#and a small Kmart

[eerycurlew53]

When you’re all excited for summer but when summer actually comes you have no idea what to do because you live in a small town where the only entertainment people do your age do is drugs.

[mwagneto]

you people have no fucking idea how good you have it. first of all you have stores that are open 24/7. second of all you have stores that sell slushies like there's just a slushie machine. at the store. and you can fill your own cup with it which btw costs the same as in hungary but is 3 times bigger. third of all those two are the same store

[nachos4131295]

Stripes (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

[britishchick09]

rolfe: "i think it's stupid to wear something like a spaghetti strainer!"

also rolfe:

*would literally tape a mini fridge to his head!* ;D

[scoongleboongle]

aheem heem.... i am but a small horse thing...

feat @mininuke3192-blog and @eggespinator

[countesspetofi]

My sister has the Kitchen Center on the right. I'd steal it from her if I had a place to hide it.

[noffy96]

Old Moon & Dazzle fic

Do i love the 'Sun hopefully adopts Dazzle' headcanon. Yes to bits, But If he is. Then Dazzle get's a whole new family. And I wanted to explore Moon's side of that for a small bit. So here you go.

Uncle Moon

Word count: 2,510

Chapter 1 ( Complete)

Summary

“Hey, you alright?”

Dazzle shook her head,

“I-i know…it’s late…and I am not…supp- supposed to be awake. But…But”

He stopped himself from taking another step closer, as she ducked her head down. More tears were obviously falling.

“But…I…I..is…Is Sun home?”

or

When Sun is out grocery shopping, Moon finds Dazzle, who has just woken up from a nightmare and looking for Sun. Is he gonna be able to handle this on his own

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He blinked open his eyes with a groan. He had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for his brother. With Dazzle and Jack moving in, the need to buy groceries had increased dramatically. His brother of course had plans to buy some food, but a portal malfunction had sent them both away for most of the day.

They just didn’t have the time to do anything else, But they would still need the food in the morning with his own increased appetite as well as Dazzle’s growing one. Sun said he would just do some bulk shopping now at the weird kmart that was always open. So they wouldn’t have to come back for a few days.

He had just been waiting up, maybe a little bit paranoid about his brother's safety with the portal shenanigans happening today. But he was gonna do better and not demand that he stay. It would make Sun feel better and not do something stupid like sneak out. And this way, someone was home with Dazzle and Jack as Lunar was out dealing with something astral-related.

He heard a creak of stairs and he sat up straight, wondering if that was what woke him up in the first place. Switching on his old security programming. Getting off the couch as softly as possible so it didn’t make a sound. He tried to sneak towards the stairs.

That was until he heard a soft quiet sob. As he quickly shut the protocols off, his chest filled with a whole new kind of dread and softly called out.

“Dazzle?”

He heard a soft gasp that confirmed his suspension, So instead of being quiet, he made sure the bells on his outfit let out a little ding as he approached, as he turned the corner and saw the little animatronic deer halfway down the steps. Holding onto the bannister tightly. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears. Along with the signs of tears tracks.

His chest clenched harder. Old protocols long abandoned and unused were trying to make him run towards her. Scoop her up and soothe her. To calm her down. He fought them down, not wanting to scare the poor kid.

He grabbed the bannister pole.

“Hey, you alright?”

Dazzle shook her head,

“I-i know…it’s late…and I am not…supp- supposed to be awake. But…But”

He stopped himself from taking another step closer, as she ducked her head down. More tears were obviously falling.

“But…I…I..is…Is Sun home?”

She changed her sentence, and fuck if the whole scene. Had not already shaken at his cold heart, to hear her so brokenly ask for his brother certainly did it. There was another sob

“I knocked on his door, but he didn’t answer….and then I went in to see if he was sleeping. I know I sho-should wait..bu-but…I was scared..and I just…”

Her hands let go of the railing and started scrubbing her eyes and sobbing. Before he knew it he was up the few steps to reach her, crouching down in front of her.

“Hey, now. You did nothing wrong, Dazzle. Why were you scared?… Did you have a bad dream?”

Dazzle nodded

His fans vented out some air of relief. Happy it was nothing more serious.

“Sun should be home soon, wanna sit with me and wait for him?”

Maybe he should tell her it was okay. Or find out what the dream was. But Sun was better at handling that sort of stuff. He could put kids to sleep. But…he hadn’t done so in a very, VERY long time. And besides he didn’t want her to feel bad for trying to seek help. He’ll ask Sun how to handle this in the future if it happens again.

For now, he could at least distract her.

“R-really, I am not in trouble…for being up after bedtime?”

He shook his head, and gently reached out for her hands taking them away from her face and squeezing them softly

“No, of course not. Why don’t we watch something, hmm? Anything you want, While we wait.”

He gently encouraged her to move down the stairs, and they slowly made their way back to the couch he had initially fallen asleep on.

