#called poor jerry out for no reason

[dum-the-goodboi]

I was investigating a man, and I interrogated a girl he was about to hook up with, and she admitted she wasn't really into him, she just felt sad for him. That was completely irrelevant to my case, but I took notes on that anyway.

[yoonvvs]

✧ ⠀.·:*¨¨*:·. BUT I PROMISE YOU THIS, ILL ALWAYS LOOK AFTER YOU

BLAISE & SKZ

BLAISE & BANG CHAN !

now playing > saturday nights ( khalid )

blaise & chan have such a sweet friendship. chan is so so so tolerant and patient with blaise, regardless of if she’s joking around with him, full of energy or full of anxiety. chan would 100% go to the moon and back for blaise - blaise knows whenever she gets in a sticky situation, she can run to chan and he will find a way to make the situation all better, after he scolds her for her poor decisions. she knows she can tell him anything - and he knows everything, more than anyone, even her parents - and even though it took awhile, chan knows he can tell blaise anything too, and he does. they care for each other so much.

she’s chan’s passenger princess, he’s the only member that refuses to let her be the driver when they go places together - not that chan thinks blaise is a bad driver, but he much rather not fear for his and hers life in the passenger seat when he can do it in the drivers seat. but blaise mastered being a passenger, she always has the ac on the right temp, great at giving directions and keeps the vibes good with the music! best and most chill duo!

BLAISE & MINHO !

now playing > hits different ( taylor swift )

blaise & minho are constantly on the same brain length - the amount of times they texted each other basically the same thing is unreal - causing stays to call them the “twins”. despite this, they are pretty much polar opposites, for example, to tease one another minho likes to “threaten”, while blaise likes to get overly affectionate and harass him, like “oh, you’re just mad because you think im pretty!” but they get along so well!!! always hanging out! fans also often call them tom & jerry because they are always teasing each other and have chaotic antics. there’s a literal compilation of blaise & minho chasing each other around for stupid reasons.

despite their chaos, minho is the one who gives blaise the most princess treatment. he’s always making sure she’s warm (although he might pretend to be annoyed, “blaise, stop shivering you’re making me dizzy! i’m going to make you run laps to keep you warm!” while taking his hoodie off and giving it to her), he lets her use him as a pillow if she gets sleepy, and always makes sure she has a blanket to cover up with on award shows. the glares he gives staff if she doesn’t have a blanket or is wearing uncomfortable clothes is so scary…he also loves to secretly buy her gifts and just leave it by her door, leaving no note. but blaise knows it’s from him and subtly shows her appreciation in small ways <3

BLAISE & CHANGBIN !

now playing > OMG ( new jeans )

vibes

blaise is a #1 changbin supporter, she looks up to him SO MUCH. she loves his confidence, his humor, and the amount of skill he has. she’s always trying to do his raps, and whenever she does it well SHES SO PROUD OF HERSELF! and so is changbin, he’s like “ i taught her well ☺️ ”. changbin loves that she looks up to him so much, it makes his heart so full knowing that he can be a good example for someone, esp his members! he is lovey dovey towards blaise, always giving her hugs and complimenting her, he’s always poking her cheeks and cheering her on!

changbin also likes to try to take her to the gym, and while blaise likes working out - she does not like to do changbin’s routine. she wants to match his energy…but she is not on his level ( yet ), so they pretty much just go to the gym together…then go their own ways. but besides that, they are such an adorable pairing to watch! their vlives are always so precious, and they are always laughing or giggling. stays love their vibes so much!

BLAISE & HYUNJIN !

now playing > i hope ur miserable until ur dead ( nessa barrett ) | yes, i’m changing ( tame impala )

blaise & hyunjin have a…complicated relationship. pre-debut, before anything happened, they were inseparable. they were always seen together, and they could always find excuses to spend together, pretending like they were “practicing”, while they were just hanging out. when they debuted, they quickly caught feelings for each other. they couldn’t help but fall in love through all of the chaos. fast forward a couple months later, they were dating in secert, eventually coming clean when seungmin caught them kissing…everything was going good - they were happy and in love, until hyunjin did the unforgivable and cheated on her.

for awhile, they could not stand each other, they couldn’t even breathe the same air without getting upset. they were angry, heartbroken, and petty for months. but eventually, hyunjin & blaise cooled down. hyunjin apologized, and promise he’d be better. it was genuine, he stopped being inconsiderate, and put himself in blaise’s shoes. after multiple, long, conversations, they started to heal their friendship. they aren’t back to being best friends, but they’re happy to call each other friends. now, they go on coffee trips, watch movies together, and can now have a peaceful and kind time together! they won’t ever get back to where they were again, but things are better now!

BLAISE & JISUNG !

now playing > the spins ( mac miller & empire of the sun )

the vibes only ok

BESTIES FROM DAY 1! jisung was blaise’s first friend from skz, they both joined the company around the same time, and were paired up together for their first evaluation (as well as other trainees), they showcased fly by got7! out of all the trainees they were paired with in the group, blaise & jisung got the closest. the other two trainees in the group were very rude to blaise, and jisung immediately stuck up for her, without even knowing her! after seeing his kindness, she knew immediately that they had to be friends :)

now, blaise & jisung are SO iconic, the comedic duo we all need! they always match each others craziness, and will never let one be alone in being weird. will constantly bicker like siblings, and are not scared to insult each other with no shame. minho posted a video of them wrestling each other on the beach on his insta, and later shared part two of jisung throwing blaise into the ocean like a menace 😁. blaise couldn’t let stays admire jisung’s strength for long, because she posted the video of her dragging jisung’s ass into the ocean on her own story later! utter chaos.

BLAISE & FELIX !

now playing > birds of a feather ( billie ellish )

blaise is protecting felix WITH HER LIFE! if felix is every getting a penalty and has to do something gross or just something felix is not excited to do, blaise is immediately getting up and doing it with him. she’s his literal “if you go down, we go down together” best friend. blaise also brings out felix’s impulsive side - whenever blaise & felix are together you know you’re going to have a good time.

felix also adores blaise SO MUCH. whenever blaise is off, felix immediately notices and silently tries to make her feel better, like getting her water or food, he’s the first to notice when she’s about to get hangry. that boy always makes sure she’s well fed, or else he knows they are all going to pay for it later 😀. he learned to braid hair for blaise! when they first became friends, he started practicing on her hair, and now he is so good at it! blaise always lets him do her hair whenever he wants to, she loves it so much!

BLAISE & SEUNGMIN !

now playing > best friend ( laufey )

blaise & seungmin are almost always giving each other a hard time, but it’s out of love everytime! somehow, they manage to compliment each other and insult each other all in one sentence, but they know it’s all jokes. stays love their pairing, because they are literally the yapper ( blaise ), and the listener ( seungmin ). blaise will be talking and telling stories, while seungmin is like “why is there a bug buzzing in here”, but he loves to listen to blaise even if he acts like he doesn’t.

they are literal siblings, felix & blaise are the expectation of siblings while seungmin & blaise are the reality. sometimes he just stands in her room and looks at her, giggling and running away when she finally gets annoyed. blaise always gets him back by pranking him in some way, her favorite thing to do is to knock on his door and then run away, finally revealing herself when seungmin gets frustrated. he falls for it everytime. despite their fun & games, they will always make sure they never go too far, and will check in on each other in their own ways, for example, blaise loves to bribe seungmin in running errands with her, when in reality she just wants to take him to lunch!! and she always wins in paying, but seungmin won’t give up until he gets to pay.

BLAISE & JEONGIN !

now playing > sit next to me ( foster the people )

jeongin is the human version of blaise’s impulsive thoughts. this man will encourage her to do anything, just so he can watch and laugh (and later make fun of her). she wants to spend all her money at the mall even though she’s trying to save? jeongin is giving her a long list of reasons to do it. that being said, jeongin and blaise have had countless of chaotic memories together. blaise wants to do something, and jeongin is like “let’s do it!” esp after he became legal and could drink ( blaise’s parents didn’t see this )

jeongin can always make her smile - whenever she’s having a hard time, she’s knocking on jeongin’s door, and sits on his floor - all jeongin needs is a look from her, and he’s turning on their playlist, grabbing a blanket, and sitting on the floor with her. and they will just talk, for hours, and whenever jeongin needs her, she will do the same exact thing. when things got really bad with blaise ( mental health ) jeongin was there to drag her out of the bed and pretty much forced her to live. jeongin & blaise are each other’s soul friends!

[friendlyneighborhoodamara]

Can't sleep so I'm gonna talk about Akane Tendo's reputation among fans. It's no secret I'm an Akane fan, and I'm glad that the fandom seems to be kinder to her today than in the past. In light of this, I'd like to address some of the common arguments people make or used to make against her.

For reference, a significant chunk of the humor in Ranma 1/2 involves Ranma, often intentionally, pissing Akane off, to the point that she hits him really, really hard. This is a pretty common comedic trope in shonen anime prior to like...I wanna say the 2010s? (I never watched Naruto since it looked bad but I am pretty sure that's Sakura and Naruto's dynamic.) Anyways, while I joined the fandom recently, I have learned that when the show came over to America in the early 90s, Akane was SUPER controversial for treating Ranma like this, with her critics calling her a violent domestic abuser and misandrist, and her reputation has only really recovered recently.

Now, if the "girl character beats up boy character in fit of rage" trope is something that isn't your taste in comedy, then it's not your taste in comedy. However, it's important to keep in mind qualifiers for Akane's behavior. Akane at the start of the series has been harassed by boys at her school who want to beat her up and force her to date them, leading to her having a justifiably poor perception of men and boys. Her hating boys and seeing the worst in them is very different from a man hating women due to patriarchal expectations, and even then she treats boys who are nice to her like Ryoga well.

Honestly, the only area where her dislike of boys gets kinda like morally problematic in my view is if you interpret Ranma as a trans girl: while I joked in an earlier post that Akane is a TERF, one could argue that, albeit unintentionally, Akane's negative reaction to seeing Ranma naked in her bathtub (even if accidentally) and then calling him/her a pervert plays on transphobic rhetoric against letting trans women use the women's restrooms like we're supposed to. (Humorously, most of the people mad at Akane seem to be, ah...not exactly fond of trans!Ranma headcanons, but I digress.) If other trans girls or our allies don't find the slapstick funny for that reason, fair enough, but I don't feel bothered by it given how most of the time Ranma gets hit it's for being legitimately rude and again the violence is very unrealistic.

