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rosietrace · 9 months ago

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Hi Rosie! Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ve come here to request 🍪 with Porter and Molly! hope it’s alright to request this even if she isn’t released yet

Hi Ellis!! Since Molly's already out by the time this request is complete... 😈 I'm gonna be really silly

Warmth and Nostalgia

(Central) Characters Featured: Porter Pierce, Molly Primrose

↳ { Molly belongs to @/starry-night-rose }

Others mentioned/featured: Riddle Rosehearts

Pairing: Porter Pierce & Molly Primrose

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: Requested Oneshot! 「 🍪 — Baking cookies with my muse 」

Synopsis: Porter seeks comfort with Molly, and suggests making cookies… In the middle of the night.

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, Porter /j, lots of fluff dw there isn't any angst (except for Porter /hj), Molly being oblivious to Porter being PAINFULLY obvious

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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“Molly… Sunshine, rise and shine..”

Porter whispered softly, sitting at the edge of Molly's bed, his eyes softening at the sight of how truly relaxed she looked.

She had a bad day, Porter reminded himself. so it feels a little wrong to do this, but… If it makes her feel better in the end, that's what matters.

As he reminded himself before, Porter believed that what he was doing was… A little wrong. If not very creepy.

Sneaking into someone's bedroom — especially your crush/not-really-your-girlfriend-yet — doesn't usually end well.

Molly stirred, turning to the side, her back facing Porter. “Just five more minutes…”

How adorable. Porter chuckled, placing his hand on her shoulder and carefully. “‘Can't do that, Sunshine. C'mon, you gotta wake up-”

Molly groaned. She then laid on her back, eyes inevitably fluttering open, and saw a silhouette.

At first, she thought it was an intruder. And she wasn't far off! But after realizing who that intruder was, all Molly could do was sit up against the headboard of her bed and scowl.

“Porter,” Molly had an unusual morning voice, the man in question believed. “What are you doing here?.. It's…”

She turned her attention to the clock in her room. “... The middle of the night. ‘s the middle of the night, you shouldn't be here..”

“Sorry Sunshine,” Porter gently patted Molly's cheek, admiring her freckles for a moment before continuing. “Just wanted to spend time with you, that's all.”

Rubbing her eyes and feeling herself become even more awake. “Why me?” She asked him skeptically. It wasn't like they did this all the time.

Porter shrugged, feeling unbothered in giving Molly any explanation on why he chose her, specifically. It wasn't like she needed to know she was his crush.

Gently ruffling her hair, Porter gave Molly a winning smile; One that she grew potent to after hanging out with him a couple dozen times.

“Well?” Molly stood up from her bed, walked to her nightstand to fix her hair, and put on her signature navy blue bow.

Porter chortled. “Well, Sunshine, I wanted to bake cookies.”

“At this hour?”

“At this hour, yes.”

“Housewarden Rosehearts is going to kill you if he finds us in the Kitchen at this hour,” it was barely even an hour since she woke up, and Molly already felt exasperated.

“Not to mention, he's going to scold me, too.”

While she wasn't exactly wrong, Porter looked at the ceiling to avoid rolling his eyes at what Molly had told him.

“Come on, Sunshine, it won't be that bad,” Porter insisted, standing up with a hand on his hip.

Molly gave him a look with a message that said: Are you as sure as you seem to be?

He sighed. Convincing Molly to do stuff with him usually took some persuasion, but it wasn't anything Porter wasn't already used to, by now.

This is gonna take a while.

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Somehow?... Porter convinced Molly. But given how he woke her up at 12 in the morning, she felt grouchy enough to just drag him down the meticulous stairs.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught,” Molly hissed as she pulled Porter into the kitchen.

Once her grip on his wrist had loosened, Porter took a step back and leaned against the kitchen counter. “That's justified, I guess.”

“We'll just have to be quiet.”

Molly hummed in reply, her back facing Porter once more as she prepped the ingredients to bake the cookies.

His eyebrows raised a little upon witnessing how fast Molly was at preparing everything. Even more so when he suggested help and she just refused, continuing to bake the dough like her life depended on it.

It concerned him, a little. More than a little, if he was feeling honest.

“You sure you're okay doing that on your own, sweetheart?”

“Positive. You can help once I'm done with this.”

Molly's grip on the whisk had tightened, and she shook her head. Desperate in trying to ignore the effect Porter's little ‘nicknames’ had on her.

“This is so…” Molly scrambled through her mind trying to find the right word to describe her situation. “Uncouth.”

Porter couldn't fight back a snort. “Uncouth? Really?”

“Yes,” Molly harrumphed, taking out a package of chocolate chips from the refrigerator.

Porter's eyes gleamed. Unfortunately for him, Molly swatted his hand away when he tried to eat a few.

“Rude much, Sunshine?”

Molly rolled her eyes, this time around. “It's not rude. But I'm not here to waste time, I'm here to do this as quickly as possible so we don't. Get. Caught.”

“It's gonna be fine, trust me on this,” Porter blew out a soft breath.

It's hard to trust you, really, Molly replied. But her words went unsaid.

From time to time, Molly always figured she shouldn't trust Porter too much. She'd heard rumor after rumor, and even when he proved those naysayers wrong, she couldn't help but find apprehension and reluctance every time they hung out.

… And it didn't entirely feel like a bad thing.

And Molly didn't understand why that was the case for them. Why? Why trust him as much as you do when all that happens in the end is trouble?

Molly Primrose couldn't find enough semblance in herself to answer that question.

Porter finally had a chance to help her out. And he did so by sprinkling chocolate chips into the dough. Molly stiffened at their current proximity, keeping still as Porter sprinkled the chocolate chips, his body close to being pressed against her own.

Her expression, her stiffness, the way she stared so intently at nothing. It continued even after they put the cookies in the oven.

He looked over to the shorter girl, wondering if she was okay. Because from the look of her expression, it didn't look like she was.

“Molly?” For once, Porter didn't call her by some silly nickname.

“Uh- Huh-?”

“Molly, are… You okay?”

His voice. So unusually soft when it was always so… Vigorous. Perhaps that wasn't the perfect description for it.

Porter's lips pursed, biting his inner cheek. “I'm… I'm sorry.”

Molly blinked, having to do a complete double-take. “Eh-? Wait, what?”

“I'm sorry.”

“For… For what?”

He would've figured the answer was obvious, by now. Regardless, he answered.

“For forcing you to put up with me,” Porter's voice went uncharacteristically soft. Almost sheepish.

Molly was taken aback. “Forcing me…?”

“I know, I know,” Porter sighed. “I'm obnoxious.”

“Porter—”

“— And annoying—”

“Porter—”

“And just plain troublesome-”

“Porter.”

Molly might've been shorter than Porter was, but that didn't seem to stop her from bringing his face close to hers and cradling it in her hands.

“Porter Pierce,” Molly leaned her forehead against his, closing her eyes. A fortunate decision in Porter's eyes, so that she wouldn't notice his flushed face.

“Don't say things like that,” she urged. “While that may be true sometimes- It hurts to hear that from your lips.”

“It hurts to know that that's what you feel about yourself.”

…. He didn't think that about himself. Really, all Porter was doing was expressing what he thought Molly felt.

But it wasn't? How odd.

But that was something for another time. A discussion left for a later morning. One that Porter will probably forget about now that he and Molly are leaning their foreheads against each other.

“... Okay.”

All was what he said. No other words needed.

He pulled away, but not for long. It surprised Molly when Porter wrapped his arms around her for a long-lasting hug.

But she dared not complain. Her now rose-dusted cheeks were hidden as she returned his embrace with a small yet soft smile.

Porter had no manners. He was rude, petty. All that she should've been irritated by.

And yet all that irritation seemed to fade away at the reminder — one that she experienced every day — that he was always there in even her darkest moments.

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annaizscribbling · 2 years ago

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can i ask for some house chaos with cal and her friends? for some reason i am terrified of the idea of letting this woman play in family game nights.

+ i would love to know more about athena, she seems cool :0

Absolutely. I am going to talk so much again. I cannot be stopped. This guys live in my brain

Calypso loves to sneak up when the actual house residents are neither expecting her, nor wanting company. Coming home after an awkward date? Calypso slides down the chimney, already knowing too much. Trying to go take a shower? She's sitting fully clothed in the tub, looking at you like you're the weird one here. Looking for your phone? She's on your bed looking through it. Girly will sneak through the window with a machete that she simply had on her 'for no real reason'

At this point, Ellie, Athena, Luna, and Bree barely give her a second glance after being startled.

Bree doesn't appreciate Calypso judging what dress she's planning to wear out, but she can begrudgingly admit that Cal is right, the black pumps do look better than the white, but unlike Calypso, she's not very concerned about how easy it is so hide a knife in it. She later finds a small dagger in her purse.

Athena is trying to do her laundry, but Calypso won't get off the basket of ready to be folded clothes, instead lamenting about a morning star she dropped off the side of a building that morning. Athena glares until Calypso gives a very particular grin, that means she knows exactly how much of a nuisance she is, and is enjoying it.

Ellie likes bringing Calypso into her baking, instead of just letting her silently crouch on the counter beside her. She even found a very pretty floral apron, just for when she visited. Calypso is good at baking, she's exact and makes pleasant flavor combinations, she just won't stop talking about possible ways of sneaking poison into the muffins, cookies, or bread. 'this much vanilla could cover the taste of so many things' she'll say. 'The color of blueberries are strong enough to disguise this and that, the powdered sugar could hide it too.' 'The melted chocolate could house a pill long enough to be bitten into. I did that once or twice.' Ellie is just grateful that very few stories sound recent. Mostly.

Game nights are risky around Calypso. Sometimes she hangs back and watches, like a dignified cat who has no interest in the activity, but will gladly judge. She makes odd comments and snickers at bad moves, until Bree is too thrown off to win. When she does play, multiple games are off the table. Poker (she always cheats), liars dice (she always knows), clue (she knows way too much on the topic and also always knows), and twister (she'll kick her knee at just the right moment to topple you) are not options, as well as Uno, though not because of her skill, but because Luna becomes twice as violent when Calypso starts winning, and if she calls Calypso Ed Sheeran again, Calypso just might give the room a demonstration in flipping a person over one's shoulder.

They once found a bagged finger in their fridge once, when Calypso was over. She was lounging on the couch when Athena walked in, sat beside her, and asked why on earth they were being framed for murder now. Calypso rolled her eyes and turned the TV on. The news channel about a missing person rolling. Athena just stood with her hands on her hips, Calypso sighed and explained that Daniel had expressed concern about the missing person, friend of a friend or something, so Calypso was looking into it, and that was not the person's finger, but a possible suspect, and she needed the prints. Athena just took a nap after that.

One time Luna found Calypso in their kitchen, late at night, with a full cup of coffee and every single red paint they had. She was thoroughly coating her free hand in it. A camera was set up beside her. Luna just grabbed a tub of ice cream, stole the cup of coffee, and left without any questions.

Bree was about to scream in frustration, but held her tongue. Not her face though, she was the picture of unhinged fury. Calypso was sitting on the very top of their tallest bookshelf. She was sharpening a knife. Bree was holding a broom, and attempting to get her down and out of their before her date came to pick her up. Calypso seemed amused.

Those are just a few Calypso visits, though hardly the most off putting or unexpected, those were just every day life, when a Calypso decided she liked you.

AND NOW I TALK ABOUT ATHENA

I won't give her complete background (yet) and instead just describe her because this ask answer is already entirely too long haha, sorry bout that

Athena is a decently successful author in her mid twenties, so a year or two younger than the rest. Luna is her closest and oldest friend, introduced as toddlers and inseparable ever since.

She's quite smart, and loves books in all shapes and forms, from the wildest fantasy to the most detailed anatomy textbook, she loves it all. She's incredibly introverted, easily losing herself to a project or book for days at a time, accidentally disappearing to the world. She's strategic, observant, blessed with a good memory and incredibly driven. No obstacle can stop her from completing a goal or task required of her (even to her own detriment at times) she's usually the mom friend, ready to take charge and fix everything and look after everyone, though not without complaining and insulting everyone as she does so. She has a dry wit and no lack of quick comebacks and will happily cut at your ego while leaving you stunned with three words you've never heard before, but now know from the context.

She's pretty closed off emotionally, byproduct of an isolated childhood and achievement oriented parents. She experiences her own emotions vividly, but acknowledging and expressing is not easy for her to manage, instead coming across as cold and uninterested most of the time. She does truly care, to an absurd degree she cares, but learning that can be hard for most.

