#anyways i’m weird with christmas but like this year i’m mostly just wanting the year to be over

[gregmarriage]

okay, so i found a old xmas scooby from when i was wee, and put new batteries in it, because i was curious and…

I FORGOT THATS WHAT HE DOES

[metalichotchoco]

The similarity and differences between Peter Parkers in these movies ( ones specifically named ‘Peter Parker’) is wildly fascinating to me

Welcome to the Peter essay (sorry no mla format)

The most obvious connection the movie wants you to make is between Ripeter and Pb. They are introduced one after another, they are one of miles’ biggest relationships in the film and both have their faces shown and out during most of it. Pb’s nickname literally is a reference to a -b list actor. He’s the second, not as good one.

Neither of the two meet but I’m so burningly curious what they’d even say to each other. It’s like staring at a warped mirror, your own face reflected back at you but it’s off.

We will never get these answers because this isn’t Peter’s story or movie and that’s a good thing. But that’s exactly what fanfiction is for. Anyways let’s talk about the other Peter that shows up in itsv.

Spiderman noir himself, in contrast to the first dynamic this one is barely even grazed. Mostly because noir doesn’t take off his mask besides one flashback and two they are so wildly different in comparison to Ripeter and him. He’s not standard spiderman all that but he also lives in a completely separate time period so it’s hard to see him as a Peter if he just did things differently or lived a bit longer but rather as his own entity entirely.

For the record I’m not going to be talking about lizard Peter as he’s got so little screen/ reference time in these films but it is important to note his insecurity, his vulnerability and the fact that this is most Peter’s experiences in highschool without powers. He’s an origin point but he is his own character as well.

Pb is jaded that is the best way to describe him, he’s self centered, self destructive, a cynical burn out who’s world weary, emotionally compromised and sarcastic especially before he gets his life back together. We don’t get much of Ripeter but the directors made him to be as competent as possible, snarky, determined, heroic, quintessential spider stuff, but he is tired, he’s trying but it’s not enough, he literally breaks down on a Christmas album he’s recording.Noir is “hard boiled, he’s rebellious, dramatic,hardworking but fight happy,chaotic and quick to adapt,genuine but suppresses his own emotions. He’s meant to be a love letter to those films but he’s got so much more to him than a couple gimmicks. The way he so freely says I love you and means it isn’t a trait either of the other spiders would do. It’s not indicative of the genre either.

The thing that connects all these people besides their names is the trait of being weary, ranging from being exhausted Ripeter to a straight up burnt out peter b. Noir is tired too but he’s not constrained the same way the others are, he’s tired of the tragedies that go on not the repetitive nature of being a spider for a long time,he’s angry. He loses everything but he lashes back at the world. The tiredness he feels motivates him in a way. Pb shuts down when the people he loves leave or die, he essentially regresses to being that same weird nerdy antisocial kid all those years ago. Ripeter doesn’t have any of his family and loved ones die or leave so he ends up being the one to leave them but you can see how he could very well be pb if that were to happen to him.

Lastly I wanna talk about their relationships to miles, being the only character to have interacted with all of them

Ripeter’s relationship is also interesting to look back in hindsight since the news that if he hadn’t been bitten, Peter wouldn’t have died hurts miles the most out of all the things Miguel says to him. Miles was a fan of Peter, not to the extent ganke was but he looked up to him and throughout the film he spends the majority of it trying to make good on Peter’s last wish/ words. He literally tries to emulate him, seen in the fact he buys a Halloween costume of his outfit when told to hide his face. Peter for his part is so relieved and happy to know he’s not alone, this event is likely what would’ve stopped him from being pb. He recognizes that there’s danger and doesn’t expect him to do things alone like he did, he wants miles to not have to go through what he had to. Miles ends up having to go through what he had to very intentionally ironically. But the way that Ripeter is and what he represents to miles is why Pb is setup for disappointment. The arc is wrapped up when miles uses one of his old suits and spray paints something new with it. Becoming a hero in his own right but having his legacy being the thing that backs it. The suit being critiqued in spider society is interesting because it can be read that he’s just a pale imitation, crudely painted over top of something he was never a part of. Something perfect that he ruined.

Peter b and Miles’ relationship is essentially the entirety of the first film, and to a certain point it’s half of the second too. Peter’s advice aren’t things you really wanna know as a superhero but they are valid. It’s boring and practical, not the flashy excitement miles was hoping for. In the end he does seem to take hold of it though judging by miles’ baby powder sponsorship. From initially ditching him to being his biggest advocate, Peter’s opinion shifts quickly for the kid. It’s an arc that resolves in the second movie when he literally has fixed his relationship and had a kid because of miles, one he’s absolutely crazy for. He becomes a pseudo father figure to him in a sense. One with a completely opposite approach to it than his actual father, miles in turn learns from both, the boring parts too. It’s why Peter’s betrayal hurts more, we don’t know his exact reasons but we know he doesn’t hold any actual malice towards the kid and he doesn’t agree with the chase either, their relationship will need repaired but I believe these two can do it.

Noir and miles don’t have a ton of one on one interactions but we do see the dynamic they have which is more than some. The way he regards miles and his situations are very interesting. The most obvious scene is when we get “surprise attack!�� Where he is sparing with miles in order to get him ready for what kingpin has in store for him. There’s a clear difference between this scene and one where noir is fighting someone else or even miles fighting another spider, this isn’t noir beating up miles and taking his lunch money this is a warm up. He encourages miles even when he’s asking if he can close off his own feelings so that he doesn’t have to bear the weight of his morally ambiguous actions. He wants miles to be ready to be a spider, with all that entails. There’s a lot of unpleasantness that comes with it which isn’t something either of the other Peters truly bring up. When they all huddle together Peter brings up they are doing this right in front of him, sorta confused. I think it’s fun to see that noir personally probably would’ve just said the things he was thinking and concerned about to miles directly. His poor kid line from pb and miles argument sounds like he can relate to his feelings of frustration of wanting to do more but not being ready to. His reaction to miles freaking out over the fact that the prowler is his uncle is to say that’s a pretty hardcore origin story, not realizing that’s insensitive before peni elbows him. It’s like telling a kid that a scratch will heal into a cool scar. Making good out of bad. The last one is when he leaves, he in no uncertain terms, tells him that he loves them all. There’s no caveats to it, there’s no conditions there’s just unconditional support. Nothing in the second movie complicates this either, he is not in spider society. He never chases him,he never lies or sells him out and he is one of the first responders when miles is in trouble. It makes sense since he’s not in a lot of movie but miles’ relationships to other characters with similar screen time are actually wildly different.

Most of the Peter’s in this movie are dead, like half. Technically more than half of you think noir has been revived already in this canonicity. They’ve also got really confirmable ages. Pb is 38 in itsv, Ripeter is 26 when he died. To me noir is tricky but I always draw him in the 21-35 age range it’s funny if he’s young .

Tell me if I missed anything I have severe brainrot for this series in general

[decks-writing-blog]

Here to Stay Drabbles: Actually My Nephew

Summary: Did Gordon tell the team about Joshua? How is his relationship with his parents?

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“Hey, Mr. Freeman,” Tommy said, cutting into the lull in conversation left by the waiter leaving upon finishing noting down their order. “Didn’t you say once that you have a kid? … Or um, had a kid, I guess. Lot of people died during the incident. So maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up but I saw those kids over there,” he gestured to the family of four, including two children, a seated a few booths down and across from them, “and suddenly remembered that you told us about that. Sorry if I um… messed up bringing it up or whatever.”

Gordon took a breath to assure him it was fine but Bubby, sitting directly across from him, cut in first. “Wait, fuck, I forgot about that. You’ve been grieving a kid all this time? No wonder you’re so fucked up. Now I feel kinda bad for being an ass.”

Dr. Coomer sat next to Bubby, placing him next to Tommy and directly across from Benrey. “Sorry for your loss, Gordon. If you’d like, we could hold a memorial service for your dear son, lost in battle.”

“Nah, guys, I appreciate the thought but it’s fine. I never had a son. I was lying about that.”

Bubby frowned. “I take back what I said then, I don’t feel bad. … Okay, maybe I feel a little bad about the hand thing but we’re over that. Why’d you lie about having a kid? Real weird thing to lie about.”

Benrey, looking up from his Game Boy, answered for him. “He didn’t want us to know he was lonely and had no friends and stuff.”

