#and i love wearing hoodies so i keep my house at a temp that is comfortable for hoodie wearing indoors

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

Suddenly remembering I have friends coming over within a couple hours and they keep their house at a balmy 'you'll be sweating if you wear a long sleeve shirt' and my house is somewhere south of 'layer some socks or you'll get frostbite'

Guess I should turn the furnace on now and try to find a comfortable temperature somewhere in the middle

[itoshi-s]

girlie you are the most correct rin runs oh so warm. count your prayers this winter that you can cut back on heating costs bc your boyfie is a walking furnace no joke. poor baby has to wear loose muscle tanks and shorts at home so he can be comfy and not sweat up a storm tragic :((( but you are most definitely not complaining at the free eye candy, especially not when he pries his shirt off (all sexy and smooth in one motion tugging it down from his back) and you’re rewarded with the sight of his well defined pecs and washboard abs glistening with a thin sheen of sweat i am going insane…. 😋 he most definitely only sleeps in boxers and you take the opportunity to latch onto him every night like a koala to soak in his warmth<333 (he pretends to grumble about it but secretly loves it)

on the other hand sae is a REPTILE his body is just naturally cold. keeps him cool in the summer but when the temperature starts to drop he’s immediately back to wearing his trusty thermal compression fits (half his wardrobe is just those lmfao) the team in madrid definitely made fun of him for wearing gloves when it’s barely even autumn until he kicks their ass what a show off. but that means he def gravitates towards your natural body heat!! always has his hands on you in some way, tucked in your pocket, caressing your waist or hips under your shirt (or cupping your ass and resting it on your titties 👀🤭) one night where he was especially exhausted from practice and just fricking cold he silently crawled under your oversized sweater until his head was resting on your chest and he was fully body straddling you, the hair at the top of his head tickling your chin stop im making myself cry :(((( you immediately stock up on more oversized hoodies afterwards sigh I WANT THEEMMMMMM

OOOHH my god riv !!! :,( YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG I CANNOT DEAL W TJIS !!!!! it’s 100000% canon kaneshiro told me himself !

yep rinnie poor baby !!:( he’s always so warm, going absolutely crazy when the heatwaves strike !!!! takes his showers icy cold bc 1) they’re good for ur health and help him wake up in the morning 2) it cools him down at least a bit ! he DEFINITELY parades around the house nearly naked alsnskks gives u a whole show with the way his muscles flex with the tiniest movements !</3 his hugs feel SOOOOO good though because he’s just so incredibly warm …..large hands rubbing up n down your back and it feels so heavenly @_@

SAEEEEEEE OH GAWD he’s so cute !!!!!! whenever the temp drops he immediately gets the cutest reddened cheeks !! </3 AND HIS LIL NOSE PLS ! you tease him a lot abt it but you ain’t laughing no more when he slides his ICY cold hands under your shirt !!!!! also yep he def gets veryyy handsy! he just needs to warm them up a bit :( but his touch feels so nice, you don’t mind at all ! he’s def a bit self conscious about it at first, though - cuz his hands are always freezing and feel WAAYYYY too cold, he doesn’t want it to feel uncomfortable :( but he notices you don’t pay it any attention, only shiver a bit then give him the sweetest smile - cause you love feeling his hands on you <3 HES SUCH A BIG BABY…….. curls up on top of u like a lil cat ! hums into your chest abt how you’re so warm and feel so good !!!!!

[purpleopossum]

OFMD, Good Omens, and The Brett Sherlock Holmes show

Really pretty green knee-highs I made out of some thick tights

Sometimes. Depends.

My go to outfit in general is a long skirt, white blouse, belt, vest, and some american duchess shoes. I often add a necklace for jewelry

Omlet

Whatever's handy

Black tbh, though I am proud to have a variety of color

Antique radios and phonographs/antiques in general

I love rose scent, and storms are really nice

Aesthetic

I prefer contacts, but I haven't worn them in some years because my eyes were too dry from insomnia

Resilience

Pen

Home or nature

No houseplants at present, though I want to get into it

I don't own any hoodies. I generally wear a shift or nightgown for loungewear

A new, prettier copy of the Fanny Farmer cookbook (I was giving my sister my old copy)

The original broadway run of Peter Pan

I put together a peasant outfit with a dress I had, a belt, and a t-shirt for a wimple.

Normal Math I guess?

Renoir (Impressionist victorian women in fluttery dresses with flowers) Or whoever it was who did all those renaissance paintings of normal, fleshy naked women where they all look like goddesses (His name escapes me), Or the Pre-Raphaelites. Those are good.

Iced, though it very much depends on the day and drink

Old folk songs that I have rotating in my brain

I like to think so

Don't have any, don't want any, though I have used clip on earrings and I wouldn't mind trying temp tatoos just for fun

I cook and bake, though my specialty isn't quite either. My specialty is a molded chocolate cream (it's kind of like a chocolate pudding, but molded and pretty. It's a victorian dish)

I have a shell keychain that was in my house when I was growing up. It's pretty and I'm attached to it lol

I'm decent in the water. I love swimming; I feel like a mermaid

I did not. We had playmobile. My favorite playmobile was a horse and cart with a little girl that we had

Ish? I have stuff neat so I can find it.

Don't remember

Like an iridescent Rainbow with glitter that doesn't exist. My hair is realllly long and I want to look like a fairy princess

Headphones. Earbuds hurt my ears

Yes

I still have it. It's a stuffed animal blanket thing from when I was a baby. It has the head and front legs of a lamb, white with pink satin. I call it Lambie

I don't think I'm very good at most table games, but I'm okay at pool if I play regularly

Don't mind, just don't be a nuisance

Blackmore's Night. They're amazing and no one has heard of them

I got some sleep last night and stayed in bed all day today, so I feel better than I have recently :)

A big spreading oak, with lots of shade and easy/sturdy to climb. Bonus if it makes an enclosed hideaway

I don't wear deodorant. My soap is rose scented.

No games. I have a flipphone for call or text

Light off, with this cheap battery powered starry sky lamp I have on. It's really dim and pretty and peaceful

Keep it in my wallet. It's money right?

Yeah! I've been working on switching to cursive because I like it better, and it's starting to become habitual, so I'm actually weirdly excited about this question lol

Ghosts (2019). This website wouldn't shut up about it.

I do.

I have a soup plate thing that's shaped like a fish

sleep, watch the rain, do something peaceful. I like to walk in the rain, but I wear glasses so it's hard lol

Hard to say. I'm always trying to figure that out myself (My brain is holding me hostage and won't turn off) Warm, with the heaviest blankets ever. Pitch black dark and a storm outside. Someone next to me who cuddles me close in their arms. Pillow at my head, between my legs, under my legs, and supporting my upper arm (side sleeper). I need to feel like I am in a cocoon lol

50 Questions Just Because

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Do you like smoothies?

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

How do you like your eggs?

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

What color dominates your closet?

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

What sounds or scents calm you down?

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

What are some places where you feel most at home?

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

What kind of math are you best at?

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Iced or hot drinks?

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Are you a good driver?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

What’s the last music video you watched?

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Headphones or earbuds?

Can you read analog clocks?

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

What was the best part of your day today?

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

What scent is your deodorant?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

What do you do with spare change?

Do you have good handwriting?

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Do you like to go on walks?

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

[whaleofatjme1920]

ELSIE BESTIE I HAVE A QUESTION/ASK but i don't know if your asks are open and if they aren't then ignore this BUT OKAY

you said one of your favorite proxies to write about was kate, and i was wondering if you could tell us about your version/headcanons for her is you haven't already? only if you aren't busy though don't stress yourself out OKAY LOVE YOU BYE

Kate the Chaser Headcanons

sure can!! Lots of love to you <3 RIP to my other inbox there's like 4 of you left let me do this please

Kate is a lesbian.

I'm so tired of seeing her with Hoodie, or Masky, sometimes even Toby she's a lesbian let her thrive.

She's such a cottagecore dream girl.

Loves frogs and moths, deer and flowers!

Kate is really, really good at herbology and botany! She learned from EJ.

Depending on how long she's at the temp house for, she'll actually start up a garden or tend to the garden that the previous owners had.

Kate is a natural magnet for wildlife. Deer, moths, stray cats, she will befriend them all.

Kate actually does like to go on runs early in the morning and late at night.

She has reading glasses. Does she wear them when she needs them? Only if she remembers to bring them!

She was once the runt of the group, but Masky and Hoodie warmed up to her really fast so she didn't go through the hazing process for NEAR as long as other proxies might.

Toby never participated in the hazing process because he genuinely liked her from the start. She's like his little sister.

Kate likes heavy metal and general grunge/emo music.

Kate generally gets along with everyone, she has no beef because she doesn't start it, end it, or participate in it.

If someone messes with her group that's a different story. She's pretty protective over her group.

Honestly she's like a little sister to all three of the proxies in her group, Masky, Hoodie and especially Toby.

She's actively trying to stop Masky from smoking!

She and Hoodie go on lots of drives together.

Toby will go to the lake with her or weird places in the towns they're staying in and they'll talk about anything and everything. They like exploring the places they're in. Abandoned places, places with people, just anything and everything.

Kate is actually the most stable and secure driver but her three companions say she's the worst.

Kate has some really dry humor.

She likes to braid her hair but enjoys it even more when Jane gets around to it. EJ also likes to braid it as well.

The Operator is actually surprisingly gentle with Kate. He's accidentally called her "my dear one" despite her actively not liking the Operator and being one of the strongest to fight against him.

She's an ambivert that leans towards introversion.

She was an outdoorsy kid and is an outdoorsy adult. She's not very graceful lmfao.

Likes to dance, especially when she has her earbuds in!

