#and then we lie down on top of each other like a long human centipede and fall asleep

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Whose gaze lingers?

Eleteo: Elena of course. She is the absolute opposite of subtle and she revels in the chance to look at her favorite wizard every chance she gets even when her abuelos, and Esteban and Mateo remind her she has to appear queenly in public.

Gababel: Isabel mostly. Gabe still tries to be respectful of her especially in the beginning of their relationship and while Isabel loves Gabe for more than just his looks she can’t help but stop and admire Gabe’s muscles. Especially during his workouts. And perhaps imagine how they feel under her grip.

Estenaomi: Esteban does. He can’t help it with how Naomi climbs the rigging and does various other tasks with such ease.

Estoma: Esteban does. He’s not above watching her walk away.

Who can easily tell the other is lying?

Eleteo: Hmm I feel like Elena would. She’s perceptive like that and Mateo tends to believe that Elena has the best plans and best intentions and so used to her expressive face, he would think she’s incapable. Not that she does lie to him but if it was in a regular conversation with someone else, he wouldn’t be able to tell whether she’s lying or not. Gababel: Gabe can tell mainly because Isabel gets flustered when she lies and she does so hate to lie to his face so she doesn’t really succeed at it. 

Estenaomi: Naomi can. Esteban’s lies tend to get complicated and then he can’t remember what he said in the first place so it’s usually easy to suss out. Besides he starts to get the same problem Isabel has in not wanting to lie to Naomi in the first place.   Estoma: Both I think. We've seen that they can pull of lying with ease (Esteban less so. But three years is still an impressive amount of time) but they know each other well too like how Esteban tends to hesitate or choose his words carefully so he’s not completely lying and Doña sounds too too smug when she lies.

Who goes around singing Christmas songs?

Eleteo: Elena, obviously. She’s the singer as we all know, but Mateo happily joins her because they are that sweetingly in sync couple that when one starts something the other joins in. Gababel: Isabel does because she’s a Flores and Gabe sometimes will just stop whatever he is doing and simply smile and listen to Isabel’s beautiful voice and gush that his girlfriend has the voice of an angel. Estenaomi: Esteban does while I feel like Naomi would sing those Christmas parodies like “Jingle bells batman smells” or whatever the Avalor equivalent is. And then they would start trying to top each other with even more ridiculous lyrics.   Estoma: Esteban would. Despite his stuffy demeanor and telling Elena that Navidad isn’t here just yet.. he still can’t help humming it under his breath when the song gets stuck in his head. Who has to give one last kiss?

Eleteo: Elena does. She is such an affectionate person and Mateo is just so cute that even when he *has* to go and she *has* to attend to her duties, she tends to put it off as long as possible trying to get as many kisses as she can. Gababel: Isabel because as you can imagine, whenever Gabe goes off to battle, there is that little fear that this might be the last time she will ever see him and it just makes the moment more intense and she wants to make every last kiss count in case she’ll never gets another. Estenaomi: Esteban, he is such a dramatic boi and he keeps going for another grand dip or a spontaneous kiss even when Naomi is doing something as mundane as going ashore for a few minutes to get supplies. Estoma: Once more Esteban does. He says he can’t help it being overcome by beauty that he just get one last kiss. Honestly it sounds like an even more overdramatic interpretation of Zorro. Not that she complains.

Who starts gift shopping first and who hides the presents?

 Eleteo: Elena starts shopping first because she’s eager and also she gets lots of ideas, each the better than the last like special spell books or new artifacts. Luisa often tells her not to go overboard. They’re other holidays where she can give gifts after all. Mateo hides them because he has a tiny mischievous streak and it drives Elena crazy when she scours the palace to look for clues of what he got her so she can know what to get him. But Mateo just has a twinkle in his eye and a secret smile (he hides them at Rafa’s. Elena still hadn’t gotten the idea that the gifts are not even in the palace). Gababel: Isabel gets shopping immediately with Luisa and Elena in a fun girls trip. Though she worries that the gift will never be enough or not a good show of how much she cares for him and his likes and all that though Gabe assures her that a gift will never be a perfect representation of their love for each other and shouldn’t be, but she still tries. Besides that she just really loves Navidad. Gabe is the one that hides the gifts (in the horse stables behind the manure) whenever Elena, Esteban and she team up to look for them. Estenaomi: It’s kinda hard since they’re traveling on a ship but Esteban is the one most likely to start shopping first for the gift to blow her mind away. Naomi is the one to hide them because like Mateo, it amuses her to watch Esteban fruitlessly search the ship for the presents (which are with her feminine supplies). Estoma: Doña starts shopping immediately though to be fair she likes any excuse to go shopping. She can get distracted in that she starts buying more stuff for herself before she remembers Christmas gifts. Esteban hides the gifts and it is supremely difficult because the more exotic gifts he has to order through her emporium and she’s there at the counter smirking at him with the ledger asking if the perfume is for her or someone else? Is the new dress for her or someone else? Etc. Etc. Somehow he has managed every year.

Who takes the longest getting ready? Eleteo: Elena, mainly because she has to look her 100% best at all moments, plus all the servants (and Esteban) start fussing over her outfit and hair and a million other things. Gababel: Isabel does because Gabe NEVER CHANGES HIS FREAKIN UNIFORM! Estenaomi: Esteban does. Mr. Hair gel and moisturizer needs at least at least an hour to prepare himself. Longer if it’s a formal event. Estoma: Actually pretty equal. Though sometimes they’d be petty if they feel one is wasting their time, they’ll take even longer.

Whose more likely to talk themselves out of a speeding ticket?

Eleteo: Elena. Mateo would be too flustered and shocked at himself that he drove over the speed limit and he’d apologize immediately. Elena is a fast talker and can talk to anyone, make them see her side and drive off. Gababel: Gabe I think. It usually doesn’t work though. He either tries to flatter or try to bond with fellow man in uniform. Estenaomi: Esteban. It also doesn’t work even though he unleashes his full charm. Naomi does too and it actually does work and Esteban is forever amazed. Estoma: Doña. From Esteban there is a lot of blustering, “Do you know who I am?!” Doña is better  at playing people and being persuasive with her arguments. If that doesn’t work, maybe some discreet bribery.