She's not very childish, secretly easily flustered, and enjoys being right while panicking under too much attention. She can be obsessive, details, checklists, first impressions, any unusual behave, and things going wrong constantly go through her head, making her both prepared and unsurprised by most things, in what is probably some very strong anxiety under her cool surface. Though she probably does not realize how much it wears on her.

She's easily facinated, in such a purely curious state. She loves studying stars, observing machines, learning how chemicals react, how planes fly, how people work, how nutrition affects mood, psychology, and so much more. She adores learning. She's good at explaining and loves having extensive information on anything she comes across.

She's a true friend, a steady presence, and a competent worker who will put everything she has into everything she does. This includes any person she deems a friend.

All my OCs are color coded, hers is a dark emerald green. She dresses greens, blacks, browns, and grays, in a mixture of business casual, dark academia, and almost fashionable professional if that was a genre. With a touch of vintage, and space.

#athenakimm #Calypsokimm #oc #anais rambles

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justlookfrightened · 4 years ago

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If you're still taking them... would you mind doing random 8?

Prompt is from this list. Random 8: “Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!”

“So you’re okay with it?” Bitty asked.

Jack stood up after rummaging in the fridge and coming up with a protein drink.

“Sure,” he said. “If you are. They’re your family.”

Bitty snorted.

“My relatives, sure,” Bitty said. “But it means they’ll be here when you get back from your first roadie this season. You’re you wouldn’t rather have your home to yourself?”

“Your home, too,” Jack said. “And you’ll be here, right? So as long you don’t mind, why not?”

“Why would I mind?”

“Just … do you like these cousins?” Jack asked. “I mean, you don’t think they’re just using you?”

“Using me? You mean besides asking to stay here? How?”

“You know,” Jack said. “For your connections, money …”

“Jack, I hate to break this to you now, but I don’t have any money,” Bitty said. “It’s like the Samwell financial aid office knew how much money I had -- to the penny -- and made sure they got every last cent of it. I am bringing no money into this household.”

Jack shrugged.

“What’s mine is yours,” he said. “So yes, you have money. And you are a big name at every college in New England, even the ones that aren’t into hockey, because of --”

“The first out captain thing?”

“I was going to say winning the Frozen Four,” Jack said. “But probably both.”

“Anyway, no, the girls have always been fine,” Bitty said. “I mean, they’re five years younger so I don’t know them that well. They were 13 when I went to Samwell. I guess I’m more surprised that Aunt Connie and Uncle Bubba would let them stay with us since we’re living in sin.”

“Uncle Bubba?” Jack asked. “Never mind. They’re both looking at colleges in Boston?”

“Yeah,” Bitty said. “They’re twins, and they’ve always been in the same school. A lot of the time the same classes, because they’re both smart. So they decided they wanted to go to different colleges but try to be in the same city.”

“And Boston has plenty of options,” Jack said.

“Yup,” Bitty said. “I mean, Atlanta has options too, but if they want to get out of Georgia, good for them.”

By the time Jack left on his roadie, Bitty was glad to have his cousins’ visit to prepare for. He made sure the linens in the guest bedroom and bathroom were fresh, he bought flowers (at the supermarket, but still), laid in a supply of Coca-Cola, and and baked cookies before they arrived.

That helped take his mind off Jack being gone for three nights … which was fine, really. Last season, they almost never got to spend three nights in a row together at all. Bitty had been spoiled by spending the whole summer with Jack, and now he had to get used to having Jack gone almost as much as he was home. Maybe Bitty would spend a lot of time at the Haus 2.0.

But for now, he had Missy and Ellie coming for two nights and four college tours. Northeastern, Tufts, Boston University and Boston College. It was going to be exhausting, but at least Bitty knew his way around and was used to driving in Boston. Although it might make more sense to do the city ones on the T, and more fun for the girls.

They arrived at Logan decked out in jeans and hoodies, with jackets over their arms, despite beautiful October weather. Bitty clucked to himself, but remembered how cold sixty degrees felt his first year in Massachusetts.

“What do y’all want to do besides visit the schools?” Bitty said. “Although I think that will take most of our time. And you know I live like an hour away from here, right?”

“We know, Di -- Eric,” Missy said. “Sorry. Aunt Suzanne said no one here calls you Dicky. I figured you might not like it anymore.”

“Anymore?” Ellie snorted. “Did he ever?”

“It’s fine,” Eric said. “I guess if I had my choice, you could call me Eric. Or Bitty. That’s what most people here call me.”

“You don’t mind that?” Missy asked.

“No,” Bitty said. “It was what my team called me, and what Jack’s whole team calls me.”

“Speaking of,” Ellie said. “Any chance we’ll meet any hockey players?”

“Not Falconers,” Bitty said. “They’re on the road this week. Jack’ll be back very early Saturday, but of course you’ve met him.”

He led the way to the car and headed for a public lot halfway between Northeastern and Boston University.

“Is the traffic always like this?” Missy asked.

“What do you mean?” Bitty said. “It’s not as bad as Atlanta.”

“Maybe not as many cars,” Ellie said. “But they go every which way.”

After an introductory talk and a tour, Bitty took them to Amelia’s for Mexican food for lunch before repeating the routine at BU. Bitty found himself wondering what it would have been like to go to school in the middle of the city instead of in a college town like Samwell. Until now, all he’d seen of the campuses were their ice rinks.

He made them dinner at home, and enjoyed the cooking and washing up and listening to the girls chatter and gossip. It also gave him time to make a couple of pies for the following night.

The next day started with Tufts and ended at Boston College. Dinner was actually at Haus 2.0, where Ransom, Holster, Lardo and Shitty regaled Missy and Ellie with tales of Bitty’s misadventures as a frog.

“Pies just appear?” Missy said. “I know that feeling, around you and Aunt Suzanne. Somehow the baking bug missed Mom.”

“If you guys end up here, I’m sure Bits will deliver,” Holster said. “Having him around was half the reason we decided to stay in Boston. Another beer, Rans?”

Bitty, of course, was not drinking, since he was not only chaperoning his cousins but also driving. This would make three each for Ransom and Holster, which was … probably not good for their long-term health if they were doing it every day, but also not enough to get either of them drunk. Lardo had a beer with dinner, and Shitty disappeared onto the balcony and came back smelling of marihuana.

“Eric?” Ellie asked when they got in the car. “Did your friend go outside to smoke weed?”

“Uh … yes,” Bitty said. “Which is legal here, if you buy it from a dispensary and are over 21. Just so you know, it’ll still get you in trouble if not expelled from college.”

“No duh,” Missy said. “It’s not like we’ve never been around anyone who smoked weed before. I just didn’t expect you to hang around with potheads.”

“Shitty a pothead?” Bitty was indignant. Shitty did smoke pretty regularly, but he also was pulling top marks at Harvard Law, and Bitty rarely saw him too stoned to function responsibly. “I don’t think I’d use that word. He’s one of the smartest people I know, and if that’s how he relaxes, I’m not going to judge him.”

“Did you ever smoke weed?” Missy asked.

“I’m not gonna answer that,” Bitty said.

“Pretty sure that is an answer,” Missy said.

“But don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone,” Ellie said. “What’s the deal with Ransom and Holster? Are they together? I couldn’t tell. Or are they available?”

“Not to you,” Bitty said. “You’re seventeen. They’re grown adults.”

“But they’re not together?” Missy persisted.

Bitty shrugged.

“I suppose it means what you mean by together,” he said. “They lived together the whole time I new them, got jobs together and moved in together after college, so I’d say their relationship is primary to both of them. But they also both date. One of the things I learned in college is that nothing is as black-and-white as lots of people seem to think. But those are lessons you’ll learn with people your own age.”

The girls fell quiet, and Bitty wondered if he’d been too harsh.

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s not for me to tell you what to do when you get to college. But for now, I have to keep an eye out for you. And if you want a long lecture on power dynamics in relationships, I can set something up with Shitty.”

By the time Bitty went to bed that night, he was glad his cousins came, and even happier that he would be taking them back to the airport to head home tomorrow. It might be nice if they ended up in Bostpn for school, but if that happened, they’d be busy with their own friends and lives, and he could just drop in with pie and sympathy from time to time. Teenagers were exhausting.

Bitty woke up when Jack came in, probably somewhere around 3 a.m., and promptly followed Jack’s instructions to go back to sleep. He slept better than he had since Jack left, cocooned in the warm bed with his warmer fiance.

He didn’t even wake up when Jack, who by rights should be more exhausted than he was, got up in the morning. Or at least it appeared that way, when he rolled over to snuggle into Jack’s said and found only cool sheets.

It was clearly full daylight, so Bitty checked his phone. It was only 8:30, but probably time to get up if he was going to get the girls to the airport in time for their 12:30 flight. There should still be time for pancakes if he could get them up soon.

He washed up and headed for the kitchen, drawn by the sound of giggles, a little surprised that they were already up.

He almost couldn’t believe the sight that met his eyes: Ellie and Missy, attempting to cook (French toast, maybe?) in his kitchen, but overcome with laughter as Jack, clearly just returned from a run, tried to figure out who was who. He wasn’t helped by the way they kept switching names on him just to make it worse.

Bitty stepped into the kitchen and removed the smoking, empty skillet from the burner.

“Ellie,” he said, pointing, “and Missy, didn’t your mother tell you not to leave a pan on a hot burner unattended?”

“We’re right here,” Ellie said.

“And yet the pan was smoking,” Bitty said. “You also should ask before cooking in someone else’s kitchen.”

“We just wanted to make breakfast to thank you for letting us stay,” Missy said. “Mom said we should.”

“She said you should start cooking in my kitchen without asking?” Bitty asked, because Aunt Connie set the standard for possessiveness over her kitchen. Which, come to think of it, might be why Ellie and Missy didn’t have any kitchen sense.

“She just said we should do something,” Missy said.

“Well, I’ll consider myself thanked, and you two can go pack your things,” Bitty said. “Breakfast in twenty minutes.”

“Are you sure we can’t stay and help?” Ellie said. “We’re mostly packed.”

“Maybe you could teach us,” Missy said.

It was her eyes straying away to Jack that gave her away.

“If you want,” Bitty said sweetly. “Jack can help, too.”

“Me?” said Jack, putting his water glassin the sink. “What do you need, bud?”

“Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?” Bitty asked. “You know, for kitchen safety and all that.”

#omgcheckplease #omg check please #zimbits #my fic #prompt fill

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Down with the Recipe, Bake from the Heart, 1/10 (Multi) - Juno

Summary: This year’s Great British Bake Off will see some baking for sure, but also a few surprises. Tayce goes into the Bake Off tent determined to bring the winning cake stand to Wales, along with a few Star Baker badges, but her attention may not be on baking for too long as she gets to know fellow baker Aurora, on the same row as her. And judging by the other contestants, Tayce might not be the only one focusing on something other than baking this season.

A/N: This is a DRUK2 group based on GBBO - there are a few ships! It’s also on AO3 with 12 chapters but I will post here with 10 for ease as the first two and last two will are being done together. No CWs for this chapter! I hope you enjoy.

PROLOGUE - October 2021

It had been Cheryl who had suggested a live react to the grand finale of this season of Bake Off, so the twelve finalists could all gather together, watch the finale, and then the winner’s reaction could be captured on film and put on the internet for the whole world to see. Cheryl hadn’t even been in the cast - she’d been on the previous season - but she said she’d become invested in the season and the bakers so much so that she hadn’t wanted to let them go yet.

And judging by the public’s reaction to her tweet about it, she wasn’t alone.

Pip had mentioned in their group chat that her sister had a big town house in the Wirral, and she’d offered to let them all use it as a base for their live watch. Channel 4 didn’t have anything purpose-built for them, and the filming location wasn’t available, so they’d all jumped at the chance. Plus, Liverpool served as a good mid-point for them all - it saved Joe having to go all the way to Dundee or Ellie having to go to Brighton.

Aurora had marvelled at the amount of space there was once they’d all arrived the previous day. The living room and dining area were one, with a dining table probably big enough to fit a couple of football teams at it; and the kitchen led into the room with an arched doorway. The kitchen itself was enormous too, in highly polished white surfaces that Aurora was terrified to touch with her probably-impure fingers

“Bit posh, isn’t it!” She’d muttered to Tayce.

