#cause apple like christmas or whatever

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Today's ii wheel ship of the day is...

Apple x Blueberry!

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It’s my first time ever asking but since I love your writing so much I’m giving it a go! I’d like 15, 26 and 27 please!!😘

Here's the last one. Thanks for the amazing choice of prompts! The prompt was "There's a letter on the table waiting for you".

Siegfried operated on the apple with meticulous precision. He peeled, sliced, and dissected. He was a surgeon after all. He cut things for a living. 

The truth was, he concentrated on the apple at hand, because he couldn’t rip open the letter on the kitchen table. Lately the Royal Mail had become his nemesis. The telegram from Tristan and its vague announcement that had left him in a dark limbo between hope and despair for over twelve horrible hours. Edward’s Christmas Card, well intended, but a cruel tease that had caused more agony for days for Mrs Hall and everyone else who loved her. 

And now this. Again the letter was addressed to her and the sender happened to be an old friend. This case case “friend” was an euphemism for “Gerald”. As far as he was aware the chap hadn’t written to her in ages. Why now? 

By now the apple was cut in enough pieces to be used to cook apples sauce. With the harvest being good this year, his housekeeper had cooked a lot of it, because she didn’t want it to waste. She was ever so resourceful in everything she did. 

The backdoor opened and she came in, a basket over her arm and Dash at his leash. 

“Afternoon,” she greeted him, visibly pleased to see him. “You’re back early!” 

“Oh well…” He shrugged. “How was it in the shops? Anything left for us?” He asked, pointing at her basket. It was fuller than usual, which was a good sign. 

“For once I got everything I need,” she said, beaming with accomplished pride. “But it’s grim for some people out there.” 

“I know.” Only too aware how much the rationing and the ongoing fear for the life of the many soldiers were nagging at people, he hesitated to feed Dash with a piece of the apple, but eventually he did. The little beggar was just as lovely as his mistress, who was now taking off her jacket, revealing her grey short sleeved sweater. 

“There’s a letter on the table waiting for you.” 

He gave Dash another piece of the apple and the spaniel leaned against his leg, grateful and keen for more. He patted his side, marvelling how soft his fur was. 

“Oh…” She leaned over and took a look at it. “Oh,” she repeated when she noticed who had written it. There was no nervous flush, no sign of unease or joy. Just surprise mixed with a mild curiosity. He relaxed a bit. So she hadn’t been anticipating a message from him. Good. 

He watched her as she stored away the groceries and ate his apple, sharing every second bit with Dash. Then she put the kettle on and sat down. To his surprise she opened the letter in front of him and began to read. Another good sign. Whatever the homewrecker - that’s what he silently called him - wrote wasn’t a secret, at least not to her. 

As the next “Oh” reached his ear, he furrowed his brows. 

“Any news?” He asked as casually as possible, pretending not to know who the letter was from. 

“Kind of. He got married…” 

“Oh… Who?” 

Her eyes shot up, aiming at him. Her amusement was obvious and he blushed, caught red-handed. Why could he never lie to her? 

“Gerald,” she explained and made sure he knew that she knew. She just made her point silently and stabbed him with it. He should know by now that nothing escaped her notice. “He met an old flame of his. Ruth.” 

“Good for him.” Siegfried cleared his throat. 

“That’s what I think. Though…” She shrugged and he didn’t dare to ask why she had wrinkled her flawless forehead. 

“Don’t you think this sounds a bit petty?...” She leaned in a little and began to read, “I won’t say it was love at the first sight, but we know and understand each other. She’s a marvel and she likes Lilian a lot. It’s nice to come home to someone in the evening without wondering whether they will be waiting or not. I hope you will find whatever you’re looking for. Someone’s told me you’re a warden now and I wonder how little time you have left to put up your feet. Life here at the Lakes is a bit slower…” She broke off and Siegfried figured it took her a lot of willpower not to roll her eyes. She had always been very much in control when it came to the homewr… banker. As if she had never dared to be her true self in his presence. Maybe that was what he had hated mostly about the bloke. 

“I have everything I need!” 

“He sounds… wounded,” Siegfried said, trying to sound neutral. 

“Petty,” she repeated. The kettle whistled and Siegfried noticed that she spooned more leaves into the pot than the rationing allowed. 

“I think we deserve a little treat.” Feeding Dash the last piece of the apple, he rose and returned with a bottle of sherry. Dash, sensing, there were no more treats left, climbed into his basket and curled up for a well-deserved afternoon nap. 

“Let’s put up our feet,” Siegfried suggested upon his return. He poured them two glasses and placed them neatly next to their saucers. She chuckled. “Not exactly an ottoman, but thank you.” 

He settled down and looked at her, his eyes steady and beaming. “You’re a marvel. You keep us fed, you hold the fort, and you make us safe at night. Don’t let anyone tell you, that’s not enough or unheard of.”

Audrey, never able to accept a compliment, lowered her eyelashes. Now a tender flush built up in her cheeks. The silence became a bit embarrassing and she sipped her tea, and then from her sherry. 

“I love me life and me home,” she said, her voice steady. “I see no reason to change anything about it. And I’m not looking for anything…” 

“Brava.” He smiled, but felt a little sting in a corner of his heart. There was something he wanted to change about her life, about them. He ached to tell her that he loved her, more than the banker ever had. That he would never belittle her for caring for others or wanting to make a difference to their community. That his home was her home and that she had built it for them. There were so many things he wanted to admit but felt he wasn’t allowed to. 

“You’re making a difference every day,” he finally said. “Especially to me.” Three little words. He knew his voice had sounded shaky, even squeaky. 

Her eyes, right over the rim of her sherry glass, widened and then she smiled. Almost coy, she put down the glass and reached out. He took her hand without hesitation. Her fingers, so warm, a bit rough from the hard work, yet so well cared for, interlaced with his. “It means a lot to me to hear that.” 

In a moment of boldness he later described to himself as madness, he led her hands towards his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles. 

From the way she stared at him, he thought for a moment she would faint. He didn’t know how many men had kissed her hand before, but he had the feeling the banker had never done it. So he did it again. 

“You’re daft,” she breathed, her eyes fixed on the place where his mouth had touched her skin. 

“No, my dearest. I’m in love. Quite a difference.” 

[peachiejeongin]

Mall Madness | Han Jisung

Day 2 of the 12 Days of Staymas!

Synopsis: Christmas shopping with Han is anything but ordinary. What starts as a simple, practical trip to the mall quickly turns into a whirlwind of impulse purchases, holiday hijinks, and way too much Christmas spirit.

Pairing: bf!Han x reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Warnings: None!

Notice: Hello, my loves! Here is Day 2's fiction! If you missed Day 1, click the link above to read about making Christmas cookies with Felix :) Without further ado, enjoy the story!

You had no idea what possessed you to invite Han of all people to join you for Christmas shopping. Maybe it was his insistence of being a, "holiday genius," or the way his eyes sparkled when you mentioned the words, "Christmas sales." Whatever the reason, you found yourself at the entrance of the busiest mall in the city, clutching a list of carefully planned gifts.

You loved Han dearly, but you were already beginning to regret the decision.

"Okay, Ji," you said, holding up the meticulously organized checklist. "This is the plan: we hit these stores in this exact order, stick to the list, and avoid anything-"

"Not on sale," he finished for you with a mockingly serious tone. "Got it, boss."

"Sweet. Just no distractions, and absolutely no chaos."

"Chaos? With me? Never," he dragged out his tone sing songedly, causing you to shake your head.

You started your way to the Christmas decor store within the mall, planning on picking up a couple of items for your parents.

Yet, within five minutes, you were sprinting after Jisung in order to prevent him from buying a gigantic inflatable snowman.

"It's not on the list!" you hissed, tugging at his sleeve; he, on the other hand, was hugging the box like it was his long lost soulmate.

"Yeah, but think about how cool it would look in the dorm! I could put it in the living room, and-"

"And it's not even going to fit in the trunk of the car!" you argued.

Han sighed dramatically, setting the box down with a pout.

"Fine, but I'm still thinking about it." You rolled your eyes but grabbed his hand before he could wander off once more. You had now learned that letting Han loose in a mall was like letting a squirrel loose in an acorn emporium.

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Things began to escalate when you hit the toy store. You needed to pick out gifts for your nieces, and Han took the mission incredibly seriously.

A bit too seriously, as a matter of fact.

"This doll is perfect," you beamed, holding up a sparkly princess doll.

"Yeah, but what if they like this better?" Han countered, holding up a robotic dinosaur.

"For a three-year old?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Han ignored you, instead pressing a button on the dinosaur; it caused the toy to roar to life, letting out a mechanical screech so loud that a nearby toddler burst into tears.

"Oh no," Han whispered, panic flashing in his eyes. "Abort mission. Abort!" He shoved the dinosaur back onto the shelf and pulled you away from the aisle, whispering a frantic, "Go, go, go!" as the child's crying escalated.

You had barely made it into the next aisle before you both burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

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"Let's take a break," you suggested after Jisung insisted on testing every scented candle in a home goods store; he had nearly set off your allergies with an overly strong apple spice one.

"Pretzels?" he suggested, eyes lighting up as if he had just won the lottery.

"Fine, but just one," you conceded.

Twenty minutes later, you were sitting on a food court booth with Han, who had somehow managed to come back with two pretzels, a tray of nachos, and a milkshake with two straws.

"Where did the nachos come from?" you inquired, stairing at the mountain of cheese and chips.

"They were calling to me," he stated solemnly, taking a huge bite out of his pretzel.

"Calling to you?"

"Yes! The spirit of Christmas spoke to me through this plate of cheesy goodness!" He nodded, completely serious.