Who kills the spiders? Eleteo: Neither. Both are the more humane capture and release types. Though I have no doubt that Elena may have accidentally killed some with her scepter blasts or her mood swings. Gababel: Gabe kills them though Isabel keeps telling him not to see since they provide a vital service to nature etc etc. Estenaomi: Naomi does since Esteban has phobia of spiders. Sometimes she’ll shove it in his face very quickly and he’ll fall over in his chair. Even if it is a fake toy spider. Estoma: Again, Doña cuz Esteban still fears spiders. Plus Doña’s like, I’ve handle an alligator, this is nothing.  Some irrational phobias 

Eleteo: Mateo is less scared about horses, but he’s still very wary of them like when they rear up or eat apples out of his hand. Elena has been trying to help him by going on romantic horseback rides and showing him how to groom Carmela. Honestly none of Elena’s fears are irrational. The only one I can think of is the dark, and we know where she got that. Gababel: Isabel has a fear lightning and thunder storms. It’s just so many things can go wrong like the lights going out or a flood or tree crashing and just all the noise freaks her out. Good thing Gabe always helps her out with lots of hugs and kisses in bed. Gabe has a phobia of geckos as we all know. They just scurry everywhere and are slimy and ugh he hates them.

Estenaomi: Naomi has a fear of clowns. I mean she won’t go screaming but and crying but she does tense up and always she always tells Esteban, “They are NOT funny.” Something about the face is disturbing to her. Esteban hates small bugs. Spiders, scorpions, occasionally a caterpillar he mistaken for a centipede. Sometimes Naomi teases him about having to kill it but as Ross once said, “It’s not like they’re 30 poisonous clowns.”  Estoma: Same as above. Esteban hates small bugs. Doña has an irrational fear of frogs. Doesn’t know where or why but they are disgusting to her. One time he put a fake one in her office to annoy her and she wouldn’t go in until he removed it.

Pregnancy 

Gababel: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HRmGYtFPUyg The first few times the baby kicked. Isabel was nervous but also over the moon. And more often than not, once word got out the baby was kicking the entire family would crowd into the room to feel her stomach. Including some servants like Armando.  Even if it was in the middle of the night. Estenaomi: Naomi had very intense mood swings. And by intense,I mean she was tired and frustrated the entire time because Naomi hated being tied down and not being allowed to do all the work that she was perfectly capable of accomplishing thank you very much. This was more prevalent near the ending of her pregnancy as you can see here https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MSdN25AaPu0 Estoma:(This under some AU or assumption that Doña is young enough to have kids) She got super sentimental whenever kids were around. Resulting in this https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=utiZvi-VBP0 It took a good 5 hours for her to realize that she had given away most of her stock to kids and their families for free. So she reluctantly put Carlos in charge Eleteo: Elena has some wacky pregnancy cravings that were non too appetizing for the rest of the Palace to watch her eat https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb5ICSzDB64 Luckily Mateo was a lot more understanding about it then Jesse in this clip but still, there were many exhausted days and nights as he searched for the right potato chips lol

New decade AU

Eleteo: Perhaps going back to the Mayan hero twins that Becky has been suggesting as they go to their mythical roots among the gods and goddesses. 

Gababel: Medieval Times. I can’t help it, Gabe makes the perfect knight in shining armor and Isabel would be the princess or noble lady breaking society norms by being interested in science and stuff. Or a World War AU would work too.   Estenaomi: late 1800s: The age age of piracy and imperialism. It would be so much fun for both of them I think with Naomi being the rebellious pirate queen and stowaway Esteban or Esteban being the morally ambiguous privateer. 

Estoma: I was going to say Victorian Downtown Abby but the 1920s are so much more intriguing. I mean the Great Gatsby parties, the foolish rich people, the decadence combined with the danger of gangsters and prohibition.

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1 & 99 for the Get In My Business Please question list?

The meaning behind my url:

If you’re talking my writing blog URL its literally just what my AO3 name is, which was chosen when I was 18 and liked Criminal Minds a lot. In hindsight it was a bad choice but I can’t change it now lmao. If you’re talking my personal blog (ridingcthulhudick) I just thought it was hilarious. And if anyone quoted my blog in an actual publication they’d have to print that my blog name is not appropriate lmao.

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?

When I got this question I was like ‘do you answer on your phone’ and decided no because I have some fucking tales ok. You guys have all heard about this person if you’ve followed me for awhile- this is the person that I called on racism and she didn’t show up to school for a week after. But that is really only the tip of the ice berg.

So I meet this person at the beginning of my school year, who like me is named after a season, and she’s odd- wearing a cowboy hat with all these fandom pins and ok. That’s strange but ok. Then she starts talking, goes on an on about her kids, I discover that she’s 27 but if I were to age her by actions, style of dress, and mannerisms I’d put her at 17 and that’s only because she was in post secondary so that’s the youngest she could be. Otherwise I would have gone 15. And she has 2 kids. So ok. I leave and something is off about her but people can be eclectic and I don’t like being judgmental so I leave it be and let her actions speak for themselves rather than jumping to conclusions.

Class starts and she never. Shuts. The. Fuck. Up. And I don’t mean like useful advice, or even interesting facts that are irrelevant to the class but at least neat to know like another student in the class does. I mean every. Fucking. Thing. Out of her mouth is useless. So we all decide she’s annoying amongst each other and we all start to back away slowly.

Now we may seem like dickheads at this point but keep in mind, within a week, we all knew these things about her: she has 2 kids that were taken by child services and she complains about it a lot, she has an obsession with tiny houses, she’s a bronie and sometimes takes commissions for bronie porn, she’s a furry- which isn’t inherently bad but combined with the rest it just becomes another weird thing about her, she’s homophobic but also pansexual (??), she has a fiancee, but maybe also 2 boyfriends, we still aren’t sure and we’ve found her scrolling in dating sites, she’s an artist but I literally drew better at 12 (though in her slight defense I am naturally gifted at drawing), she tried to start a conversation with a friend of mine about incest on a busy street, and has a weird obsession with The Human Centipede. This isn’t even all of it, this is just the first fucking week.