Gordon sighed. “Yeah, what he said.” There was no use denying it. “But Joshua, the kid I said was my son, is actually my nephew. So it’s not like I found a picture of some random kid and claimed they were mine or whatever. Which means it’s not nearly as weird as it could’ve been. It is kinda weird though because I never met or talked to him in anyway but I put a picture of him in my locker anyway and then claimed he was my son. But because I’m never going to meet him or talk to my sister again, it’s fine. And that picture was from like five years ago so he doesn’t even really look like that anymore. And also, more importantly, I’m not doing that lie anymore. It was pathetic and weird or whatever but it’s done now. So could we all pretend it never happened and move on?”

Of course, things were never so easy with the Science Team. Asking them to drop something was like asking a cat to do the same; sometimes they did and sometimes they didn’t give a damn. It was Tommy who got is two cents in first.

“But Mr. Freeman, how come you’ve never seen your nephew? I guess maybe they live far away but what about on holidays? I mean we get a whole three weeks off work for Christmas and New Year’s. Even if you don’t celebrate, why wouldn’t you go visit? I know if I had a nephew, I’d go visit him on holidays.”

Another thing Gordon didn’t want to talk about in a place they might be overheard. They’d purposefully chosen a time that it would be the less busy, meaning the chances of someone accidentally hearing something were higher since there was less noise to drown out individual voices. But these guys knew some of it already anyway. “Look, my family doesn’t approve of me, if you know what I mean. My sister isn’t as mad about it as our parents are but she thinks it’s just a phase that I’ll eventually get bored of. Meeting my nephew isn’t worth the hassle of dealing with all that.”

“Why don’t they approve of you?” Benrey asked, apparently interested enough in the conversation now to lower the Game Boy entirely. “Do they not like scientists?”

“That’s basically the only thing about me they do like.”

“It’s ‘cause he’s gay,” Bubby said. “Some idiots like to be weird about that kind of stuff.”

“First off, not gay, I’m bi. Second, that’s part of it but mostly it’s the whole being a guy thing they don’t like.”

“They uh… don’t approve of you being a guy?” In hindsight it made sense that Benrey didn’t get it. Gordon shouldn’t be surprised even if they have been living together for several months now. He wasn’t human thus the topic of gender probably wasn’t personally relevant to him to begin with. And after going through his files it was clear he didn’t have education on such matters and probably hadn’t been exposed to them much either.

Gordon would explain when they got home. Before he could say so though, Tommy chimed in instead. “Wait, that’s how you’re coming out to us? I mean… I guess it’s fine. You tell us you’re trans however is most comfortable for you, Mr. Freeman. It’s just kinda a weird way to do it. But I guess we did kinda coax out of you by asking about your family and stuff. Sorry.”

“Wait, I thought you guys knew that about me?” If Gordon had known they didn’t, he’d have indeed told them in a different way, namely not having his estranged family be an important part of the discussion. Not that they even really needed to know but they were his friends and Benrey was his partner so he wanted them to and had assumed they did.

“No, Gordon, we had no idea,” Dr. Coomer replied. “Congratulations on your transition.”

“Thanks but… we had a whole open and blatant conversation about my packer partially falling out of my pants. How did you guys not pick up on that?” Gordon had just been assuming everyone was cool with it. Which they seemed to be so that was nice but they hadn’t picked up on what seemed obvious to him. In hindsight, it wasn’t quite as obvious as it could’ve been, but still, the thought should’ve at least occurred to them, right?

“None of us were paying that much attention to anything Benrey said at that point,” Bubby said as he adjusted his glasses. “Because let’s be honest, he was kinda just saying stuff. Also, he called it your dick so I assumed, if it did happen at all, it probably was your dick. Which would mean that you had one and most people who have dicks are born with them.”

“Damn, all right, sure, I guess that makes sense. But well, I guess now you guys know. I’m a trans man and that’s why my parents hate me, why I don’t talk to my sister anymore and thus why I don’t know my nephew, Joshua even though I used to lie about him being my son.” Not stuff he wanted to be super public about but whatever, who cared? No one came to the Cheesecake Factory as soon as they opened because they were normal people anyway. Heck, this was Tuefort, the town known for having a lead poisoning problem until barely more than ten years ago, so no one who lived here was normal in general.

“I still don’t get it,” Benrey said, proving for a fact that he didn’t know. Not his fault. What education he’d had had all been focused on figuring out how smart he was, not teaching him anything useful about navigating the world or about the people within it.

“Basically when I was born, the doctors and nurses decided I was a girl so that’s what they told my parents and so that’s what my family believes. But I’m not a girl, I’m a guy. My family is mad that they’re wrong and refuse to accept the truth.”

“But why would they decide you’re a girl if you’re a guy?”

“It’s sorta complicated, especially since I don’t know how much you know about human anatomy and stuff. So how ‘bout we return to this conversation more when we get home and have a computer in front of us?”

“That’s lame.”

“Yeah but I don’t really wanna go through the whole conversation right now.” He’d much rather do some informed googling and filter the results before letting Benrey do some silent reading.

“Fine, whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Does this mean we can’t call you a bitch anymore?” Bubby asked.

“Uh… I guess if you really want to, you can. Just don’t be weird about it, obviously.” Especially since they’d been calling him that while believing him to be a cis man.

Dr. Coomer gave him a thumbs up. “You got it, my good bitch.”

[euko-going-insane]

Thinking Many Thoughts about your Family Tree but mostly the brocedes stuff lmk if ur vibing with this little Non Racing AU i just came up with

George was their first when they were way way young didn’t really know what they were doing and george was already like 8 or 9

Kimi was the “marriage saver” they had through surrogate, the mother died in childbirth so to honor her Kimi has her last name

George was a teenager with his own life/plans when Kimi was born, he didn’t really care and knew his parents marriage was essentially over already despite them insisting it wasn’t

Messy battle in court but Nico wins custody of Kimi and while Lewis gets George

, George chooses emancipation and spends senior year with Alex’s family, citing that his trust in his dads was ruined after so many empty promises of fixing the relationship and not following through

Later down the line, Lewis is dating again and working on fixing his relationship with george and sends a box of presents to Kimi every christmas

He meets Valterri on a dating site George set him up on

About 4 months into their relationship, valterri admits that he’s fostering a girl named Doriane and that she was a very important element of his life and that if it was a dealbreaker, they should stop now

They don’t.

Valterri, George, and Doriane convince Lewis to reach out to Nico again. Just to talk about Kimi.

After several tenuous meetings, they agree to a new custody arraignment, incorporating holidays and summer vacation into the previous no contact.

Nico moves back to Lewis’s area when Kimi is entering High School. His relationship with Valterri is kinda more of a coparenting situation now, though much more amicable than his and Nico’s

Dory is very protective of Kimi once the two finally start getting to know each other. They’re closer in age than they are to George so it feels like actual siblings

Kimi is shy and awkward and cause he was new he was labeled “weird” at his new high school

Dory asks one of her old teachers (who has Kimi now) to help him get out of his shell

This teacher (whom i am imagining as Max Verstappen) decides the best way to do that is by sitting him next to the Loud Kid

Who is also kinda an outcast, strange and socially awkward, and is Ollie Bearman

He also just so happens to be under the guardianship of his godfather Charles Leclerc

Who is the son of one of Lewis’s exes sebastian from his uni days

(ik in ur tree that’s different but i couldn’t fit it in with The Vision pls forgive)

Anyway the Actual Golden Retriever Ollie Bearman gets Kimi out of his shell

While George—still in the progress of fixing his relationship with Nico—and Alex get engaged and adopt a elementary age Abby Pulling

Who emulates her father in the worst ways possible

Total teachers pet, total know-it-all and totally everything George has ever wanted in a child

However she is a huge nature fan, she jumped out a second story window chasing a cat and once stuck a “kick me” sign on George’s back so she’s every bit Alex as well

Anyway yeah, totally just Came To Me feel free to hate/critique. U know i’m an Ollie girlie so Kimi’s whole vibe is new (hence why all my bearnelli fic are Ollie POV) feel free to give me any commentary

😦

[iguessitsjustme]

I Saw You In My Dream Ep 1 Thoughts

I want to liveblog a show again and since a few shows ended and I have the bandwidth to add a couple more shows so I’m back with another liveblog. This time it’s I Saw You In My Dream. I promise I will try to be better about tagging my liveblogs but I am…well I’m me. But I’ll try my best. I’ll be using the tags #rae liveblogs and #rae liveblogs i saw you in my dream for anyone who wants to filter. Anyways, as always, liveblog under the cut:

I honestly have no idea what this show is about. I’m going in blind. Is this a good idea? Who knows. But we’ll find out!

The opening is cute.

Okay. This is subject to change but right off the bat, not a fan of Yu. Just very…boys I went to high school with. I don’t see what’s so funny. But I do like the little drawings. I love when shows do the little drawings like this.

