#cheers Aunt J

[scleroticstatue]

A "back in my day wouldn't have autism, no it was just normal when great grandpa had autistic behaviors" video came up in my feed, and for some reason I feel compelled to share a story of my great aunt.

So, one family reunion, my dad's side got together for a week around the Fourth of July at this lakeside town in Michigan. We all decided to go see the parade, and my aunt decided to dress in three different and very clashing patterns of plaid (via kilt, socks, and hat) to show her Scottish heritage on America day, and in her mind, this was the height of American patriotism. Keep in mind that while we do have Scottish heritage, none of the plaids she was wearing were family clan tartans. They were, like, Walmart plaids. This has no real relevance to the story, but it is a very important part of it in my mind.

Well, we head down to the parade in our kitschy family reunion t-shirts which state "[Family Name] Established here," and while they will eventually have dozens of signatures from other family members on them, they don't at this moment, and we could very easily be mistaken for some restaurant or organization. We settle in to watch the parade, but the timing is off (a time before cell phones and Google maps meant little towns had logistical struggles occasionally) and so, about a third of the way through the parade, there's a gap on one float and the next.

Well, my aunt sees this as the perfect time to get everyone standing and moving. If by moving, you mean moving into the street and marching in the parade. And either all the adults in the room didn't comprehend what was happening until it was too late, or they were so used to her antics no one even considered stopping her. So me and my various cousins and aunts and uncles joined the parade, like some unknown business attempting to advertise themselves, waving at the onlookers we had started the morning as.

Anyway. As long as you act confidently enough, no one will question you. Even when they should.

[scleroticstatue]

Once upon a time I had a great-aunt. She is. Just a little crazy. The perfect blend of incredible life experiences and off the wall thought processes.

Well, she was going to Japan for some reason (it might have been to teach English as a second language or it might have been for FEMA, I can't recall) and it was right around Thanksgiving. Well, she didn't want to pay for checked luggage, and the plane also charged extra for carry-ons. So her solution was to wear all of the clothing she was going to use in Japan. All her underwear, all her pants. All her shirts. The various coats and jackets she'd be wearing in a Japanese winter. She was wearing probably 20 pounds of clothing, if not more. But she was flying out from Los Angeles, which means she was going to be boiling in the airport, if not also on the flight.

So her solution was to get a frozen turkey for Thanksgiving, cook it, cut it, and refreeze it into plastic bags, which she then proceeded to stuff between the layers of clothing like a human insulated cooler. And as the turkey thawed, she ATE IT. As a snack. On the plane.

To this day, I have no idea what happened when she got to Japan. Did she buy a bag in the airport gift shop and disrobe right then and there? I don't know. I could imagine it happening. But I can certainly imagine the faces of her fellow fliers when this 6'2 woman with a rather slim face and the bulkiest body they've probably ever seen starts pulling out bags of turkey breast from under her shirt.

@scleroticstatue This is your friendly reminder to tell us about the aunt who wore frozen turkey on a plane.

[deunmiu-dessie]

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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₃˖₇ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, sloppy writing, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, wendigo/human, rough sex, unprotected sex, gang bang, dubcon, fear, kidnapping, reader wears glasses, porn no plot. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : ya'll i hate this so much, but i wanted to post something today-- sorry if it's all over the place!

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: while babysitting for your aunt, you find yourself stranded in the living room.

꒰male!wendigo ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 " Don't worry Aunt J, I got this. "

𝒯he woman gazes at you with a concerned expression, her eyes filled with worry. However, she manages to muster a nod and gently plants a tender kiss on your cheek. "Make sure to lock the doors before you go upstairs. The house only locks my room and the kids’. You must be upstairs before 9:30, as that's when the doors lock. If you're not there by then, you'll be locked out until morning, but even so, if you've locked the front and back doors, you'll be fine. Don't. Forget."

You give her a firm nod, "I won't, I promise."

Recent sightings of a peculiar creature moving around the neighborhood have stirred up fear among the locals, particularly your Aunt whose anxious for the safety of her kids. She sighs and lovingly kisses your forehead, "Alright, enjoy yourself."

As you wave goodbye and lock the back door behind her, you pivot to find your younger cousin watching you with excitement, struggling to manage the baby boy in her arms. You laugh and relieve her of the baby. "How about we bake some brownies together?"

She lets out a joyful cheer, giggling as she dashes towards the kitchen, her excitement palpable. You carefully place the baby in his high chair, turning him to face the bustling kitchen. His eyes widen in wonder as he takes in the scene, a big grin spreading across his little face.

You enthusiastically bring your hands together, a wide grin spreading across your face. " Shall we? "

—

As you cradle the baby boy in your arms, a sense of warmth and tenderness envelops you and you can't help but pout softly, and coo at him. His little tiny fingers have loosened their grip on the milk bottle, causing it to slip from his hands and land softly on your lap. His eyes are closed, and you can't help but admire the long, black lashes that frame his lids. With a gentle touch, you press a loving kiss to your cousin's forehead, careful not to disturb his sleep. 

  You rise from the comfortable couch, making sure to move with utmost care so as not to awaken the sleeping child. A soft giggle escapes your lips as you hear a shuddering sigh emanate from him. It's moments like these that remind you of the innocence and beauty of childhood, it's something you miss. 

Navigating your way around the couch, you begin your ascent up the stairs towards your Aunt's room. The woman had been nervous to leave them with your grandmother, though loving and caring, she's started to show signs of hip pains and occasional forgetfulness. Hence, your Aunt relies on you to watch over the little ones during her night shift at work.

Using your foot, you nudged the door open and switched off the lamp that cast a faint glow in the room. Gently placing the boy on the bed, you made sure his tummy was flat against the soft mattress before pulling the blanket over him and only up to his waist. You brush his hair away from his face before quietly exiting the room, the soft click of the door closing making you heave a sigh.  

Turning around, you take a couple of steps forward and enter your other cousin's room. She's lying with her laptop open on her chest, her eyes closed, and her soft snores filling the room. A smile played on your lips as you walked over to her, closed the laptop, and placed it on her desk. Using her LED remote, you turned off the strips of light around the room, plunging it into darkness.

After your eyes swiftly adapted to the darkness, you carefully tucked the covers over her petite frame and quietly exited the room. The gentle sound of her door closing brought forth another sigh of relief. Glancing at your watch, you nodded with contentment, realizing that you had a valuable half an hour before all the room doors would be securely locked for the night. It provided ample time to tidy up and prepare for the following day.

As you made your way down the stairs, the creaking noise made you wince, fully aware that you couldn't afford for either child to stir. Swallowing hard, you descended the stairs with newfound caution. As you finally reached the bottom of the staircase, a wave of relief washed over you. The tension that had been building in your chest slowly began to dissipate without any sounds of the baby crying or the little girl calling out.

You started by straightening up the living room, turning on some lo-fi music, and cleaning quickly. After switching off the main light, you flick on the display light, which emits a soft glow, barely doing anything to brighten the room. The kitchen took a lot longer, particularly when clearing out the solidified chocolate from the bowls and wiping down the counters. In the end, it took a total of 20 minutes to finish cleaning the kitchen.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness as you stole another glance at your watch. The timer displayed only 10 minutes left, intensifying your anxiety. Shaking your head, you dismissed your nerves and concentrated on preparing for tomorrow.

 Lost in thought, the sound of your watch going off caused your heart to skip a beat. Cursing, you quickly packed up, whispering small, scared 'no's to yourself. A faint cheer escaped you as you completed the task, rushing to ascend the stairs on time. Your heart sank as the resounding click of all the doors locking echoed in your ears.

You felt a slight vibration and immediately retrieved your phone from your back pocket. It was your Aunt, making sure everything was okay with you and the kids.

 Auntie : Hey girly, are you and the kids in alright? Did you make it to the room?

 Nervously, you gulped, your hands shaking and palms moist with sweat. Without hesitation, you promptly responded, your teeth prodding at your bottom lip.

 You : Yes we did, the kids are asleep.

 Lying to your aunt made your heartache, but you were too prideful to tell her the truth. Instead of offering a reply, she simply responded with a thumbs-up emoji and a heart. Letting out a heavy, ragged breath, you swiftly returned your phone to your pocket. Descending the stairs, your eyes slowly adapted to the dimness. The previously illuminated display had now turned off automatically, leaving you huddled on the couch, overwhelmed by a sense of unease.

  Following a good thirty-minute interval, your fear gradually subsided. You reached for your phone, scrolling through social media to find no one online.

  Growing more confident, you entertained the possibility that whatever had caused unrest in the community had either disappeared or would not manifest tonight. As you removed your glasses, your vision blurred slightly, your body relaxed, and your gaze fixated on the phone screen that was dangerously close to your face. ( It was probably why you had glasses in the first place. ) 

 Time slipped away faster than expected, and suddenly, it was midnight. The profound silence stirred up a fresh wave of concern, as the absence of wildlife sounds, like crickets and owls, made you feel the urge to curl up and disappear into the couch.

Your phone vibrated,  signaling the low battery before shutting down abruptly. You clicked your tongue in annoyance and silently made your way towards the charger, plugging it in. Slipping out of your tight-fitting jeans, you remained in your undergarments, stretching your legs. Folding the jeans neatly, you placed them on the back of a nearby chair before returning to the couch and settling in comfortably with a soft, velvet blue throw draped over your exposed legs.

    As tiredness crept in, your eyes began to droop, causing your vision to blur and lose focus. The sudden piercing bark of a dog jolted you out of your drowsy state, causing your entire body to freeze. Which was so unusual for the neighbor's dogs, who were known for their friendly demeanor and familiarity with the community, this feral, unfamiliar bark made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

The barking grew increasingly louder and more aggressive, accompanied by menacing snarls. The sounds elicited a pounding sensation in your chest, so intense that it caused a searing pain. Unexpectedly, the barking and snarling abruptly ceased, but rather than providing any relief, it caused a profound sense of despair, causing your heart to sink.