Admittedly, if Ranma 1/2 had a more serious tone and grounded level of violence, Akane hitting Ranma would be abusive. But in the series, martial artists can walk off stuff like being crushed by a boulder, so Akane beating Ranma up by kicking him/her 50 feet into the sky because she thought he/she was trying to feel her up is not so much like domestic abuse and more akin to a wife giving her husband a light dope slap. Remember, much of the violence in this series is basically just that of a Tom and Jerry cartoon, albeit with an early Dragon Ball aesthetic. Furthermore, Ranma - as much as I love him/her as a character - is usually the instigator, with the wiki even having a list of the cruel nicknames he/she gives her, so it's not as if her actions are unwarranted:

There is, per some people, a gendered component to this discussion, that if the genders were flipped, this wouldn't be funny since Ranma doesn't hit Akane. Now, firstly, if you're a man and a 35-year-old anime not having a boy beat up a girl enough is your worst experience with "sexism", well...get over it. Secondly, in terms of wider media, men commit violence against women that is framed for laughs all the time (ex.: Miroku in Inuyasha, another Rumiko Takahashi series, is a male character where his running gag involves him groping women, which is a more realistic form of violence than anything Akane dishes out), so the notion that it's only women who hurt men in media for laughs is untrue. Thirdly, the notion that hitting Ranma is viewed as okay because "he's a boy" is dubious since he does canonically turn into a girl and Akane hits Ranma regardless of gende, and despite his claims to the contrary he/she doesn't really hate being a girl as much as he/she claims. As a concession, I will note that especially in the past some writers can be reluctant to show slapstick against women, but this is more due to internalized misogyny and viewing women as weak and needing protection. Personally, even assuming that Akane was a boy and Ranma was wholly a girl, I'd have no problem with the slapstick since it's clearly goofy and unrealistic.

Anyways, I'd like to conclude by saying (1) I am glad that I joined the fandom at a time when Akane is being perceived more and more fairly as a flawed but generally pretty nice and hilarious character who has a good deal of pathos despite the clearly slapstick-y nature of the series, and (2) thanks for reading this long, very sincere post.

[pinkieclown]

Cats The Musical Autism Headcanons

because these kitties are autistic okay!! honestly i think all the characters can be autistic these are just the ones i have specific ideaz for :3

mungojerrie & rumpleteazer (cause the twins definitely share some traits lol)

- the talking talkers… they’re both hyper-verbal :) while their chattiness can sometimes help with their schemes (they like to engage a friendly policeman in conversation!) but usually they just talk cat’s ears off cause they like talking

- always up in each other’s space, these two have very little sense of personal space and are always grabbing each other’s shoulders/arms or leaning on each other, snuggling, or generally being close to each other

- both love jumping up and down or running around to stim! sometimes they link arms and run in a circle for minutes at a time just to get their energy out

- they’re pretty spontaneous when it comes to their heists, usually jumping into it before fully working out a plan, but both can get very upset when something goes wrong/doesn’t go their way

mungojerrie

- TERRIBLE with eye contact, he’s always looking at everything except the person he’s talking to. definitely adds to his kinda ‘shifty’ reputation

- loves oral stimming, usually chewelry or something of the sort, but will absentmindedly chew on p much anything in his reach (pens, plastic, teazer’s arm, etc)

- has poor volume control, tends to talk just a bit too loud or too quiet depending on the situation

- tends to accidentally interrupt/talk over others cause he doesn’t really understand their cues

rumpleteazer

- very touchy-feely… but only on her terms! she loves initiating snuggles hugs or play-fights, but if someone touches her when she’s not expecting/in the mood, she won’t hesitate to take a swipe at em (jerrie is usually the only exception)

- tippy-toe walks alllll the time. helpful for moving quietly when she needs to but will do it for no reason at all

- loves to give cats nicknames, but doesn’t understand how they work so just decides on random nouns to call her friends

- has a hard time understanding metaphors and sarcasm

etcetera

- THE STIMMER!! she loves to stim! usually flapping her paws, tapping her toes, or bouncing in place, but pretty much any repetitive movement is a stim for her <3

- related to her stimming, she cannot sit still! she’s always moving around, playing with toys, or shifting from side to side even when she’s supposed to stay still

- loves to knit or crochet with jenny, since its repetitive and keeps her hands busy, plus she gets a cute scarf at the end!

- has echolalia, she often repeats words/sounds other cats say, usually just to feel it in her mouth

mistoffelees

- non/semi-verbal, only speaks when he’s very comfortable or around certain cats (like victoria or tugger)

- loves to perform but is naturally quite shy and quiet, so tends to lean on his ‘stage persona’ to express his more dramatic and expressive side! when he isn’t in that mindset though he’s very aloof

- very diligent about keeping himself clean and tidy. he can feel when even one tuft of fur is out of place and it BOTHERS him

- has hypersomnia, he’s always sleepy and gets worn out pretty quick (especially after his bigger magical feats)

- has very specific day to day routines (wakes up at a specific time, visits the junkyard on specific days of the week, etc) gets really frustrated and stressed if they’re interrupted or changed

- he’s a house-cat, but refuses to wear a collar (he hates how it feels)

sillabub

- didn’t speak for a long time growing up, but at like age 4 (in cat years) suddenly started speaking in full sentences. demeter was very surprised

- has a (terrifying) habit of slipping into this wide-eyed hundred yard stare when she zones out. it took a while for everyone to get used to that

- very sensitive to lights and colors, she’s the first to notice when the light shifts ever so slightly, and too-bright lights or colors are very overstimulating for her

- doesn’t like being touched except by her moms and sister (demeter & bomba and electra, respectively) and even then only in certain moments

- special interest is the night sky, she knows all the names of the constellations and can tell you the phase of the moon on any given night

- makes A LOT of eye contact

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt IX good omens on livestream, i'm not ok: S1E4

You did it, Good Omens fandom, my dear maggots. You broke me in every way. Now I'm here, and where I once spent my day peacefully being sad about normal things, I'm now sad about a random fact about nightingales I learned on a British ornithology site and this is just... the brainrot. It's real. Raise brainrot awareness. Prevention is better than the nonexistent cure.

Well, I've procrastinated this post by like 48 hours by drawing fanart and being mopey over Crowley and generally being asleep because I'm still on antibiotics and ill. So let us not procrastinate further. First, episode 4. Tally, hoes!

In preparation for the stream, I gathered two emotional support oranges, only one of which was gaseous, and an apple. This was so that rather than waste an orange on being gay for Crowley I'd use the apple for that, symbolic of his temptation in the Garden of Eden etc. I didn't know how badly this plan would go.

On Discord, our collective loins girded, I noticed with no small suspicion that everyone was muttering about the bookshop and whether I'd be okay. When I demanded frantically what happened to the bookshop (I THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS IN S2) everyone shut up and told me the bookshop was in tiptop shape and it was all tickety-boo and nothing would happen at all in episode 5.

Spoiler alert it is not all tickety-boo.

We start with Aziraphale going for a jog to keep uh fit for exercising with Crowley, and he is interrupted by Gabriel, who is not Jimbriel, and is not naked, that is, we cannot see his arse yet, but we can see that he is an arse.

We then see not-Newt the deliveryman with his wife Maude and they are the only straight couple that the people on the chat care about. Calling him not-Newt is going to pose problems for me.

Crowley is being a smart baby, and researching astronomy. Poor Crowley. I love Crowley. Do you understand? I LOVE CROWLEY.

There is a lot of talk of spoons and forks and such innuendos. I make a joke about scissors being missing. The chat does not notice. I am disappointed in the gays.

I am so engrossed in the way Death says "deeAaaAAthHHhh" that I fail to notice Not-Newt get killed delivering a message to Death. This is going to pose problems for me.

I forgot about the apocalypse plotline till the horsepeople arrive. This is understandable. I care not for this 'world' ending, my new world is Crowley. I love Crowley.

Duck aliens fucking descend. This is not a joke. There are duck aliens, and they are supportive of trans people. Newt does not count their nipples.

The Shad guy doesn't care Newt found aliens. He is upset that Newt didn't find witches. If Shad was mowing his lawn and found gold, he would toss it aside because he is focused on mowing. I can respect that. People make jokes about Newt eventually finding a witch.

It is suddenly a Christopher Nolan movie. Someone corrects me and says it's more like Jerry Bruckheimer. I do not know what that is.

Someone says Crowley destroys the Bentley but for whatever reason, like a lot of people before, makes it a black box that you have to click to read. I don't mind that, I like clicking.

Aziraphale bought out a theatre for Crowley, like a Kdrama where the rich CEO buys out an entire theatre for his working class girl.

Adam goes through what I went through with OCD. It is not fun.

It is now a horror movie. Adam floats in the air. That was not a symptom I had with OCD.

Crowley asks Aziraphale to run away with him to the stars. Aziraphale says no. Crowley is upset and my baby Azi looks so sad and confused about everything he believes in. Great. I'm totally fine, I think as I start stuffing my emotional support orange into my mouth.

It is now a Home Alone movie. Crowley in gloves is sexy. Mmmmmmm yes. Crowley does great advertising for plant spray bottles as he murders and threatens demons.

I point out that the GO book says Crowley can do "weird things with his tongue" as I learned from the GO scent guide company page. It was after all the most relevant take-away from that page.

Disco Tony arrives. This is not a safe space.

AZIRAPHALE KEEPS TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING AND IS FAILED BY HEAVEN LEAVE MY BABY AZI ALONE WTF GO AWAY. THE ANGELS WALL SLAM HIM TOO. THAT'S CROWLEY'S THING YOU BASTARDS.

Newt and Anathema are cute. I DON'T NOTICE BECAUSE IM SO UPSET HE'S CHEATING ON MAUDE AND WONDERING WHY THE CHAT IS OKAY WITH IT BECAUSE I AM A FOOL WHO CONTINUES TO MIX UP NEWT WITH NOT-NEWT AND THEN THE CHAT TELLS ME NOT-NEWT DIED AND I'M CONFUSED.

Newt and Anathema are having sex. As an aspec person, I am very alarmed at the visuals.

Azi is failed by heaven and the metatron. Shocker. Fucking get away from Azi. Azi is miserable and looks like he wants to cry.

AZI IS EXORCISED AND THE FUCKING FLAME CATCHES IN THE BOOKSHOP AND THE EPISODE ENDS.

TAKE MY PAIN MOTHERFUCKERS. I WILL POST THIS AND THEN WRITE THE EP5 PART.

[potionroulette]

📌 POTION ROULETTE ✧

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All about the comic and characters ‼️

This story takes place in the end of the 19th century. Webbigail gets crowned as the queen. Her sister, Dori is jealous of the position and with her right hand woman called Skylar and manipulated helper, Dylan, who's also Izaacs husband, they start a persuasive gang to take Webbigail down. Chilli and Oliver need to stop this and bring Dylan back, while Izaac and Millie need to uncover the mysteries of Dori. In the end, it will end peacefully, but nobody knows who the ruler will be.

