#and has the appetite of my BIGGEST cat

[miqojak]

All I could think about as she threatened the giant bird over and over... was the smallest of my cats, who LOVES to birdwatch and has been obsessed with murder ever since she caught a mouse once - my partner and I regularly joke about how bad she wants out to get at the birds/mice, "Mother, I would like to murder now!" Wuk is the quintessential cat, and I daresay she'd get along perfectly with just about any Miqo'te, given their drive to hunt, as well.

I have had Wuk Lamat for 5 seconds but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone on this data center and then myself.

[tigergirltail]

TIGER HRT CHAPTER 5 - MONTH 4 - COMMUNITY

FIRST - PREV - NEXT

It took another month after my check-in, after starting the correct dosage, for my transformation to stabilize and stop hurting all the time. My bones have settled down, my tail is getting long enough to get in the way which is honestly more exciting than annoying, and I've even got little bitty claws pushing out of my fingers! The mechanisms for retracting and extending them haven't grown yet, though, so I just… am sharp now.

It's actually become kind of a bloody inconvenience, and I use the term 'bloody' very literally. The first few times I went to go scratch an itch, I'd end up drawing blood, and having to go clean myself up and put on a bandage. I thought about clipping my claws, but I have no idea if that's going to stunt their development or have consequences when I can finally retract them, and it's not something that seems worth bothering Dr. Erian about. The biggest problem is that sometimes I'll move my arms in my sleep, and there's no way of telling what'll be in the way. I've already had to conduct emergency repairs on three plushies, and my bedsheets are kind of a write-off.

I was a little afraid of the pain subsiding, if I'm being honest, because it means going back to work, which means existing in a public space with my half-human half-something-else face. It's still cold enough that I can wear a scarf and toque over the more off-putting features, but that won't last much longer and it's not something I can do indoors. I'm just going to have to face the truth…

I don't pass as human anymore.

My first day working in-person again, my supervisor walks into my office with the intention of welcoming me back, but what actually happens is he stands in the doorway dumbfounded before asking, "Now what in the world happened to your face??"

For all the time I had, I never actually managed to think of a clever lie, so I just tell him it's a side effect of some new meds I'm taking. Technically not a lie, if you ignore the word 'side'. Fortunately, he doesn't ask what's wrong with me. I'm not looking forward to having to tell someone who doesn't get it that Being Human counts as Something Wrong.

Work has been alright, though, if a bit dull. My coworkers mostly leave me to my own devices to get things done.

It's doing anything else that becomes an issue.

I get lots of stares in the grocery store or the mall. I'm not sure whether it's the inhuman face that does it, or the fact that I nearly always wear t-shirts and my fur is now growing up to my wrists. I think it's growing faster now that it's run up against peak arm hair territory. Either way, I basically don't dare set foot outside without my partner in tow. Nobody's tried anything yet, but I see them shying away from me, and just the other day a little kid called me a 'monster'. It's… still eating at me.

I never could take being the centre of attention.

It's not all doom and gloom, though. I don't know whether the tactile senses of my hands have changed or it's something psychological, but that thing cats do where they knead something with their claws? "Making biscuits" I've heard it called?

It feels soooo niiiice.

Last weekend I went to take an afternoon nap, and ended up spending a solid half hour just squishing my blahaj with my hands (or would that be 'paws' now?) All the stress from the previous week just… melted away. It was like an ASMR video for my sense of touch.

Is it bad that I'm really enjoying being a little more cat-brained?

I've also become RAVENOUSLY hungry. As in, "destroy an entire rotisserie chicken in one sitting" hungry. The meat cravings have kicked in, HARD, and I've basically lost my appetite for bread and pasta. You really don't realize how much human food is grain-based until you stop wanting to eat it…

All the big changes hitting at once are getting hard to withstand sometimes. There are nights when I go to bed absolutely euphoric about how it's finally happening, I'm finally embodying everything I'm supposed to be! But there are also nights when I cry myself to sleep because oh gods, what was I thinking, why am I doing this to myself, I look and feel like a godsdamned circus freak, and it really doesn't help to remember that white tigers are pretty much universally victims of inbreeding and abuse.

In a moment of weakness, I catch myself eyeing the remaining contents of the HRT bottle. I ran some numbers a little while back and figured out that at the recommended dose, this bottle is an entire 18-month treatment, give or take. Well, 12 months now, I guess, since I was accidentally taking a triple dose for the first three months. The fact that it's a diluted Fifteen Minute formula means that if I just brace myself and chug the entire rest of the bottle, that would finish out the treatment in one go, wouldn't it? It… probably wouldn't even hurt as much as doing Fifteen-Minute from the start, right?

My partner walks in on me holding it and staring at it, and asks what I'm doing, so I explain my thought process. They just silently put one hand on mine and use the other to gently remove the bottle from my grasp.

"But I -", I begin to protest.

"No."

"I keep getting stared at and -"

"No."

"That one little girl called me a monster!"

"No."

I start crying, and I can't help raising my voice. "If I just finish it all NOW then maybe -"

"NO."

They set the bottle down and pull me into a tight hug, pinning my upper arms to my sides. "I love you very much, and I don't want to see you hurt yourself. You went into this knowing it was gonna suck for a while, and right now it sucks, but it's not worth risking your life over."

I don't have a counter-argument. I just lower my face onto their shoulder and sob. "I just… I don't want to keep doing this alone anymore! I need… I need help! Support, guidance, SOMETHING!!" I cling to them, digging my fingers, my claws, into their back. "I don't want to be the only one…"

"You aren't.", they reassure me quietly. "Didn't you tell me yourself that there's a bunch of people doing this? We even saw a whole crowd of them at that seafood place."

"Y-yeah, but I don't know anybody local!"

"Then find them online. It's better than nothing, isn't it?"

"It's… It's just not the same…"

They pat me on the back. "Just… try. For me."

They let me cry into their shoulder for another several minutes before I let them go.

Back at my computer, I sit down and start searching for a humanity removal therapy support group. A Discord server, a Facebook group, a Tumblr sideblog, ANYTHING. Gods help me, I'm even looking to TWITTER for help. Even as a human I was a solitary creature, and tigers are about as solitary a creature as they come, so it takes a lot of effort to bring myself to reach out. I end up doing it right before I go to bed, just firing off a few quick messages to some figures in the community, then forcing myself not to look at social media the rest of the night. For all my growth, I'm still a bit terrified of being noticed.

By the time I wake up, some of them have gotten back to me. I… wasn't expecting it to be so fast.

It turns out there's a private group chat where a bunch of them hang out on the regular to talk about what they're going through. They sound open to the idea of bringing me in, but want to get to know me a little better first. I don't blame them for wanting to keep to themselves. I get to talking with one of them, a lamia-to-be, and through our conversations I get the distinct impression that, well, I'm not alone in feeling alone. Somehow I manage to convince her I'm worth knowing and having around, and she sends me an invite to the group chat server.

Time to face the mortifying ordeal of being known.

I go through all the typical new-to-the-server motions. I read the rules page - it's the usual "don't be a dick" type stuff, with some bonus content applicable to our unique situation, like not stereotyping based on species, and a reminder to not present your own experiences with humanity removal as universal fact. Then into the welcome channel to type up a quick introduction:

"Hey all, I'm Alexis, transfem (she/her), 38, 4 months white tiger HRT. Interests include gaming, tabletop RPGs, costuming, and witchcraft. Looking forward to getting to know everyone!"

A few people react with heart emojis and tiger emojis. Discord only has the standard orange tiger as an emoji, but, you know, close enough. One person reacts with a witch emoji, and it gives me a laugh.

There's a channel for serious questions about the transformation process, so I decide to hop in and fire off a quick one:

"Not that I mind this, but why am I so hungry for meat now? It hit around the 3 month mark and now I can eat an entire roast chicken in one go"

Over the course of the next hour or so, a few people weigh in. The consensus is that my body is entering a 'bulking up' phase, and needs a ton of protein to generate muscle. Just out of curiosity I go to do an online search to confirm something, and yeah, tigers are a lot more proportionally muscular than humans are. Someone else suggests taking calcium supplements to help with bone growth, unless I'm prepared to drink a LOT of milk. I am in fact prepared for that, but it couldn't hurt to drop by the pharmacy.