Pip’s sister and her husband were staying away, and they had the place all to themselves - the twelve of them reunited, with just Blu and Cheryl for company, operating a handheld camera with the intention of sending the finale footage for Channel 4.

As three endings had been recorded back in June, with each of the finalists winning one of the takes, the actual winner’s reveal would be a surprise to all of them, including the three finalists, and ensure no slip ups from the production team.

That didn’t stop all twelve of them worrying. None of them had slept a wink, all of them keeping an eye on Prue’s twitter to make sure she hadn’t accidentally tweeted the winner again. But mostly they’d been together, reminiscing on some of the moments from the season that had made them laugh. All the funny moments, all the tense moments, and one or two viral moments loaded with innuendo.

Not to mention everything else that had blossomed in tandem with nature that springtime.

It had been quite a season. They’d started out as strangers, and now they were so tightly-knit that they hadn’t even entertained the thought that they would possibly be watching the finale without all of them in the same space.

Aurora swilled the glass of champagne that Joe had insisted on pouring for everyone, and watched all of the people she’d grown close to on the season, a peaceful atmosphere in the room as they waited for the finale to start.

Well, not all of them were peaceful. Lawrence and Ellie were being their usual loud selves, jousting with wooden spoons and shrieking as loudly as they ever did - but Bimini was utterly still for the first time since Aurora had met them, laid against Asttina’s chest as they both reclined on one of the sofas, while Asttina raked her fingers through their mullet; and Bimini’s eyes were closed, their lips in a sleepy smile.

Aurora felt familiar hands creep around her waist, a familiar chin rest on her shoulder from behind, and familiar lips at her cheek.

“I can’t believe it’s coming to an end now,” Aurora murmured, her thoughts escaping her unfiltered, as they sometimes did with Tayce at this close range.

“Well, it was never gonna be forever,” Tayce said into her ear. “But we’re all gonna be friends after this, aren’t we! The wonders of technology! Come into the twenty-first century, Rory. We have this thing called the internet, and group chats, and phones -”

“We’re not all just gonna be friends, though, are we?” Aurora replied.

“We’re all just besties, nothing more than that. Rory, I’m joking!” Tayce laughed at Aurora’s horrified expression. “All I’m saying is that this isn’t the end - just the beginning.”

“That’s so cheesy.”

“Yeah, but I’m right, you can’t deny that!”

Aurora let her eyes drift around everyone else in the room.

Tia and Veronica who had barely left their corner of the sofa, hands and legs wound tightly together, both with hearts in their eyes and bigger smiles than anyone else in the room as they chatted quietly, simply enjoying each others’ company.

Lawrence and Ellie, wooden spoons still in hand, making the most noise in the room in delighted laughter as they jousted with each other, almost knocking Pip over as she carried in another tray of snacks to lay on the dining table.

Bimini resting against Asttina’s chest as they reclined on the other sofa, Asttina still running her fingers through Bimini’s freshly-dyed mullet, both of them letting out a contented sigh in tandem.

“Yeah,” Aurora murmured, as Tayce held her tighter, “I guess so.”

——

WEEK 1: BISCUIT WEEK

April 2021

Tayce grinned at the cameras as they panned around everyone. She’d given the interviewer her spiel about how much she’d always dreamt of being in the gingham tent and how excited she was to bring the winning cake stand to Wales for the first time in Bake Off history; and a surprising calm settled in her chest, nerves dissipating, at the genuine warm aura from everyone and everything in the room.

At least Tayce wasn’t in full view of the judges right at the front. That privilege was reserved for two people from London, both of whom looked right at home in front of the cameras, although their names were a mystery for now.

It was all very familiar from seeing it on the telly the last eleven years. Immaculate worktops with varnish that shone like glass; the tent walls decorated with bunting and flowers, and the pastel shelves and adorned with china cups; the multi-coloured KitchenAids ready to whisk, fold and anything else - Tayce’s was pure white, while the woman from Nottingham on the bench opposite her had a turquoise one.

Tayce chanced another glance at her; the tight-lipped smile showed a single dimple, and her long blonde hair was tied off her face, but her fingers drummed nervously on the workbench, and she evidently wasn’t as poised as the veneer she displayed for the cameras.

Tayce smiled to herself. It’ll be fun winning this thing.

——

Signature: 24 Iced Biscuits

The best bit of the show when it was on the telly was the banter between Matt and Noel. Seeing them in person, even from a distance away, made Tayce’s stomach bubble with excitement, and she had to cling to the workbench a little tighter to stay upright.

“Well, bakers, welcome to the gingham tent! Back for another season of Prue-Paul’s Baking Race!”

Prue’s sweet smile was complemented by her brightly-coloured glasses and sharp, matching blazer, while Paul’s cool stare lingered on everyone in the room a split second longer than they all would have liked.

“For the signature today,” Matt said, “the judges would like you to make twenty-four iced biscuits. The biscuits can be any flavour -“

“ - but should tell the judges a little bit about yourselves or where you’re from.”

“Where are you from, Noel?”

“Oh, you know, the moon.”

Everyone was laughing, even Tayce; although it wasn’t that funny - but the whole room was dancing with nerves by now, starting to become contagious from the people around her.

“On your marks -“

“Get set -“

“BAKE!”

Once Matt Lucas and Noel Fielding had declared the immortal lines to the room, everyone was scrambling for ingredients from their bags and the fridges.

Tayce was still cringing a bit at the dragon-shaped cookie-cutter her mum had found in some gift shop near the castle in Cardiff. She didn’t understand why tourists would be making dragon-shaped biscuits inspired by their trip to Wales, but for once she was thankful for tourists. Her friend Cara had customised it a little when she’d seen her a couple of weeks ago, by melting the tail with her lighter, elongating it a little, and extending the jaw and ears to make it look a little more ferocious.

“Can’t have people thinking you’re not breathing fire,” she’d said, passing the cigarette back to Tayce, “otherwise they won’t think you’re competition.”

And Tayce had nodded, holding smoke in her lungs half a beat longer than usual, wondering if she cared whether anyone thought of her as competition. After all, it was Bake Off. The last sabotage attempt there had been a national scandal the following day.

The most unproblematic, drama-free show on the telly.

Nothing was going to happen here.

——

“The judges are coming for you next,” one of the cameramen nudged Tayce out of her thoughts, just as she was measuring out her flour, causing it to fly upwards in a cloud “Just a heads up. Oh, sorry love.”

“Right, right.” Tayce nodded, brushing flour from her face. “What do I say to them again?”

“Just … talk. It’s the first episode. Show them your personality.”

“Personality,” Tayce repeated, nodding. “I’ve got oodles of that.”

“Great stuff. And don’t forget to be doing something bake-ey while they’re coming over.”

The cameraman dodged out of the way to make room for the medical team, running to help the woman in front of Nottingham, who had managed to slice her finger on something already.

“Here they are,” Tayce muttered to herself, taking a deep breath and straightening as the judges, along with Matt and Noel, came over to her.

“Morning, Tayce!”

Paul Hollywood was shorter than he appeared to be, and Prue Leith was taller, but nothing prepared Tayce for meeting either of them. Tayce held her breath for a split second, smiling somewhat mechanically to try to mask the sudden heat in her face.

“Bore da, folks! I’ve brought the weather with me!” Tayce beamed, indicating the heaving downpour of rain that was falling outside the tent; and they all laughed politely.

Tayce momentarily stopped concentrating on the judges and noticed the woman opposite her, turning to watch Tayce interact with the judges. And every time she was describing the perfect quality that her dragon-shaped shortbread biscuits would turn out, she seemed to slow her actions, looking up over at them.

The conversation was light, but Tayce could feel the calm authority of both judges before her, making words freeze on her tongue. It only went on for a minute or two, but Tayce was left feeling as if she should have prepared more.

Oh well. What’s done is done.

The ingredients for her biscuits were mixing slowly in the KitchenAid, the gentle whirr of the blades almost lulling Tayce to sleep as she sipped her cup of tea, before she took out the ball of shortbread dough and rolled it out to cut into biscuits.

“Your accent is so nice.”

Tayce looked up from her biscuits, to see the woman from Nottingham had come over, tucking her hair behind her ear, leaving her hand resting at the back of her neck to play absently with the strings of her apron. Up close, the dimple in her cheek was emphasised as a shy smile twitched at the corners of her mouth.

“Thank you!” Tayce stood to her full height. “This place doesn’t look like Barry Island yet but give it some time!” She leaned against the workbench, tossing her hair away from her shoulders.

“My accent is … well, it’s just … northern,” she continued with a giggle. “I’m Aurora, by the way. I’m so bad at names, I’m sorry, you’ve probably already said yours!”

“Don’t worry, I am too. I’m Tayce. And if I forget your name, well - yeah, same.”

Aurora’s gaze lingered half a second too long as she tested the name on her tongue.

“Tayce.” Her smile widened. “Nice to meet you.”

——

Tayce was terrible at names. She had no idea how she was going to remember who all eleven of these other people were, especially as one of them would be going every week - the pool of people getting smaller and smaller until Tayce would be remaining with whoever else was any good out of these lot.

As the day went on, she started to pick them up.

She had to learn Asttina’s for one, because Asttina seemed to know everyone’s name from the word go. Asttina was one of the two Londoners at the front, and was the only one of the group who had made a deliberate effort to come round to all their workbenches to formally introduce herself during the bake itself, her demeanour confident but her handshake gentle and light as air.

“Nice to meet you, Tayce,” she’d said, with a cool smile that reminded Tayce of a Miss World competition. “Looking forward to tasting all your bakes!”

She knew Pip’s name too, on the bench just behind Asttina, as she’d turned up in the tent wearing elf ears, claiming they were for luck. Everyone had been staring at her workbench, where she’d positioned a tiny blue handbag with a red circle in the middle, saying she took it with her wherever she went.

“I had a sesh with a psychic,” Pip explained to them all as a group of them crowded round her. “She’s a bit of a local celeb in Liverpool, Psychic Sally they call her, but - anyway, she told me to look for a sign in blue and red, said it was from me great-grandpa - and the same day I walked past one of those handbag shops on Paradise Street and there it was, in the window, 70% off!”

“Definitely couldn’t have been a coincidence, Pippa,” Tayce grinned, and Pip shook her head in agreement, but she had a mischievous glint in her eye and Tayce wasn’t entirely sure how serious she was about the whole affair.

Ellie’s name too had become familiar, because of the amount of times the show’s medics would groan it when she managed to hurt herself on something that episode. Ellie herself had been quiet most of the day, seemingly a little shy and evidently the youngest in the room; but she’d bounced on the balls of her feet at meeting Matt Lucas, garbling something about her and her brother doing all the impersonations as kids.

The soft-spoken woman in front of Tayce was called Cherry, and Tayce had found that out because she’d pointed it out to everyone when she put cherry flavouring in her biscuits.

“Does that actually, y’know, work as a flavour?” Tia had asked her when she was explaining it to them.

Tia was another name that Tayce knew, mainly because the woman was so tall and striking. She looked like she’d come straight off a catwalk and wandered into the Bake Off tent by complete accident on her way to London Fashion Week, happening to become covered in flour in the process.

Cherry had huffed. “I don’t know, but you eat cherry-flavoured things all the time! What could go wrong with putting it in biscuits?”

Tia grimaced. “Wait. Have you … never put cherry flavouring in biscuits before? Didn’t you practise at home?”

Tayce couldn’t help but feel a twinge of mirth as she watched Cherry chew her tongue, her cheeks flushing, but her jaw set obstinately. “I know what I’m doing. I can do this.”

“You haven’t even practised this bake? Okay. So how late do the trains run from here to Newcastle?” Tayce had asked Cherry, and Aurora had doubled over in wheezing laughter as Cherry had folded her arms.

“Darlington. Darlington, not Newcastle. And there’s been trains there for nearly two hundred years, love.”

That had just made Aurora laugh harder, clutching her stomach and shaking in silent giggles, leaning on Tayce as Tayce had led her back to her workbench and let her wipe the tears from her eyes before continuing with her biscuit dough.

That was the most important thing Tayce had learned so far in the tent. The woman from Nottingham opposite her was Aurora, and Aurora lit up the whole bench.

When the judges had stood with her earlier, she’d cooed about how much she adored baking everything for all her family - making fairy cakes for charity bakes for work, birthday cakes for her family, tipsy cakes for her best friends for their birthdays, or anniversaries, or whenever they were just feeling crap.