📍#comicpage for comic pages

📍 #ask for asks

📍#potion roulette webcomic for anything related to PR!

📍#textpost for textposts

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Protagonists:

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Oliver Sallow:

Name: Oliver July Sallow

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Species: Border Collie

Job: Farmer

Partner: Chilli

Voice Claim: Jack Kline from Supernatural

Theme: Alien Blues - Vundabar, Johnny - American Murder Song

Oliver was born in Clovelly, and lived there for most of his life. After his mother broke up with his dad and moved out, his dad decided for them and his brother to move to London for a while. When they decided to move back to Clovelly, Oliver stayed, now 16 with the excuse that he’d be better by himself. That wasn’t true though, as the only reason he stayed is Chilli. They grew up together and when the new queen was elected, everything changed. In general what you have to know about him is that he’s EXTREMELY happy go lucky, but gets sick extremely easily so his trips to the doctor are monthly (mostly because he refuses to eat other fruit other than lotus). His voice is melodical and fun to listen to, and he usually wears his cape, but sometimes doesn’t. His favorite color is green and blue cause he wants to do anything to be matching with Chilli.

Chilli Frensby:

Name: Chinyere "Chilli" Frensby

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Species: Labrador

Job: Unemployed (Later opens a restaurant)

Partner: Oliver

Voice Claim: Antes De Las Tres - Un Fantasma

Theme: Same as above. + Little Dark Age - TGMT + Blah Blah Blah - The Oozes

Chilli had an immensely difficult childhood. His parents were thieves and we're hung for their crimes when he was 4. He lived with his beloved grandma in a poor condition and one day lost her. A few days later he met Oliver, who he ended up connecting to more than anyone. Chilli is the bright logical mind of the group and sadly the one who understands everything. In addition, he has a very monotone voice which only shows emotion when he's scared or surprised. He always carries the compass that tracks down Dorothy with him. One thing you need to know about Chilli is that he never ever forgets difficult times.

Millie Tuffin:

Name: Millie Tuffin

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Species: Cocker Spaniel

Job: Babysitter

Partner: None

Voice Claim - Jerry from Soul

Theme: Bella Belle - The Electoswing Circus + The Angry River - The Hat

Millie lived in a poor condition as a kid since her family didn't have much money but she succeeded in life and visits her family regurarly. She loves looking for her significant other and when people do tell her about a person she always gets nervous and turns them down. For now she's a babysitter, mostly babysitting Izaac and Dylan's kid, Jason. She met Izaac when shed temporarily work at an office a few years prior. Now, she follows the gang in their little aloof adventures to uncover the mystery that surrounds the Queenies.

Izaac Clampitt:

Name: Izaac Clampitt

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Species: German Shepherd

Job: Office Worker

Partner: Dylan (Broke up for a day or two until the incident.)

Voice Claim: And When I Die - The Heavy (a little more low pitched)

Theme: Same as above. + Poor Isaac - The Airborne Toxic Event

Izaac has always been a calm individual, but due to his anxiety of losing close people due to him losing his sister at a young age, he and Dylan's break up hit harder than anticipated especially since they have a son. He is a sucker for the color purple and loves bubble baths with Dylan. When he and Dylan got together again, he was filled with hope for the future, nothing will go wrong when they're together. He has a straightforward voice and always gets the point across no matter what. When he cries he breaks hearts due to him being so fragile when he loses people despite his muscularity.

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Antagonists:

Dylan Bluebell:

Name: Dylan Poppy Bluebell

Age: 30

Gender: Trans Male

Species: Australian Shepherd

Job: Florist

Voice Claim: Pineapple Soda - Hi, I'm Chris

Theme: Same as above. + Yeah Yeah Yeah (V2) - Jack Conte

Although he was an antagonist for a small period of time, Dylan was abused for 3 years by his ex and when he met Izaac his life changed. He has an obsession with snow and ice and loves pretty shades of blue. He painted the spirals on his, Oliver and Chilli's clothes himself. He is easily manipulated and when he and Izaac got back together he promised he'd never leave. He has a soft, shy voice and stammers easily when he's nervous. Dylan usually flicks his ears when he is excited.

Skylar Husker:

Name: Skylar Husker (Real Lastname is: Ashworth)

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Species: Husky

Job: Bookshop Keeper (Works for Dorothy on the side.)

Voice Claim: Ellen Harvelle from Supernatural

Theme: Ghosting - Mother Mother, Let Down - Radiohead

Skylar always had a hatred for the world and how unfair it is since she was young. After her best friend went to war and never came back (American Civil War) she decided to do anything in her power to ruin the world. When she met Dorothy, she knew exactly what to do. She and Dori were inseparable, and had a few one-of flings together, but never actually ended up feeling like that. She is a master of manipulation, and she changes her voice accordingly to the person she is controlling.

Webbigail Queenie:

Name: Webbigail "Webby (ONLY BY MURIEL)" Queenie

Age: 40

Species: Samoyed

Gender: Female

Job: Queen

Voice Claim: Lindsey Perez from Saw

Theme: John The Revelator - Depeche Mode + Run Rabbit Run - The Hoosiers

Webbigail never wanted to be queen, she hoped her sister would but her father's request haunted her life. She is terrible as a queen and does her best to always keep everything under control but she's unable to. She has a husband, unofficially since they decided to keep the relationship a secret, Muriel and a son, Charlie, who she sees only on weekends. She and her sister never had rivalries but she knows her life won't end well. She has a melancholical voice and always droopy tail and eyes.

Dorothy Queenie:

Name: Dorothy "Dori" Queenie

Age: 34

Species: Miniature Pinscher

Gender: Demigirl

Job: Unemployed (Terrorist kinda)

Dorothy was always cheerful and full of joy. When she realized her sister became Queen instead her ego took over her and she now hunts down people who support her and kills them with her two helpers. She doesn't trust Dylan, however she's fully aware of Skylars capabilities and they're partners in crime. Her last target is her sister, and she knows how to destroy her, let's just say she knows how to mix plants a lot...

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Side/Minor Characters:

Jason C.B:

Name: Jason Clampitt Bluebell

Age: 8 (10 when Libby and Lola are born, 14 when they're 4)

Gender: Male

Species: Bull Terrier (Izaacs grandad was a bull terrier)

Job: Child.

Voice Claim: Mackenzie from Bluey

Theme Song: Present Tense - Radiohead

This critter hasn't appeared many times in the comic however he is an absolutely feral child and chews on chairs and jumps on beds. He loves playtime and waking up people in their sleep to see their reaction, however he is always protective of his loved ones.

Libby C.B and Lola C.B:

Name (s): Libby Clampitt Bluebell and Lola Clampitt Bluebell

Age(s): 4, 4 (after the story ends)

Gender(s): Intersex Male, Female

Species: German and Australian shepherd mixes

Job: None, Children.

Voice Claim(s): Libby: Jean Luc from Bluey in the french dub, Lola: Little Ivy from Lackadaisy

Theme Song: Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

The two little inseperable siblings. They don't appear in the current story, however they will appear in mini comics and in a time skip in the end! Lola is a smart daring and adventurous naive child whilst Libby is shy and introverted but still follows his sister in her shenanigans.

Muriel Melville:

Name: Muriel Melville

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Species: Shetland Sheepdog

Job: Office Worker

Voice Claim: Sherlock Holmes from the Sherlock Holmes Movie 2009 (Robert Downey Jr.)

Theme Song: Too Close - Sir Chloe

I don't remember him appearing...

(I won't be adding June and April here! (Olivers Dad and Brother) Or Any other relatives my apologies)

Credit to @peteytheparrot for textpost inspiration

[naturepointstheway]

2008 Wellington Non-Replica Cats here we go

Gather around, everyone, while I pull out my souvenir programme from 2008 Cats I still have from this production way back yonks ago. Feel free to partake in some snacks! There will be plenty of photos from the brochure, hence putting them under a "read more".

Okay, so looking through this production's cast list, I see that there were pretty much the whole cast you'd expect (we had a Plato rather than Admetus, for example), plus some OCs sprinkled in there as well, which I like! The Growltiger sequence was clearly still in there, as there's a Griddlebone for example. One thing I really love is that they cast a very old (I think retired, or close to) actor as Old Deuteronomy which makes sense to me, because he is supposed to be an old cat (I think the actor was in his mid-sixties at least). Ditto for Gus as well, also of a similar age to the actor who played Old Deut, which I love for this cast, and also it makes sense for them to be played by older people, considering they are supposed to be on the older side of life.

There was a separate Quaxo character from Mistoffelees as well, and also kept the Exotica character from the 1998 movie as well.

OCs created (names only, sadly) include Victor, Johnny, Isis, Savannah, Rocket, Anoushka, and Garbo.

Okay enough rambles, on to the photos I took on my phone from the brochure!

Yes, that is Munkustrap, and honestly love his wig--very wild, very maine coon ears in there. Interesting they gave him leopard spots--maybe Jenny gave him those for him to wear for the night? I actually don't mind they gave him some leopard spots here, as it makes him look a lot more like Tugger as well, selling that whole Munk and Tugger are brothers thing even more.

Speaking of our favourite rock star cat...

That leather costume. Umph. My poor bisexual heart. I love the extra floof at his ankles (I think those are leg warmers). This Tugger, from what I remember, gave me very John Partridge's Tugger vibes, which I wholly approve of. Victoria has called shotgun for the space between his legs, and an OC (I think) cat is clawing her way up his thigh which, mood. Yes. Electra is the one that did the screaming at the end of his song (the one stretching up to him, wearing that white-ish unitard.

Griddlebone and Growltiger (I think)!

This Macavity fucks, and I remember his costumed was sparkly as fuck. Practically was in a sparkle-off competition with Mistoffelees in terms of sparkly costumes. I can absolutely see why Bomba wanted this Macavity inside her NOW.

Here's the one and only Grizabella; my favourite costume out of this non-replica Cats, I have to say.

Found a Teazer lurking at the beginning of the brochure, and I love her makeup, which is definitely very much based on the 1998 film Teazer's makeup. I love it!

I think this is supposed to be Misto, and they're adorable, especially with the makeup (which is why I'm pegging them as likely to be our favourite magical sparkly boy, as that looks very similar to Jacob's makeup in the 1998 movie.)

A Mungo has been spotted, looking cute as all get out. He absolutely uses his cute face to fool people into thinking he would never, ever steal or cause a ruckus no way he absolutely knows nothing about that Ming vase or the winter vest he stole from the humans' drawers. That was definitely another cat that looked just like him and just happened (impossible as it seems) to have a name very similar to his.