NOT JOY TO THE WORLD NO. I hate this Christmas carol so much. I have for my whole life. It is a known thing to my family. I have to suffer it every year at the one and only church service I go to. And it is. The worst. Yes, I am aware that it’s basically just the G scale. Well fuck the G scale all the to hell. I was put on this earth to suffer.

I rarely mute shows but I had to mute this. Joy to the World? More like Misery to the Rae.

My attention span is shit today so I took a break and just watched a tiktok that literally threw me into such a hardcore laughing fit. I could not breathe. I was crying. I was dry heaving. It took me a full 10 minutes to calm myself down. It was the funniest thing I’ve seen in such a long time. I love people so much. Humanity is great actually.

Now I need to make dinner (yay leftovers) and then I can proceed on my watch.

I’m pretty sure my mom has this sweatshirt not gonna lie.

The world is noisy and I am neurodivergent. Someone. Someone take me away. I need. Peace.

Prophetic dream time? Methinks?

Well actually *looks up at the title of this show* that would actually explain some things.

Lullaby soundtrack? But hummed lullaby? English speaking lullaby? Weird arrangement but I’ll move past that. Mostly because that is very much just a personal opinion there.

How many slices of bread are on that sandwich?

Oh four. Okay. Where is the inside of that sandwich? Where’s the meat? The veggies? The anything? That’s just a bread sandwich at this point. Bread sandwich.

Oooo the hand hold. Cuties. Alright. I’m on board. Also hopefully Ai scolding Yu to watch both ways before crossing will prevent the accident that’s about to occur.

The inherent homoeroticism of cacti (@heretherebedork honestly every cactus I see makes me think of you lol)

An…apology? With an explanation but not an excuse? An APOLOGY? I’m losing it. Okay. Officially sold on this show and this couple. Where are my donuts I must celebrate.

Man I wish I could read Thai

My show watching got interrupted by my brother telling me a story about his date tonight with his girlfriend. Well also she told me the story. Very funny. Very strange. Both of them are great storytellers but back to BL.

Aaaahhhhh with the pictures as the birthday present that is sooo cute I am squealing I need to go take a nap I think because hoo boy too cute. Too too cute.

Now boys.

Oh dick so good it got you floatin

Oh end of episode? Well it’s not late at all so I can definitely do one more episode tonight. Praise bless.

[gently-decaying-flowers]

i wasn’t gonna post this- it’s been in my drafts since like….. early november? i guess i was worried about getting hate, or being seen as rude? i dunno i overthink a lot

alas, multiple people have told me that this is actually really interesting! so i think it’s good to share now

so here we are

i have a strange outlook on personal religion. my grandparents were pretty religious, we said grace before dinner, we’d go to church (but only for easter and christmas) but i guess i never really believed in it because my parents don’t.

i definitely believe there is some sort of god or other force outside of us, whatever it may be. when i was younger, i would “pray” asking for guidance or just for things to get better (this was mostly when i started to get very depressed during 2020, i was also only about 12 at that time)

to be honest, it really helps believing there is something looking out for me. i found comfort in knowing i wasn’t thrown into this to deal with it myself. even now, things get shitty but i know everything happens for a reason. i know im not just shoved out in the universe-

actually, i don’t really see it quite like this anymore…. but when i was younger i used to think about how there could be a specific being assigned to each person. not a god, nor an angel- except i guess that would be the closest comparison. but- it’s like- there’s something here. watching over just you and focusing on you and looking toward your future.

there’s so many bad things that have happened to me that ended up leading me to the most amazing things, things i could only begin to dream of. there’s no way that’s just- chance. i’m not that lucky.

i never told anyone about this. which is why i’m so hesitant to put it out here, but i find it really interesting…

especially now. my grandpa died in 2020. since then- we stopped going to church. honestly the memories tied to it are too much to bear without him.

but every holiday season i start hearing christmas music, silent night especially, since my church used to give everyone their own candles to hold as we sang it together, and i miss it. i would never admit this to my mom- i’m not sure she’d understand.

there’s just a certain atmosphere about it, something about being there. it’s weird too- i don’t really want to participate in organized religion (although i would NEVER reflect that on someone else. if you are involved that’s amazing, and i’m happy as long as you are. my general outlook on everything is: that’s cool for you and i don’t have a problem until you try to make me do something i don’t want to do)

i guess i just like being inside a church. it’s so calming, tranquil. maybe it’s the actual nostalgia tied to it, maybe it’s a connection with how i view a higher power… either way- it’s a non-traditional approach to religion. i hardly think of it as religion anyway… but it’s something that’s brewed in my mind for years and i’ve never really processed it- or spelled it all out before.

[mspoodle1]

Hi! Love you and have been following you for years. Thank you for your TS3 default replacements (I love that bunny dinnerware!) and for being such a die hard simmer. Wanted to ask if there’s a chance you could show your Enekjaer legacy house plan. I’m trying to do a TS2 style rotational playthrough and already running out of houses :(. Thank you and happy holidays!

Aweees! Thank you! (squishee hugs 🤗)

If I remember that was around the time I built this computer and I didn't keep any of that save. Sorry. 😞 I think after that when I would build stuff, if I didn't upload it, I would post pictures of the floor plan. Back then I was mostly experimenting and just building to push the limits of what the CFE cheat would do.

That one in particular was a mess because of the hill it was on. It sloped straight back. I think I tried to do a walk out basement with arches. Then tried to do some weird things with the roof. None of which worked really well. It was buggy and not really a good design. If you were going to recreate something similar, you would have to have a lot that dips down to the back of the lot and build your foundation off of that to make the first floor a basement (If that makes sense. It's been a long time since I played TS2. So I don't remember the trick to having a usable basement with walls and foundation). So then your main floor from the front of the lot would actually be the 2nd floor and so on if you build a 3rd floor with a roof.

Anyways, because of all the weird levels, sim routing was awful. Really awful...lol 😂 Legacy homes are really better when they are all one level, especially if you're going to have a bunch of baby's around. But I never listen to my own advice and always have multi level homes. lol Sims are always complaining.

Not sure if this was even remotely helpful, but thanks for sticking with my blog over the years. I haven't played the game in a hot minute. (Like were did the past year go?) Have a great Christmas and a Happy New Year's!

[artsartblog]

In honor of the new year I’ll be posting the last art pieces I did of last year plus an art summary for the year.

First the art summary of 2023 because I felt like just giving an overview of what all I’ve made plus what I will be adding to this post. The first two are of my persona, her main art and her as a Fairy Pokémon Gym Leader (which was made for a discord server I’m in). March is of my Welcome Home oc that I haven’t made much art of, but I do have a piece I’m still working on since I’m not as hyperfixated on WH but still enjoy seeing art of it. April is of an AU version of my Marvel oc Molly (I know what I said in the og post with that art, but I’m considering it an AU version of Molly to just add to the different version I have of her). May is art of my TWEWY oc Kotone after she becomes a reaper. June is art of my FNaF oc Kelly in her new daycare uniform. July is art I made for my SU art blog, which is art of an AU I’m occasionally working on because I have too many ideas to ever commit to one thing lol. August is a redesign of my RC9GN oc Clarissa. September is art I made for a friend. October is art of my TADC oc Odette, who I’ve never posted on tumblr because I keep forget to lol. November is actually the outlier of everything on here because I technically started it years ago, but only finished it November 2023, so we’re just going to accept it into the bunch. December is art of an old oc that used to belong to a friend of mine, but she’s given him up to me since she doesn’t do art anymore and I couldn’t just separate him from his girlfriend (my oc Lucy). Plus he’s apart of the first ever oc universe I ever created (with my friend).

Now onto my latest unposted art!

First we have is Annalei! She is a character I made based on my friend. Originally it was a trio thing, but now it’s just a duo (because of drama I won’t get into on here since it’s the new year and we don’t need that drama again). Anyways, she is an angel who acts as the guardian angel of my character (who I haven’t drawn yet) Nikki. The two actually live together as roommates with Annalei trying to help guide Nikki down a path of good. I made this piece for my friend for Christmas because I thought she’d like it (she loved it). I don’t have a lot developed for this universe because of reasons, but I’ll eventually get around to developing it more.