So the semesters go by and in my school they’re 3 months long, which is a little shorter than normal universities, and we just got through our 3rd term. Here is what we know now. She lives in a small city (a couple hundred thousand people), but talks about it like its a small ass town like the one I came from (which is under 2000 people). Another student lives in the same city and has no fucking clue what she’s talking about. She’s sexist and racist (like hella racist- once she claimed that because she grew up with some Natives in her life she is one. That’s not how it works, and given how confused she seems to be on various cultural aspects that I know of from Natives in our area- which is admittedly not a lot I will full well acknowledge- this is a total lie). And she’s L O S T on all social cues. And not in a way where some people, like people on the autistic spectrum, are- I mean she intentionally has ignored social rules her whole fucking life and expects everyone to compensate for her bullshit kind of way.

And that’s a whole other thing. Not only is she racist, sexist, and homophobic, but she also has this obsession with bullying. She’s always on about high school (mostly in regards to herself- I will remind you all she’s 27) and bullying and has, on several occasions, defended school shooters and claimed they did it because bullying. As your local queer kid in a small, very homophobic town, eat shit bud white boys don’t school shoot because they were bullied- signed every other minority ever. Anyways. This grates my nerves and keep in mind I am a patient person, so I don’t like being That Guy. But there comes a point where I can’t morally or logically stand by when you’re an asshole. So a friend of mine from class was talking racism and she goes on what is essentially a #NotAllWhitePeople rant, claiming we should leave racism in the past and focus on the now, blah, blah. So I was like no, we have to examine the past because it continues to influence the present- to break this down into a smaller event this would be like a person in an abusive relationship focusing on processing their trauma and moving on from it- you gotta acknowledge the past to move forward.

WELL, she was not having this so I called her racist, because she continued on pulling the ‘colorblind’ argument, which is a fucking cop out so I said it. She was all ‘that’s my OPINION’ so I was like well then your opinion is racist, like shit son don’t hit me with that crap. In this exchange we’ve traded a good four sentences or so back and forth and the student that was originally talking racism (and the only brown person in this discussion) offered a single sentence of support for my argument. But she was silent for most of it. Well once More Annoying Tomi Lauren stomped off we find out she whined and cried about the brown woman eating her ass when it was my lily white ass that went all in. I was pissed.

Anyways. So we’ve established that she’s an asshole, and also weird as fuck. Lets run a highlight reel of this person: obsessed with tiny houses, general asshole, also emotionally manipulative but I didn’t even get time to cover that, looks and acts like a particularly annoying 15 year old (I’m so sorry to 15 year olds, you all deserve better than being lumped in with this), has an obsession with bullying but defends her racism (???), has the aesthetic of someone who shops at Claires and the lost and found exclusively, every single character she writes is a self insert (and I hadn’t covered that either- fuck I have tales ok), constantly monopolizes class time by yapping about shit no one cares about, thinks the Big Bang Theory is a good show, can’t take criticism for shit, and has more confidence than Joss Whedon when he wrote Age of Ultron.

There is more people- I didn’t actually touch on the emotional manipulation, which often links in with the bullying obsession, or any of the self inserts let alone her actual attempts at story. I didn’t even touch on all her racist Facebook posts or that time she whined about the gender neutral Canadian anthem (changed recently), which resulted in my sourcing that the fucking anthem was gender neutral when it was written, then was changed, and is now being changed back so at least know the fucking history of the anthem before whining and crying about it being changed. This is just what I remembered off the top of my head.

A friend and I from class once went out with a bud of his and we were talking about her and halfway through I realized she sounds fake. It sounds like writers all sat down in a room and were like ‘what pile of weird and asshole traits can we give a person?’ and then we created her. But we did not, we would not intentionally let ourselves suffer that way. And, AND, this is key- you’ve all read my writing here. You know I can create whole worlds with various levels of efficacy- I’ve written almost 200 stories that I’ve put on my AO3- but I simply am not creative enough to invent this person. I never would have combined ‘racist, self insert writing, tiny house obsessed person who thinks the Human Centipede is a movie that makes you think’. I wish that last part was a fucking joke but that’s deadass a quote. It is not a movie that makes you think. Wolf of Wall Street is a movie that makes you think assuming you figure out its a satire intentionally making fun of every white male power fantasy ever, not the fucking human centipede.

Conclusion: If you are so generally off the rails that a writer who prefers writing fantasy and science fiction is not creative enough to have invented you you are Some Shit ok. Like Hannibal Lecter is a character someone invented and that guy probably couldn’t have come up with my seasonal nemesis ok. There’s just too much to unpack there and she’s too willing to throw it all at us like a monkey flinging turds. I can’t believe this is a real human being. I wish I didn’t know she was, but if I have to suffer so do all of you.

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Animorphs Liveblog #1

I borrowed Animorphs from some friends and liveblogged my thoughts for them. I thought some tumblr folks may enjoy them as well. Animorph content warning for fucked up shit. For kids!

The Invasion 1996 Jake is a Lizard, and this weird CG render of him in a shoe is actually pretty damn good for the time. I forgot about the flipbook corners. 