Kate is probably a witch. Does she always keep up with her craft? No, but she tries her best.

Literally go off about the natural world she loves that. She knows so many rock facts-

She's honestly a bit of a farm gal as well.

Kate almost rivals Masky in being a caretaker for their group.

She likes working out.

I like to think that proxies always have one mentor that's an independent. It was a tradition started centuries ago that when proxies are new, they are not only taken in by their group, but an independent. The independent becomes their mentor on things proxies don't teach and are like their gateway to the society that proxies can't explain as well as an independent can.

Kate's mentor was Jeff.

The friendship she has with Jeff is absolutely unmatched, and he calls her 'Katydid' as a show of how much he loves her.

Speaking of, Jeff hasn't taken on a protégé in a while. Kate was his first in a long time and his most beloved.

She actually likes being in the city. Seeing all the sights and sounds, just having a fun time, getting lost in the lights? It's gorgeous in her opinion.

Kate reminisces about her before becoming a proxy with slight fondness and sadness.

She misses CR.

She misses Lauren something fierce.

She's actually not always feral. It's just a front she puts up to freak her victims out. She's in compete control of herself, but when she puts on her mask, she jus changes a bit.

She has photosensitivity, but it's not THAT severe. She just gets really annoyed by it and often has to wear sunglasses when she's out during the day.

Kate's favorite season is Fall.

Honestly don't disrespect her she will fight you.

She's kind of quiet, but she's not shy.

Kate is medically smart too. When EJ's not around or Hoodie doesn't want to handle it, she's got her group.

She's the shortest of her group at 5'5.

I usually write her with dark eyes.

She's a lot more elusive than people give her credit for.

One of the most human and respectful proxies.

She's probably the best one out of them.

[soclonely]

The Clones as My Dad's Snow Storm Purchases For Urban Oklahoma

Ok bless this man. My mom is from up north. She spent her life shoveling snow in the upper peninsula of Michigan, where on average they get around 360inches of snow a year. But my dad, bless his heart, has never experienced real snow in his life minus a vacation here and there and Oklahoma, where they live, got LOADED with snow and negative temps. My mom let him do the shopping for supplies and groceries and I had to because it's so ridiculous I love him. As I have said before, my dad is like Tech so naturally he did hours of research before shopping.

Rex- coffee, like a lot. He went to Costco and bought 3 bulk coffee containers

Echo- bulk vitamins. Doesn't want to get sick and sound funny this week on zoom I guess?

Fives- frozen pizzas. They are taking up a quarter of my parents deep freezer

Jesse- stacks upon stacks of bottles water, which is actually good because their pipes froze

Kix- Sorel Winter boots that he will probably only wear a few times because my mom does all the winter shoveling(she enjoys it, it's a good workout, my dad has noodle arms)

Tup- hot cocoa and fuzzy socks for him, my mom, and my baby brothers

Dogma- a shovel that also acts as a garbage pick

Hardcase- blow up tubes for sledding. I hope they find a hill because the prairie is flat. Sled down the side of our storm shelter in the yard I suppose?

Coric- so much junk food. Like my mom doesn't know what to do with it. He got cookies and chips and lil donuts

Bly- instant soups, a solid 20 packs. Not even kidding on the number mom says. 20 of the dump in water, heat, and serve

99- A mop for cleaning up the piping mess.

Cody- space heater for the living room when the fire place is off

Waxer and Boil- board games to keep my mom and the youngest two brothers busy. My mom homeschools so this was actually a smart move for the week

Wolffe- steaks. "They were on sale!"

Sinker and Boost- a heat gun to melt the ice off the car and sauna doors because they were frozen shut. My mom without a sauna is like obi wan without a 3 minute break from Anakin

Hunter- humidifier because y'all, shit down there gets DRY. It's a big one and they still have to refill it 4 times a day. Current humidity reading in the house is 38%

Wrecker- 15lb package of spaghetti noodles 😭😭😭

Tech- bubble coat and snow pants for the family. They can withstand temps of down to -30 degree F. After his presentation of how great they were my mom went out in a hoodie and shoveled their driveway AND the neighbors.

Crosshair- a new lock for his office because he knows my mom is going to get shack wacky since she won't be going anywhere with the kids this week and will send the 6 year old up to bug him.

[flourgirl]

Waiting On The Warmth

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You accidentally catch a glimpse of Peter’s spider-bite induced abs and it brings up feelings you didn’t know you had.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Just some super fluffy pining from two dorks in love. Also, some swear words.

A/N: I churned this out this morning during my very last architecture lecture of the semester! Hope you guys like it <3

“I watched you get undressed I must have turned bright red 'Cause I couldn't stand to face you 'Cause I liked what I saw And maybe we should just be friends” -Like or Like Like, Miniature Tigers

“It’s so cold,” you whined, rubbing your arms in an attempt to keep warm. You had only been in New York for five months and your body still hadn’t adjusted to the low temperatures. “Is nobody else cold? Is this just how you guys live?”

Midtown was too cheap to turn up the heat in the winter, meaning the school was only as warm as the concrete walls could make it. Even your chunky turtleneck wasn’t enough to suffice and your winter coat was just too bulky to be wearing around.

“Y/N, it really isn’t that cold. It’s only, like, 40 degrees. Plus, it’s October. The worst is yet to come,” Ned reminded you, your classmates filing into the auditorium to watch Principal Morita’s annual drug safety presentation.

You continued in agony, your teeth starting to chatter. Sure, it wasn’t even freezing temps, but where you came from, winter just meant that you had to throw on a hoodie before you left the house.

The crowd of students jostled you around, and you huddled close to Peter, who had quickly become your best friend. You didn’t know what you’d do if the two of you hadn’t been paired up in chemistry class. Probably sulk around and not talk to anybody.

“Are you actually that cold?” Peter asked, smiling down as you held onto his arm to keep from getting separated from the group. You nodded, your brows furrowed from watching kids pass by wearing nothing but t-shirts. 

“Here, come on.” He pulled you aside as Ned, MJ, and Betty saved your seats. You watched gratefully as Peter proceeded to peel off his sweatshirt and hand it to you. The only thing was, his shirt was stuck to the inside of it, exposing the lower part of his torso for a split second.

Peter Parker had abs. Like a whole six pack. Is that really what had been hiding under his oversized sweaters and flannel button downs? Was he some kind of undercover student athlete?

You snapped yourself out of your daze, blinking back at Peter as he held out his sweatshirt for you to take, hoping that he couldn’t see how much you were blushing. Sure, he had always been cute to you, but this was different. Did you really think your Lego-building lab partner was hot?

“Thanks,” you said, sheepishly accepting his offer and slipping into the warm fleece material. Even though Peter wasn’t super big, it still hung off you like a dress, making you feel like you looked like a toddler. Nevertheless, you reveled in how much better you felt now that you weren’t absolutely freezing.

“You look good. Come on, let’s sit down before we get yelled at.” When he grabbed your hand to pull you to where the rest of your friends were sitting, as the two of you often did, your heartbeat suddenly got faster.

The two of you slumped into your auditorium chairs, and you were now hyper aware of how close you and Peter always sat. Your arm was against his, and you could tell that even in just his short sleeved shirt, he was still really warm. 

You had never noticed it whenever the two of you hugged, but his sweatshirt smelled really good. A light, clean smell that made you wonder if May had some fancy brand of laundry detergent that you needed to ask her about.

It seemed like hours before the overdramatic safety ad was over and the drama club had performed their cheesy skit on drunk driving. 

Peter leaned close to you, whispering in your ear, “Did you know Flash volunteers for this thing every year? He thinks it’ll get Sally Avril to notice him, but it never does.” 

“Uh, yeah, he’s such an idiot,” you laughed awkwardly. His face had been so close to yours. Normally, you wouldn’t even notice, but that all changed when you found out about Peter’s secret six-pack.

You shifted in your seat, trying to scoot away from him so you could brush these dumb feelings aside and not ruin your friendship. Last time you checked, MJ had told you that he had a crush on Liz Allan. Little did you know, Peter’s spidey-senses could tell something was off.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at you, making you notice how pretty his eyes were. Stop it, you begged yourself, you’re just friends. Good friends. Friends that cuddle during movie nights and wipe crumbs off each other’s faces and… shit.

You liked Peter. “Uh, yeah. I’m just super bored, you know?” you tried to assure him, wondering when this stupid thing would end so you could head off to the computer lab. 

You needed to focus on your programming assignment and not how cute Peter’s hair looked when it was messy. It was honestly way too much for you to handle at this point. 

Your leg bounced up and down, desperate for Principal Morita to wrap up his final warnings to the students. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before it was over and you were scrambling out of the auditorium away from Peter, hoping your silly little crush would go away by the time school ended.

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Peter had no idea what was going on with you, but you were acting really weird. It had been bothering him ever since this morning when you practically ran away from him without a word. Did his sweatshirt smell really bad and you were just leaving to take it off in private to not hurt his feelings? He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Usually, he’d wait by your locker at the end of the day so the two of you could walk home together, but maybe you needed some space. Except he remembered the two of you had to watch Honey, I Shrunk the Kids for homework and somehow analyze the experimental process of inventing Wayne Szalinki’s wacky ray gun.

“Hey,” he greeted you, watching as you shoved your notebooks in your backpack without even looking at him. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s just head to your place and get this stupid movie over with,” you sighed. Peter was shocked. He thought you were excited to have an excuse for a movie night during the school week. You were still wearing his sweatshirt, though, so at least he knew that he didn’t stink.

You walked about two feet further from him than you usually did, and he thought about if someone saw you two on the street, they’d think you were strangers. He closed the distance between the two of you, preventing you from wandering any further unless you wanted to run into a parking meter.