Next we have Odette. She is my The Amazing Digital Circus oc I made after falling in love with the pilot of tadc. She is based off a ballerina music box I have that belonged to my mom, plus my childhood love of ballet, and ball jointed dolls (since tadc gives off a whole toy-box vibe). She named herself Odette because it was the one thing she could remember from the real world. Ironically, she is living her worst fear because she feared being forgotten by loved ones and everyone she ever cared about. She hates that she can’t remember anything about herself and tries her best to find a way out, but doesn’t think too hard on escaping since she doesn’t want to abstract. She actually tends to stay hidden from the others, Caine doesn’t actually know she’s there, but is aware of her room. The others know of her room, but Jax was the only one to ever meet her until Pomni arrived. The other few things she does remember is how to dance, draw and sing (mostly through muscle memory). Odette has a weird friendship with Jax, but she doesn’t mind. Especially since she has social anxiety and making new friends is really difficult for her (even more so now that she has no idea who she is). This helps her with becoming friends with Pomni since they’re both filled with anxiety and the desire to leave. Though Odette does her best to help Pomni out whenever she can, hoping that one of them could leave at the least. When she does first meet Pomni it was by accident on Pomni’s part. Odette had been dancing around in a place far enough away from the others, but close enough to still be able to see whatever adventure Caine has them all doing. The music playing drowned out any sound of someone approaching that Odette didn’t notice Pomni until the song ended and Pomni clapped at the performance, which caused Odette to freeze up and panic. Especially when she saw that it wasn’t Jax that found her. Luckily for the two of them this led to a friendship (one where Odette would do her best to protect Pomni from Jax’s pranks).

Next is of my Miraculous oc Dani. Maskerade (a play on mask and masquerade) is of akumatized Dani. The only reason for her getting akumatized is stress from her mother and everyone expecting her to be someone she’s not. Despite being a miraculous holder she would struggle with being akumatized because she knows that she’s just stressed out and there are ways to fix what she’s dealing with, but as a teenager trying to get her mother to just listen and understand her is difficult. Sometimes turning into a villain helps with getting the point across. Vespbee is Dani if she was the holder of the bee miraculous. I honestly went a little overboard with her hair, but I love it so much. Not much to say on it because it’s just a literal what if situation. Dark Swan is if Swanette got akumatized. It’s less likely to happen compared to Maskerade, but still possible because even as Swanette Dani has her doubts as a hero. Especially when she hears all the comments on how she’ll never be better than Ladybug and Cat Noir, not that she really cares but it hurts to be compared to other heroes. She’d be pretty dangerous because she’d be able to break away from Hawkmoth’s control and be an independent villain of her own control, which wouldn’t seem that bad but with her unlimited use of her abilities is not good. Especially because her miraculous ability is using her feathers to normally just brings out the best of person (like a trait or ability/talent), but an akumatized version of that brings out the worst in people and can bring out an animalistic/monstrous version of the person (practically turning them into a monstrous creature). Since she doesn’t have any goal other than proving that “yeah I’ll never be like Ladybug and Cat Noir”, which makes it even more difficult for Ladybug and Cat Noir to stop her. (She’s basically an eviler version of Hawkmoth)

Next we have is an AU idea I had for my DC oc Grace Kyle/Wayne (aka Catgirl).

This AU idea started out as “What if Catgirl died trying to become a vigilante like Batman to get closer to him in hopes of being able to tell him that they’re related?”, then turned into Grace swapping places with Jason and being the one to die instead. I plan of drawing what she looks like after being brought back to life as Crimson Cat (a name she gave herself) that has been trained under Talia al Ghul since Grace didn’t have any proper training to be a vigilante in the first place. Now alive she works on tracking down who killed her and getting revenge. It’s still a wip of an idea, but I think it’d be fun because of messing around with the personalities of characters. Plus angst for both Bruce and Selina.

Next we have the designs for my TMNT universe turtles. It’s a mix of 2012!turtles and rise!turtles, but with different turtles. Idk what else to say about them since I’m still working on that whole universe.

I’m adding this purely because I really love this design. This is Ozul Nightingale, otherwise known as the Boogeyman or Shadow Man, in his shadow/monster form. He’s the villain of my universe called Different Paths. He has the abilities to cause people to experience nightmares, slowly corrupting people into beings called shadow monsters, and brining out the true darkness in people. He was sealed away by The Council to save others from his powers. When he was sealed away he was put into an eternal sleep that could be broken by the blood of a pure-blooded shadow witch (a witch who is descended from Ozul that can perform shadow magic). To keep watch over him and prevent anyone from waking him a powerful witch, his wife, was placed as his guard, but over time she slowly became corrupted and became known as the Shadow Witch (who is the baddie for the most part of Different Paths). I haven’t drawn his human form yet, but I plan on doing it eventually. (Along with redesigning the main characters)

Next we have Barry and Aria. They’re just fun characters I made that are children of tumblr sexymen/women (Dr. Drakken and Shego). No, they are not related, but they do act like cousins to each other and we’re raised together by Drakken and Shego.

Lastly is my love Digger. He is being reworked because I’m basing him off of memory, but making him more my own. He is a ghoul demon creature that works in a graveyard. He’s a pretty chill guy and dating my oc Lucy (who is the long lost vampire princess). His family is a royal demon family that has constantly been at war with the royal vampire family because of things that happened in the past. However, Digger honestly doesn’t care about all of that and enjoys spending time working in the graveyard. He especially doesn’t react negatively like other demons (that aren’t in his immediate family) would expect him to react when finding out that his girlfriend is the long lost vampire princess (especially since it’s a big change for Lucy, who group up believing she was a weird witch girl that just was better with certain dark magic compared than other witches). He loves his girlfriend so much that her being from the “rival” family (it’s more the vampires that hate the demons) just means that they’ll be together forever. (Also he lets her paint his nails because it’s the only reminder of her that he’s willing to get dirty while he’s working). I do eventually plan of the two getting married, but that’s a future me thing to deal with.

That concludes all the art from 2023!!!! I hopefully will get around to posting more art on here than I normally do. I hope you look forward to it! Anyways, I hope you all have a wonderful year! Remember stay creative!

[hekate1308]

And That Special Quiet On Christmas Morn, A Destiel Advent Calendar, December 6

Read it on AO3

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At first, Dean, in this new weird part of his life, didn’t realize that no one could hear Castiel but him. This was mostly because the painting only ever talked when they were alone, probably because he didn’t want to shock anyone else the way he had Dean. But then Sam came to visit, as he often did in the evenings.

“Are you still working?”

“I was just finishing up” he told him honestly. He was very aware that otherwise, Sam would have told him off. He had already been quite angry when he had heard about the roof since he had seen it as another proof that Dean didn’t pay enough attention to what had to be done when he was in his workshop.

As he put his tools away, he looked at Castiel and wondered if he should introduce them, but he took the decision away from him when he said, “Hello, Sam.”

He didn’t react. Dean looked at the painting again, but there was nothing he could do about it. Sam couldn’t hear him which most likely meant no one else could either.

He was very aware that this was another point in favour ofd the losing his mind theory, but on the other hand, his brother clearly hadn’t noticed anything amiss, and he was the one who knew him best, so he probably didn’t have to be too worried yet.

So he continued to be the only one Castiel had ever spoken to, that was something he supposed. He threw him another glance.

“You do not have to apologize”.

Castiel might not have known much about how the world worked, but he got Dean. It was a really weird thought, especially because he’d rarely clicked with people like that in real life.

“Dean?”

He shook his head. “Sorry. Was thinking about stuff.”

“You work too much.”

And of coruse said old discussion would rear its head.

“You really do spentd a lot of time ihere.”

And now Casti9el was in on it, too. Wonderful. Sam would have appreciated it if he could have heard him.

“I have orders, and the Christmas market is coming up.”

“As if you don’t have enough stuff already.”

“Still… wouldn’t want to disappoint people.”

“Dean, you’ve never disappointed anyone in your life.”

It was one of those things that Sam now and then said that made him uncofmrotabel so he didn’t reply anything, chosing to focus on putting the rest of his toold away.

“And you’re sure the roof is fixed?”

“You know Crowley, he wouldn’t bring anyone but the best.”

Sam frowned, but that was nothing new – his brother nad friend had never gotten along, as a matter of fact, Sam kept telling him that Crowley was sure to eventually go full supervillain because he didn’t get him.

“Woulödn’t let me pay” Dean therefore continued.

He would say that – it was always fun to see Sam struggle to comprehend that Crowley could do a decent thing if he wanted to. “That was nice of him” he forced out.

“Yes, well, mostly I wiush he wouldn’t keep doing that kind of stuff. He just shows up, does what he wants, and leaves.”

“Isn’t that how Crowley operates?”

He shrugged. “I suppose. Anyway, want a beer?”

As they left the workshop, he had to suppress the urge to tell Castiel goodbye, as he had grown used to over the past fgew days.

He really was going insane, wasn’t he.

And yet, after he’d handed Sam his beer, his brother said, “You look well.”

He couldn’t help but blink at him before saying, “I am?”

“That’s not what I meant. You don’t look so run down.”

Once more, he didn’t knbow what to say. “Well, I’m having fun. You know I love my jobn. And Christmas is coming up.”

