#and mamma sage comes along

[yuri-is-online]

Without Saying (Floyd and Ruggie x Yuu)

"Oh can I help you? You seem to be lost." You attempt to cheerfully ask the vaguely familiar looking person in front of you. As if he is deliberately trying to rub salt in your wounds, Crowley ignored your request to leave campus for NRC parents day and is instead making you and Grim run errands. The person in front of you, blissfully ignorant to your inner turmoil perks up at your attention.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you the magicless prefect?" You and Grim exchange a confused glance. "You've got to be right?" They're practically glowing with how happy they are to see you. " Oh I'm sorry, I've just heard so much about you!" Wait, what?

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, feral ariel (Floyd) vs light angst again (Ruggie). If you liked this please check out the previous parts on my masterlist.

Floyd

Under normal circumstances, a quiet Floyd was a suspicious Floyd but today- well today it was just odd. He doesn't look bored per se, just idle standing next to a very tall woman with similarly colored hair who is slowly, carefully, with extreme focus examining every inch of what you think is a novelty piggy bank shaped like the school's wishing well.

"Are you done yet Mamma?" Floyd sounds like he is being careful not to yawn.

"Hush now Floydie," she doesn't even blink, that's how tight her focus is, "Mamma is concentrating." Mrs. Leech's lips are tightly pursed while Floyd mutters something about going to get some candy and slinks off while you question if getting involved in this conversation is part of your job description or even smart. Unfortunately for you by the time you look back up from your clipboard Mrs. Leech has moved directly in front of your face in complete silence. "Human-" you go to scream but she silences you with a look you can't tell is from magic or practice raising the twins "Human can you help me with something?" She doesn't even wait for you to agree before holding up the piggy bank. "What exactly is the purpose of this object?"

"That?" You are surprised your voice doesn't give out entirely as she vigorously nods. "The piggy bank?"

"I see, I see." She nods sagely, immediately whipping around to where she evidently thought her son still was, shrugging undeterred as she decides to simply yell. "FLOYD! IT'S CALLED A PIGGY BANK."

"That's nice Mamma." Calls Floyd, oddly coming off as polite and rational from somewhere deep within the Mystery Shop. " But like what does it do?"

"EXCELLENT QUESTION! Say human what does it do?" You are deeply tempted to say that this woman cannot be serious but you don't really want to find out. You draw yourself up to your full height and nod.

"You put coins in it." Mrs. Leech blinks, a bit taken aback.

"Wait really?" Bravely, with a reasonable fear of being bitten, you reach over and gently lift up the top of the wishing well to show her the coin slot.

"I'm pretty sure this one plays a song when you put a coin in too." You explain.

"But it's so tiny?" She marvels, repeatedly opening and shutting the top of the bank. "How're you supposed to keep your money safe if it's so fragile? But then again I do keep most of mine with my husband..."

"Uhm it's supposed to be a fun gift for little kids." It occurs to you that she might find that offensive since it did look like she was buying it for herself. "To teach them about saving money, at least where I'm from anyway."

"Oh how cute. That settles it, I am definitely getting this." As if sensing that it is check out time Floyd shuffles over and immediately perks up.

"Little Shrimpy! Were you the one helping my mom?" He seems really happy, causing you to breathe a light sigh of relief. Mrs. Leech looks confused, zeroing in on you with the same concentration from earlier.

"Yeah. Trying to anyway." You nervously say; Mrs. Leech's attention turns to her son.

"Aww, how cute. You fishin' for a favor shrimpy?" Normally you would play along with his teasing, but your eyes dart awkwardly to Mrs. Leech whose attention is back on you, then the piggy bank, then you then her son, then you agai-

"Not really, I'm just trying to do my job." You awkwardly laugh and Floyd pouts.

"Spring or Summer?" Mrs. Leech asks cheerfully. To your surprise she has somehow managed to snatch up a second piggy bank within the .2 seconds since you took her attention off her.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh just wondering that's all." She has a very serene smile on her face. Almost too serene. Like you just somehow signed away your soul because you didn't read some fine print. "I'm more partial to Spring myself." You try to look to Floyd for some context but for some reason, he's refusing to make eye contact. Weird.

Ruggie

"Thank you dear." The elderly beastwoman breathes a sigh of relief as you help her settle onto a bench next to the Coliseum. "Goodness, Ruggie warned me this place was big but I didn't realize just how serious he was." You nod, unscrewing the cap on one of the water bottles you brought with you for the old lady. She takes it thankfully and you breathe a gentle sigh of relief, not that Granny Bucchi had been anything more than a bit winded when you found her, but it was still worrying to see an old woman bent over like that. "I really should have just waited for him."

"Didn't he promise to meet you at the mirror chamber?" You ask, trying not to sound too judgmental. You find it hard to believe someone who spoke as fondly of his grandmother at Ruggie wouldn't want to escort her around, Granny Bucchi looks at you sheepishly sort of confirming that.

"He doesn't actually know that I'm here just yet, I wanted to surprise him." She tries to pass you back the water back but you shake your head. The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence, the sort you only ever get while relaxing with a cup of tea, or in this case a nice old lady who is genuinely enjoying the campus scenery. It's so nice Grim curls himself up into your lap for a little nap. Granny Bucchi scratches just the right place behind his ears to convince the "not a cat" to let out a very cat like purr.

"Did you send him a message to let him know your here?" You whisper, trying not to wake your baby. "If not I can send him one." She lets out a small laugh, similar in sound to her grandson's but still very much her somehow.

"Oh I am sure he'd be half way here already if he knew I had you to myself. Who knows what sort of ideas I could be putting in that head of yours." She winks and takes out her phone, squinting at the keys trying to piece together a message. "You should still send him one though, you'll probably be faster than me."

"Do you mind if I take a picture?" You ask sheepishly. "You know so Ruggie knows you're ok." Lies you just want a picture of you with Granny Bucchi. Sure, to Twisted Wonderland she is just some lady, but she is easily celebrity tier to you with how much glowing praise Ruggie heaps on her.

"Oh please do!" To your surprise she seems genuinely excited and strikes a little pose. What a natural, Vil has nothing on this woman. Not that you are going to say that out loud because you don't have a death wish. You happily text Ruggie as Granny Bucchi looks on fondly. "Do you like taking pictures?" Her voice is much softer than it has been in the admittedly little conversation you have had. "Ruggie sends me a lot of the ones you've given him from your ghost camera, I keep trying to ask him if you're planning on being a photographer in the future but he always dodges the question." She's clearly curious and you can't blame her, you just aren't sure how to answer.

"The future is a bit complicated for me." Is what you settle on, really hoping it doesn't loose you points.

"Oh you don't need to feel bad about that." Her eyes are filled with warmth and affection that you haven't felt in a long time, it's enough to make you want to cry. "Technically the future is complicated for everyone, some of us just muscle through it better than others. Case in point." Granny hauls her self up and nudges you to turn around. Ruggie is staring at both of you with a strange look in his eyes, but when he makes eye contact with you he shakes himself out of whatever mood that was and jogs up to meet you both.

It would be nice, you think, if you could do this again.

[winterrrnight]

“the blue in your eyes” — new beginnings chapter IV

PAIRING: stepdad!soft!rafe cameron x mom!reader

WARNINGS: n/a

EDITH SPEAKS: I am so so sorry for the break I took with updating this! I'll try to be much more regular now <3 <3 please reblog if you enjoyed this and share all your thoughts 💞😊 I am sorry if this feels super boring right now but honestly it wasn't ever really meant to really interesting either 😭😭

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It’s been over one week since Sage joined Rafe’s class. You've noticed the big increase in her happiness; she comes home with a big grin gracing her face, and she proudly shows you her art pieces and small arithmetic and alphabet assignments she did with a huge good star adorning almost each one of them.

“Mamma look, Fafe gave me a star!” She would tell you, jumping around as you look at the star, along with the ‘very well done!’ written next to it.

You’re on your way to pick her up from the school, after finishing up with your own work. As you walk inside the school, you notice Rafe, Sage, and the rest of her classmates sitting in the grass in a circle. You can hear the little children giggling and Rafe laughing along with them. You can't help but smile at the sight; watching Rafe being extremely sweet with the children, always praising them when they do the little things right.

“Okay Sage it’s your turn,” Rafe smiles, handing her a football. “What do you love most?”

“My mamma!” She says, without hesitating even for a second. You softly gasp as you hear those words come from her mouth, deciding to stay here just for a moment more to see how this conversation unfolds.

“And what do you love about her?” Rafe asks her next, the smile still tugging on the corners of Rafe’s lips.

“She is pretty,” Sage sighs. “and she makes me happy.”