"You're ridiculous," you laughed, shaking your head as you stole a chip off of the plate.

"And you love it!" he teased, leaning in closer to you with a cheeky grin.

You rolled your eyes, but you could not fight the urge to peck his cheek, ignoring the blush dusting your cheeks.

"Don't push your luck, Ji."

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The highlight of the evening came when Han found an abandoned shopping cart in the parking garage.

"Oh no," you grimaced immediately, recognizing the mischevious dazzle in his eyes.

"Oh yes," he replied, already climbing into the cart.

"Ji, this is a horrible idea."

"Only if we don't commit!" he retaliated, giving you his best puppy-eyed expression. "Come on! Push me just for a little bit! For Christmas joy!"

You groaned but gave in, gripping the handle of the cart and giving it a cautious shove.

"Faster!" he yelled as if he were a child on a swing set.

You picked up the speed, laughing along with him as the cart zoomed down an empty stretch of pavement.

Until it hit a speedbump.

The cart tipped, Han tumbled out, and you both somehow ended up on the ground, howling with laughter as you tried to catch your breath.

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By the time you finally made it back to the car, your shopping bags were filled with a mix of thoughtful gifts and completely unnecessary buys, such as the matching reindeer onesies Jisung had snuck in at the last second.

"You're impossible," you giggled as you buckled your seatbelt.

"Yet, here we are!" he exclaimed, flashing you a dazzling smile.

As the two of you pulled out of the parking lot, Han reached over and took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

"Today was awesome," he began softly. "I know was a bit much today, but it was exhilerating, truly."

You glanced at him, your heart melting at the sincerity in his tone.

"You're lucky I love you, Ji," you chuckled kindly, "or else I would have left you at the mall." He laughed, squeezing your hand tightly.

"Lucky for both of us then."

Despite the chaos, and your aching feet, you could not help but think that Christmas shopping with Han was exactly the kind of holiday magic you had not known you needed.

[slytherinshua]

❅ 　WINTER'S JEALOUSY 　( 김정수 )

genre friends to lovers , mutual pining , fluff , hyunsuk (cix) cameo , jungsu x fem!reader   cw jungsu gets jealous , not proofread   wc 1088   request yes from an ancient prompt list that's already inactive   note @loserlvrss could be a late birthday present hehe also happy debut anniversary to xdh !! (literally just realized its their 3 yrs today lmao)   net @kstrucknet

Jungsu had always thought jealousy was a stupid thing. Easily jealous people were insecure and only caused problems. He prided himself with how secure he was, not easily swayed by feelings of envy. And, as such, Jungsu had never suspected to get jealous, much less over his best friend. 

He didn’t know how to combat the feelings he soon felt rising when he saw you across the room, at this stupid Christmas party his friend had hosted. You looked nothing short of stunning in your red satin dress, commanding the attention of the whole room it seemed. Jungsu simply couldn’t look away from you. But while he was busy falling into the hypnosis that you cast on him, he was hyper aware of how close you were to Hyunsuk, how you kept laughing at whatever joke he was telling. 

Yoon Hyunsuk was loveable and fun to be around. Kind, smart, attractive. And a full head above Jungsu in height. He’d only been your friend for a few months. Jungsu had known you for half of his life. Surely, he wasn’t threatened by Hyunsuk’s presence, was he?

Jungsu felt dumb thinking about it like that. Hyunsuk couldn’t steal you from him— you weren’t even his to begin with. But he couldn’t help but feel his chest burn seeing you make eye contact with the taller man, a pretty smile gracing your lips and your eyes scrunching to complete it. He wished he had the confidence to storm up to where you and Hyunsuk stood and make up some excuse to steal you away from him, if even for a few moments. But he was afraid of acknowledging the obvious jealousy he felt, finding it tarnished his ego. 

Seungmin, ever the observant man he was, found his friend sitting in the corner of the room, sipping on spiked apple cider with a stare that could burn a hole through anyone. With a gaze so fixed on your figure, it was easy to connect the dots. He took a seat next to his friend, offering his mug of cider to toast. 

“You look like you want to banish Hyunsuk from the planet,” Seungmin muttered with a smile. He was aware of Jungsu’s crush on you. It was hard to not see the way he looked at you. What Seungmin could see that Jungsu didn’t, however, was how mutual the feelings seemed to be. 

“I don’t,” Jungsu lied. It was a pathetic attempt to hide his churning stomach and aching heart. 

“Y/n looks pretty tonight. I wonder who she dressed up for?” Seungmin nudged Jungsu’s arm.

“Isn’t it obvious? They’ve been attached at the hip for the last 20 minutes,” Jungsu took another sip of cider, letting the warm spices and tartness burn down his throat. He tried to make his words seem unaffected by the fact he was pointing out, but, to Seungmin, who already knew of his frankly crippling crush on you, it was obvious how bothered he was by the sight. 

“Someone’s jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.” 

As he uttered the defense, his eyes flitted towards your figure, once again caught breathless by how good you looked. There was an obvious absence of Hyunsuk by your side for the first time since Jungsu had sat down. He assumed he must have walked off. Your eyes were glancing around the room, and once they landed on Jungsu, they brightened. You started walking over to him, champagne in hand. Seungmin patted his friend on the shoulder and stood up, leaving him alone to talk to you.   

“Hey. So this is where you’ve been hiding all night? I swear, I couldn’t find you anywhere. I almost thought I dressed up for nothing.” 

You smiled, taking the seat Seungmin had been sitting in. Jungsu felt the churning in his stomach come to a halt, replaced by shy butterflies. 

“Wanna trade? I’ve already had too much champagne for one night,” you asked, not giving Jungsu any time to answer before swapping your glasses, humming in content at the taste of the warm cider. Jungsu smiled, taking a sip of the half empty glass of champagne that had found its way into his hand.

“You look nice tonight,” Jungsu said softly, giving you a gentle glance. Your smile widened at his comment. 

“Really?”

“You look gorgeous,” he reiterated, eyes shining as he looked at you. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself. Did you do your hair?” 

He nodded shyly. He hadn’t expected you to notice— nobody else had. Jungsu soon found himself entirely lost in your presence and words. Eyes trained onto your face, smile following your sentences. You made everything feel so easy, vanishing all of his previous doubts and worries. All he could focus on was you. 

The conversation shifted eventually, and the topic of your previous conversation with Hyunsuk came up. Something about rabbits, but Jungsu couldn’t entirely focus on processing your words. He was too hung up on how you seemed to talk about Hyunsuk, retelling the story with such enthusiasm. When there was a pause in the conversation, Jungsu found the words falling past his lips before he even realized what he was saying.

“You seem to like him a lot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed a bit at his observation. You glanced at Jungsu, but his face was unreadable. 

“You two look good together,” he continued, not even sure why he was bringing it up. The jealousy was glaringly obvious. He couldn’t hide it, especially not from you. You could always read him so easily. 

“What do you mean? You don’t actually think I’m interested in him, right?” 

Jungsu blinked, taken aback by your words. It had seemed so obvious thirty minutes ago that you were. But now he felt like he had misread you.

“I… I don’t know. You looked—”

You grasped his hand, his eyes finding yours and his mouth falling silent immediately.

“Jungsu. Are you really that oblivious? It’s you. It’s always going to be you. You’re the only one who I think of in that way.” 

Jungsu held your hand a bit tighter, as if needing more reassurance that you meant what you said. His eyes now glued to the floor, whether in shame or in thought, you weren’t sure. You lifted his chin gently, turning his face back towards you. Planting a small kiss on his cheek, you smiled.

“I like you. Don’t ever doubt it.” 

Jungsu felt his lips lift into a smile that mirrored yours, heart jumping with elation and jealousy put to rest.

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@probabydeadbynow i saw your user (though im now realizing i misread it, lol) and it sparked this short fic idea so i wanted to share it with you before i post to ao3 (bnha, no quirk AU)

There was a piece of graffiti Izuku always saw around town. Sometimes it’d be done in white, other times blue, but most of the time it was purple- each letter looped and sprawling and bleeding into the next. 

Probably dead by now, it always said. 

Izuku didn’t know why he liked it so much. It felt odd to smile at those words when he saw them spray painted underneath the Musutafu bridge but, then again, he remembered seeing those same exact words when he was being driven home from the hospital after breaking his arm for the first time, a lollipop between his lips and a new All Might plush under his arm. And then again the morning his Dad came home for Christmas, surprising Izuku at the door. And then again the day of Kacchan’s 10th birthday party. The one with the All Might impersonator that had carried them both around on his shoulders for a while, their sweaty hands linked behind his head for no other reason except that they were happy. 

White then blue then white again. Purple today. 

Probably dead by now, it always said. 

Probably not, Izuku thought back, peering out of the passenger window with a growing smile. 

Izuku had never seen the artist. Never even caught a glimpse, but their handwriting was paint-splattered over so many of Izuku’s brightest memories. 

“What’s got you so smiley, huh?” Kacchan asked. 

Izuku turned away from the window, watching the way Kacchan’s sweaty hands gripped the steering wheel like his life depended on it. He’d only had his license for a few weeks now. 

“I think something good’s going to happen today,” Izuku replied.

Privately, he was pretty sure it already had. 

Kacchan hadn’t invited Izuku anywhere since that 10th birthday party at the arcade and now they were on their way to tour a newly built school together. 

Kacchan scoffed lightly. “What’s so good about college?” he shot back. 

“I don’t know,” Izuku replied honestly, idly flicking through the UA pamphlet resting on his lap. “Maybe…” Izuku glanced towards Kacchan. Quieter, he said, “Maybe we’ll end up going there together. You know, like old times?” 