From the smile that she couldn’t hold back, Tayce knew that Aurora was the only person in the room who meant it when she said that she loved baking.

——

“One hour break, folks, and then filming starts for Technical, okay?”

The first bake was over, and Tayce’s shortbread biscuits shaped like dragons had gone down pretty well with the judges. She wasn’t sure if she’d had the best feedback, her nerves kicking in and blocking out most of the other contestants’ comments; but she thought she’d done enough for this round at least.

One of the producers herded them like sheep - or maybe cats, judging by how Ginny had gone chasing after a squirrel they’d seen - back into Norton Hall where they were all staying for the weekends while filming was happening. It was a huge, Georgian manor mouse with ceilings touching the clouds, far more halls than were necessary, and so many excessive bedrooms that each contestant had a room each.

Tayce had half-expected four-poster regal luxury as she’d opened the door to her own, twice the size of her room in her flat; but no such luck - it was furnished sparingly, and all the beds were normal. A small double, she noted. Not that she was likely to get lucky with these master bakers, but a woman could dream.

The floorboards creaked as she crossed the room and flopped backwards onto the bed, gazing at the ceiling, the elation sending a shiver through her skin as she realised again that she had made it to Bake Off.

The Bake Off!

They weren’t meant to change clothes between takes unless they’d made a huge mess with the food, so Tayce just retouched her eyeliner and went back down to the communal room, where most of them had gathered back in the group, polite conversations carrying on amongst relative strangers as they sampled each others’ biscuits.

What a surreal scene.

A group of almost strangers, half of their names unfamiliar, and she was meant to discuss baking with them all.

“Alright, babs?” She heard someone pushing a plate in front of her. “My name’s Ginny, Ginny Lemon, and if you don’t like lemon, well - just skip my biccies, alright love?”

“No, lemon is great,” Tayce forced a smile, taking one of Ginny’s biscuits. “Thanks hun.”

“You’re welcome! Which ones did you make - wait, I remember, the Welsh dragons?”

“Now how did you guess that one?” Tayce raised an eyebrow at them. “My mum’s idea, she was like, do it for the Welsh! So of course she found a dragon-shaped cookie cutter from somewhere. One of the tourist shops in Cardiff. Tourists love dragon biscuits apparently.”

“Oh I know love, I know - speaking of weird biscuits, have you ever tried a Worcester sauce biscuit? I don’t recommend it if you haven’t, but have you?” Ginny shook their head, tutting. “Tastes like shit! Waste of biscuit. Waste of Worcester sauce too, though. Anyway, Pip’s looking lonely without me. Nice to see you!”

And Ginny fled from Tayce’s arm, scurrying back over to Pip. Tayce tasted the biscuit, bracing herself for Worcester sauce, blinking with surprise to find it was actually pretty good, the lemon flavour really tasty, and finding she wanted another.

Most of the rest of the biscuits were arranged on a bench at the back. Tayce picked up another of her own and went down the line, eager to see which had depleted the most.

Gravestone biscuits were the biggest shocker for her - two different sets of biscuits were there, iced to resemble gravestones, mostly untouched - but Tayce politely picked up the better-looking of the two and found a lovely chilli kick to it when she tasted. But gravestones weren’t the only common theme - two different rose patterns were there, one set iced in different shades of pink, and the other with a deep red icing. The pink roses were almost all gone, and Tayce took the second-to-last one, enjoying the raspberry flavour, and grabbing one of the other roses to go.

Tayce peered around the room at the other contestants from her vantage point at the table. Most of them had dropped into twos and threes - with twelve people it was bound to happen - chatting amongst themselves, quietly and politely for the most part, although the two Scottish women in one corner were laughing as if they’d known each other for years.

Eventually, she joined Aurora, who was talking to someone whose white-blonde hair and pencil-thin eyebrows looked very familiar …

“Joe Black,” she said, extending a heavily-tattooed hand to Tayce, whose stomach flipped upon hearing the name.

“You’re - on Instagram, that woman -“

“My internet infamy precedes me, but in that case I hope so too do my bakes, and of course my sense of fun.” Joe’s voice was theatrical, her gestures affected; but her smile was warm, and Cherry looked as enamoured with her as Tayce was feeling.

“And who wins the biscuit version of the wars of the roses?” Joe continued, pointing down at the two rose-shaped iced biscuits on Tayce’s plate. “Lawrence, or Veronica? I must say, the amount that Veronica worried about her own bake, that time probably could have been spent thinking up a better biscuit flavour than rosewater, don’t you agree?”

Tayce glanced at Veronica’s biscuit, then up at Aurora. “Does it taste that bad?”

But before Aurora could answer, they were interrupted by “Alright, babes! How’s it hanging?”

The woman joining them had rich violet hair scraped off her face into a bun at the crown of her head, and an intense green stare. Tayce took the hand that was extended to her, finding a firmer handshake than Asttina’s, trying to follow the stream of words from this woman’s mouth.

“I’m Lauren, but you might as well call me Lawrence, that’s all Ellie’s been calling me all day, thinks she’s fucking hilarious, and I’ve not really met any of you yet because, you know,” Lawrence paused for breath, waving her hands, “baking contest, ooh I’m not here to make friends, et cetera, but now that we’re all here and we’re not baking right now, I thought I’d better find out who everyone is! Are you the one who made the dragon biccies?”

“That’s me, baby!” Tayce grinned. “Bore da, bitches!”

“See, I knew you were Welsh, and there Ellie was trying to convince me the dragon biccies were by someone who just really liked Puff the Magic Dragon, she owes me a tenner now - and you’re - oh wait, I know you!” Lawrence wagged her finger at Joe, whose expression didn’t change apart from the slow blink. “That Instagram video!”

Joe fixed Lawrence with a stare. “Yes, that Instagram video; I know that precedes me, but I hope by the end of this competition that can be eclipsed by my culinary skills.” Her voice still kept the throaty drawl, but Tayce was starting to sense her irritation at the association.

Cherry had already offered her hand to shake, and Lawrence took it. “Alright, I remember your name, because you put it in your biccies as flavouring! Where’re you from, do they grow cherries there?”

“No - I’m from Darlington.”

Lawrence blinked, frowning. “Darlington, near Sweetie-shire is that?”

“No, it’s near -“

“I’m joking babes, I’m joking! I know it’s - hey, hey Ellie!” Lawrence stopped to shout to Ellie, who had evidently reappeared. “Els! It’s not Puff the Magic Dragon! Where’s my tenner? Hey!” And she was gone in an instant, Tayce turning to watch her chase Ellie as she scurried out.

“Anyway,” Joe continued, motioning to Tayce’s plate and one of the gravestone biscuits, “I’m so glad you’re enjoying mine! I know my sense of humour is a little … ah, morbid, but I didn’t count on being one of two people with this bake, let me tell you that!”

Joe glanced over to the left out the sides of her eyes; Tayce followed her gaze to Pip, oblivious, making herself a cup of tea.

“She didn’t - like, you don’t think she -“

“Oh, no, not in a month of Sundays! But it’s a strange little coincidence, isn’t it? The viewers will love the drama!”

Joe opened her mouth wide to let out a violent cackle, a sound that might have made a shiver glide down Tayce’s spine if she hadn’t been mid-biscuit.

——

Technical: 8 Wagon Wheels

The Technical challenge was the first time Tayce felt her nerves return in a rush.

Everyone had identical ingredients and an identical recipe, but nothing prepared any of them for whipping the gingham cloth from them all and flipping the instructions over. Tayce ran her pencil down them, her head spinning.

On the first read, she recalled nothing.

Focus.

She took one steadying breath, letting go of as many nerves as she could, and then ran her pencil back down the list, jotting down timings and a couple of notes. They only had an hour and a half; precision was key.

On her right, Aurora was fidgeting with her apron, twisting her hair around her finger, before grabbing as many bowls as she could from the drawers and setting them all down ready.

It almost felt like more pressure, rather than less, having no judges in the room - just Matt and Noel, and they couldn’t really interact with the bakers at this point, mostly just talking amongst each other and having to film occasional silly quips for the television interludes.

You’re not gonna get this finished if you keep looking at Matt and Noel!

So Tayce mentally blocked out everything and anything around her, not taking her eyes off her workbench. Instructions, ingredients, whisk, repeat. Oven, timers, filling, cooling, done.

She barely remembered anything else that happened in the room.

As she put the last wagon wheel on the tray to take to the front, she wiped her brow, took a swig of tea, and then heard the immortal lines.

“Bakers! You have one minute to go!”

Tayce looked around the room. Tia, three desks ahead, was looking flustered, covered in flour from head to toe - a difficult feat when you were six feet tall - and Veronica, just behind her, was rounding the corner to help her move the biscuits over to the tray one by one as she spread on the jam and marshmallow fluff. Bimini, who Tayce was sure had finished about ten minutes earlier than everyone else, was doing the same thing for Asttina, leaning over her workbench and talking soothingly to her as they both moved biscuits around.

On the other side, Ginny was rubbing Pip’s back, trying to help her load wagon wheels onto the tray but only succeeding in knocking the handbag to the ground. Ellie broke two of her wagon wheels by dropping a palette knife on them, her squeak causing Lawrence to turn from her bench and put her hands on her hips.

But Tayce felt an unexpected wave of relief when she saw Aurora finishing her own biscuits right on schedule, stepping back with a sigh, rolling her head and her eyes to the ceiling.

They had to bring the biscuits to the front table, and put them behind their respective photographs for blind judging. Looking at the other biscuits on the bench, Tayce nodded to herself in satisfaction. She definitely wasn’t the worst. The photos were all a blur, but there was definitely one disaster, chocolate and marshmallow oozing; Ellie’s broken biscuits; and another tray with a biscuit missing.

It was easy to breathe a sigh of relief for herself.

“Just get into any order,” the producer said, pointing to the stools that had been set in front of the table, “but don’t sit directly behind your photo. Otherwise it just looks obvious.”

Tayce’s biscuits were second from the right, so she bunched towards the left, and found herself between Aurora and Joe. Joe had pretended to trip over her feet while carrying her own biscuits up, cackling gleefully at Veronica’s pained expression as she watched. Veronica, mercifully, had sat as far from Joe as she could.

Aurora was breathing rapidly next to her, and Tayce gave her a nudge with her knee.

“Chill girl! Relax! It will be fine!”

Aurora nodded, but said nothing, focusing on trying to breathe at a normal rate once again. Tayce could practically hear her heart hammering. She nudged her again playfully, and Aurora nudged her back, taking a deep breath out and seeming to calm from then.

Once Prue and Paul were back, Tayce grew a little sleepy. The judging went on for much longer than on telly, and tent was hot from all the baking and warm bodies, plus Aurora’s knee jogging rhythmically was enough to make her feel a little drowsy. Her biscuits were second to last, and Tayce wasn’t really focusing on any of the other critiques as they went down the line, not even those of the two women on either side of her.

She hated tents. They reminded her of camping. This one wasn’t like any of the camping tents, propped by firm wooden walls and decorations but it still reminded her of trips to the Gower when she was at primary school. And thinking of the Gower made her think of day-tripping to Tenby, where the air was hazy with salt and fresh fish, and the sea was far too cold as they skimmed stones, watching them bounce once, twice, three times …

A nudge at her side from Aurora brought her down from her reverie; blinking, Tayce saw the judges had reached the biscuits behind her photo, looking up expectantly to see who would claim them.

Oh, yeah. It’s the Technical, and I’m here to be judged.

She raised her hand, realising that she’d been in a dream so long that she didn’t even know what place the judges had called her for.

“Tayce - good flavour, biscuits had a good crunch, and the chocolate has set well; it just wasn’t quite filled enough.”

Nodding and smiling, she waited for them to move on to the next person before she leaned over towards Aurora, muttering from the corner of her mouth “Where did they put me again?”

But before Aurora could answer, Paul spoke up. “And in second place, we have -“

“You came third, you bitch!” Aurora whispered, her mouth open in awe, and she looped her hand into Tayce’s and squeezed. “How do you do it? You always look so put-together! Not like - Miss Second-Place down there.”

Tayce glanced at Veronica, right at the end of the line of bakers on their stools, whose hand was raised to claim second place. She was nodding earnestly at the praise, but she still wasn’t smiling, her lips tight and her other hand still quivering a little in her lap.

“That means that first place goes to - Asttina!”