Old Deut looks very cuddly I want to snuggle him.

Munkustrap would like to have the spotlight for a bit in the middle of Bustopher's song. For some reason I keep thinking the cat next to him over his right shoulder is wearing a superhero outfit, and now all I can think of is either Teazer or Jerrie (looks like one of them) trying to convince Munkustrap they cause ruckus because they're superheroes dammit! Munk is having the fucking time of his life and I'm here for it! Let the stressed out junkyard dad have some fun and this song absolutely Brings Joy for him. Bless this Munk.

First page of a two-page spread from what seems to be The Naming of Cats. One of my favourite things is how some of the wigs are very based on the original Broadway wigs and I'm a thousand percent HERE for this. I LOVE wild wigs that you sometimes see in other productions too, especially in bootlegs from earlier productions from the eighties/early nineties. I see one of the psychic twins (Tanto I believe) with their unmistakeable wig, and a sparkly Misto behind whom I THINK is Jemima (1980s style wig), and Victoria is also very easy to recognise here too with her white wig and unitard.

Second page of the two-page spread from what is likely Naming of Cats. I can very easily spot Tugger right at the back at top left corner, and there's a Jenny over near the right top corner too (very bright orange stripes. We're talking neon here!)

First page of a two-page spread from the Jellicle Ball, everyone looking fab there; I believe I spotted a Tugger again (yep there he is at the far left), a Victoria, and what might be Quaxo right at the back there in the tuxedo costume.

Second page of a two-page spread from the Jellicle Ball, and oh hi Misto there you are looking all cryptid and mysterious way up on your lonesome in the back. I think I finally spotted Alonzo at the bottom right corner (his patterns suggest he could be Alonzo) too.

Aaand that's all! Hope you enjoyed this little journey through my very old souvenir programme from a non-replica Cats performance in Wellington, NZ in 2008. May your conjuring turns never falter and may you always meditate on your secret third name.

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[starrrling]

TASK 006: THE TALENT SHOW [ ... encore ... ]

“Actually, wait, can I go again?”

Even at the heights of her alcoholism, Reece had always been sort of a lightweight: she’s been the same height since middle school, and she’s held her liquor like an (alcoholic) eighth-grader indefinitely. Seventh months of sobriety, though, had rendered her tolerance at an all-time-low, and she felt dizzy and warm almost as soon as she swallowed against the familiar burn of the liquor.

She floated her way through the final six performances; she was sickly, shamefully satisfied by the way the heat moving through her cells made everything feel better, exactly like she knew it would. Who had she been to try and pretend that she could suffer through a lifetime of white-knuckled restraint? Not every unloved child could grow up into somebody who’d been worth saving. She was, after all, her mother’s bastard daughter: an aberrant footnote at the end of somebody else’s better story. Why not drink?

After a few minutes, the shot settled, Reece’s cranium loosened, and all of the rest of it went away, leaving behind only the simple, salient question, something that didn’t make her sad at all: Why not drink?

Through Naomi’s knife-throwing, Vikram’s recitation of Pi, Natalia’s dreary Debussy, Reece floated, and she thought, Why not drink? And she didn’t know that she was going to sneak another shot until she did it, and she didn’t know she was going to take the stage again once everything was over until she did it, but once she was up there again, blinking against the light as if she’d woken up there, mid-sleepwalking, Reece understood that the entire evening was irreversible. She’d already stood up in front of everyone again, which meant that the worst thing she could possibly do would be not to make it count.

“Actually, wait, can I go again?” Reece interrupted what might have otherwise been the end of the talent show, not waiting for anyone to grant her permission—she was flailing in the focus, looking out at all of those sets of eyes, spilling irradiance like headlights, auspicious of roadkill. “Because I think I did it wrong, before. With the song. He didn’t even like that song,” she explained, with a derisive snort, as if she and Richard’s ghost and all of them in the room were in on some kind of inside joke at Reece’s own expense. “

I actually have a confession to have instead, if that’s cool, ‘cause I lied before, the other day. Mickey started talking about the last time she saw Richard, and I said the last time I saw him was July—I did see him then, on my grandma’s birthday—that story was true, I mean—but I saw him again, too, after that.”

There had to be some reason that she was telling them this, but she didn’t think it was absolution. She didn’t think. “Last time I saw Richard, it was the first week of August.” She’d made the drive with the brand-new six-month sobriety chip in her pocket—homemade, courtesy of Zelda, a shiny plastic party-store coin with three googly eyes super-glued to each side; one for every month since Reece got sober. “I drove up from Staten Island without calling first, and when I showed up here, he said, ‘Reece, what a pleasant surprise,’ and then I turned and puked on Jerry’s feet, instead. Now, I know what you’re thinking, ‘cause it’s what he was thinking, which is why I told him, ‘don’t worry, I’m not drunk! I’m just pregnant. Also, can I have 500 bucks for an abortion?’ He was quiet for the longest time—like, somebody was on the floor, cleaning my puke off of Jerry, and Richard was still just looking at me. I thought, my God, I’ve finally done it, Mrs. Tristan was right, I’ve given the poor man an aneurysm; I’ve killed him. But then he finally cleared his throat, and he went to get his checkbook. And then he went to get his keys." He'd driven him there himself, Reece silent in the passenger seat, unendurably grateful. "He let me crash here that weekend. And when I left, he, uh—he told me to… to take care of myself, and to… come again soon,” she said, her voice cracking, breaking off, rising up into a reedy, lachrymal pitch. “So, that’s, uh—that’s the last time I saw him.”

[satninroses]

Hey is there a possibly way I could get a fix of reader standing up for Elvis against the corneal, and being a unmovable rock for him in his toughest times.

Because I love You

(A/N) 1 more off the list :) This one was cute! I hope you like it Nonnie! Also, look out for the drabble list later tonight!

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word count: 1,344

Warnings: Passing Out, Mentions of Drugs, and Swearing

The last thing Elvis could see before passing out was the vauge outline of you. You were running towards him with… was it worry etched on your face? Before he could make a move to get closer to you, he had passed out cold backstage.

“Oh god, someone please call an ambulance or, or get a doctor! Please!” You yelled frantically to anyone that would listen. At the sound of your voice in such a worried state, Jerry bent down beside you and Elvis to comfort you. He rubbed your back as you tried to get Elvis to wake up. Jerry was also barking orders about water and ice to get him.

Scrambling feet and loud voices calling 911 filled your senses. “(Y/N). It’s going to be ok. We’re gonna get him to a hospital and have him look at, ok?” Came Jerry’s sweet voice. Tears welled in your eyes and you stared back. “What if this isn’t like last time? What if he can’t wake up? Please, god please let him live.” You sobbed out. Your grip on Elvis tightened and you leaned into his face. “Please wake up baby. Please wake up baby. Please wa-“

“My, what is going on here?” Came the Colonel. You whipped your head back at him and looked him in the eyes. “It’s Elvis! He isn’t feeling well! W-we have to get him to a doctor, please!” You spoke frantically.

You had quite the disdain for Tom Parker. In Elvis’ words, he was nothing more than a blood-sucking vampire. Night after night, Elvis would come home tired, hungry, exhausted, and everything in between. You kept yourself quiet as to not upset Elvis. You knew that Tom Parker was the reason Elvis was where he was today and you were forever grateful for that. However, it came with its fair share of problems as well. Elvis would be overworked to death most nights. He could barley make it up the stairs to your shared bedroom without collapsing half way up them and in need of your assistance.

You loved Elvis more than anything and it hurt to sit and watch him kill himself for the sake of the music industry. Colonel on the other hand, could care less about it. As long as Elvis was up and ready to preform and making him money, he didn’t care about the poor boy. This enraged you to no end. As much as you wanted to slap some sense into Parker, you also wanted to slap some sense into Elvis. He needed to see that he was being used for his talent and skill.

“Oh, do not worry girl. He will be up to perform. Jerry, get him some of this pills we were talking about earlier. That will wake him up!” You shot your head over to Jerry and gave him an unreadable expression. This look turned into tears, and heavy ones too. “You’re his best friend! You giving him drugs? Have you all known about this?!” You were in a full blown panic attack by time anyone could reach down and comfort you.

“Mrs. Presley, I understand your concern but our boy will be just fine with some of these painkillers. They have things in them that will make him feel better.” The colonel spoke stoically.

“DRUGS. That’s what they’re called! Don’t beat around the bush with me. You stood here and let him KILL HIMSELF just so you could make some money? You’re disgusting! You sit there and, and you think you’re his savior? God-sent warrior? You’re KILLING him you piece of shit!” You blew up on Parker. Your voice dropped in venom from pent-up hatred for him. His eyes widened as well as some of the backstage crew members standing around. “For too long I’ve sat here while you turned him into a brainless zombie. It ends NOW. Get me an ambulance or so help me God, I’ll carry him on my back to the hospital.” You spoke with a dangerous edge in your voice.

If looks could kill, Colonel would have been a dead man standing. He opened his mouth as if he were going to responded but promptly shut it. He turned away from you and began to walk away from the scene. “Call them an ambulance at once.” He spoke simply. The anger in your body was replaced with an overwhelming sense of relief that was under-toned with guilt. You really hadn’t meant to blow up. It just kind of.. happened? Whatever the reason for it was obsolete now. You needed to help your baby get well.

His breathing was shallow for a few moments before returning to a steady pace. You maneuvered his head so that it sat in your lap. You brushed your hands softly against his face and whispered sweet words into his ears.

“Come on baby. Please wake up for me? When we get home, we’ll have some of those sandwiches you like. Those peanut butter bacon banana sandwiches? Come one baby, wake up. I love you so much” You spoke very wobbly. Before you knew it, there were paramedics at the scene doing his vitals. You stepped out of the way and stood next to Jerry. He extended his arm out and wrapped it around your shoulder to bring you into a hug. “It’s gonna be ok (Y/N). He’s gonna be back and running in no time.” You sniffled against him and nodded.

Elvis’ eyes had fluttered open slowly and adjusted to the harsh lighting. He tried to sit up but someone had pressed their hand against his chest to keep him down. “Wh-… what’s goin’ on?” He spoke. “Mr. Presley, my name is Andrew. I’m with the Memphis Department of Health and Safety. We’re gonna take you to the hospital to get checked out, ok? Someone said that you took a pretty harsh fall and we just want to make sure you’re ok.” Elvis shook his head gently before letting the two young men besides him help him sit up.

Through your sniffles and sobs, you heard the paramedics talk to Elvis. This meant he was up. You let go of Jerry and scampered over to him. “Elvis?!” You spoke with a sob. The two young men who had helped Elvis stand up whipped their head towards you. Elvis turned slightly and saw you. A gave you a reassuring smile but it faltered once he had seen the stains of tears and puffy lips you sported. “Baby, c’mere. What’s wrong?”