Sam’s eyes softened. “I know.”

Thesy wer esilnet for a moment as they both remembered the Christmases of their early years that perhaps should not have been called Christmases in the first place. Dean had always tried his hardest to make sure that Sam got a few presents, not that this meant much when one was only seven years old and didn’t understand why one’s dad wouldn’t just go out and get them a tree…

Well, they always had one now, and a big party because if you asked Dean, he had earned that much, and so far people had never complained.

He suddenly wondered what they would say if he announced that he had a magical painting, but decided it was not a good idea.

“Anyway, so what are you up to? I assume there’s another very complicated case you have to deal with.”

“You know that’s not how it works.”

“Close nough for me.”

Sam gave him a bitch face and Dean laughed.

[jadedrrose]

okay ik ur allergic to dogs but. cats or dogs. i have lactose intolerant friends that still eat that stuff and die a minute after are u like them but with dogs

do u prefer the hot seasons or the chilly ones?

was there a particular job u wanted to do as a kid? and do u still want to do it?

finally what is your comfort show if u have any? was it like the first u saw or something else?

+ do you like asmr LMAO the normal kind i mean nothing 18+

Oh this is fun lol 👀

So I have 2 dogs (my big dumb German shepherd, she is my baby) and then my parent’s dog (he’s a mutt, mostly husky/chow tho) and 5 cats (I had 3 but then my aunt gave us her 2 outdoor cats)… so…. Other than giving up my dream of working with animals bc of the allergy… I still love/go around dogs. But I still think I’m more of a cat person? A lot of people favor dogs over them even if that means abusing the cats so I just feel really bad for them :( like my youngest cat was a tiny boy as a baby (the runt) so nobody wanted to adopt him until I walked in and he literally crawled right up to me 🥲 he literally crawled onto my shoulder and wouldn’t leave lol.

Anyway long answer short… cats. But I still love dogs

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This one is so hard bc I go back and forth with every season. However I know for sure I HATE spring bc of my allergies. My nose will bleed for hours every day and my eyes feel like they’re gonna explode. I hate it. And ofc my birthday is during spring 😕 But tbh most of the time I prefer winter but right around Christmas, I love seeing all the pretty lights lol. It also doesn’t get as cold here anymore so I can still wear my summer outfits most of the time

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I wanted to be in a rock band as a kid. I thought I was gonna be the best singer on this planet up until like I was 14 because I realized I liked animals more than music lol. But then of course I became allergic to dogs at 16 but it got way worse this year so now…. Idk what I want 💀 though starting a cat rescue would be nice

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Hmmm… it was attack on titan but lately I haven’t been as into it (rewatching it with my cousin who’s never seen it and… I can’t lie season 1 is kinda boring). Pirates of the Caribbean is my comfort series, but they’re all movies so idk if that counts? I think now it’s just Game Grumps playthroughs bc I’ve been watching them for so long that everything bad that’s happened, I’ve just gone to watch them and they always make me feel better lol.

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I can’t do asmr and I think it’s an autism thing. ESPECIALLY the whispering. It makes me wanna tear off my ears. The only kind of “asmr” I like is watching this girl on tik tok do bridal makeup. Bc she talks normally and doesn’t make it weird. I love watching people do makeup IF they use a normal not valley-girl voice for whatever reason lol. It somehow puts me to sleep??

Anyway these are so fun everyone send more lol

[notsosilentsister]

Finally used one of the gift-cards my parents gave me for Christmas to invite Celine and Lilly for breakfast to the coffeeshop at the campus.  I haven’t  been in that area too often since I gave up on my dissertation. There's been quite a bit of construction in the meantime; they added some sleek new buildings, more glass, less concrete, sacrificed quite a bit of the park for it, planted some new trees too, but those don't give much shade yet. The remaining lawns are more yellow than green, parched for weeks by the hottest days in the records. But this morning was still tolerably cool; there had been a storm the day before.

The coffeeshop is located on a wooden platform in the duck pond. More windows than walls, a light construction. We're sitting on the deck, on white chairs in front of a white table, watching the ducks pass us in leisurely equanimity. The ducks have been been a critcial factor in the choice of location for this rendez-vous. Lilly, like many five-year olds I presume, likes ducks. I remember some past times I contemplated the duck pond. It was frozen then, and I idly wondered what it would be like to just walk over it, and inevitably break in, just have the ground beneath me finally give way. I hadn't made up my mind yet to give up on the dissertation, but I guess the choice was already clear.

It was the first and only time in my life I was upset enough to lose my appetite. I thought I might lose it again now; I got some worrisome news recently. But it was probably mostly the heat. I'm anxious, but I don't imagine the ice breaking. When the breakfast arrives -  Kornspitz mit Erdäpfelkaas, (some type of pseudo-wholemeal bread roll and potato-oninon-sour-cream spread), cucumber, paprika, cheese and ham, and a cappuchino - I go at it with gusto.

I give Celine my belated gift for her birthday. My birthday gifts for Celine are always belated, I'm shit at remembering birthdays. For Celine, I have a vague idea of some time in June, July (it's June, 12th), but I have to ask each year, by how far I missed. I write it down somewhere, and then I forget where I wrote it down, or I threw away the notebook. This year, to my shame, I asked her ex. But we wouldn't have had time to meet up anyway, before today. Why must the toad work squat on my life, etc. Celine, of course, has work too, sole breadwinner and everything, and then all the other stuff. Just yesterday for instance, Lilly's grandmother broke her leg, breaking through a step on the wooden stair down from the balcony to the garden - we all wince in sympathy as Celine recounts the accident -  and Celine had to scramble to find someone else to look after Lilly, while she had to work.

For her birthday I give Celine a celtic cross on a silver necklace I brought from the school trip to Ireland, from the giftshop at the cliffs of Moher, and two fridge magnets with illuminated letters from the Book of Kells, C for Celine and L for Lilly. Lilly also gets a picture book about famous scientists, Lise Meitner, Marie Curie, Albert Einstein, and an origami seahorse I made for her. For now, she gives more attention to the origami-seahorse. When we leave, she wants to carry the gift bag, which looks very cute, because the pink of the gift bag perfectly compliments Lilly's pink pants.

Celine and I both agree that the location was a good choice. "It's an ugly thing to say", says Celine, "but I'm making a mental note to look up this place should they ever go bankrupt, in case they put the furniture on sale. I really like their style. Did you see the newspaper holder?"

We take a stroll around the duck pond. Lilly has a toy-water-pump she uses to splash the ducks. But Celine won't allow her to refill it herself with duck pond water. "If you fall in, I won't go after you; it's too dirty, the animals are too weird." (roughly translated by me; Celine talks to Lilly in French, I only grasp pieces of the conversation - "trop sale, les animaux trop bizarres"). We see the large tail of an apparently humungous fish, I'm guessing carp, a veritable duck pond leviathan repeatedly breaking the surface in the shallow part of the pond. I speculate he's looking for bread crumbs thrown to the ducks.

Celine and I sit down on a bench, and we tell each other some things that have to stay between us. It's weird to remember how things can seem so black and white, when you're young. "I feel like each year, the circle of people I judge narrows and narrows", says Celine, "at this point I hardly feel I can judge anyone. Maybe that's what they mean by wisdom of age."

Lilly's getting a bit bored with the ducks, now that Celine has stopped refilling her pump. Also, we're sitting on a bench, and for Lilly, that means lunch, but Celine wants to save that for later, when they go to the public pool. Celine has just told me about a recent quarrel she had. I agree that it's an outrage. We haven't overcome all urge to judge others yet, and we both judge that this person was out of line. "Still, you shouldn't have to hear that, Lilly", says Celine, cuddling her daughter, "I'm sorry, I get angry sometimes. I'm glad, you still like me, even when I'm angry."

Apparently, they recently had a conversation about that, Celine and Lilly. "She said, she even likes me when I'm angry, but a bit less", Celine explains to me. "She likes me more when I'm cooking. She likes me most, when I'm asleep." Celine doesn't quite know, how to take that. Obviously, she's a great cook, so that part's no mystery. But the "liked-most-while-sleeping"-part?  "It's hardly a compliment, no? She likes me best when I shut up."

I say, what I often like to say, that there's no sight more lovely than studying students and sleeping babies. It doesn't seem so baffling to me, that maybe babies also like the sight of sleeping moms.

"Maybe she just likes to see you at peace."

[eldritchsurveys]

1258.

Horror movies: the bloodier, the better. Right? >> Well, I am a gore hound. I love seeing people's insides on their outsides, lol. But I am also a general horror fan, so I also enjoy the less bloody/gory affairs. If it's spooky, I'm sat.