Hearing Sage not only call you pretty, but say you make her happy has tears pricking your eyes quickly. A soft smile takes over your face as you watch how Sage glows talking about you, her sweet grin never leaving her, and her little pigtails bouncing when she nods her head. These are the moments when you realize how lucky you are to have Sage in your life.

In the next few minutes Rafe wraps up the class and more parents appear to pick up their children. As Sage spots you, she comes rushing you and clutches onto your legs, hugging them tightly.

“Hey baby,” you smile, bending down to her level as you press a kiss to her cheek. “Did you have a good day?”

She looks up at you and nods her head, a grin on her face. Although you can see she’s feeling tired, her eyes droopy and yawns escaping her lips. “Good day,” she smiles at you, and hugs you. You hug her back, his head nuzzling in your neck. You laugh as you pick her up, her resting on your hip. Just as you get up, you see Rafe looking at you from a distance. You can't help but smile at him, and he waves at you.

A few seconds pass and you’re still looking at him, a smile persistent on your face. Sage’s body relaxes in your arms, and you see she’s almost asleep. You give Rafe a small nod of your head and walk back to where your car is parked.

You set Sage in her car seat, her now being completely asleep. As you close her door, you turn around to see Rafe walking to you.

“Hey,” you smile at him as he approaches you.

“Hi,” he says back, a similar smile on his face. You take a moment to look in his bright blue eyes, the light shining on them to make them seem even brighter than usual.

He takes a look into the car window, seeing the small resting body of Sage. “She’s very smart, you know? And a bright ray of sunshine,” he says, smiling fondly at her.

“I wouldn’t doubt that, she absolutely adores you,” I say. “She comes back home each day with a huge smile on her face,” I sigh, my smile not leaving my face.

“She is just… such a beautiful addition to the class,” Rafe says softly. A moment of silence passes over you two as you steal a glance at Sage in your car, her resting deeply in her seat. The cotton floss clouds slowly shift in the sky, small streaks of golden, hazy sunlight falling on you two.

Just for a second, you see the sunlight strike across Rafe’s eyes, and they seem a brighter blue than usual. Not the usual navy blue, but a sapphire blue instead; the pupil seeming even darker. Your own eyes almost widen at the ethereal sight; it seems as if his eyes just changed colors.

“Uh y/n?” Rafe calls softly. You blink yourself out of your daze and let a small smile grace your face, noticing how the sunrays aren’t falling across his eyes anymore and they’ve returned to their usual dark blue.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing, you just seemed a little lost there… is everything alright?” He asks, furrowing his brows a little.

And it happens again.

The sunlight falls, and the electric blue appears again. But you try your best to not distract yourself much from it.

“Yeah yeah,” you say, “everything’s alright,”

Silence falls over you two again, but it’s short lived before Rafe speaks again.

“Listen I uh… I wanted to ask you something,” Rafe says. You tilt your head slightly, your brows furrowed slightly.

“Hm?” You hum, wanting him to continue.

He seems to be fumbling with his words, not knowing what to say as his gaze refuses to meet yours, his eyes looking everywhere but at you.

“I was wondering if…” he takes a deep breath, and you notice his hands are at his back, and your first intuition is that he’s probably fiddling with his fingers the way he seems so flustered. “I was wondering if you’d like to grab some coffee with me sometime…” He says, and his voice fades by the end of the sentence, the words dissolving in the air around you.

The creases in your forehead relax and your eyes widen slightly as you process the words.

You and Rafe. Out for coffee. That sounds like a date…

“I mean, we don’t have to have coffee, we can go to some other place if that’s more of your thing…” he rambles. “We don’t even have to go to some food place, we can go for uh… movies and such, or uh… an art museum maybe…”

You can’t help but softly smile at him. His cheeks tinted with a light pink as he rambles on, listing possible locations of where you can go as his gaze refuses to meet yours. It feels as if you’re a teenager, your first crush asking you out.

“Rafe,” you say softly, and he looks up at you. “The offer is beautiful but…” you take a deep breath, “are you sure it’s okay for you to go out for coffee with a… a parent?”

“Of course it is,” he says almost immediately. “Don’t think of me as your child’s teacher I just… I would love to get to know you better,”

You can’t help but smile at his words. The idea sounds quite nice to you, not to mention how Rafe has caught your eye since you first ever saw him.

Since you ended your marriage, you were busy with raising Sage, leaving you no time to put yourself out there for dating whatsoever. You barely even had time to even make a simple conversation with someone, seeing how you were always busy with either taking care of Sage or your own job.

But this? It feels right.

“Then it’s okay,” you say. “I’ll love to have some coffee with you,”

You can see how Rafe’s eyes light up; metaphorically and literally as the sunlight strikes against them and they turn the sharp electric blue, but it’s only momentary. His lips pull into a grin and he nods at you. “Sounds wonderful,” he says softly.

You acknowledge him with a nod of your own head, and pass on a smile.

This is good. This feels good.

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[opulvnts]

   •  •  •    witchy  woman  by  eagles :    spotted !    if  it  isn’t  sage  baek  walking  through  the  streets  of  nyc .    people  say  she  looks  like  jennie  kim ,    but  i  really  don’t  see  it .    the  twenty-six  year  old  psychic  medium  is  out  here  making  mommy  and  daddy  proud .    while  they  have  been  known  to  be  intrepid ,    we’ve  all  seen  their  eccentric  nature  come  to  light .    sources  tell  me  they  remind  people  of  the  healing  powers  of  nature  ,   vulgar  exclamations  leaving  petite  frame  ,   elongated  mulberry  fingertips  waving  sticks  of  incense  .    /  demiwoman  /  she  ,   they  ,   them   &   her .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,   𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 .

official   name  :  sage   rosalind   baek  .   nickname  :  sb  .   birthdate  :  febuary   20th  ,   1997  .   birthplace  :  christchurch  ,   new   zealand  .   citizenship  :  american   &   new   zealand  .   current   residence  :  soho  ,   nyc  .   gender  :  demi   female  ,   she / her / they / them   pronouns  .  orientation  :  pansexual  ,   panromantic  .   languages  :  english  ,   korean  ,   nzsl  ,   some   māori  .   occupation  :   psychic   medium  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,   𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 .

faceclaim  :  jennie  kim  .   height  :  five   foot  three  .   build  :  slender .   eye   color  :  brown  .   hair   color  :  brown  ,    lavender   highlights  .   hair   style  :  constantly   changing  .   signature   scent  :  musc   noir   rose   by   narciso   rodriguez  .   style  :  bohemian  inspired  ,   comfortable  ,    androgynous  .    piercings  :  bellybutton  ,   both   nipples  ,    several   on  each  lobe  ,    both   daith’s  ,   rook’s   &   tragus’  .   tattoos  :  a  handful  of  small  ones  ,    most  stick  &  poke  .   scars  :  one  ;   down  right  side  of  neck  from  car  accident  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  , 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 .  

big   three  :  pisces   sun  ,   cancer   moon  ,   sagittarius   rising  .   mbti  :  infj  .    label  : the   bohemian  .   traits  :  intrepid  ,   eccentric  ,   bold  ,   defiant  .   character   inspo  :  donna   sheridan   (  mamma   mia  )  ,   phoebe   buffay   (  friends  )  ,   beverly   katz   (  hannibal  )  ,   raymond   reddington   (  the   blacklist  )  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,    𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘭 .  

biological   father  :  seung   ‘samuel’   baek  .   occupation  :  financial   advisor  .   biological   mother  :  moon   baek  .   occupation  :  celebrity   yoga   instructor  .    siblings  :  tbd  .    children  :  brooklyn   baek-forester  .