“Could we watch Bluey? “

“Of course, we can Dazzle,”

“And you are not gonna ask about my nightmare?”

“That is up to you if you want to tell me, but I think you'd rather tell Sun first right?”

Dazzle made a little hum. As she climbed onto the couch he turned on the TV. He grabbed a blanket that was tossed over one of the chairs and warped it around her. And she blinked at him, surprised.

“No reason to be cold while waiting, Is there an episode you want to watch?”

He asked her as he turned on their TV and navigated towards the streaming service he thought held Bluey…he hoped he had remembered it correctly.

“The one where they call their cousins on the tablet? I think it’s pretty funny. Muffin reminds me of Jack sometimes”

He laughed at her remark, and he was happy to see the corners of her mouth move up slightly too. He nodded as he sat down scrolling through the shows,

“And Dazzle?”

“Y-yeah?”

“If there is anything else you want, just ask, okay. I’ll do my best to get it. No problem”

Dazzle went quiet, and he let out a little sigh of relief as he saw the show pop up. He sat back on the couch again,

“Moon?”

He paused before pressing play and turned to face the small deer. There were still some tears in his eyes, and she looked a bit unforgettable. As if scared. Soothing out his voice the best he could

“Yes, what is it?”

“Can I…can I sit in your lap so…so that..so that I know I am safe from the monster”

The question almost made him feel like he got slapped in the face. But he was somehow quick enough to answer her with a calm tone.

“Of course you can.”

He shifted back more, and after some awkward bit of shuffling, he was holding the deer animatronic to his chest. One arm wrapped around her middle to keep her secure, as he pressed play to start the show.

He had planned to just absentmindedly watch the children's show. But right now his thoughts were more focused on Dazzle. She had clearly taken a shine to Sun, people having already joked here and there. That his brother had basically adopted her and become a parent.

Sun also didn’t seem to deny this statement. But would correct people if they called him her father. If he knew his brother, that was because he didn’t want to replace her actual father. Who might still be out there. Even if he never knew what had become of his daughter. Sun wouldn’t want to take his place.

In the time that Dazzle had been here. They had gotten closer too, not strange as they lived together now. But he didn’t think she trusted him this much. He was still kind of a stranger to her.

She listened if he asked something, but he didn’t think she trusted him like this. Of course, it was because Sun was not here. But still. He was doing something right at least if the kid didn’t hate him.

As the episodes went on, Dazzle slowly went from still crying a bit, to being calm. occasionally laughing at the show but still feeling quite tense. Whatever her dream had been, it clearly was still on her mind.

Slowly ever, so slowly he raised his free hand and started to calmly run it over her back in a soothing motion. Dazzle let out a purely mechanical chirp, which he responded to in a soft croon. And with every swipe, he felt Dazzle lean more and more against him.

He tilted his head down and saw her slowly close her eyes. Slowly nodding off. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. If he should let her fall asleep or keep her awake. Either way, he’d tell Sun what had happened. IT was scratching an old itch somewhere deep in his code though, seeing her fall asleep.

The show stopped playing with a ‘Are you still there’ message appearing on screen. Then suddenly, from deep inside his chest, a soft lullaby started playing. It surprised him, he didn’t think he’d still have the music box installed in his chest.

But Dazzle didn’t seem to mind, slowly seemingly falling into a deeper sleep. As he tugged the blanket around her more securely she mumbled something.

“Go to sleep kid, I’ll keep you safe until Sun is here”

“Okay, thank you, Uncle Moon”

His eyes widened, as he pulled the air across his fans in a gasp. Dazzle falling into a deeper sleep. He tried to think, tried to process. But all he could do was stare forward,

UncleMoonUncleMoonUncleMoonUncleMoon

Repeating over and over again inside his head. He had never been anything other than a brother. And that he had screwed over big time. He was still repairing his relationship with Sun. Lunar was still distant from him and was still in the process of getting to know Earth.

So too have this new title, suddenly thrown in his lap. He wasn’t sure what to do with it. He moved to keep gently stroking the child's back. Maybe…maybe it was a good thing. Something to start completely clean.

A relationship he didn’t need to repair or start over. Or attached to the baggage of his other self. No…he could be an uncle. He would be the best damn uncle there was.

He heard the front door open, and his brother struggled with dragging in the groceries. But the second Sun spotted him he left the bags in the foyer to come closer. And he could hear the cameras go off behind his eyes.

He raised his eyebrow at him, but considering he did the same when Dazzle stayed the first night. He supposed he couldn’t complain. He texted his brother so as to not wake Dazzle with their voices.

‘She just fell back asleep, nightmare, was looking for you’

His brother's emotes went through several different ones, not being able to settle onto one. As he slowly moved closer.

‘Jack not here?’