 Holding your breath, your eyes widened as a towering, monstrous, and slender figure glided past the frosted windows adjacent to the door. Its voice was distorted, emitting broken and eerie sounds, desperately pleading in its otherworld gravelly voice, "Help me. Someone help." 

The arrangement of your Aunt's house was peculiar. The back door functioned as the main entrance, revealing the dining room and kitchen upon entry. Moving forward led to the living room, while continuing onwards brought you to the front door. Situated to the right of the front door were the stairs leading to both your Aunt's and the children's rooms.

At the moment, you found yourself positioned in the living room, standing tall with your gaze fixed on the door. In an instant, the door seemed to draw nearer than you had initially perceived, causing a sense of fear to grip you. As it vanished beyond the second window, you released a sigh of relief, nearly letting out a scream as the shadow reappeared by the window, as if it had detected the sound of your breath.

The door was locked, it couldn't get in, right? Your vision became obscured by tears, and you chastised yourself for your stupidity. Part of the prep was making sure that the doors that couldn't be locked by the system were locked manually. Regrettably, in your rush to reach the room, you had completely forgotten to lock the front door.

 The turning of the doorknob emits a high-pitched squeak, prompting you to immediately flatten yourself against the couch while covering your mouth and nose with your hands. The grating sound of the door opening compels you to tightly shut your eyes. A cool draft of air infiltrates the room, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Within this tense ambiance, a menacing snarl and a huff reverberate, accompanied by the unsettling noise of bones cracking as the intruder maneuvers to enter the house.

The soft whimper of the floorboards serves as a warning of its presence, prompting you to reluctantly open your eyes. A sudden gasp escapes your lips as you behold its towering horns, skeletal face morphing into a snout, and blood-red eyes. With a shudder, you tightly shut your eyes as the creature's head swivels in your direction, swiftly advancing toward where you lay on the couch.

Merely a few inches away from your position, the creature sniffs the air intently before gradually drawing nearer. As you open your eyes once more, you carefully scrutinize its appearance. Contrary to your initial perception, the creature's physique is not as slender as it seemed from afar. Adorned with a layer of fur, its arms display a muscularity that is not excessive, striking a harmonious balance. Furthermore, its thighs possess a substantial thickness, evoking a sense of strength. However, as your gaze trails down, you notice that its hind legs taper into a much skinnier form.

The creature looms closer than anticipated, its intense heat palpable against your skin. Despite its towering presence, its warm breath gently brushes your face. Your breathing stops as you feel something drag across your skin, it's rock hard but there's a softness to it. It pulsates rhythmically, and you swear that you can feel veins throbbing along its surface, a sticky and viscous substance oozing along your skin, inflicting a searing sensation.

You come to the realization that you are positioned just below the creature's waist, nearly at the same height. Was it– its cock touching you? Tears escape from your eyes, and you find yourself unable to move as it accidentally nudges against your lips. The creature is still in search of the sound it heard earlier, but your motionless state and barely audible breaths are causing confusion. You wonder briefly if it's blind.

You ache to turn your head away from it, yet you're acutely aware that any movement on your part could potentially alert it, and you could be killed. You endure it, eyes watching its head whip around for you. It leans closer, hips following suit. Scared that it'll notice your presence, in a hushed surrender, you part your lips, just in time for its throbbing member to slide into your warm, saliva-laden mouth— you had refrained from swallowing, fearing that the sound might betray your presence.  Underestimated, its long thick cock pushes against your throat, forcing you to suppress any sound that threatens to escape. Perhaps you should've just made a run for it.

 You can feel the hefty weight of its balls against your chin and clench your eyes shut as it jerks its hips back, causing you to exhale shakily through your nose. With its motion paused you observe one of its hind legs tapping on the wooden floor, seemingly quivering with delight from the sensation of being in your mouth.

Tears stream down your face as you stifle your sobs, desperately attempting to keep yourself from gagging. The creature's hips begin to thrust with an untamed ferocity, its primal growls and snarls resonating through its chest. Its flavor is raw and invigorating, not entirely repulsive but rather tolerable. The living room fills with the wet, squelching sound as saliva overflows in your mouth. Its member plunges deeper into your throat, causing drool to cascade down your cheek. 

 Your pussy throbs and clenches despite your fear. The disgust you feel towards yourself for being turned on in such a situation only heightens the sensation of disdain. The beast emits guttural grunts now, its hips faltering, and you can sense its impending climax. Arousal drips from your cunt, coating your labia and making your panties stick to you uncomfortably.

 As terrified as you are, the urge to swallow is becoming overwhelmingly difficult to ignore. Squeezing your eyes tightly shut, you succumb to the temptation, swallowing as discreetly as possible, relieved that the sound remains unheard. However, this action seems to have an unexpected effect on the creature, as the feeling of your throat squeezing the tip of its cock causes it to thrust forward abruptly, causing you to gag, feeling it nearly reach the depths of your throat.

 Thick ropes of tacky, sweet cum coat your throat white and you find it hard to swallow. Its legs shudder for a moment and it continues to move its hips in your mouth before it thankfully backs away from the couch, seemingly satisfied.

 Anticipation filled your gaze as you observed it retreat toward the entrance., almost sighing in relief as you parted your thighs, feeling the tension release as your pussy lips spread apart, the sensation of wetness trickling down your thighs.

 Sniff

 Your gaze darted upwards, and a surge of fear coursed through you, and it made you want to scream. The creature was gazing in your direction, yet not directly at you. The door became a distant memory as it slowly retraced its steps toward your position, its nose held high in the air. You realized it must have caught the intoxicating scent of your arousal. In a discreet attempt, you closed your legs, hoping to dissuade its advances.

   But it persisted, undeterred. With your eyes clenched shut, tears streamed down, obscuring your vision. It halted at your head, lowering itself to take a deep, lingering sniff, still unsatisfied. Lower and lower it ventured, until it paused just above your belly button. Another teasing sniff, followed by a playful chuff, before it finally made its way towards your tightly closed legs.

 With a gentle nudge, its snout caressed your thighs, urging you to surrender. You hesitated, knowing that if you resisted, it would employ a more forceful approach. Reluctantly, you yielded, parting your thighs, cursing your decision to forgo pajama bottoms after removing your jeans. A jolt of surprise coursed through you as its elongated, slightly pointed tongue sensually traced the contours of your inner thigh.

Drawing nearer, it sniffed intently, determined to locate the exact origin of the alluring scent. One of its legs rested on the couch, its body contorted to get closer to your pulsating entrance. Though fear gripped you, causing tremors, your wet pussy clenched and released, eagerly anticipating something, anything. The heat of its breath brushed against your legs, its horns pressed against your stomach. Its elongated black tongue slithered forward, disappearing between your thighs, causing your soaked panties to dampen even more so as it leisurely licked and coiled around the fabric.

Eagerly, it buried its head between your luscious thighs, its horns grazing against your quivering stomach. Your body tensed as its teeth sank into your delicate underwear, tearing it apart with horrifying ease. A provocative sniff caused a blush to bloom on your cheeks, and you resisted the urge to close your legs.

And suddenly you’re lost in a haze of desire, your eyes rolled back, surrendering to the intense pleasure coursing through your cunt. Its tongue skillfully traced a path up your slick folds, lavishing attention on your throbbing clit with a delicious roughness. Your legs tensed, responding to the electrifying sensations, while its commanding hands firmly grasped your thighs, ensuring a steady grip as it delved deeper into your pussy.

The relentless drag of its slippery, warm tongue had you gasping for air. It was evident that the beast had developed a fascination with your tender bundle of nerves. As it continued to lap at it, your juices drooled from your throbbing pussy, the thin part of its tongue coiled around your clit, squeezing and prodding it.

You couldn't help but moan out as you came, pussy spasming. Paying no mind to the noise, it continued to lick up your moist slit, rumbling as it stumbled upon your small, tight entrance. Withdrawing, it grasped your legs tightly, almost folding you in half, pressing your thighs against your breasts.

What was happening? What was it doing?

  The sheer heaviness of its throbbing member grazing against your drenched folds elicited a sharp intake of breath, at this point you didn't care if you made noise or not. That thing would surely rip your pussy apart.

 It prodded at your entrance, clumsily trying to find your hole. When the head of its cock finally slid against you, it snarled lowly, the tip of its cock getting drenched from your arousal. The wendigo slowly inched in and you whine out as the bulbous tip slowly pops in, painfully stretching you. Your thighs tremble as your pussy reluctantly give way to its overwhelming thickness, pulsating around the beast timidly.

You're a moaning mess, completely enthralled as its fat, long cock disappears into your dripping cunt. Every vein and ridge pulsates against your sensitive walls. Your tightness clenches around its cock, causing it to emit a deep growl as it sinks deeper and deeper. The bulbous head tenderly grazes your cervix, while its weighty, thick balls press firmly against your ass. Your whimpers and spasms intensify, your eyes rolling back and your nipples straining against your blouse. It remains motionless for a moment, its breaths labored and its grip tightening against your trembling thighs.

With a forceful pull and a swift thrust, it sets a punishing rhythm. The silhouette of its member presses against your abdomen, and it makes you even whine in embarrassment, cheeks flushing. The fear has ebbed away and you can only moan and cry for more, you can feel the drag of its pelvis touch your aching clit when it pulls out. The pain and pleasure meld together, distorting your vision, your eyes bleary and lips parted. 

   A particular rough thrust against your g-spot has you cumming hard and long, your pussy gripping its cock tightly, milking it with fervor. It thrusts into you once more, gently stretching your cervix open, its tip finding a comfortable resting place. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your womb, the sheer girth of its member ensuring not a single drop escapes, it lasts for a few minutes until your stomach extends slightly and you're too tired to move.