♡     ◞        𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀  ,   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 .

being  raised  in  the  new  zealand  countryside  meant  sage  had  always  had  a  big  appreciation  for  nature .    the  shift  to  the  united  states  came  with  towering  concrete  skyscrapers  and  smog  filled  air ,    the  complete  opposite  of  what  she’d  become  accustomed  to .

luckily  sage  managed  to  make  friends  quickly ,    of  course  who  could  deny  such  an  adorable  kindergartener ?

slowly  she  accepted  her  new  city  life ,    though  taking  every  opportunity  to  drag  her  parents  outside .    her  mom  had  been  very  similar  in  that  respect ,   free  spirited ,    hippie  like  and  big  on  holistic  wellbeing .   unlike  her  father  who  was  rigid  and  driven  by  the  9-5  capitalistic  drone .

in  high  school  sage  and  her  best  friend  decided  it’d  be  a  good  idea  to  loose  their  virginities  to  one  another ...    cue  the  positive  pregnancy  test  and  pure  panic  ensuing .

her  friend  toby’s  parents  were  wholly  supportive  whereas  her  mom  wasn’t  and  her  dad  never  voiced  his  opinions .    she  spent  a  lot  of  her  time  with  toby’s  family ,    bonding  with  his  mom  over  baby  stuff .

ultimately  her  dad  came  to  accept  the  decision  she’d  made ,    realising  if  he  didn’t  he  was  being  a  hypocrite .    seung  had  been  hiding  his  true  identity  for  majority  of  his  life ,    so  if  he  wanted  acceptance  from  his  daughter  he’d  have  to  show  it  in  return .

just  before  brooklyn  was  born  sage’s  father  left  her  mother  and  filed  for  a  divorce ,    coming  out  as  gay  and  revealing  he’d  had  a  boyfriend  for  the  past  ten  years .

sage  moved  in  with  her  dad  after  brooklyn  was  born ,    both  him  and  his  partner  doting  on  the  two  of  them  along  with  toby .

she  never  got  to  make  amends  with  her  mom  who  passed  away  a  year  after  brooklyn  was  born .

during  this  time  was  when  sage  started  to  get  more  into  spirituality ,    mostly  because  for  majority  of  her  life  she’d  had  feelings  that’d  turn  out  to  be  true  or  she’d  communicate  with  things  she  couldn’t  see .

after  years  of  research  and  practise  she  started  working  as  a  psychic  medium ,    her  father  and  his  partner  massively  supportive .    even  if  her  dad  didn’t  exactly  believe  initially .

unlike  other  spiritual  individual’s  in  hollywood  sage  is  the  real  deal .    she’s  no  bullshit ,    honest  to  a  fault  and  will  give  you  the  best  she  can .

a  lot  of  the  time  channeling  spirits  takes  a  physical  toll  on  sage ,    depending  on  the  session  this  can  cause  fatigue ,    headaches ,    nausea ,    nosebleeds  and  sometimes  depressive  episodes .

frankly  she  doesn’t  give  a  damn  about  non  believers  and  will  continue  her  work  to  provide  for  her  daughter .

thankfully  she  has  a  healthy  co-parenting  relationship  and  brooklyn  is  their  foremost  priority .

♡     ◞        𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬  ,   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 .

can  be  very  brash ,    sarcastic  and  vulgar  due  to  her  new  zealand  upbringing ,    she  spends  a  lot  of  time  there  when  she  can  and  plans  to  move  back  one  day .  

adores  stevie  nicks ,    witches ,    crystals ,    meditation ,    manifesting  and  spell  work .

not  super  into  hard  liquor ,    prefers  wine  or  micro  dosing  shrooms .

recently  has  been  offered  a  tv  show  similar  to  tyler  henry .    her  only  requests  are  that  there  is  a  big  focus  on  every  day  folks  so  that  celebrity  guests  don’t  saturate  the  show .

owns  three  cats ,    a  dog ,    a  turtle  and  a  rabbit .    mostly  because  she  adores  animals  but  also  because  she  can’t  say  no  to  her  daughter .

[balorant]

Mamma sage I’m telling you

[scarofthewind]

can I please ask for a Pelle imagine where Pelle is telling his "kids"(the community children and his biological ones) how him and Yn met (their "mamma") .I was thinking he'd tell his in a fairytale style. what do you think?

A/N: I love him so so much. I also have a date tonight and I’m so fucking nervous. I’ve been out with them before and we’ve been talking for a while; we just haven’t seen each other in a while and it makes me nervous. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Pure fluff and love

word count: 660 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

“What are you doing, Papa?” A soft voice asked the male as he continued trimming the lavender and sage in the garden bed. Turning around, he saw his daughter who looked up at him with bright eyes much like yours. 

“Just fixing up the garden, what are you doing?” He asked, poking her stomach gently, watching her laugh before she fiddled with the hem of her dress. 

“I was helping Momma with the laundry but I got bored.” She informed him, watching as her two brothers and a few other kids ran towards them. “Can I ask you something?” Her eyes went back to Pelle’s who watched the other kids draw near. 

“Whatever it is that you want to do, ask your mother first.” He said to her, watching her shake her head as the other children came to a halt by them, panting and red in the face from running around. “How did you meet Momma?” She asked, watching as Pelle bit back a smile. Pelle looked over to where you were, watching you clean more of the white laundry and chatting away with another woman. You looked up briefly, catching his eyes before smiling to him lovingly; he hummed proudly. 

“Alright gather around and listen well because I’m only telling this story once,” He told the children who all sat down in the grass. His daughter clambered into his lap, playing with his hands as he cleared his throat to speak. “You’re mother was kept away from me for a long time before I finally got to hold her.” He started, watching the kids stare at him in wonder. 

“We were younger then, and she was as beautiful as ever. She had the kindest heart and the brightest smile that would light up the room when she walked in.” The kids all let out a ‘wow’ or ‘whoa’ at his words and he laughed at their reactions. “But,” he said, holding up a finger, “Her eyes were sad.”

“Why were they sad, Papa?” One of your boys chimed in, the other nodding in question. 

“The man she was with didn’t treat her good. He never payed her attention and often times broke her heart with his words and actions.” Pelle remembered all the times you used to call him crying, telling him that your boyfriend was cheating on you, again. “I knew I had to save. I had to make her eyes bright with the love and happiness that only I could give her.”

A few of the kids went ‘aww’ and Pelle laughed gently, looking down to his daughter in his lap that held the same happy eyes that you had today. “So, I saved her, defeating the beast of a man who only wanted to hurt her.”

“What did you do to him, Papa?” One of his boys asked excitedly, the other saying a soft ‘yeah’ in agreement. “Did you cut his head off? Did you stab him in the heart?”

Pelle shook his head at his children’s wonder. “You don’t need to worry about how I defeated him, just know that I did.” The boys whined in defeat. Pelle still could hear the screams coming from the man as he and a few of the village people helped tear his skin from his bones before setting him on fire. 

“Keep going, what happened after you saved her?” One of the village children asked. 

“I brought her here. I took care of her, made her happy and eventually had a few children along the way,” he grinned, tickling his daughter in his lap, her laughter loud enough to make you wonder what he was telling them. 

“Are her eyes bright, Papa?” His youngest boy asked, looking over to his mother with a curious expression. 

Pelle looked over to you as well and you watched as all the children around him turned their heads towards you. Your eyes met Pelle’s and he sighed lovingly, “They’re the brightest.”

[shadowglens]

amaryllis, anemone, + bluebell for sage!

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?how do they express that pride ?

kit! sage is such a proud mamma! kit is a fairly smart kid by nature and picks things up very quickly, but sage still gets that warm swell of love and pride in her chest whenever kit does something new or cool. the first night kit reads her book out loud without stumbling over too many words, sage can’t help but smile until her scar aches. sage tends to express her pride softly, quietly - a smile here, a ruffle of the hair there. she’ll always praise kit verbally too, or at least try to. 

as kit gets older, i think sage is quietly proud that kit didn’t turn out cruel like her father. which is a miracle, really, because kit’s formative years were spent on the run, sometimes watching her mother brutally kill zombies or people, but 🤷‍♀️. kit turns out okay, all things considered. sage is endlessly relieved about it. 

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ? where does that world view come from   (what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .) ?

sage has always had a bit of a pessimistic view of the world, even before it ended, so when the dead start walking around she’s not that surprised. she’d been living in hell long before the outbreak, and in all honesty - people turning into zombies was kind of a relief, because she wasn’t the only one on the run now. the outbreak did a lot of bad for her, and took a lot of kit’s childhood away, but it also gave sage a strange sense of peace - she didn’t have to worry about money, or her ex, and she takes to killing a lot better than she ever did being a zoologist. not being chained by the morals of the old world is freeing in many ways for sage. so yeah, it’s a cruel, brutal existence, but it’s at least a lot quieter now.

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?

when she was younger she was prone to moving in circles, unable to free herself of bad habits or past mistakes. once the world ends and her morals fracture along with it, sage is able to finally stop being that meek woman she used to be and move into something stronger. she’d made the first step away from her past when she took kit and ran just before the outbreak, and she’s come a Long way since then. she still struggles occasionally, but she’s got better at learning from her mistakes.

[rosesxandxthorns]

👶 ~ Gallahan x Luna

Send 👶 for my muse to admit to yours that they’re pregnant.

@connectedstrangers the winter girls just don’t shut up so it got long

Honestly Luna hadn’t been surprised when Ivy had doubled up the protective spells around the shop. Her sister had gone full mamma bear when Tobey was born and no one could really blame her for that. Magic tended to bring out the crazies and none of them wanted the little boy hurt. But what Luna didn’t understand was why she kept being blocked from doing things in the shop. She was a witch, they were her original spells that her sister just added to so why the hell was she having trouble helping some of the lagging plants along? Yes sometimes it left her a little wiped out but she always took care of the things in the green house and the last thing she wanted was her ingredients to die just because she’d screwed up.