He got a text back, and he sent a shrug emoticon back. As Sun stood beside them, adjusting the blanket around Dazzle onces before pulling back

‘Did she say anything about the nightmare’

He carefully shook his head

‘Only something about a monster when she asked for me to hold her’

Sun let out a soft crooning noise,

‘We’ll see if she remembers when she wakes up, anything else?’

He hesitated for a brief second. Not sure what he should say, but he needed Sun’s opinion on this as her primary caretaker.

‘She called me Uncle Moon’

Sun let out a soft gentle whirr as he hesitated to meet his brother's gaze.

‘I’m not surprised’

Was the text he got, and heard Sun let out a nervous chuckle.

‘If you don’t want her to call you that, you can ask her to stop’

‘NO’

He texted back a bit too quickly and he saw Sun basically whip his head around to face him. As his face started to glow lighty feeling embarrassed.

‘I’m okay with it, just wondering if you were’

Sun moved his hands around like he did when he was spluttering and having a hard time getting his thoughts out. Eventually, he got a text

‘Not really up to me…it’s her choice’

He gave his brother a stare, the same one he always did when he felt like his brother was understating how much he meant to Dazzle. And how much the little girl had grown on his brother as well. He wasn’t lying when he told Sun that he was a good parent to the children he took care of. Not only in the daycare.

He got why Sun hesitated to take the title of Dad. But as far as he was concerned. Sun was her parent. And Sun, despite his nerves knew this too and took that role seriously.

Sun faltered slightly before letting out a deep sigh.

‘I have nothing against it. Just be sure to fulfil that role as best you can'

He felt a slight pang of hurt at the text. Knowing how much he still had to make up to Sun for. That his brother was at least a little bit afraid he might hurt her as he did him.

‘I have every intention to, could you maybe later teach me how to better handle it if she gets a nightmare again?’

‘I think you did pretty good Moon, if she fell asleep on you’

He gently stroked Dazzle’s back once more who had been sleeping soundly but he could still feel that she was not as relaxed as she could have been.

‘I think that was more exhaustion, I think she’d been crying longer than it took her to get out of her room. I wish I could have calmed her more before she fell asleep. Cause it doesn’t feel like she’ll get a restful one’

Sun nodded with a sad expression.

‘Okay then, I see what I can do…I’ll put the groceries away now’

He gave a nod and listened to the sounds his brother made as he put everything away. As well as focusing on the quiet breaths of the animatronic in his arms. She twitched once and he made some soft shushing noises. Glowing again as he realised that his music box had still been playing.

But now that Sun was home, he felt something relaxed inside of him. His own eyes fell shut once more, Sun bustling becoming a background noise. He didn’t realise he was falling asleep. Until he felt the click of a charging cable being put into the back of his head. With another quiet click, he assumed the same was done to dazzle. There was something being wrapped around his shoulders and he felt too warm and toasty to open his eyes again.

The couch dipped slightly beside him. A hand softly squeezing his shoulder gratefully, as he heard Sun murmur something softly to Dazzle he couldn’t understand.

‘Thanks, Moon, for taking care of her’

Came a final text, and he couldn’t help the odd sense of pride at it.

Seems he had gotten a niece. hah…A niece. Never thought that would happen. He squeezed her a bit closer. He was gonna be the best damn uncle he could be. He didn’t have to worry. He was sure his brother would help him. He wasn’t gonna fuck up another family relationship.

He felt Sun’s head hit the edge of his shoulder, seemingly having fallen asleep himself.

They got this.

He was sure of it

[newtonsheffield]

I think an insane amount about the time I was in my school’s production of Annie (unnamed orphan number 9) and the kid who was playing Sandy would not stop banging on because he was a named character. And the rest of us were just the chorus.

Sir, you were wearing several rugs from Kmart! Crafted I’ll admit, very skillfully, into a dog costume 😂😂😂😂 But he had a mic, and I did not. All I had was a small dance feature in hard knock life.

[doomfungus]

Ohkay here's my theory that nobody asked for:

So the problem I keep having is that of textiles. Where are a thousand war boys getting functionally matching pants and scarves? I'm going to say they are not relics from before the Fall, when someone with an odd amount of foresight raided a Kmart. They'd be looking like the rags the wretched wear within a few years at most, IF they ever change them, which I doubt. (Yikes). Their red and black scarves would have to be dyed to match each other, at least. And the wives' gauzy robes? Where did they get those?

Meanwhile I've seen the question raised about how the fuck Furiosa survives as a woman in the Immortan's military, which is pretty fair. I do kind of have a problem with nobody looking for her when she escapes from Rictus and some new kid shows up, and they don't make the kid a war pup, but something adjacent, BUT I do think that once she reveals herself and Jack takes her on, she's probably fine after maybe a few annoying conversations. I think she's like a woman pirate – she's tough as hell, has a loyal crew, she probably does get fucked with some, but that's not the point of the story - this is her legend. But this woman pirate lives within an apocalyptic roman empire, where they don't even talk about women in favor of bloodsport, chariot races and begetting sons - that we don't see them is telling of the world they live in. My point being, the women are there. Furiosa, a few pretty girls, and a small handful of others are not the only women at the citadel.

