#and then someone throws a club into the pond

[smol-stardust]

character b is a dad

character c has daddy issues

b: i just wanted to say how damn proud i am of you

c: *sniff sniff. sobs violently*

Agshdjsk, realllllll.

Do they also go on trips together ?

[thedivineart]

Confirmation Signs To Determine Your Future Spouse

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one

wishing well, a fountain, throwing coin and wishing in fountain, unexpected meeting, receiving the most special gift from someone, a lost purse/wallet, climbing alone in mountain to reduce stress/ hangout, being alone without feeling lonely, a dog coming towards you, small home in forest, cross roads, being happy in other people relationship, going to building/institutions to fix legal documents, a friends to lovers trope, visioning your past life, a gallantry from someone, aiming financial achievement, lucky money wins, a nest eggs, flames, mutual feelings with someone, being flirt, co-worker, a new friend, ships, a little home/cottage, new house/places, moving to a new place, soulmate connection, meeting perfect person/ ideal lover, seeing lots of abiding love, wedding, wedding rings, hurt/painful feeling, hospital/doctor, unrequited love

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two

changing location whether it is for work or residency, when you heal from the past, starting a new, stork, a invitation for a event, gifts ( receive or give ), helpful advice from someone, receiving lots of good news, a clock/time, your hate and fear towards someone, a handshake, a journey ( travel ), birds, sharing ( partnership), food, restaurant/ fast-food places, notice of correspondence from important bills, writer/ journalist, financial loans/help, being at your lowest point such as feeling trapped/tired/staying at home/unhealthy situation, a friend betrayal, older than you, foreign, lawyer/authority, being attack, an enemy, invitation in weddings or engagements, church, cemetery, thinking negative/ having negative thoughts, a large body of water such as beaches, pools, fountains etc, night, cold weather/winter, locks, fishes, physical union with someone, a mending of broken friendship/ex love, party, clubs

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three

younger, foreign / leader, bad girl & boy image/personality, unexpected kiss, feeling lonely, a new lover/person, family oriented, lady and moody, soulmates connection, unexpected friendship with someone, horse/sagittarius, a good news coming, an artist/poet, student of arts, athletic body or an athlete, lack of focus in commitment, receive or give gifts, fountains, generous, wears uniform that symbolize their position at work, a friend, co-worker, a peer, taking time to heal the wounds of the past, in park, in forest, walking around and meeting someone new, having time alone, wandering in woods, in the big trees, travel, achievement, lucky breaks, successful moving up ( at work or something), the space, distance, someone is far away, delay, receiving love letters and bouquet of flowers, country side, simple life, money surrounds them, professional person, workaholic and less focus on love, a bank; good at handling finances, provides good advice in finance, a happy family, fire/burning, summer, evening, warm weather country, good judgement, social

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four

authority, can be foreign, arrogant, weddings, older, negative emotions, large body of water such as beaches, pool, fountains, lake, pond etc, night, cold weather/winter, a dog, a friend, a church, a purse, money, financially stable/ wealthy, office, jewelry box, a social butterfly, enjoy clubs and socializing, likes to be busy and active, wine, travel, trips via water, clouds, heavy rains, good partner, sensual, good at financial advice, an expensive wedding of a friend, children, financially secure, fixing cars, lily, workaholic, trying their best at difficult situation, lion, a Leo sign, quite, electric, jealous and possessive, like to give great advice, streets of gold

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[wisteria-cherry]

in which the marauders don't take kindly to you being asked out and no one tells you anything

you were not unattractive, you knew that much, but there was a very specific reason as to why you so often found yourself single: the marauders. the first time you found out about this was under rather unfortunate circumstances.

"would you fancy a date?" a sweet hufflepuff boy named adrian, who was a reluctant member of the slug club and quite enjoyed muggle photography, had asked you on a date. he was cute enough, and he seemed nice enough, so you had no reason to say no; you'd love the chance to get to know him better.

"why not?" you remember smiling back at him. "let's talk about a time and place later."

however, when later approached, you got a response that you hadn't expected. adrian was soaked from head to toe, and had a small bit of kelp in his hair.

"i think i ought to call the date off." adrian stated, his demeanor sour.

"how come?" you ask, startled, and you glance him up and down. "what happened?"

"i stepped in a puddle thinking it would hardly get my shoes wet, but it was as deep as a pond!" adrian snapped. "they can keep you! no wonder you're single..." adrian stormed off, leaving you dumbfounded and confused. the confusion, however, lasted only a moment, diminishing upon the realization of just who "they" were.

"you pranked my date?" you demand, nearly tripping into the gryffindor common room. "how could you?" four boys looked up from their respective seats.

"what do you mean?" james grinned boyishly, not bothering to even try to hide his glee.

"i mean my date is soaked from head to toe, with kelp in his hair!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

"it's eelgrass, technically," remus chimed in (insufferably).

"you know what i meant."

"he was just so boring, love!" sirius whined, flopping back on the couch. "you couldn't possibly have thought that a date with him would go well. he's a wet blanket, the prank was fitting."

"i could've found that out for myself, sirius." you snap. "what was going through your head when you decided to sabotage my date? how long has this been going on?" suddenly, everything made sense. the way no one ever seemed to stick around, even when you knew you'd clicked. the boys exchanged looks, before looking back at you and shrugging.

the gall! you thought to yourself.

"we've just got to make sure you're dating someone worthy!" james said finally. "can't have you dating a complete washout, now can we?"

"james," you groan, but you really couldn't argue. you didn't want to date a washout, either, but that didn't justify their means.

"you dodged a bullet with adrian." remus slid a bookmark in his book, shutting it quietly. "he can hardly take a joke, either, pranks aside."

"i can't believe you're on their side." you exhale. "well, if i can't date who i'd like, who can i date?"

"you can date sirius!" james said loudly, and grinned widely, a gesture that soon spread to sirius as well.

"oh, shut up." you snort.

"i'll have lily, and you'll have sirius, it'll be perfect!" james insisted.

"what about remus and peter?" you raise an eyebrow.

“peter hasn’t got the guts to ask a girl out, and the way moony’s going, doing nothing but studying, he’ll be a bachelor forever.” james sent a pointed look at the two of them.

“i do too!” peter insisted. sirius snickered. “in fact, there’s a girl i’m seeing right now!” sirius’ snicker turned to choking.

“you? who on earth is seeing you?” sirius demanded.

“you’ve got a girl, peter?” you ask, startled by the sudden news. he’d never brought up a girl before.

“a very nice hufflepuff named olivia.” peter beamed smugly.

“a hufflepuff.” james groaned.

“that explains it.” sirius rolled his eyes.

“she’s quite nice!” peter said.

“at least he’s got a girl.” remus rolled his eyes at james and sirius. “you lot haven’t been able to convince the people you fancy to go on a date, and it’s been much longer that it has for peter.”

“yeah, at least i’ve got a girl!” peter gloated.

“listen, it’s only a matter of time before lily realizes she likes me.” james insisted.

“sirius, you fancy someone?” you look over to the gray-eyed boy. “who?”

“it’s a secret, love.” sirius grinned boyishly. “no girls allowed.”

“no fair!” you protest indignantly. “sirius, i want to know too! i deserve to know! i can help!”

“i don’t need help, i quite know what i’m doing.” sirius said calmly, nearly infuriating you more. james snickered.

“yeah, she’s practically swooning over him every time he speaks to her,” james teases.

“she does? but i thought—“

“not now, wormtail,” james interrupted. “she can’t know, it’ll ruin the fun.”

“remus!” you turned to your friend for support, but remus glanced at sirius (who, behind your back, was shaking his head ‘no’ madly) before shaking his head sympathetically.

“sorry. afraid i can’t.”

“you lot are the worst, no wonder peter’s the only one with a lady.” you groan, immediately causing an uproar from james and sirius.

“alright, now—“

“hey!”

hopeless.

[yuurei20]

Ruggie Info Compilation Part 3: Ruggie and Leona pt1

Ruggie explains that the only “education” he received prior to NRC was in “practical life skills” and he struggled in his classes until Leona started providing him with reference books, old exams and advice.

Ruggie says that his grades are now a solid “middling” and it is “a pretty huge deal” for someone to work their way up from the bottom to “somewhere just below the middle”, and “the moral of this story is to stick close to the biggest fish in the pond, and figure out how to make it benefit ya personally”.

Leona says that while Ruggie is nimble, a smooth talker, cautious and can handle anything by himself, his problem is he is “practically programmed to think like an underdog lackey”, and needs to approach his problems from a pack leader’s perspective.

We see Ruggie take this advice in his dorm vignette where he employs Lucius to handle a problem on his behalf.