Walking out of the green house she confronted her sister who was sitting behind the counter with the baby in her arms. “What spells did you do? I can’t do anything in here anymore and it’s not like I’m doing something dangerous.”

“Says the girl that locked up a demon.” Ivy sighed before smiling at the baby. “Auntie Luna does stupid things.” Looking at her sister she shrugged. “I didn’t do anything special. I just made it so people who want to do harm can’t come in here and you can’t do things to hurt yourself. It’s the same thing I have at home and that I did when I was pregnant. But it should only be for dangerous things unless you’re being attacked and need to protect yourself. It for draining spells.”

She frowned. “But nothing I do here is that draining. I’ve done it for years and never had an issue and it’s not like anything has changed. It’s the same spell and I’m the same person and-” Luna stopped for a moment as she looked at Tobey. “Oh shit.” 

Ivy gave her a confused look before looking at her baby for a moment. “Is something wrong with him?” Concern was clear in her features as she looked the baby over before turning to her sister again. “What?”

“It’s protecting a baby.”

“What?” Ivy repeated.

Luna shook her head. “Your spell it’s protecting a baby it’s why I can’t do anything here. It’s stopping me from doing anything draining. It’s protecting a baby. My baby.” She was still for a moment before her attention moved to the stairs to the apartment as Gallahan came down them. 

“I did the sage thing Ivy told me to do. I can’t say I like that part too much but it’s done.” He smiled at the two redheads before letting out a small laugh at the look on their faces. “Is everything alright?”

Slowly Luna nodded. “Everything’s fine.” There was a pause as she tried to put her thoughts in order before speaking again. “I think I’m pregnant.”

[superchromekat]

Florida Fantasy DnD

Classes decided by what drink you pick (you don't know what beverage is tied to which class)

Potential Classes:

Yarnspinnr: (Rouge): Can set up traps with yarn, stab people  sneak attacks with sharpened knitting needles, but typically perform 'slow' and 'delay' spells by engaging the opponent in conversation. They are speedy but require ' a little bit' of time to set up their traps/stories.

Elder(Cleric): Elderly persons who serve healing magic through good good old fashioned home cookin'. Their sage wisdom almost makes up for their limited movement and lack of speed. Almost.

Ballad ( Bard) Casts support spells via songs, typically about lost dogs, cheating on ex'es, ex'es cheating on you, F150 Trucks, etc etc etc

Bible Thumper (Monk) Able to use 'Placing of Hands' ie rapid fire open palm touches, typically along the knee or shoulders, temporarily paralyzing the victim with the Holy Spirit.

Salt of Earth (Elf or Druid replacements)

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Potental Monsters

Buhbbas (Leviathan Class): Large alligator like creatures that suspiciously look like plain ol' alligators. Come in Squeakers (young gators), Pint Sized: (adolescent gators) Big Mamma/Big Daddy (adult gators), Chonkers (very large gators) Lawd He-Commin (Final Gator Boss)

Le Fley: (Fairy Class) Mosquito, fickle creatures that will either bleed you dry or ones that 'listen' to you for a short window of time if you can bribe them properly to attack any other being nearby.

Kussu (Monster Plant Class) Kudzu. Sentient? Green vines that once they latch onto an adventurer can inflict slow and delay spells and will 'consume' and chip away at HP the longer the adventurer has the vines attached to them

Final Boss: Florida Man

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Allied Critters

Hummers: Humming birds; prefers the company of Salt of Earth characters, mostly because they tend to sporut delicious flowers everywhere if not on their bodies and hair. Can be used to deliver messages for a short distances or serve as a distraction for the enemy.

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Potential Items

Food < Fired Food: Food and rest can heal your characters, but FRIED food improves those gains, so best invest in a sturdy cast iron skilled for shallow pan frying or risk the additional burden by getting a small cauldron for deep frying.

Bath Salts: not for bathtime so put the rubber duckie away

[slothgiirl]

island in the sun (harry styles fanfic)

reader meets harry styles while on summer vacation on a small greek island

Greece was just as magical as you had imagined it to be. It was something straight out of mamma mia with clear blue seas surrounding the small island you were staying on.

You couldn't not go for long swims around the place, your arms and legs burning as you pushed yourself to swim around the island.

There were lots of rocks to rest on near the shoreline. Sometimes you just laid back and floated, sun warming your face.

After only a week here you'd developed a routine; taking a long swim out from the beach by where you were staying at all the way until the rocky out cropping, the docks jutting out into the sea. It was fun the watch tourists and locals alike jump off from the end of the dock.

And it wasn't too long of a swim. It was welcome after being landlocked for the past year.

After you go get fresh orange juice and some bread as you make your way back to where you're calling home for now. It was a nice change of pace, these lazy days.

Your route often took you by one of those houses on the island with its own private beach, the kind that were probably worth millions even on this lesser known island.

You swam further up just in case it was occupied. It wasn't summer so there shouldn't be many tourists.

But just in case-

A voice calls out, startling you out of the zone you'd been in, feeling perfectly at home in the cool waters. “Are you okay out there!”

You can make out a man on the beach, waving an arm over to you, but you're too far out to make out much more than that.

“I'm fine,” you call back, unsure of what else to say to the stranger. So, you do as the seals do, and take a deep breath before diving under, moving your arms and legs in synch.

Your lungs burn and you push past it, eyes open in the stinging salt water. You eventually have to come back up air, pulling up by a rock outcropping that hides you from view.

It takes you a few seconds to catch your breath, embarrassed to be caught out and embarrassed by your reaction. Your cheeks burn and it has nothing to do with the sun making its way through the sky.

*

Other than the dark thick hair, and his romanesque nose, Alexander looked nothing like his cousin, one of your best friends and the reason you were getting to stay here at all.

“Another crazy long swim,” he asks, already laughing. All of them made fun of how often and how long you swam for. You couldn't help it. You were a beach bum at heart.

“Yeah,” you offer, abashedly pushing already drying strands of hair behind an ear, “i think the house around the bend is rented. I saw one of the renters.” A one piece came in handy when you had to trek back to your current home through on of the small towns on the island, the main town really.

Shoeless and burning your toes.

“I think my mom said something about that,” he responds with a shrug, following at your heels as you enter your small room and tug on some shorts. “She heard something from Elena at the market.”

“What did you do,” he asks, a hint of amusement in the smile lines around his eyes.

“Swam away,” you answer, feeling embarrassed all over again, “I dove for it.”

He laughs. “Do you want to help me make lunch for our handful of guests?”

You nod, “only because I'm going to steal some food for myself.”

Alexander shakes as you both head to the kitchen. His mother had taken over the small hotel after his grandparents had grown much to old to keep up with it, not that anyone had told them that as Kristos still woke up every morning before the sun had risen to start on breakfast and still insisted on checking the papers every saturday.

“That doesn't count as helping!”

“It does,” you reply sagely, “I have to make sure the food is good after all.”

“You are the one who burned the-”

“It was an accident!”

*

It takes you two days to get over yourself and swim past the house again, past where the stranger had been.

You had built it all up in your head, going for swims about the shore below from where you were staying, drying up in the sun before braving the steps again. It had been weird and awkward and you hadn't wanted to be seen again.

But you weren't going to let some rich tourist stop you from swimming past their place. It was your morning routine, and you refused to give it up after being landlocked.

The pool was just never the same.

As you came upon it you felt a twinge, unable to keep your eyes off the shore, focus shifting to the stranger.

But the beach was empty.

You let out a sigh of relief and went by.

*

You help Alexander's grandmother and little sister in the garden, Juliana exclaiming, “no no that's too much water,” and “that's a weed. that's a weed. We eat that!”

Even at twelve she had a much greener thumb you did.

“Bring forth the compost,” she commanded, looking to her grandmother, making sure she was doing everything right.

“Careful not to put too much,” the older woman added, looking over the vegetables and herbs, basket next to her along with what she had harvested.  

Their little hotel seemed to exist in its own little bubble. A beautiful one out of a studio ghibli movie, but that didn't stop Juliana’s mother from getting starbucks when she went into town.

And some fresh fries from mcdonald's were nice to eat every now and then.

“I know I know.” She replies, already digging into the compost and gleefully mixing it into the soil.

You wipe away the sweat from your brow, still working on the resistant weeds.

“You need to eat more or all the swimming's gonna make you disappear like seafoam!”

You giggle, “maybe I want to turn into seafoam!”