It also turns out that the server isn't just for people who have started their HRT, but for aspiring humanity-removers as well. There's even a channel specifically for advice navigating the whole process, including how to convince your medical provider that you're for real and you won't immediately regret it when the itching/soreness/bleeding kicks in.

One of the regular posters is a teenage girl with a corvid avatar who asks a lot of questions about what it's like to become nonhuman. Surprisingly, she's not trans like most of us are, but she is queer. It sounds like she's not in a stable situation, though - she asks at one point if anyone can think of a way to get the meds without her parents noticing.

The problem is, even if that's a possibility, someone would notice when she starts sprouting black feathers and a beak.

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(guest cameo from @ariathelamia!)

[iveseenstrangerthings]

must be love - a Steve Harrington imagine

summary: just a shorter imagine about a reader who works at a diner and Steve comes in with the rest of the friendship group (which you’re also part of). There’s a mutual pining between Steve and reader and eventually Steve decides to do something about it, just a lil fluffy imagine which got me going

warnings: brief descriptions of food and eating

word count: 2.5k

notes: shout out to one of my fave SNL skits of Debbie Downer thx for playing a small part in this imagine. if anyone has any ideas for an imagine plsss request i’d be happy to do some requests !! have a great day :) master list here

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“Have a great night, guys!” You call as the most miserable family you’ve ever served in your entire time of being at the diner slumps out the door. A small laugh escapes your lips, almost in disbelief at what you’ve just put up with, as you start to clear their plates. Clinks of metal cutlery scraping fired ceramic plates fill your ears as you gather everything in an impressive stack. Guiltily, you take the gracious tip they’ve left you and you suddenly feel awful for whining to yourself about how unpleasant they’d been. 

Behind the till, you place their cash tip into the tip jar and then take the plates to the back to be washed. The heat of the kitchen still overwhelms you as you place the stack of dirty dishes into the hot sink full of water. “Busy out there, yet?” Deborah, the main pot washer calls out from the break room, her evening drawing out slowly in front of her at the slow stream of customers. 

“Not quite yet, still early though, Debs!” You call back cheerily, behind her back you all call her Debbie Downer, no matter what you say Deborah will reply with something depressing that ultimately kills the mood of the conversation.

Last month, when you told her you’d got a new cat, she had replied, “Feline AIDS is the biggest killer of domestic cats. Hope you got it checked!” 

Pushing back through the swing doors, you see a few more groups had been shown to tables and you were ready to go over to welcome them in. One group you see, is your friends. 

An unsettled feeling stews inside you, you love that they come here to see you, but you hate how it makes you feel pressured. Dustin loves the shakes, Mike and El the burgers, and Steve loves to come just to see you. Not that you know that. You’re partial to a spill of a drink, or a burger to the floor as it slips off the plates as you try to juggle too many, and you do not want Steve to see anything like that. You’ll just have to try not to show off your plate stacking skills this evening. 

Whipping your pad out from the front of your grease-stained apron, you walk to their table and paint a smile on your face, beaming from ear to ear. “Fancy seeing you here.” You approach the table and stand next to Steve, who looks up at you with a small smile painted across his rose-tinted lips. 

“Do you even need your little pad, surely you know my order by now.” Dustin is quick to comment on his food, he must be starving. He didn’t mean it in an asshole way, you’re close enough with each other that you rarely take offence to anything now.  

You guffaw at his request and scribble down his order. Peeking over the top of your pad to see Steve slightly shaking his head and raising his eyebrows at him. “Max?” Your attention goes to Max now, awaiting her order.

“Just a chocolate shake, please.” She offers, sheepishly pushing the menu back towards you. You don’t push her on an order for food, as you know any of the other waitresses would, you just nod and jot down the code for a shake. She’s still recovering from Vecna, and you understand her lack of appetite, which she is grateful for. 

After finally scribbling down the group’s order in your illegible scrawl, which is only decipherable by the chefs, you turn to Steve who’s perched on the end of the booth. “And for you, Steve?” Your pen is ready in between your fingers, and you give him a patient smile. 

He quickly skims the menu, even though he knew what he wanted the minute he walked in. He relays his order to you before gathering up all the menus, making your job easier and quicker. “Thanks.” You take them from his hands and his cheeks flush with colour. He’s aware of the intense rush of heat to his face, as is everyone else at the table. Your heart skips and beats intensely in your chest as you relish in the sight of his flushed cheeks. You know you caused his blush, and it gives you a slight spring in your step as you return to the host stand with their menus, knowing you have the power to make Steve Harrington tint with crimson. 

Whilst his ears are trained into the conversation happening around him, he lets his eyes divert to your whereabouts. He watches intently as you balance the plates with skill before setting them all down on a nearby table, talking to your customers with expressive hands and giving them an effervescent smile before turning and going to attend to another table. He sees how your tongue slips out of your mouth, ever so slightly, in concentration as you place glacier cherries onto the top of a sundae before carrying it to an over-excited child who claps with your arrival. Your smile at the young boy’s happiness and delightful manners stays on your face as you make your way back over to the serving hatch, the bell ringing out continuously with the Friday night rush of families, friends and couples. 

“Dude.” Dustin starts, leaning in closer to Steve as he breaks away from the rest of the conversation. Steve leans in too. “Why don’t you just ask her out already?” The prospect of doing such a thing is enough to bring sweat to the palms of his hands. Noticeably so that he has to rub his palms over his jeans to get the wetness off. His mouth feels dry, so he runs his tongue over the roof of his mouth and swallows what little saliva he has down his throat. “It’s so painfully obvious.” 

“What is?” He quickly retorts, turning his face too fast so it’s left lingering extremely close to Dustin’s. He pulls back slightly and let’s Dustin observe how you make him feel. The slight tinge of pink has returned to his cheeks, and he hasn’t stopped rubbing his palms over his jeans. Dustin just laughs slightly and gives his head a shake before giving Steve an insignificant nod, indicating your return with an armful of their food. 

“Alrighty.” You say as you settle their food down on the table, sliding the plates in the direction of whoever ordered what. The table digs into your stomach slightly as you stretch across to push El’s plate to her in the far corner of the booth, meaning you slightly lean across Steve. “‘Scuse me.” You gently breathe as you pull back, the smell of your perfume lingering after you push back from the table. He quickly inhales, wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb and then grabs the cutlery. “Max just let me grab your milkshake, I’ll be right back.” You dust your hands off on your apron as you make your way back to the hatch, collecting Max’s milkshake before ambling back over to their table. “There you go, sweetie.” You turn her shake towards her and her eyes light up, looking at Lucas with wide eyes in admiration at her humongous milkshake. You smile at the pair; glad Max has someone as sweet and caring as Lucas. “Okay, think that’s everything.” Your eyes skim everyone’s plates to ensure you haven’t missed anything. “Can I get you guys anything else? Anymore sauces?” 

Everyone replies with a cacophony of “No” and “Thank you” and you nod at them all, the boys already starting to shovel their food into their mouths as if they haven’t eaten for days. Max seems settled and Steve thanks you again before turning to his plate to eat. 

The next half an hour passes in a blur of sundaes, hamburgers, spilt milkshakes, and grumbles from Deborah as you take in another stack of greased up, ketchup smeared plates. As you stand at the host station placing clean cutlery neatly into white napkins, Steve wanders over to you as he opens his wallet in front of him. You place your hands down on the counter, keeping the napkin well wrapped up in your hands. “Hey!” You beam at him as he approaches. “Was everything okay with the meal?” You finally place the neatened cutlery and napkins into their box and return your full attention to Steve. 

“Was great. Five-star service, too.” The corner of his mouth hooks up into a smile and you reciprocate it broadly. “But I was wondering if I could pay now?”

You nod, taking their order from the small pile of tabs that you keep by the cash register. “Sure, you just wanna pay for yours?” You start keying in the price for Steve’s meal, but he cuts you off.

“No no, I’ll get everyone’s.” His offer is laced with the kindness he exudes, like warmth coming from a mug of coffee on a chilly day. 