Everything I tell you is a lie, but you have to believe me The Andalites promised they'd rescue us, and knowing what I know I do not believe that a smidge Marco and Jake already already friends, Tobias is a new, awkward guy, Rachel is Jake's tall cool cousin, and Cassie is black and 'mythical' So begins the heteros Tell me more about Jake's brother Tom and how you two have become distant Cool one sentence into each girl and I love them both already. Fuck the patriarchy! But also being a girl in public is scary Ha. Ax murderers.at the construction site. Ax. They're 13 right? Babies but also I call bullshit on towns with walking distance malls Marco was right Jake the idiot Shit wait which one dies how bad will I regret reading this? I get Tobias man. Looking at that sky. Also Cassie just "ufo" Marco is looking to make a buck off a ufo sighting. Okay Jake is a dweeb so says Marco Oh no baby bird you're clearly the best dude curse eager bird men We all just stood there like fools Hey the ship is burned and some of it has been melted! Also blue lights because all technology has glowing blue lights Jake's family has a minivan (oh god these are small children), and Marco wants to be on Letterman. Letterman Oh god right it's '96 you have to Go Somewhere to Call Someone. Wow 96 was I was 5 I just turned 27 Technology Rachel wants to Solve the spaceship and Cassie points out Star Trek is monolinguistic. As with all series, Girls. Blue deer-taur with no real mouth and extra eyes on stalks with scorpion tail. I've been meaning to re-read Wrinkle in Time, but I think when I first read that at like, 10, I pictured those blind creatures like this Please note, I recall fully reading one (1) of these books ever to completion. Rachel turned into a squid in that one Yes Ax does look like he can kill. I assume he does at some point Jake is almost crying upon seeing Ax, who already feels like a friend. Due to time travel and reincarnation, I am scared to find out why this is Yes I Am Dying. Oh aliens. This is not Ax, is it? Whoops Cassie's family are vets. And she's ready to jump into helping Hey whoever you are, just saying, it sounds like you're implying literally every other alien in the universe wants to kill us. Which is fair but Yeerks. Rat sized gray-green slug parasites ...How does this Andalite (right?) know none of them are controlled by a Yeerk right now? Marco is a bit of a pragmatist Oh jeez lingo uh let's see: Yeerks have Bug Fighters, a Blade Ship, Dracon Beams which destroy things to a molecular level, Andalites have a Dome Ship and Z-Space is a thing Expected Yeerk takeover time: A year or less Yikes Hey Jake fuck you get the box Ugh so straight Got the cube and hey look a hologram of their family WOW MEAN Ok so most (all?) Andlaties have a morph power to Alteans! blend in and hide also we acknowledge they are young Cassie and Tobias for best kids right now Two red streaks for Yeerks Bug fighters these are He looks at Tobias and feels weird like a chill. Normally I'd call Gay but predestination/time-travel/something is up ...How do they know how long two Earth hours are? Oh shit Visser Three. And he can Morph that's uh legit concerning? How'd he get that and what horrible things have he done? Has? Have or has? Also, what WILL he do? Third black ship, and what's his alien touched Tobias' head and did/conveyed Something Oh cool construction equipment just pfffff'd out because a giant battleaxe ship with scimitar wings Was this ship designed by the Hork-Bajir, who have blades on their wrists elbows knees and tails, and t-rex feet and falcon-beaked snake heads with three horns. Who are good people but all (?) controlled Taxxons are Big centipedes with lobster claw hands, jello eyes, and a top mouth that's a pointy circle Again, I demand quick satisfaction as to the positive vibes they get from Andalite1 Ah Visser Three is a controller of an Andaltie. Who was that Andalite? Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul is a mouthful So if he takes over enough places, Visser will become One. Who's the current One? Oh cool we're being targeted because we're over-populated compared to other species Humans behind the Visser? Is it ya'll? Please be ya'll I love me time-travel angst Now V3 is a big Monster and we're blowing up ships and I know this is a construction site but where is anyone else? Aw Jake you wanted to help. That's dumb but aw Death count: 1 Are Taxxons the ever-hungry aliens I've heard about? Or do the Yeerks just think it's fun to eat a dead guy? Oh cool those were Human Controllers and Jake seems to know one. I assume it's big bro? Most people are crying and Macro pukes I HEAR THAT FRIENDS Split up? Jinkies Rachel knows bad words. WHAT ARE THE WORDS K.A.APPLEGATE. TELL ME THE FORBIDDEN LANGUAGE (I assume Son of a Bitch from context but shout out to Rachel if it's Fucker) They can kind of speak English? Ghafrash? Hobo man: maybe dead? Probably dead Jake's strongest real memory is of aliens smiling at him. Get it boy-you're a child get nothing please So you're not close with Tobias, but you know he has a cat named Dude. Also: Cat is named Dude I love it BTW Jake, noticing another dude is Glowing? ;) Oh dang so Tobias doesn't know his Dad, Mom just left him around ten, and we're on a coast, with his aunt living on the other because his uncle is on this one How long does it take to morph? This sounds like a concerning amount of time Multiple minutes. Alright. Nightmareish. Side note: semi-crouching warped human with long butt and stubbed feet stage of morphing in the corner here Watching someone morph into a cat is giggle inducing. I will cherish these times won't I Telepathy is a good, easy answer to lots of questions about weird powers and communication Two year old string in a messy room. Boy Ha naked. Also the cat instincts mean ...oh dear this is gonna cause problems Why does Tobias get to decide Jake is the leader also why Jake? Not why like bleh why him but plot-wise something is the pre-meditated choice Homer the dog. You watch The Simpsons boy? Taking the dna puts the animal in a trance and it doesn't hurt to morph Bones feel like they should hurt yeah that sounds right Scrapping sounds are wonderful Right you're not just A Dog you're The Dog you took from Awww you're not a bad dog Jake. And Tobias is a good kid. And damn it I did not want to right about the brother. Cassie has a farm and big brother Tom is in a club called the Sharing He's obviously a Controller, but also "It's just sports" I'm pro-anti-sports but anti-cult clubs UGH WE HAVE TO RECYCLE Jake pls Wildlife rehabilitation. Convenient to touch wild animals also a cow Plus zoo mom so let's all be giraffes Dang kids with their fireworks, taking over humanity and making cops somehow worse Marco is scared and picky and right poor kid Who also has reasons? Tell me more Mom body was never found, Dad can't be around people. Ouch Cassie is not only cool enough to have clothes, but can control the morph enough to play centaur "We want them real bad" jesus yeerk cop, tone it down will ya? Hey you look like your brother- come to our yeerk cult Help endangered species? You mean like *eyebrow waggle* Is Tobias/Rachel a thing? CD game we were going to play on my computer. Wow Hey not-Tom, why would these kids have read anything in a newspaper? Wow this is shamelessly manipulative and creepy and thanks Applegate for teaching kids to be reasonably creeper out by overly forceful and manipulative folks Jake honey Marco is right please stop living in denial Let's remind Tobias, who is already a hawk, about the time limit Feathers made of wax. This boy is going to fly too long in the sun And then he was naked because boys don't care about that too much I guess?  So as long as the DNA isn't bad for any reason, the state of the animal doesn't matter. What about dead animals? Let Tobias be superman. Poor kid Yeerk pools have Kandrona rays, and Yeerks have to go back into a pool every three days. Yeerk home sun particles Protect this child who can't fight for himself but will fight for the world Time to infiltrate I guess? Gotta sneak into this night volleyball game They live near a beach I suspect this is Cali, like all kid lit about young teens unless it's from the UK Can you grab a morph from a friend if they've changed into a whatever? Kids and Adults? Smidge weird Poor actual Tom trying to protect Jake They Would notice a horse wouldn't they? Tobias hun no please don't make excuses I know being human sucks but come on Oh course the Assistant Principal is a big bad Convert or kill. Yeesh Evil cops also Cassie being Black makes vague threats uhhh worse Let Jake be a dog! Ok but just pet all the animals? Lizard yes but deer? Wolf? Buzzards? Wildcat? I just climbed into my locker all cool like playing it chill because everyone climbs into lockers all the time This is a very small lizard The animal brains being way more in control is fucked up Cool so you just almost was stepped on, lost a body part, and have a still semi-alive spider inside your body after having seen an alien be eaten and knowing your brother is alive but controlled and may be sent to kill you. For kids! And of course the brain slug pool is under the school Do ya'll remember that Nick show about the bully who like, was about to die or was cursed, and he was a dog and only one kid could hear him and no one remembered him and he had to do a bunch of good stuff to be human again? Locking children into animal forms is a special kind of 90's torture I think Rachel/Tobias is a hard thing and good because someone needs to love this kid my word I appreciate Marco though. Hey shit head this is a dumb plan but you're my best friend so I'm in or what fucking ever. Asshole I liked Cassie's little speech about Mother Earth Marco named the band. Marco is a good shit, but what does it even mean that Jake's always been a Lizard? Are you calling him cold-blooded? Flaky? A bug eater? No family guest passes for the zoo? I don't know what Bush Gardens are but is this that? Roller Coasters and Monkeys Big Jim the gentle gorilla. Also bless Jake for riling Marco up Let's drive! hits wall Go right says Jake. Marco goes left You had a chance at a rhino Marco has a dark and tanned face Male siberian tiger. I assume if you turn into THAT animal, you can be a boy turning into a girl hyena or a girl becoming a boy turtle right? He's majestic and doesn't seem like he cares about you as long as you don't run Lol ya'll almost died from a tiger? Sure you did Jake's mom is a writer who is opposed to any TV but her own. Dad is a jokester. Is it Jake's mom who dies? I know a mom dies Dad is a doctor Cassie where are you did you get home from the zoo are you okay? Okay Rachel and Tobias are just a thing already ok. Oh cool the cop has Cassie I fear for her We are Controllers. We are here to... Kandrona, Please give us the girl for... evil? Great plan If you're so advanced, why don't you have elevators- me at Akio So large underground city, small pool, cages 10 people per, aliens, construction equipment Can Tobias communicate with Cassie from where they are? Yeahhhh people volunteering to be controlled by evil alien slugs sounds sadly right. And hey, you get to watch TV Poor Tom. And Rachel is ready to fuck shit up. One alien of each two kinds dead, and a human controller flung somewhere to maybe live? Elephant and Tiger time And Marco is a gorilla Later you would think about this moment WHY WHAT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN TOM'S FREE AND WE'RE SAVING CASSIE RIGHT? Can horses stairs? V3 thinks they're Andalites. Ouch. Also where's Ax? 8 legs and 8 arms with 3 fingered claws, and 8 heads, tall as a tree. Vriska's aliensona Oh good and it shoots fireballs from its mouth Mouths Jesus Marco just twisted a guy in half and his guts spilled out. Alien guy but still Gotta love half morphed elephant ladies with shriveled trunk faces Something happened to the cop, and Cassie won't say what. Hum Tom is captured again. But you all saves One (1) human woman. It's a fucking start kids. And Tobias done fucked up. Wonderful. End Book #1. 