This comes up again in Vargas Camp, where Ruggie’s initial reaction to the Vargas Monster is for everyone to split up and run in different directions as his top priority is survival. When Sebek and Jack refuse, Ruggie's next plan incorporates everyone’s skills and ultimately saves their clubs from being disbanded.

It seems, however, that Ruggie had leadership experience even before enrolling at NRC: In a Halloween vignette he explains that since the kids in his neighborhood never had a chance to eat something as lavish as candy outside of Halloween, they turned it into a "24-hour endurance event", refusing to leave until they were given candy when trick-or-treating.

Ruggie says that he would "gather up a group of neighborhood kids and send 'em out to patrol every area of town. I'd also rotate kids through the same houses, because each new face meant more candy." He explains that the leader of the neighborhood watch caught onto them shut down all trick-or-treating and he got into the most trouble, as the ringleader.

Ruggie is in something of an assistant’s role to Leona, reminding him to attend classes and meetings.

Leona himself says that there are classes he cannot skip because Ruggie will not let him, and if the player needs help from him they need to go to Ruggie first, who will pass on the message to him if Ruggie decides it is actually necessary to do so.

Ruggie says that their relationship is “give-and-take” as Leona runs him ragged, but does reward him for his efforts.

Different errands we see Ruggie perform for Leona include dry cleaning (where Leona pays for Ruggie’s cleaning as well), waiting in line at the school store (where Leona gives Ruggie permission to buy whatever he wants with Leona’s money) and cooking (where Ruggie’s NA lines were rewritten so that it sounds like he is actively stealing?)

Ruggie says that all he can do is “throw together whatever’s on hand” when it comes to cooking, but “Leona doesn’t care as long as it’s edible”.

(Leona is, however, one of the strictest judges in Culinary Crucible (on par with Vil), grading meals with a 4 that Ruggie grades as 8 and saying that the school cafeteria's steaks are "cheap", so Ruggie's claim that he will eat anything is completely different from what we have seen. This may be insinuating that Leona either just likes Ruggie’s cooking in particular, or at the very least he refuses to complain about it.)

We also see Leona hire Ruggie to gather potential Spelldrive club members in exchange for doughnuts and compensate him in advance for his efforts during Vargas Camp by buying him a new outfit.

[thelampisaflashlight]

The ghouls, but it’s how I think they’d deal with being around my girl Dorothea for an hour. Rated out of 10. Let’s go.

Aether: It goes pretty well overall, but he keeps getting distracted by her side profile, because she looks just a smidge too similar to Copia from that angle. 

Tried to see if she smelled like Copia, too, and got gut punched/10.

Dewdrop: Ya know that meme that goes, “He looks at me, and I look at him, and he looks at me-” yeah. If you put two emotionally stunted individuals in a room together, turns out they have to spend a majority of their time together in silence.

Respectful Nod/10.

Multi/Swiss: To be fair to Swiss, he tries, okay? He really tries to get a handle on Dorothea’s vibe, but he winds up tripping up and embarrassing himself in the process.

Ghouls do experience shame apparently/10.

Rain: It goes about the same as Dorothea’s encounter with Dew, but ends with her throwing koi food into Rain’s mouth at increasingly further distances.

Dumbasses of a feather wind up in the pond together/10.

Mountain: They spend way, WAY too long talking about mushrooms, so long in fact that people have to come get them for dinner.

Dinner is temporary, shroom club is forever/10.

Cumulus: It’s another case of “Am I the weird one here?” but Cumulus manages to get a better idea of Dorothea’s personality than Swiss at least.

“You remind me of someone”/10.

Cirrus: She’s at least 98% certain Dorothea is just some kind of life sized haunted doll by the end of their encounter, and, honestly, what is man if not incredibly cursed?

Flinched when Dorothea blinked/10.

Sunshine: Tries to take Dorothea on a tour of the abbey, gets them both lost, and has to resort to pure intuition to get them back to a main hallway again.

Not all who wander are lost, but maybe stick to the path/10.

Bonus Copia: No amount of hasty internet searches on how to talk to your grown-up twenty-something almost certainly maybe daughter can help him here. 

“So how’s your mother-”/10.

[nicolesainz]

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince (CP 10)

Christian Pulisic x f!reader

Warnings: heavy swearing, angst, violence and fluff

A/N: as if it isn’t already obvious from where i was inspired to write this one shot (the connection between chris and maathp can’t be undone, but im glad)

Summary: you always counted on yourself to defend against the bullies and mean comments on the press, although now things have changed, as he will be the one saving you from running in the dark

“She’s only on the team because of her boyfriend being the captain. Otherwise she’d be in a B category”

“She has two left feet. Can’t even kick a ball properly”

“Poor Christian, hope he finds someone better than her”

“Pulisic being with a girl out of his league? Shameful.”

Usually, one would find me in our room crying my heart out and with my mind racing between ‘Would Chris be better without me?’ and ‘What must I do to improve myself’.

I’ve been receiving this comments ever since mine and Christian’s relationship was announced. We had the support of friends, family and teammates and from a big portion of the fans, but some of them bite back. They don’t like what they see.

Well, they mostly don’t want to see me.

Girls hate the fact that their favorite footballer is taken and boys think I’m privileged enough to be on the Women’s USA team.

I’ve always told Chris to not respond any of these. That they don’t affect me. But they do. They hurt and I am a human, not a fucking robot.

He always wants to reply or post something on his story about defending me and leaving us to our peace, but I tell him to stay back. I don’t want anyone to hate him or have him receive nasty comments. He surely doesn’t deserve this.

We were now at Cobham, while he was training, I was discussing with the team about our next session. I decided to take a break and just scroll through my insta. I recently posted a pic of me and the team, reaching the semi-final at Copa America and once again, they were there

“You did nothing”

“Useless player”

“Only there because of Chris”

“Just leave. We don’t need you”

“Next time, I will break your phone in half and throw it in a pond” I look up to see the constantly kind Mason.

He was the only one who knew about this ugly situation. Mostly because he once caught be crying at their changing room. It was one of my most vulnerable moments. And I was glad to have him there.

“Don’t tell Chris. Please. I am fine. I’ve been used to them”

“But you shouldn’t be. Let him help you. He can shut their mouths. I know you are strong but you shouldn’t have to put up with their bullshit”

Mason sat next to me, not removing his eyes from mine. We had grown very close and was my best friend. He knew that I wasn’t in a position to pressure Chris into doing something that may hurt him publicly.

“Maybe I will just disappear from social media. The fans will still see me at the club’s posts and I won’t bother seeing the comments. Problem solved” I shrugged and put my phone in my pocket.

“You shouldn’t have to limit yourself to please others. You will say, do and post whatever you want. They aren’t in your place to understand the worries and pains of this sport”

He is right. I do agree. But I can’t fight back this time. I fear that no matter what I say, it will come back at me like a boomerang. Fuck!

Before Mason gets on to continue, Christian comes up to us with Ben following him. He looks exhausted but also with a questionable look plastered on his face.

“Why hello, Y/N. What brings you around?” Ben greets me with a hug.

“Here to support the superstar. Plus, I’ll be leaving soon for the international games, so as much time as I spent with him, the better” I smile at my boyfriend who has his arms around my waist, softly kissing my collarbone.

“All the best! Hope the team does well. We have faith in ya!”

“Shall we get going babe?” Chris asked me, looking at the time on his phone.

I simply nodded my head smiling and collectively said goodbye to his two teammates, first to Ben and then Mason.

Once I finally was for the last time in Mason’s embrace he whispered in my ear ‘he loves you more than anything and would fight the world just to see you happy’

I held Christians hand in mine and walked back to his car. The ride despise it being silent, it was comforting as my eyes didn’t remove from his beautiful physique. I loved admiring him.

In Chris, I had found true love and compassion. Feelings I thought didn’t exist, until we met.

When we reached our house, Christian dropped his bag on the floor and immediately spoke up.

“Please talk to me” he sounded like pleading.

“What do you mean?” I knew what he meant. Very well!

“Baby let me help you. Mason has told me about the incident back in the changing rooms.”

“I’m a burden to you Chris. Nothing more. And I hate doing this to me” tears start escaping my eyes.

Christian instantly wrapped me in his arms tightly. “Your name in my mind, has as its synonym the word ‘love’. You could never be a burden. More like my source of happiness”

“People are judging you for being with me and telling you deserve better. Which you do. You’re deserving of the world.”

“But you are my world. I don’t want anything fucking else but you, my dear. Let them judge. They don’t know what a wonderful woman you are!”