Your head tilts to one side and your eyebrows lift slightly, “Steve, that’s awful kind of you but are you sure?” 

He nods, pulling out some cash he’s sure will cover it as he patiently lets you tot up the total for the meals on the register. “I’m totally sure.” He seems nervous, you notice from the corner of your eye his weight keeps shifting from one foot to the other. A small smirk forms on your lips, then quickly dissipates as you get ready to read the total out. 

He hands the cash over without question and tells you to keep the change for the tip jar. “Thank you so much.” You hold the cash in your hands gratefully as you look back at him. He’s still stood behind the host stand, his eyes travelling nervously around you. As you drop the cash into the jar, he leans onto the station with his elbows.

“I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie? After you finish up?” The words tumble out of him quickly, but his question is laced with reluctance, like he’s already prepared himself for you to say no.

You study his features, the soft-hearted nature of him shines through. Him paying for all the kids’ meals and still asking you out afterwards, you feel on top of the world that he’s asked you. You think of how sublime it would be, spending the evening with Steve after work, but you don’t finish up until close tonight and you fear that would be too late for him, making him waste the night waiting for you. Although it would feel anything but a waste to Steve. A feeling of defeat washes over you as you worry this could be the only time Steve asks you to do something, and you fear he will think that you’re making an excuse. “I’m here till close tonight.” The words fall regretfully from your mouth, and you see his features soften with disappointment.

He nods quickly, pursing his lips as he pushes back from the counter, giving it a tap as he readjusts his posture, standing tall. “Oh, yeah. Totally. No that’s fine.” 

“But I could come over, when I’m done? I know it would be late, but I could bring us something to eat, and we could just, I dunno, chill?” 

Inside his chest, his heart soars around like someone has ignited him and soon the sweaty palms return. He came over here expecting you to say no, but he figured it was worth a shot. He did not expect, however, for you to then suggest another idea. His worries and anxieties about asking you now seem so farcical when all along you had wanted the same. 

He’s almost taken aback and has to bring himself back to the reality of being here in the diner, with you. “No, no it wouldn’t be too late. That’d be great.” He taps the counter again, the pair of you just looking over at one another, waiting for someone to speak. The pair of you never run out of things to say, never find it awkward to make conversation, never shut up really. But now, you both stand enthralled at the idea of spending some time together, just the two of you. 

“I’ll pick you up?” He poses the question to you in a gesture of what seems like good will, but it’s really just a way to get to spend more time with you. 

A torrent of emotion as intense as a winding river of rapids course through your veins and rise the temperature of your body, causing your skin to prickle intensely like tiny bolts of electricity hitting your skin. The flow of your emotional river ebbs, the source of the river stemmed as an anxious thought enters your stream of consciousness. You want Steve to see you at your best, not sweaty and smelling of cooking after a five-hour shift. “I will stink of grease.” You admit to him awkwardly. The perfume bottle you keep in your bag is a God send and you hope it will help to mask at least some of the smell.

He puffs air out between his lips and a smile softens across his face. “I really couldn’t care less.” He pushes his hands back from the counter where they’d been resting lazily, his muscles contracting underneath the sleeves of his t-shirt and you eye it quickly. The way the shape contorts and flexes under his skin as he pushes himself up from the counter again makes your eyes widen and your stomach throb. “Pick you up around ten, is that when you finish?” 

“Yes! That sounds great, thank you!” You radiate, your words landing like a verbal high five. 

He turns away, wordlessly, and gathers the kids up to leave. You click a few buttons on the register before finalising the receipt. They all wave and shout goodbyes as they make their way out of the diner, leaving as you turn to see your favourite group of regulars sat waiting for you to go over and take their order.

Outside, the wind turns to a chill and the clouds blow clear, leaving the sky black and bright above them. “So...” Dustin starts, elbowing Steve as they make their way to the car. The rest of the kids making their way to their buses home. “Did it work?”

Steve lifts his chin and laughs, “Quit making it sound like I’ve been doing some sort of experiment.” 

Dustin just rolls his eyes and waits, expectantly. 

“Yeah, it did ‘work’.” His fingers go up into air quotations before twisting the key to start the car with a low growl. “I’m seeing her after work.”

“TONIGHT?!” Dustin jeers in a high-pitched voice that makes his voice box squeal in delight. “Dude, how many times have I told you. She feels the same.”

“You think?” Steve quizzes, passing the conversation back to Dustin. 

“Hell yeah.” Dustin smirks, showing Steve all his ‘pearls’ as Dustin likes to say. “Offering to see you after a shift at the diner?” He tilts his head and brings his eyes down playfully. “Must be love.” His voice exudes sickly sweet confidence and Steve backs out the car park, turning up his radio and rolling the windows down, despite the chill. He drives back happily and hasn’t once tried to deny Dustin’s final remark. 

[marcythegoodwitch]

MY MARBLEHORNETS BRIM HEADCANNONS:3

Headcannons about the characters-

TIM:

-transgender FTM with top surgery:3

-loves kids and wants to have a family with Brian one day. But he is scared shitless of messing up.

-Hes super smart

-Doesn't show affection in public, but he loves it when Brian gives him PDA.

-A biology professor(big biology nerd)

BRIAN-

-He's a golden retriever, just a little bit more rude and sarcastic.

-He has this tough guy persona he puts on around his friends, but when he's alone with Tim, he's the biggest baby ever.

-Loves PDA

-Wants kids with Tim

-Doctor!!

Fluff:3-

-Tim is extremely touched starved, even now, no matter how long they've been together, still melts and cradles himself against Brian.

-When Brian went missing, Tim refused to move on. Brian was his person, the only one he wanted. He didn't want Jay. He didn't want anyone, he just wanted Brian.

-Brian helps Tim with his episodes and his anxieties a lot. Tim is extremely socially stunned, and Brian helps him socialize.

-Tim helps Brian with his ADHD a lot, Brian can't focus for long amounts of time, so Tim is extremely patient with him.

-Brians a good cook, an extremely good cook. He loved cooking for Tim, and Tim appreciated it. Tim doesn't get an appetite often or the energy to eat. But Brian always makes the effort to get him, too.

-Tim wears Brian's tshirt, pants, or hoodie to bed a lot of the time. They are usually too big for him but he loves it.

-When filming with Alex, Tim would sometimes get overstimulated, Brian would always let Tim wear his coat or something of his while they worked on it. It was his way of saying "it's okay."

-They have cute pet names for each other.

-They own two dogs and a cat. A golden retriever, a frenchie, and a black long hair cat.

SPICY-

-Tim is on the receiving end, and he isn't complaining about it.

-Brian likes to leave very visible bite marks and hickeys all over him.

-Tim likes hands, he's a foreplay enjoyed.

-Brian is willing, and will, do it anywhere and everywhere.

-Tim gets really shy and flustered when they are about to do it.

-Brian is always gentle at first, then gradually gets rougher and faster over time, as long as Tim wants it, of course.

-They get it on like rabbits

-They can get it on for hours, continuously. (Poor tim)

-Tim is always a whimpery and whiny and needy mess after sex.

-After sex, Brian just becomes clingy and wants to be all over Tim and love on him.

-Tim and Brian usually like to get it on rough and fast, but sometimes they have their days where gentle sex is enough for them and they are satisfied.

-Brian is obsessed with Tim's thighs.

-Brian always caresses and praises Tim when they do it, he shows Tim how much he loved him through actions and words.

-They sometimes do kinky shit like bandage, which isn't anything bad, doesn't hurt to try something new.

-The bed usually shakes and moves against the wall.

-Tim isn't exactly the quiet, but tries when he needs to be.(Brian isn't quiet either.)