You wanted to launch yourself at him but you knew that would do him any good. You hugged him lightly and sobbed into the jumpsuit he had on. “I-I was so afraid th-that you died! I don’t want anything like th-this to happen again!” You stuttered out. Elvis hugged back and kissed you on the crown of your head. For a moment, you both sat like that in the middle of the hallway, entranced with each others scent and being.

Jerry came over to Elvis and pat him on the shoulder. “Good to see you up again E.P.” He spoke with a smile. Elvis smiled back and held you tighter to him. “By the way, should have heard what (Y/N) said to Parker.” Your eyes widened and you gave Jerry a displeased look. Elvis raised his eyebrow and looks down at you. “Satnin. What did you say?”

Red and Sonny joined the conversation after overhearing Jerry. “Yeah! She called him a P.O.S. Kind of out of character for you though.” Elvis looked down at you, confused.

“What did you say baby?”

“Oh…uhh… I called him a..,” your tone got quieter and you mumbled the last part.

“Baby, speak up. What did you say?”

“I-I called him a piece of shit. I told him to treat you better too.” You finally confessed. You blushed a little and looked away. You were still pressed up against him when he squeezed your arm tightly. You thought he was mad so you looked up at him to apologize.

“God I love you.”

(My faves🤍: @mt12209 @myradiaz @presleyenterprise @ccab @18lkpeters @austinsmutler @elvisalltheway101 )

[frostandflamesfanfic]

Family Dinner (College!Steve Harrington x Reader)

Family Dinner (Rated T)

Pairing: College!Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k+ (I got carried away)

Warnings: A few brief innuendos and Steve being a flirt. Nothing too crazy!

Summary: Stevemas Day 7- A continuation of Take Me Home for Christmas, you and Steve landed in your hometown and you're already dreading the first meeting between him and your parents. When the family dinner finally rolls around, the two of you are forced to confront your feelings due to a surprising question from your younger cousin.

“Steve, you don’t have to do this,” you glanced up at your boyfriend with the widest of pleading eyes you could muster. “You don’t have a hotel, you can just fly back to Hawkins and I’ll meet you there in a few days like we planned-”

“Babe,” Steve cut you off with a small smile. “It’s going to be okay. It’s just a few days.” He let go of his suitcase handle to hold both of your arms rather gently. ”Besides, your family is the reason you’re in my life, so how bad can it be?”

Just as you opened your mouth to answer, the shrill sound of your mother’s familiar tone as it called your full name scraped its way into your eardrums. You winced at the volume and tried your best to hide yourself against Steve’s form. “Oh god,” you muttered in a tone only he could hear. “It’s only been a minute and I already want to go. Can’t we just hop on another flight?”

“Think it’s a little too late for that,” your boyfriend muttered back, a fake smile already plastered against his lips. As he let go of your arms, he slipped a hand around your waist, pulling your back against his chest ever so gently. “Just smile and wave; it’ll be over soon.”

A sigh escaped your lips and you shook your head subtly in protest. Oh, poor Steve. Poor sweet, innocent, incredibly charming Steve. If you had known he was coming before the flight, you would have been able to give him much more than the two hour breakdown on your family’s quirks you had given him during the journey. 

“Oh, there you are!!” your mother tutted. “My favorite child, my pride and joy-“

“Mom. I’m your only child.” You felt Steve try to hold back a laugh against your back. 

“Doesn’t mean you can’t be my favorite.” The dazzling smile your mother beamed at you soon became rather discomforting. You knew that look; it was the look of first impressions. A trick she had taught you years ago, your mother knew the way to charm anyone or anything. Every time the holidays rolled around, you swore this expression was superglued to her face. The fact that Steve was here didn’t help matters much, either. 

Steve was new. Steve wasn’t like your other friends you had brought with you for the holidays. Considering you hadn’t even mentioned him to her, it was only natural your mother would be curious who this young man is with her child. 

“You must be Steve,” she said once she made eye contact. “We spoke on the phone.”

Your boyfriend smiled courteously before he reached out his free hand for her to shake. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” he spoke with an air of confidence, a tone he reserved for some of your stricter professors or advisors. It brought a smile to your face. Steve was trying to impress your parents. That had to mean something, right?

It was a minute before your father came to stand by your mother’s side. “We have get a move on if we want to beat the rush hour. It was already starting to back up when we were pulling into the parking lot.” When turned his head, you noticed the bulky black frame of his portable phone. “No, Jerry. We have to act now or else we’ll lose the sale.”

“Merry Christmas to you, too, Dad,” you mumbled under your breath. 

Steve subtly squeezed your hip with his hand before using his thumb to rub circles against the fabric of your shirt. Be calm, it said. You’re not alone with this anymore. I’m right here. 

“Merry Christmas, sir,” his voice came to your aid. “I’m Steve Harrington, I go to school with your-“

“Oh, right.” Your father adjusted the phone and reached a hand to shake Steve’s. “You’re the young man staying with us. Hope you were warned. The holidays around here…are known to be a bit…memorable.”

A light-hearted chuckle sounded from Steve’s throat. It was almost natural, as though it was something he was used to. Come to think of it, he probably was. Steve had told you about the Christmases of old: ones with fancy parties his parents would host for the snoots of hometown Hawkins. Steve knew how to play the part, almost as well as your parents. “So I’ve heard, sir.”

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After driving back to the house, your mother had dragged your father out to the grocery store to pick up some extra ingredients for your great-grandma Agnes’ homemade stuffing. Your father fulfilled his societal obligation to frown upon the two of you being alone together in your room. You had playfully indulged him, arguing how you and Steve were both well into your twenties and were responsible adults. Besides, the spare guest bedroom was meant to be given to Aunt Ruth when her plane arrived the following morning. Steve couldn’t be expected to get a hotel room this close to the holiday! Unaware of what was actually happening, Steve had kindly offered to take the floor or the couch in order to respect everyone’s wishes. You wanted to kiss him senseless right then and there for his beautiful nature…maybe later. 

To be honest, the two of you were thankful for the reprieve. The entire ride to the house was full of questions, mostly directed toward you. How was school? Did you still like your major? How did you two meet? You had expected more intrusive questions, but you supposed the rest would come at the family dinner. 

Steve let out a low whistle as he set down yours and his luggage on the floor. He glanced around the pale colored walls and picture frames, a crooked smile plastered against his face. He was much more relaxed now that you were alone. This was the first time he would have a chance to learn more about your past. Steve certainly wasn’t going to let it go to waste. Your childhood bedroom wasn’t much, especially since it was mostly cleared out to fill your dorm, but it still told a story; a beautiful story of the person Steve had come to fall in love with so easily in such a short time. 

Photos of you and family were lined against the walls, mostly of you and your parents. Steve knew you had had a difficult relationship with your extended family— including your own parents. While you had been sure they meant well, you had always felt like the outcast, the one who never truly measured up to everyone’s expectations of you. As he looked at each picture, Steve felt his heart sink at the thought of a smaller you faking a smile for a picture before racing back to whatever book or song you were distracted with before. 

He wished your younger self had the smile he had tucked away in his wallet, a Polaroid he had swiped from Robin after the night he asked you out. You were laughing at something he had said. Granted, he was probably being incredibly pathetic, but you… you were really happy. Steve remembered how that day he decided your laugh was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, and he would do whatever it took to keep hearing it every day for the rest of his life. 

Each frame was hung in a particular pattern. It was clear to Steve that someone had taken great care to ensure perfection. That someone was most likely you, too. He had seen your shared dorm with Robin. While the adorable babbling musician’s side of the room was messy, yours was always kept tidy. He could hardly remember a time he’d seen something on the floor. Well, aside from that one time… Steve’s lips quirked into a smirk at the memory. 

“Nice room,” he commented, raising an index finger toward a peeling Care Bears poster. “Cute.”

He just about laughed at the way your eyes widened and you lunged to be in his field of vision. “That’s uh,” you stammered. “That’s really old.” 

Steve nodded slowly, a grin stretched across his features. “Sure it is, sweetheart,” he mused, taking a step forward to pull you back into his chest. He pressed a few kisses against your hairline. “I still think it’s adorable. Seeing you with all your little stuffed bears…”

“Stop itttt,” you whined, hiding your face deeper in his sweater. 

Steve in fact could not stop. “I bet you had like ten or twelve of ‘em and that you were even more adorable than you are now.”

Another groan escaped you as you attempted to get absorbed into his much taller frame. You could hear his heart thudding against his chest in a slow rhythm. Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum. Just hearing his heartbeat, feeling him close by, helped you to relax. It was silly, but you were more at home with Steve than you were in your childhood bedroom. 

“Can we take a nap?” your voice came out muffled from within the cotton material. After a multi-hour-long plane ride and a stressful first meeting, there was nothing you wanted more than to curl up with your boyfriend and become dead to the world. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Steve was a cuddler at night. Less of a guilty pleasure than a need, you secretly believed being held in his arms was the cure-all to everything. 

As usual, Steve was more than willing to accommodate your request. A grin stretched across his face and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “When’s the dinner?” he asked with a gentle kiss pressed to your temple. 

“Not for hours and hours,” you mumbled, voice thick with the need to sleep. Your fingers gripped into the material as you tried to physically phase yourself into your boyfriend. 

Steve’s chest expanded with a heavy sigh and he nodded. “Alright,” he agreed. “As long as your folks are alright with seeing us in the same bed. Don’t want to spend Christmas in the emergency room, babe.”

“They’ve seen worse.”

“...something you need to tell me about, sweetheart?” 

“Hm?” Your drowsy state didn’t help you recognize what you had shared with the boy before you. When he guided your head back gently to capture your gaze with his own, your brow wrinkled in confusion. Why was he looking at you like that? He looked worried, almost afraid even. Almost like he was afraid you were…

“OH!” you suddenly exclaimed. “Oh, oh, god no! No, it wasn’t me! It was my, uh, it was my cousin and his girlfriend. They had gotten a little too deep into the eggnog and decided my parent’s room would be a great spot for, uh, yeah.”

Steve blinked. “Well, that’s just stupid.” 

“Eggnog, Steve,” your tone was adamant. “Heavily spiked eggnog.”

“So stay away from the eggnog, then. Noted- oof.” The force of yours and Steve’s bodies made a soft thud as you caused the two of you to fall down onto the mattress. Your boyfriend gave a soft huff into the pillow he was now face down on. “Hey, what was that for?!”

“Shhh,” you said with a hum. “Sleep time, pretty boy.”