Really old times, anyway. When Izuku would trade his apple slices for Kacchan’s potato chips at lunchtime and they’d walk home together in their baby blue smocks, hands clasped firmly together.

Not like the way they’d make passing eye contact in the halls of their high school, always in opposite motion even if Izuku’s eyes would sometimes trail after Kacchan's back. 

Even if sometimes he caught Kacchan looking, too. 

Kacchan was quiet for a few moments, the careful tick of the turn signal a feeble echo of Izuku’s hammering pulse.  

Izuku was pretty sure he remembered seeing that same graffiti- purple, and nearly washed out by a recent rainstorm- the day Kacchan threw Izuku’s notebook from a third story window in junior high. 

“Just don’t expect me to fucking hold your hand,” Kacchan eventually bit out, eyes averted- his focus too intense on the empty road for it mean anything other than embarrassment. 

His tone too light for it to even feel like a denial. 

Izuku quickly turned his gaze to his knees, smothering a smile. The UA pamphlet creased beneath his fingers. 

Probably dead by now.  

Purple. Scribbled across the window of an empty storefront. 

Kacchan had grabbed Izuku’s hand two blocks later and shoved that same pamphlet at him, holding on for a beat too long. 

“You dropped that,” he’d lied. 

His hand had been warm. 

“My dad and I were gonna tour it this weekend but he’s got a work thing.”

Izuku’s eyes had been wide and curious. He’d held his breath while Kacchan scratched the back of his neck and scuffed the toe of his shoe on the ground, casting around for the right words to say. 

“I guess you could take his spot or whatever,” he’d continued with a shrug. “If you pay for gas. ‘Cause I’m going whether you catch a ride or not.”

Izuku had thought that Kacchan would probably leave him in the dust by the time it came to go to college. Or not go, he supposed, but…

Izuku lifted his head again, listening to the way Kacchan hummed softly along with the radio. His sunglasses were All Might themed- a custom release with a subtle design that Izuku hadn’t been able to afford. 

There was a second pair, just like it, shoved towards Izuku’s chest when he first climbed into Kacchan’s car, along with a muttered comment about how Kacchan didn’t want to hear any crybaby complaints about the sun. 

They rested comfortably on Izuku’s head now. 

Probably dead by now, it always said.  

Izuku pulled them down until everything in his field of vision was tinged a soft yellow. 

Life was funny that way, he thought.

[bunni-v1]

I just read your Omegaverse lighter!!

And I have to say that Burnice is one of those people that I can totally see you being all three in a way.

But me personally I think Bernice is an Alpha She just doesn't show it She's got That "fuck around and find out" personality

Or she just smells like gasoline that hides her scent (cinnamon, apples, maple and bourbon btw)

First off omg I’m like a huge fan of your Lighter stuff no way you’re in my inbox. I feel like a little kid on christmas rn lmaooo

Secondly, Burnice is such a mixed bag of a character she’s so hard to put in a box 😭 I really think I could see her going either way, but it’s not like it matters cause she’ll just do whatever she wants regardless of her second gender.

It’s not like she’s ever gonna be in danger I mean come on she’s fucking crazy who’s gonna be the one to tell her no? Burnice smells crazy strong too regardless of if she’s an alpha or an omega, and it’s genuinely super overwhelming. She can outscent most alphas in a given area.

She smells sooooo good though. It’s like this apple cider-cinnamon combo that’s just delightful. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and god she’s quite the scenter. She loves scenting her friends, it’s like a mark of acceptance from her it’s super cute. When she’s kinda going nuts though she smells very strongly of burbon — overwhelmingly so. Like gag worthy kind of smell that’s how bad it is.

She definitely stresses the SoC out a lot, but when doesn’t she anyway lol.

This got me thinking about the other girls a little more in detail, though, so thank you for giving me this chance 🙏

Lucy I stand by the fact that she’s an omega, and she’s like textbook omega. Pretty, small, smells sweet, etc.. But she hates it so fucking much. Her old man wanted to sell her off to some fancy alpha and she just wasn’t gonna give up her freedom for that miserable kind of life. So she runs away and joins the SoC and she spends every second there rejecting the fact that she’s an omega.

She smells sweet, almost floral — for some reason I imagine her smelling kind of like sweet peas or lillie’s. She hides it by dousing herself in different types of perfumes. She also probably takes hormone blockers to remove the possibility of heat. It plays into her need for domination a lot — to prove she’s more than her second gender despite no one in the outback really giving a shit.

Caesar is probably an Alpha, and I know it’s true. She’s very strong and commanding, which is why people respect her so much. She really doesn’t want to be an alpha though lmaoooo. She wants to be an omega so she can have an alpha come along and woo her like in those cheesey romances she watches 😭😭 Despite this she takes on her mantle as pack leader really well, and she loves her members.

Second genders mean literally nothing to her, she doesn’t give a shit about them (besides the romance thing lol), which is part of why so many people gravitate to her. I imagine she smells kinda like oil? Oil and something very earthy. It’s not overwhelming unless she wants it to be, she has really good scent control and she’s more than willing to scent anyone who might want or need it.

Piper is probably the only beta, which means she’s the most normal of the group. She kinda sits on the sidelines and does her job, silently judging them all. She’s like the pack elder pretty much despite how young she looks. It’s kinda funny seeing big overpowering personalities get tsked at by such a small looking woman 😭

She doesn’t really have a scent — not a strong one since she’s a beta. But I imagine she vaguely smells of sugar cookies? Like freshly baked cookies at your grandmas house, it’s comforting and calming. Though it’s usually covered up by everyone else’s scent or even the oil from the machines she works on. When you get a whiff of it though it’s really pleasant!

[pixie-000]

cg!sebastian headcannons

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• doesn’t smoke around you if you are little i think he tried once and little you didn’t take it well

• is okay with you calling him whatever (sebastian,bubba,dada,daddy)

• he will play with toy/color with you he’s most definitely loves legos

• he definitely tells you to use your words often especially if your frustrated

• great with overstimed little/anxious littles i feel like he does better with anxiety little those cause i personally think sebastian has anxiety and can definitely help and anxious little

• loves rocking you to sleep even if your not in little space he’ll rock you to sleep especially if your having a bad day

• he lovesss fall so he’d definitely take his little to the pumpkin patch and apple picking/hay rides

• he lets you take any of his clothes it doesn’t matter

• he definitely loves baking with you during winter or late fall but you will be nowhere near the oven or stove especially if your in little space

• (if you use pacifiers) he’s most definitely helped you decorate your pacifiers or even made you one for christmas/anniversary/birthday

• 90% of your little gear is frog themed because of him

• not completely strict but you do have some rules the biggest one is definitely bedtime

• he doesn’t like leaving you for long periods of time he’s scared something is gonna happen while he’s away and it would be even worse if you were in little space

• abigail and sam love you they are definitely like second and third cgs they think your adorable

• i think he’s really good with handling impure regression he’s nothing but loving and caring in those moments

• loves cuddles he will hold you all day no questions asked

• keeps all your drawings and coloring pages somewhere in the house he never gets rid of them

• most definitely an AMAZING listener even if you can’t clearly state the problem he will help you and make sure your okay at all cost

• i think he’d struggle a little bit if you regressed in public but he’d figure it out quick

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amazing you made it to the end good job i’m proud of you! 🍰have a piece of cake little one

(i might make some twd or cod agere post lmk if you want any of that kinda stuff)

(anyways luv y’all!! 😆)

and as always i don’t consent to nsfw interactions

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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @brunettemarionette

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-͟͟͞☆ I ship you with Spike! He's our resident bad boy/wet rat vampire who can pretty much only yearn and smoke cigarettes (hot). For starters, you two would just look good together, ya know? But also, he's the type to stay loyal to you and only ever you. When he loves, he does it in a very consuming way. He enjoys the way you banter with him, and is the only one to see how much you truly care about everything around you.

-͟͟͞☆ Headcanons:

Spike is very good at finding all the hiding spots in Sunnydale (he's used to being on the sidelines). When things just get to be too much, he'll always take you to someplace far away. The roof of the theater, the gravestone that lets you view the sunset, etc. It's your corner of the world.

You like to take pictures of Spike around his crypt. He pretends not to notice but 100% poses which you caught on to because you aren't stupid.

Spike won't give you flowers, those wither and die. But he will find a silver rose necklace that he stole bought from a market and gifted to you.

-͟͟͞☆ Tropes:

black cat (you) x black lab (him) "i burn for you" (him) x "ew...knock that off" (you)

-͟͟͞☆ Playlist:

take me away lash

only happy when it rains garbage

criminal fiona apple

-͟͟͞☆ I ship you with Dean Winchester! A ladies man with a heart of gold (and enough trauma to last a lifetime), he would think you're the hottest thing he'd ever seen. You both are not great at opening up, witty, but intelligent. Which sounds like a horrible combo, but in this case, I think it'll actually force you both to become accountable for the things you aren't as good at. There will likely be many moments when you want to pull your hair out at his dumbassery, but there'll be just as many (& more!) of times when he shows you time and time again that he loves you.

-͟͟͞☆ Headcanons:

You happened to be in one of the bars that the Winchesters strolled into after a hunt. Dean immediately thought you were the sexist thing on this side of the Mississippi. You agreed, but also thought he looked like the kind of guy to normally get the girl. Which is why you proceeded to hit on Sam instead.

When Dean finally got your number, it was only after almost being attacked. To his shock, you weren't that surprised ("Do you know how many dumbshit things happen in this town? This is not surprising in the slightest.")

You took your camera with you on every hunt, and took many photos of the boys in the process. You compiled it together into an album for Christmas, and you can't remember the last time you ever saw either of them cry.