Oh cool now I can finally start listening to Morph Club, an Animorph pocast by some cool kids

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Unifying With Your Light

Unifying With Your Light

By A Gift From Gaia

Mercury enters Leo and begins its journey with a square off with our Moon.

Today is most definitely another day to pay attention, to the reality and the data feedback you receive but most importantly to the dialogue within.

Mercury our planet of information, technology, conversation, all forms of data input and output is in Leo, the regal Leo, the light of our zodiac, however as we know, there are octaves within the spectrum, today in the lowest octaves it will show a rather narcisstic couple of days, too much output and close down the input, people with emotional wounding do love to hear the sound of their own voices, like stuck records repeating their wounding to all who will listen, of course folk don’t do this for the answer, those stuck cannot see past their perceived suffering but instead they are requiring their need of attention, many see this attention as love, which is why they react so badly once this outlet is stopped.

Respect and responsibility are the keys here, be aware of your energy, ask yourself is this person really going to help themselves or am I being drawn into their need for feed, am I stroking their ego, and not forgetting, if this is you on the receiving end of this….what do I need to learn here.

And yet this transition in its highest octaves will be opening you right up to our quantum field enabling you to receive the data and wisdom you require in each moment.

The best key i can give you today is that of the alignment of thoughts, feelings and actions.

If your thought and feelings are not in sync with your actions, if you are begrudging, if you are thinking thoughts of truth and yet still serving your reality as expected by others then you are out of alignment.  We step back into alignment by simply sharing out truth within.

Now with fiery Leo there are times that the information will burst out, before you even think, complete unconscious patterning will be ridiculously easy to spot, those knee jerkers, those act first think laters, and with Mars now finishing up his degrees in Cancer….let’s just say the explosions could well be loud.

A lesson in conscious versus unconscious and the key here is to step away, go within and realise how and why you manifested the experience AND then DEAL from this new awareness.

Confidence is something that will now be highlighted, the anxiety begins to increase in those who need to crack the belief that they hold no confidence and in the higher octaves of those settling into the new frequency template from the Solstice will be stabilising in the new space and realising their new value system.

This takes time and boy do I understand this space, I will still be away from the gloop of social media for the next few days, well as long as it will take for me to continue this energetic integration…let’s just say the work I have coming through is a game changer.

Your reality is bound to feel scattered whilst you are realising your way through this journey, the 4th frequency is the most confusing of all spaces, the loudest, because it is the most unstable, which reflects your instability, how you feel, your reality, everything is high highs and low lows and this is what you have been programmed to believe is life, is normal, no….it’s the matrix and the beginning of witnessing the distortions, it is the mind awakening stage, where everything gets blown, where everything is suppose to trigger you so that you can question your belief systems and realise, finally, that NONE of your beliefs are aligned to light, that your complete existence has been spoon fed by others being spoon fed, like the Human centipede, the transferal of 💩 from one to another, and as we go deeper into the rabbit hole we see that our entire world that we know is one huge lie….and then what….we begin the heart awakening which is only possible once you surrender and EVERYTHING you are now experiencing is attempting to get your attention FOR you to realise and release to allow you to begin the heart awakening and unifying with your light.