“What if we-“

“Don’t you dare fucking finish this sentence. I will never leave you. And neither will you me. I will fight for you. I don’t give a single penny if they start hating on me or talking shit about me. As long as you’re with me, I can handle everything else”

Chris cupped my cheeks, not wanting to remove his hands from any part on my body. I knew that without him, I wouldn't feel safe or loved. It's a feeling that only one person can create. And I am more than thankful to have had this with him.

"I don't want to hurt you, I love you more than anything that I have. I do not wish for people to hate you just because of me. This is unfair."

My eyes are bloodshot red and a soft kiss lands on my lips, as Chris has the urge to prove something to me with that move.

"A kiss, a touch and a hug of yours, are the reasons I breathe. Without you, I would be hurt. Without you life would be meaningless. Football is my career but you are my present and certainly future. I love you, Y/N and I will fight the goddamn world for you. No one else, you hear me?"

"Can you hold me like this forever? From the moment we met, I have never wanted to stay in a place so badly" I cooed softly, hiding my head on his chest.

"Baby, we can stay like this forever. Since that's what we both want, then it stands. And I had no intention of letting you go any time soon. I have planned a lot of things for us"

At moments like these, you know that if the person in front of you, would guard you with his life no matter the case, they are your one true love.

[blcssom]

after what feels like YEARS i've finally finished the muse page built into my theme (u can find a less fun/detailed list of my new muses here too) which means it's time for a STARTER CALL : ' )))

below the cut are my new muses and a lil bit abt them !! like this and i'll throw you a few starters with my new/rebranded babies !! note: i'll likely slide in your dms to ask if there's anyone in particular you're interested in <3

abigail hyland || twenty9 - waitress/folk singer // bisexual // margaret qualley

mean trailer park queen trying to bury her white trash roots and fear of abandonment !!!

catherine meyer || forty3 - interior designer // bisexual // jessica chastain

walking cleanliness complex who holds herself and everyone else around her to impossibly high standards

daphne barlowe || thirty3 - art curator // bisexual // meghann fahy

trust fund baby who resents her upbringing but not enough to stop living off of their money altogether O:)

ines morreno || twenty5 - bottle girl (succubus au) // bisexual // camila morrone

literal demon (if u so choose) who goes through men faster than she goes through singles on a busy night at the club

josie tanaka || twenty7 - vet tech // bisexual // fivel stewart

likes animals more than she likes ANY human but is willing to forego judgement until you share a blunt w/ her and she can suss out the vibe

lydia xiao || twenty5 - classical violinist // bisexual // havana rose liu

sheltered princess strikes out on her own !!! as much as you can when you're auditioning to join the met :' )

maeve willis || twenty8 - assistant choreographer // bisexual // taylor russell

people pleaser w/ the memory of a goldfish !!! REALLY wants to do a good job but REALLY can't say no when someone invites her out either so... c'est la vie

rosie burton || thirty2 - florist (royal au) // bisexual // laura harrier

classic oldest child mother to all but lacking a caretaker herself but that's !! fine !! she's fine !!

sylvie bane || twenty4 - social media influencer // bisexual // lily rose depp

party princess desperate to prove she can make it w/ out daddy's money or a rich s/o (spoiler alert: she can't xx)

taylor corbyn || twenty3 - drummer // homosexual // reneé rapp

GAY and way more confident abt it until she actually has to act !! queen of talking a big game and absolutely blowing it after that

beau crawford || twenty7 - phys ed teacher // bisexual // mason gooding

just a big ole puppy witfh too much energy not even a day of back-to-back p.e. classes can burn it off !! good vibes only except when he doesn't get what he wants :o

dominic hyland || thirty - dj/bartender // bisexual // nicholas galitzine

chasing down his abandonment issues with straight gin and pretending it's fine !!! absolutely not running from his own traumatic past why would u ask that

ezra bhatti || thirty8 - tattoo artist // bisexual // rahul kohli

v chill v calm v antisocial and yet always somehow at the center of all the action !! unbearable know it all that's probably why he just HAD to correct someone

hugo danaher || twenty9 - firefighter // bisexual // paul mescal

reckless physically and emotionally always falling in love and always running into burning buildings w/out thinking twice

jace warren || twenty8 - mechanic // bisexual // nick robinson

basically raised seven siblings in a double wide when his parents bailed and he's TIRED now v responsible but also v apathetic deadly combo

jacob park || thirty3 - newspaper editor // bisexual // charles melton

perfectionist who keeps succeeding but the bar is just getting higher and he's !! nervous !! golden child of his family and they're banking on his success no pressure

miguel avila || forty4 - literary agent (vampire au) // bisexual // oscar isaac

functioning alcoholic who soothes whiny writers all day he's doing GREAT !! failed (in his own mind) writer who's helping others live out their dreams yay

oliver kothari || thirty5 - pediatrician // bisexual // dev patel

came across the pond to escape his mother but she just followed him here so... constantly being the perfect boy but v lonely up on his pedastal

reid whittman || thirty4 - fashion photographer // bisexual // callum turner

party boy photographer living his bachelor dream even tho it isn't !! actually his dream but it's what he's good at so .... luvs being the fun uncle his TRUE calling

thomas thorne || forty2 - novelist (pirate au) // bisexual // michiel huisman

dramatic nervous king prone to rambling on about his ideas but then never actually following thru with them :' )

[alexandersimpleton]

(Tumblr doesn't do italics, I'd recommend reading this on ao3)

He swam forwards aimlessly. His tentacles moved in a repetitive motion, and his stare was blank, far off in the clouds. He wasn't even in the ocean anymore, he vaguely noticed, but he didn't really care. If a human caught him now, than at least he'd be put out of his misery.

The boy caught himself calling them humans in his mind. This only sunk him deeper in his self pity. He wasn't part of some ancient society that humans didn't know about, like in fairy tales. He used to be one of them, a long time ago. The boy hadn't had the chance to keep track of days.

When he had first been cursed, when he was in military school, his child self had been excited. He had swam away from it all, and played with the fish. He had pet a sting ray, played hide-and-seek in the coral (which was helped by his newfound ability to shapshift and colorshift), and taken a nap on the seabed.

But then he woke up the next day. He was hungry. Really hungry. He had actually killed a fish. Now it seemed mundane to the boy. Hunting was just a part of his life. But still, at the time, when he saw how the fish swam away, how the blood clouded the water when he bit into it.. he still shivered a little when he thought about it. And when he had found a shark that tried to eat him, and really realized the situation he was in. He had tried to contact a human for help, but soon realized he couldn't speak. He had gills rather than lungs, after all. The human had mistaken the boy for a siren. The human had tried to kill him, and hang the "siren" up on his wall...

The merperson had tried, over and over, to get someone to help him, but all the humans had done was throw him back into the sea. He had accepted long ago that he was just some creature in the ocean, no different than a shark or a jellyfish, and that the closest thing he'd ever have to a human life ever again was the school uniform that he kept in his cave as it no longer fit him, and the robe had fashioned out of fabric from sunken ships-

The merperson snapped out of his trance as the river emerged into a pond. It wasn't the pond that phased him, though. It was the girl sitting there. She was surrounded by swans. He was about to leave when something hit the water. It was a frog. It has dropped out of the girl's mouth. More of the creatures flowed, the swans greedily gulping them up.

The merperson stared, perplexed, for a moment. What.. just happened? Whatever. It was rude to spy on people.

The boy swam back across the lake, away and away, into the ocean.

But still, he couldn't help coming back the next day. The whole scene had inspired him. You see, one of the things he tried to hold onto from his human life was writing. He had loved reading when he was a kid, but any books from shipwrecks would be ruined by water, so he decided to write all his stories down instead. He etched them down into wood, stone, whatever he could find. Eventually, when he couldn't remember the stories anymore, the boy had started writing his own. He knew it was an empty comfort, but writing reminded him of his intelligence. It made him feel like a human.

But anyways, he needed a lay of the land. He wanted to write a story about a particularly beautiful princess who attracted graceful swans, but she was rotten inside, and the swans were attracted to the toads she spit out with her words. And her younger sister was less beautiful, and attracted ordinary, gross fish, but it was because of the beauty she had inside her heart, and the fish swam to gold that flowed from her lips. It was a classic fairy tale format.

But, halfway into the pond, he realized the girl was back. In panic, he rushed to the edge of the pond and camouflaged himself around a rock.

He stared at the the girl. He didn't know if you could breath heavily with gills, but that seemed to be what was happening right now. She hadn't been looking. The merperson let out a figurative sigh of relief.

Now all he had to do was get himself out of this situation. He just had to find an opportunity.