-͟͟͞☆ Tropes:

bonnie & clyde types looks like he could kill you, actually a cinnamon roll (him) x looks like she could kill you, could kill you (you)

-͟͟͞☆ Playlist:

kill me pretty reckless

flagpole sitta harvey danger

black friday tom odell

-͟͟͞☆ I ship you with Erik Kilmonger! There are plenty of sassy men in the MCU, sure, but you needed someone who found a cause and stuck to it (also someone confident). Look, Erik isn't a bad guy per say, he just had interesting ideas for how to go about his purpose. But he's loyal, he recognizes injustice when he sees it, and he's damn smart. Trust me, he's not going to let anything happen to you, not ever.

-͟͟͞☆ Headcanons:

You worked at the museum that he robbed, and you actually caught him during his escape. You saw the artifact he had been taking, and instead of killing you, he just waited to see what you'd do. You decided to step aside and let him go, hoping praying that whatever he was doing with it was better than sitting in a museum.

Later on, you had a photography show, and your pieces were all bought by the same person– Erik. He became your friend after the fact.

The moment you realized you were in love with him was the moment he actually broke down in front of you. Gone was the man who acted as if he always knew everything, and there was the boy who felt totally lost in a world built against him. You both knew that you were each others person in that moment.

-͟͟͞☆ Tropes:

friends-to-lovers would destroy the world for you (him)

-͟͟͞☆ Playlist:

the night we met lord huron

the glory the branberries

take a bite beabadoobee

[malarkgirlypop]

Christmas Tag Game!

It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire and celebrate your pocket friends.

Tagged by @blood-mocha-latte, @panzershrike-pretz I think that was everyone. Whoops

Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given?

I get called Floss cause my hair looks like candy floss. It was also my camp name when I worked at an American camp, it was good times.

Where are you located?

NZ!!!

What season is it where you are now?

Summer and omg it is fucking roasting!

Favourite tradition this time of year?

Putting up the Christmas tree, one year my brother did it and built it upside down somehow, don't ask me how, I was just as confused as you.

Favourite holiday food?

All of the summer fruit coming into season. Let me get my hands on some cherries and strawberries

Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider?

A couple of years ago I made eggnog for my American neighbours. I feel like it tasted pretty good, but it was homemade by me, so who knows if it tasted right. They did say it tasted very good!

Turkey, ham or nut roast (Or Tofurkey?)?

Got to have the classic glazed ham!

Would you rather spend the december holidays in: a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?

Well the latter since that is what I do every Christmas. But I would love to have at least one white Christmas, just to have the experience.

are you pro-snow or anti-snow?

PRO SNOW, LET IT SNOW BABY. (it won't here but one can dream)

have you ever built a snowman?

No, I'm very sad about that fact.

Skiing or snowboarding?

Ah neither, I have some stories about the one time I went on a ski trip with my school. Turns out that in fact that I am not intermediate after one ski lesson.

Do you decorate for the holidays?

I let everyone else do it cause it's so hot, but I love to watch and comment, sure they love that.

Favourite holiday movie?

The Grinch! Dinner with myself, I just can't cancel that again.

Favourite holiday fanfic?

There are? Give me them please!

If you were to star in a hallmark movie, who would be your love interest?

Scott Grimes! I mean look at him! We would have the best movie ever!

No preesure tags: (i have no idea who has been tagged or not sorry!)

@next-autopsy, @venus-haze, @mutantmanifesto, @georgieluz, @footprintsinthesxnd, @sweetxvanixlla, @xxluckystrike, @aud-of-silver-lake, @b00ks1ut, @jump-wings, @lenabob, @liptonsbabe, @liptonwashere, @ronsparky, @ronald-speirs

[wheelin-after-midnight]

43.

1. What’s the last song you had stuck in your head?

Easy on me by Adele. Kept singing it the other day, but just the first verse and the first chorus. It's my favourite part and just randomly got stuck in my head after hearing it again recently.

2. If you could travel to any time period, when would it be?

I would go back to when my Nan was a young woman and meet/know her before she was my Nan. I would have loved to know more of her than I already did.

3. What’s the weirdest food combination you actually like?

Well I don't think it's weird obviously, cause I eat it - but my family thinks mayonnaise as a dipping sauce for fries is weird. I also put sirracha mayo on a lot of rice dishes and nobody else I know does that.

4. How do you usually spend your weekends?

Either alone or on adventures/outings with Brittany, mostly.

5. Would you rather have the ability to fly or be invisible?

Fly. I already feel invisible quite often and flight would be one of the next best types of freedom to being able bodied.

6. What’s one thing you can’t go a day without doing?

Feeding and brushing Nippy, brushing her teeth, (yes I brush my cats teeth at the recommendation of my vet since she's been old enough to have it done) cleaning her boxes, playing with her, smooching her floofy little face and telling her she's my absolute best friend in the world and I love her more than anything. Ended up being more than one thing, but whatever. While we're at it, I make sure I don't go a day without telling my girlfriend how much I love her, even if we've had little disagreements or misunderstandings or whatever. I don't like to go to bed upset with each other. She almost died on me a few years ago. I'd never forgive myself if I love you or one of our conversations about what we mean to each other wasn't one of the last things that was said.

7. Do you believe in luck or fate?

I don't wholeheartedly believe in one or the other, tbh.

8. If you could switch lives with any celebrity for a day, who would it be?

Oprah, just because I don't really have a single problem in my life right now that more money would not solve or at least greatly alleviate.

9. What’s the most recent show you binge-watched?

Season two of shrinking on apple tv! Omg I love that show so much! I'm sad I have to wait for season three now.

10. Do you prefer sunsets or sunrises?

Both are beautiful, but I'm more likely to be awake and fully able to appreciate sunsets.

11. If you had to eat one type of candy for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Idk. I'm not a candy person. I consider chocolate its own category. I was obsessed with the winter apple chocolates in the merci winter collection box when I got some from my sister for Christmas, so a lifetime supply of those or anything Reese's would be okay with me.

12. What’s your go-to comfort food?

Homemade mac and cheese or pizza. Also sometimes things with really good bread, like pumpernickel or sourdough breads and some kind of dip. I really love bread.

13. What’s a talent you wish you had?

Freehand drawing things without thinking about it too much and not having it turn out like trash! People can just freehand shit impress me so much!

14. If you could be any animal for a day, which one would you choose?

My cat, because she's the most spoiled, pampered, loved and cared for animal I've ever met in my life. I wouldn't have had it any other way no matter what cat I ended up with, but Ms. ma'am deserved it even more, considering the situation I took her from.

15. What’s the most random compliment you’ve ever received?

I'm just gonna go with the most recent one. Things have been really... not great.... with my mum lately and I've been extremely upset about it. I was telling babe stuff on the phone today and kind of venting, she's known me a long time, so knows all the history. Anyway, I got really upset and started crying to the point I couldn't talk for a bit, and babe was like, "I'm so sorry. I honestly can't believe you - a beautiful, open, flower of a soul, came from her. You deserve to be treated so much better." Then I cried even more. Obviously. 🥹

[potroasttheghostdog]

Being on the spectrum, and having weird interests is actually crazy sometimes. Just scratching an itch leads you down an hours long rabbit hole of discovery and wikipedia pages. For me, one of my more mundane interests is fruits, plants, and botany.

I was eating an orange. Just chilling, while feeding my dog. I wondered what my favorite orange (cara cara) was a crossbreed from (it's *gotta* be blood and navel right it's so tasty but distinct from other oranges, can't be a valencia the color's not right!)

So I looked it up. Turns out, there's like 600 of these bastards. Well let's fucking read about all of them.

Oh Ermelo's orange. That sounds weird. What's that.

Oh it's just called that because takes its name from 'Ermelo', a parish in Arcos de Valdevez Municipality, Portugal. It was introduced to the region by Cistercian monks in the 12th century, but it is sweeter than the average orange. Oh, but it's on The Ark of Taste.

What the fuck is that.

Well, turns out it's kinda like the Endagered Wildlife registry, but for sustainably sourced heritage foods and local cuisines. They see local foods as tantamount to cultural landmarks that should be preserved and foods go on the list if they are either impotant orbrelevant to a specific culture or ethnoregion, or are in danger of dying out whether from extinction or a fading cultural relevancy. They urge the perpetuation of their existence by encouraging their continued consumption. This includes foodstuffs like fruit from extremely specific regions, breads, cheeses, and even certain breeds of livestock that meat comes from.

Here's some fun ones: classic mortadella of all things (because it originates in Italy and has been a staple of their cuisine for centuries) cuccalar (a specific type of italian bread) casu marzu (a gross kind of cheese, do not google if you have a weak stomach) carosello (an italian melon), Lake Michigan Whitefish, Gravenstein Apples, Mayhaw jelly, bogong moths, and bunya nuts. They have things on the list from all over the world and it's actually really gratifying knowing that someone somewhere can see whatever random little thing you have and see everywhere, is valued, because it represemts a culture that not everyone has. I've had Lake Michigan whitefish. I consider it just a fish. But it's on a list of important culture for the US that should be conserved for the sake of culture, and that's kind of eye opening.

The Ark of Taste is run by Slow Food.

Ok. What the fuck is that.

Turns out it's an international org dedicated to preserving cultural foodstuffs that also emphasizes sustainability by supporting eating, growing, and traditional cooking local foods. Think Audobon but for cheese.

What was I reading about? Oh right, oranges. Oh the chocolate orange has a 12 Brix.

Ok.

What the fuck is a Brix.