Juliana grins in response, “we're making pizza for tonight. I'm going to get my very own.”

“No,” her grandmother adds, “you won't even finish it.”

“I will,” she insists, “I promise.”

“or I'll feed you to the sharks,” you add.

Her nose scrunches up, unamused, “you still have more weeds over there.”

“Yes my lady,” you joke as you move to the next patch.

*

It's another three days before you see the stranger again. Still from far off as you swim past, arms burnings as you do.

He waves to you, waves you over.

Which you assume means you're going to get horribly murdered, body left to wash up on some shore and it'll be on a thousand different true crime shows, maybe someone will think to add in the possibility of aliens.

You swim towards him anyways, curiosity too built up after these last few days. It's easy enough to let the waves pull you to shore. They do all the hard work and you just keep your head above water.

He walks out into the waves to meet you, tall and fit, chest littered in tattoos that range from awful to beautiful swallows on either sides of his chest. With large kind green eyes, it's not hard to place him. You doubt very many people wouldn't recognize him. But you don't want to be rude either so you say nothing, yet.

“Do you live around here,” Harry Styles asks, hand raised over his brow, shading his eyes from the sun.

“Around,” you respond evenly, waving off in the approximate direction, “it's be an awfully long swim otherwise.”

“So you're not secretly a mermaid or something?”

Heat rises to your cheeks, chest warm with pride vying for misplaced embarrassment. “Not unless what my mom said about staying to long in the water was true.”

He smiles, easily, before asking, “and what did she tell you?”  

“That I’d turn into a mermaid if I spent too long in the water. I took it as a challenge. Hasn't happened yet though.”

Harry laughs, looking down at you in disbelief twisted with simple joy, his wide smile reaching his eyes. “Well after your done with your swim I don't suppose you like to stop by?”

“Isn't that what I'm doing right now,” you retort, slipping into easy banter, like you've known him all your life, his easy manner contagious and suddenly you understand what charisma means.

“Well then by all means come on in,” he says tilting his head over to the nice house behind, back nestled just a short walk from the sand.

“I've got a swim to finish,” you counter, tilting your nose up in the air, before breaking into a smile, winking as you slip back further out.

He lets you go without another word.

*

You slap on sunscreen and pull on your bathing suit, already dry thanks to the hot sun.

It's morning and you only bother with a cup of water before making your way down the stone steps that lead down to the water, clear and blue and the perfect depth for a dive.

So you go in head first, coming up for air, getting your bearings before your off.

You hadn't told anyone just who you'd met the day before. It had felt too private. You doubted he'd want it announced, probably wanted a fair bit of privacy coming out all this way just for that very reason instead of heading to santorini.

That and you liked the idea of having him to yourself, warm and fuzzy on the inside as you thought of how he'd smiled at you on the beach.

Your strokes cut through the water easy, tide making the water seem almost still, a gentle lululling in contrast to the crashing waves of the beaches back home, a whole other ocean. The water cool against your skin, sun too low to burn yet.

This time Harry swims out to meet you, brow furrowed in concentration and you smile to yourself as you watch him approach, leaning back and floating, waiting for him out where your toes can't reach the bottom, water clear enough to see below to the rocks and occasional fish that darts by.

“I'm not the strongest swimmer,” he admits when he's within earshot, “but there's just something so relaxing to being in water, especially in a place like this.”

You laugh in agreement, “i know! But then again I'm a complete water baby.”

“Ever been to Hawaii,” he asks following your lead to the rock outcropping. Floating was no way to have a conversation, and finding a perch is easy enough.

“No,” you respond, “I'd love to go though. I've seen so many beautiful photos of the reefs.But for now I'm just lucky enough to spend the summer here.”

“Do you have family here?”

Shaking your head you answer, “nope, staying with a friends family actually. They were nice enough to host me.” You look out to the horizon for a second before settling you gaze on him, day old stubble and sparkling eyes, “How about you?”

“Just working on writing,” he tells me, “feels good to get away sometimes. Have some time by myself and really write not just mess around.”

With a smile you tell Harry, “That's exactly the reason I can never study in my dorm. I will one hundred percent mess around. But if I go somewhere to study I feel forced to actually get something done.”

Harry snorts. “What're you studying?”

“Economics, just no one told me all the math I have to take for it.”

He laughs at me, shaking his head. Before growing serious for a moment, “wait do you,” he trails off looking unsure for once.

“I think my mom would probably know who you are,” you add helpfully, “and she cant even work facebook.”

“Sorry I didn't say anything earlier,” you go on, looking down into the water, the dark blue of the water, the movement, mesmerizing to study. “I wasn't sure if I should or if it would be rude though I bet you always have people coming up to you.”

Harry shrugs, “most people are really nice about the whole thing so it's never a bother. But let me introduce myself,” he says puffing his chest out, back straight and offering his hand to you, “I'm Harry.”

You snort but shake his hand and introduce yourself too. “Nice to meet you Harry.”

“The pleasures all mine.”

“Well,” you say with much reluctance, “i'd better be getting on with my swim if you don't mind?”

“Ah of course who am I to stop such a committed swimmer,” he says arching an eyebrow playfully.

You giggle before pushing off the rock, launching yourself into the water and riding the momentum as far as it'll take you.

You feel warm all over and it has nothing to do with the sun.

*

“We have a big family coming to stay with us from the mainland,” Juliana tells you, sharing some of her chips with you, “grandma told me to tell you if you could help out with check in in the morning?”

“Aye aye captain,” you tell her, saluting her with a firm hand before grabbing another handful of ketchup chips, the vinegar taste strangely addicting. “Anything else I should know?”

“Only that I'm going to make you carry and the suitcases,” she says blowing a raspberry at you.

“oh I see how it is,” you say, acting mock affronted as you place a hand over your chest, “i thought we were supposed to gang up on your brother?”

She grins mischievously, “only if you'll go out to pick cherries with me?”

“I thought we weren't supposed to?”

“It's not like anyone has to know.” Her smiles wides, all teeth and you break into laughter.

“Okay okay,” you respond, licking your fingers for good measure, getting all the flavor and crumbs off, “deal.”

*

After going three days without a swim, your muscles ache in relief as you finally get to put them to good use, long powerful strides that have you gliding through the water.

It's a later start than you'd have liked, but you'd already been away for too long.

And you weren't going to lie, you were hoping to see Harry. Because you liked him. Too much for someone you'd only had a handful of conversations with.

You wonder if he'd worried when you hadn't swum by in the mornings.

You'd be sure to ask him if you saw him.

After a few good strokes you drive down, eyes stinging from the sea water, lungs full of held air as you go down as far as you can, before the pressure in your ears becomes too much and your dart up like a minnow, breaking for air on the surface and floating as you catch your breath, feeling weightless and good from the cool water now soaked into your hair.

After a few moments you push on, heart speeding up as you come into view of his current house, home, for a little while at least.

He was going to be here for as long as you were, the summer, and by then he'd head back to record all the things he'd been busy writing, both musically and lyrically.

You tried not to think about the end of summer, as you came closer, Harry visible from the beach, camped out in a towel with an assortment of things.

He waves you over and you comply without much thought. It's harry.

“It's good to see you,” he says as you come out of the water, dripping wet and already drying off because of the beating sun high overhead, walking over towards his splayed out blanket.

Harry's sitting cross legged on it, guitar in his arms and notebooks by his side, along with a plate full of fruit and cheese and crackers.

“Hope I'm not interrupting,” you state, settling down next across from him, careful not to wet any paper.

“Oh you could never,” he states with a soft smile. “I was getting worried you'd finally turned into a mermaid and swam off on me.”

“Even if I was a mermaid I wouldn't swim off on you,” you joke back. “how's the writing going?”

“Well i've got a lot of solid ideas and I'll have to see how it all sounds in studio, move things around play with what I've got but so far it's all coming together pretty well.”

“That's great,” you tell him, smiling as you take him in, soft brown hair and lips pulled into a smile as he gazes back at you.

Harry begins to strum the guitar, melody instantly recognizable and your thrown back to being in school, “I’m gonna soak up the sun,” he croons and you can't help but giggle at his antics, too adorable not to laugh with. “Gonna tell everyone, to lighten up.”

“God that songs still goes,” you giggle. “Makes me feel old though.”

Harry snorts, eyes narrowing at you comically, “oh wow twenty something, super old.”

“Shut up,” you teases, beaming at him, arms hugging your legs to your chest, “I'm super old. A little old lady who lives alone with her twelve cats.”

He shakes his head laughing. “Do you want any fruit? I've got water too if you're feeling thirsty,” motioning to a steel canteen.

You shake your head, “won't be able to swim even if I really want to steal a mango from you.”