Even if you were mad at him for some reason,  the awkward silence let Peter appreciate just how cute you looked in his sweatshirt. He wondered if he should just give it to you, since it looked way better on you than it ever had on him.

She looks pretty in red, he thought, which surprised even him. He watched as you trudged down the sidewalk, your shiny hair bouncing in the cold air. Did you always look this good?

Peter usually spent most of his lunch period daydreaming about Liz that he had never even thought of you in a romantic way. But seeing you all bundled up in his clothes had given him all these mixed up feelings that he couldn’t shake.

When the two of you got to his apartment, Peter’s head had already been flooded with thoughts about what it would mean if he did have a crush on you. It would ruin the friendship for sure. 

There was no way that you were interested in him like that. Is that what was going on? Was him giving you his sweatshirt too romantic that it made you this awkward around him?

“Hello, earth to Peter,” May said, waving her hand in front of his face to get him out of his head. “I asked what you wanted for dinner? Y/N said she’s cool with anything, so it’s just up to you and me. I was thinking we could try out that new Greek restaurant down the street. What do you think?”

“No!” Peter blurted out, surprising both you and May. “Uh, I mean, I don’t know if I’ll like eating there, you know? I think we should stick to something safe. Something that we know. How about Chinese?” He wasn’t just talking about food, but he hoped that neither of you could tell.

“Uh, okay. Whatever you say, squirt,” May sighed, giving Peter a pat on the shoulder before going to ruffle through the drawer of take out menus. “You guys want the usual? Pot stickers, lo mein, and sesame chicken, right?”

“Yeah, that works!” you called out from the sofa. Peter was relieved to see that you were returning to your usual perkiness as he sat down next to you, making sure to leave a good couple of inches between the two of you.

In just twenty minutes, things were starting to feel normal again. You were chowing down on your favorite foods and discussing the plausibility of shrinking objects. After about an hour, you were snuggled up to him laughing as the son get carried away by a bee. 

Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned your head onto Peter’s shoulder, and he decided that you looked too peaceful while sleeping for him to do anything about it. You smelled like vanilla and cinnamon, and he thought about how he could get used to having you by his side like this.

You woke up to the loud soundtrack of tubas and stringed instruments to see the credits playing. You sat up, smoothing down your hair and adjusting the many layers that you had snuggled into. 

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Peter whispered, laughing a little bit as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

“What did I miss?” you yawned, lifting your arms in the air to stretch them. 

“Nothing much. The son gets the girl and they eat a really big turkey at Thanksgiving.”

“Okay, cool,” you said, slumping back down into the soft cushions of the couch. “Glad you were here to watch it with me.” 

You felt a lot better than this morning. Even if your feelings hadn’t disappeared, you had come to terms with the fact that you had a crush on your best friend, even if you were never going to tell him about it.

“May went out on a date,” Peter told you, trying not to think about how much he liked having you so close to him. “She said she wouldn’t be back until later.”

The two of you sat in silence, something that almost never happened with how much you both tended to ramble. You didn’t want to go home just yet, but you certainly couldn’t stay with Peter looking at you like that. Is that really how he always looked at you? With sparkling eyes and the sweetest smile you had ever seen?

“I, um, I should really go now. I’ll text you my answers to the homework, okay?” you stammered, throwing the blanket off of you and hurrying to pull his sweatshirt off so you could return it. But of course, you managed to somehow get yourself tangled inside of it. “Fuck! Hang on, just give me a second, I got this.” You didn’t.

“Y/N, calm down. Come on, let me help you,” Peter offered, easily lifting the sweatshirt off your head, only to be met with your pouty expression. His face was so close to yours, and you felt like you were about to faint.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, worry written all over his face. “I know you said you were bored this morning, and I’m sure you’re just tired and ready to go home, but did I do something to upset you? You’ve been acting, well… strange.”

You looked down at your socks, which had little dogs printed on them, unable to look Peter in the eyes. His soft brown eyes that you could just stare at for hours. 

“No, um, nothing’s wrong, Peter,” you lied.

“Then why won’t you look at me? Please, Y/N, if something’s been bothering you, I need to know.” You peered up to look at him, his brows furrowed and his stare intense. You just needed to come out and say it. He’s your best friend. Nothing has to change.

“Have you been working out?” you asked. It was all you could muster at this point.

“Uh, what?” Peter replied, surprised that that’s what you had been thinking about this entire time. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, um, I saw your abs this morning, and I figured maybe you’ve been working out to impress Liz or something, and so I just wanted to know, you know, if that’s what was going on.”

He paused for a moment, and you could tell he was thinking really hard about what to say next.

“Y/N. I need to tell you something.” Oh god, here it comes. He knows. He knows you like him and he’s about to shut you down before your crush gets even more out of hand than it already is.

“I’m Spider-Man. That’s, uh, that’s where my abs came from.” What the fuck? Your eyes widened in shock as you tried to register what he had just said.

“Wait, what? How? When? Where?” You couldn’t believe it. Your dorky friend from Queens was New York City’s friendly neighborhood superhero?

“It’s a lot to explain,” he sighed, plopping down on the couch and motioning for you to do the same. You reluctantly sat down next to him. “You have to promise me that you won’t tell anybody.”

“Of course not, Peter,” you assured him, holding out your pinky to let him know that you were serious. He locked his pinky with yours and smiled, a wave of relief washing over him now that he didn’t have to keep secrets from you. Well, at least not the secret of his crime fighting alter-ego. 

“Now, come on, Y/N. Tell me what’s the matter. I know you haven’t been upset all day over the fact that I have abs, right?”

You shook your head, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks. Did he have super senses that could tell how nervous you were? Your throat was suddenly dry at the thought, but you knew that it was now or never.

“I like you! Like, in a more than friends way. I never realized it until this morning, but I really like your hair and the way you smell and I know this is all silly because you like Liz and not me, and that this is probably going to ruin our friendship and—”

Before you could start crying any harder, Peter cut off your rambling with a kiss. You pulled away, wiping away your tears to see the smile you knew and loved on your best friend’s face.

“I like you too. In, uh, a more than friends way,” Peter admitted, tucking a stray piece of your hair back into place. His hand lingered a couple seconds longer against your cheek than necessary.

“Wait, really? You’re not just saying that because you feel bad for me right now, right?” You could feel the butterflies fluttering around inside you like crazy, hopeful at the fact that maybe things weren’t going to be as bad as you had thought.

“Nope, I promise,” he said, holding out his pinky to mimic your actions just a few minutes ago. You brought your hand up to take it, grinning as you felt your heart rise from the pit of your stomach. “I like you a lot. You can keep the sweatshirt, by the way. It suits you.”

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly before pulling back to rest your forehead against his, grinning ear to ear. “So, uh, what now?”

“Well,” Peter started, “How about a date? We could go to that Italian restaurant you like so much, or maybe go ice skating at the hockey rink.”

“No ice skating,” you replied. “You know I’m hopeless on skates, and I’ll probably complain about how cold it is. But I think I could fit a dinner date in between washing my hair and re-watching New Girl. I don’t know. I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“Shut up, dummy,” Peter laughed, playfully flicking you on the forehead. 

“Ouch,” you whined. “Fine, Friday. 7 o’ clock. Russo’s. Be there or be square.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he agreed, gently kissing the little red mark he had just made, before bringing his lips closer to yours.

But before he could kiss you again, May was walking through the front door.  “Alright, kiddos. I’ve got leftovers! Loaded mashed potatoes and raspberry cheesecake and oh! Am I interrupting something? Is this finally a thing?” 

She waved her hand at the two of you, Peter’s face dangerously close to a girl that he had spent months telling May was “just a friend.” The two of you stared awkwardly, both flushed and flustered. 

“Aunt May,” Peter groaned, shooting her an annoyed look.

“Oh, okay. Message received. I’ll be going to my room now. Have fun,” she chimed, shutting her bedroom door behind her, before eventually cracking it open ever so slightly. “But not too much fun!”

You giggled, pulling Peter into another kiss before he could keep on moping over how mortified he was. Maybe your friendship with him really was never going to be the same, but as long as you got to keep kissing his stupidly adorable face and stealing his silly sweatshirts with science puns on them, you didn’t mind at all.

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as someone from the northeast US i can completely understand keeping ur house at 60 it’s hella nice esp if u like to be a little cold. however my dad keeps our house at like. 65 in midwinter. so can we demonize him instead of dream (who’s just sensible honestly if you can’t have hoodie weather then making your own is fine)

i mean yeah like i'm east coast canada which is pretty similar to the new england states in climate and i would personally Love to keep my house cool in the summertime cos it would be far more tolerable than the 30c temps i have to try to sleep through bc the air conditioner doesn't affect my room ... at least this winter i can wear my hoodies indoors cos last year the downstairs neighbours had their heat cranked so high that we literally didn't even have ours on and it was still hot as fuck in the apartment

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ROBERT “BOBBY” MCKENZIE —

IG info/bio : @/returnofdamckenzie | 426k followers | @/mclitgs2 is my forever boo🤟🏽😍 while @/cardib is my WIFE! She just doesn’t know it yet ❤️ support my work & be part of my family: @/bobbymckcares

24 (25) years young

Born in Dundee, raised in Glasgow, Scotland

Jamaican father named Badrick who is a African studies professor

Caucasian/Scottish mother named Catriona who used to be a au pair but now works as a receptionist in senior living — one eye is honey hazel and the other a dark brown

It was difficult growing up in a school that didn’t accept Bobby being biracial, it resulted in bullying to the point where he needed to switch schools (A lawsuit was also in place) The next school was slightly better but Bobby slowly learned to accept himself as it was not something he could control and not something he would want to in the first place. He was proud of where he came from and never thought he was better or less than anyone else, that wasn’t how he was raised

He’s an only child, his parents thought about adopting (and fostering) but with Bobby they had their hands full and he was just enough for them

His family is very family-oriented so he would never have to feel lonely since they gave him a lot of attention, slightly making him spoiled but he was also around his cousins & spending time with them as well

He’s extremely close to his younger cousin (only by a few months) Femi who he views as his sister. They’ve been through a lot together and are always there for each other so it only makes sense

Most likely an active kid always up to some sort of shenanigans whether it’s by himself or with his group of friends, “why would you do that Bobby?” “Don’t ask why but ask, why not!?”