The merperson, who had been staring at the toad-spitting girl, got his eyes torn away by movement on the bed of the pond. The swans had missed one of the frogs.

He hadn't eaten anything in a while. It looked like a good snack. The boy knew he shouldn't. But, maybe...

The squid changed his coloring to that of the bottom of the pond. He inched closer. And closer. Bit by bit. And while nobody could possibly notice, quietly snatched the amphibian with one of his tentacles and dashed back to the rock, hiding the creature under his tentacles.

As he swam away, having conducted his original plan of running while nobody could see him, he looked at the amphibian. He grabbed it with his tentacle from his hand, and at the thing alive with his beak. As weird as it felt, the boy's human taste buds didn't like frog very much.

But still, maybe he'd come back here tomorrow. There weren't any predators, and his squid half allowed him to be perfectly healthy with just frogs and the occasional fish. The only things to worry about might be the human and the swans.

And so he did come back the next day. When he got an opportunity, he swam and camouflaged himself with a rock closer to the girl. He watched the frogs, and he waited, and when he got the chance he snatched it with one of his tentacles. But this time he was a little braver. He got more frogs, and neither the girl or her pets were any the wiser.

And he was braver the next time too.

He didn't come every day. Somebody would get suspicious if he did. Plus, he would like the monotony of a routine like that even less than now. And it was nice to stimulate his taste buds with fish that he could eat with his human mouth without gagging.

And even he was braver the next.

And the next.

And the next.

Until one of his tentacles got noticed.

The squid saw the girl look. She looked at him as he camouflaged back into the rock. It was too fast for Frederick to stop the action.

But then she looked away. He expected violence. He expected her to scream. He expected a reaction. She just looked. And then she went back to feeding her swans.

The boy just started, baffled. And then he left.

He was hesitant to come back the next day. Would she have someone after him? Would she kill him herself?

He hesitantly looked around the bend in the river. She was looking right at him.

The boy stared at her back, scared.

After a while of their standoff, the swans started to look up, food not falling anymore. The girl looked back down at them, and started talking again. But as she did, she caught one of the frogs in her hand. She tossed it gently. It hit the squid in the face. The girl cringed a little.

He cautiously picked the amphibian up from off the floor. Still eyeing the girl, he swam off with it. Normally he would stay all day, but he had a story to write about a mermaid taming a giant squid.

When Renée finished feeding her swans, she stood up and walked towards the club building. She remember the route by heart by now.

Curtis should be back with those books by now. They were about squids and octopi. She couldn't quite tell which one she needed.

Recently, she had been seeing something other than fish in her pond. There was what looked like a child, but the odd thing was, instead of legs, he had tentacles.

She had been scared at first. She wondered what it was, and what it wanted from her. She quickly realized, however, what he wanted from her was food. She understood. She was a food source that wouldn't try to eat you. Whatever this thing was, he had just gotten lucky.

But regardless, something about him reminded her of a wet cat. A very wet cat. So now Renée was determined to befriend whatever this thing was, and the first step feeding.

As she was about to walk into the building, Curtis stopped her with the books. Renée grabbed them and nodded at Curtis, not being able to reach her notepad because of her book filled hands.

"If I may ask," Curtis told her, while they walked into the building together "why do you need these? it's rather out of the blue."

Renée put the books down on the table.

I've been seeing a merperson in my pond she wrote down.

"A.. merperson? I wasn't aware those existed in real life." Curtis said. He was trying to keep his composure, but he was utterly baffled.

Me neither she responded.

Curtis pondered for a moment.

I only saw him yesterday, but I have no idea how long he's been showing up

I'm pretty sure he wants my frogs she giggled a little as she wrote it down.

Cutis remembered something. "Renée, the ocean is still wildly unexplored, so merpeople could exist, but there is something else..."

Renée looked at Curtis expectantly.

"I'm hoping I'm wrong, but scientists have recently discovered a curse on accident. I won't describe the ritual, but if you take a dead animal and a victim, than you can essentially fuse the victim with it."

Renée startled. This kid.. he looked younger than Renée!

"Of course, I could vary well be wrong. Just make sure to take caution."

Renée nodded as she took her books to study upstairs.

He hadn't come back to the lake that day. He was busy. He was eating a salmon at the moment, thinking about this girl. Why wasn't she doing anything?

Anyone would try to kill him. He was a freak of nature!

The swam to a small rock. On top of it were stones, pieces of wood from shipwrecks, dead pieces of coral, and several other things, all with stories etched into them.

He picked one up from near the top of the pile. It was the first story he ever wrote. It was about a princess. She had long golden hair and eyes the color of grass. But this princess was cursed. Instead of legs, she was cursed with slimy, grotesque tentacles, that wiggled uncomfortably in the water. The curse spread to her skin, making it rugged and covered with white spots like mold on a sandwich.

But still, she meets a prince above land who finds her beautiful. The prince saves her from her horrible life and brings her to his castle. He keeps her in a fish tank, and she feasts on fresh sushi and lives in luxury fir the rest of her life. The boy wrote it to remind himself. Remind itself that he wasn't human. Living in some fish tank for humans to see was the best life it could imagine now.

The merperson felt its eyes start to burn.

It stuck his hand deep in the pile, and fished out something out with the suction cups on its fingers. It was several pieces of coral tied together with string. It had decorated it with seashells and tinier bits of coral. It was colorful, just like the character that used to be painted with his own ink on the front.

The Little Prince.

It clutched onto the "book" and let itself sink to the floor of the cave. It hugged the book, and it cried.

The next day, the thing felt exhausted. It didn't want to hunt today. It didn't want to do anything today.

The thing was hungry though. It needed to eat. It figured the frogs would be easier. And thus, it swam back to the pond, not even realizing it still had its first story in the grip of its tentacle

Renée was thinking the little squid boy would come today either, but then she saw something emerge from the bend in the river. It was a boy with golden hair, and eyes the color of grass. His skin was rough and came up in stiff peaks. It was covered it spots that were white like snow.

The squid didn't bother with the rock this time. He just became the color of sand and lie on the floor. The girl looked at it, concerned.

It looked back at her in a lazy way, its eyes clouded.

One of the swans swam over to it. The squid didn't notice. It did notice, however, when it took the piece of driftwood that it was still unconsciously clutching.

The merperson snapped into alertness. She couldn't read that! It was- she would-

Y'know what? It didn't care anymore. Maybe she should have killed it as soon as she saw it. Than it wouldn't have to do this anymore. To hunt, and to run, and to suffer like this. Wherever it went, the perperson figured he'd have fun petting all the dogs and playing with the cats. Maybe he'd even get his legs back.

It created a cloud of ink that covered half the pond to hide his tears.

Meanwhile, as renée read the story, she started to understand. Curtis was right, wasn't he? This wasn't some weird, magical animal. This was a person. A person who didn't even think he was one.

As the ink cleared, it looked up at the girl. She was looking at him, horrified.

The merperson, for the first time in front of her, let its colors go back to normal. The bottom half was yellow. It was smooth, but a totally different kind of smooth than human skin. Some of this yellow showed up in patches on its upper body. It also had white spots that also showed up on the thing's upper body. It's skin was pale, and it's eyes were green. The thing's hair looked messily cut, and it was extremely tangled.

She stared at it for a moment longer. The merperson looked back up at her.

The girl threw herself in the water and hugged it. The water went up to her shoulders, but she didn't care.

"I.. I'm sorry." She said, not caring about frogs that came out along with the words.

It, in her grasp, started crying too. The squid hugged her back with his arms, and it's tentacles wrapped around her, neither of them caring if his suction cups stuck to her.

When the hug had finally ended, the two sat on the bank. The girl's dress was soaked. She had a note pad out and a pencil.

The two looked at the clipboard, neither knowing what to say.

The sand stuck to them both as the sat.

The girl picked up the note pad first.

So, is it true? Are you really a human?

she passed it to the.. the boy.

The boy looked at it. He solemnly wrote

no

i used to be one

not anymore

His handwriting was messy. He couldn't exactly practice in the middle of the ocean.

The girl passed it back

You seem like a human to me.

He looked at the girl, baffled. He raised his tentacle with his hand.

The girl took the note pad back

What, is Thermidora not a human just because she has lobster claws?

The squid was about to write who is thermidora and why does she have lobster claws but erased it. Instead he wrote

humans have farms

humans have castles

humans go shopping and have weddings and funerals and books and

He noticed a tear in his eye

humans don't have to hunt

humans don't have gills

humans don't have tentacles and slimy skin and spots

animals do

The girl read what Frederick wrote down.

Did you have to do that?

The boy nodded. He kind of just assumed.. guess it wouldn't be so normal for humans. Woops.