Have you ever seen the movie Turistas? >> I have not.

What do you think of people that smoke pot? >> I don’t have a general opinion of people who smoke pot.

Would you rather have an iPod or a Zune? >> I'm not interested in having a separate device for playing music at this time.

Would you ever go surfing, if you don’t already? >> I would not, because I can’t swim. That's a very clear prerequisite for attempting surfing.

Would you rather have it raining or snowing? >> If I'm outside, I'd rather be out in snow than in rain, because rain is sensory hell for me.

Do you own any Volcom clothing? >> I do not.

Do you like honey wheat pretzels? >> I remember really liking them at one point, but it was a specific brand and I don't remember which one it was -- and even if I did, so many brands have changed their formulas in the past few years that even if I had them again, they might not be the same.

Do you like any weird food combinations? >> I don't know how to judge the weirdness of the foods I enjoy.

Do you have pests in your house? If not, have you ever? >> Only minor ones, like fruit flies or fungus gnats or whatever the hell they are. I don't like using the word "pest" but I'm not gonna lie, they do be pestering the shit out of me 💀

Do you own any milk crates? If so, what do you use them for? >> I do not. They were very commonly used for seating and storage in the apartments I used to crash in, though.

Don’t you hate when gum loses its flavour really fast? >> I do. What brand of gum, in your opinion, loses its flavour fast? >> All of them. I honestly thought they were made that way on purpose.

Were you / are you in band or orchestra in high school? >> I was in choir.

Have you ever driven a tractor? >> I have not.

Have you ever had to do community service? >> I have not.

Have you ever been on probation? >> I was, as a minor.

What is normally on your Christmas list (if you celebrate it)? >> I don't keep a Christmas list, I keep a general wishlist. The same things have been on it for the past couple of years, because I never have money to get them, lol.

Are you sleepy? >> I am not. I unexpectedly took a long ass nap (long for me, anyway) this afternoon, that shit was great. Do you like KoRn? >> I do.

At what age did you stop wearing diapers? >> I don’t know.

Would you ever spend the night in a house you knew was haunted? >> I probably would.

What family member do you get along with the least? .

Do you know how to make a daisy chain? >> I do not, but I'm sure the internet would teach me just fine if I wanted to make one.

Did you play hopscotch when you were little? How about four square? >> I don’t recall playing any dedicated games very often. Those usually required other children to play with.

What do you think of dodgeball being banned at some high schools? >> I don’t have an opinion about the banning of dodgeball.

Do you enjoy doing yardwork (such as planting flowers, weeding, etc)? Would you do yardwork if you got paid? >> I don't think I'd enjoy doing yardwork, mostly because I don't enjoy doing work, lol. Maybe a little here and there would be fine.

When you were little, did you pick up worms? Do you pick worms up now? >> I didn’t see any worms when I was little. I don’t pick them up now, I kind of just admire them for a moment before moving on. Do you look at yourself in the mirror often? >> I don’t think I do it often, per se.

Would you ever gauge your ears? >> I used to have stretched ears but I’m rather over it now. It's a lot of maintenance and one of my lobes is prone to blowouts once I get close to 0ga. I could be convinced to stretch to maybe 8ga, especially if I get access to some eclectic jewelry I really like, but it's whatever. Is your house normally hot or cold? >> Unless it's midsummer, it's usually on the chilly side. Especially since we can't afford the central heating. My room specifically is always on the chilly side, even in midsummer, because it gets like no sun.

Do you always have a lighter on you? >> Not anymore. Which is a shame because I actually have a super cool tesla-coil lighter that I'd love to show off more often. I just keep forgetting about it.

Do you constantly mess with your hair? .

Would you ever ditch a friend just because they are gay? >> I think I can safely say this would never even cross my mind.

Do you rip things out of magazines and hang them on your walls? >> I do not.

What do you use to hang posters on your walls (tape, thumbtacks, etc)? >> Command strips. Did you like the movie Finding Nemo? >> I don't recall caring much about it when I did see it. That was a very long time ago and I have zero desire to watch it again. Who is your favourite comedian? >> Hmm... I don't know, I haven't thought about it in a while. Keegan-Michael Key, maybe.

Would you ever go see a stand up comedian? >> I have been; I went to see Demetri Martin with Sparrow once. It's not something I would do on my own, though.

If you have younger siblings, do they play sports? Do you go watch their games? .

Do you own any Michael Jackson CDs? >> I do not.

What social networking site, in your opinion, is most addicting? >> No social networking site is addicting in my opinion because I'm not addicted to any. But I can believe the major ones are structured to be that way. Do you have a Twitter? If so, do you follow your favourite celebs or bands on there? Do you update it from your phone? >> I have one, but it's only so I can see NSFW artwork from artists on tumblr that I like that are evading the porn ban, lol.

Do you wear those neon-coloured skinny jeans? >> I do not.

[please-picturemeintheweeds]

I get being confused by the achievement of someone being commited to you. Its' an achievement I'm sure but still society makes it weird. Feeling weird about it is fine.

Thank you for the validation! Yeah it’s super weird. I don’t really believe that it’s an achievement… but it is certainly a happy fact! I think it’s super easy to slip into considering engagement/marriage to be an accomplishment bc that’s the messaging we get all day every day, but if it’s an accomplishment then that means that Not Being Married/Engaged is a failure, which I really disagree with for a variety of reasons (and it harms both unmarried people and married people!). It’s just so confusing bc like!!! It did certainly take a lot of hard work and dedication to reach this stage with my person! And I want to honor and celebrate that! We worked hard! We’ve been through a lot and come out of all of it stronger! It’s so special and life-changing! I’m an entirely different person than I was when we met, and so is my partner! But I don’t think that we’ve reached a distinct point where Something Has Been Accomplished. The commitment part is interesting too bc like I don’t think that we were in any way uncommitted before we decided to get married, having lived together for 5 years already. Marriage, for us, is more about purposefully including our community in the commitment… it’s not just committing to each other, but committing to care for each others families as if they are our own. I mostly want to marry his mom and like show her that she will always have a place in my family! And the legal pieces - particularly this thing called Spousal Privilege which is where you cannot be subpeonaed to testify in court against your spouse (you can choose to but you can’t be compelled by the court) which has been on our minds due to the uh… political climate and planning for a future where some of our political beliefs/statements/actions could potentially come with serious consequences. Basically it’s where “partner in crime” comes from! Which is similar to the legal right to visit your spouse in the hospital.. just yeah, it’s a political right to marry, and I don’t want to squander that right just bc of second wave feminism… (the family/home is a worthless use of time and the only true fulfillment a woman can achieve is within the structures of capitalism as a working woman 🙄)

But yeah the way the whole thing is drenched in cultural norms and expectations is so icky and I wish I could just selectively experience the joy without the grossness but alas!! I still haven’t told my grandma and aunt yet. Which is bonkers!! But like… my aunt was engaged in the 80s when she was in college and my grandma was over the moon about it (I found some old family Christmas letters and read the one where my Grammy announced it to Everyone and it is… Gross) and then, Something Happened and my aunt had a psychiatric incident and the engagement was broken off. There were no family Christmas letters for a few years after that, and my aunt was in and out of psychiatric hospitals, moved back home, and has spent the rest of her life being berated by her family/town/church for Failing to marry. So like!! It’s just complicated! And social pressure is immense, even without those explicitly sexist messages. My mom, for example, would NEVER do anything like that to me, but!! She still went on a tirade the other day about how degrading it is for women to change their last names when they get married (I intend to take my partner’s maternal last name because their whole family is huge and welcoming and has a lot of history and are all bluegrass musicians whereas my last name doesn’t hold a lot of meaning to me and my brother will carry on the family name anyways) but like!!!! Mom!!! Wtf?!!??! Not everything is some sexism conspiracy theory! When uniting two families into one, it makes sense to condense some things! I am literally legally joining his family, which isn’t defined by name alone obvi but like it’s a part of it! And the whole point is freedom of choice! I can do whatever I want! Even if that sometimes is the Traditional thing! Grrrrrrrrrrrr

anyways yeah I think that processing all this stuff is the important part, and defining these things for ourselves is what matters. But thank you, anon, for the question, reassurance, and opportunity to journal a bit about it! 🫶

[aphrodite-made-me-write-it]

12 Days of Holiday Fics

Day One: How to Win Natasha Romanoff (With Eggnog)

(A/N) OMG! So, my silence has been for a reason. I really like the holiday season, so I’ve been writing fics! Small ones, really. Like 2 pages long, but they’re cute and I thought it would be fun to post one for every day until December 24! Upon Christmas, I’ll be posting a present :) This ‘series’ is just a buncha lil oneshots with my fav marvel ladies idk but one of them is a pre-gift! Some are smut, most aren’t, they’ll be tagged appropriately. Anyway, I love eggnog, here’s a fic about how much I love eggnog and hot women.