Definitely suffered some broken bones, concussions, & sprain injuries but would never show signs of pain...guys got a high pain tolerance that’s for sure

Fan of films/series “stand by me” & “the goonies” & “scooby doo” since he feels they relate to his life??

Hospital caterer and loves making those feel better with food that he’s created. If he can’t put a smile on patients face with words then he feels like he can show them with food

Food is an art to him. He went to school for culinary & it’s very important for him to show how much it is to him. He picked up the craft from of course his family, who always used food for numerous of things: to bring people together is one of them

Perfected Jerk haggis, it is now he favorite dish next to desert & breakfast!

I’m struggling to figure out what sign he maybe? He’s very playful which may come off as childish at times, which makes me think of Leo? (Maybe Gemini?) Only because they usually hold onto their childhood as best as they can, very generous, & give their energy to you but I also don’t see him being a fire sign at all? So maybe very little Leo in his chart. I also feel like he might be a bit of an empath? He knows when situations around him don’t feel right, knows how to read the room, and always wants to help others by lighting things up.

Idk but I’m feeling he’s libra sun + Gemini moon + Leo rising? Who knows

Probably lived in a 2 bed flat with his old uni mate. It was small and a bit shit but it was their shit and they made the best of it

Now lives in a stone cottage or farmhouse with MC that was built in the 1900’s & is slightly haunted. He’s decided to call them Duncan??? But he believes they’re a good spirit, maybe even a friendly ghost!? since he got comfortable with the bizarre happenings in the new flat & it doesn’t seem like they want to hurt them

Lottie offered to bring her ouija board next time she visited—Bobby declined

House is mostly neutral based but three of the rooms in the flat are covered in ridiculous patterned walls or furniture much to MC’s distaste but, “what’s yours is mine” right? No. But Gary approves!

Has two dogs: a terrier & a collie since MC wasn’t down for getting a sheep

They do have chickens to raise their own eggs tho!

Definitely the kind of significant other that will ride on the cart when they’re out grocery shopping, will make you breakfast in bed, & will send you memes while he’s at home and you’re out or even when he’s at work and you’re at home, let’s you put his arm to sleep when you’re laying on it in bed (big ass head gang!), definitely chooses the candles from bath & body works that smell like food items (majority of them suck let’s be honest)

Probably smells like cucumber, melons, lemons, and eucalyptus

Has your wedding date in his IG bio & is proud

Annoys Gary & Lottie with his food pics, “oh, Not this shit again! 😡 looks brilliant, but enough!”

Has zoom/FaceTime movie nights with Marisol & MC who stopped feeling like she was third-wheeling months ago

Talks to hope & Noah (in the background) as much as he can. Feels like they’re his inspiration for love, even tho he’s the only one married out of the villa

He values marriage just like his parents do and often has Sunday dinners with them & MC ofc

Probably has relationship guide books and only reads them out of boredom but finds fascinating facts/advice if he pays attention & tries to apply it to his relationship with mc. If it works, it works! & If it doesn’t, you can’t say he didn’t try!

Works long hours but will still come home to cook for MC or brings leftovers from the events he’s catered (most are for the hospital but occasionally he’ll do other events)

Has a separate IG for his work

When WAP dropped, he almost lost his shit. Even tried to get MC to do the challenge with him, he’s pretty bad but MC eventually learned it just for him 😜

Is thrilled that Cardi made the best decision EVER on divorcing offset, “are you thinking of leaving me now?” “... I might.” “BOBBY!” “Haha, I love you!

Absolutely loves Christmas!!! It’s his favorite holiday and he loves giving back to everyone in his life. Usually he’s working overtime for the holidays & it makes him emotional due to the stories he hears & he puts a little extra love in his food

Goes all out for Christmas. Tries to buy/make everyone something. Even if he doesn’t really care for them...he’ll at least send them a x-mas card, if they keep it or burn it it’s entirely up to them—if he knew about it he’d probably be a little sad not gonna lie...he’s a soft king

Once bought Lottie black crocs with spooky pins , “are you joking Bobby?!” He knows she secretly loved them

Uses salt and peppermint in his dark hot cocoa...

Rather make deserts for Christmas than the food, he feels like it’s his duty

King of giving the thumbs up, especially when situations have gone to shit. He’ll still shoot them up with a smile or a grimace

Always inviting someone somewhere. “Bobby, hun. You’re 4-6 hrs away and it’s 1 am.” Hope groaned after listening to his bright idea, thinking something bad happened. “Ah, you could still make it if you tried, lassie.” “I’m gonna hang up now. Good night, bonkers man.”

Needs constant reminding when to get his locs touched up & moisturized

Either has a trampoline or a funhouse jumper in his backyard (maybe both) “we’ve got the space and this is better than a pool, or almost!”

Wants children, a whole footie team! There’s no specific time frame for him, when it happens, it happens

Used to cool & wet temps & loves vacationing in Greenland. Sure the hot weather he experienced in the villa was awesome & something different than what he’s used to but you can’t take the scot out of the man. So he typically sticks to places that are similar in temps, that way he doesn’t have to change his clothing choices much

Loves a good bath. Bubble baths are better than bath bombs to him, PERIOD!

Loves bubbles so much he put too much laundry detergent in the wash (does this on purpose now) and came back home to the dogs and room covered in it. Do you think he cleaned it up before MC came home? No. He decided to have a bubble party in the room with a Caribbean playlist playing in the background

MC definitely posted about it the first time & joined him for a bit, dreading the work that came with cleaning it all up. Now whenever Bobby needs a bubble party, he knows what to do. MC preferred him to have his little bubble party in the tub but 50% of the time he chooses not to listen & they leave him to pout & clean it himself

Likes to hold hands with fingers interlocked. When it’s cold and if you’re both wearing hoodies, he’ll slide his hand inside the arm of your hoodie to help keep you warm

Canon: His version of a snack is spaghetti hoops on toast & can eat that for the rest of his life & be content

If he didn’t end up marrying MC, probably finds his significant other working as a nurse at one of the hospitals he caters to or a volunteer at a old folks home

Never had a serious relationship, very few hookups, was either always placed in the friend zone or there was one person he wanted to be serious with but they rejected him and continued loving someone else who treated them like shit—so he kinda swore off of relationships and just flirted a bunch and kept his love life non-existent

Fav ice cream? Rocky road ice cream with one scoop of cotton candy & one scoop of cookie butter blue

Doesn’t believe in measuring when it comes to culinary. He uses his eyes as his measurement, could be a bad thing, could be a good thing, that’s up to you

If he’s up at night, he’s eating something sweet. A nice glass of single malt scotch whiskey + a splash of coconut milk (🤢) with a slice of angel food cake & he’s out like a light

Absolutely loves shopping for the kitchen, finds immense joy in doing so. If you lose him in a store, one of the places you’ll most likely find him is in the kitchen decor area

Owns a bagpipe & wants to get better at it, even tho he scared the living shit out of his dogs & chickens

Wears his shades quite a bit even tho the weather is hardly sunny and mainly windy & damp

Will hold the door for strangers even if they don’t say thank you

He’s open when it comes to music. Will listen to anything but feels like the music has to be a purpose for something...Everything he does in his day to day life has to feel like a soundtrack to him since in his mind he’s daydreaming about his life being made into a movie. Who isn’t?

He thinks wentworth Miller should play him in a film and that kid from blackish should play him when he was a wee lad, Marcus Scribner

Always keeps a positive attitude because he knows what it feels like to feel low and he doesn’t want anybody else in the world to feel like that so he wants to uplift and if he can try to be someone’s happiness he’ll gladly be that— which isn’t always the right move, he learned

Listens to: Rotimi, Shaggy, Sean Paul, Skip Marley, H.E.R., Jhene Aiko, Jorja Smith, UMI, The Kooks, The Killers, Cold War kids, Milky chance, Blood Orange, The 1975, Vampire Weekend, Bad Suns, BRYSON TILLER, Kilo Kish, & Ella Eyre (although he misses her old music)

Celeb crushes? Cardi B is his mfkin celeb wife okay?! Nobody else comes above her! He also thinks FKA twigs is pretty & super talented, sevdaliza!, Tia & Tamera, Iman, and brandy from the 90s makes him swoon

Anthem = jaden, “Boys and Girls”

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#Temp Wars

     Angela stood at the top of the stairs; arms laden with dirty laundry. It wasn't the daunting idea of walking down the steps blindly that caused her to pause before descending, though normally it would. Between Jamison and their two boys, the staircase was usually littered with toys, books and tinkering’s, creating a veritable mine field to navigate at the risk of stumbling and breaking one’s neck.      But Angela needn't worry as she already cleared the stairs; something she'd long ago gotten in the habit of doing first when cleaning house after having stepped squarely on a small, inconspicuous LEGO and subsequently tumbled down a few steps as she reeled with agony. Who knew something so tiny could inflict such incredible pain? Apparently, their children hadn't inherited her organizational skills and need for order. Their fathers’ chaotic ways had superseded, of which he was perversely proud of.