As it withdraws, a torrent of cum spills onto the couch, causing your belly to deflate slightly, yet not completely. The wendigo is finally sheathed, its cock nowhere in sight.

 In an instant, a sensation of weightlessness engulfs you, as if you are floating on air. You find yourself nestled against the powerful chest of the creature, your mind clouded with desire and confusion. Despite your desperate attempts, you are unable to break free from its hold, your throat throbbing with pain. 

  In the blink of an eye, the two of you are whisked away, leaving the safety of the house behind. Your feeble attempt to reach for the door is futile, as it vanishes into thin air. Now, surrounded by the mysterious allure of the forest, you realize that you are not alone. More of those captivating creatures encircle you, their presence both exhilarating and unnerving.

 Tears cascade down your delicate cheeks as your gaze is drawn to their thick, long, heavy cocks hanging between their legs— despite how absolutely terrified you are, your pussy begins to ache and drip. Gradually, you are lowered onto the soft ground, the sensation of the grass teasing your supine form. One of the creatures steps forward, communicating with its companion in a series of excited chitters. 

  Your trembling legs are gently parted, allowing a thicker, lengthier shaft to penetrate your eager entrance. The keening sound of your wanton moans fills the air, blending with the rustling of the grass in the secluded clearing. Suddenly, something nudges your lips, and as you gaze upwards, another creature stands before you, its gaze fixated upon your vulnerable form. Without hesitation, you part your lips, your eyes widening in anticipation as their hips thrust forward, plunging into your mouth, instantly throat-fucking you. You splutter and gag, fear settling deep in your chest.

 Your gaze becomes misty as your eyes well up, and as you peer through them, you notice a multitude of over 50 more of them, cocks oozing with precum, waiting for a chance to fuck you themselves.

Is this how you'd be living now?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am i the asshole for still wanting my plushes back?

the people involved in this story are me (currently 22m, he/him), and my sibling J (currently 23nb, they/them), and this story happened while we were children, couldn't be older than 7 or 8. i am also autistic, and have very strong attachments to objects, especially plushes, so keep that in mind.

so J and i are not blood related, they lived in an awful situation with their bio mom and grandma until they joined my family when we were about 3 and 4. i think of them as my real sibling, and we are pretty close now, so this is pretty low stakes overall.

because of the neglect and spoiling that their previous caretakers raised them with, the first few years J was settling into our family were difficult, to say the least. they were super fussy, materialistic, and downright mean and entitled. i know this is a cruel thing to say about a mistreated child, especially since they are not like this anymore and regret it now, but it was true at the time. i was a very social and cheerful kid, and i had an older sister too, so i knew better how to treat other kids. i was really gung ho about having a new sibling, and wanted to make friends with them right away, but they did not share that sentiment.

one game i really liked to play (that definitely sparked my love of escape rooms later in life) was a clue-trail scavenger hunt thing where you would follow the clues one after another and eventually find the prize at the end. my parents set up a few of those for us over my childhood, and i got fascinated with it and wanted to set up them up for myself.

i tried multiple times to get J to play my scavenger hunt with me, since i was proud of the hiding spots and the rhymes i wrote on the clues, but they were very icy to me and often refused any game i wanted to play.

so i got an idea, to entice them to play, by making some of my pokemon plushes the grand prizes at the end of the hunt.

now you have to keep in mind, this was the mid-2000s, these pokemon plushes are choice collectors items and they do not make them like this anymore. and after a generous birthday gift from my aunt when i was maybe 6, i had a bountiful selection of them, that i knew J was bitterly jealous of, and sometimes would try and steal.

so i knew this would work as a carrot to get them to play with me, and it did! but they were only playing so they could have the prize, so every time i wanted to play again, i would have to offer up another one of my plushes, and eventually i ran out of all the ones we agreed were good or interesting, and now as an adult, the few i have remaining from my massive childhood collection are the ugly ones, and it makes me really sad to see how gutted it is from its former glory.

over the years, we've gotten a lot closer and J's nasty childhood attitude has all but disappeared, and i feel safe saying we're besties and get along fantastically.

i asked a few times as we got older and i remembered this occurance if i could have the plushes back, though, and they've always responded with a vehement No. they say i gave it to them fair and square, and they consider them a gift from me. i've tried pointing out that i only did it cause it was the only way i could get them to play with me when we were kids, and i kinda regretted giving away such valuable things when i was too young to really think about it. J always got upset at that point and said they didnt like thinking about how they used to be and it wasn't fair that i brought that into the conversation.

i 100% see how i could be the asshole here, since i did technically give the plushes to them, but i still kinda think its not fair of J to not even consider giving some back, because i was a dumb kid who just wanted to connect with my mean sibling. i try not to bring up how they used to act anymore, though, because i can understand how it hurts them to think about, but it is relevant in this specific situation.

i haven't asked them for the plushes back in a long time, but i was thinking about it again. and this is pretty low stakes, it wont ruin our relationship or anything, so tumblr, aita for still thinking J should give them back?

What are these acronyms?

[blackberrysummerblog]

Oh my goddd how is it already Sunday?! I’m leaving for a really big trip on Tuesday and so naturally my house is not ready for the dog-sitters to stay over, and I am not packed. No worries, I’m sure I’ve got this covered 😒

Thank you so much to everyone who’s been tagging me! There’s so much good reading out there, and the art this week for Simon’s birthday—I’m blown away by the talent in this fandom.

I haven’t done as MUCH writing as I would like—I’m at that stage in my life where I no longer handily remember huge swathes of my “internal” writing, so if I don’t get it down right away or get called off to do something in the middle, it’s lost, and that has been my entire week, folks. I did get some done though! Here’s a little bit from my COBB that I fully expect to get some blowback over, because…well. You’ll see:

I bend down to admire some perfectly iced cinnamon buns, and above me hear someone chuckle. “You’re a Pitch, aren’t you?”

I glance up. And up. I rise to my full height and…I’m still looking up. It’s not often that I find myself craning my neck to look someone in the face, but the cheerful-looking man behind the counter must stand 6’5”, at least. He has short dark hair, square-shaped glasses, and a curious glint in his deep brown eyes. There’s nothing unusual about him other than his height, and yet I find myself staring. After a moment, I realise he’d asked me a question. “I am,” I say, keeping my voice even.

He smiles, and something feels like it’s cracked inside me. “Yeah, well, I’m Adam,” Adam says, extending a floury paw. “Adam Price. Your ancestor relieved mine of a herd of goats 500 years ago.”

Long enough ago that a grudge isn’t worth bearing, but then again, this is Watford. I ignore his hand. “If your ancestor had paid mine her due, perhaps he wouldn’t have been so wracked with guilt that he thoughtlessly left his pen open one night. Goats are wont to wandering.”

“…wont to wandering…” Adam repeats, tilting his head as his hand drops reluctantly back to his apron. He narrows his eyes. “Your family raises goats now, doesn’t it?”

“They’re hardly 500 years old,” I scoff, then pause. “The goats or my aunts.”

So yeah, there’s that 🤣 By the way, the art for this fic is SO gorgeous—my partner has been absolutely amazing and I can’t wait for everyone to see it when we post!

This snippet is from the one where Simon cleans up the room after blowing up Baz’s bed, and meanwhile has to sleep on the floor. For the first couple of days, anyway. Ahem:

“Snow.” I’m standing in the middle of the room in my pyjamas, waving my arms. He drives me up a wall. “Take the bed. You’re walking like you’re a hundred and three.” I’ve been spelling the floor soft for him every night after he goes to sleep, but it doesn’t seem to have helped.

Simon is in his school-issued pyjama bottoms and a thin cotton t-shirt, standing mere inches in front of me on top of his blanket heap. He presses his lips together and shakes his head. The motion apparently triggers a crick in his neck, making him wince in pain. “The bed is big enough for two,” he allows.

Absolutely not. “Absolutely not,” I tell him firmly.

“It is!” he objects, misunderstanding.

“Snow.”

“If you don’t want to share, then it’s all yours,” he says stubbornly, sticking his chin up at me. He always has to look up at me. “Is it because you’re a vampire? I won’t stake you,” he adds.

Crowley below. I can’t think too much about that statement, but it’s the last straw. “Sleep on the floor, then. The hard, cold, stone floor.”

And that’s it! I may not be heard from for a couple of weeks, other than posting COBB should the schedule place us on early. I will be traipsing around Scotland, then Paris, and I think it’s going to be a pretty good time! I hope all of you have good things happening for you too. No pressure tags to:

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[islandtarochips]

Camila “Rosa” Flores🌹

A beautiful woman who owns her family bar. It used to be owned by her Aunt and Uncle. And now she has taken over. Everyone had called her “Rosa” because of her love for Roses. Since that’s the English meaning for Spanish. And also, a secret messenger for the Mexican Special Forces. For she is the eyes and ears for them in case she sees or hears anything that is threatening Las Almas.

GENERAL:

🌹 Name: Camila Flores

🌹 Alias(es): Camila, Cam, Rosa, Mila (mee-lah), Flores, The Secret Messenger

🌹 Gender: Female

🌹 Age: Early 30s

🌹 Birthday: November 4th

🌹 Nationality: Mexican

🌹 Place of Birth: Mexico (North)

🌹 Home: Las Almas, Mexico

🌹 Spoken Languages: Spanish (main language), English

🌹 Sexuality: Heterosexual

🌹 Occupation: Owner and the Manager of the bar

APPEARANCE:

🌹 Eye Color: Brown

🌹 Hair Color: Black

🌹 Height: 5’8”/170 cm

🌹 Scars: No Scars

🌹 Face Claim: Eiza González

FAVORITES:

🌹 Color: Red

🌹 Food: Tamales and Enchiladas

🌹 Drink: Margarita

🌹 Flower: Roses

🌹 Hairstyle: Putting up in a high ponytail (during work time) and putting her hair into a braid (when she’s out of work)

PERSONALITY:

🌹 Myers Briggs Type: ENTP Rosa is a very welcoming lady. Whenever you enter her bar or when you bump into her somewhere in the streets. She would ALWAYS give that big and brightly smile while saying hello to you in a cheerful voice. And gives you kisses on both cheeks as a greeting. She loves to meet newcomers coming into town. Rosa would gladly take you out on a tour of the lovely home of Las Almas. If it’s safe though.