(A/N P2) also holy fucking shitballs yall i’m over 1000 followers! that’s nuts. thanks for gifting me with your eyes and your beautiful minds! 

Rating: G (General Audience, open for all!)

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption; Nat being a lil shit; R just wants her crush to like her; Brief mention of the death of a relative; Brief mention of criminal activity; Light Plot; Light Fluff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: You take a mission during the holidays with the one Avenger that doesn’t seem to like you very much: Natasha Romanoff. What happens next is your plan to get her to not hate you.

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Natasha isn’t a holiday person. At least, not proudly. She’s had too many bad ones in her life, and while she tries to put herself in that festive mood, nothing quite suits her the way that sitting in front of a fireplace with a glass of eggnog does. This is her ideal holiday tradition, no matter how many parties the Avengers drag her to.

This year, unfortunately, she can’t even be forced into an ugly sweater party. The mission was very last-minute, and since she’s basically always on call, Natasha was one of two poor souls condemned to suffer this season. Extra unfortunately, the person accompanying her was you. 

You’re not sure what you did to Natasha to make her dislike you. You were cocky, sure, but you weren’t nearly as bad as Tony. You might not always follow her orders, but sometimes you had a golden opportunity, so why should you hesitate? You’re not even the type to worry this much about not being liked but there’s something extremely nagging about not being liked by Natasha.

She’s just so smart and cool and pretty- and, fine, maybe you’ve got a teeny tiny crush on her. How could you not? Who doesn’t?

But she, apparently, hates your guts.

You don’t celebrate the holidays as often as you used to as a kid. You just don’t have time for them, but you do try to visit your family around this time of year. You mostly accepted the mission because your grandmother passed recently and it just doesn’t feel right without her. You don’t deal well with grief, and you don’t want to be a bummer. 

So the mission was meant to be a distraction. Something to pass the time.

You’re nearly at your breaking point day four of your little stakeout. You moved into the property across from some alien posing as a human to run a rather sizeable crime ring. Smuggling, trafficking, drugs, domestic terrorism - you name it, this scumbag has done it. His house is unimposing, complete with a ditzy blonde as his ‘wife’ - no record of such marriage exists - and a white picket fence. It’s weird.

You and Natasha are also pretending to be married. Got the fat diamond rings on your fingers to prove it, too. (Tony prefers authenticity.) She’s a damn good actress, too, because the way she looks at you when you’re out and about is enough to make you forget this is all an act. (Or maybe you’re just letting your own stupid feelings get in the way of perceiving hers.)

Maybe it’s because she’s been too quiet around the house and too touchy out in public. You’re just gonna go nuts if you don’t do something nice for her, maybe get her to warm up to you a little bit. So, you ask the only person you can think of asking for advice.

“She hates surprises.” Is the first thing Clint tells you.

Bypassing this warning, you ask him what she likes to do during the holiday season.

“She likes eggnog,” he doesn’t hide his disgust in his voice. “And sitting around a fireplace.” 

Perfect.

You wait until she goes out for groceries to commence your plan. You slip out to buy eggnog as fast as you possibly can, turning on one of those cheesy fireplace footage shows on a random streaming service. And you wait. And you wait. And wait.

It’s nerve-wracking.

What if she hates it?

What if this backfires, and she ends up hating you more?

The keys in the lock make your hair stand on end. 

Natasha nudges open the door. You quickly pour a glass of eggnog over ice as she steps into the living room. She calls out your name in confusion, eyeing the fireplace on the TV as she locks the door again.

You join her with two glasses in your hands. You freeze in the doorway of the kitchen when she looks at you. “Um- it’s, uh, y’know… the season, and all.”

She stares at you in silence for far too long. You can’t read her expression, but the longer she looks at you the more heated your body feels and the less confident you become in this sudden stroke of genius. Finally, she approaches you, and you realize there’s something shining in her eyes. Was she going to cry?

“Thank you,” she murmurs, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it within these walls. 

“It’s our first holiday season together as a married couple, isn’t it?” You attempt to joke as she takes one of the offered glasses.

“Shame there’s no mistletoe,” her comment stuns you into silence as she sips her eggnog with a small smile tugging at her lips.

“We could pretend?” you suggest, voice at least an octave higher than usual. 

One of Natasha’s eyebrows arches. “Is that your way of saying you want to kiss me?”

Your blush worsens. “N-no! Don’t be ridiculous.”

Another sip, and a look of guilt crosses her face. “You really didn’t have to do all this for me. I haven’t exactly been warm and cozy with you.”

You wave your hand in the air absently. “It’s fine, Nat. Really.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s not fair to you.” She turns to look over her shoulder, out the front window that faces your less-than-neighborly neighbors. When she faces you again, she sighs. “I’m not good at this whole apologizing thing.”

“So let’s skip to the kiss and make up part?” You joke, having already forgotten the mistletoe comment.

Natasha, however, has not. She smirks, suddenly seeming very predatory. Your face is feeling warm again. “So this really was all a ploy to get me to kiss you.”

“We kiss all the time! We’re married, remember?” You point to your ring finger. “Why would I-”

She cuts you off by pressing her lips to yours. By now, you’ve kissed her at least a dozen times since you started your stakeout and you’re never prepared for just how damn good she is at it. Or maybe Natasha just has that way of making your brain turn completely and utterly to mush.

When she pulls away, she clinks her glass against yours again with a wink.

“Happy holidays, (Y/L/N).”

This woman is going to be the death of you.

(Not that you’re complaining.)

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[xanadontit]

Not to get all “as a child of divorce” around here but...

I think one of the reasons I get extra upset about holidays with E’s family or being even slightly uncomfortable or inconvenienced is because the expectation of me being the flexible one and not having much control over where I was and who I was with was a theme growing up. I mean obviously I was with one of my parents! But were we at home or visiting family? Were we with my stepdad’s family or friends? Stepmom’s? Was I sleeping in my own bed or in a sleeping bag on the floor? Was I expected to play with kids I didn’t know, which was torture for a weird, painfully shy child like me? Would I like the food? Who knows! But I was expected to roll with it and figure out how to fit in. Not only was I pleasure to have in class but I was a nice guest.

We did a few holidays at our house with my mom, dad, stepdad, and mom’s parents which were probably my favorite. I had the people I loved best and my cat with me and the environment (and food lol) was familiar and comfortable.

(Before I met E, I basically just split the holidays between my mom and dad. Mom got Thanksgiving and Dad got Christmas, which was mostly about being with my brother. The system worked and I was comfortable!)

As an adult the result is that I’m not especially tied to traditions like we must eat X on Christmas Eve or whatever but I crave comfort and stability. Stability doesn’t necessarily mean I have to be in the same place every year or at home but I don’t want to feel like a shitty comment could be dropped at a moment’s notice or without provocation. I mean, I want that year-round, of course, but there’s something about the expectation of togetherness (not to mention it’s not always fun to go for a walk and cool off if it’s actually cold outside! Or say you forgot something and disassociate in Target for a half hour) that lowers my tolerance for bullshit. I also hate feeling like an outsider or interloper. Years of being asked to move out of frame for a “family picture” will do that to you. I want to be able to fucking relax! And if I do make an effort to go Full Dorinda I don’t want to hear any shit!

Anyway, I think now that I’ve pinpointed what specifically makes me anxious I can maybe have a productive talk with E so we can figure out how to strategize so we’re not tense.

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Hello! can you do a scenario with fem!reader and father's best friend!namjoon? I totally understand if this is a concept you're uncomfortable with. All the armys are going crazy with the dilf!bts concept so I need to have this 😭

Tbh that's a hard concept (like absolutely don't do this irl y'all plss it's not okay if it's not fiction– go in the notes to read my PSA pls) so I had to write a bit of plot at the beginning just because I wanted to make it as less weird as possible lol

Namjoon wasn't the type of family friend you got to see a lot growing up. He was, however, the type of friend you got to hear about a lot. Your dad had spent his high school years being in a band that never really had its break, and Namjoon had apparently been the youngest member and your father's favourite. He kept talking about how he "raised" him, meaning he helped him get his first kiss and taught him about girls. Then your dad got your mum pregnant right after graduating, and they both decided to move to the US to find a job and start their family. Your family. And so your dad lost touch with his best friend.

He talked about him quite often, and you knew he had even visited once when you were still too young to have a memory of it. You had only ever seen a couple of pictures of them together; Namjoon looked like a very cringy 13-year-old with a terrible haircut. Not that your dad as a teenager looked any better. But that's beside the point. It doesn't matter what he looked like back then, today you probably wouldn't be able to even recognize him even if he passed you on the street.