The eclipse is fast approaching and I will be back to explain more but for now the words that rebound off the walls of my skull are….

GET YOUR HOUSE IN ORDER

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[marauders70s]

So recently I’ve seen a lot of tumblr posts about Ms. Frizzle being a witch in a muggle community (as a teacher of pre-Hogwarts magical students who may not know about the w/w community). I’m 100% on board.

But something I REALLY want is Harry meeting Ms. Frizzle...so I wrote a drabble.

c. Summer holidays 2004 - Harry, Ginny, and Luna aged 24. Hermione aged 25. - The Rookery, the Lovegood Home near Ottery St. Catchpole.

“Harry, come in!” Luna beamed. “Ginny and Hermione are already here.”

“Ron sends his apologies,” Harry fumbled for a moment over the doorstep to take off his shoes and socks. Luna was adamant that he might step on the dust sprites otherwise. “He’s tied up with the Shop. He and George are really working to overhaul.”

“That��s alright,” Luna smiled dreamily. “Dad’s not here either. He’s gone on a fishing trip.”

“Your dad fishes?” 

“Not for fish,” Luna said eagerly. “He sends messages down to the local river folk with a sinking bottle and they write back. He’s looking for the Australian bunyip that’s supposed to have come through the waters over Russia.”

“Of course,” Harry shook his head. He shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Come into the garden,” Luna beamed. “The weather is gorgeous.”

Harry followed Luna through the new pattern - so familiar now - of the Rookery. Most of it had been destroyed in the Graphorn blast in six years previous, but Minister Shacklebolt - on Hermione’s insistence - had set up a war relief fund to help survivors rebuild. Most had gone into Hogwarts, and for a brief, painful moment, Harry felt his heart squeeze. He averted his gaze as they passed a bright purple wall, covered floor to ceiling in moving photographs of a laughing, blonde haired woman, cooing over a baby, or teaching a young Luna how to pour potions with fire tongs. 

Luna’s scatterbrain hid a deep intuitiveness, and she paused before the wall, sensing Harry’s discomfort. “I do miss her,” she said, staring at the pictures with her bulbous, frost blue eyes. She turned them on Harry. “I miss her every day.”

Harry didn’t know why fhe was blinking so hard behind his glasses but he only nodded, managing. “We all do...we miss them all.”

Luna reached out to touch a framed shadowbox of a lock of hair wrapped around a birch wand. “But remembering is important,” she said simply. “Come on, you won’t believe how big Ivy is getting.”

Harry followed her out the great back of the house, which had been completely folded away for the summer weather. Huge, garage-like paned windows made up the entire back of the Rookery. His heart seized up a moment when he saw her. It still did. Every time.

Ginny and Hermione were sitting at a table under a century old oak tree. The table, like most things Luna owned, was a battered pastel - light blue - and had an eclectic patchwork quilt of a tablecloth spread with tea things. There were places set for animals as well, and Harry noticed one plate was still swimming in blood. He squeezed his bare feet in the cool grass as he crossed over to the table.

“Hello stranger,” Hermione said, wrinkling her nose at him as she pointed her wand at her bushy hair. It cinched into a bun on the top of her head as she fanned the back of her neck.

“Long time,” he teased back. They had seen each other the same morning in the elevator. Harry had exited to the Auror’s offices, and Hermione had continued to the Department of Magical Law where her current campaign was wage equality for Being status creatures.

“You look beautiful,” he told Ginny, who was braiding her own long hair by hand, scowling at him. 

“No I don’t,” she said crossly. “I’m sweating like a troll and I’m fat and I’m hungry.”

“Harry’s here, so we can eat,” Luna promised, waving a wand over the table. The water - which had been drunk dry - was refilled by a steaming kettle. Lemonade and ice filled a waiting pitcher. Peaches, plums, and raspberries filled the cups alongside tea cakes. “And you are not fat,” she added unnecessarily. “You are just very pregnant.”

Ginny leveled a look at Harry, who only laughed, and swooped in to kiss the side of her neck. 

She writhed away. “GET OFF,” she barked. “It’s a thousand degrees and you haven’t shaved!”

“Down girl,” Harry snickered, offering her a plate meekly he had spelled together.

She hissed back at him like an angry cat, but took the plate mollified, while Hermione buttered toast for him and Luna. 

“Any day now,” Hermione said placatingly. “He’ll come any day now.”

“He will not,” moaned Ginny as she spooned loose leaf - collected by Luna herself - into a strainer. “He’ll live in me forever. He’s set up camp. He’s not coming out. I’ll never play quidditch again.”

“You could play quidditch now,” Harry pointed out. “You just might tump sideways off your broom. People might mistake you for the bludger. If you scored you’d count for two! If...”

Ginny chucked a perfectly good bun at his head for that, and it bounced off his glasses and rolled into the grass where it was immediately snatched up by Luna’s puffskein Fauntleroy. Fauntleroy often played with Ginny’s pygmy puff Arnold, but while hers was the miniature version, Fauntleroy was close to twenty pounds and roughly the size and shape of a quaffle. 

“Well I’m never having any human children,” Luna said serenely. “Ivy keeps me perfectly busy.”

“Where is Ivy?” Harry asked curiously, looking around.

“She ate all her steak and snuck off,” Ginny glowered. “She was fed before we were!”

Luna gave a trilling call. “Ivy! Ivy love, come here!”

A long black neck poked up out of the shrubbery. 

“There she is,” Luna said, quite unnecessarily, as the yearling thestral extricated herself gawkily from the bushes and came trotting over eagerly, looking around with white, bulging eyes for any promise of more food.

“No more!” Hermione laughed as Ivy nuzzled her neck. “You’ll get fat!”

Harry returned Ginny a look as Ivy was - as all thestrals - skeletal. Ivy was a gift from Hagrid, who trusted Luna to look after her. Luna often fostered the thestrals that needed a little extra care before they returned to their herd at Hogwarts. Yet Harry suspected Ivy would not be leaving; Luna had been given her the same day Ivy was born to a dead mother, and they were inseparable. He suspected Hagrid was trying to create a secondary herd out in the countryside around Ottery St. Catchpole, as thestrals were widely hunted and endangered. Luna would be the perfect custodian.