🌹 Inventive: She has her talents from her father and the help from her older cousin of creating something out of scraps and even knows how to fixed cars and other engineering work. She has a thing for machinery and stuff. That’s why her bar is not that old looking because of her building skills.

🌹 Creative Mind: She has a very creative mind of decorating things. So her bar is always changing whenever she feels like it needs a makeover. And has many ideas of making it look FABULOUS. She even has ideas for the uniforms for her workers. (And they can’t deny it that they LOVE her ideas)

🌹Versatile: She can adapt to many new things really well. Like if you teach her how to sew a dress, she would GLADLY learn it from you or anyone else! She won’t even complain about it!

🌹 Flirtatious: She has a really good charm and looks to swoon any men that sees her. (Blessed by her mother’s AND her grandmother’s genes. Lol.)

NEGATIVE:

🌹 She has a habit of asking many questions before letting that person even ANSWERED the question. You know, like, Pinkie Pie in MLP (IF you know that show. Don’t judge me.)? Yeah, like THAT kind of energy but not like TOO much.

🌹 She has that small temper when it comes to things that is not done right. When you do one thing that she told you NOT to do. You will get an earful from her. Good luck.

🌹 She sometimes and may have always been…getting into other people’s business without their consent. Like, she’s a curious woman and would just slide in out of nowhere just to get some TEA. (She’s like that during her secret messenger time trying to get as much information as possible before reporting to the Los Vaqueros. But when it comes to drama. That’s for her to know. Lol.)

Skills and Abilities:

🌹 Fighting Style: None

🌹 Weapons: Break-Action Shotgun (kept it under her bar counter in every corner)

🌹 Distinct Weapon: Colt Pistol (always strapped around her right thigh where her black stocking is at)

🌹 Special Skills: Distracting the target with her charm and flirtatious to make sure that they won’t look away from her. Even have the skill of communicating with the target. She can lie and tell them great offers that she had in mind for the deal.

FAMILY:

Jorge Flores (Father, Deceased)

Aurora Cruz Flores (Mother, Deceased)

Victoria Flores (1st Older Sister, Alive)

Sofia Flores (2nd Youngest Sister, Alive)

Liliana Flores (Youngest Sister, Alive)

Jacinto Flores (Uncle, Jorge’s Brother, Alive)

Jolanda Beltran Flores (Aunt, Jorge’s Sister-in-Law, Alive)

Abel Flores (1st Older Cousin, Jacinto’s Son, Alive)

Selena Gabriela Flores (2nd Older Cousin, Jacinto’s Daughter, Alive)

Alfonso Flores (Youngest Cousin, Jacinto’s Son, Alive)

TRIVIA:

🌹 She is the 2nd Eldest of her Siblings and the only one who was very inspired of taking over her Aunt’s and Uncle’s bar place.

🌹 Her and Victoria used to get along just fine. Until the night of their parents being unalive by one of the cartel members. And Victoria had put her blame and anger against their Aunt and Uncle for their selfishness on money. So she left Las Almas having had enough of this betrayal. Lose all contacts with her family. (It saddens Rosa really.)

🌹 She really loves arts and crafts so she usually paint, makes pottery, creating necklaces and bracelets. She just LOVES it! She even loves it more to do it with her younger sisters and cousins.

🌹 Rosa got that title called the “Secret Messenger” from Alejandro. For being able to pass down the intel from one of the cartel without being caught. As she brought that information to Aly.

🌹 Her handy skills was taught by her Older Cousin and her father. For she was very inspired by it. 

BACKGROUND STORY:

Rosa was born and raised in Las Almas. She lives in a house with her parents and her three sisters. And she is also close with her three cousins, who lived next door. Living with their parents as well.

Most people know them by helping out everyone in Las Almas. By fixing their cars, their home, fixing broken pipes. ANYTHING. They are like the handyman. Rosa was very inspired by them and wanted to try it too.

So her Older Cousin, named Abel, teached her how to fix things. Even her father agreed to teach her as well. She got a hang of it and started helping her father and her Uncle whenever they go somewhere to assist people.

She usually goes with them after school.

She loves her family very much. And she would do anything to help to provide money for them. One day!

Rosa’s beauty was also very mesmerizing. Even her older sister, named Victoria. She always looked up to her seeing her beautiful face and body. Should thank their mother’s genes.

These two would always do each other’s make up and fix each other’s hair. It grew them so close even along with their other two younger sisters.

She even enjoys being with her cousins’ company as well. Her, her sisters, her cousins, her parents, her aunt and uncle. There’s nothing that she could ask for more.

Until before the day of the Son of La Araña incidents.

Rosa, who was in her 20s on that day, had found something suspicious with her Aunt and Uncle. Because of hearing her father arguing with her Uncle. Saying something about a “BAD IDEA” or “WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO OUR FAMILY?! PUTTING THEM! PUTTING US IN DANGER?!”

She heard that last week. Not even Victoria knew about it when she told her older sister. But the two had a feeling it’s not good.

So on the day of the La Araña, when the Mexican Special Forces had found the Son.

Rosa, her sisters and her parents made sure to lock everything up during that time. Afraid that they might get into a crossfire.

When everything calmed down. They thought that they were safe.

But are they?

A few days passed after that incident. When during the middle of the night. Rosa was sleeping with her younger sisters, even with Victoria before jolting awake to hear their mother’s scream.

Victoria and Rosa told their younger sisters to stay while they ran down.

And froze to see two men, who had already shot their parents, pointing their guns at them.

Victoria put Rosa behind making sure they wouldn't shoot her. And before the two men could shoot, they were already shot and stabbed by their Uncle and Abel.

The sisters were relieved to see them but questioning what was going on. And that’s when the Uncle had finally told the truth which leaves them and even his son in SHOCKED.

The Uncle had explained that they have borrowed money from the Son of La Araña. Helping him to secretly give out drugs and in return is the money.

BUT when he saw how close they were getting caught and being afraid of putting their family in danger. He and the Aunt decided to spill out the intel to the Mexican Special Forces to STOP him. And begging them to spare them and their family for they were trying to get money.

After telling the truth, Victoria had fumed up with anger and started lashing at her Uncle. While Abel tried to calm his cousin down.

Even Rosa was upset since they have LOST their parents. And because of her kind heart, she forgave them. But not Victoria.

She started to plan to leave Las Almas with her sisters but to her surprise…Rosa and their other two younger sisters don't want to.

How could they not? Las Almas is their home. It’ll give them great pain to leave.

So Victoria just left without giving a proper goodbyes which leaves Rosa with an aching heart. But she stood her ground and chin up as she helped her Uncle to build a bar.

An idea that he has the whole time ever since he assisted La Araña.

Building up a bar and named it “Pequeña Rosa”. Wanting to name it after Camila’s nickname. Knowing her love for roses and her parents always calls her that as well.

Her Aunt and Uncle started to run this place while taking care of their family, along with Rosa and her sisters.

And that’s when she met Alejandro and Rudy with their Los Vaqueros coming in to have some drinks. She heard them talking about the cartel and even that new person called “El Si Nombre”.

She knew that was the person who had killed her parents. So she started to walk over to their table and make them a deal. She had offered them that she would assist them. By giving them intel from anyone who she sees or hears.

Which they’re having a hard time believing that an ordinary female citizen would give them the INTEL.

And she showed them though. For she had found a group of the cartel members just sitting in for some drinks in her new bar.

And overheard their conversation about the deal for one of the drug traffickers. She also told Alejandro and Rudy that they will be back here. So she planned on luring the men into a VIP room where they will wait to take action.

Which they succeeded.

Alejandro was very pleased with Rosa’s help. So in return, he’ll provide them protection for her family and will clear out her Uncle and Aunt’s record of them ever working for the Son of Las Araña.

And that’s when her Uncle decided for her to take over the bar. And let her continue on helping Alejandro and the others while working in the bar. And he knows very well that her parents are so proud. 

The Colonel also introduced her to Aly and her brother, named Karlos. Whenever Rosa has the intel, she would straight up call Aly or her brother.

And from that day, Alejandro had called her the name that only he, Rudy, Aly and the other Los Vaqueros knew her by.

“The Secret Messenger”

Tagging these peeps for I promised them that I'll tag them when I'm done creating THIS pretty lady!

@welldonekhushi @deeptrashwitch @justasmolbard

And also, I want to say thank you to @alypink for helping me to understand about the Mexican Culture and creating this woman! I really appreciate it a LOT! Thank you, pele! Thank you so MUCH!

[questionableratatouille00]

ᴍᴇᴀɴᴡʜɪʟᴇ, ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀᴛ…

Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) 

Summary: The world is ending. Love is dead and lives are being destroyed. Anyway, here’s two guys.

Bingo Fill: ‘Meanwhile, On the Boat…’ on my ‘Vacation’ card for @sambuckylibrary’s sambucky summer bingo!

Warnings: minor character death, grief, sadness, themes of fear, Thomas the train.

Loki stood there, not sure what to say. Mobius..didn’t recognize him? This man—this man who had stuck his neck out for Loki, who had known basically every details of Loki’s existence—didn’t recognize him? 

He glanced out the large glass window at the statues of the Timekeepers. Except—it wasn’t the usual statue that stood there. It was He Who Remains—Kang. 

What was going on?

Bucky whistled as he worked with Sam. He tightened some bolts and held some nails. Sam told stories about his childhood—the goofy things, like when he took care of a stray cat for a solid three years. 