Well, you won't have to do it anymore! I'll get Curtis. It seems like you can leave the water for a little bit, we'll figure something out.

The girl tried to get up to get whoever Curtis was, but he grabbed her arm. His suction cups gripped onto her.

Looking up at her, he mouthed 'please don't go'

The girl sat back down. The boy mouthing 'thank you' even if she couldn't see it.

The two sat down for a while. It felt nice just.. having another human there.

i dont know your name the boy wrote.

It's Renée. What's yours?

He wanted to tell her that he didn't have one anymore, and that he wasn't a human like her. But still,

frederick

Renée wrote back That's a nice name.

He blushed a little, before writing could you say it out loud

Renée nodded

She unzipped her mouth. "Frederick."

The boy felt tears force their way out of his eyes, running down his already wet cheeks.

"Are you alright?" Renée asked.

Frederick blushed more.

I just haven't been frederick in a really long time

Renée nodded in recognition.

im drying up i should get back in the water

Renée nodded again.

As Frederick was throwing himself into the water, he saw rustling in the brush. When he could see though the splash, someone in a suit was there.

Renée ran to him with her note pad, which was now wet. She scribbled on it, trying to find the right words to say.

"Renée, your clothing is soaked! I came because you were taking usually long, and it's a good thing I did."

Renée interrupted him with her note pad. Frederick couldn't see what was on it. The two humans were facing away from him.

"I.. oh. I was hoping that wouldn't be the case. Is he still here?" Renée nodded. She motioned to the pond.

The man looked over the pond. He only saw seabed and some stray frog. Frederick realized he had disguised himself out of reflex. He relaxed his body and let it go back to normal.

The man stepped back, before kneeling over the pond, just before he touched the water.

"I technically can't invite you, but I'm sure Prez would be glad to accept you into The Cursed Princess Club, should you want to join." Curtis said.

Renée showed Curtis a note pad I don't think he can talk.

"Oh. Uhm, can you come out of the water to borrow Renée's note pad?"

Frederick climbed back onto the sand, taking Renée's note pad again.

as long as my gills are wet

"Very well. My offer still stands. The Cursed Princess Club is a support group of sorts. For cursed people like you."

doesnt princess mean girl

"Well, yes, but all genders are welcome."

Frederick thought for a moment. This felt nice. To have someone treat him like a person was nice.

Frederick nodded.

The man had come back with a fish tank full of water on a cart. Frederick couldn't walk, and neither Curtis nor Renée were strong enough to carry him, so they had to improvise.

Frederick climbed into it and they started on the route back. Frederick tried to help with his tentacles that were much longer than his arms, but the man still did most of the pushing.

Frederick grabbed Renée's stuff from our of her hand

who is this guy

Oh! That's Curtis. He's Prez's butler.

Frederick nodded and resubmerged his head in the cool water.

Frederick only opened his eyes only when he felt himself stop moving. In front of him was a tall woman in a suit.

Curtis talked to her about him. About how he had been cursed and where they found him. A few other people naturally came because they were curious.

Frederick felt nervous under the attention. It was now occuring to him that he hadn't actually spoken with another human being in.. well he didn't know.

He looked back at the lady in the suit. She smiled at him. It was an encouraging smile. One that made Frederick realize that maybe things wouldn't be so awful.

[respectthepetty]

Since I decided the best way to make it through Our Skyy 2 with minimal damage is to drink my way through it, welcome to the fifth round of

CockTails in the Skyy!

GMMTV is taking the music club into the multiverse of cuteness, so this week's drink is For Goodness' Sake:

sake for Chinzhilla's hot pot adventure

more white wine for all the whining and pining the boys did

lemons, limes, oranges, grapes, and apple slices for the sweetness overload (I was going to comment about the variation of fruits, but I don't know the crowd's feelings on the word, so . . . *takes a big sip directly from the bottle*)

There will be a lot of singing. I fear sake was not the right choice. I did not think this through. I need something stronger like everclear, but it's too late now. *pushes the play button*

Bottoms up!

Glad to know that the gay sheets exist in every universe

And so does Scrabble-telling-the-plot

The colors being gray and brown so far better be a statement about how love brings color into our lives because these two were color-coded in the original, so if we can get The Gay Sheets™ and Scrabble in every universe, I want the colors in this one too!

That lion doll is the cutest merchandise, and I need it.

Oh, so Gun just gets the president position. Nepotism at its finest.

I know some people do not like the Our Skyy 2 theme song, but I LIVE FOR IT! It's Pitch Perfect but gayer.

Tinn's roar is adorable. Like a toddler, just looking cute and making cute sounds.

It's the first song, and it's barely the first part of the first episode. This is not looking good for me.

Damn! Tinn's mom did them like that?! Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas in more.

Does Tinn already like Gun?! He gave him the cape thingy in the gym and now the shaved ice.

ANOTHER SONG! Is there going to be a song each part of this. *doing mental calculation* Are there going to be eight songs?!

I like Tinn's wiggle when he is singing about squishing the bullfrog.

This is how I like my animation.

Another blowing-in-someone's-ear GIF for my collection.

"We'll get to date at the water park" - - Based on a true story via Pond and Phuwin's Little BIG World.

What am I supposed to do with these colors?! Does Tinn already like Gun?! TELL ME! He does, right?!

A song while dancing makes sense, but I'm upset. In my DJ Khaled voice "another one."

Mark looks delicious in this tux with his hair like that. De. Lish.

If SoundWin hadn't ruined my Star in My Mind SeanMaithee agenda, I would be thrilled about them now in this episode. But I'm petty, so I'm going to stay mad.

But I am happy for the TiwsonPor crew.

Another For Goodness' Sake because this is a lot of singing.

Why is this man coming with the logic of throwing out the sake instead of drinking it? WE DON'T WASTE LIQUOR IN THIS CLUB!

Kajorn likes Pat's accent?! Babe, that's so gay of you.

Damn it! I should've named the drink For Love's Sake.

Mark jogging in these sunglasses with those shorts and jacket = Delicious. I'm so excited to see him be a slut and film a sex tape in Only Friends. I pray he blackmails Neo's character with it. I deserve that treat.

I have never experienced such a tensive piggyback ride as the one being depicted on my screen right now. God, just make out already!

Por saying "get out" in English is feeding my soul because it sounds like me telling people to leave my office: "Get out. Okay. Bye!"

Tinn's shirt reads "Happier Times Are Coming" yet I don't believe it because there will be more singing.

This SoundWin umbrella scene is trying to win me over. It's almost working.

I think I forgot pivotal moments of the original series because I don't remember Gun asking Tinn directly during the questions if Tinn liked him, yet here, Tinn directly asks Gun. I like this!

Tiwson and Por talking as boyfriends is giving me everything I didn't think I needed.

How dare this installment make me think Tinn's mom was a sick when she was just asleep!

Giving SoundWin and TiwsonPor some of Tinn and Gun's moments is genius, like Sound not wanting this kiss to be in act with the red and blues, and Por disclosing he is already dating Tiw.

Tinn and Gun running around looking for each other is top-tier romance.

The moms stay doing the heavy lifting in this show. Which is why the dad, who never had a name, is MIA in this installment.

The boyfriend question!!!!! WITH THE FRIEND ZONE BARRIER!

MSP got that Lay's money too! We are rich, fam!

Why did I not think there would singing during the Aof tribute?! It's a music video, so of course there would be singing.

I feel this is GMMTV's way of thanking Aof for keeping the lights on and the fridge stacked these past years because this man is giving this company its life!

I don't need these dolls, but gosh darn it do I want them!

My School President should get a sequel called My Doctor Boyfriend, and they should meet Tan and Bun of Manner of Death (WHERE IS TRANSPLANT?!).

I have no idea what was happening with the colors, which bothers me (and there was singing in a show about singing), but the salute to some of Aof's greatest hits with Tinn and Gun being Med and Thun were an excellent choice. Because of that, I'm going to give this installment the score Vice Versa's could've had before it decided to LIE!

9/10 CockTails for being a solid offering that delivered the same story but with a few twists.

Because A Boss & A Babe just ended last week, getting an Our Skyy feature immediately after feels like it didn't end, and we are simply getting another episode, so I'll be watching (and judging) this in its normal Friday slot before I watch Be My Favorite, that way I'll be too tipsy to care how either of them turn out.

Will we finally get to know the backstory about Jack's previous relationship?

[theflagscene]

Finally able to watch the latest episode of NLMG now that the subs are fixed, here are my random ass thoughts as I watched -

Nuengdiao is a jealous little jerk face and I love that about him lol, Phuwin is managing to play a spoiled little asshat rich boy well. I don’t hate Nueng, which I honestly think has a lot to do with Phuwin being pinch cheek adorable.

