece of gauze on his arm and a band-aid on top of that. Before he knew it Neal was being seen out of the room so it could be sanitized for someone else to use.

“How did it go?” Peter asked in greeting once Neal re-entered the waiting room.

Neal showed him the beige band-aid on his arm. “They stole my blood. And you call me a thief,” he joked.

September 2020

When Dr. Wilson saw you at your regular appointment, you had barely held your tongue long enough to sit down before you asked if there was any luck finding a donor. Although the man didn’t answer you right away, you were unbelievably relieved by how he seemed to fight to keep the smile off his face and remain measured and professional. That was a good sign, and it felt like suddenly this lead in your lungs was evaporating to let you breathe easily for the first time in weeks.

“We still need some time,” the blond had told you, gently making sure you didn’t get ahead of yourself. “A promising match is only so much. We need to run more comparisons, make sure that the odds of a rejection are as low as we can make them with the potentials that we have.”

Curious about the plural form, you’d asked if you actually had multiple matches. Dr. Wilson had nodded slowly, watching your face carefully to make sure you understood his explanation. You’d had two potential matches come up in the Gift of Life registry. Both were theoretically close enough to work, but one of them was a significantly closer match than the other. Dr. Wilson had already reached out to both about further testing so that if the closer match refused, or wasn’t that good of a match after all, the time wouldn’t have been wasted.

Another two weeks, almost three, and you were back in the office early at the doctor’s request. The markers were in, and so was the donor’s physical workup. He was in good health and willing to proceed. He was just about all you were able to get out of Dr. Wilson, what with the HIPAA laws in place for a reason. He was a he, and he was in your general age range, and he lived in Manhattan.

The doctor moved the process along, while you did all the preparations you could for the procedure. You tolerated what felt like exhaustingly long chemotherapy sessions and felt like you’d been hit by a slow-moving bus after each one. Though you fell asleep quickly, you were also woken up quickly by anything from a queasy stomach to muscle soreness, and even when you slept through several hours, you didn’t feel very refreshed. Your body was being put through the wringer in a new way. You just kept telling yourself that it was for the sake of a life where you didn’t have to do this all the time.

You wondered what he was like. The donor, that is. In your head, you’d started calling him X in place of a name. Whose protein markers were so much like yours that he was quite literally saving your life, granting you four, five, maybe even up to six extra years just by taking some blows for you this week. Finally, on the day of your last chemo treatment before the transplant, you decided you had to at least try for some answers and stopped at Dr. Wilson’s office after your treatment was over. Fortunately, he was still in his office.

“Hey,” he said, getting the door for you and guiding you to a seat. You didn’t need the gestures, but you did feel fatigued, and you knew that his walking with you was as much about liability if you fell than about thinking you needed the assistance. “Hey. Are you okay? What brings you here this evening? Are you ready for tomorrow?”

“Very,” you replied confidently, clenching your fists around the hem of your shirt. The taxi company had already called to confirm the fare out to Manhattan in the morning. “I was just hoping… well, I mean, I know you can’t tell me. But I’d like to know who my donor is, and meet him, if he’s willing.”

Dr. Wilson tilted his head to you curiously. “There’s a waiting period*, of course,” he said slowly. “You have to be 30 days post-op, no indication of required further transplant activity. That keeps it clean in case we have to ask the donor to go through the process again.”

You nodded, disappointed but understanding. You couldn’t know who was saving your life until it had already been saved. Maybe you weren’t meant to know at all, and maybe that was the point of the registry in the first place: you didn’t need to know Donor X, just that they were a fellow human who cared enough to be a good Samaritan.

“But after the waiting period, I can share your contact information with him, and vice versa, if you both consent,” Dr. Wilson offered after you didn’t say anything.

You perked up a little. “Yes. I’d like that, when it’s allowed.”

“Okay.” The oncologist nodded to himself. “I’ll make a note, and if you can just remind me in one of your follow-ups-“

A wheezing sound came from the ajar door to the hall. The wheeze was so bad it sounded like a balloon was slowly squeezing out its air. Dr. Wilson looked over your shoulder, and you tiredly, slowly craned your neck to look behind you. A rubber chicken continued to make a low squeaking noise while it slowly reinflated.

Silence. You looked at Dr. Wilson to ask if this was normal, and he was speechless, mortified.

A second rubber chicken came rolling through the open door. Someone in the hallway was throwing them. This one landed further in the office and inflated itself faster, at the cost of the wheezy, squeaking sound being more high-pitched.

Dr. Wilson finally recovered his voice and awkwardly forced a laugh, standing up and fixing his tie to hang straight. “I’m so sorry about this,” he told you profusely, his face turning red.

Before you could ask what he was apologizing for, since you were still very confused on the entire spectable, a third rubber chicken appeared, this one held up at the side of the door at eye-height. A man’s hand was squeezed around its side, and one finger at the back of its neck made it bob its head forward aggressively. The man on the other side of the door bawked equally aggressively.

Dr. Wilson’s embarrassed blush turned into a pink-faced scowl of anger as he rushed around you and to the door to deal with the rubber chicken man. “What do you think you’re doing?” He yelled at the other person in a tight-throated stage whisper.