     It was the single bead of sweat that was currently trailing its way slowly down her spine that had her planted in place. Angela's slender brows drew together in frustration as she became distinctly aware of the perspiration coating her forehead and neck, causing her hair to stick to her skin, further trapping in the heat of her body and making her feel absolutely muggy and disgusting.  

     It was like working in a sauna.

     With a huff of exasperation, Angela finally started her descent, a scowl plastered on her usually serene countenance as she prepared to engage in the next chapter of what seemed like a never-ending battle. Angela paused by the thermostat on her way to the laundry room and dropped the clothing unceremoniously as she reached forward and snapped down the plastic door that covered the HVAC settings. A slender, delicate finger stabbed forward and punched furiously at the arrow that pointed down, watching with increasing satisfaction as the temperature on the screen dropped from seventy-four degrees to seventy even. As she closed the housing once more and bent to scoop up the load of laundry, Angela could only hope that maybe this time, just maybe, he wouldn't notice.

      Jamison worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he leaned forward in his workbench chair, eyes narrowing as he focused on the group of wiring joints he was currently soldering. He moved the soldering tip beneath the last joint, waiting for the wires to appropriately heat as he carefully tapped the solder wire against the top. Just as the wires reached that critical moment of perfect temperature to apply the solder, a sudden and unsuspected chill wracked his body, causing his hands to become unsteady as he applied the solder too firmly against the joint, resulting in a massive blob of metal to half coat the twisted wires.

     A hiss escaped between Jamison's teeth before he spit out an expletive beneath his breath at the sloppy mishap. He holstered the soldering iron and tossed down the solder wire before bringing his hands to rub over his face in frustration.

     His fingers were freezing.  

     Goosebumps prickled the exposed skin of his arms and chest as he became distinctly aware of how chilly it was within his "laboratory". The term really was more grandiose than what his workspace was in reality, but the boys had insisted in christening the small, office-like room that he holed himself up in to work on his projects just that. His laboratory. The secretive room where Daddy disappeared within like a reclusive mad scientist; as his boys had so colorfully described him.

     The one place where he could escape the stress and worries of being a husband and a father and lose himself to the incessant ideas for tinkering’s that his mind never ceased in conjuring up.  Explosives were not allowed within the house, for annoyingly obvious reasons (a few explosions never hurt him, he'd argue with Angela in regards to keeping the house boom-free for the sake of their children). So, instead, he'd settled on constructing the non-caustic components of his creations here at home. But it was damn hard to do even that...when the fucking house was as cold as a penguin's asshole!

     With a growl of irritation, Jamison stood from his desk and whirled towards the door, his prosthetic hand slapping loudly against the metal handle as he twisted it and flung the door open. He then stomped out into the hallway loudly in a display of intractable behavior that would rival his youngest son's tantrums.

     "Ange!" Jamison bellowed as he reached the top of the steps, fists planted firmly on his hips.  The answering silence was all the confirmation he needed. She had once again turned down the thermostat and was now hiding from him to save herself from the coming storm.

     Jamison hobbled down the stairs as quickly as his peg leg allowed and stomped in the direction of the thermostat, rounding the corner to find himself staring at his wife as she stood before the control box on the wall, sipping smugly at a mug of coffee.

     His amber eyes narrowed as she smiled sweetly above the rim of her drink.

     "Yes, dear?" She all but purred.

     Jamison stiffened.  

     "Dont’cha 'yes dear' me!" He growled, though the threat behind his words was minimal. "Why'd ya turn the heat down? Can't do a damned thing with icicles for fingers now can I?" He asked as he wriggled his digits in the space between them.

     Angela frowned and lowered the mug from her face. "Well, I can't do anything when I'm melting in my own house! You've always got it too hot in here." She complained, shoulders sagging for emphasis.

     Jamison waved a hand dismissively as a snort escaped between his lips. "I dunno what to tell ya. The boys and I like it that way."

     Angela took another sip of her drink and Jamison noticed how her eyes roamed over his minimally clothed form. "You wouldn't be so cold if you wore more than just shorts."

     Jamison fired right back at her. "You wouldn't be so hot if ya wore a little less!"

     Angela looked down at herself. She was donned in a hoodie and sweats with thick socks covering her dainty feet.

      "But, I'm comfortable this way." Angela murmured and looked up to focus on Jamison when he made a garbled noise.

     "And I'm comfortable this way!" Hands gesturing wildly at his half naked self.

     They stared at each other in silence, at yet another impasse when it came to just the right temperature within their domicile.

     Jamison's gaze shifted from Angela to the thermostat and back. She must have noticed, because she side-stepped closer to the box on the wall, as if daring the Junker to just try to turn the heat back up.

     Never one to back down from a challenge, nor to pass up the chance to have his hands on his gorgeous wife, Jamison suddenly lunged towards her, his hands darting up beneath her hoodie to grasp her sides within his chilled digits.

     Angela shrieked and tried to whirl away from him as she squirmed within his clutches, gasping from how frigid his hands were against her warm skin. It didn't help that she was currently defenseless, unable to fight him off as her hands were gripping her coffee mug for dear life and attempting not to jostle around and spill the drink onto the floor, or all over herself.

     "No fair!" Angela wailed, still wriggling even as Jamison pulled her against him, arms wrapping around her securely as he held her tight.

     "Come'on love. Dont’cha wanna warm us up, eh?" He purred against her ear and Angela finally stilled within his embrace.

     Angela stretched out her arm and deposited her mug safely on a nearby cabinet before releasing a feigned huff of surrender. The corner of her lips curled impishly as she parted them to speak.

     "It's not my fault you don't want to wear clothing like the rest of society. Such a rebel."      She felt him brush his lips against the back of her neck, sending a shiver of pleasure to race down her spine as a soft gasp escaped from her lips.

     The next instant Jamison twisted Angela around in his arms before backing her up against the wall, pinning her with his body.  

     Her fingers kneaded at the toned muscle of his chest as Angela looked up to meet Jamison's warm, amber gaze. A cocky smirk pulled at his lips as he lowered his forehead to rest against hers.

     "Oi, it aint m'fault you're so damn hot all the time, now issit?" Jamison whispered low in the space between them, hands drifting up to cup her breasts which made it obvious that he wasn't referencing her body temperature. Angela opened her mouth to protest but was silenced as he covered her lips with his own, kissing her firmly, almost punishingly as he further pressed his body into hers.

     Angela mewled helplessly, her arms raising from between them to wrap around the back of his neck, further allowing their bodies to meld together as their kiss deepened, tongues gliding together sensually.

     The next instant, Angela felt Jamison's hands drift down to grab the hem of her hoodie before leaning back just enough to tug it up and off, tossing it blindly aside before he returned his hands to drift gently over her torso and up her sides, groaning into her mouth.

     "Christ, you're so warm...and soft." Jamison murmured against her lips.

     In the foggy state of mind her husband had reduced her to, Angela became slowly aware that what was once both of his hands roaming over her, was now one. About the time that she became suspicious of that fact, Angela heard a distinct click that could be nothing other than the small plastic door to the thermostat being opened, followed by the soft clicking of the button as Jamison punched it several times to once again increase the heat in the house.

     All the while he continued to lavish her with his mouth and flesh hand, making it so terribly hard to be angry with the realization that he'd tricked her.

     Angela snorted out her amusement, whispering low against Jamison's lips.  

     "You dirty rat."

     Jamison hummed in answer as his prosthetic hand returned to cup her face gently, warm, metallic thumb brushing against her lower lip as he grinned triumphantly down at his wife.     “Would’ya have me any other way?"

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#NoBadAngles

This Summer I’m partnering with Hanes to celebrate their new campaign #NoBadAngles! This campaign is all about feeling comfortable in your own skin and learning to embrace your own body. Growing up, I struggled with my body. I always felt I wasn’t skinny enough, wasn’t fit enough – I constantly thought I wasn’t ENOUGH for anyone. I wish I could go back to my 12-year-old self and let her know that everyone is perfect just the way they are and I should never try to be something I am not. That’s why today, I’m proud to share my favorite pieces from Hanes that make me feel great while wearing them, especially during the hot summer months!

Summer is the season for having fun in the sun, and trying to beat the heat. The Hanes Cotton Stretch low rise briefs paired with the ComfortBlend Ultimate ComfortBlend T-shirt soft bra keep me feeling cool all summer long! I don’t know about you but finding the perfect T-shirt bra has always been a struggle for me. This bra, however, is the everyday bra of my dreams! They also come in a variety of colors so everyone can find the perfect match for their own style.

Another thing I love about these briefs is the cut on them, they’re hi-cut enough to hide what I want to hide, but low enough to wear with all my jeans! Not to mention they look really cute with any of Hanes’ other bras as well!

Another pairing I love to wear during the summer is the Cool Comfort™ Women’s Cotton Sporty Hi-Cut panties which are so incredibly flattering for my long legs, and the Women’s Nano-T® V-Neck T-Shirts. There is just something about Hanes T-shirts that make me feel SO cozy. I sleep in them, wear them out, and even exercise in them, if that’s any evidence for how comfortable they are! Basically all summer long I’m hanging around my house in T-shirts and underwear. It just gets too hot down here in Southern California to do anything else, but these pieces from Hanes make me look cute while avoiding the heat!

Staying active during these warm months is a MUST for me. The Hanes X-Temp™ Wirefree Bra and their Sport™ Women’s Performance Leggings are my go-to fitness wardrobe. Looking stylish with active wear can be a challenge but the adorable prints that Hanes offers makes it so I can still rock my personal style! Their leggings also work great paired with a hoodie or a t-shirt for the perfect airport attire. The older I’m getting the more I’m looking for clothing that has multiple uses and also makes me feel comfortable and CONFIDENT, and that’s precisely what my Hanes do for me! If you find yourself criticizing what you see in the mirror, remember that confidence starts on the inside. When you feel good, you look good, and there are truly NO BAD ANGLES!