Chopper is still a perfect baby and can do no wrong, I will be a Chopper apologist no matter what.

Maggie is so sweet and cute, I think she’d back off romantically with no problem and just be a good friend if Palm told her he was gay. It doesn’t feel like a set up for the ‘evil het girl’ trope with her, which I will be thankful for if I’m right.

Well that story wasn’t foreboding at all, nor is it foreshadowing anything! 🫤

That day!? Oh why do I feel like Chopper had his heart stomped on by Ben so badly? I just want someone to hug Chopper!

Ah Ben read the room, he’s not into you! This is just sad, bro is practically throwing himself at Nueng only to get lukewarm replies and he thinks it’s a good thing!?

Palm and Chopper should start a ‘heartbroken all thanks to Ben’ club, they can get matching buttons.

*sees Chimon with a microphone* Do. Not. Sing. I will lose my shit, I stg.

And now I’m here defending Ben, starting to get whiplash! Dude, don’t toy with his feelings you little jerk face. Yes, I will be calling Neung a little jerk face as often as I can, it fits him well I think.

Man I love dancing scenes with a large group, because the music is always added in post so not a single person has any rhythm because it’s actually quiet on set, it’s so funny to watch.

I thought the legal drinking age in Thailand was 20, how is he getting all that booze from the bartender? Someone cut the baby boozer off, please.

Sigh, you little jerk face.

Pond is doing a lot better with the physicality of the fight scenes that I expected, I’m pleasantly surprised.

Okay, now I get why people were wondering why Nueng was acting like that even though Palm was the one getting his ass handed to him. Jerk face, I mean, Nueng, was kicked in the chest/abdomen which probably busted or bruised a rib which can cause breathing issues as well as lung injuries, that’s why he can’t breathe. Also hits to the gut knock the wind out of you, no matter what tv/movies want you to believe, you can’t always shake that off and breathe properly after one. On top of that Nueng was drunk already so having his chest feel constricted from the kick would also cause him to panic, which would just add to the breathing issue.

Ohh, we’re possibly getting a PalmNueng kiss as soon as episode five? I am intrigued 🤔

[thorntonkrell-blog-blog]

A CRITICAL MASS IN THE WAREHOUSE

Everybody's got at least five thousand sorry swings in their golf bag plus another three thousand horrendous putts. We've got to hit them all.

When we first start playing golf, we immediately begin to impact our warehouse of bad shots. After our first five rounds, we've typically burned about five hundred sad swings and fifty pitiful putts.

I've played my last round of golf. I've used virtually all of my shitty shots. The dozens that I have left will never be hit by me.

When I was younger, still working on my first thousand, I would grow furious after each chili dip, whiff, top, or shank. Apparently, I didn't think that I needed to pay my dues. The fury led directly to the warehouse, followed by more fury, followed by another trip to the warehouse.

Around that time, someone asked me to describe my game. I said it was like walking through a nice neighborhood with an unleashed pit bull; it was mostly quiet, but anything could happen, and someone could get hurt.

After dozens of pit bull walks, it began to dawn on me that I wasn't going to eliminate the warehouse, but I could cut down on my fury. Swearing, club throwing, and green gouging began to give way to sighing, bag slamming, and tee tossing. With every diminution of rage, I noticed a slight hesitation between trips back to the warehouse.

Then somebody told me, "Ya know, pal, you can hit a lot of crappy shots on the driving range and horrendous putts on the practice green." I started using those areas a little more, but since the range and the practice green are, after all, practice, it was comparatively difficult to hit a truly atrocious shot simply because it didn't "count."

Nevertheless, I managed to burn off hundreds of semi-miserable swings and putrid putts before stepping out on the course, where the atrocities could really begin.

About fifty years in, I must have reached a critical mass in the warehouse because the laughably rotten shots seemed to occur with less frequency, and when they did occur, my rage lessened. I had developed a new mantra. No matter how deplorable my swing or pitiful my putt, I could now honestly say, "I've hit worse," retrieve my ball, and swing again.

I'll drive a hook into a fish pond at the worst possible competitive moment, and my partner and/or opponent will look at me, expecting some sort of Vesuvian response. I simply pull out a new ball and swing again.

My mantra has served me well, particularly when I'm playing by myself as nothing counts anyway. It doesn't work as well when I'm cooperating/competing with another person. I hadn't been able to figure out how I could lose to almost anybody at any time on any course. I couldn't understand how the players more advanced than I stayed two or three strokes ahead no matter how well I played.

In the middle of one such butt-kicking , the answer came to me. My playing partner had just driven another screamer 310 yards down the middle of the fairway. His drive looked so effortless, so perfect. His golf pants and shirt fit stylishly and comfortably. His clubs gleamed. That's when I heard the voice from within whisper, "This guy has hit even more crappy shots than you have."

Relaxing, I hit my drive 270. My playing partner, encouraging but with the smugness of a thinner, better-dressed human undeniably fifty yards more advanced on this particular fairway, said, "Nice drive."

"I’ve hit worse," I replied.

We walked down the fairway, ready for our approaching lesson

when I realized this whole thing

isn't really about golf, is it?

[esen-enjie]

100 things I want to do in 2024

Make one recipe out of the hobonichi

Go bird-watching alone

Go to the cinema alone

Sleep nude

Watch a play with JL

Babysit

Draw 5 things with watercolor pencils

Make one piece of abstract art

Go to a jazz night

Dedicate myself to wearing one bracelet all the time

Make omurice

Go to Tate Modern

Go to church in London

Not speak for one day

Do a round of sun salutations

Send my best friend a card

Send my other best friend a card

Make a poster

Go to one dance class

Lie down in a park alone

Lie down in a park with JL

Go to Hyde park alone solely to take photos of the birds

Go to the British museum alone

Make 100 paper stars

Use tabo in the UK

Go to Primark alone

Eat in a restaurant alone (not a cafe, a restaurant!)

Go to karaoke with friends

Go one week without calling anyone

Call someone every day for a week

Ditch chocolate for a week

Sing every day for a week

Dance in my dorm room

Buy myself a necklace

Spend one day cooking all my meals for the week

Do a 30 min stretch

Don't open twitter for a whole day

Buy something with a fish on it

Visit F in Cardiff

Draw 10 fish

Eat rice every day for a week

Put £500 in savings

Dye my hair without telling anyone (But I suppose I've told you, dear reader, oops!)

Attend a concert with a friend

Draw a shrimp

Buy myself a cake

Buy flowers for myself

Go out with a friend every day of the week

Take a random bus and sightsee on it

Choose a random station to take the train to

Do laundry and throw out the trash and clean the dorm in one day

Cut my hair by myself

Go to the aquarium with TL

Wear emo makeup+clothes for a day

Meditate everyday for a week

Don't listen to music for a whole day

Go to a zoo/petting zoo on my own

Embroider socks

Run the length of a big park

Go swimming

Pick a flower

Destroy something beyond repair

Drink a mountain dew

Read at a poetry open mic

Sleep on the floor

Do the ice bucket challenge

Go to a paint shop (that has paint chips) and find my favorite colors

Go to IKEA with JL

Read a book for leisure

Hold hands platonically with a friend

Wear a fancy dress nowhere

Pick up "too good to go" food

Eat shaved ice

Buy new slippers

Watch a movie with a friend at home

Buy a new perfume

Take photos of myself in my favourite outfits

Stop wearing lipstick for a week

Have a personal spa day at home

Learn to sing 'Mai Lohilohi Mai Oe'

Go to the club sober

Try a virgin drink

Go to gameboard night

Try African food

Attend the tasters of 5 different societies

Be a street poet for a day

Go fishing

Go to a botanical garden (alone first, then with a friend)

Make a jello cake

Make an elaborate dish with MX

Visit a pond

Paint/draw something from life

Watch a play alone

Redecorate my dorm

Use the umbrella when there's no reason to

Get a proper manicure

Eat breakfast in the park

Buy, prepare, and eat a pomegranate

Wear earrings everyday for a week

Buy and eat a box of tangerines

[jellimac-sims-stories]

Simfluencer

Jellimac

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Chapter 4 Sergio spends some time greeting people he knows around the room. A few of the people he talks to take the time to pose with us for the photographers at the event. Sergio pulls me close to his side every time. I only recognize one or two people until we stop to talk to Octavia Moon and Thorne Bailey. They seem to know Sergio very well. I used to be a big fan of Thorne’s but that social media scandal really made it clear that he was just all good looks. He doesn’t have the greatest reputation. I wonder why Sergio is friends with him?