Someone grows flax, spins it and weaves delicate garments for Joe's wives. Someone makes clothes and dyes scarves, someone mends war boy pants. Someone takes special care for someone she likes and steals glances at him when he's heading out to do war, someone's heart is broken when he doesn't return. Someone's son is made a war pup and her friends console her - it's for the glory of the Immortan, after all. The women are there, living their lives in the background, but, much like in our own world, their stories just haven't made it into the history books.

[iinsertblognamee]

cheers to 20, have a tattoo

summary ― you got your first tattoo

pairing ― sam kerr x reader

warning/s ― fluff, illusions to smut

masterlist & social media au

You loved giving gifts, and the joy on their face as they opened it up. Anniversaries, Christmases, birthdays. You name it. 

Sam and you had both celebrated your 20th birthdays, both nights were filled with friends, a whole lot of alcohol and a killer hangover that followed into the next morning. 

Sam had given you a beautiful photo album of photos of the two of you together, tears welling up as you went through each page. For Sam’s birthday, you wanted to do something special, you got both your families and your friends to help give you ideas but ultimately decided to run with something you came up with a week before her birthday. 

You knew it was going to be hard keeping it away from her, trying everything in your power to ensure the surprise wasn’t ruined. Especially after the two of you had moved into a small one-bedroom apartment a few weeks before. 

The morning of, you woke Sam up with kisses all over her face, a bunch of flowers on her bedside table alongside a card and some wrapped-up football boots she had been eyeing. She let out a small ‘hum’ in agreement as you continued to litter kisses all over her face, a smile on both your faces. 

“Come on baby, you need to wake up so I can give you your presents”. 

A few more minutes pass before she opens her eyes, your smile brightening even more. You didn’t know how you were so lucky. She brought her lips to yours, pulling you closer. You let her take over for a few seconds, before pulling away. 

“Hey. hey. It’s my birthday. You can’t just not give me my birthday kisses” 

Shaking your head at your annoying girlfriend. “You can have kisses later, I wanna see you open your gifts.” 

She lets out a playful groan, rolling her eyes as you move out of her grip and grab the flowers and box placing them in front of her. 

She smells the flowers, a smile on her face, as she looks back at you - kissing you through the flowers. 

“Thank you, baby, I love them” You smile proudly at her confession, putting them back on the bedside table and pushing the box into her lap. You searched through three different Kmarts to find a nice red wrapping paper for her gift, because, of course, you had to wrap it in her favourite colour. 

Never being one to be graceful, she rips the paper off almost throwing the box in the process. The second she caught a glimpse at the shoes a small squeal left her lips, grabbing them out of the box and kissing them over and over again. 

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” 

“So you like them?” you laugh out, watching her look at the boots from all angles. 

“I’m never wearing another pair of boots again” You laugh once more, Sam pulling you into another kiss as a thank you. 

“I have one more gift for you, but I need you to close your eyes while I get it ready” 

Once you made sure her eyes were closed, you got off the bed and pulled your pj shorts down, standing in just your underwear and one of Sam’s old shirts. You moved the fabric over just a little bit so part of your bum cheek was showing, still a little tender. 

The mirror in the bedroom was positioned so you could still see Sam’s face. 

You felt a little nervous, second guessing if this was a good idea or not but you could see Sam bouncing with excitement. 

“Okay, open your eyes”. Her face freezes the second her sight catches your cheek. The black ink is clear as day. 

You had gotten baby tattooed on your ass, in Sam’s handwriting. Your first ever tattoo. 

She had still not said anything, your lip in between your teeth as you pushed the fabric back over, turning back around. 

“Do-do you like it?” 

She gulps, nodding her head as you walk over to her. 

“When” she pauses for a second “When did you get it done?” 

“Last week when you met up with Maddi” 

She nods her head once, and then again. 

You go to sit back down but she stops you, spinning you around so your ass was direct with her face. You feel her move the fabric, a sharp breath before she runs her finger along it. 

The feeling vibrates across your skin before cold air hits it once again. 

Just when you think she’s had enough you feel her hot breath on your cheek before she gives it a small nibble followed by a kiss. 

“God, that is so hot” she practically moans onto your cheek. 

“I’m glad you like it baby” 

She continues to kiss it, grabbing onto your other cheek so it wasn’t left out. 

And you most certainly were not complaining. 

Later that night at the club every time you would get up to dance or get a drink Sam made sure to keep her hand on your ass, right where the tattoo was. If anyone questioned it they didn’t say it out loud. 