“Bawk?” The other guy asked, using his tone to convey his meaning while he made the chicken squeak. “Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk.”

“House,” Wilson said tersely, “I’m with a patient right now. I can’t deal with you.”

“Bawk,” the rubber chicken man – House – said. It sounded very accusing.

Your doctor must have thought so, too, because he paused, then came storming back into his office. He vehemently kicked both of the rubber chickens on the floor back out into the hallway, ignoring their wheezy screams of protest, and the judgmental, bawking cry from the rubber chicken man. Then the oncologist closed his door, hard enough that it made you jump, and kept a hand on it while he leaned to keep it closed, turning his body back to face you and forcing a polite, if nervous, smile.

“I – ah – what were we talking about?”

“Work friend?” You asked knowingly, making a face at the long, despairing bawk made on the other side of the door.

Dr. Wilson paused only for a second before he realized there was no point in pretending that hadn’t just happened. “Friend is a strong word,” he grumbled. “Right. Like I was saying. If you still want to share your contact information with the donor, I can pass it along after the mandatory waiting period has passed.”

You nodded in acquiescence, knowing you didn’t have a choice. It was for the best. Now you could put a pin in those worries about what Donor X would think of you and just focus on handling your fluttering nerves about the operation… and leaving without being ambushed by rubber chickens.

Meanwhile

Neal had lost track now of how many times he had rubbed at the injection site now. It already felt hot and swollen, and the itching and achiness hadn’t gone away since the second day after the regiment had started. To say he was relieved that it was almost over was precariously close to being an understatement.

He checked the clock again as the day slipped into the evening. The artist wasn’t usually such a clock-watcher, unless he was trying to agitate Peter by doing it very obviously during a boring meeting. It was just that the Filgrastim shots were draining. He still knew he wasn’t the one getting the short end of the stick – that would be the poor cancer patient he was donating marrow to, who was probably going through aggressive chemo today, if the Internet was right about her side of things. Knowing that didn’t make him physically feel any better, though, and he waited for the minutes to tick forwards until he could go home, put on his softest pajamas, and hide in the warmth of a tightly-tucked blanket.

Although Peter had asked without mockery in his voice, Neal hadn’t admitted to anyone that he was just a little nervous about the operation tomorrow. It was an outpatient procedure on his end, but it was still a procedure, and Neal hadn’t had any sort of medical procedure done on himself since some cosmetic dental work in his early adulthood. Afterwards, he'd be recovering in the hospital from the anesthesia, free of charge, until he was released in the late afternoon to go home. He knew the ins and outs as well as he could, short of going to medical school himself.

Thankfully, Peter was a nine-to-five man. Reliably, as soon as the clock hit five, Peter began to show the signs of packing up to leave. It took him a few minutes to get all of his last-minute boxes checked, but the agent was leaving his office with his coat in hand by ten after, and Neal stood up quickly in eagerness to go. He braced himself on his desk and hoped that the dizziness didn’t show too clearly.

The conman was losing some of his touch, he realized, when Peter stopped and asked sympathetically, “You need an Advil?”

It was beyond tempting, but Neal shook his head. He could manage the trip back to June’s. The doctor had said to take something if it became unbearable, but he could read between the lines and knew it was ideal if he didn’t have any drugs in his system come morning. Peter waited patiently while Neal collected his things, careful not to bend over or stand straight so quickly again. On their way out, the agent put his hand up on Neal’s shoulder while they waited for the elevator.

“You’re doing a good thing,” Peter stated gruffly. Neal chanced a look at the agent’s reflection in the shiny metal front of the elevator. Peter wasn’t looking at him, and was also smartly refusing to look in the reflection, too. The thief thought he heard what might have been pride in the older man’s voice.