They chatted for a time while Luna stroked Ivy’s long neck, but when it became apparent more food that Ivy cared for (besides ivy nettles, long centipedes, and bloody meat) would not be forthcoming, the thestral wandered back into the shrubbery.

“Luna?” It was a woman’s voice, and the three of them looked at one another in surprise as Luna looked about.

“Outside!” she called back, obviously unperturbed that a strange woman was in her house.

“Were you...expecting someone?” Hermione asked tentatively.

“Oh no,” Luna said, smiling as she quartered a peach. “But friends can just drop by.”

Hermione’s mouth looked a bit like McGonagall’s, or as if she had eaten something quite sour. Unexpected drop ins were not the Granger-Weasley way, although Ron would be far more amenable than Hermione.

“What about family?” said the voice again, as a woman stepped out the doors onto the grass.

“Aunt Valerie!” Luna leapt to her feet and dashed from the table, skipping lightly over the grass to embrace the woman.

Harry would not have needed any introduction to spot that the newcomer was related to Luna. Her clothes were even more eclectic - hard to do - as she was wearing a dress covered in a moving pattern of blooming flowers. She had earrings made of literal flower bulbs; they kept shedding dirt on her shoulders. Her hair - like Luna’s - was a mass of wavy hair. Unlike Luna’s, it was a light orange and pushed into a messy beehive held in place with her wand. She had Luna’s same frost blue eyes, pale complexion, and slightly crooked nose. Luna was chatting volubly as she led her by the hand back to the table.

“These are my friends,” and Luna beamed the way that always made Harry’s stomach swoop when Luna said it. Like she was both proud and disbelieving. “Harry Potter, Ginny Potter, and Hermione Granger-Weasley.”

“And?” asked the woman, glancing pointedly at Ginny’s stomach.

“James Potter the second,” Harry said quickly, afraid Ginny might unhinge her jaw and swallow the woman whole. To his surprise, she laughed.

“If you stick around long enough, he might come meet you before dinnertime.”

“Wouldn’t that be lovely!” exclaimed the woman in a loud, sing-song voice. Like Luna, she tended to stress words without seeming rhyme or reason. There was something about the voice that puzzled Harry.

“This is my Aunt Valerie,” Luna introduced, holding out a chair for her aunt as she settled down. “She’s my mother’s sister.”

“Pandora,” agreed Valerie, still smiling. “And what are we doing here?”

“It’s a garden party,” said Luna in delight, and Harry realized guiltily that this set up he had taken for granted had probably taken Luna time to prepare. She might have been planning for days. From the look he got from Hermione - cool approval at his finally noticing - he guessed he was right.

“How marvelous,” said Valerie, and it clicked into place for Harry.

“You’re American?” he blurted. 

“Yes, I live in America,” she corrected tacitly. “I’m a teacher.”

“A professor?” asked Hermione eagerly.

“No, I teach third grade! It’s the most fun I’ve ever had!”

“At a magical school?” Hermione tried again. “I don’t know anything about American wizarding education!”

This was a lie, and it made Harry grin. Hermione knew a little bit about everything, thanks to reading and genuine curiosity. After the Quidditch Cup in 1994, he discovered she had researched the history of Quidditch in Bulgaria and Ireland extensively since its inception after Aztec and Greek wizarding societies met.

“No! I teach at a muggle school!”

Even Ginny looked up from plowing through a third bowl of berries. Harry couldn’t tear his gaze from her stained red lips.“What?” she asked in astonishment. “But why?” 

“It’s so much more fun!” Valerie beamed. “When the students don’t know they’re going to be witches and wizards.”

“You teach a muggle born class?” asked Hermione in mixed shock and amazement. “And you don’t tell them?”

“And ruin the fun?” laughed Valerie. “What good would that do?”

“Auntie V,” Luna interrupted. “They don’t understand your curriculum. Explain it properly.”

“Well,” and Harry could have sworn the bulb earrings glowed for a moment. “What would you all like to learn about here? Moona?”

Luna beamed at the nickname, and looked around. “Oh, I don’t know...how about...the sun?” she turned her eyes back to the table, blinking sunspots away.

“Well we know about the sun,” said Hermione, glancing at Harry and Ginny before faltering. “D-don’t we?”

“I’d like to learn,” Harry said firmly, and was gratified when Luna’s nervousness melted into pride.

“Sounds like,” Valerie said, quickly dabbing her mouth but not touching her wand. “It’s time for a field trip!”

Want a drabble? Ask!

[kaylacoursolle-blog]

Monster girl dating

   “What if she doesn’t like me?” Ash hooks her thumbs through the hoops on her pants and tugs her pants upwards as she stares at her form in the mirror. Nal sits on the bed, with a folded wing rested underneath her head as she stares at Ash’s back.

   “Well, you look good for starters. Don’t need to worry about that. Just get yourself ready, and relax. They’re probably thinking the same thing. They’re ….what again?”

   “A human. A normal human… I can’t do this. I should just cancel the date before we go any further.” The slime holding Ash together starts to droop down, giving her a bloated and stubby appearance. The button pops out from her pants, and hits the mirror before dropping to the floor. Ash hangs her arms in shame, with a look of defeat frozen on her face. All the slime on her body moves downwards, looking like melting ice cream.

   “Girl, stop thinking.” Nal ruffles her feathers, and stands up from the bed, coming to Ash’s side. “You look good. It’s not like you can’t date humans. That law was passed last year. Look on the bright side.” One short-gray feathered friend stands beside a taller green-slime friend in the mirror as they both gaze at the mirror.

  “You’re right. You’re always right.” Ash exhales, her shoulders shifting forward, and then she sniffs, and sucks in air. The slime lifts itself upwards. While most of the slime collects itself back to form a body, the rest falls uselessly on the floor and pools. “Sorry about this.” Ash leans over to cup the slime, but Nal stops her, pressing a wing against Ash’s chest.

  “Don’t. It’s fine.” Instead, Nal lowers herself to the floor and puts her wings underneath the slime. Most of the slime rises with her wings, and she holds it up to Ash. “Here.”