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A few hours later, you woke up feeling much more refreshed and warm next to the boy you loved. Your lips twitched up into a fond smile as you took in the sight beside you. Steve was still passed out, muted snores escaping him every so often. He looked incredibly peaceful with the slight smile that seemed plastered to his face. A few stray hairs fell into his line of sight and you fought the urge to push them out of the way in fear of accidentally waking him up. 

As you watched him sleep just a bit longer, a warmth spread throughout your body. Butterflies fluttered about in your stomach and you began to wonder how you ended up in this situation. It almost seemed like something that could be written as one of those store-end-cap cheesy romance novels. Person A meets Person B, they fall in love, Person A surprises Person B on a plane on the way to meet Person B’s parents for Christmas. 

“Take a picture,” Steve croaked out in a hoarse sleep drunk tone, “it’ll last longer.”

“Sorry,” you apologized, already feeling the red hot flush as it made its ascent up your neck. “You know what they say, though. When you find good art, you take the time to appreciate it.”

“I’ve also heard that flattery gets you everywhere. How long did we sleep?”

You turned your head to glance over at the analog alarm clock perched on your old nightstand. It was almost six o’clock, meaning you had about…forty-five minutes to get ready for the most chaotic meal of your year. “A few hours,” you replied with a sigh. 

A swear escaped Steve’s lips. “We’re going to be late for dinner.”

“Nooo!” you playfully groaned as you flopped into him. You snuggled your face into his sweater again, hands sliding up his back underneath it. “We could just hide up here. ‘Sneak downstairs later to pick at some of the leftovers. Mom always ends up makin’ too much, anyway.”

“As tempting as it sounds, sweetheart,” Steve replied. “I want to make a good impression on your family. Something tells me the two of us staying up in your room all night might do just the opposite.”

You tried to reply by snuggling closer, but Steve was quicker. He scooted his way to the edge of the bed, hands pushing you gently back onto the mattress. With a stretch, he yawned and bent over to pick up the suitcase he packed. He tossed it haphazardly beside you and quickly unzipped it, pulling out the two dress shirts laid on top. The first shirt was a deep maroon with black buttons with thin horizontal white lines, one of your favorites on him. The other was a navy and grey checkered shirt you had only Steve wear for special occasions. Knowing that he selected it to bring and wear for your parents only made the warmth within you spread.

“Which one?” he asked you.

Without any hesitation, you sat up and raised an index finger toward the red shirt. “That one.”

Steve nodded at your choice, setting the other shirt back into the suitcase. He reached down to the hem of his sweater and began to lift it up off his form. You couldn’t help the stare that locked onto the skin which was slowly being revealed. When he noticed, Steve sent a wink your way. “Like what you see, babe?”

Just as you were about to answer, a barrage of knocks descended upon your door. “Dinner’s in thirty minutes!” your father’s voice boomed behind the wood. “Your mother needs help with the place settings and wrangling the kids into the dining room.”

You hung your head in exaggerated exasperation, eyes flickering back to Steve. He was attempting to smother a laugh at your expression. “Sure thing, Dad,” you called back. “Just need a minute.”

When you and Steve finally made your way downstairs, it looked as though a tornado had torn through the hallway. Backpacks, jackets, and diaper bags littered the floors and coat hangers. Several pairs of shoes were left as a heap in favor of sliding on the hardwood floors with socks. You managed to avoid having a head-on collision with your nine-year-old cousin, Alexandra, as she slid by. 

Steve, on the other hand, was not as lucky. 

“Oof,” your boyfriend exclaimed as he quickly reached down to secure the girl who had collided into him. “Are you okay?”

Your cousin merely blinked. “You’re new,” she said flatly. “Who are you?”

“Alex-” you started. 

“No, no. It’s alright, babe. I got this.” Steve waved at you with a small smile. He glanced down at the young girl before him. “I’m your cousin’s boyfriend.”

Alexandra crossed her arms and cocked a hip, eyes locked onto yours with a raised eyebrow. “You,” she said, “have a boyfriend?”

You shifted your weight side to side, left hand coming up to rub against your right arm. Sure, you knew the second you saw Steve on the plane that things were going to be even more eventful at this year’s Christmas dinner. The last thing you expected, though, was for your cousin to be the first to question your new relationship. Over the years, she had been less than supportive of your dating life, once she learned what dating was about. Every single date you had needed to pass Alex’s test – they had to be worthy enough.

Lucky for you, Steve was quick to jump to your defense. “Sure does,” he replied as he sidled over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. A gentle press of his lips to your temple was enough for you to melt against his frame. “Somehow I managed to snag a date with this one over the semester.”

“So you go to the same school?” Alexandra questioned.  

Steve nodded and gave a gentle squeeze against your hip. “Her roommate is my best friend. Well, second best friend, if you ask this kid- Dustin Henderson. He’s staked some claim to the title, which I admit is pretty weird, but he’s a pretty cool kid-”

“Steve.” You raised a hand to place atop the arm he still had wrapped around you. When he turned his head to look at you, you could see the warmth and love in his eyes. Steve hardly ever rambled. It was a behavior reserved for moments when he was stressed or nervous. Apparently Alex had that effect on everyone she stared down. You reached up to brush his hair back in an attempt to calm him down. He immediately turned into putty in your hands, eyes closed briefly and a soft hum sounding from his throat. 

“Do you love each other?” Alexandra’s voice shattered through the magic of the moment, eyes trained solely on Steve. It caused the older boy to waver, eyes flickering between you and the small girl who challenged his existence. 

Your own breath caught in your throat. The two of you had hardly reached the title stage of your relationship. Sure, you admired the boy who had stolen your heart. You’d probably even go as far as to say you were in love with everything he did. But the question became: did he feel the same? It wasn’t something you wanted to push him into, especially not by means of a nine-year-old. What if this scared him off? What if he broke up with you right then and there, before Christmas? What if-

“‘Course we do,” Steve responded before placing a kiss on your cheek. “Your cousin is my person. And I think we all need a person, even you little miss...”

“Alexandra,” your cousin said as she held out her hand. “But you can call me Alex.”

Steve leaned down to shake her hand firmly. “Pleasure to meet you, Alex,” he said. “My name’s Steve.”

“Welcome to the family, Steve.”

Your boyfriend smiled and glanced back at you. His face was the epitome of happiness in that exact moment. Even without being able to see it, you knew that your own expression mirrored his emotions. This Christmas, the two of you had each other. Despite the rest of the chaos which ensued throughout the remainder of the evening, including your grandmother’s insistence on you retelling how the two of you met, it was one of the best dinners of your life. 

“Hey, uh, Steve,” you stuttered out when you had led him into a quiet corner of the house. You had hoped to speak to him sooner, but given the commotion of multiple little kids and gossiping family members, it proved to be more of a challenge than you anticipated. 

“Yeah?” he asked, concern etched upon his features. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah! No, uh, yeah, everything’s fine!” you replied, hands reaching for his own. “I just wanted you to know that, uh, you’re mine, too.”

Steve knit his eyebrows together. “What?”

“My person, I mean. I, uh, I think of you as my person, too.”

A soft ‘oh’ left Steve’s lips as he let his hands drop down to your sides. His thumbs rubbed circles above the fabric of your shirt and he stepped closer. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. It wasn’t long or messy, just a silent promise of many Christmas dinners and plane rides to come. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he whispered against your mouth.

You grinned as you pulled him in for another soft kiss. “Merry Christmas, Steve.” 

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Author's Note: I couldn't resist. After writing the first part, I needed to write the second part where Steve met your family. I'm a serious sucker for Hallmark movie trope stories and I feel Steve is just the best character to use for these situations. This fic is significantly longer than most of the others in this event, but we can consider this a bit of a consolation for the missed day on the 17th. College AU Steve is actually pretty fun to write for...maybe we should do a part 3 where we travel back to Hawkins. What does everyone think?

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[metvllic]

hey hey hey everyone! i'm queso (she/her, 21+) and i bring you actual, factual doofus, lee jihye. i'm working on her stats, bio, and wanted connections but i'll have a brief version of them under the cut! i'm super excited to be here and plot with all of you and get to know you and your lovely muses! i have discord available for plotting if you hate tumblr messaging as much as i do. anyway, without further ado, here's more about jihye! trigger warning for the briefest mention of physical abuse. edited to add: pls click the lil heart down there and I'll come bother you in your messages!!

miss ma'am is 29 and has no idea what she wants to do in life. she doesn't know shit about fuck. she's paralyzed by indecision and making the wrong choice so she just...doesn't do anything.

her power has helped her, at least, have a career that keeps her from being on the street or completely poor. without her job as a personal trainer she'd have nothing as she doesn't have a support system. her dad was an abusive alcoholic and her mom loved her and did her best but never got them out of the situation so as soon as jihye was able she disappeared into the wind.

if you knew her prior to her turning 20, when she was im nari, no you didn't. she doesn't acknowledge her past or who she used to be and if you call her nari, she'll gaslight you to hell and back.

she has the same power as her dad, which is its own can of worms that she's not addressing or getting help for.

she really did move into the apartment for a washer and dryer because she hates the laundry mat and would sooner yeet herself from a building then sit in one for hours again.

sis can't be serious for more than 20 consecutive seconds without panicking and making a joke or immediately disengaging. she doesn't do conflict.

she's been in the apartments for 4 years and is probably still a stranger to most because she sleeps weird hours and is always operating on gremlin time.

she's always eating junk and subsisting on cigarettes and energy drinks.

she's got a good heart but she's just constantly overwhelmed by everything and was never given good coping mechanisms. hoping we can find her someone in the rp that can help her move past her crippling indecisiveness and actually grow.

plot ideas:

obviously because I said she can't deal with anyone who knew her before she moved and changed her identity, we have to have that. maybe childhood best friends and your muse is like, "no, I definitely know you. you do the same thing with your lip she did." and it's just some tom and jerry tomfoolery until she breaks.

a love interest (m/f/nb/etc) that things seemed incredibly serious with until miss jihye blew it up and ditched. the thought of anything serious would terrify her and I'm sure the aftershock of her actions would be fun to rp. I love angst and drama and slow burn so pls give me this?!!

a new bestie. you see this weird chick who's existing on cigarettes and monster and you're 98% sure you've never seen her come in with groceries?? how is she even alive?? and your muse kind of takes it upon themselves to look after her, for whatever reason. at first jihye is skeptical but she comes to enjoy your muse's presence and before she knows it, she's gotten too close and has a new bestie she refuses to let go of.

okay listen. she's never cruel or mean outright, ever, but she is kind of oblivious and her inability to treat anything with the respect it deserves or requires could definitely rub someone the wrong way. I could definitely see someone in the apartments thinking she's thoughtless and rude because of her level of self involvement and not really being used to thinking of others.

her savior. your muse agreed she could use their washer and dryer, whether through constant badgering or the kindness of their heart. jihye brings snacks, booze, cigarettes-- whichever your muse prefers in payment. she's not good at being sociable but your muse can see she's really trying her best despite the awkwardness.

someone jihye flirts with constantly. she's good at smooth talking and chatting people up and is often very forward. your muse has caught her eye. we can plot whether things get more serious or it's just a playful back and forth or just jihye being a greaseball before it grows into a friendship or something else?

throw anything and everything at me. I love fluff, angst, drama, slow burn, toxic, etc.