Turns out Degrees Brix (°Bx) is the measure of dissolved solids in liquids and aqueous solutions, but is used to measure sugar content in foods and juices in common. So like Scoville scale but for sugar. Honey, soda, wine, sugar, fruit juice, fruits, and maple syrup use it to measure their sugar content. There's also some other scales that are used for sugar measuring. The Plato Scale (°P) is used in brewing, The Oechsle Scale used on german and swiss wine, and the Balling Scale, which is the oldest and not commonly used anymore.

What was I reading about? Oh yeah oranges.

Oh Smith Red Valencia. Sounds sultry.

It's a pigmented bud sport of the valencia orange tree.

K.

What's a bud sport.

Turns out a bud sport is any kind of sudden morphological difference growing from a plant caused by genetic mutation. Like when a dwarf pine starts growing foliage branches that are morpholigically identical to a regular pine. You ever notice how sometimes your christmas tree, if you get a live one, has irregular branches where they grow out longer than normal, and the needles are a bit different than the rest of the tree? Bud sport. Neat. Oh it's night time.

What was I reading about? Oh yeah. Oranges.

Yeah turns out I was right, cara caras are the hybrid of blood and navels. Knew it. Also, apparently oranges aren't even the original thing. They started out as a hybrid between pomelos and mandarins. Also, also, apparently fruit genomes have "moms and dads", i.e. the chloroplast genome is considered the "maternal line" of a fruit's ancestry. The orange's chloroplast genome comes from pomelos, meaning pomelos are the orange's "mother".

Also---

[sunnyhoneyshimmermagic]

(Dee Dee and Teddy are at town square, selling apples and introducing our story):

Dee Dee: Get 'em while they're fresh! Apples! Christmas apples!

Teddy: We got Mclntosh!

Dee Dee: Get your Christmas apples.

Teddy: Red Delicious. Tuppence apiece while they last. Whatever the fuck that means.

Dee Dee: We... They won't last long the way you're eating them.

Teddy: Hey. I'm creatin' scarcity. Drives the prices up. Read all about it in Ladie's Home Journal

Dee Dee (sighs): Teddy... (sees us) Hello! Welcome to The Big Nate Christmas Carol! I am here to tell the story, in my usual dramatic fashion!

Teddy: And I am here for the food and bantz! This Christmas, I wanna be written with an actual character!

Dee Dee: My name is Charles Dickens.

Teddy: And my name is Teddy Ortiz! Hey, wait a second. You're not Charles Dickens!

Dee Dee: I am too!

Teddy: No. Dickens was called that for a reason!

Dee Dee: omg it's 2023

Teddy: your name isn't even Charles!

Dee Dee: good, cringe name

Teddy: Dickens was a 19th-century novelist! A genius! God I hang around Francis too much.

Dee Dee: Oh, you're too kind. :3

Teddy: Why should I believe you?

Dee Dee: Well... Because I know the story of "A Christmas Carol" like the back of my hand.

Teddy: do I smell a wager?

Dee Dee: I hope, otherwise I didn't brush my teeth well.

Teddy: ugh, just prove it! Prove you know it!

Dee Dee: All right. Um, there's a little mole on my thumb, from when I tried to taste the wood on my stage, and, uh, a scar on my wrist, from when I fell off my bicycle performing as Lance Armstrong: licence to juice.

Teddy: No, No, No, No, Don't tell us your hand. Tell us the story!!

Dee Dee: Oh! Oh!

Teddy: Thank you. Yes.

Dee Dee (ahem): The Betancourts were dead to begin with.

Teddy: Wha, Wha... Pardon me?

Dee Dee: That's how the story begins, Teddy. The Betancourts were dead to begin with. As dead as a doornail.

Teddy (getting into it): ooh! It's a good beginning! It's creepy and kind of spooky. Like Mrs. Godfrey in a conga line.

Dee Dee: Thank you, Teddy!

Teddy: You're welcome, Mrs. Dickens!

Dee Dee: now, where was I? Ah, yes. In life, the Betancourts had been business partners... With a shrewd moneylender named Gina Hemphil-Scrooge. You will meet her as she comes around that corner.

Teddy: Where?

Dee Dee: There. See, next to the klassic komix and Mr. Pretzel?

Teddy: Uh huh! When?

Dee Dee: Not yet... Not yet... Let the tension rise...

Teddy: I am, I am!

Dee Dee: ...Now!

(Gina enters, draped in a black coat and top hat, carrying a cane. Every step calculated and cold)

Dee Dee: There she is! Ms. Gina Hemphil-Scrooge.

Teddy: Say, Is it gettin' colder out here?

(Song)

Emmit the custodian: When a cold wind blows it chills you

Chills you to the bone

Czerwicki: But there's nothing in nature that

Freezes your heart

Like years of being alone

Rosa: It paints you with indifference

Like a lady paints with rouge

Clarke: And the worst of the worst

The most hated and cursed

Is the one that we call Scrooge (yeah)

Chester: Unkind as any

And the wrath of many

This is Gina Hemphil-Scrooge

Miranda, Angie, Kelly, Trudy, Kim, Jenny: Oh, there goes Ms. Humbug

There goes Ms. Grim

If they gave a prize for bein' unfair

The winner would be her

Brindle: Oh, Gina loves her money

'Cause she thinks it gives her power

If she became a flavor you can bet she would be sour

Staples, Shipulski, Calhoon, John, Galvin: There goes Ms. Skinflint

There goes Ms. Greed

The undisputed mistress of

The underhanded deed

Marty: She charges folks a fortune

For her dark and drafty houses

Vern and Marge: Poor folk live in misery

Uncle Ted: It's even worse for louses

Miranda, Angie, Kelly, Trudy, Kim, Jenny: She must be so lonely

She must be so sad

She goes to extremes

To convince us she's bad

She's really a victim of fear and of pride

Look close and there must be

A sweet girl inside.

...

Naaaah!

Everyone: There goes Ms. Outrage

There goes Ms. Sneer

Ahe has no time for friends or fun

Her anger makes that clear

Don't ask her for a favor

'Cause her nastiness increases

No crust of bread for those in need

No cheeses for us meeses

There goes Ms. Heartless

There goes Ms. Cruel

She never gives

She only takes

She lets this hunger rule

If bein' mean's a way of life you

Practice and rehearse

Then all that work is paying off

'Cause Gina's getting worse

Every day

In every way

Gina is getting worse!

(Gina sharply turns, giving a cold stare)

Everyone: OH, UM, I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO SUDDENLY

(They escape)

Gina (quiet rage): ...Humbug.

[doctorguilty]

Nice things!

Just got home a bit ago after doing my lunar new year shopping, I'm glad I didn't bother trying yesterday and then being rushed because of all the other errands because like while I had a general list of food ideas, I was also improving as I went based on what was there. There was tons of fruits front and center!! I got tangerines, a pomello, persimmons, and some little lady apples, some other snacking foods and a dried fruit tray, lotssss of veggies and mushrooms, also some tofu and quail eggs because I decided I'm gonna do a hotpot, since I conveniently had bought that single burner for my own use I was like huh. This is very convenient. AND they had a really great price on a big great quality stainless steel divided pot, like I was just gonna use whatever but I was like OH!!! I put aside some of my Christmas money SPECIFICALLY for this party and decorations were almost cleaned out aside from a couple things I grabbed so it was like well spend the rest on this pot and then I have it forever for my own future kitchen ;0; ♡ so I got a spicy broth and miso for the other, and all that is gonna be vegetarian since my brother is vegetarian and also has a shellfish allergy, decided to avoid any seafood, and I know my friends love veggies and stuff anyway! And then I got some uhh frozen buns, pancakes, spring rolls, and dumplings (one veggies one chicken so that's the one meat item), I'm gonna like kinda cook things as I go? It's a lot of people but idk how much everyone is actually gonna be hungry but everything I bought is also stuff I like to eat so it kinda doubles as a shopping trip for myself anyway like even if I have tons of frozen stuff left that's just food stocked up for me! We have plenty of soda and water in the house, so I just got like solo cups and paper plates from the dollar store (and some red steamers to tie the decor I could get together)

A lot of the typical LNY foods were on sale also! And it was busy ahaha like everyone was in there loading up on all the same kinds of things! I felt bad when I was checking out cause I was confusing the cashier a bit with my like multiple forms of payment I needed to use (food has to go on one card, the rest I wanted to do part cash part debit but was unable to communicate that so I just put it all on debit which is nbd I'll just deposit the cash in the bank later) ;;;; since I don't know Chinese and she didn't know English it took a little bit of gesturing and her typing numbers on her phone for me to read orz I felt like anxious after I was finishing boxing my stuff I was like oh I hope I didn't stress her too much she's obviously so busy today and there's a line behind me (that "everyone in the grocery store hates me" feeling snjfmsnfns) but right before I left she grabbed a pack of pretty red cards from under the register and held them up so I can see and then put them in my box 😭❤

(The struggle is so on me though like usually when I'm there the cashiers are some amount of bilingual but I can't always expect it, and I do usually need to use multiple forms of payment so I should really try learning some words and phrases so make it easier ;;; hopefully she knew I was very thankful to her though! That really made my day 🥺)

Anyway yeah that was my trip so! I'm excited, tomorrow I'll likely start prepping things like cutting veggies and stuff. On the day of, I'll take photos of everything to share! Last year I was solo and my family had some decor up to welcome me back from Oregon but it wasn't a whole party or anything, so I'm excited to host a proper gathering (and have friends with me instead of being alone and sad)

[aud-of-silver-lake]

It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire and celebrate your pocket friends.

🎄🎅🏼

Thank you for tagging me @malarkgirlypop !!! I hope you’ve been having a lovely holiday!

Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given?

Rook! I work at a police station and a bunch of the guys started calling me that cause I was the rookie. I think it’s adorable

Where are you located?