“¡Por fin! Finally someone fun arrives,” Throne says loudly as we get closer to him. 

They are outside near the faux pond area so a lot of people hear him and turn to see what the commotion is all about. I’m sure everyone was already looking at them considering Throne was wearing the sparkliest gold and black suit I'd ever seen. Octavia isn’t as loudly dressed but she looks just as amazing in her one-shoulder two-toned purple dress; the color looks amazing against her dark skin. 

As Sergio walks us over to Thorne and Octavie, I finally see Jonah across the outdoor patio with Sergio’s wife Adriana talking with a group of people. This is the first time I'm seeing Adriana in person. She’s really pretty. Intimidatingly pretty. Her chestnut hair is in a half-up, half-down style that cascades over her shoulder in perfect beach waves. She’s wearing a draped white, strappy-backed dress with a slit down the front that makes her tan pop and shows off her tattoos. Jonah looks equally amazing next to her in white trousers and a dark tropical printed shirt. I could see why they go to these types of events together. They look like a power couple. 

It's clear evenIt's clear even from all the way across the patio that Adriana’s reaction to Thorne’s greeting of her husband is embarrassment and disapproval; everyone can see her shaking her head and turning away from where Throne and Sergio are now talking to each other. 

Sergio's response to Thorne is just as loud and disruptive as Thorne’s greeting, “¡Qué honda, cabrón! ¿Te has metido en algún problema esta noche?” 

Well, that's a surprise. I didn’t realize that Sergio speaks Spanish. I heard him speaking Italian at the winery but I assumed that was because he’s a businessman and he was there to do business. Even more surprising is the kiss between Octavia and Sergio when they greet each other. Octavia throws her arms around Sergio’s neck and kisses him square on the mouth. It didn’t seem to phase him in the slightest. Throne doesn’t even bat an eye and goes to give Sergio a bro hug once he and Octavia separate. I guess they all know each other really well.

Thorne and Sergio speak to each other a bit more in Spanish before Sergio finally introduces me, “Thorne. Octavia. This is Eden. She’s a new up-and-coming artist in the city. I’ve been showing her around. Exposing her to all of the people that really matter. If you know what I mean. Eden, you must know these two?”

“Que tentadora,” Throne says in his thick Spanish accent, giving me an appreciative look, “Where have you been hiding this one? How come you haven’t invited her to your club?”

“His club in Windenburg? I’ve been there,” I chime in.

“Not that club, mamacita,” Thorne says and strokes my arm seductively with the back of his hand.

“It’s not for her,” Sergio replies curtly. Thorne frowns at Sergio’s blunt response, “Says who? I don’t remember you being so selective in the past.”

“Stop teasing the girl Thorne. It's Sergio’s club. He gets to make the rules. If he doesn’t want her he doesn’t want her,” Octavia says clearly exasperated. Something about what they are talking about makes Sergio frown. I was about to ask what club they were talking about but Octavia is speaking again, “This party is so boring. If you can even call it a party. It's practically awake. It was fun for maybe five minutes. Now it's just dull.” 

“Boring? Dull? Watch this,” Sergio replies, a wicked smile on his face. He pulls me close to him once again, this time his hand roughly groping my ass and kisses me. I can hear and feel the intense quickening of the flashes of the cameras of the event photographers around us. Suddenly, he spins me around, dips me, and continues to kiss me passionately. When he finally lets me up for air I shover him hard, snatch the drink out of Octavia’s hand, and throw it in his face. I can hear Thorne and Octavia both laughing behind me. Some friends they are. As for me, I’m absolutely fuming, “Who the fuck do you think you are? Just because you buy me an expensive outfit doesn’t mean that you own me.”

Sergio wipes the remnants of the drink from his scowling face. He stalks towards me verbally berating me forcing me to back away from him, “You worthless piece of backwater trash! How dare you reject me? Do you think you can post that cock tease shit and not expect anything to happen? You’ve just made the stupidest mistake of your life, you little slut.”

My eyes go wide as I see his hand rise to strike me. I try to think of any of the self-defense I know but I am frozen in place. I can’t believe he’s about to hit me in plain sight of everyone and all the cameras at the social event of the year...

Um, what?! Wanna know if Sergio is about to commit social suicide right now? Read the full story out now on my AO3.

[ilopisara]

12.11. 00:08 | Ilo Pisara vs Omituisten otusten kerho 2 - 4

Well, if it isn't the Mighty Ducks of mediocrity, Ilo Pisara. Let's talk about that performance—or should I say "performance," because what you lot did out there was less hockey and more a sad imitation of pond skaters in a spring thaw! Let's start with shots on goal: 11? ELEVEN?! VETOJA HYVÄT HERRAT! It's like watching someone trying to swat flies with a spaghetti noodle. If this were an art class, you'd be praised for your minimalist approach—but this is hockey, not finger painting at the retirement home! Teppo Winnipeg, my dear defenseman—how can one have eight shot attempts and hit absolutely nothing but hopes and dreams? The only thing you managed to defend tonight was the puck from finding the net. And then we have Macho Fantastico. With a name like that, I expected cannon shots, fireworks... Instead, he gives us two measly shots as though rationing them for wartime efforts. Jani Saari—you're center stage with all eyes on you; instead of dazzling us with brilliance or baffling us with bullcrap, you manage to do neither. Six shot attempts and only two make it on net? The entire team needs to pull up their socks—or better yet—just throw them away because they reek of defeat! Next game better be different or so help me; I'll turn this club into an interpretive dance troupe—it would be less embarrassing than our current standings!

[yana125]

No no no! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ Justice for Nemecsek Ernő! He didn't drag his dying ass to the battlefield to essentially win a war to be written off as the boy who "dies of pneumonia at the end of the book"!

Nemecsek is the scrawny and short kid of his group of friends, the Paul Street Boys. On Paul Street there's an empty lot that the boys call 'the grund'. They regard it as their 'Fatherland', their home base. An other gang of kids, the Redshirts, want to take over the grund, because their base (the botanic garden) is not fit for playing, and they are planning to take over it in a war. Their leader, Áts Feri, stole their flag from the grund, so three boys, Boka, the leader of the Paul Street Boys, Csónakos and Nemecsek sneek inside the botanic garden. They find out that they have a traitor, Geréb, who tells the Redshirts all of their secrets.

Nemecsek is part of an other group within the group called the 'Gitt Egylet', a club where they're gathering putty from windows. They are found out by their teacher and he disbands the club, but they remake it and they are taking a new oath. Before Nemecsek can take a new oath he notices Geréb going to the groundkeeper. The traitor tries to bribe the groundkeeper to kick the boys out of the grund. Nemecsek tries to warn Boka about it, but the club misunderstood his actions, thinking that he didn't want to take an oath, and they write into their report with all lowercase latters that 'nemecsek ernő is a traitor'.

Nemecsek finds Boka and together they start to chase the traitor but Nemecsek starts coughing. When they went to the botanic garden first Nemecsek fell into the lake, then when they were fleeing from the garden Nemecsek hid in a pond. So now he's getting ill.

A few days later the Redshirts have a meeting. Geréb says that they can take the grud without a fight, but Áts Feri calls him a cowards since he wants to take the ground in a war. Then they find out that someone took the flag Áts Feri took from the grund. That someone is Nemecsek who reviels himself when Geréb says nobody is brave enough on Paul Street to come and take their flag back. Áts Feri like how the boy stands up for himself and he wants him to join them, but Nemecsek refuses. So as a punishment they throw them into the water. Nemecsek climbs out and says that they could throw him into the water as many times as they wanted to, they could try to bribe him with any gifts, but he would never betray his friends like Geréb. Áts Feri lets Nemecsek go, telling the guards to salute him as he leaves, and they all turn their backs to Geréb.

The Paul Street Boys are informed about the upcoming war and all of them are excited. Boka names Nemecsek (who is now VERY ill at this point) his assistant. The 'Gitt Egylet' opposes this but Boka doesn't care about this, they'll talk about this after the war. Geréb arrives and begs them to take him back but they refuse. Later Geréb's father arrives and asks Nemecsek if his son was really a traitor to which Nemecsek says that he was not. Nemecsek now has a high fever and Boka walks him home.

Nemecsek is so ill that he can't go help with the war preparations, he has to stay home. After the Redshirts officially give their declaration of war to the Paul Street Boys they visit Nemecsek and wish him a quick recovery.