[y0d00p]

this particular concept is harder to convey in canon form, so this mainly applies to gijinkas, but my headcanon is that the healthy weight for a (kirby/meta knight species) is fat. this is in tandem with the species having a voracious appetite. the appetite is much higher in youth and usually tapers off later in life (100s of years). also of note is that it's good for them to get a ton of sleep. like, domestic cat amounts of sleep.

kirby and sk for example are "chubby", they're healthy for their age (equivalent of their teens) and still in the stage of life with a BIG appetite. mk and dmk are basically middle aged and at the tail end of their biggest appetite.

mk would appear "fit" by human standards, but for his kind he is notably underweight. he was raised by adoptive parents unfamiliar with the needs of his kind, who prevented him from basically pigging out like he should have been (they meant well. they didn't know better). not only his physique but his height/overall size was slightly stunted from undernourishment. he is pretty small for his age.

obviously this has given him a particular relationship with food. most of his proper meals are quite healthy and light, but then there's the daily affogato and secret cakes... as a child, "treats" were rare. now as an adult, he can eat as much as he wants, but he still has this deep rooted compulsion to hide his indulgences and limit himself. he does not actually know that his restrained eating habits are unhealthy for him.

he also does not sleep enough. at all. chronic under-sleeper here.

mk would benefit from having someone to show him that he is actually the odd one out, and help him stick to a more substantial diet and sleep schedule. in my case this is dmk. once mk starts to fill out, he develops better stamina and even feels a bit more energetic and strong. he is healthier and happier. he is a bit self conscious of the weight gain, of course, but he has many many friends to reassure him and help him along.

this is mostly about mk lol, but to add. dmk is just a bit overweight. he is actually slightly bigger (borb)/taller (gijinka) than mk, thanks to actually eating very well as a child.

technically galacta is older than mk and dmk, but was sealed and put in stasis in (the equivalent of) his 20s or so. so he came out of the crystal still in the peak of his Massive Appetite. and galacta is a mountain of a man, so he needs to eat even more to sustain himself. not to mention the cosmic nuclear infection he's got going on that's eating him from the inside out probably sets off his diet some. galacta eats like an industrial trash compactor, and he's still just a bit underweight.

morpho is not of their kind, but just mimicking it. since they siphon energy from galacta to maintain their form, they purposefully keep it veeery petite to put as little strain on him as possible. if they were an actual borb, they would be considered severely underweight.

[ankmankpank]

im sending u my hcs!! ( i personally hc that 4town is a kpop group but u can ignore that part)

Jesse:

- 3/4/01

- ♉️

- 🇫🇷

- ISFJ

- 🦢

- lead vocalist and center

- trained for 3 years

- jesse stans are called swans

- ranked #3 place in the show because of his singing voice

- rarely posts but when he does it’s the most ethereal, jaw dropping, angelic photo ever

- got the biggest perfume collection

- taught himself the piano and the violin

- his children were born when he was 15

- likes to cook but is very bad at it

- a neat freak for sure

- has a frenemies relationship with robaire

- was born and raised in a farm

- a natural redhead

- is seen as the mom of the group

- was planning to go to college but decided not to because he wanted to be an idol instead

Robaire:

- 11/4/02

- ♏️

- 🇭🇹

- ENFJ

- 🌹

- main vocalist, sub rapper and leader

- trained for 5 years

- robaire stans are called babes

- got #1 place on the survival show with pretty privilege and vibes (and talent of course)

- the richest member in 4town

- went to a posh private school

- people only think he’s just this flirtatious sex symbol but he’s more than that

- has a baby sister named Rosalie

- seen as the dad of the group

- in high school, he would receive love letters and flowers from women and men on valentine’s day

- is surprisingly good at painting

Aaron Z:

- 2/4/03

- ♓️

- 🇨🇳🇺🇸

- ISTP

- 🐱

- main rapper and vocalist

- trained for 6 years

- aaron z stans are called zooms

- got #2 place in the show because he could rap and he was hot

- has a sexy back tattoo

- reads his own fan-fiction

- when asked his ideal type, he said “i don’t really have a preference, not even for gender”

- the members say that he’s a grumpy old man stuck in the body of a boy band heart throb

- is a cat person through and through

- snores very loudly

- was an underground rapper and released music on soundcloud before he got famous

- will sleep through anything and everything

- big fan of tupac, kendrick lamar, missy elliot and lil kim

- suffers from intense anxiety to the point where one time he had to go on hiatus

Aaron T:

- 12/4/03

- ♐️

- 🇧🇷

- ESFP

- 🐯

- main dancer, lead rapper and sub vocalist

- trained for 4 years

- aaron t stans are called tigers

- got #4 place in the show because he’s funny

- has the funniest laugh ever

- always wears a backwards baseball cap

- one time him & Z went live while high

- used to have braces during his debut era

- has a cleft lip

- the group’s happy vitamin

- got his whole right arm tattooed

- undiagnosed audhd

- when people get into 4town they usually think T is the maknae until they see taeyoung

- is the one with the biggest appetite

- learned english through memes

- was raised on the beach

- had a brief crush on one of the older male trainees on star-made

Taeyoung:

- 8/4/04

- ♌️

- 🇰🇷

- INFP

- 🕊️

- lead dancer, vocalist, fotg and maknae

- trained for 1 year (because he was already going to a performance arts school prior)

- taeyoung stans are called doves

- got #5 place on the show due to his aegyo

- would’ve became a veterinarian if he wasn’t a K-pop idol

- has a love-hate relationship with being an idol

- despises doing aegyo with every fiber of his being

- mixes femininity and masculinity into his personal style

- king of dirty jokes

- bleaches his hair so much that people think he’s a natural blonde

- learned english through tiktok

- is very sensitive towards criticism

YALL TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THIS BC ITS GOOD‼️‼️

I love these, ofc I don’t agree with it all, but leaving it there in case it gives someone an idea:)

[nian-7]

Heyo, I think matchup reqs are open but if not feel free to ignore (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

If it's alright I'd like a romantic and platonic match up for Pjsk and bsd (if not just romantic/ pjsk is fine)

Info:

My names Karma

I'm a minor, 17

I'm afab but I'm Genderfluid and use all pronouns

I'm pretty short for my age, 5’1 the last time I checked unfortunately, sobs. I don't get out much besides going to work for money so I'm pale as hell. I have freckles pretty much everywhere not a whole lot but they're definitely noticeable. I am cursed with a baby face, it gets better when I put on my glasses though, im cursed with terrible vision, I'm not allowed to drive without my glasses it's that bad

My hair is a shaggy wolf cut with curtain bangs, I'm a natural blonde but I always dye my hair ginger cause it's my favorite look on me (I'm trying to look like Chuuya cause I love him sm)

I'm an INFP-T, I'm also Asexual and Panromantic (slightly woman leaning but not an insane amount) I dress in dark academia style almost always: cardigans, sweater vests, long over coats paired with sweaters underneath. I'm very much trying to be that person you fall in love with in the book store 

When I'm in public alone I am very much socially awkward and anxious. I keep to myself and I am terrified of causing trouble for anyone

I tend to be drawn to more loud people; or more like popular/louder people adopt me out of the blue and I go along with it (which is funny considering I'm usually quiet) 

Once I've warmed up with people I very much match energys with whoever I'm with, typically just trying to make friends laugh. I value people's happiness very much

If we're out at a mall or something I'm quieter, but in private I can get very loud 

I also have a very close group of online friends all over the world (Some of us are meeting up soon and I'm very excited)

A lot of people have said that I also have big sister vibes

I do have diagnosed Anxiety and depression, typically I try not to let anyone see that side of me. I can spiral a bit into episodes where I just kind of ghost people and ride out whatever feelings I'm dealing with, then come back about 3-6 days later

I don't really do well with anger in general, weather it be my own or other people's

I also don't really have any appetite most of the time (I'm not sure if it's medical or not) but this can cause me sometimes to get super dizzy out of nowhere because I've forgotten to eat/drink 

I'm a digital artist, and I actually write fanfiction on Tumblr as well. I absolutely love cats, I’d talk about my cat Hazel for hours if I could (She's mean to me but I still love her </3) I also really like Vocaloid/Hatsune Miku music (kinda not surprising considering pjsk lol), I don't usually mention it in person though cause it's embarrassing to explain that shes just a singing hologram

I also have a fox obsession, I own a huge fox plush that takes up a designated corner of my room lol

I don't mind most things personality wise in people, but I do wish to be respected obviously

I like someone I can poke fun at casually and who can poke fun at me as well

My love language is big gift giving (wether it be buying or drawing occasionally) and physical affection (Cuddles always ╥⁠﹏⁠╥)

I've gotten tones of jokes that I only go for gingers, but I have zero preference for looks

I'm an overly patient person and get a little annoyed when people aren't as patient (but it's not a complete put off or anything) 

I also am very much someone who has to be on time. If I am not on time I lose it a bit

I think that's all (Maybe too much ´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`)

But thank you so much in advance! I hope you have an amazing day/week 💟

hi, anon! i haven't read bsd in a while so i'm a little rusty so i only did prsk. hope you still enjoy!