[joycew-blog]

I have so many thoughts about the finale!!! First off, I am so happy that Rick regressed!!! It's of course terrible for Morty and the rest of the family, but it feels way more realistic and interesting. The path to recovery is hard and will have roadblocks. You can't fix decades of bad habits in just a couple of episodes.

That doesn't mean that Rick hasn't been trying tho! Him helping Jerry with the Fortune Cookies, the whole Roy thing, Analyze Piss, that was still the real Rick! He still went to therapy, he did genuinely try.

But Morty being mad at him just triggers things in him that makes him go back in his old ways. It was a less bad reaction than in the past, cause last time Morty called him out on his crap Rick decided to replace him with two crows and before that we got the Vat of Acid episode (there might be more, but esp the Vat is so vivid in my mind of the bad crap he did to that poor kid). He wouldn't have made a robot that's actually kind to Morty and have him have a good time. In that sense I guess Rick knows his limitations, that he can't make Morty happy right now as he is.

But instead of discussing that with him and being emotionally open about it, he goes behind their back and replaces himself with a robot so he betrays their trust....again! (Cause he probably thinks it's better if he's not around while he's like this, but at the same time he's proving the point that it's better he's not around by putting out a robot that's 'better' than him. It's a self-fulling prophecy and he does this all the time.)

As for Morty, someone, anyone, please give this poor kid a hug! He just wanted a nice Christmas for himself and his family. He never gets a break and when he does it's just too good to be true!

I think when he broke down in front of the President it was more than just Christmas being ruined. His trust was betrayed, again, and the things he enjoyed the past episode probably now leave a bitter taste in his mouth since it was not his real grandpa. He probably thought at that moment that Rick would rather build a robot to be nice to him, instead of putting in the effort himself...

And then of course Curtis drives the knife even deeper by betraying Morty afterwards...

And Robot Rick! He was so kind and he tried so hard. I felt for him so much with how he felt so guilty about betraying the family's trust. And him trying to be honest about it made my stomach twist cause I knew it would just go badly...

And when it did go bad the family immediately went out to destroy him. They must be really traumatized from the robots and clones and the crap Rick has pulled them through with it…

Seriously Robot Rick was the final hero in this episode and I wished he didn't die...

And god the final couple of minutes...

They are going on adventures again, but dang the reason for it will be so different! For Morty the most, cause what will happen if they find Prime? And what does Rick mean he is on all the location that were pointed on his map?! Like, he's on all of them at the same time, or are those places he has been/has mini-homebases?

And the classic Rick ramble at the end. Normally they are done for comedy purposes, but in this scene it just felt....dark and sad. This is what Rick really is, an obsessed, traumatized person wanting to find the guy that killed his family. It broke him down to his core, the search for him even more so than the killing of his family. Even years later he still can't let it rest!

And now he's dragging his grandson along him with it...

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This episode is the exact reason I love this show. Just when I think I lose a bit of interest they do something that's made me hyped up all over again!

I really am hyped and curious to find out what they are going to do for season 7!

[rumor-weed]

Links to My Other Muses!

Audrey “Rumor” Weed - My Main Blog! You Are Here! But also check out the blog, it’s got a lot of fun links/little fun bonus bits. Here to spread rumors, gossip, and party hard til the last day. Her best friends are Bob the Tomato and Petunia Rhubarb. Petunia makes sense, they have a history, but Bob? One can only wonder how long they've known each other. They're on a bowling league together, and she loves it. She's very competitive, just probably not the best bowler. She may have sold Jollies, but we forgot to do anything with that plotline so who knows.

Bartlebey the Butler - Oh, Bartlebey. How beloved your bartleblogging has become. You scamp. You scallywag. You may be a Lovecraftian horror who vaguely resembles and sounds like Tim Curry, but is also a Veggie, a Butler, and Bartlebey, but you’re our Lovecraftian horror. Rescued from a few mentions on a dead blog, we made you our own. In fact, really, the only thing we kept was the only information given: your name and occupation. Now we know so much about you! Well... we know more than we did before, anyway. And that information can be found on the provided Veggie Lore page on the blog, if you don’t feel like sifting through all the RP logs. He is madly in love with Charlie Pincher. One could even say he's Charlie Pincher's dream come true. Maybe he is. He doesn't know where he came from, and his memories all seem fabricated. Was he ever real to begin with?

Phil Winklestein - the Toledian actor best known for being Frankencelery, potentially the next great musical playwright? probably not, though. Just really, really attracted to tomatoes for some reason. He's awkward, uncomfortable, and genuinely a little pathetic. A real "poor little meow meow" of a guy, or whatever you call them. He tries too hard to impress and it often backfires on him.

Peter Pepperazzi - the sleaziest Pepper you’ve ever met. He gives off dark, unsettling vibes, and nobody knows quite why he’s so obsessed with the Veggies, but when they became active again the summer of ‘23, he showed up as well, ready to ask questions. Does he seem a little obsessed with Petunia more than the others? What's his angle? Does he look familiar? He says he has a kid. Does he have any other family around?

Lovey Asparagus - poor, sweet Lovey. Went through an awful period of marriage, murdered divorced her husband, and yet he came back anyway, denying any knowledge of the worst of their relationship. She’s a Vampire now and her best friend is Jerry Gourd, so you know we’re following canon VeggieTales very closely. Only source material here, folks. She may have murder a little deeper in her veins than we think, and as her relationship with Archibald - at least, the one who returned - heals, she's considering solving murders and doing a true crime podcast with him. Just as best friends instead of lovers, this time.

Nebby K Nezzer - The man, the myth, the looks-67-but-is-actually-37 zucchini with a rotten love life. The Incident at Glee Club Finals may have been what aged him so drastically overnight, but nobody knows for sure. Rumor has it that he's actually Wally P. Nezzer pretending to be his twin brother Nezzer, but how long has he pretended? He seems to know too well the life of his brother Nebby. Is he more Nebby K. Nezzer than Wally P. Nezzer now?

Art Bigotti - revived famous bowler Art Bigotti, a once-wild party animal who has softened his edge with world-weary bleakness after a game of Jumanji gone wrong. Well, wrong for him. The game probably meant to do that. Either way, he returned forty years later, still the same age he was the night of the Incident. There are many questions left unanswered for him, and drugs, alcohol, and bowling just don’t seem to be the solution they once were in his golden days. His unrequited love for Dad Asparagus is obvious to pretty much everybody except Dad Asparagus, much to his distress and relief. Disrelief? Restress? There's a lot of highs and lows in bowling and love. They have that in common.

Laura Carrot - the child actor/criminal who Uno and Goliath believe murdered Uno’s parents in a Hot Topic. She did it. But don’t tell the cops I said that! She’s just an eight year old with a dream. A dream to own her own getaway truck one day. If only the world would stop getting in the way of that dream... Junior's her best friend, she may have killed Lenny, and she complains a lot about her dad. We never hear much about the rest of the people in her life, and maybe that's for the best.

Goliath Gottik - dated Uno in his younger days, though after the Incident, it became clear that Uno was suffering a severe breakdown and refused to grow, staying mentally in 2006 for the last seventeen years. He became a professional boxer, cameo’d on VeggieTales, and recently became more active in acting. Because of the whole Laura thing, he doesn’t really trust kids and believes they’re all criminal masterminds. He's not really smart enough to stop seeking medical advice from his veterinarian-combo-doctor Dr. Larry, which does lead to some wacky situations. He's constantly annoyed by his doctor, but maybe he thinks of their situation as friends, maybe as enemies, or maybe just really confusing frenemies. Seriously Goliath, why are you still going to him for medical advice? God forbid you actually need real medical help one day, it may be the death of you.

Pa Grape - Uno’s adoptive father. Tom and Rosie just aren’t around any more, they live out of state, and they never visit. Ma? Well, Ma seems to have gone a long time ago, and Pa doesn’t mention it. If you ask him, he’ll just faintly smile and allude to the fact that she’s been gone a while, a little sorrowfully. And sure, that looks like confirmation that she’s passed, but she could just be on a very long vacation, or they could be divorced, and who even knows. Pa’s been losing his memory lately as he ages, and he does his best to get by with the help of Uno, who needs to let go of the past and accept the way things have changed to heal in time to appreciate his father. Pa Grape also was front-man for Three Days Grace Period, a Three Days Grace cover band. His wife may be a car? Seriously, his wives are definitely a confusing subject, and I don't trust Pa Grape, even if his cover band was kind of cool.

Shannon Cedric “Uno” Scallion, or, Alternatively: Nameless Scallion/Scallion Number 1 - Yeah, he’s goff. He writes fanfic. It’s always 2006 for this scallion, who seems unaware of time passing, though Pa is helping him through his emotions and pulling him out of Emo Hell. He’s worried for his adoptive father, who despite his emo ‘you’re not my real dad’ attitude, he genuinely loves and sees as his dad. He’s embarrassed by the name Shannon (not goff enough), used to go by Cedric before The Incident, and then eventually settled on ‘Uno’ as an appropriate substitute. He's starting to catch up on time, or maybe time is catching up on him, and he's recognizing Pa Grape's aging and falling back into his old self - pre-incident. (I manage this blog with the permission of the owner, who has currently abandoned the project due to unforeseen drama in his life. He did promise to possibly add more ‘secrets’ to the blog, if you know what to look for in the URLs, and might return to his fanfics soon.)

Kilt “Bagpipe” Rhubarb - You know him. That Scottish or maybe Irish lad. And if you don’t? Send him some asks and get to know him. He's a Yale man, a redheaded rhubarb who's inexplicably flirtatious and a little horny. Before Archibald came back, everybody knew him as "that fella Archibald cheated on his wife with". Also a general menace to their society. He's not who he says he was, but who is he then?

Tom Grape - He just wants to be left alone. Why don’t you bother him with some asks?

Egg Boy - He likes Eggs. What else do you need to know? An orphan who wants to know who his parents were, and is also a biter/has sharp teeth like a shark. For a few years he thought his father might be at the bottom of the sea...