“You could just stay here,” he says, his gaze heavy on you, “hang out for a bit. Have all the mangos in the world?”

It's too tempting to pass up.

“Well how could I say no to an offer like that?”

*

It's dark by the time you find time to make it down to Harry's house, armed with some cherry pie you'd nabbed before leaving them all to dinner, begging off as Juliana and her grandmother took turns teasing and telling you you should eat at least a plateful of food before leaving.

Even at night the airs still warm, thick with the smell of saltwater you love so much.

“Would you like some pie off a poor little old lady,” you tease him, unable to keep a smile off your lips at the sight of Harry in an old the dye t shirt and black shorts.

“As long as it isn't apple,” he says, leading the way in. “Hope you like pasta.”

It's a beautiful house, covered in the iconic greek white and blue, with an open air kitchen slash alcove that's perfect for nights like these.

“Who doesn't like pasta? It's just bread and cheese if you think about it.” Any combination of bread and cheese was good in your book.

He snorts, “did you really bake me a pie?” Looking way too snug for your liking.

“Nope,” you respond, popping the p, “juliana got the cherries and bullied her brother into helping her make pie.”

“That's just what sisters are like,” he says sagely.

You snort, sitting down and watching as he pours you both a glass of red wine to go along with your pasta and pie.

Conversation is always easy with him. Ranging from bands you both like because who doesn't like the beatles and abba and kendrick lamar. To school which you groan about even though it's nearly over and you do like it, like spending time with your friends, sneaking food into the library.

“That's terrible,” Harry remarks at that.

“Shut up,” you utter, burning red, as you sip at the wine.

Mostly you have to admit you like learning even when it's finals and you want to die and you've slept less than four hours most nights, you wouldn't have it any other way.

“There's something romantic about the whole uni experience,” Harry says, a thread of longing clear in his voice.

You smile at him, “it's all fun and games until my prof from calc reads right out of the book for two hours and i want to stab myself.”

That earns you a loud laugh, Harry's shoulders shaking, “I think I could be a calc professor.”

You wrinkle your nose, “maths gross.”

“wow,” he says, smiling softly over at you, pie abandoned in favor of gazing way to earnestly into your eyes and you feel a shiver run down your spine. “You're way too fucking cute.” It's much too serious a statement and you can't help the giggle that escapes from your lips.

“Shut up Harold!”

“You are,” he responds calmly.

Your cheeks are burning and you can't stop looking into his mossy green eyes, his hair a mess he probably hadn't fixed since he woke up and yet somehow he pulled it off. It was a mix of confidence and natural good looks and the easy nature like that of an excitable puppy.

“Can I kiss you,” he utters softly.

And because you've thought about it before, gazing at him, at his well formed mouth as he talking about anything and everything, face all lit up and focused on you, you nod.

His lips are soft and plush against yours and there's no hesitation, his hand cupping up to cup your cheek, tilting your head towards him, your own eyes fluttering shut.

Kissing him back as eagerly as he kissed you, want thick and throbbing like a live wire inside you.

Your hands coming up to intertwine behind his neck. Harry pulls at your bottom lip, between his teeth, and you part your lips to him.

Letting him in, tongue warm and wet against yours.

His arm pulls you closer to him, everything but each other forgotten, skin heating up with every touch, with every movement, his body hot and solid against yours driving you wild with desire.

You’re practically in his lap as Harry pulls away from your mouth, placing a kiss on the corner of your lips, pulling back and looking down at you, his gaze as heavy and hot as you feel and it's impossible but it makes you want him more, like you've never wanted anyone.

“Do,” he utters, voice strained, “do you want to-”

You nod eagerly and then giggle at yourself, feeling dizzy with want, Harry's body against you driving you wild, knocking you off kilter in a delicious way and you want him. “Yeah, yes all of it.”

He snorts, the warmth of his hand leaving you cheek, taking you into his arms and now you're really straddling him, you legs around his waist and you trust that he won't let you fall as he carries you into the house.

Your hand cups one of his well defined cheekbones and then you're pressing your lips to his, hungrily. Your other hand in his soft hair, as you stumble against the couch, settling down and his body pressing down eagerly against yours, trapping you against the couch.

One of his hands slipping under your shirt, his touch setting you aflame.

You lose yourself in the moment and forget about how short summers are.

*

epilogue

It's only your second week back and you're already slammed with school work, studying on a saturday night when you could be at a house party, or better yet, sleeping.

The only thing that's keeping you going is the thought of a call from your boyfriend in an hour when the time differences between you and him comply.

Just have to get through another half hour of math and graphs and the reading you just know you'll give up on in another week. Textbooks were horrible things to read and they rarely helped.

Confused you further more often than not.

Your phone vibrates and without looking you know who it is. No one calls anymore and you're expecting it, expecting him.

“Hey,” you utter, “ good morning.” You can't see it, but you can already see his sleepy smile, his hand coming up to rub his eyes before shaking off sleep without the air of coffee you couldn't do without.

“I'd say good morning but that'd hardly be right,” harry says, “or it could be a good morning in advance.”

“In advance,” you giggle quietly, glad the library's practically empty by now, “I like that.”

“What're you doing?”

“Studying, well, finishing studying,” you tell him because there's only so much you can study before your brain fries, “sexy I know.”

He snorts from across the pond, “I don't know about that, librarians can be pretty sexy.”

“Oh my god harold,” you yelp, unable to help yourself, groaning and laughing and wishing he was here.

“What love,” he responds, “I can't help it when it comes to you!”

“i'm going to pack up and go before I get kicked out because of you.”

“me! What did i do,” Harry protests.

You snort and smile to yourself, crazy in love with Harry

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21 Things To Do in Dallas This Week

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Wednesday

Need a ladies night? Or a men’s night? Or just a night to get totally wasted and scream and holler when you see men taking off their clothes? Chippendales is coming to town just in time for bachelorette party season. Or a way to unwind after the stress of the holidays? Or it’s cold outside and you miss the sight of shirtless men? Whatever floats your boat or makes you hoot and holler, see it all (well, mostly all) at 8 p.m. Wednesday at House of Blues, 2200 N. Lamar St. Tickets start at $25 at livenation.com. Paige Skinner

Thursday

Rover Dramawerks picked Muriel Resnik’s Any Wednesday for its 19th season opener, which you can catch at 8 p.m. Thursday and Friday, and at 3 p.m. and 8 p.m. Saturday at 221 W. Parker Road, Suite 580, Plano. Playgoers 55 years ago (any readers still around?) may remember the play on Broadway with Sandy Dennis and Gene Hackman. Jane Fonda starred in the movie. Familiar plot: Married business tycoon visits mistress in office-paid-for apartment every Wednesday. Complications ensue when client and tycoon’s wife mistakenly get sent to the apartment. Carol M. Rice directs Mark Massey, Jade Reyes, Eddy Herring and Lucia Welch. For info and tickets, roverdramawerks.com or 972-849-0358. Thursday and matinee tickets are $18; others are $24; teacher/student/senior, $20. Reba Liner

It’s been about eight months or so since Justin Timberlake appeared in town, gracing the same American Airlines Center stage that he will again command Thursday night. Such is the magnitude of his star power. After all, there are very few artists who could return to the same scope and size of venue in such a short time. On that last appearance, JT took the sold-out crowd on a journey through his vast solo catalog of hits, enthralling the audience with his slinky dance moves, buttery smooth falsettos and charmingly, magnetic charisma. His shows also skew heavily toward the mom demographic. Much chardonnay will be sold and much is likely to be spilled as the gaggle of 30- and 40-something ladies will undoubtedly raise their glasses high in the air as they swoon and sway to his every move and note. If you’re there, feel free to join in. If you’re not in attendance, your social media feeds will keep you updated minute by minute. 8 p.m. Thursday, American Airlines Center, 2500 Victory Ave., $49 and up at ticketmaster.com. Jeff Strowe

Toro y Moi, along with Neon Indian and Washed Out, was a forerunner of the chill wave movement about a decade ago. But, like many in the scene at that time, he’s moved on from the sound, as is evident in his new album, this year’s Outer Peace. One critic described the album as "new disco," while others label it as a funk album rooted in the present. 7 p.m. Thursday, Granada Theater, 3524 Greenville Ave., sold out. Diamond Victoria

Friday

Ella is a girl with a dopey fairy godmother who “blesses” Ella with obedience, which means whatever anyone tells her to do, she does. Even worse, she ends up with a stepmother and stepsisters who know about her quirk and are happy to take advantage. Throw in a handsome prince and adventures with ogres and magic, and you have a twisty retelling of Cinderella. See a song-filled version of Gail Carson Levine’s Newbery-honored fractured fairy tale as the Dallas Children’s Theater stages Ella Enchanted: The Musical at 5938 Skillman St. Friday’s performance is at 7:30 p.m., and the show runs through Feb. 24. Tickets, $15-40, can be found at dct.org. Patrick Williams