I match you with... (platonically)

Saki Tenma!

-The biggest thing for you to be matched with Saki was the big sister vibes that you mentioned. The dynamic would just be too cute to pass up on!

-I tried to pick a more 'loud' or extroverted person and although I decided to opt for Saki instead of Tsukasa, I think you both would mesh together even when she's not necessarily as loud as her brother.

-Saki is like the person you can fall back onto in social situations when you get anxious. She doesn't mind taking the lead and helping you out when you get nervous.

-She's not someone who gets angry often and tries to be there for you when you ghost her or others. She tries her best to understand what you're feeling and tries to sympathize with you.

-You both having the same energy is something that would make the whole friendship mesh well and she has the capabilities to be calmer or quieter if needed.

I match you with... (romantically)

Shizuku Hinomori!

-Although Shizuku is somewhat different than Saki, I think she's the best match overall. The physical affection she gives to you is one of the big factors.

-As someone who enjoys pda/affection, Shizuku would love to cuddle or hold hands with you all the time. She kisses you in public and just loves to be near you.

-She loves the gifts you give her as well no matter what they are. She'll always gush about them whenever someone asks about something relating to it (whether that embarrasses you or not).

-She's a very light teaser and it comes off more lovingly than anything but she enjoys it when her partner gives her attention through light teasing too.

-Although a bit airheaded, she's treating you similarly to Shiho. Asking always if you're hungry or thirsty, being the talker in public if you need it, etc. She just gives you more romantic affection than sisterly affection (obviously)

[tysonfurybattlepass]

Top 5 sagittal crests in your opinion? I’m biased towards collecting male carnivore mammal skulls I’m a sucker for a big boy with a big crest.

sorry that 3 out of 5 are extinct but they dont make em like they used to :(

5. coatimundi (nasua nasua)

not the biggest or the baddest, but certainly one of the cutest. don’t feed the wildlife; with a sagittal crest like this they may just take your whole hand!

4. leopard seal (hydrurga leptonyx)

someone do some bite force testing on this thang. it’s the size of a polar bear with a similar appetite, a faster swim time, and a worse temper. because it doesnt have any arms or paws, the leopard seal has to kill and process its prey by clamping it in these vicegrip jaws and violently shaking it and beating it against the water until it rips apart into bite-sized chunks. i love his scary ass <3

3. bone-crushing dog (epicyon haydeni)

borophagines, or bone crushing dogs, were the ultimate hipsters. these guys were eating bones before hyenas and bearded vultures made it cool. unfortunately, their niche of big ambush predator was taken over by the stealthier and more efficient big cats, leaving them as a thing of the past.

2. cookie-cutter cat (xenosmilus hodsonae)

you already know how i feel about this beast. my sona. my favorite. my gigantic bear-cat-shark beloved. could bite a hole in you like an apple.

1. giant beardog (amphicyon major)

neither a bear nor a dog, but equally distantly related to both as an early-diverging caniform. the amphicyon genus was pivotal in ousting the creodonts as dominant mammalian predators and paving the way for today’s carnivoran empire. look at this thang. looks like he has a fuckin mohawk. ridiculous

[newergrowup]

you probably won't care but something big happened today in my universe. we had to put down my cat because of a long battle with cancer. even though each one of my friends who has come to my house at least once has had him in their hearts, i want to share with as many people as i can just how much he will be missed.

His name was Johnny, my sister brought him home in 2011 and we soon found out he was completely deaf, as most white cats are. He also had the biggest appetite, and every neighbour has, at the very least, once given him some food. He loved to cuddle and to be scratched on top of his butt. He had a funny meow, mostly sounding like a MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. He scared the short out of everybody. His favorite hobbies were attacking other cats, stopping cars has he would fall asleep in the middle of the road and not hear the clacson or the pstpstpsts, and sleeping on every soft surface he could find.

Johnny, thank you for being the comic relief w nall needed, thank you for every cuddle, every lovely head bumps, and thank you for being the best cat you could be.

You were loved immensly. Your love has changed my heart forever. Goodbye my good boy. See you soon.

[darklovecat]

July favs?

Lego Icons Orchid Plant and Lego Flower Bouquet.

I love Lego and I love flowers so these are literally a dream come true. I've been obsessing over Lego flowers for the longest time and now that we have moved into our new home I thought it would be fun to build my own Lego flowers and decorate our new space. It doesn't take much time to build these and the instructions are very clear and easy to follow. The Flower Bouquet does not come with a vase which is something to keep in mind when displaying them. While I am not the biggest fan of the long leaves that are included in the Bouquet they can still be positioned in a way that complements the overall arrangement. I especially love the color of the flowers, they look stunning in person and the different colors make it very vibrant, they look so cute and my inner child is bursting with joy whenever I go up the stairs and catch a glimpse of them.

Braun Silk Épil 3

When I was 13 and asked my grandma about hair removal, she went to our cabinet, came back and handed me a pair of rubber gloves and told me to pull out the hair because that's how the girls in her village did it back in the day (I couldn't believe she was for real) and this epilator reminded me of that experience. It has been sitting in my closet for the longest time untouched after the initial day of buying and trying it. I was almost passing out from the excruciating pain and couldn't fathom how on earth anyone could endure using such a device. I have been going to my laser hair removal sessions since and have done around 20 sessions so my hair thickness has decreased significantly and the other day curiosity got the best of me and I tried it again and pain wasn't as unbearable anymore, in fact, I kind of began to enjoy the way my skin feels all prickly when epilating. The end result is undeniable though - my skin becomes super smooth and hairless for the next few weeks.

Cerave Lait Hydrant

I am skinny but my weight tends to fluctuate a bit depending on my medication use as it affects my appetite and I want to protect my skin so I always make sure I dry brush and hydrate my skin as much as I can with a focus on my butt and upper legs. I apply this immediately after taking an ice cold shower in the morning. I really like the Cerave products I have tried thus far, their formulations are effective and suited for sensitive skin, filled with great ingredients like ceramides, HA, glycerin and their moisturizers have a light formula and don't leave my skin feeling greasy like my Bioderma one. I opt for this one during the summer months, Cerave is a very affordable brand, it doesn't break me out, there is no scent and I have never met anyone who has had complaints about their products.

Cat.

[purplesurveys]

1841

What's the most worthwhile thing you've done in the last year? I've mentioned it to death at this point, but traveling to Thailand with my friends and seeing Yoongi in concert before he went off to military service. It was the first accessible tour BTS had (the previous ones were all in the US), and my friends and I needed it to happen for us.

What foods make you want to gag? I have a strong stomach when it comes to food and typically have no problem with textures, smells, all that stuff...my biggest issue is not liking fruits, but they're not necessarily something I gag over. I just don't like how they taste.

Do you consider yourself to be organized? Like what I've said before, I'm a messy kind of organized so idk where that falls under. I can be careless when placing things but I always remember where everything is.

Have you ever made out with someone? Yes.

What time do you get sleepy? Usually around 1 or 2 AM.

What music do you listen to? I nearly exclusively listen to K-pop these days.

How old were you when you started to walk? I would guess a little over 1 year old, since I have home videos from my 1st birthday party and those clips would show that I was still struggling to keep myself up. Kinda surprising and I would consider that delayed, since I have cousins who were able to walk at like 10-11 months old.

Which member of your family do you get along with the best? My sister. We have the same sense of humor and we generally have an excellent silent understanding of each other's moods.

What cheers you up when you're sad? My dogs, BTS, and wrestling. But I'm also generous towards myself - if I'm in a really down mood, I don't force myself to cheer up anymore.

What do you sleep in? My designated lounge clothes, which is really just a collection of thin, short, and airy pieces. Can't be all covered up in this tropical climate.