Bucky couldn’t help but wonder if somehow Sam was trying to allude to Bucky being like the stray cat. 

He didn’t really wanna unpack that. 

“You’re doing it wrong.” Bucky commented as he glanced at Sam, who was hunched over a bolt. 

“What? No, I’m not.” Sam huffed. 

“Yeah, you are. Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey. You’re loosening it.” 

“No—“ Sam looked down at what he was doing before chuckling to himself. “Man..” 

Wanda brushed her thumb against Vision cheek. She had just said goodbye to her boys—forever. Though the entire purpose of the Hex was to reverse death—it seemed like it only ended in it. 

“Well say hello again,” she whispered, knowing that if she attempted to speak any louder she would burst into tears. Her eyes were watering already. 

Vision was already beginning to fade away. And with him, her entire life. Everything she could’ve had—gone.

And merely a few moments later, it would be true. And she was alone. Again.

Seeing the concrete slabs where her future home had previously been made it all feel real. Because it was real. Deep inside her, she knew it was real. 

She knew this town would be better without her. The people would recover. The police would leave. Monica would move on. And she wasn’t worried about Agatha. As long as Wanda was alive, Agatha couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.

“Do you boys want pizza or burgers for dinner?” Sarah asked, looking between Sam and Bucky and her two sons. 

“Pizza!” The boys cheered, somehow perfectly synchronized. Sam looked to Bucky, who shrugged. Sam took a moment to assess whether or not it was a case of ‘Bucky still struggles to make choices and just doesn’t know what to do’ or ‘Bucky genuinely doesn’t have a preference’. Seemingly satisfied by whatever he’d seen from Bucky, Sam nodded. 

“I’m good with pizza,” he grinned.

Sarah nodded. “Perfect. Pizza it is.” 

“I wanted pizza too, thanks for asking.” Sam groaned dramatically.

“Oh, hush, you big baby. I know you. I know you would want pizza, especially since I’m getting it from Luis’s shop.” Sarah smiled, looking back as she walked towards her phone to..pre-order the pizza or whatever. Bucky wasn’t entirely sure.

“Yeah, but it’s the principle of it.” Sam grumbled. 

Bucky watched, a warm feeling in his chest.

After returning from Aunt May’s grave, he stopped in the coffee shop MJ worked at. He glanced at his two best friends—at his girlfriend and his brother, both talking about the college they were all meant to go to together. He stands awkwardly as he orders his plain coffee—he doesn’t even like plain, hot coffee. But if this is the closest he’ll ever get to be with them again, so be it. 

“No, just..coffee.” He says, his voice more rough and emotional than he wanted it to be. 

He could tell MJ and Ned. He knows he could. He doubts MJ would believe him, but Ned would be easy to convince. Ned—Peter could just say something that only Ned’s closest friend would know. And that would work. Surely. 

But he knows better than that. J. Jonah Jameson had said it himself: everyone who’s close to Spider-Man gets hurt. And Peter knows it. 

So maybe awkwardly ordering coffee he doesn’t like will be enough. And maybe he’ll just have to be okay with it.

“You need more t-shirts.” Sam said suddenly as he and Bucky continued working on the boat. 

“What?” Bucky gave him a disagreeing look. 

“I haven’t seen you wear a t-shirt this entire time. I know it’s hot as hell down here, and everyone in town knows you’re sweating. Your stench is like a blanket over the entire state.” Sam snickered. Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“That was..that was real mature, Samuel.”

“And I know you only using my full name ‘cause Sarah said it. But your middle name is literally Buchanan.” Sam shot back, a playful grin on his face. “Who names their kid James Buchanan? Shit, are you named after a president?” Sam’s brows furrowed as he noticed it.

“Okay, Samuel Thomas.” Bucky grumbled, adjusting the way he positioned his left hand to hold the nail. “Who are you? Thomas the train?” 

“I—how do you know about Thomas the Train?” Sam paused what he was doing, looking up at Bucky.

“Not this again.” Bucky rubbed his face with his right hand, feigning annoyance even as he held another nail for Sam. 

Yelena stood across from Clint, her eyes watering. “If I had been there, I could’ve done something, I could’ve stopped her—“ she began to spiral.

Clint shook his head. “Nothing was gonna stop her, ‘Lena. You know Natasha.” He said, his voice rough. His whole body ached. He couldn’t wait to go home. He didn’t wanna think about this, but part of him knew it was closure. For both himself and Yelena.

She let out a small squeak, accompanied by a few small sobs. 

“She made her choice,” he continued. “Now we’ve just gotta find a way to live with that.” 

“I loved her so much,” Yelena sniffled. Clint felt a familiar burning in his eyes, a lump in his throat. 

He looked up, nodding. “I know. Me too.” 

He looked down at his knees, before he noticed she was walking towards him. 

He heard her gun click. He silently sent an apology to his wife. And his children. Shit. His children. 

He glanced up at his soon-to-be-killer. Just to see that she had extended her hand to him. 

He took it, holding it for a moment as he gathered himself enough to stand up. 

He stood before her, looking down at her tear-stained face. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. She looked up at him, a sad, and silent rage in her eyes. She said nothing, merely turning around and walking away.

He supposed there was some sort of closure in that, too.

“What are we gonna do about Karli?” Bucky asked as he continued to paint even streaks across the surface. 

“I don’t know.” Sam answered, his brows furrowed. “Walker fucked up. Badly.” Sam doesn’t miss how Bucky bristles at the mention of the man. 

“Understatement of the year,” he grunted. 

“Right. Well, until we have a lead, there’s not much we can do.” Sam explains.

Bucky is silent at that.

“I’ve got Torres looking for those already.” Sam says, and he watches as Bucky nods in approval. 

“I can practically already read that cyborg brain of yours.” Sam jokes. 

Bucky mutters something under his breath, but it’s clear he doesn’t take offense to the slight tease.

Wanda collapsed to the floor, her wet cheeks and small sobs showing how distraught she was. Her terrified sons—no, they weren’t her sons at all—watched from the rubble of their home. It reminded her of her own childhood; the day her parents died. 

She was a monster. That was the truth. What had she done? 

She killed so many at Kamar-Taj, all of the Illuminati, and even all of the fighting with Stephen Strange. She had done nothing but destroy. Not to mention what she had intended to do to America Chavez. She traumatized her own—she traumatized children. 

What had she done?

The other Wanda, the bloody, beaten version of herself, crept toward her cautiously, ignoring the cries and pleas from her children. 

Wanda stood in front of the Scarlet Witch, before cupping her face gently. 

“Know that they’ll be loved,” was all she said. Her eyes were kind, understanding almost. It made sense, considering they had shared a consciousness for the majority of the day. Of course she had seen the Witch’s  thoughts. 

The Scarlet Witch let out another small sob as Wanda backed away and America began to close the portal. She knew what she had to do.

“Where the hell did you even find this stuff?” Bucky asked as he duct-taped the mat to the tree.

“Sarah had some old junk in the attic. I have no idea why she even had these, but she said we could use them.” Sam said from another tree, his own roll of tape in his hand.

Bucky nodded, amused. 

“Ignoring my own deep love for the environment, I think she’d actually kill us if we ruined these trees.” Sam said sarcastically. 

Bucky chuckled, moving on to another tree.

“Okay, how the hell are you doing this so fast?” 

“Genius and finesse.” Bucky snickered as he walked past Sam. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam huffed. 

graphics by @saradika-graphics

[bingo masterlist]

[dojae-huh]

Fancon Mute: Day 2

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Doyoung, Johnny came. Chris Lee (the head of A&R in SM and the CEO of r&b label KRUCIALIZE), Kang Byeongjun (Neo centre director). Do's manager. JN's manager? And some other staff.

It's important that both Jae and Do are supported by higher ups in the company. Both Lee and Kang were with NCT in the beginning.

There are videos on YT and Beyond live rips of Day2 somewhere, so I will just post a few fancams.

Entering the venue.

Song cuts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Can’t take my Eyes off you, Completely, Try again

Real Peach VCR

Photos: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Out of the smoke, English please, rambling Jae, Resonance, R2, reading a fan letter,

Peach boy: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Explaining why he cried during Day1, farewell words, farewell joke, stay healthy, final kiss. A letter for the fans.

Leaving the venue with flowers.

Do cheering: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, pics, 7, 8, 9, singing along to Dandelion, joining fans calling Jae as Jaehyun-samchon (uncle Jaehyun)

Cinematic parallels.

The concert was finished with NCT 127's song "Promise you". JohnDo were shown during this segment on the screen. No, you will greet Jaehyunee standing, Johnny-hyung, heh. Later that day Doyoung posted an IG story with a picture of the scene with the first words from the song and caption "Jaehyunee *heart*" and giant handwritten "J".

Bye 아무렇지 않게 인사한 채

Why 우린 아직까지 닿지 못해

(Bye, greeting each other casually

Why haven't we reached each other yet)

Fans commented that Do was too engrossed in watching the concert and waving his lightstick, so he took out his phone only at the end.

"Promise you" is a fitting song for the last appearence of Jae before the fans, however, can't help myself and not think about JaeDo's chorus and Do's prominent "so stay" part. Afterall, if I'm not mistaken Jae was the only neo who used a full NCT song? (won't be surprised if it was staff's idea, though, the lyrics were not prepared in advance (no special font or effects), it looked like a last minute addition)

[Chorus: Doyoung, Jaehyun] Oh, I promise you, on the day we meet again I will hug you, and more than saying just a single word Even if I cry out of joy This time I will convey my feelings to you Oh, I promise you, on the day we meet again (So stay) I'll smile, and more than saying any words at all (So stay) Just like you showed me, this time I will give you my heart for eternity

[Outro: Doyoung] So, so stay Oh-oh-ooh-ooh So, so stay Oh-oh-ooh-ooh, ooh

Some shippers were worried that Doyoung won't come. Such an idea is nonsence. Regardless of the type of relationships, Doyoung supports all 127 neos. If he can't visit in person, he watches a live in his hotel room (Taeyong) or is the most active in a video message (Yuta). He goes to Dream concerts the most. And in general likes to go to concerts, big stars and small ones he likes.