…

You managed to keep the tattoo a secret for a couple of months, Sam smirking every time she would catch your ass just knowing that her handwriting was marking you. Although neither of you cared to remember that the bikini set Sam had gotten you last Christmas was a little revealing. 

The beach day was very much needed, Cyprus reaching tops of 35 degrees - even as an Aussie it was hot. The team decided to head down the beach and soak the day away with some sun and crystal blue water. 

It took no more than thirty seconds before Alanna pointed straight at the tattoo, a squeal leaving her lips. “What is that?” loud enough for the rest of the team to all stare at your ass. It took Sam a few seconds to realise what exactly was happening before she yelled out a “Hey!” and stood in front of your ass to hide it. 

You could see her jaw clenching as the girls didn’t attempt to move their eyes off you, smirks appearing on multiple lips. 

“Since when did Miss L/N have a tattoo?” Caitlin teased, moving her head so she could see past Sam’s body. Sam catches it almost immediately, pulling her towel from off her shoulder and around your body. 

“Since when was it okay for you all to stare at my girlfriend’s ass” Sam bites back, laughter leaving Alanna and Caitlin’s lips. 

“Oh calm down Kerr, we don’t wanna take your girlfriend off you” 

Logically Sam knew this, she’d known these girls for years now and knew they weren’t a threat but at the end of the day, they were all just eye-fucking your ass. Your ass that had her handwriting on it. 

“We’re just curious is all. Y/N has made it very clear that she would never get a tattoo and yet here we are with some very familiar handwriting permanently inked onto our dear friend” 

Sam just shook her head, as she led you a little further away from the rest of the group - placing your towel down, angling herself so she was covering you as she then placed her towel down. You brought your lips to her cheek as you giggled. 

“It’s hot when you get all over-protective, even if it’s against Lana and Caitlin” 

She agrees with a small hum, helping you down to the towel before joining you. 

“Since you like it so much when they point at my mark on you, I guess I can give them something else to point at” 

The next day you had to rush to the pharmacy to find any foundation that would cover the hickeys Sam had so gracefully left on your neck last night. 

Sam was right though, Alanna and Caitlin were more than happy to point at the badly covered-up hickeys with giggles leaving their lips. Didn’t help that Sam overheard them saying “You can thank us later”

[draganwhorror]

Okay, you guys, I just have something I need to say. I may have been drinking a little bit, and I'm feeling sentimental all of a sudden. This post is probably going to be a rambling mess of nonsense, so feel free to ignore me while I wax nostalgic and turn into a mushy, messy idiot (and probably get a bit too personal)...

I just want to say that I appreciate you guys. All of you. Whether you only recently started following me or have been with me for however long, I appreciate you all. I appreciate the likes and reblogs, the kind words, and the overall support you guys give my fics and gifs. It really, truly does mean so much to me, even though I sometimes feel like a crazy, obsessive weirdo or a terrible writer, or even a worthless sad sack human being (which stems from my childhood and carried over into the very end of my twenties, and is a much-too-long story to tell).

I was never popular in school. Ever. I was shy, quiet, a bookworm, a band geek, a nerd, etc. I wore glasses starting in...I wanna say third grade (think those big, thick plastic ones) and usually had my hair in a ponytail because I hated wearing it down. I never wore makeup or nice clothes. Most of what I wore came from the Goodwill, a local thrift store, or (if my mom was feeling indulgent) Kmart.

The town I grew up in was small (like 3k population) and filled with a lot of stuck-up, snobby people. Most of these people had money/came from money. Their kids were spoiled brats. It was a small town, but it was a small town for more well-to-do people. And I wasn't one of them. My mom was a single parent with three kids (twin daughters and a younger daughter), and she... Well, she wasn't a good person. No drugs or alcohol. Just... not a good person.

Because I was "poor" and had used clothing, glasses, and didn't bother trying with my hair (and I wasn't allowed makeup because my mom didn't want me "whoring around" as she phrased it), I got made fun of pretty much every day starting in middle school. There were times in 7th grade when guys would pretend to be interested in me, and even though I knew they were lying, I still went along with it and ended up getting hurt by their words and laughter.

High school was the worst. I had my first boyfriend my freshman year of high school (1999-2000). He was a junior, but he wasn’t very popular either. He was in the marching band, was a computer nerd, and he liked me. That was three strikes for him. We’d sit together at lunch, and the girls would whisper behind our backs, snickering and laughing. The guys would throw food at us. It wasn’t very pleasant. Especially because there was one day (I still remember it vividly) where a group of popular kids were throwing French fries from their table, and a few got caught in my hair (I'd worn it down that day), and I didn't realize it because I'd been trying so hard to ignore them, so I walked around with these fries in my hair for a good...almost 10 minutes before someone took pity on me and helped me clean up.

I broke up with my boyfriend right before school started again(we started dating in February 2000 and I broke up with him in August 2000). He was extremely hurt(I was ashamed of how I did it, but I have since made peace with him), and he ended up dropping out of school his senior year. I know that wasn’t really 100% my fault, but I still regretted letting the other students and my mom get under my skin to the point that I thought being alone was better.