But Aurora hadn’t let go of Tayce’s hand, and Tayce was suddenly more aware of that contact than whoever the winner was, even as she slowly drew her hand away for the polite applause that followed.

“Where did you come?” Tayce asked her in a whisper.

“Seventh. Not great. I over-baked them a little bit,” Aurora shrugged. “I’m never gonna be good at technical.”

——

“Congrats on coming top of Technical!” Tia clapped Asttina on the back as they came back into Norton Hall, and Asttina responded with her winning smile.

“Thanks, babe. I thought you all deserved a taste of what I can do!”

There was a collective amused murmur around the other bakers at Asttina’s slightly smug tone. Tayce grinned, staying silent for now, wondering what the others would have to say to that.

“Oh, there’s more to come, is there?” Tia continued.

“I should hope so.” Asttina licked her lips. “From all of you lot as well.”

“There’s no need to be cocky,” Veronica said, the first time any of them had really heard her speak. Veronica was tiny, with blonde hair and a nasal voice that was louder than any of them had expected; most likely feeling the sting of coming second.

Asttina shook her hair back. “I’m not cocky, Veronica, I just know what I can do. Read the CV, it’s all there! If you want to win stuff, you need to know yourself. Do you want to win?”

“Does the Pope shit in the woods?” Veronica retorted.

It was Tia’s snort of laughter that started them all off, diffusing the vague tension creeping into the room. Asttina’s laugh was only drowned out by Veronica’s as she realised what she’d said.

“Is the Pope a Catholic, does a bear shit in the woods … I know, I know. I mean, yeah, I definitely do want to win.”

Asttina shrugged. “Then there’s no point being modest about what you can do. Let your bakes do the talking!”

One of the producers came in at that moment, motioning for them all to come round, and they all bunched together.

“Alright folks, the day’s filming is done, we’ll begin tomorrow at nine sharp for the Showstopper challenges. Until then you’re free to relax and have a nice time - please don’t go into any areas marked as Private, and no excessive drinking, but otherwise, have a good night!”

“Thank you!” They chorused, clapping for some unknown reason, as some of the staff rounded up the leftover biscuits and cleared them away.

“The filming crew get them,” Veronica explained to Tia, “I asked earlier what happened to them all because I knew we wouldn’t be able to eat them all.”

“You know what this means?” Cherry said, addressing them all from on top of one of the sofas. “This is the last evening we’ll all be together. Let’s all cheers to the cast of GBBO!”

She pulled a bottle of something from her bag, and the rest of them grabbed a mug each, sharing out the gin Cherry had brought, and bringing all their drinks together in cheers.

——

Showstopper: A gingerbread sculpture of a place that makes you nostalgic.

The Showstopper was about as broad as you could get. Everyone seemed to have something different in mind. Bimini and Asttina, on the two front benches, looked as poised and confident as they had all the previous day; and Asttina, buoyed by her Technical challenge win, puffed her chest in pride.

Tayce had practised her gingerbread over and over, but nothing prepared any of them for being in the tent, where the pastel colours and the novelty of the bright, friendly conversations started to switch to a competitive edge.

Especially after the Technical, where they had all been ranked. Having a number against your name now, combined with a vague grade against the Signature challenge, meant the Showstopper was the be-all and end-all for some of them.

That was it Tayce thought to herself, as she watched Aurora’s grim determination pass her face every second.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Cherry, on the workbench in front of her, had come sixth; but she’d been much quieter all morning, concentrating on reading and re-reading her instructions, tapping her pencil against her chin and growling frustratedly every now and then.

Ellie, wearing a pair or Pip’s elf ears, was doing even worse. Being ranked eleventh had done very little to ease the nerves she had displayed the day before, and her morning had already started with another blue plaster on yet another finger.

But Aurora was the only person Tayce was concentrating on. Something about the way she’d held her hand … and Tayce was far too quick to let her mind run away without her, thinking it meant anything, when obviously it probably didn’t.

“What are you doing?” Tayce called to Aurora over the chatter of everyone else around the room; but Aurora didn’t reply, her tongue running over her lips as she surveyed the mess that was the butter and sugar mix before her.

“Aurora?” She asked, making her way to stand by her behind the bench.

Aurora was still silent, but the noise from the bowls and KitchenAid she was using spoke volumes for her without her needing to say a word.

“D’you want a cup of tea?” Tayce asked her eventually, waiting for the curt nod from Aurora before sprinting to the tea station, in a tent outside.

When she got back, Aurora had moved up to Ellie’s workbench, and even though her back was to Tayce, she could see her shoulders shaking and Ellie’s hand rubbing her back, before offering her a can of the Monster she always had to have, the label covered in masking tape to escape product placement.

Tayce approached them both to comfort Aurora too, but as she did, cameras zoomed in on all three of them. Aurora pushed them both away and walked out of the tent, covering her face.

Ellie looked from the camera to Tayce and then back again, confused more than anything, and Lawrence, turning from her bench, looked back at them all with a frown.

“What’s going on here? Is she alright?” Lawrence pointed to Aurora, who was busy wiping her tears away in the far corner, with Matt Lucas at her side and a camera in her face.

“No,” Tayce muttered, “and she won’t be while there’s a lens on her.”

After that, Tayce kept half an eye on Aurora as she baked. She mostly ignored the cameramen as they hurried around the tent, taking stock footage of them cutting gingerbread shapes, using their ovens, and decorating, but Tayce purposely kept her mouth tightly closed, and her expression firmly neutral.

As Noel called for ten minutes remaining, Tayce was finishing the detailing of the roof of the stadium. The band were meant to be playing biscuit instruments and there was meant to be a crowd, but Tayce had settled for calling it a backstage pass moment, where VIPs could meet them, and just made models of herself and her friends.

“Time is up! Bakers, step away from your bakes!”

Noel called time, and Tayce took a step back to properly admire her finished product - and really, she was blown away by her own bake. The gingerbread houses she’d made in practise had gone alright, but this one, even in the pressure cooker environment of the tent, had gone almost perfectly, down to the timing of the bakes.

“Wow,” Tayce whispered to herself, “week one is done!”

She took a few seconds to admire everyone else’s in the tent. Some were much better than others. Joe’s looked a little strange - she’d meant to do a wedding scene with the gingerbread church, but the roof was crooked, and the gravestones falling over, not supported by the sticky sugar mixture they’d all used as adhesive. Cherry’s ambitious building was incomplete, and Tayce didn’t even know what it was meant to be.

But Asttina’s was incredible - a beautiful beach scene with a model of a beach hut and even a Ferris wheel. Ellie’s technical slip up was definitely repaired by the pub she’d built, adding fondant banners inside and making the dull gingerbread colours come alive with her imaginative take on the icing outside; while Lawrence had made a theatre, melting jelly babies to create beautiful stained glass in the windows, something Tayce kicked herself for not thinking of.

They all had a chance to leave the tent for a break, to sit outside in the shelter, and to have a breather before the actual judging of the bakes was done.

“I don’t envy the judges,” Joe said, her drawling voice awed, as she took in all of the gingerbread houses from their vantage point outside the tent. “They definitely have their work cut out for them, don’t they?”

“Everyone did amazing,” Aurora nodded, “it’s just a case of who did less amazing. D’you reckon they’ll just take this into account, or the whole weekend?”

Tayce didn’t know why she was worrying. Aurora had come middle of the pack in technical, but had been praised for her Signature, and her gingerbread house - modelled on her Nan’s, she had said - was so prim and dainty that Tayce knew the judges were going to eat it up, and not only literally.

“It won’t be you, chillax!” Tayce reached to rub her hand.

“Who d’you reckon it will be then?”

“Well, they tend to take into account the numbers assigned at the Technical challenge, and the Signature comments, to make the first analysis, at least,” Joe chuckled, “that’s what we see on the television. Who were the bottom three for Technical? I was tenth, Ellie was eleventh, who was twelfth again?”

“It’s - erm,” Aurora pointed, but the name escaped her for a second. “Tia. Tia was twelfth.”

“It’s probably between the three of us, then,” Joe said brightly, “unless something goes … horribly wrong to one of the Showstoppers. And how likely is that?”

As they looked through the panels of the tent, one of the gingerbread houses collapsed into pieces onto the tray it was set on.

Tayce glanced around the other eleven bakers to see whose it was.

One of the bakers had her head in her hands, shoulders tensed, while the two people on either side of her hugged her tightly.

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“Seriously, Joe, how did you make that happen?” Aurora’s voice was hushed, tense, after the award for Star Baker and the first elimination had taken place.

Joe’s eyes widened as she shook her head. “I don’t quite know - maybe it was just something, spoken into the universe, made to happen.”

“Or maybe it was just gravity and shitty caramelised sugar sticking it all together,” Tayce added.

“Yes,” Joe replied, “or that too.”

Joe, Ellie and Tia had all survived their stint in the bottom at Technical - but Pip, who had come ninth in Technical, and whose Signature had received mediocre feedback, had laughed behind gritted teeth at presenting her collapsed gingerbread house - “More of an Ikea house,” Paul had commented cheerily - which had ultimately turned out to be too hard to bite into and had sealed her fate. Not even the lucky elf ears saved her from the first elimination.

“I was so sure I was going home this week,” Aurora sighed later that night, back at Norton Hall, where everyone had eaten so much of each others’ gingerbread houses that they all felt ill.

“You wouldn’t have, yours was good!” Tayce rubbed her arm. “Relax! It’s done now. Just focus on next week instead.”

“And I can’t believe Prue said she’d like to try a bit of carpet when they were looking at Ellie’s pub,” Aurora said, shaking her head. “Did anyone else catch that?”

“Yeah, I did!” Tayce sniggered. “They’re so innocent! This is just gonna be a load of innuendos all season, isn’t it? Imagine what they’re gonna say for next week too.”

“Oh, yeah. It’s cake week, isn’t it?” Aurora seemed to perk up. “That’s a bit more my comfort zone.”

Suddenly the door opened, and Asttina was led back inside the area by the cameraman and a producer. Everyone broke into applause - this time genuine, not the muted, polite sound that had echoed round the tent in the technical. Asttina had just given her winner’s interview and called her family, and now wore the Star Baker badge proudly on the lapel of her jacket, her grin wider than the Cheshire Cat’s.

“How did your mum react when you said you were Star Baker this week?” Bimini asked her.

Asttina smiled the warmest smile any of them had seen all weekend from her at the mention of her family. “They screamed so loud that you probably all heard it in here. My mum was falling off the sofa, my dad was waving a wooden spoon, my brother was banging on the floor with his feet - oh, it was great.”

“Well-deserved, babes,” Bimini nodded, and Asttina pulled them in for a hug.

Everyone else was clamouring around Asttina, congratulating her on her Star Baker win this week and admiring the badge she’d won - biscuit-shaped, or at least cookie-shaped - but Tayce hung back, exchanging a glance with Aurora, a glint in her eye; and both of them knew what the other was thinking.

Let’s not cross Joe Black. She might make our Showstoppers crumble.

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ELEVEN BAKERS REMAIN

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survivor-ingary · 3 years ago

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Rites of Passage

Keith: Wish we had more time to talk to each other, with time difference and going to the first tribal council of the season. That chance never came. Hope someday we play again.

Babs: It's giving Boy Mulan rn. Wish I could've at least said hi to you lmao

Dennis: We never met

Babs: Your vibes are lovely. I wish you could've stuck around longer :( 💔

Dennis: We never met

Keith: I’m you are a nice person but since you were so inactive, it was hard to get a conversation in the game with you. Hopefully you play again when u have the time.

Babs: Hi! We didn't get to talk at all lmao hope we get to next time!

Dennis: Hope everything is okay with you

Keith: I don’t know why we just didn’t click and spoke much. Even at our first tribal together we never got much of a conversation going. Sorry

Babs: 'm sorry, dude, I had 0 recollection that you were here when I missed my first tribal. Welp. What are ya gonna do?

Dennis: We never met

Keith: it was very sad to see you go especially for the reason you were being targeted for. The timing was unfortunate. Where three people came over after mutiny that were safe and people were very worried about you aligning with former Kyoshi cast members at merge. You never got the opportunity only to prove otherwise. I had hoped we could have worked longer in the game being OG Pendragon. Hopefully on another season. :)

Babs: Of all the votes I casted, I regret yours the most. I wish I could've kept you in, but it was the majority regardless of my choice. I hope we can talk after and reconnect. I love your vibe.