Vicki Cucumber - like, ugh, whatever 🙄 she's over it. she's done. She's not even all that into him, and maybe she's just trying to cover up her feelings for someone else. Or maybe she's madly in love with both of them. Or neither of them. It's so not your business.

Scooter Carrot - he’s hip, he’s Scottish, some kids call him oddball, some kids call him weird…

Mr. Beet - Not to be confused with his brother, Mr. Beast, Mr. Beet runs a hotel and generally is pretty pissed off all the time. Maybe there's a dramatic backstory his episode didn't cover, but we'll sure figure it out if we ever get around to focusing on our many many characters. Seriously. Look at this list. This is just Ryan's (me) list. You know how many characters I plan to ADD to it?

Joetato Jonas - star of Camp Rock 2: the Final Jam and Head Brother of the Jonas Brothers. He just wants to be appreciated for being famous! He's THE Jonas Brother!

[thatbanditqueen]

Here to leave my review on the long awaited Chapter 3 (its okay we forgive you) -

FIRST OF ALL, Ida and Saul are my spirit animals and favorite characters seriously. They so help in keeping the story light hearted and comedic even when Elvis is making me wanna slap him on behalf of Becky! It was relatable and hilarious when Saul was the last one to find out who Elvis was the men in my family are exactly the same. Ida is Captain of the Becky Butt x Elvis ship please she was all for her niece getting some under her roof, we love a supportive queen. And Elvis is a ridiculously charming man - but ridiculous nonetheless. Poor Jerry having to drive them down there, look for a nonexistent lost ring and then give up his comfort all so Elvis could get some. And Becky Butt, baby, my heart is breaking for you already because yes I want them to be happy but I can only imagine how much heartache is to come before Elvis opens his damn eyes!!! That man can be so stubborn. Also, the conversation they had, the way Elvis is always trying to deflect and distract and go on the offensive it gave me Anita phone call vibes 101 I lived for it. Elvis winning over Ruth so quickly, why am I not surprised? The man is a child himself. But with time I know he’s gonna be the best step daddy. Ruth picking up the Becky Butt moniker - LMAO. That names gonna stick and I’m 100% for it. Becky’s such a good mom, always putting her daughter first and making sure she’s comfortable/okay. She’s got a child streak in her that I think pulls Elvis in because he does as well but she has a maturity he never mastered in my opinion due to everyone in his life bending to his every whim. And can I please tell you how grateful that I am that you really lean in to the gorgeous physicality that was Big Daddy. Talking about his stomach, about his largeness, all of it, so many fics hardly allude to it meanwhile I want to suffocate underneath that man. Becky is living my dream. Thanks for updating, what a delightful read it was 💗

Dear Bri,

Thanks for taking the time to write this, it is so very reaffirming to hear what you think! Ida and Saul are so fun to write, I can hear their voices in my head, they are sort of a composite of different family members/friends i grew up with. For some reason, a lot of older women in my life, including my grandmother, were absolute sex instigators. My granny once told me, with all seriousness, that all i needed to do to solve a relationship issue with my partner at the time was just to have sex and forget about the whole fight.... hahaha. SO, yes, Becky may have gotten knocked up young, but she has never been as carefree or in tune with her sensuality as Ida, and Ida wants to really make that happen for her :) I don't know, I could just see Elvis pulling something like this with Jerry, I see it as part of his ego/inferiority duality, like he's somewhat drunk the koolaid that he's some sort of really cool rock star, but also, if he was really confident, he'd just tell people what was really going on, ughh, he was such a cute, clueless dork/ total dick in so many delectable ways, I really enjoy playing with him and writing this fic. And I love love LOVE BDE's physicality, though I will be the first to admit that @eliseinmemphis's posts about worshiping big daddy elvis were fundamental to my own burgeoning fixation with this era Elvis. I need him to crush me. I need to play with his tummy and the waddle under his jowls. Becky is all of us.... and I think her earthy, latent sensual earth mother nature finds BDE attractive and is drawn to him both as a lover, and as wounded boy she wants to nurture.... or will be moreso when/if he gets his head out of his ass and gets over himself enough.

Thanks again for taking the time to give me this feedback!!!! I know it was hard to wait for this chapter, although, in my defense, the wait between ch 1 and ch 2 was a lot longer, life is a little more settled and i think it shouldn't be more than two weeks or so until I post ch 4. I already have somewhat of an outline/set of ideas. But I hate giving a date, because I always seem to miss any deadline I set for myself, and then I publish as soon as I finish, when I really should let things sit and do a proper proofreading job. But don't be afraid to give me a nudge, I've finished chapters because someone asked for it and it motivates me.

all my love,

norAHHHH

v me seeing your message :)

[gas-stxtion-a]

@modestmuses said: Ekko: “I will do what I please, anything that I want.” (tony for some reason JDKAJSK)

(truth about love starters - open)

Tony stares at the teenager before him for a long moment, then lets out a sigh. He remembers very well when he was that age, and a part of him suddenly feels very bad for his poor mom. She must have had the patience of a goddamn saint to deal with him on his worst days, when the weight of the teenage angst hanging heavy on his shoulders led him to lash out at the slightest provocation.

Right now, he sincerely hopes that he can follow her example. Not that Ekko is really any worse than any of the other teenagers that have come passing through now and then, of course. In fact, compared to the rowdy youths who frequently stop by to vandalize the gas station and steal cigarettes and booze, he’s perfectly fine. The point still stands, however.

“Right,” Tony says drily. “Okay. Sure. I can’t stop you, kid, but you should know you’re being fucking stupid, and as the responsible adult in this situation, I need to say something.” This whole conversation is eerily familiar to him, and he’s suddenly reminded of a very similar interaction he had last week with Jerry, after Tony found the moron trying to construct a homemade flamethrower to deal with something in the vents. That doesn’t make him feel much better about this.

“Look,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “Ekko, was it?” He’s pretty sure that’s the kid’s name, anyhow. “You seem like a good kid. I don’t say this to put you down or get in your way or anything, man, but you need to understand that if you’re gonna hang around here, you need to be fucking careful and watch yourself. Half the customers here are murderous rednecks with itchy trigger-fingers and the other half are even worse.” He pauses, glancing over Ekko’s shoulder at the burly redhead loitering on the other side of the store, wearing an ugly rabbit mask.

“Which means,” Tony finishes, eyeing Ekko meaningfully as he looks back down at the kid, “that you should stay away from them and their shit. Especially that guy over there. Yes, his mask is stupid, and he’s stupid, and I doubt he could really do anything to hurt anyone, but it’s not worth it to test that.”

Beaux doesn’t normally come in unless he knows Rosa’s working, but she’d called out sick today. Just Tony’s luck, he supposes, because now he has to deal with the dipshit himself (though, if he’s honest, this is definitely a lot better than leaving the poor girl alone with him). Well, and the teenager standing before him, who seems completely uninterested in Tony’s attempts to keep him from getting hurt.

[sleepingcup]

Aesopie x Reader Headcanons

Character: Aesopie (bonus is Hamlet)

Genre: Fluff, little bit of angst, first meet before couples

Warning: There will be a separate of SFW and NSFW. Ages 17 and below are not allowed to read it.

Disclaimer: This is a different version of the Modern Aesop. This boy is a combination of Aesop + Sweetie, meaning this Aesopie is purely a sweet boy.

SFW

Meeting Aesopie for the first time would be meeting the ex-manager in the cafe, you may not noticed it at first but he was the manager in the cafe.

Although it feels a bit awkward you manage to secure a friendship with him, but you would need to watch out for his “silliness” from time to time. For that reason is that his personality switches from time to time. 

But when you find out that he can switch personalities from Aesopie to the boy named “Hamlet” you are curious about how was he able to have such a persona switch. 

You also hate to admit that it was frustrating to know that he run away from his home from Jerry Carl. 

And meeting Hamlet is either a blessing or a curse, from time to time he would tease you and try to get your bad side on purpose in hopes of you leaving him. But he would be surprise that you know how to handle Hamlet pretty well.

Funny enough you are not aware that Aesopie SAW ALL OF THAT.

There were times where he tell you about his past, how he meet Hamlet, why he run away from home, and why he called himself ‘Aesopie’ which makes you cry or sympathy for him. Although Aesopie told you that you really don’t have too, you insisted on being by his side.

You were not aware that you got his poor broken fragile heart.

He DOES have an ex-boyfriend before, but he did try his best not to fall in love with you at any point. So you might want to be there for him from time to time, just be aware about Hamlet’s appearances from time to time.

If you manage to made Aesopie fall in love with you it means that you WON the game.

And if you also live with Aesopie, you would realize that he is also a male wife who does the cooking for you and caring for you. A reward that you personally wanted.

Be aware that Aesopie is too shy for kisses, but Hamlet doesn’t.

Dates? 

Oh its either a peaceful place or a vacation to a popular place, Aesopie IS rich for a reason. 

Dates are rare to Aesopie since he has to handle many jobs as a manager especially his private embalming job, but he did manage to be more energetic when he sees you in the house. When he is stressed he would try to smile through the pain, and yet you manage to break it which make him cuddle you for comfort.

He is a walking pillow, so dates in the house is often. Don’t worry tho, he provided the movies, games, or food that you want just don’t ask for too much or Hamlet will interrupt the date.

Also giving Aesopie affections would make him blush even more so, try not to make him faint.

Please take care of the boi.

Speaking of Hamlet, he would often bother you when Aesopie is resting. 

You would need to get used to Hamlet since he has the same feelings as Aesopie, he would try to test you from time to time so be aware about it.

If you managed to get his trust about it Hamlet would hate to admit that you win.

At least you had a chance of seeing Hamlet being bashful.

NSFW

When you are a couple with Aesopie for much longer, it would be harder for him to understand how “it” works. But that was a lie, HE KNEW what “it” means  but too embarrassed to experienced it.

Turning him on would be more kissing yet your tongue needs to let him know that you REALLY wanted it so badly.

You would need to be the top in order to let Aesopie experience what sex is, but that has to be slow yet romantic. You can’t destroy it by rushing it he would feel insecure about it. 

If you manage to make him experience it, he will do the same but more passionate about it. You can say that Aesopie is a switch, plus he won’t mind overstimulate you till you faint. It makes him have a bit of power over you for once.

Hamlet on the other hand was the extreme top, and he won’t hesitate to tie you in bed so he can take control. Plus he likes to go rough at times so be careful.

And neither of the boys DOESN’T whips and rods, don’t turn them to the one they hate.

I forgot to point out that Aesopie does have the power to summon Hamlet by his side, so.....I pray for your survival.

Since the bed would be...more messier than usual if you can get what I’m saying then good luck.