Have you ever tanned topless? I wouldn't want to do that. Even if you tell me I'd have an island to myself, I think I'd still be too shy to go topless.

Wear jewelry? I used to have a necklace constantly on, but I took it off a few months ago. It's sitting on my drawer for now.

What's something you've been told you're good at? Writing. And planning, in the sense of crafting PR pitches - which tbh is just an offshoot of writing as every presentation deck needs a strong and compelling narrative.

How much can you eat? Not a lot in one go; I have a very small appetite and rarely finish a full meal, unless I'm at home.

What's the furthest away you've ever traveled? Just around Southeast and East Asia.

Are you a cat or dog person? Dog!

Have you ever done drugs? Only once.

What does your room look like? It's certainly a lot homier and cozier than it used to be - a year ago we had some renovations done and upgraded my bed to a loft-style one, which was able to save a ton of space. That meant I could add some more stuff in my room that would help make it a comfier spot, so right now I have a loft bed with my work station under it, and dedicated shelves for all my K-pop merch. I also have a makeshift couch where I can hang if I don't feel like climbing up to my bed.

Recommend a really amazing book. I'd just recommend the last one I read since I don't read frequently - Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982.

Recommend a really amazing song. Wild Flower by RM or First Love by Suga. Amygdala by Suga is also good.

Recommend a really amazing movie. Steve Jobs.

Who's your favorite actor/actress? Kate Winslet and Audrey Hepburn.

Have you ever run away from home? No.

Do you exercise ever? The lack of exercise I do I make up for by walking as much as I can and as far as I can. I recently learned that I have low blood pressure, so that has explained a lot for me as far as why I seem to hate exercising so much.

Do you like your hair, the way it is and the colour? It has its good days but admittedly it's something I've been neglecting. It's way overdue for a new dye job and a major trim.

Do you have any friends named Baloo? Or is he just in the Junglebook? I don't know anyone named Baloo.

Are you a Disney movie fan? I'm not a superfan by any means, but I have my share of Disney movies that I really love.

Do you eat seafood? Yes. I had a ton of it just earlier.

When was the last time you cried? Couple of days ago, but they were good tears.

Do you have good working habits? I like to think so. I've slowed down in the last year or so and while that might give off the impression that I'm not as good as I used to be, the fact of the matter is I overworked myself to death when I was just starting out, and have simply learned how to strike the balance between setting boundaries while still performing at the quality I should be delivering.

So where the hell do you want to go in life? I just want to continue being responsible with my savings while not forgetting to enjoy life. I don't want to push myself on a leash, but I don't want to go out of bounds with my means either.

Contentment. It's a cliché answer but it's what I'm perfectly okay going for.

What are your boundaries? The only boundaries I can think of now are all work-related, but I'm glad to say I've been learning to keep those walls up and to not be a slave for my job.

What are some of the funniest things you can think of? I recently remembered the existence of the WWE musical chairs segment, and that was a treat to unlock from my memory hahaha.

What are two quirky little things about you? Thinking of 'quirky' things kinda makes me feel self-conscious, and it might be better asking someone else. What's quirky for me might just be otherwise normal without me knowing hahaha.

Are you claustrophobic? Nah not really, I don't have a lot of problem with being in cramped spaces or super crowded spots. If anything it just makes me annoyed hahaha.

Do you like getting wasted? I like getting a good amount of tipsy in that I become more extroverted and energized than usual, but I've graduated from blackout drunkenness. Not something I'd want to experience again.

List three things that you look for in a friend. Low-maintenance, on a similar wavelength humor- and vibe-wise, is talkative and likes to share stories and ask questions.

Do you prefer Angels and Airwaves or Rhianna? Rihanna.

What religion are you, if any? I haven't identified with any religion in nearly 15 years, although I was baptized as Roman Catholic and technically that's what I am.

If your house was on fire (and your family escaped), what would you save? If family already includes the dogs, I'd simply go for my phone before making my way out.

Do you have any sash belts? No.

What do you have on right now? Include everything, nail polish, makeup, etc BB cream, hair serum, t-shirt, culottes, a hair tie, glasses.

Does caffeine make you hyper? It keeps me awake and focused, but not hyper.

[saleintothe90s]

244. The Big List of Favorite Commercials (part 17)

(part 16)

1985 Velveeta Extra Thick Slices "enough for the biggest cheese appetite" TV Commercial

This commercial is kinda sickening but I love that "extra thick" voice. That plastic cheese is too thick!

"Six Degrees of Separation" by John Guare at Lincoln Center Theater [1990]

"His shirt isn't bleeding! HE'S BLEEDING!"

Frankie and Johnny's Furniture: See the Special Man [1989?]

[grumbling] "Let her have it!"

Conan showed this old commercial from New Orleans on his show back in 2012.

Here is a news report on it.

Jane Lynch Roach Control Combat Commercial 1995

Doesn't this look like a parody of a Combat commercial, and not a real combat commercial? Reminds me a lil of that SNL sketch with the roach killer that teared off their legs and then used the legs to beat the roach to death. However, this time Jane is the host of the episode.

New Coke Commercial (1986)

Next time I go out this week (which let's face it will probably just be the Publix) I'm doing my makeup like this.

McDonald's Filet-O-Fish - Commercial Classic 1985

This Minnie the Moocher x Filet O Fish mashup is a JAM.

Kraft Singles Tennis Cards Promo - Australian Commercial

We love you and your giant packs of cheese, Pam.

Little Shop of Horrors broadway play commercial 1983

Now, I've never seen Little Shop, I've only seen the parody on Family Guy of "Somewhere That's Green", and I just read the plot on wikipedia and it sounds sad. BUT but, this commercial has Marlene Danielle from Cats, pre her being with Cats through its entire original Broadway run.

1986 Snuggles Poison Contol PSA

Never ever ever...touch, taste or drink...bottles and boxes under the sink? Such a clunky saying.

NBC Commercial - Thank You (1986)

I discovered this one from the Jaboody Show. Yes, they obsess over how bald Dennis Franz is, and how sexy John Larroquette is. This is a shorter version, I can't find the long one where Jane Pauley says "z'thank you".

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[ahatintimestorybook]

Hopes and Friendships Chap. 20-A Witch's First Day of School

Hey guys! I’ve been on a roll this month with fanfics! Getting this one worked on after RHPC and while working on Indie Kids, which I also finished.

Thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!!

Enjoy!

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It was the first day of school. Mu looked at herself in the mirror wearing the outfit Luka and Harriet had bought for her during their shopping trip. She sighed in disappointment and sadness knowing that she would be entering a new school that doesn’t involve magic.

Many anxious scenarios played her head as she trotted downstairs to have breakfast with Harriet and Luka. What if magic just somehow happens?  What if no one likes her? Not wanting to show her nervousness Mu took a deep breath and gave a smile as she approached the kitchen.

“Morning!” Mu beamed.

“Morning Mu, how did you sleep?” Harriet asked.

“I slept okay, thanks for asking,” Mu replied as she sat down next to her best friend. Luka placed a plate of waffles topped with berries and whipped cream in front of Mu. She smiled in delight. 

Taking her fork, Mu sliced a bit of the waffle and took a bite out of it. She smiled seeing it tasted sweet, and kept on eating. 

“Is it good? It’s my dad’s secret recipe.” Harriet mentioned. Mu nodded and kept on eating.

“You're gonna need your appetite for your first day of school.”  Luka mentioned as he prepared the girls lunches.

“So any questions about human school you’d like to know?” Harriet asked.

Mu thought which questions would be good to ask as there were far too many questions she had in mind. “How are human world schools different from magic schools?” Mu asked.

“Well to start, no magic and no crazy teachers that want to kill us,” Harriet mentioned. Mu sighed, but Harriet wasn’t sure if that was a sigh of relief for no evil teachers or a sigh of sadness for a lack of magic.”But, you’re in the same class with me.”

Mu’s eyes widened. “Really?” She asked. Harriet nodded. “But how? Is that not difficult to achieve?” She asked.

“Dad has a way!” Harriet replied.

“I won’t say who, but your teacher this year was an old friend of mine. I told them how we took in an exchange student from another country and to make sure you're not separated they put you in their class.” Luka explained.