Michigan!

What season is it where you are now?

Winter! Though it doesn’t feel like it cause we’ve got no snow

Favourite tradition this time of year?

I’ve got a huge family so we have five Christmas parties in a row, it’s so fun seeing everyone.

Favourite holiday food?

Tough one…I love food. Probably these almond jam cookies my aunt makes for Christmas.

Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider?

Eggnog! It’s so good but I can only drink a little of it cause it’s so rich.

Turkey, ham or nut roast (Or Tofurkey?)?

Turkey! My dad brined a turkey this year and it was so good.

Would you rather spend the december holidays in: a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?

Cabin in the woods, I love being in the woods and my family owns a cabin in northern Michigan so I usually get to spend some time there.

are you pro-snow or anti-snow?

Pro during December and January but afterward I’m over it.

have you ever built a snowman?

I have! I used to every year when I was little.

Skiing or snowboarding?

Skiing but only if it’s cross country.

Do you decorate for the holidays?

I do! I decorate my room and I help decorate the rest of the house.

Favourite holiday movie?

Hm…probably Winnie the Pooh Christmas. My family has watched it every year together my entire life.

Favourite holiday fanfic?

I didn’t know this was genre!

If you were to star in a hallmark movie, who would be your love interest?

Andrew Garfield’s Desmond Doss would be a dream 🥰

Tagging @joetoyesbrassknuckles101 @spookyinthesouth @re-enchanting

[chop-zulyzulyyy]

Throne and Sickle Ch. 3

Chapter 3: Potato Sack ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Turtle bros x fem!parkour!reader

Summary: In which the turtles record their training one fateful night, and find the rooftops hold stories with a beginning. And an end.

(Author Note at the end!)

Disclaimer: I don’t own ROTTMNT, sigh.

Genre(s): A bunch of stuff, really. You'll figure it out ;)

WARNINGS: Heavy topics NOT for the lighthearted; like seriously it’ll get dark in some parts. Mentions of s*xual assault, bl**d, sh*rp objects, and more. Indicator will be the caution emoji next to the chapter title.⚠️

Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. -Hunter S. Thompson

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‘It took my father seven minutes to die.

I never thought the only man a daughter could depend on would turn out so iniquitous. When it happened, I was too young to understand it was all premeditated, a set up. I remembered screeching tires of cars that arrived at the yard of my house. Figures in sketchy suits barged in on the night of Christmas Eve right after dinner when my siblings and I were watching Mickey Mouse. Our father came from his bedroom- I believed he was there to save us from the bad men- but imagine the damage to our hearts when he waved a welcoming hand over to us and vile words ‘take your pick’ met my little ears. I never saw them again. Those men. My siblings. For as long as I could remember, questions plagued my life…at what point did my father lose morals of a good human being? Why did this man decide his life had more value than his babies? It sparked a fire forevermore. Blistering. Scorching.

Once I turned old enough, it was time for me to act. Father mentioned having a guest over soon, a familiar phrase that caused a cold, eerie dread to seep into my bones. I knew just who exactly was going to come through that door. Lounging in the living room was the devil himself, holding a cold bottle of beer and never peeling his eyes from the television screen as the roar of people cheering football players on enveloped the house. The irony of watching sports like a true American father with a cookie-cutter home, with an apple-pie life- all as if he didn’t commit those horrible sins years prior? Revolting… repulsive. Silently shuffling to my bedroom after breakfast, I hauled my bags from the closet, setting them by the door, including the Mary Janes I removed- leaving me in underwear, and a thin undershirt. The less clothing worn was better for concealing anything that could… stain. I tiptoed to my rickety bed, grabbing hold of the large military blade that belonged to Father, hidden underneath the pillow. Heavy. Cold. I switched my own television on and blaring familiar sounds of Mickey Mouse came to life- poetic justice if you will- and slowly glided to the living room.

Father’s back was facing me into the hallway. One foot before the other, slow, and steady. Crouching low to the ground once reaching the back of the couch, my arm rose at-level to his neck. I steeled up. My grip on the knife nearly tightened to painful pins and needles as circulation dropped.

A shank caught Father’s attention, a quick pressure jamming into the underside of his ear before swiftly disappearing. His hand touched it to find red blotting his fingers, and the second his eyes snapped wide all peace was thrown out the window. The man thrashed, screeching as liquid heat gushed down his body and sprinkling over the couch, completely drenching his hand as he tried to apply pressure to the wound. Lamps tumbled over, his beer bottle shattered and spilled onto the carpet. Eyes deranged; they land on me. Father sporadically tried to reach my small figure but what he didn’t consider was that as the blood left him, so did his balance. Father’s body leaned one way quickly collapsing. A loud thud resounded. Rising from the ground, I was overcome with something. an intangible sensation. Pain? No. Loss? Maybe. Perhaps it was loss of the lives robbed, loss of the father my family and I deserved, loss of the precious future memories that were supposed to be mine. How funny: we used to think Father was our Superman- red cape, dashing smile. But even that old dream was violated by the pool of blood that surrounded him, the same way the red cape would flow around the comic hero like a veil, and on Father’s face was no smile but a horribly contorted sneer. Like spitting on a puppy, this all was…Sounds of car tires screeched to a halt on our porch and immediately dread fell to the pit of my stomach, hands and feet so uncomfortably clammy-

I had to go. Sprinting back into the bedroom, scrambling limbs tried to pull everything on- shirt, jacket, shoe- no no, socks first- socks then shoes- oh, but I forgot the pants-the pants!

Heavy thumps drew closer near the front door, the aging plywood of our porch creaking and mocking me of the impending hell that was my future. Short, quickened pants left me as I stumbled into pants, this time stuffing my shoes into the backpack when sharp knocks pounded at the door. I stilled (I shouldn’t have) and breath stuttering, my vision blurred while the tremors of my body shook. Suddenly crunches of wood exploding snapped me out of it and slipped on the backpack and duffle bag. I then rushed to the window and pushed the stubborn rusty thing upwards.

One leg went through.

Heavy thuds rushed to a stop, clearly spotting the corpse of Father.

My head ducked, body leaning halfway out.

Voices shouted, and the second set of footsteps momentarily alarmed me as they shouted at each other and scraping sounds of furniture gave me the green light to shuffle my bags over. But one set of footsteps came barreling down to my room.

A gasp met my ears and I turned to face the source just as I brought out the other leg and-‘

“Good morning, sugar. Can I get you something to drink to start off?” Blinking (e/c) eyes found a sweet, middle-aged dark-skinned woman standing by the booth, a notepad in hand and untucking a miniature wooden pencil from behind her ear. Glancing at her name tag, ‘Udora’…you smiled. Glancing at her name tag, ‘Udora’ you smiled.

“A coffee, please. Hazelnut creamer if you have any.”

Scribbling, she nodded. “Of course. Are we ready to order or you need a minute?”

“I need a few minutes, if that’s alright.”

Udora’s bow-shaped lips stretched into a smile, warm and understanding, “You take your time. Seems a little early for a high school student to be out. Studying for an exam?”

“U-uhm, no. I graduated a long time ago.”

She blinked, “Hush your mouth! Baby you look like you’re fresh out of the oven. Now what kind of skincare do you use? Spare me some of those secrets?”

This earned a lighthearted laugh, “I get that a lot, but you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”

“Mhmm, I hear ya. I’ll go get that coffee right out for you, sweetheart.” With a wink, Udora left.

Charmed, you let out a deep and quiet sigh. Bringing your wrist up, the miniature numbers on a tiny digital watch read 6 am on the dot. Eating out so much wasn’t ideal when your skills in the kitchen weren’t all that bad, but you barely clocked out of work. Recently your hours tremendously left you aching doing overtime. Not to imply it didn’t pay well- it was your other ‘job’ that left you working for scraps. A blessing it was, for places like Maraschino’s to provide such safe and warm atmospheres, creating a home-y kind of comfort with employees as saccharine as the name. You then thought back to Udora’s accent. Was she from down South- maybe Virginia, or Louisiana? She did have the hospitality of a Southern Belle. Watching rousing venders open up shop from the window, you leaned a hand on your chin.

If only those people knew who, or what, was walking among them in this city. The candy maker on 9th Ave? A young fox youkai peddling earnings for his new kits. The librarian in Brooklyn? A bat demon with a knack for kidnapping benefactors for simply breathing at a frequency higher than she liked. The CEO of one of the greatest hotels around? A mutinous spider youkai. They’ve been around for a whopping 600 years (give or take a century), most emigrating from Feudal Japan. Others came from places like New Zealand, South America, Greece even. It didn’t take long for you to find out the truth, but along the way, as you grew older, mysterious whispers would tickle your ears in the form of a twinkle or two of bright lights disappearing in your peripheral; or flashes of colors dashing from shadow to shadow- you could even recite to the bottom detail of giant aquatic fins you caught flipping around the corner of an alleyway- which it turns out mermaids actually hated musicals and were able to morph limbs, although it was utterly grotesque when they did. Who knew?

But new players entered the game, their existence astounding millions. Mutants, they were called. As amazing as they were, the bitter taste wouldn’t leave your tongue at the underlying truth that nearly all of them were born a human and altered against their will. Figments of information passed around, jumping from one ridiculous tale to another until a common factor surfaced from spies. A respectable scientist became obsessed with mutant migration, forever becoming the black sheep of clandestine creatures concealed all over the world and shifting reality as you knew it.

You followed the slow rise of the sun’s rays glinting over the tips of buildings, and a memory of lights exploding in the night sky and the green skin flashed in your mind.