Dennis: Sorry Moth :( I hate that you were voted out but it’s not because of you, it’s the people that you would’ve worked with.

Babs: We didn't get to connect very much, but "m'theydy" will never not get me.

Dennis: You are a saturnian legend and you were robbed.

Keith: I wish you stayed longer with us and didn’t leave. In the time you were with us, I saw a friendly, happy and great person. Also a massive team player, who would be willing to color their hair for a challenge.

Babs: ROBBED. That's it, that's the whole rite. You deserved so much better, truly.

Dennis: Queen you were sooooo robbed. I wanted to work with you in this game and I am sorry that Anastasia and Brayden lied that hard to you to paint you a false scenario. You deserved so much better and I hope that one day we can see each other in another org :)

Keith: Just like you, your blindside was an iconic moment of this season. As much as I thought it was too soon for you to go but you putting a bigger target on yourself so that you don’t blindside people who you were loyal to, was going to make the situation hard. But There is no question about your loyalty hence I understand why you did what you did. But I wish we would rather choose a side then keep everyone happy and I wouldn’t have mind going with anyone at that point. I appreciate you for making the time and effort to connect with me at my pace. I hope you understand that It wasn’t a move against you but became a move for self preservation. Hope we can have a tea spilling party after this season.

Babs: Miss Shady Boots, I see you, ma'am. Wish I could've seen more of your mess this season. Hope to see you at Mary's one day :')

Dennis: King. I did you soooooooooooooooo dirty. I hope we can still play roblox after dis game. Once I heard from Ellie that you suspected me of wanting to work with Raffy it became very clear to me you were not going to trust me down the line. You were a threat who had to go, and I’m not sorry I voted you out but I am sorry about the way that I went about it.

Keith: This was a tough vote. I knew we didn’t have much of a game connection. I knew since I wouldn’t have the option to work long-term with you this season. I didn’t want to string you along on anything or give you any false hope unnecessarily because that would just be cruel. I honestly found you to be an amazing, down to earth and genuine person. Really wished we came together on an earlier tribe. Someone like you with such an amazing energy would be a great ally and friend. Whether, the game would go our way or not. It would still be a blast playing with you. Also, I know u don’t need it but the offer still stands. U ever feel anxiety and need a diversion. Call me anytime and anywhere, I will help anyway I can.

Babs: CEO of plants. Your vibes are immaculate. Please let's be friends after this.

Dennis: I wish you and I had developed a game relationship. We had a very strong personal relationship like I feel like we’d be friends in real life ya know? But in this game, you were working with people that ultimately did not work with me and I felt like your loyalty would ultimately never come to me. Sorry that it had to be that way youre still cool.

Keith: Never expected to see you go the way you did. You’re an awesome and sweet person. Excited to see you succeed on twitch and ready to support an amazing person like you in anything you decide to do. Drop that link.

Babs: Dennis constantly sings your praises, and any friend of his is a friend of mine. Drop that stream link asap.

Dennis: You forever changed my life when you told me I’m actually not a red head but a brunette. That’s wild. It was awesome to play with you and I’m sorry that you were voted out the way you were. It was very refreshing to play with someone who wasn’t coming from a survivor-strategy background. Stay awesome :)

Keith: I know based of the previous seasons. Your amazing to watch play the game. From your social ability to your executions of big moves, the fact that you never back down or give up, it is amazing. But all those attributes make it hell to play with you. I knew that you wanted to take me to the end because you could beat me. So day one I knew I would cut you sometime, but unlike last time. I needed to make sure that this time when I took a shot, under no circumstances I could miss. But getting rid of you was a decision that took into account only from events this season, I saw you subtly trying to push the narrative that I was not doing much in the game during tribal, to ensure I would have no chance to win. So I knew taking you out sooner would be better, which would deny you any chances of flipping things over. I thank you for supporting me through the initial start of the game and that immunity challenge (which I originally thought of sabotaging. So good call on doing it yourself). You’re a great competitor.

Babs: https://youtu.be/trRgAQ7L8mE

No, but really, your tone seems very pointed. I know that we're friends irl, but I'm not willing to get a strike for anyone unless they're dying. Also, my fellow finalists are fucking sick. I want us all to win. To hell w being a mess for once.

Keith: Firstly I just would ask for your forgiveness. I sat on that call, the night u left. N It was so fucking so hard, to see someone care about the game so much and stressing themselves for it, who would do anything to keep themselves in the game. I loved that passion. N I’m sorry in that moment I had no choice but to lie to you. You were a strong player. I don’t know if it’s the red hair, but you look like an evil genius, whom I hope, I get to play with someday.

Babs: She's giving Captain Brayden Morgan rn, we love to see it. It was fun to have a not-so-cutthroat round w you for once! Cheers!

Dennis: Literally we will never be compatible to work together in a game. Two completely different types of logic. And I am at peace with that.

Keith: I am really sorry about your vote out. It was the one time that I didn’t know a flip was happening, I appreciate you still putting your faith in me during the game at that point, Wish I could have done better.

Babs: Miss Beverly Hills, I will admit, some premerge tea w spilled w me that didn't sit right w my spirit. I don't want it to be something that spreads and comes off as something that precedes your reputation in the community. Some pearls of wisdom from a messy bitch, themself.

Dennis: I really enjoyed our lil talks and happy to help you figure out your rising sign. I wish that fire you had at the beginning of the game stayed lit.

Keith: I really hope you don’t hate me. I genuinely believed you played a great game and you would win if you got to the end. I worked my way in with Dennis, so that he would have more loyalty to me. I can say that after kindergarten, in comparison to my age. You’re the only little girl I am afraid off. Also I stan you for supporting Riley in the instant tribal that way you did and for your Kind heart. Queen Move.

Babs: Miss Country Costco, our vibes aligned from the moment we started to talk! You were a target from the jump, and rightfully so. You're a tough cookie, who still manages to smile and get a laugh out of the rest of us. Never change, except for the boiled peanut thing. Ew, you weirdo. LMAO ❤

Dennis: You’re an icon and my favorite person to have met. It has been fun to enable each other’s chaos and play this game messy. Super fun to strategize with you and our long talks were also a blast. Sorry that it ended the way that it did, but we will be friends after dis I know it :)

Keith: My fellow timezone challenged brother. Words are not enough to describe what an amazing human being you are. I am so grateful to have met you and can’t wait for the game to end so I get to talk to you. My connection with you may have taken more time to develop than with Dennis, But it was a true connection throughout. And no matter what people say, you played an amazing game and I really thought you could win in the end. Officially a lifetime member of the Kenneth Fan Club.Miss Country Costco, our vibes aligned from the moment we started to talk! You were a target from the jump, and rightfully so. You're a tough cookie, who still manages to smile and get a laugh out of the rest of us. Never change, except for the boiled peanut thing. Ew, you weirdo. LMAO ❤

Babs: My dear cousin in colonization, there should've been a final 4, and that's the truth. But, as most things go, that's just not the fantasy that played out irl. Your vibes are fantastic, and I love a gay who laughs at every thing I do. It boosts my ego. Really, it does. Keep in touch!

Dennis: I truly felt like sometimes we were the same person. I’ve appreciated and admired your ability to strategize and critically think. You’re one hell of a game player and I wish you had won an immunity or two because I know how bad you wanted it. I know you’re gonna shine in every org that you play because you are a king. You are a kitty cat. You are zaddy.

#rites of passage

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chibi-honey-cake · 4 years ago

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5. Brush [Voretober 2020]

Female Fox(Animal) Spirit x Multiple Prey Vore (Post-vore, aftercare)

Contains: Soft Vore, Open-Ended Vore, Half-Size Vore, Female Pred, Animal/Furry Pred, Multiple Prey, Implied Fearplay, Aftercare Word Count: 1K

Ellie sighed as she wiped her forehead. This looked so much like Marin had just- traipsed through a field, a forest, and the neighbor's garden for good measure. Burrs, leaves, small branches, dirt, and a few flowers were stuck down in her auburn fur. This was a mess.

"Where the heck have you been?" Ellie asked, watching as the larger fox sat back with a smile. Just as Marin opened her muzzle to speak, Ellie waved her off. "You know what? No. I don't wanna know."

"Aww, but it was such a fun time!" Marin's smile only widened as she batted a paw lazily, "Running through the woods, toying with some prey, having a good meal, enjoying the scenery-"

"You're aware I'm not letting you in the house like that," The smaller human deadpanned.

"Well, why do you think I'm waiting out here?" Marin fired back with that same smirk, "Help me out so I can come in."

Ellie sighed, placing her hand over her face, "Why can't you shift into that smaller form and take a bath?"

"Ew, you know I hate baths," the fox spirit snipped, then lowered herself onto her paws, "C'mon, please? You know I'll come in anyway and then you'll just be stuck cleaning the floors. I'm only asking for a little favor."

The redhead sighed, running her hand through her locks. "Alright," she grumbled as she turned to the house, "Why did I have to get bound to this scourge of a fox demon?"

"I'm a spirit, not a demon, thank you," Marin preened as she laid down to wait for her friend.

=-=-=-=-=

Ellie sat next to the larger fox, gently picking and combing through the thick fur to remove as much debris as she could. Marin chirped a soft sound of satisfaction, clearly enjoying the attention. The young woman sat in silence, carefully grooming her friend. She was done with her sides and back, so it was just a matter of brushing underneath.

"Thank you for your help," the fox chirped, nudging the smaller human with her nose, "One last place." The fox rolled over onto her side, exposing her white underbelly. Marin hummed softly, smiling in her own mischievous way. "Be a dear and help me with this?" she cooed.

Ellie rolled her eyes, reaching out to brush the thinner fur. This was always the softest and easiest part to groom, but of course Ellie had to tend to the fox's belly. After a day of hunting, Marin always had a belly heavy with wriggling prey. It was just another antic that Ellie was used to around the fox spirit, just one of those things that Marin did. Honestly, Ellie didn't know a lot about these 'hunting sessions' and she wasn't sure she wanted to ask at this point.

The redhead began brushing silently, trying not to pay too much attention to the obvious. But it was impossible to ignore, especially when the surface of her belly rippled and bumped with struggles inside. Ellie could hear more than one voice inside, obscured through layers of fat, skin, and fur. Was that- two or three? Perhaps more? She wasn't sure, they were too muffled for her to make out past the soft gurgling inside.

"Admiring something?" Marin's teasing voice drew Ellie out of her idle thoughts. Only then did the young woman realize that she had halted in her grooming and had just been staring at her shifting belly.

"N-NO!" Ellie huffed, continuing her grooming quickly. But it was too late and Marin was already grinning.

"Oh now you finally show your true colors~" Marin purred, "Go on, you're gonna have to groom there anyway."

Ellie pouted, refusing to listen briefly even though it was true. She let out a slow sigh, pushing herself to inch closer to the round of the swollen belly. Maybe she could get it over with quickly. Carefully she began brushing the short fur of her tummy, trying to disregard the thumping and protests inside.

She knew that Marin wasn't harming these people; she'd seen Marin eat a person once before and he was fine afterward. ...Didn't seem to remember anything suspicious, though. But other than that, Ellie didn't really ask questions. She just let Marin do what she wanted when it came to food- because really, who could stop a gigantic fox spirit like this? ...And also Ellie was certain that if she had to feed Marin regularly, she'd eat them out of house and home. So these 'hunts' that the fox went on were a win/win at this point.

"Ah, thank you so much," Marin purred as Ellie finished up quickly. She rolled to her paws, stretching dramatically down and arching so that her belly remained off of the ground. "Mmm, it feels great to be clean. You always know how to make me feel like a young kit."

Ellie shook her head, trudging to the door to open it for the both of them. "Whatever, floof. You just know I won't let you in with half a forest stuck in your fur."

"You're not built for the aloof act, dear," Marin smirked as she padded into the open door. For good measure, her large fluffy tail 'accidentally' grazed Ellie's face. The human spluttered, wiping some of the reddish fur from her face as Marin chuckled inside.

It didn't take long for the two of them to settle in with some dessert in front of the TV. Marin silently curled around Ellie as they both enjoyed some store-bought cookies, falling into a comfortable silence together. Ellie hesitated, still wary of the fox's prey-laden belly... But if she was being honest with herself... She didn't actually mind too much. Sure, it was strange to her and she was still trying to get used to the idea... But Marin was nothing but teasing and silly with her. She trusted this big, fluffy fox more than she wanted to voice.