Ash tucks a strand of gooey hair behind an ear and takes the slime away from Ash. “Thank you. I mean it.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Nal collects the rest of the slime as best as she can, and passes it back over to Ash. “Let’s get you something nice to wear. I don’t think those pants are going anywhere without that button.” Nal motions with one wing towards Ash’s pants, which have parted at the top. Ash blushes in response, but agrees.

   “Excuse me,” Ash pushes her way through the hot and crowded walkway, forcing her way to the restaurant. The air is stuffy, making it hard to breathe. On the street is an overturned truck labelled in pop letters Lemonways. Bright yellow liquid seeps from fallen cases of the drink, soaking the road. A disgusting aroma still fills the area. People stand on the sidewalk and stare as a few floating spherical robots investigate the destruction. One beams an orange light at the middle of the fallen cases, and the beam scans the spillage. Several beings in the crowd chatter and discuss what may have occurred.

   “Excuse me,” Ash calls out again, putting an arm in front of herself and slowly moving someone to the side as she tries to get through. A purple-scaled figure moves around in place as it feels itself pushed, and looks around--no, it doesn’t. As Ash glances at this person, she notices no eyes located anywhere on its head. Its jaws unhinge themselves, then hinge. It reaches forward and one claw slowly feels Ash’s shoulder nearby. Its claws slowly dig into her arm, and slime covers its hand.

   “Sorry. Coming through.” The lizardman gargles as Ash moves forward again, leaving the person behind. As she leaves, she hears the man call out “Expilzi cued tec mam” which she could only assume to mean “Watch where you’re going.”

  A long blue skyline stretches out in front of Ash’s eyes, filled with buildings that reach out to the clouds.  Quiet pop music echoes around the elevator as it gets lifted higher and higher. While Ash can reach out and touch the glass that around her that allows her to look outside, she doesn’t, afraid that it might suddenly break if she presses against it too hard. Her legs get jiggly as vibrations get passed through her, and if she could vomit at this current time, she most certainly would. The higher up the elevator goes, the smaller the world seems, and the more deadlier the drop. She rises up above a golden taxi that drives underneath, and it zooms around the corner without any heed that it could have crashed into the elevator. Ash shakes her fist at the disappearing taxi, then sighs, glancing back out the glass. Soon, the elevator enters a small tube, and a small light in the interior of the elevator flicks on. She rises higher and higher, and then finally, it stops.   

  At long last, the elevator door slides open, and a gentle warm air fills the elevator. Ash turns around, and is greeted by peach-colored walls. A few paintings of the owner of the restaurant and their family hang on the walls. At the far end of the hallway stands a centipede-looking creature, with dozens of legs. It wears a waiter’s outfit, and impressively, several holes have carefully been made so that the creature could slip its legs through and be comfortable. It greets Ash with a small bow, and it takes a menu off the small desk in front of it.

    “Greetings ma’am. Do you have a reservation?” Its accent comes out thick and strong, making Ash stop and run over the words the waiter told her.    

  “U-uh, yes… yes. I uh… I’m waiting for someone.” Ash tugs at her gray purse, pulling it towards her chest. Her eyes flick to the ground for a few seconds, then up at the creature’s large head. “I think she may already be here.”   

  “Let’s see.” One of the centipede’s long arms take a stylus off the desk, and clicks a small button on the side. A blue-tinted hologram appears in front of the centipede, filled with people’s portraits and notes beside each person. The centipede uses the stylus to scroll down and down until it finally lands on two portraits: one of Ash and the other of a human woman. It seems to click its tongue, and it presses the button, which makes the hologram disappear.   

 “Follow me, ma’am. Your table is 57K.” The centipede turns away from the small table, and skittles away towards two large doors that lead into the restaurant. It reaches forward with two legs and opens the door wide for Ash to enter. Hotter air hits Ash’s face, and flows past her into the other room. A long red carpet stretches out across the floor, and crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling. Clothed tables lie in wait, many of them already filled up as different species mingle and eat dinner. The people chatter away to their partners, and a few laugh in the distance.

  The waiter leads Ash away from the noise to another room, where the sound of gentle music in the background can clearly be heard. The two walk for a little until the centipede nears her table.    

  A quiet melody hangs in the air. A calm woman waits at the table, wearing an orange dress that becomes layered at the bottom. Her gray belt wraps around her waist, adding to her look. Ash and the woman meet eyes, and the woman gives a slight nod in acknowledgement, smiling. The waiter brings Ash over, and she seats down across from the woman.

  “May you two have a good evening. A waitress will be with you shortly.” The centipede takes its leave, and hurries away from the table.    

  “How are you?” The woman asks, but to Ash, it rang beautifully in her ears. The woman clasps her hands together, gazing thoughtfully into Ash’s eyes.   

  “You’re beautiful. You’re way out of my league.” Ash plants her hands against her cheeks, and awkwardly looks down, staring at the table as if it is on her level. The woman slowly reaches forward and places a few fingers on her arm.

  “You’re beautiful too.” Ash slowly raises her eyes to meet the woman’s. The woman smiles again, and takes her hand back.

  “I should be the one embarrassed. I asked you out, remember? I thought you would have said no. Even in this day and age, a lot of people don’t want to date thicker people like me. So thank you, really.” Her chubby cheeks lift in glee. “

  “Don’t be nervous. We have to stay calm together.”   

  “You don’t mind my ….physique? I’m drooping everywhere right now.” Ash laughs nervously, and plays with her hair.    

  “Of course not. But let’s talk about something else. Something to take your mind off everything.”    

  Ash looks over at her again, hesitates, then gives a slight nod.    

  “I heard there’s a cafe opening up near this restaurant. Do you know anything about it?”   

  Ash’s eyes spark up, and she almost immediately begins to speak.

  “The Sweetheart’s Delight Cafe? I know of it. The owner is setting it up so that every cup comes with a treat. I… at least think.”  

  “Don’t doubt yourself. Go on.” The woman slowly lowers her chin onto her hands and stares at Ash. She motions with her hands for Ash to continue. Ash hesitates, but starts speaking again.

  “I really like how they’re approaching it. If they see that someone is alone, they urge that person to sit with another lonely person. It’s kinda cute. And…”    

  The woman slowly nods as she listens to Ash speak. The two order their drinks and food, and continue on with their conversation. Their chatter flows into the sweetness of the night.