There was the time I tried out for cheerleading, thinking if I could get involved in that, I wouldn’t get made fun of as badly or whatever. So naive. I didn’t make the squad because, according to the captain (who was one of those stereotypical rich, stuck-up snobby bitch types), I wasn’t pretty enough. Those were her exact words (and I remember them still because they hurt so much even after I gave it my all and was really proud of myself).

Instead, I involved myself with band, chorus, dinner theatre, school musicals, creative writing club, and participated in the Shakespeare play we did my senior year (Macbeth, and I managed to snag the role of Lady Macbeth, which thrilled me to no end). I was a bit of a teacher’s pet my senior year(only with the Algebra 2 and English teachers), so the popular girls just made fun of me more for being "too smart" and "too nerdy."

When graduation came, I was beyond thrilled. I couldn’t wait to get out of there and finally have some peace, maybe start over, etc. I felt accomplished. And I wasn’t going to let anyone bring me down like that again.

But then I got stuck in a rut. My mom became even more awful, and I stayed under her control until I was 20 and met a guy. I was desperate to get away from my mom, and this guy seemed super kind and caring, and he offered me a spare room in his apartment. I took him up on the offer. After 6 months of dating, we moved to the complete opposite side of the state where he was originally from (and where I still live almost 20 years later). But that was the beginning of the end for niceties and kindness. He ended up showing his true colors a little over a year into our relationship. He was an abuser (mostly verbal, but occasionally physical) and a manipulative asshole. But I stayed with him because I thought if I gave him enough chances or enough love, eventually he'd change and become nice again. How stupid and naive I was...

Anyway...

Now that I’m done with that long-winded pile of word vomit, I’ll get to the point (if there even is one, 'cause I honestly don't even know what I'm prattling on about anymore).

I guess... just the fact that I have people on here who send me kind messages, enjoy my writing, and like my gifs…it’s just…I don’t even know. I may have only met a couple of you in real life, but you guys are some of the greatest "friends" I’ve ever had. And sometimes I just feel so unworthy of being your friend. So it really means a lot to me that you guys stick around and put up with my craziness.

All of those years of being teased, put down, made fun of, etc, have made me very self-critical and self-conscious. I still don’t believe people when they compliment me or anything like that. I think, “What is wrong with you? I'm a boring plain Jane who will never be pretty enough or skinny enough or good enough for anything.”

Now I’m not saying any of this to brag, or to get sympathy, or to fish for compliments, or anything like that. That's not why I posted this. It was mostly just something I needed to get off my chest. It honestly does mean so much to me that you guys are all so lovely. I truly do appreciate each and every one of you, and I wish I could hug all of you. Thank you for your support and your kindness. 🩷🩷

[rebelrayne]

he's back......

what my husband thinks of the season six male islanders with little to no information

aka he based it on their profile in the game. under the cut because it's long.

jamal

black tony hawk. he looks like he's cooking up some drama. obviously hasn't learned to button up his shirt. i don't see how he would have had a threesome cause he doesn't even look like he could have a twosome. small bulge. he has glossy lips. i'm done with him, he's kind of boring.

lewie

his combover looks stupid. did he paint on his five o'clock shadow? semi-pro? what's that mean? he's a fucking weekend warrior? "golden retriever energy" aka he has bad hips. his body just looks gross. it's all elongated and shit... his ears don't match his fucking face. he's got chicken ass legs to be playing football (soccer). he probably cries when he has sex. who the fuck names their kid lewie? he's the kmart version of gary. he looks like he's poor. probably gets drunk off two white claws. his mouth fucking irritates me. it's like he has an asshole for a mouth. show me his picture again - ugh just look at how fucking ugly he is. his personality probably matches his looks.

also was told to attach this meme curtesy of my husband's mind:

ozzy

what the fuck does he tell his barber? like 'keep it long in the front but cut everything else i want no hair on any other parts of my body'. at least he's proportional (unlike lewie). seems like the kind of guy that would invite a girl over to hang out then breaks out a fucking bong. and then gets stoned off his ass. i've never seen that color nipple before. his jaw is the shape of a rhombus. his puppy dog eyes don't work on me. what kind of dancer is he (🤨)? because if he's an erotic dancer, he only works day shift because he's not good enough for night shift.

roberto

he actually looks kind of cool. i don't like the way he holds himself though. he looks like he could be a pirate - he looks like johnny depp. does he have to take his watch everywhere? like that citizen watch doesn't mean you have money, bro.

ryan

he looks like frodo baggins. "we have to save the shire!" probably has some hairy ass feet. he's literally trapped in the body of a 12-year-old and looks like he's 4'10". he's a singer? what's he sing? hobbit songs? where did he buy his shorts? the fucking youth section? (tries to zoom in, gets annoyed he can't). is definitely the one that is going to try to talk mc and amelia into having a threesome - then makes them compete for who's better.