Instead, she leaned back against the firm body of the fox without a word, Ellie and Marin sharing in the other's presence. They were stuck with each other and snarked at each other constantly, but they both enjoyed the other's company.

#voretober #voretober 2020 #chibi writes a thing #v.ore #soft vore #open ended vore #half size vore #female pred #furry pred #animal pred?#Multiple Prey #implied Fearplay #aftercare #I don't know if this counts as feral #I'm not keen on feral but I like the idea of a sentient spirit in the shape of a fox?#Is this weird guys?

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yungimmortals · 5 years ago

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ship meme for (beck/koda) (ellie/koda) (graves/sadie)

k o d a & b e c k

always wins when they play Trivia Crack

beck, he’s got more general knowledge i think.

laughs when their partner trips on something

koda could trip over air but i feel like beck would make sure she was okay? she laughs if he trips though, as long as he’s not hurt

would drop ice down the back of the other’s shirt as a joke

koda, but beck would immediately get her back

spoils the ending of books/movies

koda for sure, just chattering on about the things she’s seen or read, without even thinking to ask if beck’s seen them. she’d feel awful once she realized and make apology cookies or something sweet

always posts a picture of the other as their MCM or WCW

renee is koda’s wcw forever sorry beck

eats the last piece of cake in the fridge before the other can have it

koda would take the last piece and bring it to beck while he’s working

obnoxiously celebrates Monday Punday every week

beck, he kinda has a dad joke vibe. koda would be cracking up from all the puns

makes loving hack posts on the other’s Facebook/Instagram/Tumblr/Twitter etc

koda 100% does this, but i could see beck doing it once or twice!

has to beat their partner in every game

beck 100%

keeps their partner up half the night talking about random stuff

koda

eats too much garlic and tries to kiss their partner anyway

koda probably? but the idea of beck doing this is too funny though

k o d a & e l l i e always wins when they play Trivia Crack

ellie!

laughs when their partner trips on something

both of them laugh at the other but also immediately help each other up

would drop ice down the back of the other’s shirt as a joke

koda bc she’s a brat. ellie would prob get her back though

spoils the ending of books/movies

sigh koda does and just like with beck, it’s not on purpose. she feels bad about it and comes up with elaborate ways to make it up to her sister

always posts a picture of the other as their MCM or WCW

koda starts #mkm (morph kid mondays) as soon as she gets back and posts pictures of her siblings asleep in random places using strange things as pillows/blankets

eats the last piece of cake in the fridge before the other can have it

debatable. probably goes more like this: “you have the last slice” “no you have the last slice” “no you-” and then chase walks out of the kitchen, holding the last piece of cake and a fork, oblivious

obnoxiously celebrates Monday Punday every week

both of them omg i feel like all the morph kids are pun kings. they have to be with all those hawaiian shirts and midday naps

makes loving hack posts on the other’s Facebook/Instagram/Tumblr/Twitter etc

koda, except she stages it as close up pictures of the killers or of her cat, soup, and writes “meow” instead of “hacked” and if you don’t think she hasn’t laughed so hard she’s started wheezing about this, you’re wrong

has to beat their partner in every game

ellie! koda’s fairly competitive but also has the attention span of a squirrel

keeps their partner up half the night talking about random stuff

koda! for a child of morpheus, she doesn’t sleep that much but she can talk for hours and definitely keeps her siblings up. especially if she and ellie are venting to each other

eats too much garlic and tries to kiss their partner anyway

they’re sisters so they wouldn’t kiss but koda would 100% be like “ellie did i eat too much garlic?” and breathe in ellie’s direction lmao

g r a v e s & s a d i e always wins when they play Trivia Crack

a fairly even match i think? but sadie wins more often!

laughs when their partner trips on something

sadie laughs at cam because he’s too busy talking animatedly to her about some cryptid shit and he trips on the sidewalk regularly

would drop ice down the back of the other’s shirt as a joke

i feel like they’d both do this? but graves would do it and run

spoils the ending of books/movies

graves, accidentally assuming sadie had already read/seen it

always posts a picture of the other as their MCM or WCW

graves is the person to post photos of his friends all the time, especially being like “my WCW this week is...” so he’s 100% doin this

eats the last piece of cake in the fridge before the other can have it

sadie. graves would never do this - he’s learned from his sisters that if there is only one piece left and no one told him it was his, do not touch it under any circumstances

obnoxiously celebrates Monday Punday every week

i feel like they could go pun for pun until they’re laughing to hard to tell anymore

makes loving hack posts on the other’s Facebook/Instagram/Tumblr/Twitter etc

both of them! but graves just posts awful close up photos of his face on sadie’s social media with the caption “hacked”....every time. sadie is a little more creative

has to beat their partner in every game

they’re both competitive, but sadie is literally the child of the goddess of victory and you KNOW she beats graves every time.

keeps their partner up half the night talking about random stuff

depends on the night, but it ends with one of them trailing off, realizing the other fell asleep 10 minutes prior lmao

eats too much garlic and tries to kiss their partner anyway

gods, it’s graves. and sadie just shoves his face away with her hand and says “desgostang”

#m: koda #godlyborn #koda&beck #koda&ellie #m: graves #graves&sadie #ask meme #obnoxious ships ask

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eriklehnsherrific · 6 years ago

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in honor of the apush exam on friday

the apush exam is on friday so here is the ongoing list of quotes my classmates and I have been keeping since october:

“Yee-oh man farmers”-Will, 10/17/18

“Leaving out Will?! That’s like vote-kicking Canada!!” - Josh 10/17/18

“Elecatorical college”- Rishon, 10/17/18

“The Alien and Sedation Act”- Rishon, 10/17/18

“What is really really really significant about the political changes was”- Rishon, 10/18/18

“This class is the class that will destroy you” - Megan, 10/19/18

“‘I don’t want to work hard for him, he’s not smiling’”- Mr. Brown, 10/19/18

“I don’t even know what that means, but lets get it” - Rishon, 10/19/18

“My stomach is like...hungry” - Rishon 10/19/18

“Hey Ethan, do you have reading due tomorrow for Catch the Rider? (Catcher in the Rye)” - Rishon, 10/22/18

“If you can confuse the reader, then you are winning” - Will, 10/22/l18

“Is that a letter of the alphabet or, like… a physical letter?” - Ethan, 10/23/18

“Who can use their tail-hand the best?” Logan Durant, 10/26/18

“Nothing like sucking up a week before end of the quarter” Mr. Brown, 10/26/18

“Mr. Brown, I’m deeply hurt”-Ethan

“That’s okay”-Mr. Brown 10/26/18

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Wait, no no no no… no… no… just... no” Rishon, 10/26/18

“I’m not going to risk wrinkling my suit!” - Ethan 10/29/18

“You can’t suppress poor people” - Josh 11/5/18

(Answers a question on slavery) “what did I just say?” -Will 11/7/18

“Do we need more analyzing? What is the level of analyzation we need?” - Sophia 11/7/18

“Is cotton edible?”- Ethan 11/8/18

“Hope! It gives them hope” - Josh 11/8/18

“What if we use Kansas as symbolism for the US?” - Josh 11/9/18

“Are there any fish that blow themselves up?” - Ethan 11/14/18

“How are crabs terrorists?” - Ethan 11/14/18

“Good ol’ slap stick” (During the Birth of the Nation) - Joel 11/16/18

“That doesn’t mean that honey mustard, barbecue, and mayo are not relevant” - Rishon (during class meeting) 11/20/18

“Snowfile”-Will 11/26/18

“What is manifest destiny?” -Mr. Brown “Ties into a lot of god and stuff” -Will 11/27/18

*Josh dabs at the mention of Nazism* - Josh, 11/28/18

“The plural of wheat is wheats” - Ethan 11/28/18

“Wheats is my favorite word” - Ethan 11/30/18

“I don’t know where I was going with that [rambling for 2 minutes] but . . . It was hard” - Rishon 12/3/18

“America, domes and wheats” - Lisa, 12/3/18

“You get wheat. Farmers have a lot of wheat. Wheats, if you will. Starting with big agriculture, farmers have lots of wheats. Wheatses!” - Josh/Joel, 12/3/18

“YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE!” - Josh, 12/11/18

“Stealing is fun”-Ethan, 12/13/18

“Ellis Island is like the TSA but the stakes are higher” - Josh, 12/13/18

“Austria-Hungaria” - Joel, 12/14/18

“MIchael Pheleps” - Rishon 12/18/18

“Can we bring cookies?”-Afra“sure if I don’t know about it”- Mr. Brown 12/18/18

“So its bad...it’s not good” -Rishon 12/20/18

“...you just cut me off to say you don’t know?” - Mr. Brown 12/20/18

“Joel are you balding?” - Ethan 12/20/18

“Simpleton sandwich: two pieces of bread, one slice of cheese” -Will 12/20/18

“So I called my historical critique ‘The Frontier Thesis is a piece of trash and so is Frederick Jackson Turner’ to make myself angry, but I forgot to change it before I submitted it. So the official title was ‘The Frontier Thesis is a piece of trash and so is Frederick Jackson Turner’”-Lisa 12/20/18

I can’t put the picture in here but Rishon deadass thought Ellis Island was called both Essil and Easter Island

“100 dollars… you can buy two fishtanks with that!” -Will 1/3/19

“But I don’t want you to get the idea that they just sent legions of young people down into the mines and said ‘1...2...3…’, and then they sneezed and out came the gold and the silver.” -Mr. Brown 1/4/19

“What type of currency is the United States’ dollar?”-Mr. Brown “Imaginary”-Josh 1/4/19

“We don’t heat our house with the oven, Rishon!”-Ethan, 1/7/19

“How do deaf people program?” -Will 1/9/19

“Say your sorrys”-Rishon 1/9/19

“When your father asks you if you wanna be an arborist…” -Ethan 1/9/19

“ save the kisses for your future wife”-Rishon“ I don't have a future wife”- Will 1/9/19

“Her husband… was like… her chicken” -Lisa, 1/10/19

“William Taft is more like a sourdough loaf”-Aliya 1/11/19

“She Rishoned it”-Mr. Brown, 1/11/19

“John Rolphee”-Rishon 1/15/19

“Give me liberty or give me education” - Josh 1/15/19

“I love how you are holding hands. You can’t do that on the test, but it’s cute”-Mr. Brown “No, that wasn’t… ok”-Rishon, 1/16/19

“If we annex Hawaii, we can stop Pearl Harbor”-Ethan 1/30/19

“The HawaYEET Act” - Logan 1/30/19

“When I read it, I was like, ‘wow’” -Afra 1/31/19

“The big whack”- Ethan 1/31/19

“It will be like the Second World War...except we’ll win this time…” - Megan 1/31/19

“We should colonize Russia so we can rule the world!” - Megan German 1/31/19

“And the politicians are like ‘I can oppress my people now!�� Then WHAM! Right back at ya!” - Ethan 1/31/19

“Note to self, Mr. Brown does not like aliens”- Will 2/1/19

“Treaty of Guadeloup”- Will, 2/1/19

*after falling asleep at 11:30 with book in hand* “these are naysayers” -Ethan (date unknown

)“What was the name of the international organization for workers that had a really funny name?”-Mr. Brown “The Comintern!”-Will 2/12/18

“If you go to QCC you are a KKK member”-Tom 2/12/18

“America was suffering but luckily Pearl Harbor came to the rescue”-Josh 2/12/18

(On rabbit bashing) “Can this be equated to playing a father-son game of catch?”-Ethan, 2/13/18

(On The Dust Bowl) “It’s like Christmas, but not fun” Will 2/27/19

“And the banks gave loans to… which also happened in 2008 or so…?” - Mr. Brown “Terrorists?” - Josh 2/2/7

“Rishon is that a juice box you’re drinking?”- Mr. Brown*Everyone looks back* “Nah, he’s just drinking chocolate milk”- Ethan 3/5/19

“Did the water get intoxicated?” Rishon 3/12/19

“He’s a comfy man”-Ethan, talking about Will’s shoulder 3/21/19

Ethan: “Can I go to the bathroom?” Mr. Brown: “So you can get out of doing work?” Ethan: “Of course not!” Mr. Brown:“Are you going to go vape?” 3/29/19

“We need a Google Doc Renaissance”-Will 3/29/19

“ Mr. Brown can I go to the bathroom?”-Ethan “Why, so you can juul?”-Mr.Brown

“It’s like an in class field trip, but not fun” -will 4/1/19

Afra: *Making the Unit 6 map on the board *Mr. Brown: “On the board, write methods” Afra: *writes ‘Meth’*4/5/19

“Scums” Rishon 4/3/19

“Look at how big Reagan’s gavel is!” - Ethan

“Big Gavel Energy”-Lisa 4/10/19 “BGE” -Ethan

“Barack Obama. I was trying to remember his first name”-Stefanie 4/29/19

“My life can be summed up into two parts: pre depression and depression” -Stefanie “My life before and after APUSH”-Sufana 4/29/19

“Manifest Destiny. Manifestiny”-Sufana 4/29/19

“I’m going to make it prettier this time. I’m going to make it horizontal.” - Lisa 4/29/19

“This class has a very strange dynamic. Half of us are depressed and the other half would make Narcissus look insecure.” - Sufana 4/27/19

“Battle of Yemen (Yorktown)” -Rishon 4/29/19

“The John Smith Era”-Rishon 4/29/19

“Big Stick Diplomacy”-Mr Brown “Big Stick Energy”-Stefanie 4/30/19

“We will talk about dictators and leaders of genocide, but not bad actors” Mr. Brown (About Nicolas Cage) 4/30/19

“National Treasure is one of my favorite movies and one of my family’s favorite movies. We’ve watched it more than eight times probably” - Stefanie “Wow. Now I’ve lost all my respect for both you AND your family” - Mr. Brown 4/30/19

“Our APUSH class is just one big support group” - Stefanie (5/1/19)

“1908 supreme court case that gave women a 10 hour work day”- Mr. Brown“Women v United States? Just kidding that’s every day”-Megan 5/7/19

i’m sure we’ll say more dumb shit once the exam is over. for now, happy testing and goodluck!