Mu felt a wave of relief wash over her. She wouldn't be separated from her best friend. Once she and Harriet were done eating they grabbed their lunches and backpacks, but before they could leave Moonjumper and Boss looked at the girls hoping to come along with them.

“Sorry guys, you have to stay home with Dad.” Harriet told them.

“Aww…” Moonjumper sighed looking down.

Boss sighed in relif. “Good. I’ll just relax.” He replied as he went to Harriet’s bed and slept.

Moonjumper then latched himself on to Harriet and gave his partner the biggest puppy dog eyes. “Come on, can we please go with you?” He asked.

“You’ll be fine at home. Dad will take care of both of you.” Harriet told him.

“I can be a plush toy! I’m good at it!” Moonjumper explained.

“I’m sorry Moon, but don’t worry. I’ll be back home soon.” Harriet gave Moonjumper a hug and put down. “See you later!” She beamed, grabbing Mu’s hand as they ran out of the house too. They made their way along their path, Mu smiled and laughed, trying to catch up to Harriet’s speed.

Once they made it to Starshine Elementary, Mu became starstruck at how big the school was. “This is your school?” Mu asked.

“Yep!” Harriet replied. She smiled as the two saw a green and blue blur running by, “And here’s one of my closest friends!” She beamed. Mu saw a girl around their age come running down before them. Jumping at Harriet and giving her a big hug.

The girl had dark skin, dark brown curly hair tied with a light blue ribbon, purple eyes and wore a green blouse with a light blue skirt, along with white cat socks and black boots. “Harriet! I missed you!” The girl beamed.

Harriet giggled. “I missed you too Brandy.”

“How was your summer?” Brandy asked.

Harriet giggled. “You could say it was magical,” she replied.

Brandy giggled. She turned to Mu. “Who’s your new friend?” 

“Oh right, Brandy this is Emily, or Mu as she likes to be called. She’s an exchange student dad and I took in over the summer.” Harriet explained, going along with the story her dad told her. “Mu this is Brandy, we’ve been friends since Kindergarten.”

“N-nice to meet you.” Mu replied, stuttering a bit.

Brandy giggled. “Hi there, any friend of Harriet is a friend of mine!” She beamed, taking Mu’s hand.

Mu was nervous to reply but managed to give a warm yet shaky chuckle. Harriet nudged her witch friend and gave a wink. “If you like me, you’ll definitely like Brandy. She's really cool and fun.” Harriet mentioned. 

Brandy giggled. “Guess what, Harriet,” she asked. “I’m in the same class as you this year!” 

Harriet squealed. “That’s great,” she beamed, “the three of us should sit together!”

“You read my mind!” Brandy replied. With that Harriet grabbed Mu’s hand as the girls went inside the classroom.

Once inside, Harriet and Brandy reunited with all their classmates and started to talk about their summer together. “So Harriet,” Brandy whispered, “tell me about your magical summer.”

Harriet nodded. “A lot has happened you see-“ Harriet was then cut off by the bell meaning class was about to start. “I’ll tell you at lunch.”

Once everyone was in class, the teacher came in. Harriet’s eyes widened as she recognized her from previous interactions. The teacher wore a light blue dress, brown pants and black shoes. Her rose red hair was tied into a side braid. She faced the class with a bright smile on her face.

“Good morning, and welcome back!” The teacher said happily. “I’m Miss. Rose, I’ll be your 5th grade teacher for this year!” 

Harriet quickly got up from her seat. “It’s nice to meet you W-I mean Miss. Rose!” She blurted out.

Miss. Rose giggled. “Harriet, I know your dad knows me, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get special treatment to call me by my full name.” She explained. 

The class giggled, which made Harriet laugh alongside them, just a tad more embarrassed, as she sat back down. “Sorry, sorry, I’m just excited for this year that’s all.” She explained.

“Well, it seems like you guys did have a nice, long, exciting break.” Miss. Rose explained. “So as a starter, why don’t we spend this morning getting to know each other before you guys go meet with the elective teachers.” The class agreed. “Alright, to start, why doesn’t the exchange student take the lead.” She said pointing to Mu.

The witch knew the teacher was talking about her and stood up nervously from her seat. “Uh… hi… I’m Emily, but I like to be called Mu.” She started. “It’s nice to meet you all.” Mu sat down and sighed in relief.

The class smiled, which made Mu smile. “Feel better?” Harriet whispered. Mu nodded and the two listened to the rest of their class each talk about themselves and their favorite moments about summer.

After a while, it was Brandy’s turn to speak. “Well, I’m Brandy, and my summer was alright. I got to visit my aunt in the city.” She explained.

She then looked at Harriet giving her a turn to speak up. “I’m Harriet Kidd, and during my summer I-“

“Was stuck in your fantasy world again?” A young boy asked, causing his little group to laugh.

“No!” Harriet snapped. “I was-“

“Pretending to be a witch!” Another boy in that same group cut Harriet off, which started to get the class except Mu and Brandy, to laugh.

Harriet went quiet and sat back down, but Mu was angry and she got up. “She and her dad visited me!” Mu yelled, getting the class quiet. “Harriet and her dad went traveling and I met them! That’s why I’m here!” Mu yelled. Harriet looked up at Mu and smiled seeing her friend stand up for her. Even if what Mu said wasn’t true it was something better than what she could’ve come up with.

“And don’t you pick on Harriet, Dylan!” Miss. Rose pointed to one of the boys. “I heard from your 4th grade teacher about your behavior towards her and others. I will not tolerate it.” Miss. Rose explained.

Dylan groaned and crossed his arms. Mu glared knowing Dylan would be on her nerves and looked at Harriet before whispering in her ear. “If you need me to get back at him let me know.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Harriet whispered back as the two girls giggled.

The rest of class was normal and uneventful. Afterwards, the students got to visit all of the elective classes for the year. Mu was excited to try out all the classes. During the tour, Harriet kept on getting bumped and teased by Dylan, who would later act all innocent when someone else looked at him. 

Mu glared and had her wand hidden under her sleeves when she whispered a spell that caused Dylan to trip on his shoelace and fall on his face, causing everyone to laugh. Mu smirked and Harriet looked up with a smile. 

“You're horrible,l Mu.” Harriet whispered and snickered.

“I was just born that way.” Mu replied, giving a shrug. The girls giggled as they walked back to their classroom to work on their lessons for the day.

Since it was only the first day of school, the lessons were simple, so at times the kids asked Mu questions about her old school, and her life.

“So what kind of school did you go to before coming here?” One girl asked.

“A private school,” Mu replied.

“Have any friends? I’d love to meet them.” A young boy asked.

“Yep! I have a few, plus Harriet.” Mu answered, giving a nod.

Harriet smiled seeing Mu was adjusting well with everyone. She then felt a tap on her shoulder which made her turn towards Brandy. “I have a question about Mu, can I ask you very quickly?” She whispered.

“Sure what is it?” Harriet asked. Brandy leaned in Harriet’s ear and whispered her question. Harriet reacted with a cat-like smile. “Ask her at lunch. I won’t say.” She replied. Brandy smiled and gave a nod.

Lunch rolled around and Mu, Harriet and Brandy sat down at a table away from the rest of the kids. “This is where Brandy and I usually sit.” Harriet explained. 

Once the group was seated, Brandy didn’t hesitate to ask her a question. “You're a witch are you?” Brandy asked. 

Mu spit out her drink in surprise and coughed. “N-no!” She yelled. “What makes you say that?”

Harriet sighed. “Mu, remember when I said you’ll like Brandy?” She asked. Mu turned to her friend. “Well Brandy also likes magic like I do, so she’s safe to tell her you're a witch.”

Mu sighed feeling relieved. “Well to answer your question; yes I am a witch.”

Brandy’s smile widened and she hugged Mu tightly. “That is so cool!” Brandy beamed. “What kinds of magic can you do? Do you have a cat? I know witches have cats! Ooh tell me tell me!” Brandy was so excited as she wanted to know everything about Mu, the real Mu..

Mu chuckled. “Okay, okay. I can show you the magic after school. I do have a cat named Boss, he keeps me in line most of the time.” She explained.

“He’s also cuddly.” Harriet added. 