The "VIP" zone is one of the furthest from the stage, heh. Not so VIP, just close to the exit and secluded. This and Do being filmed by fans sitting nearby reminded me how hard it is for neos to just go to a concert of their friend. They won't have the experience all to themselves and would have to wear masks if they would like to hide their emotions.

Speaking of VIPs. It looks like not only Jae's parents visited him on Day1, but also his granny. And maybe even his English uncle with his aunt? (the whole bottom row)

Johnny left earlier. Doyoung appeared with a mysterious box. Maybe a present for him (or Jae? and he carried it?) from SM staff or someone else from the VIP guests. Liquor would make the most sense, but the box looks too plain for that. In any case, pretty sure JaeDo had dinner together afterwards.

[farity]

Family is Everything, part 2

Pairing: Modern AU BabyDaddy!Aegon Targaryen x you

Yet another ficlet inspired by a picture of TGC with a bebe

Warning:  OFC has unnamed chronic illness/breastfeeding issues - little bit of smut

Part 1 

.

“Give her to me, Aegon,”  Helaena demanded auntie privileges after baby Vizzy woke up from her nap.  “Come here, dumpling.”  

“Whoever has her when she poops changes the diaper!” Aegon yelled after his sister, who merely flipped him off as she took the baby to the kitchen, where Alicent was warming up her bottle.

You were still feeling a little guilty about having had to stop breastfeeding but having had a flare up last month where you had been in so much pain, merely breathing had been a trial.  You had refused to take the new medication because it would mean no more breastfeeding your daughter.  

“You know I will support you whatever you decide,” Aegon had said, sitting next to your bed.  “She’s had months of getting your breast milk, she’s happy and healthy, and right now, you’re neither.”

It got so bad that he had to hold the baby up so you could feed her, and you realized that taking care of your health did not mean you were being a bad mom.  You were taking care of yourself so you could take care of your daughter.  Two days after starting the new medication, you were up and around, and Vizzy was learning to hold her bottle.

You felt Aegon’s arms around you as you watched Helaena feeding your daughter.  “You’re an amazing mom.  She is the happiest baby I’ve ever seen, and that’s your doing.”  He kissed your cheek, and you turned to kiss him on the lips.  

“You’re a great dad, it’s not all me.”

Helaena looked up at that moment, smiled excitedly at you two as Vizzy continued sucking on her bottle.  The baby reached up and grabbed her aunt’s hand, and Helaena began cooing at her.  

* * * * *

“Do you really have to hit her so hard?”

Luke winced every time Aegon smacked the baby’s back to burp her.  

“She’s fine, Luke,” you said, rubbing his shoulder.  “If they don’t burp, their bellies are full of air and they’re in pain.”

He nodded, but still didn’t look completely convinced.

Vizzy let out a huge burp, and Aegon smiled, “that’s my girl!”  He turned her around and sat her on his leg.  “Want me to burp you, too?” he asked Luke.

“Uh, can I get you over here for a moment?” Alicent’s boyfriend Criston looked at Aegon, signaling the backyard with his head.

Aegon looked at you and your eyes widened.  You were pretty sure you knew what was happening, and you took your daughter from him, and went back to hang out with Luke and his brother Jace.

“So,” Luke began, “she is definitely going to have hair, right?”

* * * * * 

You watched as Aemond was also summoned and then Helaena went out to the backyard, then Criston went back inside to get Alicent.  

“When are Baela and Jacey coming back?” you asked while keeping watch on the kitchen door that led to the backyard.  Jace’s wife Baela and their son were visiting grandparents.  Baela’s sister Rhaena and Luke had a long-term flirtation going on, and there was a betting pool amongst the cousins as to who was going to be the first one to make an actual move.  Most of the bets were on Rhaena.

Jace pulled out his phone and began to show you pictures Baela had sent.  “He’s so big!” you exclaimed.  

Smiling proudly, Jace began to share anecdotes and stories about his son, and then there was a loud cheer from the backyard and everyone in the house looked at each other.  You took your daughter over to the kitchen door and looked out to the backyard, where Alicent and Criston were hugging and Aegon and his siblings were clapping.  Aegon caught sight of you and beckoned you over. 

Aegon hugged Criston, clapping him hard on the back before he wrapped his arms around his mother, kissing her cheek.  Aemond and Helaena congratulated both of them as well before Alicent saw you and flashed her new engagement ring.  “I’m so happy for you both!” you said, hugging her tightly while Aegon took your daughter.

Criston hugged you as well as Luke and Jace joined the group.  “So when are you two making it official?” he asked, looking from you to Aegon.

“Don’t look at me,” Aegon said, “I’ve asked her three times.  Isn’t that right, Vizzy?”  The baby babbled back at her father.  “She knows!”  He looked at you, the love he felt for you clear in his eyes.  

“I’d say we’re pretty damn official as we are,” you replied, smiling back at him.

* * * * * 

Back home, Vizzy was long asleep in her crib after a full day of playing with family, and Aegon reached over to grab the back of your head.  “I adore you, you know that?”  He kissed you slowly, and you sighed against him.  Almost four years together and you could barely remember your life before him.  

He traced the line of your jaw with his fingertips, laid you back on the bed.  “You’ve made my life complete,” he whispered, one hand reaching under your shirt.  

You did the same, pulling up his t-shirt until he reached back to grab it and yank it over his head.  His skin was hot against yours as you pulled him down with you.  “You two are everything to me,” you replied.  He was shoving down his pajama bottoms and as your need grew, you got rid of yours as well.  “I want you, all the time, Aegon.”

He began kissing your neck, that spot under your ear that he knew made you shiver, and you wrapped your legs around him.  You felt him reach between you and then he was sinking into you, the welcome weight of him pinning you to the bed.  He began rocking his hips against you, the need swirling inside you as he reached under your knee and pulled your thigh up higher, sinking even deeper into you.  “Fuck,” he moaned, letting his head sink into your hair.

You rolled your hips to match him, your breathing uneven as you felt him get even harder inside you.  You loved it when he lost himself inside you, when he was became incoherent with need for you, and your nails sank into his back as he began to thrust harder.  You were so close, your whimpers louder and louder until the orgasm hit you, the rolling wave of pleasure taking over until you felt him groaning into your hair and after a few more thrusts, you were both still, wrapped around each other.

* * * * * 

“Remember when we met and you thought I was a spoiled fuck boy?”

You smiled, warm and safe in the cocoon of his arms.  “Aegon, you were a spoiled fuck boy.”  You looked up and catch him smiling. 

“And then you brought me to your place, fucked me twice, and threw me out right after.”

It was your turn to smile.  “And yet here we are.”  You had fallen in lust with Aegon the moment you met him, and you’d realized what he was all about.  A rich boy who’d never had any boundaries.  

So you gave him some.

His mother liked to tell you that you’d turned the boy into a man but in your mind, the man had always been there.  He needed someone who believed in him and told him “no” once in a while.  

“I love you,” you whispered against his cheek, brushing his hair out of his eyes.  

“And I love you, my heart.”

He held you close, and you drifted off to sleep together, legs intertwined.

[nuzifanficwriter]

Chapter 1 - Namie 3097

I rub my eyes to see my father standing above me holding a party hat and a pack of candles. Oh yeah. 19 years and 9 months ago my parents got drunk and conceived me at a party. At least that’s what my Aunt V says. I mean I believe her because mom never denies it and dad….is really wholesome and never talks about it. It’s surprising he knocked up my mom twice. I guess it’s hard for any kid to imagine their parents making them, but it was hard for everyone to process my father doing that stuff. So despite my mom getting pregnant twice, I’m an only child. A rainbow baby. That’s why my name is Namie. It’s Japanese for miracle or little help. My dad wanted a cheesy name with a meaning and my mom loves anime. Some people think I’m cool, some call me a freak of nature. I’m like a cross breed if that term even works for robots. My mom, Uzi Doorman, is a worker drone. My dad, N Doorman, is a disassembly drone. My dad and his “sisters” don’t have last names, so he took my mom’s. The story on how they met is so long, someone should’ve made an 8 episode show on it. Everyone knows the story. It’s basically a whole lesson in our history classes, which makes it really easy for me to pass, but all eyes are on me. They also know my dad is a stay at home dad while my mom inherited the WDF from my grandfather. Robo-god, just introducing my family would take ages, and I only truly have 4 real relatives. Apparently my dad  must’ve been rambling when I tuned out because he’s still talking when I snap back to it; “-and your Aunt Tessa baked a wonderful cake and your mom helped make a playlist of that scenecore music you like!” “6arelyhuman and Ayesha Erotica?” I ask. “Yeppers!” my dad grins his stupid, child-like grin my mom fell in love with, “and I got the best gift ever! But we have to share it.” Dad winks and I already have the feeling he and mom built a robo-puppy but I keep it to myself. I tell him to leave so I can get dressed and he does. I grab my fishnet undershirt, later over a black tank top and my green and black checkered alien shirt. I pull up my rainbow and black striped skirt, my fishnet leggings, and I lace up my boots. I add my striped leg warmers and gloves. I wrap my choker around my neck and now I’m good to go! I walk out to the kitchen to see an arrangement of my friends and family…..and my parents making out in the corner. I thought parents were supposed to mellow out after having kids? “Ewww! Get a room!” I joke. Aunt V joins in; “I’ve been telling them that for 25 years!” “It’s disgusting,” chimes Aunt J. “I’m surprised mom and dad invited you,” I say. Aunt J flips her now singular ponytail, “They didn’t, I just showed up.” Dad takes mom off the counter and sets her on the floor; “Actually, your Aunt Tessa wanted her to come.” Aunt J rolls her eyes. She’s done nothing but bully my dad since they were kids. “Aunt Cyn couldn’t make it?” I ask. Everyone in the room grows these devious grins. Finally, dad responds, “she will, she’ll just be late.” “Ah, I see,” I say as I slink in my chair in front of the cake. They sing happy birthday and I blow out my candles. It’s time for my presents and Aunt Cyn bursts through the door. She silently apologizes as she sets my present on the stack. Ever since she got taken over by the solver, that became her voice, so when my mom healed everyone with the patch, she became mute. Her voice box was destroyed. I’ve never heard her speak. Now everyone’s deciding which present to open next. Aunt Cyn’s or Dad’s. We settle in Aunt Cyns, and it’s a pretty basic gift, but it’s what comes with it that makes it better than Dad’s. As she hands it to me, I hear, seemingly out of no where, “Here, open mine first!everyone cheers and I give her a big hug. “Aunt Cyn! Your voice!“ She laughs, “That’s why I was late!” After everyone calms down, I open Dad’s obvious gift of a robo-puppy. We’ll name him in a bit. I’m ready to party.