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TW: Len being a jerk until Mick sets him straight

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Lisa brings home a boy.  Len and Mick ain’t happy, but Lisa gets whatever she wants, and what she wants is a nephew.

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Super awesome grateful thanks to LadyErin for correcting my ignorance regarding human temperatures.

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Len understood that Lisa might arrive a couple minutes late at safe house #2—a two-bedroom apartment with barely enough room for a coffee table, couch, and plasma screen in their dual kitchen/living area—yet at the ten-minute marker, he shoved his feet into his boots.  He was halfway into his parka when his sister finally deigned to appear… with a kid next to her.  Len stared at the stranger: a runt with hair and eyes darker than dirt that had never seen sunlight, over half Lisa’s size, and wearing a hoodie that might as well be a trench coat with how large it was on him.  He ducked away from Len’s slate lasers.

Lisa flung her brunette bangs out of her face before she grinned up at her brother and flared her hands at the runt as if he was a game show prize, “This is Lowell!  Grownups claim he’s unadoptable—but there’s nothing wrong with him, he’s just quieter than most kids his age, which is perfect for our family cuz you gotta be quiet on heists.” She then faced Lowell, who looked up at her olive-gingerbread eyes, “This is your daddy.  Your papa’s not here yet; he’s coming on Friday.” She took his sleeve-hidden hand, “C’mere, I gotta game you’ll love.  It’s old, but it’s cute and artsy like you!”

Len didn’t get a word in before Lisa spirited Lowell into her room.  It hosted Tangled-themed bedding, Rachel Platten posters, and a violin.  Lisa filched her 3DS from her desk and swapped cartridges.  She sunk into her duvet when she plopped onto her bed.  She patted a spot next to her and helped Lowell skitter onto it.  She gave him custody of an extra save file before handing her sticker-plastered device over to him.

“It says you need a ‘basic reading ability to fully enjoy this game’, but you got way better than that, so you’re all set!” Lisa ruffled his hair as she peeked over his shoulder at his sketch of a Raposa.  Within minutes, chirps of “Rapo” and rings of collected Rapo-Coins fluttered throughout the room.  Lisa hung their snow-smeared outerwear in her closet and strolled into the kitchen.

Len groaned and tried to write his sister a reality check, “Social workers call some kids unadoptable because they pick fights and cause trouble.”

“He doesn’t go causing trouble, trouble goes causing him; and he doesn’t pick fights, fights pick him,” Lisa refused to cash it. “Lowell’s just like you in juvie, except he didn’t have a Mick to keep him safe until I came along.  He needs a home and a family, so I gave him mine.  He’s got the same name as Dedushka, Lenny; he’s like, reincarnated and stuff!”

“Take him back, Lise,” Len twitched at her. “Mick and I’ll get charged with abduction at the drop of a hat!”

Lisa folded her arms and hmphed at him, “Not if nobody reports ‘im missing.”

“Somebody’s bound to,” he shot back.

“No, they won’t.”

“Will.”

“Won’t!” Lisa hmphed at him again. “If you and Mick don’t love him if and when CCPD puts out an AMBER Alert for him, you two can take him back, because I won’t.  He’s my nephew, and I love him.”

Len took that bet and awaited his inevitable victory.  What 22-year-old loses to a 10-year-old in an argument?  In the meantime, Len begrudgingly fed this intruder leftovers and leased out the couch.

Mick shouldered the door open one-tripping groceries on Friday, as promised.  A slug wriggled out from under a towel upon sight of the clock on the DVR.  It read 9:13, thirteen minutes after he should’ve vacated.  Mick didn’t sense Lowell’s presence until the latter refolded the towel and snuck it back into the closet.

Sage met dirt.  Lowell gasped out a hiss at Mick like an asthmatic kitten in a chokehold and twitched at the titanic 25-year-old.  Mick blinked at him.  Lowell shivered with his arms tucked at his sides.  Lowell’s head snapped from side to side, ready to flee, when Mick plodded over and pinned a thermometer in the former’s mouth.

Lowell flopped onto the carpeted floor stomach-first and scrunched up when Len entered, freshly showered and shaved and dressed in a gray-black, ribbed turtleneck along with nondescript socks and slacks.  He greeted Mick with a peck before huffing at Lowell.

“Lenny, who is this?” Mick flicked his head at the boy.

“According to your sister-in-law,” Len sneered at the trespasser, “he’s our son.”

Mick figured she’d make a friend while she was in transit from Lewis’s custody to theirs.  Mick retrieved the thermometer when it beeped and gathered Lowell into his woolly arms, “Now I know Lewis gave you some strange ideas of how to parent, but when your kid’s temp” Mick did a double-take at its report “oughtta be a radio station, you cuddle ‘im.  The only reason I ain’t is cuz I’m gonna fix up somethin’ that’ll warm his tummy.”

Lisa interrupted them by kicking down the door, “Mick! Hooray! I see you’ve met—what’s wrong with Lowell!?”

“He can’t do anything on time and now he’s infected,” Len didn’t hesitate to mumble.

“Lowell’s low,” Mick corrected.  His gaze landed on her bundle, “Whatchoo got there, Lise?”

Lisa groaned as she set it on the couch and Len’s credit card on the coffee table, “I’ve been telling Lenny to go out and grab Dedushka Junior at least a blanket, yet all he’s done all week is sit on his butt, so I went out and grabbed one—and a pillow!  Now he doesn’t have to sleep with a towel anymore!”

Mick never understood the phenomenon of falling in love with babies because newborn humans look like naked mole rats: flabbier than seniors in a hot tub with twice as many wrinkles.  However, at 4 years old, Lowell was far beyond infancy, meaning Mick had half a mind to make Len sleep on the couch with a towel tonight.

Mick nudged Lowell into Len’s arms and rifled through the fridge.  Mick growled at Len when the latter merely stood there contemptuously.  Len muttered like a dragon and lugged Lowell onto Mick’s side of the bed.  A pillow could’ve fit between them.  Len returned to reading, not even bothering to tuck Lowell in under the covers.

Lowell cringed at Len with sclera blued like an unpeeled Easter egg.  Len snapped a scowl at him when his teeth clattered loud enough to disturb his novel.  Lowell bolted under the bed.  Len rolled his eyes and left him there.

Earthen chowder and herbal chicken perfumed the room from a bowl of Mama Rory’s Cure for Everything by Dinnertime.  Mick set it on the nightstand and scanned for Lowell.

“All he does is run and hide,” Len scoffed after pointing his pupils downward.

“I’d run and hide too if I was living witchoo,” Mick retorted as he snatched Len’s book out of his grasp and chucked it backwards.  It smacked against the wall and bent some pages when it landed. “I know we didn’t plan on him, but you know what else we didn’t plan on? Meeting our soulmate in juvie.  If you dare call either of those invalid, I got a knuckle sandwich with your name on it.  Lowell ain’t a second-class citizen, he’s our son; and so far, Lisa’s been a better parent to him than you, and she ain’t old enough to be anybody’s parent.” Len slumped against the headboard, stunned, while Mick crouched onto his belly and reached out palm-up to Lowell, who twitched and inched away.  Mick lulled him with assurances, “Hi, Lowell, I’m your papa; I ain’t gonna hurtcha, and if your daddy has a licka sense in him, he won’t either.”

Lowell crept over to Mick, curled into his grasp, and buried his face in the crook of Mick’s neck when Mick shifted them under a quilt and a comforter.  Len pushed up on his forearms and exhaled remorse.  Lowell squeaked when Len reached out to him.

“Now I know you’re not stupid enough to raise a hand to ‘im,” Mick rumbled at Len, “yet just cuz you ain’t treating him bad doesn’t mean you’re treating him well.  You better watch and learn how to treat ‘im well, cuz he stays.”

Mick spoon-fed Lowell once the latter trusted Mick enough to protect him from Len—who didn’t plan on attacking him, but it was a matter of too little, too late to convince him otherwise.  Lowell finished his chowder, taking special care not to make a mess.

“Lenny hates messes,” Lisa rolled her eyes while twirling a lock of her shoulder-grazing hair one afternoon.  They were sitting under a tree and reading one of the few books in the building: an anthology of dead old white dudes’ literature. “I swear, if a drop of milk spills onto the floor, he becomes a volcano; and heaven help anybody who’s dumb enough to stain his room, cuz he will send you to hell.”

She meant it as a joke, yet the damage was done.  And honestly, how was a four-year-old supposed to figure that out anyway???  What Lowell had figured out by now was that some foster families sent kids back for both minor and major infractions, and so far, Len provided no evidence of planning to act otherwise.  Yes, Lowell was still the smallest and the youngest, but Lisa kept him from becoming prey, and this was Lisa’s territory; therefore, this was the safest place on Earth.

Speaking of Lisa, she let herself in and presented Lowell four flossy, lap-sized plushies, “I saw these and thought of you!”

Three of them were wolves and one was a fox.  One wolf was wintery, one was sunny, and one was glittery; the fox was dark.  Lowell took the wintery wolf and manipulated it so it head-butted the fox onto the floor.  Len frowned, sensing impending doom.  Lisa and Mick frowned curiously.  Lisa asked Lowell about it.

Lowell gulped, “Zvezdo wants Zvezdochko to leave cuz foxes are too small and weird to love.”

Mick and Lisa snapped lasers at Len.  Lisa picked up Zvezdochko and assured Lowell, “Nobody’s too weird to love, especially not Zvezdochko.”

“And I like small,” Mick snorted with his arm around his son, who clutched Zvezdochko close to his chest and watched Zvezdo as if Zvezdo would crunch Zvezdochko’s neck. “Smaller makes Zvezdochko easier to hug.”