Right, you heaved another sigh. You made the choice to reach out to this group of meddling mutants and didn’t have a single shred of doubt they knew who you were. Of course, they must’ve been miffed like many others, given the outrageous rumors going around about these ‘Hoods’. It was amusing at first- reporters and news channels loved to stir the pot and the public ate it all up. But with what was happening behind the scenes now, you needed aid. Whatever the turtles may want to know you’d be more than happy to give up all maps, blueprints, hard drives, files, the works. If there was the very possible chance that they would refuse to help, you would not hold it against them. This was your business, you decided to disturb the peace, you caused a ruckus among both humans and nonhumans. You reached out. There was no obligation for others who have nothing to do with you to be brought into this. But one could hope.

Your thoughts came to a halt when a mug was set before you. “Here you go, baby. Anything to go with that coffee?” Udora coaxed. Nodding with a smile, your small hands welcomed the warmth of the steaming coffee mug.

“Yes, I’ll have your pancakes and fruit please.”

You’d forgotten to look over the menu.

Had anyone told Donnie it was time for spring cleaning, he’d have gone straight to the storage chamber and make sure their air filter was functioning, but seeing all the chalky dust enveloping his father’s room Donnie should have done it anyway. He sighed, Leo hacking his lungs out behind him.

“Oh brother what the heck is Dad doing in there? I literally feel mold from 1983 sticking in my lungs.” He grimaced.

Donnie’s tact-shell brought out a clean filter mask; three others hung on the end of the bionic claws- never mind, two others remained once Leo swiped one. Raph peered in from the kitchen with Mikey lazily plopped onto his shoulders as the scuffling and mumbles caught their ears from behind the door. Leo reached over to knock when the door opened, releasing the horror of dust particles that fell over them like an ocean wave. At the door was their dad, eyes squinting in irritation.

“Dad what are you doi-‘

“Nothing illegal! However! What is illegal is the size of my shelves,” Splinter spouted, “why do they make them so tall and fragile? I cannot reach the top without everything tilting over. If everything falls and breaks none of them could be replaced. Relics and precious heirlooms cannot be bought at the chest of hope!”

Mikey snickered, “You mean Hope Chest?”

Donnie deadpanned, “You buy stuff from that thrift store all the time.”

“Treasures comes in all forms my sons, that is lesson number 49.” Splinter stated, wisely pointing a finger up.

“I thought you said lesson 49 was that many people are alive because it’s illegal to shoot them.”

Everyone whirled to Mikey, who blinked in innocence before frowning at the rat. Raph put his hands on his hips, “Dad! What are you doing telling Mikey that stuff?”

Leo groaned, “Okay okay, moving on. What the heck are you doing in there, Pops? Are you looking for something because Donnie is more than happy to help- ya know cuz he’s got no life.”

That earned a smack upside the head. Splinter huffed, surprising the boys when he returned into his room, waving inside. “Come, I require assistance!”

The boys groaned louder, although practically zooming in. Splinter pointed up to the tallest shelf the sewers could fit. Wooden boxes, cardboard boxes, cloth bags mounted each other in heaps. There was no logical reason to own so much stuff and never use whatever was inside, Donnie’s eye twitched continuously.

“The item I seek has to be in one of those storage boxes- Blue! A portal, please.”

With a shrug, the red-eared slider waved a mystic blue circle to life. Reaching in, Leo brought out an old canvas bag. Splinter shook his head, “No, I don’t believe that is the one.”

Leo drew a carboard box. “No.”

A mesh shopping basket. “No.”

A garbage bag overfilled with old cassette tapes. “No.”

“We so have to watch those later.” Mikey whispered over to Raph, both sharing a mischievous grin.

Irritated, Leo then pulled out a-

“Why do you even need a potato sack?!” Donnie snapped. Splinter brightened, “Yes! That is what I was looking for.”

He jumped up and down as Leo set it on the ground carefully. The boys curiously gathered around him, stunned as to what could be so precious to their dad to warrant such childish behavior. Watching in anticipation never tested their patience more as Splinter untied the strings, and gently lifted the first thing piled up inside.

“Who’s that?” Mikey quipped, pointing. In Splinter’s hand was a small black and white picture, old, worn, and nearly tearing at the edges of a girl around their age, sitting in a booth of some kind. Tired eyes glassed over, and a smile stretched his lips as a wrinkled clawed finger caressed the photo.

Raph put a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Pops?”

Splinter cleared his throat, “Ah, yes, there is nothing wrong. I am just preparing for something very important.”

Leo crossed his arms, “Dad.”

With scrutinizing gazes, Splinter sighed. He passed the photo to Raph as he was closest to him, who then flipped it over.

“First corn dog– 1994.” He read before passing the photo over to Mikey, “Does tomorrow got something to do with her?”

Splinter nodded, “Today is the anniversary of a fateful day. When our paths crossed, I saved her life, and when we reunited, she saved my life from dangerous pickpockets. I remember how brave she was, falling from the rooftops to stop the criminals even though she shook like a leaf.” Splinter then chuckled wistfully, “I gave her quite an earful when I then discovered she knew not how to fight and simply ‘took a bash at it’. My, my, a silly one she was.”

Mikey saddened, “Oh, is she…?”

To their surprise, Splinter frowned. His hands tightened into fists.

“That, I’m afraid, I do not know. She disappeared. I could not find her, no matter how far and wide I searched. It has been many years…how I wish I had an answer to what happened all that time ago. But our story goes further back than that.”

By now the boys had taken it upon themselves to sit down in a circle before their father, as he was lost in thought. Raph, Mikey, Leo and Donnie observed between their dad and the photo when collectively they then noticed the state of which she was in. Rotten clothes, mud blotched all over her and it looked like she didn’t even know what a shower was. Except… the small hesitant smile overcame everything else, as she proudly held up a corn dog as though it was a trophy earned and won. Splinter rummaged through the potato sack, pulling out a small bundle of cloth and unwrapping it to reveal a surprisingly dangerous looking military blade. It didn’t look as vicious as how weapons usually are, but this blade was crumbling with rust, bent, and clearly used to its full capacity.

“Let me tell you a story, my sons. A story about a young child escaping a dark fate from her own home many years ago, and how she became my inspiration to fight for justice.”

As a fish would be caught on a hook, the boys eagerly settled themselves near their father as he began.

“The year was about…1988 I believe. Before my years of fighting crime, I peddled my earnings in California, working under various employers. I was young, about seventeen years of age, and foolish. Never desiring to be anything more, never caring for others. Until one day… a fateful encounter changed my life forever. I picked fresh peaches as many as I could afford at a market when I felt a tap on my leg. A tiny little girl asked me if I knew where she could buy some bread, though all she carried was one quarter. She would never get to buy one with just one coin, so I gave her five dollars and two of my peaches, even if it left me with nothing. As I watched her disappear into the crowd, something inside me told me to follow her. And I did. I understand I am not a perfect example, but a father…a father would fight tooth and nail to protect his children, my sons. What I saw holding that girl by her hair was no father… but a monster. I remember how lifeless that child looked, although obedient. Quiet. He squashed the peaches I gave her, assuming she had stolen them. I found out that day through the eyes and ears of the streets that this man was known to be in very horrible trouble with local gangsters, and he paid his dues by… by selling his other children. During this time, I knew nothing more than the innocent bystander, but I would not stand by and watch that man…that thing have custody of the poor child. Many times, I tried calling for help about the situation. I visited many places day after day, hoping to find someone who could help. None believed me, so I then decided to do it myself.

But it was too late. When I arrived to the home, a fatal wound to the neck left him no chance of survival. I searched the home, and I caught a gangster contacting reinforcements. If my instincts were correct at the time, he was a client of that man. I defeated him, and quickly searched further to find the poor girl just as she was exiting the window, covered in splatters of red. Unfortunately, she feared that I was an enemy and tried to flee as fast as possible. I followed her throughout the city, amazed such a little human could go to extreme lengths for escape, but she was still a child. She had no knowledge that a path she had taken would lead to the roof of an old building. Unbeknownst to either of us, a large hole covered in fragile plywood gave way under our feet and nearly dragged us down to our deaths many stories below. When the dust cleared, I could not find her and I had broken my leg. I had thought the worst… until a small cry underneath a pile of debris caught my attention. I crawled to her despite my pain and dug through to find a poor bloody mess of a little girl. She could not see with how much had gotten into her eyes. It frightened me. No matter how long it took, I stayed with her. I stayed from day to night, until help arrived and found us. She never spoke a word except for her little cries, so so afraid as she clutched onto my clothes. I recall those who came to help tried to take her to receive medical attention only for her to call for me. ‘Mister Peach’ she pleaded, ‘please don’t go away.’ I-”

Splinter cleared his throat, caressing a small pink beaded bracelet he brought out from the bag. The boys exchanged a worried look. He then handed it down to the boys, passing along more of the old and golden memories that stayed collecting dust all this time.

“I could not ignore her cries. And so I remained. However, despite that one nightmare had finally come to an end, another began. Her father’s enemies caught word of what happened and were furious. Men were sent out on hunting parties for the final child they were supposed to be gifted. Remember my sons, I was young and foolish. I had left my home to forge my own path. It pained me so to see I could not afford to help the child more than she could all the while fighting to keep myself afloat. I… I could not even get enough money to buy her supper, or a blanket. Not even a crumb of a cracker. Yet each time she gave me a smile. Each time she communicated that I was still more of a man than her father ever was to care this much about her. She even ate garbage alongside me at one point. But with a heavy heart, I had to let her go.