[faunandfloraas]

ah hello! I really love the skz concert freebies you made a few weeks ago, they're super cute! I love making freebies/doing merch swaps too, but i haven't seen homemade merch that looks as clean as yours before- I was wondering if you had any suggestions or links to tutorials for making freebies like those that you wouldn't mind sharing?

I hope you have a nice day! 💕

omg yeah! I don't really have links to any tutorials I just kinda winged it- Highly recommend looking up "kpop freebies" on pinterest, theyres some cute ones on there for inspo!

My printer doesn't work very well, so I went to the kmart print centre where they have 10c photo paper prints and for the small heart and mini keychains usually about 6 little pictures would fit on a 6 x 4 photo print. So I just mocked up a bunch of random pictures of the boys and then snipped them down to size- having multiple pics on a single piece made it cheaper, too. Also did the art prints there but just got a lil bigger size. Going to some place that has a self print machine is 100% the idea bc those printers work every time and the quality is always decent. I also wanted the backs to be cute so I bought some contact paper, like the kind you apply to school books and stuck that to the backs of pics + snipped down to size and then added a sticker... Which I think turned out cute! Also matching stickers to the pictures was fun, as well. I also had a bunch of sanrio stickers to begin with lol

As for the keychains themselves I just got them at the superdollar near my house but I'm sure you could find them on pretty much any website- I also saw cute mini cd jewel case keychains which would have been fun, too, but I didnt think they'd ship here in time otherwise I'd probably have made lil mini cds lol

sorry if this wasnt very helpful, i kinda left my freebie making to the last minute so if there's one piece of advice I'd probably say- !!Don't make 60ish keychains the week before the concert!! lol Next time if nmixx or something comes here I would def try and give myself a month or two to slowly put them together. Oh and adding a little tassle or charm does increase the cuteness factor exponentially, so i recommend that! Oh and also Random advice: depending on how many you make, i would recommend getting a little key clips to carry them on for ease of access,

bc I had them seperated per member and didnt want them to fall off, etc. OR I also had a few little packs inside cute little ziplock bags-

which is an idea too- but the little sheer gift bags would work well, too I think. For the ziplocks though I really just typed "cute ziplock bags" or something and Lots of options came up!

so.... hopefully this helped, sorry if it didnt! Good luck with your freebies! and I hope you have good fun 😸💗

[britishchick09]

rolfe and earl in chapter 1 of 'rock-afire roadtrip'!

the last part of this was finally completed thanks to @rolfe-dewolfe-fan-page reblogging my first fic post! ;)

...

As the Rock-afire sang of becoming an atom bomb, Rolfe trudged backstage, the metallic rainbow steamers of his stage fluttering.

"What ridiculous lyrics! We're not literally an explosion!" he muttered. "Or they're not. I, the superior Rolfe de Wolfe, will have no part in this!"

"I have an advertisement on the showtape, stupid!" Earl reminded him. "And if you can't get on the stage, neither can I!"

Rolfe groaned. "How can you even think of being in this cheap propaganda? I thought you knew better than this!"

"I do… but you don't! Besides, it ain't cheap, it's free! The Colander Gazette's gonna have a picture of you in it, you know."

A wave of haughtiness passed through Rolfe. He asked, "…It does? Me? Earl, tell me… did they get my good side?"

"Nah, they got your face!" Rolfe rolled his eyes while striding to the storage room, where a big poster board attached to a stick was waiting on a table. With a marker in one hand and Earl in the other, he wrote 'D', 'O'-

"Your sign's crooked, man." Earl pointed out.

"I thought you were a supporter!" Rolfe said.

"I am! I just don't want you to look even more stupid than you already do!"

Rolfe grumbled. He used Earl's head to rotate the poster board, causing the puppet to ask, "Hey, what are you doin' man?" and a fluffy of muffled protests. Once the board was straight, Rolfe finished writing.

"'Down with Colanders'," Earl read. "Shouldn't it be 'Down with Colander Night'?"

Rolfe scoffed. "I'm not redoing the sign. Honestly, can't they think of something better to do? Something like… like…"

The wolf was quiet for a solid half minute.

"Ha! You can't even top 'em!"

"Small Appliances Night!" Rolfe exclaimed with a snap of his claws. "Yes, everyone would go to Kmart and pick up a shiny, beautiful appliance to put on their head," He gave a cocky smile. "A much better idea than some colander."

"I ain't puttin' no dishwasher on my face."

"I said small appliance."

"Meh, it's all big to me."