Did you know that comedian Iliza Shlesinger got her start here in Dallas? You didn’t? How dare you call yourself a resident! Shlesinger was born in New York, but she grew up in Dallas and took her first steps onstage as an improv comedian before heading off to college and a lucrative stand-up comedy career. She returns to her homeland for a show at The Majestic Theatre, 1925 Elm St., at 7 p.m. Friday. Shlesinger cut her teeth in stand-up at The Hollywood Improv and quickly caught on with her unique take and skill. She found fame as the first female comedian to win the NBC reality competition Last Comic Standing and began regularly touring theaters across the country and the world. Tickets are between $32 and $209 depending on available seating and can be purchased at theatredallas.com. Danny Gallagher

There is a story behind Amaluna, the Cirque du Soleil show making a stop at Lone Star Park in Grand Prairie, 1000 Lone Star Parkway. Here goes: Queen Prospera rules over a magical island populated by all women until a group of men wash ashore shipwrecked. Her daughter … OK, look. It’s Cirque du Soleil. You know, lots of brightly colored leotards and amazing acrobats dangling from straps above the audience, flying through the air launched from seesaws to the sound of mildly weird new-agey music. There are two shows Friday, at 4:30 and 8 p.m. Adult ticket prices start at $63, with discounts for children, and an assortment of special packages are available at cirquedusoleil.com. The circus continues with shows until March 3. Patrick Williams

As do many institutions at their silver anniversary, sports-talk station KTCK-AM 1310 and 96.7 FM “The Ticket” is getting nostalgic for the 25th iteration of its signature P1 fan festival. Along with celebrity guests Troy Aikman, Jay Novacek and Daryl “Razor” Reaugh, Ticketstock 25 has a Ticket Time Tunnel, where Tier One hosts discuss the history of the station in panel discussions, and there’s an interactive Ticket Hall of Fame with memorabilia, audio, Marconi Awards and retro Ticket merch. As usual, the Timewasters will perform Saturday at 6 p.m., this year from a greatest-hits set list, with Fox 4 sports anchor Mike Doocy — the ultimate good sport and straight guy during his frequent guest-hosting appearances — as emcee. Ticketstock 25 is Friday and Saturday at the Plano Event Center, 2000 E. Spring Creek Parkway. Doors open at noon both days and admission is free. Visit theticket.com for the full schedule of on-air roundtables and gotta-be-there-to-hear-’em Ticket Time Tunnel panels. Jesse Hughey

In the sage words of the world’s pre-eminent British girl band: spice up your life. Winter doldrums be damned, things are getting hot at ZestFest Jan. 25-27 at the Irving Convention Center, 500 W. Las Colinas Blvd. This three-day celebration of all things bold and piquant is packed with cooking demonstrations; celebrity chefs like Jon Bonnell, Eddie Deen and MasterChef champ Shaun O’Neale; gourmet vendors to help you level up in your own kitchen; live music; plus food samples and beer tastings aplenty. For those of us with stomachs of steel and something to prove, there’s a jalapeño-eating challenge and the annual “Atomic Wing” contest. Pack your antacid and plan a full day on Friday from 1 to 6 p.m., Saturday from 10 a.m. until 6 p.m., and Sunday from 10 a.m. until 5 p.m. Admission is $15 at the door, though kids 10 and under get in free. For more info, check out zestfest.net. Jennifer Davis-Lamm

Creator and headliner of last year’s inaugural I Am Dallas Hip Hop event, Mozez Tha Great performs his long-awaited EP Undefined in its entirety as part of a stacked bill at The Prophet Bar on Friday night. Mozez has gone through his fair share of setbacks over the years regarding his music career. A few years ago, Undefined was ready for release, but when an engineer who was commissioned to mix and master the album took off with Mozez’s money, its completion got delayed. Catch Mozez along with several other of Dallas’ best up-and-coming hip-hop artists. With Lou Charle$, Mokah Soulfly, Smoothvega, Drama Tha King and Raw Elementz, 8:30 p.m. Friday, The Prophet Bar, 2548 Elm St., $10. Diamond Victoria

Thursday is on a small run of dates where they play two of their classic LPs, Full Collapse and War All the Time, front to back. Though they have a rather extensive back catalog, these are the two records that changed their fortunes and gained a huge audience. The first night — Friday night — is devoted to Full Collapse, the record that broke the band out of the New Jersey scene and into the national spotlight. The next night is devoted to War All the Time, the major-label debut that brought the band to larger acclaim. Normally shows like these happen in New York, LA or Chicago, so Dallas is very lucky to have these dates. Thursday is not really an active band as compared with the 2000s, so you should strongly consider going if you’ve never seen this powerful and legendary band before. 8:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday, Jan. 25-26 at Trees, 2709 Elm St., $29-$36 at ticketfly.com. Eric Grubbs

Saturday

Sport is “an activity involving physical exertion and skill in which an individual or team competes against another or others for entertainment,” according to the Google search we just did. By that definition, cheerleading is 100 percent, no doubt in anyone’s mind, a sport. Backflips are physical. Somersaults must be learned and perfected. And competitive cheerleaders, well, compete. See them do that Saturday and Sunday, Jan. 26-27 at Kay Bailey Hutchison Convention Center Dallas, 650 S. Griffin St at National Cheerleaders Association National Championships. Tickets start at $20 at eventbrite.com. Paige Skinner

Finnish vocal ensemble Rajaton joins the Dallas Symphony Orchestra to celebrate the music of megastar pop group Abba, who are enjoying a much deserved critical reconsideration. Expect orchestral renditions that shine new light on the Swedish artists’ soaring, emotionally raw classics, including “Mamma Mia,” “Waterloo,” “Dancing Queen” and more. There are three performances: at 7:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday, Jan. 25-26, and 2:30 p.m. Sunday, Jan. 27. All performances take place at the Meyerson, 2301 Flora St. Tickets start at $20. More info at mydso.com. Jonathan Patrick

The Boy Who Would Be Captain Hook is a funny and moving play about a boy who was born without a right hand. When doctors fitted him with a prosthetic hook, he was sidelined at recess until the other kids asked to play Peter Pan with him. Of course, he played Captain Hook — until he grew tired of it. The Boy Who Would Be Captain Hook takes a look at David Harrell’s childhood living with a disability as he tells the story of how he wished to change his own narrative and not be just the boy with a hook. The play is at 3 p.m. Saturday at Charles W. Eisemann Center, 2351 Performance Drive, Richardson. Visit eisemanncenter.com for more information and tickets ($25). Paige Skinner

KNON is the nonprofit, listener-supported community radio station that has been showcasing the blues in DFW for 20 years. From the up-and-coming, 11-year-old Jack Barksdale to headliners like the award-winning blues elders in Gregg A. Smith and the Blues Revue Band, the 20th annual KNON Blues Festival will be two days packed with Texas talent. Before hosting festivals, KNON released compilations of blues music from all over DFW. The radio station has brought blues a long way over the years and shows no sign of stopping. The festival will be held at Poor David’s Pub, where blues has been put on display in Dallas for over 40 years. Keeping up with what is seemingly a festival tradition, Dickey’s Barbecue will be available for $10 a plate. 3 p.m. Saturday and Sunday, Jan. 26-27 at Poor David’s Pub, 1313 Lamar St., $20-$150 at eventbrite.com. Jacob Vaughn

Blake Ward is one of the busiest DJs in Dallas, with four different weekly events and recently having taken up the management of his new Four Four Booking agency. He has a long-standing Saturday night Glamorama gig at Beauty Bar. As far as promotion goes, Ward is relentless, a perfect example of how to connect, inform and grow a DJ audience. 9 p.m. Saturday, Beauty Bar, 1924 N. Henderson Ave., free. Wanz Dover

Sunday

International Holocaust Remembrance Day marks the anniversary of the liberation of the Nazi extermination camp at Auschwitz-Birkenau. Name doesn’t ring a bell? Then mark the day with a visit to the Dallas Holocaust Museum and Center for Education and Tolerance, 211 N. Record St., Suite 100. Remember, those who forget the past are … well, just doomed. The museum is open 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. Sunday, and admission is $10 for adults, with discounts for kids and seniors. Find more information at dallasholocaustmuseum.org. Patrick Williams