[reveseke]

Reader being a bot fighter and Hiro's friend.

PT. reader being a bit fighter and Juri's friend. PT end

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Platonic, Teen!enby!reader (they/he ) x Hiro!

Kinda put around the movie . Both of y'all are minors in this & these are simple maybe a bit rouge type platonic headcanons. These really no head or tail to them lol. Ftm friendly, my content is glided towards masc-aligned & men in general.

Cw .. mentions of bot fighting | mentions of death (Tadashi) | hinted mention of depression (Hiro) | the team is declared to adopt reader and bully them out of bot fighting lol/j { tell me if i missed any, please. }

DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs

Hiro would be impressed about bot fighter ! Reader's bots and skills. And in general that he's into bit fighting.

Sharing tips and tricks with each other on the topic of building, weapons and fighting. Both being pretty invested in the topic.

Most likely fought against him and got into talking after wards wishing each other a good day/night and luck for next fights.

Hiro would absolutely talk about R to Tadashi, easily talking the poor man's ears off on the topic of bot fighting.

Would invite them to the lab with him and Tadashi. Absolutely living for Gogo's invention.

Aunt Cass would not mind if R just plopped to the café to talk with Hiro, she would absolutely love the fact that his nephew has more friends. Will most likely become a mothering figure. Not inherently mother figure, but something alike.

Hiro will most likely see some similar things to his team's tech graved into R's bots.

R would be there for Hiro when Tadashi goes up in flames, absolutely. And other way around if there is ever something to it.

Sharing things in general, Hiro casually helping Reader with school and in turn Reader can and most likely will help Hiro with something.

Being introduced into the group and basically adopted into it. The others, other than Hiro, worried about R still bot fighting. Hiro kinda defending them and getting disapproving looks from the group lol.

↑ if R is in the same school he's going to be mushed with the topic of bot fighting from time to time and they try to distract him. If not, then there's really no more to do than bully him out of it lol.

Uhh R and Hiro either going to see some bot fights, bit fight in general or Hiro goes to bot fights to cheer R on lol.

[sketchedatrocities]

You.

I found your SU fan-animation episode "The Smothering" with a Mom-Swap AU.

I have several questions.

Is Jasper a fusion? If not, what's Amethyst's role? Is she still an overbaked runt or is she more powerful? Is Garnet still a fusion? If so, is this AU's Homeworld's treatment of fusions different than in canon? If Pearl takes Peridot's role, are Pearls more than just servants in the AU? Or is she a servant pearl like other pearls? What's the deal with the diamonds in general? Jasper and Peridot still seem to have the yellow diamond on their chests, does Steven have Yellow's Gem on his chest instead? Or is it still just Pink? Has Peri never been poofed and is that why she still has her limb enhancers? Was Bismuth (and her whole deal) still a thing? If so, does this mean that Amethyst (Or Garnet?) was the one stuck in the mirror? Was it just Sapphire given her future sight?

These are just a few of the questions I have, I don't want to overwhelm you.

Thank you for reading this if you have I am too curious and I would love answers please I'm beggin' ya. I am on my hands and knees here I am so. curious.

So the issue with what you're doing here is that you're trying to equate a one-to-one exchange between characters in the AU.

For example, there's no reason for Jasper to be a fusion.

So the basic idea was that Peri-Jasper-Lapis were Rose's friends in this version, or at least were the ones who ended up being alive (or unbubbled) and looking after Steven. The other component of this idea is that they'd be much worse at it. None of them being particularly good at getting along. I like to imagine they occasionally try and take each other out when away from home like when Peridot aimed her cannon at Jasper. They're a much more dysfunctional version of the normal gems.

So Pearl and Peridot didn't exchange roles in the story one-to-one. Potentially Rose didn't receive a new Pearl after cracking 'Volleyball' or felt too ashamed by this and bubbled her and claimed she didn't want a pearl. She did ditch Spinel forever on a secret island in space so it's not like that's unreasonable for her. If you want a cannon answer for this AU specifically, her new Pearl was delivered by her overprotective sisters and she never activated it. Partly due to shame and party out of loathing that they think she'd need an attendant. So Pearl (our Pearl) is in a box in Rose's room.

Instead, Rose found Peridot and broke stuff to have an excuse to talk to someone. She discovers Peridot has been hiding that she's a dud and cannot control metal but sees herself in the weaker gem. When she takes Peridot's hand instead of discarding her she wins her loyalty for life. Peri's Limb enhancers are things she created to feel more useful and prove she's not weak and useless. If you want another one-to-one exchange, imagine the reveal that she's got Limb enhancers replacing the reveal that Garent is a fusion. They're quite similar in regard to poofing a gem revealing their body isn't quite what you expected.

Lapis is just cheerful because in this AU she wasn't repeatedly imprisoned after many war crimes. I still use her theme of freedom, in that here she's enamoured with the idea that there's no hierarchy and revels in freedom. So she's the fun aunt type who would be fun for a weekend but god you wouldn't want to live with her. Rose met her shortly after she was imprisoned for a little accidental war crime she was ordered to do and set her free.

Jasper was just Jasper. But Rose revealed she was Pink Diamond and Jasper went to her side instead of trying to kill her unknowingly in a war for ages. Jasper already adored her and - after the idea is introduced that gems can choose who they want to be by Rose - Jasper attempts to mimic things Rose did because she liked Rose so much. Obviously, if you want to be a good gem mimic a diamond right? She attempts to mimic her compassion and respect without really getting it. Ironically she's the most like Homeworld, since she just obeyed her Diamond and is not trying to do what she thinks her Diamond wanted. Her journey would be actually understanding what Rose meant as opposed to just repeating it. (Fun gag: Since Rose loved Greg Jasper assumed Greg has immense value, and tries to sort of flirt with him because that's what Rose did. Greg figured out she's just mimicking Rose but it's still super uncomfortable and he's intimidated by her.) (If you want another one-to-one, Jasper gets the love confession from guy-who's-name-I-forgot and accepts. She shows off that she has a pet human like Rose and everyone is disgusted by this.)

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So Peridot wants to show she's smart and competent, believing she's Rose's extension and needs to look after her son. She's conflicted about considering herself inherently weak and needs to learn to accept she doesn't need limb enhancers. She doesn't like Lapis because she's never doing any jobs and was born super powerful. She doesn't like Japser because she thinks she's an idiot thug and also was born Perfect, unlike Peridot.

Jasper tries to enforce a more military-like command structure but neither of the other gems respects her or cares so they just butt heads a lot. (heh) Lapis hates orders and Peridot doesn't think Jasper has smart ideas. Jasper ends up feeling like she's nothing more than a violent murder machine and her function is to do harm. They also get wicked pissed at her when she tries to mimic how Rose would act.

Lapis hangs out and has fun. She sometimes breaks rules just because she can and causes some issues. Being a powerful water lord she needs to learn some restraint and control as well as the ability to work with the others.

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CHEATS - I left their design unaltered because I didn't want to use new designs. I should have used new designs, but I didn't. This is why there are yellow diamonds on the outfit. Assume they are incredibly uninterested in changing outfits. if I redid it they'd have unique outfits, or at least they'd have pink diamonds on their chests.

Bismuth, the Diamonds, and fusion are all the same.

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I think Amethyst would have been discarded and practised transforming so hard she could pretend to be strong and large long enough that she'd get away with it. That and only faking muscle right up until she needed it.

She'd blow a lot of hot air and then try and end fights asap until Jasper knocks her around.

Sapphire would be great for the mirror, a mirror that sees the future would be incredibly handy. She'd be uncatchable also and fulfil the role of someone who contacts homeworld. When she came back with Amethyst and some rubies armed with destabilisers one fused with her to save her. This crisis of faith caused them to flee while the other rubies were bubbled.

See it's about having similar outcomes with the same overall plot. Instead of events being the same with new faces, you exchange the trials a character goes through with the other. Amethyst and jasper are facing the same issues but the one we're rooting for is swapped, etc.

For Pearl, she'd have an episode where Steven discovers her and the gang use her like a slave. Steven is uncomfortable with this and tries to make Pearl think of herself as her own person. She ends up working at the car wash and has a nice time. Steven wanted her to be her own person but she's coded to obey him, so he leaves her with Greg, who's not directly her owner but a still in charge, which she can handle better since having no one in charge around causes her to panic or shut down. Greg pays her but she turns around and uses her income to buy things for the Carwash.

[floripire]

After losing Slater, Alice Adams, younger sister of Deputy Adams, continued her quest of being turned into a vampire. At an unspecified point in time, she runs into Marty Hammond and has a one night stand with him before he takes off in his truck again. Nine months later, she sticks around long enough to name her daughter Beula Hammond (M/allory B/echtel) and leaves her in the permanent care of Sophia Alpert.