“I know,” Neal said, resolutely not questioning how nice it felt to hear it from a source other than his own conscience.

~~~ ~~~

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Part two will be coming soon.

* This is a real, ongoing problem in American healthcare. Medical experts believe it’s a combination of what Neal and Peter both suggest; specifically, there is a much smaller pool of Black and African-American donors, and some doctors also believe that, due in significant part to the transnational nature of the slave trade, people who are Black may have comparatively more racially mixed genetic combinations, making it harder to find close matches.

Blood cancers include leukemia (common in children), Hodgkin’s lymphoma (common in adults), and a number of other variations, including multiple myeloma, as the reader has in this story. In addition to treating blood cancers, bone marrow donation can also treat some immunodeficiency disorders and aplastic anemia. If you haven’t already, and are in good health, please consider being added to a national bone marrow registry to potentially help save a life.

* While this is true, for the sake of the story I shortened the waiting period significantly. It is usually at least a year, according to the resources I could find online.

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Miniature Project: Happy Camper Caravan (Rolife)

Okay, here's the first project where I got really silly with it! I made a LOT of changes to the og Rolife kit; I made all the outside furniture from scratch, added an awning and a shelf and a fence, and even completely revamped the interior as well.

These official pictures show a little of the original kit's features:

The exterior was cute but the weird little signs and paper-based grass and BBQ weren't terribly inspiring, while the inside was just a few random kitchen elements with a printed floor and printed carpet. The bed was just a fabric platform (with a plate of fruit on it??) and the colors were mainly brown and yellow in contrast to the cute pastel exterior.

So of course I completely remodeled the caravan:

I used math paper to paint floor tiles and also hand-painted all of the wallpaper. The kitchen bench is painted with sparkly nail-polish for that Formica look, and I made utensils, a fruit bowl (from a cool button), a shelf of containers and cups, and of course a tiny camping fridge! The little stove is also a remodel, but I kept the tiny chopping board and fruit.

The 'bedroom' features a shelf of toiletries, comfy blankets and pillows, books, plants and a little postcard taken from notepaper.

I also added a little ivy-leaf mobile to balance out the composition:

(From the second picture there you can see the repaint of the og kit chair and a little pastel-themed handbag under the bench.)

The final touch was a little pile of camp activities on the bed:

By far the most work on the exterior was finding a suitable finish for the paintwork. I eventually settled on pink printer paper, painted over with a brighter pink acrylic paint, and finished with two layers of clear nail polish.

Also time consuming was creating the base; the kit just came with a printed grass cutout and some plastic moss powder. I added gravel under the caravan (as most campsites might have), larger pebbles and plastic grass strands, dried grass and plants that resemble lilies and harakeke, often seen in the wilder areas of Aotearoa. The mat is cut from a place-mat.

I also made a cool wire-and-post fence! I only really had access to that thicker wire at the time, so its not completely to scale, but it looks amazing anyway.

Here are some details~!

On the roof-rack we have plenty of luggage and a guitar, and I added a towel (and improved the rack as it sat too high on the og kit),

Whoever lives here is prepping for a hike and a picnic! They have their retro ipod, maps (printed from real pamphlets found online), headphones and of course a picnic basket with snacks and sunnies.

Plants decorate the flat surfaces outside. I made the shelf from scratch as the kit came with a weird brown table thing that I didn't like. I also used the shelf to make an extra light for the outside, as the kit only had the one light on the inside. The lantern is a plastic straw large enough for the LED with a cardboard cuff and a button on top.

The BBQ area is a little under-decorated, mainly because I ran out of ideas for this area. I have some plans to finish it with some BBQ tools and crockery. Proud of the tiny jandals, though!

A big kitty at the back, alongside the revamped bumper. The plate comes from some travel-themed scrapbooking paper (ignore that its from colorado lol). The cat was found at the thrift store, badly worn and covered in stickers (someone had tried to turn him into a pendant!). I cleaned him up and painted in some details - now he's the campsite cat~ (of course in real life, all cats should be kept inside for their own safety and for the conservation of local wildlife)

Peeking in through the windows! And the door:

So yeah, while I do have a few more ideas to keep adding to it, I'd say the Happy Camper kit is just about finished!

The kit makes a great starting point for a more advanced project, but I didn't use much of the original furniture or even the smaller elements. Overall this was an amazing project for me because I love camping So Much (I have like five lego campervan kits lol) and I just had so many ideas as I was making it.

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Hey, Frenchii! I hope you're holding up okay; I was reading and got curious and worried about you feeling so down about selling your plushies of Junior; Really cute btw!! When I searched more, I found out why; And personally don't understand the Others words. It may be related to Undertale, but only in a Fan area; Underswap is a community shared passion, and so long as you don't use any terms of Undertale; Names, logos, etc... Then you are fully in your right to do what you wish or see fit! Stay Awesome, Frenchii; Your plushies are adorable! ♥ And many are extremely happy to take one of your heart felt creations home :)

it’s okay though! honest!

Thanks anon, the situation was completely unnecessary tbh but I still stand by that I didn’t violate tobys rules, everything I create and tag especially the plush was all labeled “underswap” and even called it “a junior plush”, junior is my interpretation of the swap sans variant, titled it unofficial, etc.

the aus are not under the same copyright claim category as actual undertale which is actually trademarked unless they made a rule in addition to the aus but they didn’t, and my stuff does not disturb or complete with the actual official merch nor am I claiming it as official merch, nor am I mass producing it, I’m not a jerk like that. If I wasn’t aware of said rules I would’ve kept my redbubble up but that’s a rule that’s on tobys list and I followed it.

I’m not gonna let someone, who isn’t Toby btw, talk to me like I made a mistake when I didn’t. which is why the last of my au lads that I’m going to do as a plush is gonna be paps. cant have junior and not have paps join in.

once that’s done, there won’t be any more plush projects. ^^

I am gonna at some point purchase myself a printer so I can print and cut out some of my sticker designs later on probably somewhere around a Black Friday sale haha. I always wanted to cut out my own stickers!

and I wanna learn how to sew later on!

But other than that, it’s fine! I didn’t wanna cause a fuss! I gotta move forward and mind my business while being respectful to Toby! I’m glad some of you who purchased junior, gave him a new home….it makes me happy because that’s all I want tbh and thanks for the support! let’s all just be friendly with one another and keep being awesome ok? 💕