Monday

Who doesn’t love The Bachelor? You? OK, no one asked you. Jeez. Well somebody loves it, because the entire franchise has spanned more than 40 seasons and people keep watching. This season, four Dallas women are vying for virgin Colton Underwood’s love and cherry as America watches. If you don’t have anyone to watch it and cringe over it with, then head to Steam Theory Brewing Co., 340 Singleton Blvd., Suite 100, at 7 p.m. Monday, Jan. 28, to bond with fellow Bachelor lovers at the Bachelor Nation Watching Party. Visit steamtheorybrewing.com for more information. Paige Skinner

Tuesday

Namo in West Village, 3699 McKinney Ave., is hosting a sake-tasting class from 6:30 p.m. until 8:30 p.m. Tuesday. Those attending will get six hand rolls matched with sakes from TYKU Sake, whose reps will be on hand to tell you what to look for in the traditional Japanese wine made from rice, water, yeast and koji (a kind of mold used in Japanese cuisine). Tickets are $50 at eventbrite.com. Patrick Williams

Wednesday

The Disney empire is a vast, all-encompassing thing. They’re the masters of the Ice Capades, one of the biggest names in Broadway and have a virtual lock on the kids pajama market. Now, their reach expands to the world of a cappella singing. Yep, the domain once reserved for Ivy League a-holes in striped jackets is now replete with mouse ears: meet DCappella, Disney Music’s a cappella super group. Assembled by Deke Sharon, who’s like the Lou Pearlman of the a cappella world, these seven men and women don’t need backing instruments. It’s just their sweet, sweet voices and sculpted eyebrows up onstage, belting out all your favorite Disney tunes at Verizon Theatre at Grand Prairie, 1001 Performance Place, at 7 p.m. Wednesday, Jan. 30. Tickets to see the Disney-fied vocal acrobatics are $19.50 to $54.50 at axs.com. Jennifer Davis-Lamm

In Incognito, playwright Nick Payne tells three different stories to better explore the human mind. One is about Thomas Stoltz Harvey stealing the recently dead Albert Einstein’s brain. The other is about a man named Harvey undergoing brain surgery, and the third is about Martha, a clinical neuropsychologist making some changes in her life after her marriage falls apart. See the play Jan. 30 through Feb. 23 at Bryant Hall, 3636 Turtle Creek Blvd. Tickets start $25 at secondthoughttheatre.com. Showtime is 7:30 p.m. Wednesday. Paige Skinner

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Years Gone:

Written: Tuesday-September-9-2008-8:05.P.M.

Years Gone:

Can we all just get along? True enough, I think I had enough!

Living life just like a song, True enough, I think I had enough!

Doing right when it feels oh so wrong, True enough. I think I had enough.

Can we all just get along? True enough, I think I had enough!

Can we all just get along? True enough, The world is looking at us, Like who is us? What is love? But like beating a dead horse.

No remorse, Or no sorrow. For a lost cause, A lost boy, Lost in the sauce.

And years gone.

The world is our song, Who is love? I think that I just want a hug.

True enough,

Pack your bags. Get your stuff. Because your making me sick. Who is love? When is enough? What is love? When is love? True enough?

Our stuff, Back stage passes. What is love? To what is love? To what do I owe this demeanor from heaven above. Heaven sent like a dove. Holy spirit, Holy one. Holy love, Undercover. Holy one. What is love? Who is us? Like who is us. Holy one,?

Is you true enough?

Let’s make love in here, Dutyed up. HaHaHa LOL What is enough? When is enough? Purified in my lies, Purified in my mind. Like neighbors in love.

Spit it like who is us, It’s hot in here. So go get a cup. And make some tea.

For the years gone.

You see the spirit be watching, Policeing and copping. His watch he be watching, Synchronizing, perfect timing. If time is eternal? He gonna be rocking. Ain’t no time to be stopping, The blocks he be watching. Evergreen everglades, Of greys blues and color hues. Of a muse, So shrewd and confused. Like an apple that fell far from a tree, And stepped on you.

Like the years gone.

Spiritual hymnal, Lyrical copping.

I think they’ll remember me, I’m a renegade in the shade, forget the sage, I’m an archangelic being living free and happily, like a renegade. Under the shade. Where they’re throwing shade. I am me.

Under the shade, Is the trees, Playing spades. So free and happily.

I think they’ll remember me, The year of december. I think they’ll remember me, But I don’t remember. I think they’ll remember me, In this song. I think they’ll remember me, But I won’t remember,

The years gone.

By: DJ OJEB

New Chambers:

So this is how we gonna do, Speaking youngin for the crew. Wheres the sour brew? Chewing on my phone like a pendant indented pen pencil. What to do? Woe is you. Woe is me, Woe to you. Nothing new,

In these new chambers.

Nature calling through and through. Eternal, Timeless. Like a muse. Nothing new,

In these new chambers.

I’m lucky like a four leaf clover, I’m hot like a toaster. You can get the right and left, boulder, and bold, boldest, hottest and coldest icy hot cold shoulder, Amusement poster. Amused like a fuse, On a four leaf clover.

I’m lucky like a four leaf clover, Never sober. I’m getting older. Like your mamma always told ya. Looking at the man in the mirror, And he’s sober. Seldom getting older. Giving everybody the cold shoulder, And seldom getting older, Like everybody done grown older. Like everybody told ya , Wheres the remote ya? Turn the tv on and there’s a boat in the lake, And a baby momma with a stroller.

In these new chambers.

By: DJ OJEB

I Am Me:

Early morn, While the world is gone. I shine through, The amazing evergreen everglades, Of blues and rainbows hued.

Cued to the sound of the blues in my ears, Rescued from death, And seth he is here.

Step dads on rollies, With rollies they appear. The aliens in the sky, Of grandma’s years.

Polos and holes like three feet deep, Singing la la la la la. In the neck of the streets.

In the neck of the woods. In the jungle, I am here with a message for you my dear. Singing la la la la la. I am here, And I am me.

With tears in my eyes, Of a leer. A deer caught in the head lights, Blood all smeared. I’m in heaven again my friend, But your not here. Your not with me, Because I don’t see you here. But still I remain sucker free, Because still I am me.

I am you, As I look in at the man in the mirror. And stare right at you, And clearly see right through you. Colored in paint from the vestibule. A shitty logo on your forehead, No polos or truies. No true religion!.

But only me. Only love, Because I am three. I am me, I am you. I am me, Only lyrical genius that got you in these streets. Feeling the beat. Moving to the music. I hear that fire with that heat.

The fire. My desire is for you to move in with me, And love me for me. Because I want someone to love me for who I am. But your a sucker, And I am me.

Living so free and happily.

There’s a man in the land, Won’t you move in with me? Shoot me down, To the ground. And groove to the beat. Go pound for pound, Round for round. And move from your seat. Don’t make a sound, When I come around in the throwaround. Shoot em up at dawn. Dusty fields, Tumbleweeds. Tumbling with their knees to the ground.

Have no fear, Rescued from death as he appeared.

In the early mourn. Holes in the ground like three feet deep, Kneeled to the ground with the sheep. Like a sheep to the slaughter, That can’t make a sound or a peep.

In the neck of the woods, There’s no country for old men.

I am here with a message straight outta brooklyn for you my dear and my dearest friend, In the leer, a glare, a soft spoken, out spoken word, poetically inclined to the ear of a nerd, but a word that he never knew he would share or say or dare, A deer caught in the headlights for a dare, For a man to pretend that his dividends had no ends without a care for despair again.

Couldn’t spare. Couldn’t share. Couldn’t stare, Didn’t care if he died. By the electric chair. Blood all withheld, And glaringly sneered. With blood all smeared. In the windshield of a car in the now and here

Here and now, In the moment. Only love, In these streets.

Why you lie? I realize whats on my mind. Held deep inside, Is the lies you told me all this time. But still I shine.

I grind, I live. With you in mind. All the time, At times. It’s for you, I rhyme. But.

May I remind you. Your a vestibule, A shitty logo on the foreheads of lost dogs rescued.

Fifty eleven times. Why you in the streets? You a dime! On my mind. I recline in the electric chair, With you in mind. Hug you and hold you from behind, As I resign from my job with money in my hand and with you alone in mind. I shine, With the times. And the lines in my rhymes, Seek you out and hug and hold you from behind. And think about the times where I killed and I murdered you for a nickel and a dime.

For a dollar that the man gave me to push your wig back for a truth or dare and a dare or a truth. I bid you adieu. Words to the wise, The men in blue. But you are you, And I am me.

By: DJ OJEB

Let Me Hear It:

Never seen another one, Living it in the spirit. Feel it till you hear it, Dance in the spirit. Words is slurred, Fly like a bird. Cause my words is slurred, You heard. I’m a spirit.

Let me hear it, Let me hear it.

By: DJ OJEB