Beula is a human cheerleader and runs in the same group as the late Dana Lilien, Sasha Stoteraux, Jill Freeman and Sophia's granddaughter Jayneela. And after Dana's unfortunate passing, she's gunning to become the new queen bee. Though she had a brief moment with Kaleb in which he fed from her, compelled her to forget and cover up her neck wounds with a scarf, the fact of the matter remains that she is currently still unaware of the world of the supernatural and thinks that the Salvatore Boarding School is just that: a fancy boarding school for fucked up rich kids.

Jill Freeman (Z/aria S/imone) is a human cheerleader, the half-sister of Dennis and the daughter of the late Dianne Freeman, former head of security at Whitmore College and a member of the secret society Augustine. Both of her children were unaware of their mother's involvement with Augustine and they are still unaware to this day.

She'd never say it aloud but Jill feels herself going through the motions and subtly pulling away from Beula and the rest of the group and she doesn't quite know what to do with that or with herself.

Cheryl Ares (M/aia R/eficco) is a human cheerleader, former track star and student at Mystic Falls High. She is also Penelope "Penny" Ares' relative. Penny's death on the 8th of February 2015 fractured the entire Ares family. While most wouldn't fault her for blaming Penny's fiance, Cheryl has never once blamed Matt for Penny's death and tries her best to keep an ear to the ground in regards to what he's up to. After graduation, Cheryl wants to go pro in regards to cheerleading.

Jayneela Alpert (C/handler K/inney) is the very human granddaughter of Sophia Alpert and the younger sister of Tyrone Alpert. A star student, she's not really into the whole popularity contest thing but seeing as Beula lives with her, Jayneela is kind of dragged into the madness anyway. She used to cheer but she quit in favor of doing her own thing. Jayneela wants to become a doctor like her grandmother.

Cecil Barnes (J/ordan G/onzalez) never really fit in with the aforementioned people, despite knowing them all for years now. That's okay, though. He's much more comfortable with the way things are right now: he's branded a nerd and all of the girls (and most of the jocks) are highly allergic to those, so he's left alone more often than not. Dangerously smart and funny when you get to know him, Cecil spends most of his free time avoiding making connections. Well, he spends most of his free time avoiding making connections in real life. Online, he's quite popular. Cecil spends his time in the Mystic Falls High computer lab, gaming and making little stop motion videos. And if he's not at school, you can find him at More Games, the one and only game store in town. And if he's not there, he's at home watching horror movies.

Originally hailing from Finn Creek (near Chance Harbor), Cecil's single father Wade packed up their things and moved them to Mystic Falls after the death of his sister because Finn Creak as well as Chance Harbor held too many memories.

Though he's not aware of the full story, Cecil was close to his aunt Heather and he's clever enough to know that whatever happened to her wasn't just an accident at the Boatyard and one of these days, he's going to figure out what happened. Getting in touch with Zachary Larson is a good place to start.

One of his fondest memories is showing his dad, as well as aunt Heather all of his creations, despite her comatose state, in the hopes of somehow getting her back.

After he came out as trans to his dad (and aunt) - he named himself after her. It's one of the few times he'd seen his dad cry happy tears.

Cecil doesn't know what to think about the Salvatore Boarding School and it's, let's be honest, weird as fuck residents but he does have a noticable crush on Floribeth (who he calls 'Beth' because he needs something to differentiate himself from everybody else) - which she, ironically, has no idea about at all - and holds out the hope that she'll get chosen for one of those Mystic Falls High slash Salvatore School swaps so he can show her around.

(You know, those days during which both groups "walk a mile in each other's shoes". One group of students from Mystic Falls High spends a day at the boarding school and vice versa.)

psd, template, credit.

[webslingingslasher]

J, one of my best friends cheers to surviving teen pregnancy but not surviving it a year past 20 😁😁

My aunt era is here 🥳

aw!!! you're gonna be the BEST auntie!

[plum-taffy]

Welp, since I've seen the FNAF movie I can now return to being chronically online!! My movie thoughts, below: (spoilers btw)

-No puppet :( Seeing how it's my favorite character (and that I went as Charlie) I was a bit disappointed to have not seen her, but hey, maybe next movie

-MATPAT CAMEO I had a feeling he was gonna be in it, but to actually see it was amazing!! The entire theater cheered when he came on

-Max is my wife and I love her. The shadow Freddy and bonnie head canon for her and Hank have already been solidified in my mind

-It was so cool seeing an Ella animatronic!! But that makes me wonder, will there be a Charlie-bot kind of situation? And also Sparky ^^

-Love how Aunt Jane dies, or at the very least is implied to be heavily injured, and is never brought up again. Considering a crack fic idea for that...

-"The pay is not great but the hours are worst." My favorite line

-Mike is so sassy lmao

-Loved the 10 minute makeout scene between Mike and William /j

-Vanessa being Afton's daughter was a huge shock but no complaints. I like the idea, especially since it basically confirms she was an unwilling participant in his plans like I originally thought

-Also I still think Mike is an Afton. Why do they keep hiding his last name?? Same for Abby. If they were really going the route that they weren't related why not just show their last name??

-However, a part of me thinks they might be Emily's family parallels. Mike's dad took his own life, similar to Henry, and I have a very strong feeling Garret is the puppet. The way he is associated with a car, kind of like Charlie was in the fnaf 2 mini-game. Also, he has to be SOME animatronic. It would be odd if Afton killed him and Garret's soul didn't do the usual soul possessing thing.

-Doug sweep

-I love the fort scene. It's adorable

-The stupid balloon boy thing got me every single time.

-The FNAF song and grandfather clock at the end ^^

-The come find me. WHO IS SAYING THAT

A 9 out of 10 in my book. Is it the greatest movie? No, but I wasn't looking for it to be. It's a super fun, entertaining movie that I will definitely be re-watching again.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Celebrations of the second anniversary of the Provincial Workmen’s Association [PWA], held on 2 September 1882 and detailed in the Trades Journal, signalled a new public presence for the miners in Cape Breton County. Union loyalties that had been forced underground in earlier decades were now openly and widely vaunted, and they were powerfully shaped by Highland cultural forms and symbols. At Cow Bay, members of Eastern and Banner Lodges assembled and marched in procession to welcome lodges from Little Glace Bay (Keystone) and Big Glace Bay (Wilson). “So enrapturing was Scotland’s favorite melody to whose note they marched, that the countryman is excusable who mistook them for a rising clan who had substituted the uniform blue for the Tartan.” Joining with the Glace Bay lodges about a mile outside the village, the members of the four lodges proceeded together through the Gowrie Mines and the Block House Mines before assembling on the picnic ground

At Caledonia Mines, 100 members of Equity Lodge gathered and “formed into a procession and marched gaily from thence to the invigorating strains of [a] highland pibroch,” through the “manager’s beautiful park, then to Bridgeport.” Here, the procession was joined by members of Island Lodge as well as the Reserve Mines lodge (Unity). The enlarged procession of about 450, clothed in PWA regalia, carried on through the Lorway Mines before arriving at Reserve, where several platforms had been erected in an open field. On these, the men with their “wives, sweethearts, cousins and aunts … danced to the best music the Island of C.B. could furnish.” At 12:30, the group moved to a hall where “the tables groaned under a bountiful supply of the good things of this life”; later, the manager, D. J. Kennelly, paid a visit and was “well pleased with the deportment of ‘his boys.’” Members of Equity Lodge departed afterward in order to attend a “grand ball” at Little Glace Bay that lasted until 9 p.m.

Exactly three weeks later, Drummond Lodge celebrated its first anniversary at Sydney Mines and North Sydney. A procession of 250 members of Drummond Lodge, along with members of some of the other lodges, was gathered. A correspondent reported the scene:

the order of the march was two deep. First came four pioneers followed by the ‘drum and fife’ corps, next our country’s flag, the Union Jack, next officers of lodge, next a body of at least 100 Brothers, next and near to centre, our banner borne by four bros. with the words ‘Drummond Lodge No. 8 of P.W.A.[’] on one side, and Unity, Equity, and Progress, on the other side. Close by marched two of our native pipers, who well performed their part, followed by the remainder of procession in the midst of whom were two more of our native ‘sons of heather’ with their bag pipes.

The procession moved to Albert Corbett’s storefront, where “three deafening cheers” were given to the sympathetic merchant before the group continued on to North Sydney. Here, the streets were crowded with spectators. W. H. Moore & Co., supporters of the miners in the 1876 strike, had set up a line of flags for the occasion, one of which was stamped “success to the P.W.A.” Three cheers were made for this mercantile enterprise. !e group then returned to Sydney Mines to gather at the Temperance Hall, where three platforms were set up for dancers “young and old,” “treading time to the rich violin music of Messrs. T. Ling and J. Nicholson, and to the music of the pipers.”

The place of the fiddle, pipes, and step dancing at these gatherings revealed ways in which Highland cultural traditions became integrated into the common culture of the coal country. Support from local merchants and sympathetic mine managers, as well as associations with British loyalism, confirmed the sense of a stable and powerful PWA presence. And the processions through the coal villages carried considerable symbolic importance as a claim upon public space. !is was the environment that sustained the Lingan strike. The Glace Bay Mining Company had agreed to take on workmen from Lingan as Drummond operated, in effect, as adviser to the company; the Cape Breton PWA lodges contributed to a fund to support the strikers; and William McDonald accommodated the Glace Bay Mining Company and the prevailing feeling on the ground. The miners and the PWA commanded considerable local strength."

- Don Nerbas, “‘Lawless Coal Miners’ and the Lingan Strike of 1882–1883: Remaking Political Order on Cape Breton’s Sydney Coalfield,” Labour/Le Travail 92 (Fall 2023), 107-109.