"Did I tell you? My best friend moved here from Korea! The band kids are back together!"

Namjoon came back into your father's life at around the same time as you left it– moved away for college. And you kept getting all these updates on how great it was that they found each other again, how many things they did together and in general how happy your dad was. When you visited home for Christmas, Namjoon was away so you didn't run into him. And almost a year after he had moved there, you would finally meet him during the summer. Your father invited him for dinner one hot evening in July.

You opened the door to find him standing outside, your mother just a step behind to greet him. “Joonie! So glad you could make it. Come on in, come on in... Ah! As you know, this is our daughter.”

The man was tall and handsome, nothing like the pictures you had seen. And familiar. His eyes met yours and he smiled, making your blood run cold— you had seen that man before. Not even a week ago, staring at you at the bar while sipping his whiskey until you decided he was too hot and couldn’t be older than 30, so you walked up to him and gave him a napkin with your number and a lipstick stain of a kiss on it. He never called.

“Wow,” Namjoon said without his tone matching his words. “She has grown up so much.” And he looked you up and down again, checking you out kind of like he had done that night. Your entire face was burning, turning on your heels to get away. What the fuck kind of luck was that? He was your dad's friend? You hoped– you begged that he didn't recognize you. He wasn't saying anything, though his eyes kept on stealing looks, and so you thought you might have had a close escape. Until you run into each other in the kitchen. Alone. "Come here, young lady," he said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. You already felt like you were in trouble. "Does your father know you go around giving your number to men almost twice your age?"

He was so close, eyes travelling lazily down your form with a smirk on his lips. "No," you choked. "I– I don't– You were staring at me, that's why I thought..."

"I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out if you were my best friend's daughter."

Hearing him say the words made your cheeks burn. Defeat. He had a logical excuse and all you had was that he was a little too much your type. And he sounded like he was scolding you, reminding you of your place. You lowered your head, really wanting to get out. "Please don't tell him."

Don't tell him I hit on you. Don't tell him I wanted to fuck you.

Namjoon didn't reply right away, but late that night you got a text from an unknown number. "I won't tell him anything."

He won't tell him anything. Perhaps that could be applied to what had already happened, or what would happen in the future.

You didn't text frequently, but you did nonetheless. And even though you were sure both of you would say they were simple, innocent texts, how innocent could they really be when the man already knew how you felt about him? Maybe you were crazy, but you thought he might like you too. Maybe he liked the fact that you liked him. It wasn't evident in anything he did or say, just the vibes you got from him those days he visited your house, or the way he looked at you when you were left alone for a second. The summer passed by so fast when every other day you met your father's best friend in one way or another.

When it was time for you to move back to the city where you attended college, Namjoon just so happened to be going there for some work too. And your parents were grateful that you had someone to travel with. The car ride was long and mostly silent. You had never been left alone for so long and suddenly you realised how hard it was to keep a conversation going without talking about how horny he made you feel just by being in the same, tight space with you. But the farther away you got from home, the less you cared about keeping your good reputation up.

"Where will you sleep tonight?" you asked him after he helped drop off all your stuff at your apartment late that night and was already at the door, ready to leave.

"I'll find a hotel," he told you, hand still on the door handle.

"You can stay here if you want to."

"Don't–" His plea was soft-spoken, in contrast to the intense way his eyes were piercing yours.

"Don't what?" you acted dumb. "All I'm saying is I'm sure dad would rather you stay instead of paying for a room. You're like family, anyway."

You noticed how he took in a deep breath, grip around the knob getting harder. "Don't bring him into this."

Saying that you two shouldn't mention your father was like admitting what was going on right now was beyond innocent. And even though your stomach clenched at his harsh tone, you bowed your head and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"This is so wrong," you heard him call loudly all of a sudden, making you look back at him. He was chewing on his lip desperately. "I was there when your dad got your mom pregnant. Do you know what I said? Fuck, man, how are you gonna get out of this bullshit? I shouldn’t be…"

You blinked at him, waiting to hear the end of the sentence. "Shouldn't be what?" You weren't gonna let him slip away that easily. You would push him until he had to say what he wanted to say. It was your only chance, anyway.

Namjoon sighed. He pushed the door closed and walked up to you steadily all while he was staring straight into your eyes. "Why did you give me your number that night?"

Your breathing was already getting heavier. You wouldn't back away. What was the point? He knew already. "Because you were hot. And I wanted you to fuck me."

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, watching your face as he contemplated his next words. "Why do you want me to stay over tonight?"

You gulped. He was so close, closer than ever. "Because you're hot," you whispered. Glance down on his lips. "And I want you to fuck me."

He closed his eyes momentarily before he was exhaling loudly. "Fucking– hell!"

And he instantly moved forward, one hand grabbing the back of your head as he brought your face to crush on his, mouths smashing against each other after all the times you had dreamed about it. It was so much better than you could have imagined, lips full and soft parting yours for his tongue to slip in between, making you moan. And you were trying to get closer and closer, almost tripping as you walked blindly further into the apartment. His jacket was discarded on the floor before your shirt joined it, and Namjoon was growling before attacking your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy..." The word truly slipped out of you, and he was pausing for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"Really? You're really gonna call me daddy?" Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning, squirming away from him before he grabbed your wrist to keep you close. "Shit," he grunted, not sounding mad at all. "Alright, baby. Show daddy where your room is, need to get you in bed right away."

And you mewled at his words. You were there in no time, pulling the rest of your clothes off as Namjoon undressed too. Big and thick, he was even hotter like that, making you press your legs together as you took the sight in. And when he removed his boxers too, you got to found out his dick matched the rest of his body perfectly, long and thick and so hot it made your mouth water.

"Daddy," you whined as he started crawling over you. "You're so big. You're gonna tear me apart."

His large hand grabbed your jaw. "That's what you get for playing with big boys." And he kissed you ruthlessly again. His other hand travelling down your form until he found your pussy, fingers playing with your folds and humming in satisfaction. "So wet. Is that all for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, hips trying to grind on his hand for some more friction. "I've been wet for you since I first saw you."

"Fuck. I know, baby," he breathed into your ear, two fingers slipping slowly inside you and stretching you out. "I could tell. You weren't hiding it very well, baby. How much you wanted me to ruin you. Which is why daddy's been hard for you all this time, too." Your breath was hitching as he was moving his hands slowly, not even trying to fuck you like that, just trying to get you ready for his cock. And he stopped. "Are you gonna let daddy fuck you raw, baby?"

You almost screamed. "Fuck, yes, daddy, please! Fuck me open with your cock."

Namjoon was growling as he retrieved his fingers from inside you. "What a dirty mouth! Who taught you to speak like that, you dirty, little whore? I thought you were a good girl."

Your nails were scratching his back as you whined and squirmed underneath him. "Oh, daddy, please! I need you! I'll be good for you."

And you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance as he shushed you. "Alright then. Be a good girl for daddy and take this big cock like the good, little slut you are." And he shoved himself in you.

"O–oh my god!" you yelped. Namjoon didn't go easy on you, didn't go slow or gentle, he started pounding you fast and hard right away, truly fucking you open like you had asked him to. You were squirming underneath him but his body was so big and strong, it was caging you completely. And just to shut you up he kissed you again, tongue so deep in your mouth he was choking you. Namjoon was fucking you so hard he brought tears to your eyes, and you felt euphoric being used by him like that.

"My dirty, little cunt," he rasped after he freed your mouth. "Like taking my cock like that?" You were nodding, mewling, unable to speak. "What a good girl. Letting daddy fuck her as hard as he wants." He leaned back, grabbing your arms until he had your wrists pinned above your head and the new position gave him the ability to piston his hips against yours even faster, diving even deeper.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," you cried, legs shaking as they fought against his abusing thrusts between them.

"So easy," Namjoon panted with a smirk. "So easy to please you. Gonna cum cuz you've never had dick like daddy's before, huh? No one's ever fucked you this good? Those little boys your age, I bet they don't know shit about pleasing a nasty girl like you." He spat on his free hand and brought it right down on your clit, pressing on it hard. And you were moaning even louder. "There you go, baby. You can cum on daddy's dick now."

"Namjoon–" you yelped, and you felt your orgasm pop, gushing all your juices over him as he kept fucking you through it. He slowed down a bit, coming down to kiss you sloppily as you continued to whine with each thrust against your sensitive, tight walls.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, kissing you almost lovingly. "Don't worry, baby. We're not nearly done yet." And his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper. "You really shouldn't have let me fuck you, baby. Cuz now I don't ever plan on stopping."

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