"Like a… a…" Rolfe lowered his head to think. "Oh, like toasters and crock pots and Mix Master blenders! It's gonna be a national movement! The president will strap a toaster to his face! We'll have national ambassadors and it's gonna be incredible! Don't you see, Earl? We're gonna have history on our hands!" He frowned as he suddenly realized, "Hmm. Well, a mixer would be a little dangerous. And a mini fridge is even stupider than a colander! But I'm not going back on the crock pot!"

"And you thought you were the smart one."

Rolfe rolled his eyes. He held up his sign, picturing the guests at Showbiz heartily agreeing with him.

'Down with Colander Night, Down with Colander Night!'.

Then multiple people would say, 'Rolfe has the right idea.' 'Oh, of course he does. He always has the right idea.' 'Wait, who's Rolfe?'  'Only the coolest member of the band. He should take center stage and kick those other guys out on the curb!' 'Who need a colander when you could put a pot on your head? I'm allergic to spaghetti, anyways.'  'I'm gonna go to Kmart tomorrow and buy out all the pots they have. Then we'll all take part in Crock Pot Night!'

'Yay, Crock Pot Night!' everyone would cheer. 'Boo, Colander Night!'

'That wolf is such a genius for coming up with that. He should get a big, fat raise!'

'Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe!'

"Rolfe… ROLFE!"

Earl had cut into the crowd's cheers.

Rolfe blinked back to reality, giving his yellow friend a look as he asked, "What was that for? I was universally beloved!"

Earl scoffed. "The only way you'll get the world to love you is if you quit Showbiz! And don't think about worming your way into regular showbiz."

Rolfe rolled his eyes. He suddenly realized that Billy Bob was singing,

Maybe baby, I'll have you somedayyy…

[lilgayducky]

"No-no-no-no-nooooo..." Ink splatters cover my fingers, dripping like blood from my nails and oozing into the fibers of my new crochet top.

"ugh not again," I groan. My top is ruined, and my notebook is soaked. I flop backwards, scraps of paper flying around me as I land on the couch cushions. "Shit." I blink. Blurry balls of light spin in my vision as tears spill down my cheeks. My eyelashes stick together as I close them. My body wracking with sobs.

The fourth top I've ruined, the second couch, and the seventeenth notebook. Mum's gonna be furious. I toss the notebook across the room in a rage. There's no point. I'll never be a good enough writer. Sitting under a tree with my scruffy notebook and fancy pen, leaves drifting around me as I write desperately like I'm running out of time.

But alas. Another pen, broken in my hurry. I guess I'll never be a Hamilton. I'll never be distinguished like Shakespeare, or Hemingway, or Jane Austen. I'll never be creative like Margaret Mahy, spinning tales with quirky characters and colourful ideas. I'll never be funny like Dr Seuss, with his wacky creatures, and witty rhymes. I'll never have original ideas, or entertaining characters. My plots are bland and dull, my words spoilt with too much effort making them sound stupid. My handwriting messy across the page, ruined my the spilled ink of my crappy $2 pen from Kmart.

All artists start off small they say, but when do they get big? When do their small ideas grow and become incredible. Fairy tales have already been done, no room for more. Every new idea I come up with has already been done. Every word I've invented, already exists in some dictionary. Every character I believe is unique, has at least twenty doppelgangers. Genres have been worn bare, and everything is cliche. Unoriginal. Already been done.

How do I strive for success if everyone else is doing the same? How do I reach for the tallest mountains when there are none more left to climb. The moon has been reached. Even Mars. There's nowhere left to go and if you're only limited by your imagination then maybe I'm not good enough. Can't write without a prompt. Can't draw without a reference. Can't create without inspiration.

I copy, copy, copy. Everytime I think I've created something new... I see it in my favourite story the next day. How do I be original in a world that is so original already? Everyone is unique, everything is unique, and yet every person has seven doppelgangers? How does that work! In a world where everyone is different yet everyone is the same. How do I create?

I scrub my hands with soap like the ink that's stained my skin is the worst strain of COVID to no avail. Even the strongest sanitizer can't kill these germs. The germs of failure. A try hard. The germs of unsuccessful children. Of parents forcing them to take the easy root. There's no room for creativity anymore when everything has already been done and people desperate for original ideas just end up down a rabbit hole with no way out and everyone criticizing them. Do you know why so many artists were insane? Why Van Gogh cut off his ear? Why Sylvia Plath killed herself? Why so many artists had their peak, then came crashing down so heavily they left a scar in the Earth. In society.

"don't be like them" they tell us

"take the easy route" they feed us

"success only leads to failure" they repeat

"power corrupts" everyone's motto

Creativity is blooming. Yet CREATIVITY is dying. So fuck my hands, stained with the failure of my desperate attempts to leave my mark. The last of my sorry attempts to create.

[ozdramaqueen]

Tagged by: @dilbobloggins

Tagging: @megafreeman @cherryhearteye @scoutsword @jacks-the-flower @enby-in-fandom @ibitesmallchildren @nightstarblue + anyone else who wants to have a go!