I had to let her go…

I took her to a bus stop in disguise. This pink wig is what she wore, and these hideous polka dot pants. She believed if she could dress similar to a clown, she could make me laugh. And laugh I did. I remember her telling me that she would find me again one day. Fear had dictated all the previous years of her life and yet was stronger than I was, keeping me from falling to my own demise in a dark time of my life. Because of her I found confidence in my circumstances and trained to be skilled in martial arts- to make a name for myself. A legend. Despite living longer than she, I was the one who needed her more than she needed me. However, when she boarded the bus I did not realize she would take my heart with her. I will never forget the little hand that waved goodbye to me through the window.”

Mikey sniffled, clinging to a wobbly lipped Leo as Donnie stared hard onto the little bracelet in his hand. Raph tightened his grip over Splinter’s shoulder, eyes heavy seeing his father slump under the weight of these burdens. The elder rat reached into the sack, shuffling around until he pulled out a crumpled stack of carnival tickets. The corners of his lips lifted.

“Time passed us by when we crossed paths again, just as she promised! At first I did not recognize her when she saved me from those pickpockets but one look…one look was all I needed to know. She had grown into a beautiful young lady, but she was still the little girl who called me Mister Peach, and she was my Little Momo. It was the best day of our lives. We got to enjoy a carnival, we got to eat a full meal together, and it was like no time had gone by. Then when the moon rose I had to return home, and I had enough to properly care for her this time…but she refused to come with me.”

The whole time as Splinter recounted his story, the boys have leaned further into the circle completely entranced by the tale. When their father frowned, they held their breath. When he smiled, tension left their bodies. But right now, pain overcame the elder rat, eyes glassing over without warning and they knew whatever came next from their fathers mouth it would haunt them, just as it did him.

“She wouldn’t answer my questions as to why, not a single peep. The last thing she ever told me was to keep believing in myself, and that my existence was magical. The first blessing she had ever received- and hoped with all her heart our futures would know only love, and family. Before she left, she placed something in my hand but I could not tear my eyes away from her and look down. And that was the last I ever saw her.”

Splinter crushed the stack of tickets in his hands, “If only I had not been so blind with hurt and anger that she did not stay, I would have fought harder to keep her here where she could be safe. I would have helped her…”

The last item he pulled out remained hidden in the palm of his hand. Raph, Leo, Donnie, and Mikey felt their blood turn cold, faces morphing into horror. 

There in his hand, lay a tiny little baby pacifier.

“I should have fought harder to protect her, and her unborn child.”

Kids. Games and tricks and fun and joy. Their laughter could brighten up the whole world without trying. It doesn’t even matter what they’re laughing about because people will end up hearing the laughter the world should have.

Trudging up the stairs to your townhouse, belly full, you smiled at the children playing tag on the street. Some wore their mother’s pillow covers as superhero capes, some swiped their father’s helmet and sticks to play soldiers, and some even used chalk to turn the street into a baseball diamond. A delighted gasp left you once witnessing a petite little girl in a dress whack the ball out of the ‘field’, and all the boys groaned when she put out a thumbs up grinning victoriously, while two kids acting as spectators used soda pop bottles as microphones. Peering back at the sidewalk, you guaranteed the bottom of your shoes would be stained in colorful chalk. But you couldn’t find it in you to mind at all. The large oak door let you into your home. A spacious rustic-style place, courtesy of inspirations from scrolling endlessly on Pinterest (A/N: I have an attachment issue with this app help).

Walking up the spiraling staircase to your bedroom, your bones creaked and popped. You’d be willing to bet your organs that stairs were everyone’s nightmare- they could be the most accomplished athlete in the world, but they’ll take the elevator each time. Setting your messenger bag down to your bed and shifting through your items, the edges of cloth brushed against your fingertips. You took the item out of the bag and ran a thumb over the soft texture- a simple mask wouldn’t be enough to remain anonymous with eyes and ears everywhere as it did before, you knew. If things went well with the turtles, then maybe…maybe you wouldn’t need to wear it again. You turned away when the sun’s reflection bouncing off of something made you squint. Atop your dresser, sat a photo encased in a glass frame. Small, very small it was: taken at a carnival photo booth. One figure smiled back at you, his charismatic persona outshining the bashful female next to him despite her failed attempts at smiling like him. One of his hands enveloped hers to help make a peace sign, while his other had a thumbs up. Even when she looked like garbage, and dirt covered her from head to toe, he wanted a photo with a street beggar who didn’t own even two nickels to make a dime.

You grabbed hold of the miniature frame and settled into bed with it resting over your heart. Now that you finished the night shift, it was time to sleep the day away and replenish what your body desperately needed. When the days and nights knocked you down in the real world, comfort could be taken in the dreams that lulled you so.

Tomorrow... you thought. Today’s burdens were enough, and you’d deal with what came next...tomorrow. As reality faded and your body cooled from the breeze that came through the window, you thought that, for just a moment, you could smell peaches.

Sweet dreams.

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Fun fact: Mikey is an Ornate Box turtle! Its distinct coloring camouflages it among the damp earth, fallen leaves and other debris found on the floor of moderately moist forests. Also, Ornate box turtles eat live beetles, caterpillars, cicadas, and worms. I just hope Mikey never puts them in his recipes. Ew!

A/N: WOOW. I’m sorry I don’t have a schedule set up, guys. School and other responsibilities have been kicking my tush so- kinda recovering from a burnout. Yikes. But I’m still working on this I promise! Stay tuned :)

Translations:

Momo: Japanese term for 'Peach'

[never-not-ever]

So today.

Shopping with my Nana and then going on tangents about her... 😐 it's long. What else is new.

So I woke up around noonish. Contemplated canceling plans with my Nana and rescheduling for tomorrow but finally said fuck it, texted her I'd be ready around 1 and went to get ready.

I had no energy to shower and was going to skip it but then realized I was going to be in and out of stores and didn't want to feel gross which is such an exaggeration, I would have been fine. I decided to shower, took too long and finally met my Nana outside a little after 1.

We stopped at Dunks and I got my usual toasted white chocolate raspberry iced deliciousness. We headed up to the main stretch of highway with the stores we needed to hit up. I wanted to stop at Trader Joe's to look at some plants for the gifts for the holidays. Speaking of TJ's... it's probably bullshit but they put "future consideration" for my application status versus the other 3 locations that got "not selected".

We went to the Apple Store after and then to Marshalls where I did a decent chunk of shopping. Funny story for this store... So I got my cousin a tote bag and I looked inside and there was a smaller shoulder bag, same color, same brand and I'm 99% sure it was a set. BUT it wasn't like attached so I took it out and put it on the rack with the other bags cause I didn't want them to think I was trying to steal a second bag 🙃🙃🙃🙃. Like I am such a "goody two shoes" it's kind of repulsive. But my anxiety in stores are always high enough as it is. Anyways I found my Nana a scarf and ear warmers (like headband type things), a cute little DIY handprint ornament for my nephew and an outfit set, and some wrapping paper.

Then we stopped at Home Depot to look for a Christmas Tree. She can't find her tree stand so she has to buy a new one. That location didn't have them so she said she'd go to a different one tomorrow with my Uncle cause they're going out shopping anyways. We went to the register cause she got command hooks and batteries. We're approaching the self check out and she asks me "can I leave this here" referring to the carriage and I said "no, just bring it up here, there's people behind you". She rolls her eyes and huffs and puffs. We ring up the two items, pay and leave the store. I should have just dropped it but when we got outside I said to her, "what I was saying in there, there were people waiting in line behind you, you can't just leave the carriage in the way" and she said "well I found it just laying around in the store just like that" and so I said "just because other people do it doesn't mean you have to do it too" and she was like "you know, from now on just let me do things my way". So I replied "YOU asked me a question so I was telling you that I wouldn't do that, because it's rude" and I walked away biting my tongue when what I really wanted to say is "and you wonder why I don't want to spend time with you, you're rude and inconsiderate of everyone around you.

Ughh it sounds so nitpicky but like she puts herself up on a high horse and thinks that she can do whatever she wants whenever she wants.

We CONSTANTLY have this fight with her handicap plaque... So if we are ever going out together I do the driving cause her driving makes me anxious. If she's going into a store I park in the handicap spot. If she's staying in the car I don't. Simple as that. Earlier today I pull into a handicap spot at Trader Joe's and at first she said she was going to stay in the car so I said "wait you're not coming in? I wouldn't have parked here" and she goes "actually I want to get something, I'll come in, but I would have been in the car it would have been fine". I honestly can't remember if I said anything back but I know I've said it a THOUSAND times before and she has a stick up her ass that she is RIGHT. That I can park in that spot because she's in the car and she can stay in the car and I can go in the store. HOW???? How does she not see the that doesn't make any god damn sense. Believe me I have tried explaining this to her so many times and I usually ignore her and park elsewhere and she'll pipe up "you could have parked in the handicap spot" and I'll just stay quiet, go in the store and come out. But like the reason for a handicap spot is to serve the handicap person. You sitting in a car isn't serving you. I'm the one walking into the store. I'm not the handicap person. It's common. Fucking. Sense. And she'll spew some bullshit "my cop friends told me I'm right". Yea. Sure.

Ugh. I just.. I can't.

So after that stupid little scene at Home Depot I stopped at the grocery store and you best believe my ass literally parked in the furthest spot from the entrance (I was the only one going in).

When we got home I helped her put a Christmas wreath on the front door so I felt less guilty of my previous interaction with her... hello story of my life (fight -> guilt -> act like fight never happened).

Then I literally spent the rest of the evening talking and video chatting with my cousin all while cleaning and cooking and lounging around. Pretty sure it was from like 5pm to possibly midnight. Might have been a half hour break while she showered but it's kind of crazy how much our relationship has gotten closer lately. I'll save the rest of that for another post since I spent so much of this one ranting about our grandmother 🙃