Len surrendered, his guilt tripling the weight of his words, “....Zvezdo doesn’t hate Zvezdochko; Zvezdo hates surprises.  Zvezdo’s just getting used to Zvezdochko, that’s all.”

Lowell wiggled closer to Mick and flinched when Len thumbed Lowell’s cheek.  Lowell didn’t relax into the gesture today, tomorrow, or even next week, yet he did by Christmas.  It was the best surprise Len had ever received.

[writeroffanfiction]

Protagonist Prep

Ch. 1 Student Letters “ WriterofFanfiction owns nothing”

Dimesion 54A-2113A “SVTFOE”

In a quaint but odd looking house two teens are examing two strange letter. Actually, one was examining the letters and the other was trying to grab them and open them.

“Star quit trying take them” A teen with dark brown hair and wearing a red hoodie told his friend, A blonde haired blue eyed girl with a slightly crazy grin, while holding the letters in one hand and using the other to keep the girl, now known as Star, at bay.

“Come on Marco aren’t you a little bit curious whats in them?” Star asked with a little bit of annoyance in voice due to Marcos’ lack of enthusiasm to the letters.

“ I’m more worried than curious Star.” Marco answered  which left Star more confused than informed and before she could ask why Marco just explained to her in a sober tone.

“Star, I know you’re probably excited to see whatever in them but we have to be careful from now one. For all we know this could be from Ludo. We can’t be reckless anymore what if Ludo actually manages hurt y…I mean us.” Star donned a rare serious face , although slightly confused by Marcos’ stuttering, rembering how the short bird man was able to actually beat them and take not only the book but Glossyrk as well. However, when she looked at the golden letters they filled her with wonder and somehow hope so she just looked straight him in the eye and said.

“ Marco, look we don’t know that and who knows maybe it could be something awesome. So can we open them please.” Star begged with big puppy dog eyes which Marco couldn’t say no to. Defeated Marco just sighed and said.

“Fine Star but can we be cautious. I really don’t want this to be a trap.” Which Star replied in a happy go lucky tone.

“Okay.”

Dimension 36A-8376H (Penn Zero Part Time Hero)

Inside an abandoned movie theater three kids are being pulled out from a different dimension by a futuristic device by an interdimensional tractor beam.

“Well guys I would call that mission a success.” A semi tall red headed teen boy exclaimed in a prideful tone. While a tan dark haired Asian girl voiced somewhat different opinion.

“Penn I’m pretty sure waiting at the last minute to do anything isn’t called saving it’s called being lazy.” The girl deadpanned. While the red head, Penn, just gasped and looked fake hurt and said.

“Oh, Sash how you wound me so.” The girl, Sashi, just rolled her eyes at her friends’ antics. However, something was amiss in the movie theater and one of the group of teens noticed it.

“Hey, Phyllis what ya holding?” A pudgy brown haired teen named Boone asked a gray-haired woman holding three golden letters in her hand. The gray-haired woman, Phyllis, just told the teens in bored tone although it has a slight hint of worry and fear in it.

“These came for you when you finished the mission.”  The three teens looked at the letters with a tiny bit of fear in their eyes but somehow that was crushed by their curiosity. It was Penn who asked the question.

“ Who sent the letters?”  Phyllis ,for the first time that the teens have that emotion were a mix of  fear and admiration.

“ I know him by reputation only but it is good one.” The teens were confused but if this guy was able to get Phyllis to admire him then he can’t be that bad, right?

Dimension 2B-986ZG (Invader Zim}

“For the love god hurry up”

Hey don’t rush me it takes time okay. A little but highly annoying robot raced to his master’s secret headquarters and he did so by flushing himself down a toilet? “Don’t ask.” Anyhow the robot just ran throughout the strange lab filled with strange experiments from failed giant machines to misfire weapons. The robot past all that until he stopped at a roundish port with a work table and large purplish reddish chair behind the table. At this moment that the robot made its presence known and yelled at top of its vocal processor.

“Master something came for you!!!” After the robot yelled there was a small explosion and dark plume a smoke came from behind the chair. The chair spun until short green alien with purple eyes and soot covering his face came into view with a highly-annoyed look.  Said alien was Zim an invader from quote unquote Drooler “An entire species of weaklings, idiots and gluttons. Heck the only good ones are those who aren’t even part of the empire.” Any way said invader spoke to the robot in an extremely venom filled tone.

“Gir what could be so important that you had to interrupt and destroy my progress.” The robot, Gir, clearly not hearing the hate in his master voice just cheerfully replied.

“A letter came for you!!” And at this moment Zims’ rage at the little robot flowed like a flooded river.

“ You mean to tell me that you just wasted my time and progress just to tell me that I got outdated human communication paper!” Gir for once actually realized what he had and started to shake and tried to justify his actions.

“I…it said f…from… him.” Gir stuttered out. Zims anger dissipated and turned into fear and curiosity. However it was unknown to him that two of the same letter had arrived at a certain brother and sister home.

Dimension 875-12SC (Steven Universe)

Outside of a strange house/temple a pair of teens were discussing the latest adventure the two of them had.

“So, you really got to see another diamond and other gems too!?” A young bushy black haired girl of Indian descent exclaimed. While a  young curly black haired boy with a pink gem in his stomach answered? “Don’t ask long story.” “Yeah but Blue wasn’t like yellow at all. Blue was kinder she even care for the humans even though it was for a friend but still. Oh by the way how was your time as a crystal temp?” The boy with “Half Gem.” What? “Just call him half gem or otherwise a lot of people are going to get pissed.” Fine half gem answered and asked the young girl who just blushed and laughed saying.

“Well let’s just say it was interesting.” The two teens were about to continue talking about their adventures until they saw a certain mailman walking down the beach towards them.

“Hey Steven, hey Connie.” The mailman greeted the teens. To which the teens greeted back.

“Hey Jamie” “Hey Jamie what are you delivering?” Steven asked the overdramatic mailman who simply replied.

“Oh, not much, a few packages, wififlim movies, and some letters. Speaking of, I have two letters one for you and one for Connie.” Jamie answered. As he handed them the two golden letters the two teens had different views on these letters. Steven looked at them with wonder and literal stars in his eyes. While Connie looked at with worry and slight feeling of terror and something grim. Steven was about to open his letter until.

“Steven wait, I don’t think we should open these.” Connie suggested with a hint of fear which confused Steven a letter couldn’t scare anyone, could it?

“Connie, can I open please!! Who knows what it could be a ticket for a fancy cruise, a million dollars or uhh oh it could be a chance voice a cartoon character!”  The young half gem exclaimed in anticipation trying to convince his friend. Connie just sighed knowing it would be impossible to change his mind when he’s excited about something. So, shaking her head in defeat and laughed saying.

“Fine, but if something bad happens we get the gems okay.”

“Okay!” He exclaimed in joy of being able to open the

Dimension 7735-2246MA (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir)

“Finally, this story is almost over. You really like hearing yourself talk huh.”

Oh, shut up. Uhm anyway at Collége Francois Dupont six teenagers are currently having a falling out. Well, actually two are having a falling out, one is trying to stop it, and three are hiding.

“There is no way that Ladybug would be friends with a snob like you!” A dark-skinned girl with glasses and dark brown hair with reddish highlights yelled at a blonde haired and blue eyed girl. In return the girl yelled back.

“ At least its more likely she hang out with me than hang out with someone like you!” The glasses girl was about to retort until a blue haired Asian girl with pig tails tried to step in and asked them.

“Alya, Chloe why the heck are you two even fighting over this? Besides why does this even matter?”  Which she was met with hostilities. Most of which was from Chloe.

“Stay out of this Marinette!” “Sorry, girl but this queen bee needs to be taken off her throne!” Marinette just sighed and shock head while sending a small glare to two boys hiding behind a desk one with blonde hair and green eyes the other with light brown skin with black hair. Both gave Marinette an apologetic and sheepish grin while going back to hiding behind the desk but what happened next nothing could protect from the wrath of the fangirls.

“ Your Ladybug cosplay is bad that not even Copy Chat would call his lady.” Alya screamed at Chloe who donned a look of extreme rage and embarrassment. The entire class went dead silent all of them even the teacher all of them wondering and fearing what was going to happen next until all of them heard a noise. Everyone looked at the source of the noise which to their surprise was one the arguably strangest and funniest thing they ever saw. Said thing is a tall, dark red haired, muscular mailman with scars on his face but the funniest part is that hes’ wearing an outfit that’s a bit small for him specifically 2 sizes to small. “ A shut up I took it off the first mailman I knocked out. How was I supposed to know that he would be a dwarf.”  The mailman just ignored the looks and snickers of laughter from the students and walked straight towards the desk of a very confused and slightly frightened teacher. The mailman either didn’t know or ignored it and just bluntly asked in a bored or annoyed tone.

“ Is there a Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste, Alya Césaire, Nino Laniffe, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, and a Chloe Bourgeois in this classroom?”

The teacher getting over her initial shock and answered in a shaky voice “Nino, Adrien, and Chole are in the front row. Marinette and Alya are in the second row and Nathaniel is at the back row.” “Okay thanks”  Is all the mailman said to the woman. He started to pass the letters out to Nino, Alya, Marinette, Adrien and Chloe as well to Nathaniel a red haired bluish green eyed boy. He was almost out the door of the classroom when one of the kids who got a letter yelled.

“What are these for?” The mailman just grinned and yelled back without turning to look.

“For something great!” Then the letters given out in the certain dimensions burst opened and inside them was a piece of paper sayin.