Brandy giggled in reply. “I’m guessing you didn’t travel to another country, but a witch world?” She asked, looking at Harriet.

Harriet nodded. “Yep! Speranza.” She replied. “Plus I even found clues about my mom.”

“That’s amazing!” Brandy beamed in reply. “So is she home safe?”

Harriet frowned and shook her head. Brandy frowned in reply knowing it wasn’t good news. “Turns out my grandma, who is also the headmistress, took her away from me and turned her into a monster.” Harriet explained.

Brandy frowned and hugged her friend. “I’m sorry, Harriet.” She said, before turning to Mu. “I guess you got stuck here too?” Mu nodded. 

“So now we’re trying to find a way to get back to Speranza to save my mom!” Harriet beamed.

Brandy smiled. “Um…if you want, I can help.” 

“How can you help?” Mu asked.

“I have a lot of magic-esq stuff at my house.” Brandy answered. “Maybe there’s something I have that could help.”

Mu and Harriet smiled seeing they were slowly making progress. “Alright. We’ll go!” Mu answered.

[foxxdoolz]

Journal (12-10-24)

Long time no see.

My brother's dead.

I'm home and everything's weird. Nobody is taking it well, everyone's crying all the time, but that's the biggest part of it. I got the call on Sunday at like 1 PM, and I was on a flight home at 4. Since then, it has just been a lot of talking and sharing stories. A lot of laughing, which isn't typically what one thinks of when it comes to grieving, but my family's pretty weird.

Sunday night, I was talking to my dad, and he broke down in front of me. "He was so cold." He told me, he was the one who found him. He told me he needed some alone time, I gave it to him, and he went outside and started throwing shit. He broke a glass table. I think it helped. He seems to be doing better now. My parents are at the funeral home right now.

His best friend was the one who called my parents. They were supposed to hangout on Friday night, like they do every week, but my brother said he was feeling sick. Saturday came around and he hadn't heard back from him, texted and called him with no answer, and when Sunday rolled around, he told my parents what was going on and my dad went and checked in on him.

That friend isn't doing so hot. The two of them were practically soulmates. He blames himself. I'm trying my best to help.

I think I'm handling it pretty well. I was a mess on Sunday. God, how many times can someone break down in an airport. When I stepped off the plane and felt the cold Minnesota air, it made it feel all the more real. My sister and my brother and I's friends came to pick me up. I saw my sister, my sister who is no longer a twin, and we sobbed into each other.

His best friend and I hugged, and the first words I said were "I'm sorry I haven't talked to you in so long." And we hugged. His other best friend and I hugged, and I hugged that friends younger sister, who was also my brother's friend.

I wasn't supposed to be home for the holidays, and here I am.

My brother's cats are now my parents' cats. They're acting different from how they usually act, so I looked it up. One of them is super clingy and vocal, and the other is hiding away and has a loss of appetite, which are both signs of them grieving.

The police think something is suspect about it, and we still don't know the cause of death as they're looking into it, but we're all pretty sure there's no foul play involved. My brother never had any enemies. He had a bruise on his face though. His phone was on him, he could have called. He doesn't like going to the doctors.

I haven't slept a lot. Slept maybe an hour that first night. Slept maybe about three this past night. Neighbors keep bringing around food, there's so much food. My dad's been calling us Italian.

It's gonna be like two weeks before we have his Celebration of Life. We're gonna get him cremated, and we're not gonna have a funeral, because we don't know where to lay him to rest yet. Some time in the summer, we're gonna go up North to the cabin and spread some of his ashes there. I don't really believe in any after life things, but he really loved it up there, and I think it would be a really nice place to rest.

We're all gonna go over to his house tomorrow and go through his stuff.

Yesterday they went to his work and cleaned out his locker. My mom saw his boots and hat and broke down, so did our friends, I've been doing a lot of comforting because I relatively taking it better than all of them.

My worst fear about moving away was that someone was going to die and I wasn't going to be able to say goodbye. I never expected it to be my 24 year-old brother.

My dad has a little collection of the belongings that were on him, including his wallet, so I went through it when I had some alone time. It was just his business cards left in there, but at the very bottom was my business card, and it made me cry. And when I looked up I was face to face with a photo of him, and I started to loose it a little. He kept my business card on him. I wonder if he would look at it sometimes and think of me.

Its just been a lot of sitting around and waiting, and everyone's getting kind of antsy. I had expected it to be go go go, but it's not.

But it's been a lot of reminiscing and looking at photos and laughing and being with each other. We're all a little cried out, but it's gonna keep happening.

When I got home from the airport on Sunday, I hugged my mom for a long time, and then I saw my dad walk out, and I saw his eyes get teary. It's the same look on his face when he listens to See You On the Other Side by Ozzy because it reminds him of his mom. I held onto him so hard.

We weren't supposed to lose our brother.

I never said it enough, but I love you. Even when our relationship was shitty and we hated each other, you were always my brother and always will be. I love you.

[noctomania]

I've been about 2 weeks sober now, and my appetite is a bit better. I've not had any serious urges to go reup. I think it helps that my preferred dispensary is shut down now for unknown reasons.

I really am such a different person on weed.

Sober: i lack enthusiasm to do much of anything. I don't get aroused. I'm tired and bored and the boredom makes me more tired. I'm not inclined to keeping up with cleaning or hygiene. I lack patience.

When high: I'll get a spurt to clean for hours. I can get excited to play my games. Showering sounds like a good experience that I want to do. Less inclined to getting irritated.

My biggest issue with weed has been moderation. I don't know what that looks like. My hope is that I stay sober for a long time, and if i return to weed it be only edibles. But that's hard. Because I can have trouble in moderation with food too. Also in having patience to wait for the edible to kick in. There are now fast acting edible gummies and those were great when i tried them.

But again...moderation. brain is like "this feels good. I want to double the feel good. Let us double the dose" even though i know that is not how it works. You can only get so high. Before you either get too high or there is just no higher high. Also I still weirdly have the desire to inhale something to get high. What the hell is that about.

Now we may be legalizing other drugs like shrooms. I cannot trust myself to even touch anything more than weed for fear of liking how it feels too much.

Also, though, why can't I just buy a single nug yanno? In college, I used to be able to get a dime bag, and because it was so little an amount, I never had the ability to develop such a tolerance. However, I was also sharing with friends, so there's that, too.

Again. Wish i was a cat. I'd be nipped out daily and be fine. Cats don't have jobs, and people don't judge them for nipping it up and encourage it even.

Edit: I'm so fucking thankful that my body just fully rejects alcohol. That would have been a disaster.

[olliesadventuresss]

Things that make my dog built different

Now you might be sitting here thinking what the hell does she mean by built different, let me explain. Now to the average person looking at my dog you’d think ‘oh he’s kind of cute okay’ now he might look like a sweet innocent little dog but trust me that is far from the truth, he is a little spawn of Satan. Taking a look at his size you would think oh he’s a tiny little dog he can’t eat too much, well let me stop you right there because let me tell you this dog has the appetite of a horse. I have seen this 14-pound dog absolutely devour an entire family of 6 bag worth of McDonalds food in under a minute and let me tell you there was not one single crumb left behind one thing that dog doesn’t do is waste food. Along with his borderline food addiction he also has a small problem with toys. Now when I say small I actually mean a pretty big problem, you see the second I give this dog a toy and I mean THE SECOND I give it to him he immediately rips it to absolute shreds. Now this is actually lowkey terrifying to watch because he’s a chihuahua, dachshund, and jack Russell, the Jack Russell hunting side of him just comes out and he picks the toy up and starts violently thrashing his head back and forth and then digging at it until it is absolutely destroyed. I think it’s his way of showing his dominance over his toys (he has Napoleon syndrome) but man it really makes you think like damn he could really hurt me if he wanted to. Now before I make him sound too big and bad you have to know that he really is the biggest scaredy cat, cry baby ever. He is a hardcore mama’s boy and is by my side always. He also loves to do this fun little thing where he has to bark at every single little sound and creak in our apartment building because he thinks that means someone is breaking in trying to kill us obviously. Now if this didn’t convince you just how built different Ollie is then stick around to hear more next time.