On the day of the war a delirious Nemecsek thinks he hears one of his friends calling for help. With a high fever he runs away from home to the grund, when he poceeds to knock Áts Feri out who is like twice his size and basically wins the war. Nemecsek's mother arrives and takes her son home in her arms, the whole group walking them home. At the gate Nemecsek shakes hands with all of them, all feeling how hot his hand is, then one by one they leave. Only Boka stays there as an honor guard, later joined by Áts Feri.

Nemecsek's health is getting worse and soon he dies. The 'Gitt Egylet' arrives to late to apologize to Nemecsek and show him that they wrote down his name with all uppercase latters and declared him a hero.

And you know what the worst part is?

Nemecsek, the shortest and the bravest of the Paul Street Boys, basically died for nothing because a week after his death construction works started on the gund. So the Boy Street Boys won the war, but lost everything (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ You know how traumatizing was this to read in fifth grade???!!!

Here's some scenes from the movie with English subtitles:

So Nemecsek was not just a boy who 'dies of pneumonia at the end of the book'. He was a hero.

Group C Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of Ernő Nemecsek, a young boy with light brown hair, wearing pajamas. he looks very sweaty in this image. the second image is of Dee Kennedy, a little girl with long brown hair and green eyes, wearing a pink top and skirt, decorated with a pink bow, and a red scarf. behind her stands 2 animatronics from Five Nights at Freddy's. the third image is of Kirinda, a robotic eye attached to a mechanical stalk in a futuristic-looking room. the closed caption on the image says: "thank you for the description." in all capital letters. end ID]

Ernő Nemecsek

The smallest member of the Paul Street Boys, he gets bullied, pushed around, and dies of pneumonia at the end of the book. 

Dee Kennedy

i've submitted/seen plenty of dsaf characters in other tournaments but never dee. which is sad. she deserves some recognition. the picture linked is her before her death as i think it's important to remember her as a little girl and not just as the puppet.  [additional propaganda 1]

Kirinda

Kirinda is a "space-time transmitting machine" in the shape of a giant kirin. His job is to take the main characters to Novel Worlds (worlds that contain every story, myth, or legend ever created by humans) so that they can figure out what's corrupting them, and then he comes in at the end of the episode to clean up by purifying the monster responsible. However, he is no ordinary giant robot. He is sentient and speaks to the titular Rangers (with the world's most hokey and out of date Kansai/Southern accent to boot) through a camera shaped like an eye, and is often the one explaining the story of the world the characters are going to visit, as well as choosing which characters are going by the way of a roulette... which may or may not be complete bullshit. You see, while his role is incredibly important, he is very irresponsible and is constantly just dropping the characters off in a haphazard, dangerous manner without finishing explanations, screwing around with the roulette just to see what will happen, teasing the other characters (or subjecting them to horrible puns) and generally being incredibly vague and unhelpful beyond the bare minimum job requirements. At the end of the day though, he does really like his job (so much that he gets very salty if his screen time is threatened), and when push comes to shove, will go above and beyond to make sure everybody is safe. ( he also has an incredibly catchy image song and everyone should go look up Kirinda Ondo! on youtube right now) [additional propaganda 1]

[curseofaphrodite]

the love club

regulus black x fem!gryffindor!reader

summary: in which he realizes just how grateful he is for having a best friend. alternate title - Fuck Friends I Have A Crush On You. | written for @cryonme's celebration!

"Love your sweater," you said, smiling a bit too much, as if you had just said an inside joke.

Regulus beamed, sitting beside you without a second thought. Slytherins weren't usually seen at the Gryffindor table, but Christmas was a good excuse as any, right?

"Almost didn't recognize you but merry Christmas, little brother," Sirius yelled, hugging him sideways. "Looking less like the Bloody Baron each day, huh? You're blending in well."

"Especially in that sweater,' Remus added, reaching for the mashed potatoes. Regulus frowned, looking at his clothes again.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked, offended.

"No I didn't say- well, you're wearing Gryffindor colors."

Regulus paled when you burst out laughing. The glares his housemates have been giving him from across the hallway suddenly made sense to him. He started fumbling with his words.

"You- you said gold was your favorite color!" he said defensively, hugging himself as if that would shield his idiotic mistake.

"I was just seeing if you'd fall for it," you shrugged, cutting yourself a piece of cake. "No one's favorite color could be gold. Oh stop the glare, you look wonderful."

"Aw, you picked out this because you thought it was Y/N's favorite color?" Marlene asked teasingly from the other side of the table. Regulus wanted to throw a fork at her.

"It was an honest mistake," you spoke up on his behalf. "Reg's terrible at fashion, you know that."

Sirius squinted his eyes suspiciously. Out of everyone at that table, his brother was the only one with a proper sense of shopping. Regulus shrank under his questioning eyes.

Shit, shit, shit.

He hoped Sirius wouldn't ask anything. It's not like he could say - hey I love shopping but pretends to be bad so I could spend more time with my best friend. Yes, I know I don't need any excuse to talk to her but I'm still new to human affections. I don't want to be distant and if that means I have to wear ugly sweaters or nod at her questionable choices, I'll do that gladly. With a forced smile.

Sirius muttered something like interesting under his breath, but he didn't go on, which Regulus was grateful about.

But his brother wasn't the kind to let things go that easily. He cornered Regulus as soon as everyone went outside to see the snow.

-

"Have you seen Reg?" you asked Lily, who shook her head apologetically.

"I saw him with Pads a while ago. They looked very much deep in thought," James said.

You groaned. "Do you reckon they're fighting again?"

"Nah, they're far past all that," James waved it off. "Maybe he's telling him he's an animagus."

"HE'S AN ANIMAGUS?"

"Oh, you didn't know that," he laughed nervously. "Uhm, if you see a huge dog in our room, just act surprised. Lils, my love, wanna sneak off to Hogsmeade?"

"Still no on the date," Lily said, rolling her eyes. She went her way and James followed with a pout, leaving you in the snow to be a one-person search party for Regulus Arcturus Black.

-

"There you are!" you said sharply, stopping Sirius on his path. "Where the hell is your brother?"

"He uhm- he's, I don't think I'm supposed to tell you that," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"What did you do?" you sighed. "If you buried him somewhere, there's still time to dig him out—"

"Merlin I was near the pond," Regulus said, walking up to you from behind. "Though I'm glad to know you have little to no reaction if I do get murdered."

"As if he would ever kill someone and get his clothes dirty," you scoffed. Sirius shrugged.

"Fair point. See ya," Regulus started to walk away but you chased after him with no hesitation.

"Where are you going?" you asked, careful not to step on branches and roots. "I'd jump off a cliff for you but sometimes I fear I may also be the one pushing you. Can you PLEASE talk?"

"Just needed some quiet time."

"You're sure you're not just ignoring me? Because you were perfectly fine earlier."

"Not everything about me is you," he stopped, a little meaner than he intended to. You were used to his occasional outbursts so you stood your ground.

"What did Sirius tell you?" you asked casually.

If he was taken back, he didn't show it. "We were just catching up on everything we missed. Birthdays, quidditch matches, dates. I always knew he had a thing for Remus but he actually asked him out? I didn't think he had the courage."

I certainly don't, he thought, smiling sadly. You mistook his stares for nostalgia. He mistook yours for pity.

"Then he asked me if I ever fancied someone," he continued, shrugging. "I said I was alone too much of my life for anything of that sort."

"Really? Cause I thought you were the kind of guy to easily fall in love."

"I wouldn't even know what love feels like," he lied swiftly. "Would you?"

"I only had crushes," you pointed out.

"Hmm, how do crushes feel like?"

"Well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that?"

His eyes had completely melted, and the slight twinkle in them looked as if someone stole the stars just for him. He shooked his head slightly, disagreeing with what you said.

"You make it sound like a fever," he laughed. "It's nothing like that. You feel calm, happy, and safe. You feel like yourself with them, and they make you want to love yourself. It's wonderful, not chaotic."

"For someone who's never felt love, you know a lot about it."

This is it. Just say it. Just say it.

"Actually, I- sort of. Uhm, you're-duck."

"What?"

A smack at the back of your head made you lose balance. You landed on your back as clumsily as you could and watched as Sirius roared with laughter. You saw him reaching for another snowball already.

"Oh hell no," you stood up and ran away, hiding behind a tree just in time. Sirius started attacking Regulus instead.

"MY JACKET!" Reg yelled, angrily scooping up a heap of snow. Without even forming it into a ball, he dumped them on his brother's head.

"YES FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT—" James had appeared out of nowhere, but his words were cut off as you used your wand to make another snowball hit him square in the face.

"Cheating," he mumbled inaudibly, half-buried in snow.

You laughed and walked back to the scene, removing yourself from the tree's protection. Regulus smiled mischievously.

"No!" you yelled, running away. He chased you without hesitation.