“ Dear future students. It gives me great joy and excitement to inform you that have been accepted to enroll at Protagonist Prep. Now you may be wondering what is Protagonist Prep well it is a highly rewarded and prestigious school only for a selected few. Now to arrive at this school all you have to is these words Afino daravaaza apartu jadi saya puet entrer. Good luck.”

La final

“Finally, this story over, I thought it wouldn’t end.” Oh, hush up and besides aren’t you forgetting something.  “What do you. Oh god the mailman!” Now its La Final.

[fictionalwonder]

True Blood Season 4 Review

Ok It's done. The guessing and spoiling is over for another 9 months leaving us with only a serious fangover and an unprecedented post season body count. True Blood Season 4 was bat shit crazy even more than Season 3, the timeline of such memorables as jar of Talbot and spine ripping TV. So now post Season 4 finale whether you were calling for a Scream award or thought the whole thing blew chances are you're about to embark on 9 months of TB withdrawal. Yup even the haters feel its absence. So let's savor the moment in a post finale look at the best and worst of True Blood Season 4

THE BIGGEST THANK GOD MOMENT: Wee Marcus and gang finally putting Tommy and us out of the misery that was Tommy Mickens sorry ass life. As soon as he went skinwalker you knew his days were numbered. Sam Tramwell was brilliant doing Tommy doing him and who didn't cheer when said Tommy/Sam fired Sookie! She is the worst waitress ever! Talk about sick leave; is she ever at work for more than half a shift!?! The fall out from his death will certainly carry us through season 5, where we can only hope Sam has some modicum of hope at returning to just running the bar and attending anger management sessions.

Close second was Sookie decisively shooting Debbie Pelt in the head, even though she begged her not to. Yup, we had to wait till the very end of the season for evil, laughing while pouring Talbot down the drain Sookie, to return.

BEST OMG MOMENT: Ginger riding the coffin - nuff said.

SCARIEST/SEXIEST MOMENT:

Scary and sexy are often one and the same on True Blood, and this year Eric Northman ripping out, here to be known as, Juice Box Roy's heart will be stamped on my brain as a shining TB moment. Countless screamed everywhere, I had know idea THAT could be sexy! Give Skarsgård a raise!

BTW the T-shirts were on sale a mere 3 hours post show.

BIGGEST WTF MOMENT: Sookie and Eric snow shower then frak in Narnia. I've never read the books but the post Spellbound roar over The Vampire, The Witch and The Shower Stall, chocked up the blog commentary for days. I suspect because nothing could ever live up to this sacred cow of the sookiverse sexcapdes, Ball and company for better or worse decided not to go there; thus sparing us from more Skinmax test reels by getting out of the shower faster than they got in

MOST IMPROVED: King Bill - sure

he's damaged goods nailing his great great great great granddaughter and watching his ex screw his brain-damaged frenemy but sans Sookie round his neck, Bill was standing a bit taller this year. He even had a sense of humor, and Bill with balls is actually kind of hot. The developing bromance between him and Eric turned out to be one of the best parts of the season close.

MOST POTENTIAL: Laurel and Hardy move over. With Sookie out of the way Bill and Eric make an an awesome tag team, dissing each other on the pyre then cooperatively staking and decapitating Nan and troopers. Here's to more of Bill and Eric's excellent adventure in Season 5.

MOST IN NEED OF IMPROVEMENT: Sookie got enough of her spunk back to blow Debbie Pelt's head off, sure, but seriously she spent most of the season literally on her back, well sometimes on top. She was once a gifted mind-reader; we saw that maybe twice this season. Instead we learned more about her castrating powers when it comes to boyfriends. She mommied Eric into a hoody wearing puppy dog, did the dirty with him in every room of grandma's house and then kicked him, alongside Bill, to the curb come finale. In four seasons she truly did go from virgin to love em and leave em fangbanger. The classless moves have got to stop if the Stackhouse angle is to survive. We need an even slightly relate-able protagonist. I'm hoping another eligible lady moves to town, though god forbid she get a job at Merlotts - the most dangerous workplace in America.

SOOKIE'S ONE REDEEMING FEATURE SEASON 4: Sookie had unbelievably great hair this season. I swear to god I saw the camera man reflected in her locks in Eric's cubby.

MOST IN NEED OF A HUG: From defending herself against zombie slurs to losing an ear, Pam had endured what must go down as the worst week in her hundred plus years. She lost her maker to back country fairy vagina and her face rotted off. And things weren't exactly looking up when we left her, blood tears running down her cheek, hugging Ginger.

Why did they do that to Pam!!! Well for one reason she gave TB viewers some of the best gore the show has ever delivered. Still, writers, you better fix her. At the end of the day we really just want to look at Kristin Bauer being gorgeous and acting snarky.

Coming in second is Hoyt who despite the bitterness of his bad boyfriend rejection could really use a little lov'in right now, if not some of Summer's biscuits.

BEST RECAPS and REVIEWS:

VLOGS

#1 Bloodworks takes the stakes as a no contest winner. Besides being just the cutest couple in the world, Brian and Any's post show cocktails and theatrics amount to sometimes slurry worded and always hilariously astute recaps. I swear by mid season you look forward to Andy and Brian's upload as much as the episode itself. With its "staking points" and "do bad things" they were the best thing that could happen to a mediocre TB episode. Brian Juergen and Andy Swist @campbloodbuzz @andyswist http://campblood.org/Newblog/

#2 Think Heroes True Blood Review is tried and true. Roth Cornet has hosted solo for two seasons, and this season Jenna Busch was on board. Roth's reviews are first-rate often delving deeper than the show deserves. Busch does a good job of keeping things in the watercooler-moment mood of the short vlog format. The two combined offer a sometimes giggle ridden but always insightful True Blood take. Jennings Roth Cornet @JRothC | http://www.jenningsrothcornet.com/ JennaBusch @JennaBusch | http://girlmeetslightsaber.blogspot.com

#3 BloodBites is family friendly fair with this sister and brother team showcasing familial bonds and blood-dipped funny bones. Reenacting then reviewing a given episode's wtf moments, Blood Bites has cross-gen appeal. It's quality YouTube content you could show your grandmother and your eight year-old niece, who you know are both watching True Blood too.

Honorable Mention My Future Lover's Reason to Ship Sookie and Eric Spawn of You Tube strictly for Team Eric members, My Future Lover's play by play captions to the best and worst Sookie Eric moments capture at least half the audience's joy, tears and tv punching moments.

BEST PODCAST

True Blood in Dallas Straight up fan founded talkshow and review of both book, show and TB culture with revolving guest reviewers each week. A steady dose of all the criticism only a Stackhouse booklover can bring, Talk Blood is laced with plenty of Charlaine Harris loving that fellow fans can appreciate.

Listen to internet radio with True Blood in Dallas on Blog Talk Radio

BLOGS AND WEB SITES

Best Recaps

Pros and Cons True Blood by Meredith Woerner nails it everytime. for a no holds barred, tell it like is play by play pro con style. This is one of the funniest and most astute TB recaps out there. Meredith Woerner @MdellW | http://io9.com/people/MeredithDW/posts/

After Eltons WTF recap by Steven Frank is an imaginative post morteum with major plot points reviewed then rated in Grace Jones Vamp limps.

Jef With One F's music and episode recap for the Houston's Press is a creative spin that lets the show's lead track set the tone for review and analysis. Jef With One F @HPRocksOff

Best Blogs

Talk True Blood Digging deep and ranting in the best way, Talk True Blood goes so far as to offer scene by scene body language analysis of major characters.

Buddhism and True Blood Dedicated to Alan Ball and the wheel of life, Buddhism and True blood reminds us that life is suffering especially in Bon Temps

True Blood Underground Do you really know what's going on in Bon Temps? Conspiracy theories abound as TB Underground calls out Alan Ball on his addictive mind control experiment.

FINAL WORD Four seasons later there is still a bit of blood left in the series, and while fairy-finger-cop-outs and super silly, supernatural assumptions do show signs of laziness in the writers room, True Blood still does deliver some amazing TV. Godforbid we get bogged down by process oriented stuff like how amnesia Eric lost his shirt post-spell or ends up on a bonfire tied to Bill between episode 11 and 12. Things like how come no one reports a death in Bon Temp anymore or WHO IS running Merlottes only get in the way of a good story or at least a good "oh no they didn't" jaw drop.

I suspect, forty eight episodes later, TB writers actually relish every shark jumping moment as much as fangbanging spectacle. They know they can get away with it because they know how dedicated, creative and forgiving their fan base is. Plus narrative logic be damned, camp and drama are fine edges to play on, and they deserve applause for taking even tasteless risks.

For every bit of hocus pocus cgi True Blood throws at us, such as the anime forcefield surrounding Moon Goddess or the ridiculously bad fx exorcism of Mavis, there was a Pam getting a skin peel or Eric ripping the heart out of juice box Roy to make up for it. For each ridiculous Scooby Doo and the gang moment, there was a Vampire A-team or death by pencil. For each and every minute we tolerated Andy, we had a shot of Ginger riding a coffin or Eric drinking the whole fairy. True Blood IS very uneven but it IS very fun.

So that caps summertime Sundays and True blood still remains my ultimate guilty pleasure. The culture and coverage this year has been as much fun as the show itself and made Sundays feel like a party. I think Alex Skarsgård sums it all up in this quote,

“At 7 in the morning, I’m hanging from the ceiling in a Nazi uniform with fangs in[my mouth]. I look over and I see [Allan] there in his Nazi uniform hanging like a puppet. We’re about to descend down to kill this wolf, you know? And that was the moment where we just looked at each other like, This is what we’re doing for a living?‘”

Yup, IT IS! And even more surprising I CAN"T believe I'm watching you do it and not only that but loving every minute!