#apush #apush me off a cliff #apush quotes #quotes from my life #i did this instead of studying for this very exam #be proud of me #shitpost #tag yourself

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ourmrmel · 6 years ago

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Mel Feller, MPA, MHR. Shares Quotes to Charge the Entrepreneurial Spirit

Mel is the President/Founder of Mel Feller Seminars with Coaching for Success 360, Inc. and Mel Feller Coaching. Mel Feller maintains offices in Texas and in Utah.

Quotes. Entrepreneurs are fascinated with them. They spark our creativity, motivate us to action, and inspire us to greatness. They offer us insights into the spirit behind innovation and genius. In addition, they act as fuel to the fire that burns deep within every true entrepreneur.

The quotes below are, in Mel Feller’s opinion, some of the best of the best. They come from authors, poets, inventors, scholars, and entrepreneurs – all legends in their own rights. So jot them down on Post-it notes and decorate your workspace. Grab red lipstick and write them in sweeping letters across your mirrors. Pick your favorite and brand it on your…palm. The right words at the right time can be paramount to your success, so do whatever it takes to keep inspiration nearby.

“If you don’t design your own life plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s plan. And guess what they have planned for you? Not much.” Jim Rohn, Entrepreneur, Author, Motivational Speaker

“In life and business, there are two cardinal sins: The first is to act without thought, and the second is to not act at all.” – Carl Icahn, Investor and Entrepreneur

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” Ralph Waldo Emerson, Poet

“A business has to be involving, it has to be fun, and it has to exercise your creative instincts.” – Richard Branson, Entrepreneur

“Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes; work never begun.” – Christina Rossetti, Author

“Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.” Williams Jenning Bryan, Politician and three-time Presidential candidate

“Watch, listen, and learn. You can’t know it all yourself. Anyone who thinks they do is destined for mediocrity.” – Donald Trump, Business Mogul

“High expectations are the key to everything.” – Sam Walton, Entrepreneur

“The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.” – Vidal Sassoon, Entrepreneur

“Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.” William Butler Yeats, Poet

“I know the price of success: dedication, hard work, and an unremitting devotion to the things you want to see happen.” - Frank Lloyd Wright, Architect and Entrepreneur

“Opportunity is missed by most because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.” – Thomas Alva Edison, Inventor and Entrepreneur

“If you work just for money, you’ll never make it, but if you love what you’re doing and you always put the customer first, success will be yours.” – Ray Kroc, Entrepreneur

“The secret of success is constancy to purpose.” – Benjamin Disraeli, Author, Politician and Scholar

“How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone.” – Coco Chanel, Entrepreneur

“A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him.” - David Brinkley, Newscaster

“I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite.” – G. K. Chesterton, Author

“Those who try to do something and fail are infinitely better than those who try nothing and succeed.” Lloyd Jones

“I’ve missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life and that is why I succeed.” – Michael Jordan, Basketball Legend and Entrepreneur

“Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.” - Thomas Alva Edison, Inventor and Entrepreneur

“Not doing more than the average is what keeps the average down.” - William M. Winans, Clergyman

“Six essential qualities that are the key to success: Sincerity, personal integrity, humility, courtesy, wisdom, charity.” William Menninger, Entrepreneur

“My will shall shape the future. Whether I fail or succeed shall be no one’s doing but my own. I am the force. I can clear any obstacle before me or I can be lost in the maze. My choice. My responsibility. Win or lose; only I hold the key to my destiny.” - Elaine Maxwell, Author

“It is common sense to take a method and try it. If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt, 32nd American President

“You can’t build a reputation on what you’re going to do.” - Henry Ford, Entrepreneur

“The young do not know enough to be prudent, and therefore they attempt the impossible — and achieve it, generation after generation.” - Pearl S. Buck, Author

“It is on our failures that we base a new and different and better success.” – Havelock Ellis, Physician and Author

“Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.” - Goethe

“With courage you will dare to take risks, have the strength to be compassionate, and the wisdom to be humble. Courage is the foundation of integrity.” - Keshavan Nair, Author – Gandhi Biographer

“To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.” - Anatole France, Poet

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T. S. Eliot, Author

“Some people have thousands of reasons why they cannot do what they want to, when all they need is one reason why they can.” Willis R. Whitney, American Chemist

“For every failure, there’s an alternative course of action. You just have to find it. When you come to a roadblock, take a detour.” - Mary Kay Ash, Entrepreneur

“Whether you think you can or you can’t, you are usually right.” -Henry Ford

“If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves” -Thomas Edison

“There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson

“We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret or disappointment.” Jim Rohn

“I demolish my bridges behind me… then there is no choice but to move forward.” — Fridtjof Nansen

“The best way to predict the future is to invent it.” — Alan Kay

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.” — Michelangelo

“Not everyone who chased the zebra caught it, but he who caught it chased it.” — South African proverb

“The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.” — Walt Disney

“In my mind, I’ve always been an A-list Hollywood superstar. Y’all just didn’t know yet.” — Will Smith

“Don’t worry about people stealing your ideas. If it’s original, you’ll have to ram it down their throats.” — Howard Aiken

“I couldn’t wait for success, so I went ahead without it.” — Jonathan Winters

“It’s not that I’m so smart, it’s just that I stay with problems longer.” — Albert Einstein

“There is no elevator to success. You have to take the stairs.” — Unknown

“It’s not what you are that holds you back. It’s what you think you’re not.”

- Denis Waitley

“The time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.”

- John F. Kennedy

“Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.” - John le Carre

This one came from a fortune cookie, but it sure is poignant: “Affirm it, visualize it, believe it, and it will actualize itself” (And if you’re curious, the “Learn Chinese” word on the back is Mian, meaning Inside.)

“Think it, write it, act on it, stick to the process; count your wins or losses and repeat the process.” This is the whole duty of an entrepreneur. – Ajaero Tony Martins

“All our dreams can come true – if we have the courage to pursue them.” – Walt Disney

“There comes a time in every man’s life, and I’ve had plenty of them.” Casey Stengel

“Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve!” –Napoleon Hill

“A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him.” – David Brinkley

“I demolish my bridges behind me… then there is no choice but to move forward.” — Fridtjof Nansen

“I celebrate failure – it can temper your character and pave the way for great achievement” - Kamran Elahian, Serial Entrepreneur

“It takes 20 years to build a reputation and five minutes to ruin it. If you think about that, you’ll do things differently.” - Warren Buffett

“The best way to predict the future is to invent it.” — Alan Kay

“Be like a postage stamp. Stick to it until you get there.” – Bob Proctor

“A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him.” – David Brinkley

“People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing.” - Dale Carnegie

“Coming together is a beginning. Keeping together is progress. Working together is success.” -Henry Ford

“Try not to become a man of success but a man of value.” -Albert Einstein

“Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not.” - George Bernard Shaw

“Watch, listen, and learn. You cannot know it all yourself. Anyone who thinks they do is destined for mediocrity.” – Donald Trump

“I do not fear failure. I only fear the “slowing up” of the engine inside of me which is pounding, saying, “Keep going, someone must be on top, why not you?”” -General Patton

“The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all!” – Richard Branson

“I believe you can train yourself to become a positive thinker, but you must cultivate a desire to develop the skill of setting personal worthy and realistic goals. I am so thoroughly convinced that if we don’t set goals in our life and learn how to master the technique of living to reach our goals, we can reach a ripe old age and look back on our life only to see that we reached but a small part of our full potential. When you learn to master the principle of setting a goal, you will then be able to make a great difference in the results you attain in this life.” -M. Russell Ballard

“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.”- Ayn Rand

“Quality is the best business plan.” -John Lasseter (Pixar Animation Studios Inc.)

“The critical ingredient is getting off your butt and doing something. It’s as simple as that. A lot of people have ideas, but there are few who decide to do something about them now. Not tomorrow. Not next week. But today. The true entrepreneur is a doer, not a dreamer.”

- Nolan Bushnell, founder of Atari and Chuck E. Cheese’s

“Innovation is the specific tool of entrepreneurs, the means by which they exploit change as an opportunity for a different business or a different service. It is capable of being presented as a discipline, capable of being learned, capable of being practiced. Entrepreneurs need to search purposefully for the sources of innovation, the changes and their symptoms that indicate opportunities for successful innovation. And they need to know and to apply the principles of successful innovation.”

- Peter F. Drucker, “The Father of Modern Management”

“BE the change you want to see in the world” - Mahatma Gandhi

“When you’re born the world rejoice, while you cry. Live life in such a way that when you die the world cry, while you rejoice” – Robin Sharma

“Your life is your story, what kind of character are you going to be?” - David Archuleta

“Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself” - William Faulkner

“If you believe you can, you probably can. If you believe you won’t, you most assuredly won’t. Belief is the ignition switch that gets you off the launching pad.” - Denis Waitley

“Never doubt that a small group of committed people can CHANGE THE WORLD. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has” – Margaret Mead

“They who laugh at others with dreams have to look at themselves and realize they laugh because they’re too scared to try” -Louie Ortega

“The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotion, spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who have never tasted victory or defeat.” - Theodore Roosevelt

Mel Feller, MPA, MHR, is a well-known real estate, business consultant, personal development consultant and speaker, specializing in performance, productivity, and profits. Mel is the President/Founder of Mel Feller Seminars with Coaching For Success 360, Inc. and Mel Feller Coaching, a real estate and business specific coaching company. His three books for real estate professionals are systems on how to become an exceptional sales performer. His four books in Business and Government Grants are ways to leverage and increase your business Success in both time and money! His book on Personal Development “Lies that Will Sabotage Your Success”. Mel Feller is in Texas and In Utah. Currently an MBA Candidate.

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pikapikaprecure · 6 years ago

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Pikapika☆Precure Under The Big Top episode 3- Merchandise saves the day!? Return of Takura’s robots!

“Félicité Bow!“ Jubilee summoned her weapon, and fired her arrows, being careful not to get hit by anything. She stepped back, and held her weapon in the air, as did Carnival, Cheer and Parade. “Pretty Cure Cirque Charge!”

The enemy had been defeated, or so the girls thought.

“Miss Adachi! Miss Adachi!”

It was Suzume’s math teacher, Mrs. Kagabu. “Will you answer this question please?”

“Oh! uhhh,” Suzume looked to her notes “forty-nine.”

“Correct.”

Suzume had never been a daydreamer, but lately this Pretty Cure thing had been taking up a lot of her mind lately. She was constantly thinking about who would attack next. It really stressed her out, but at least she could vent to Ellie. Just not in school. She would have to wait until she got home, and that she did.

As soon as she stepped into her house, Suzume ran into her room, and unattached Ellie from her backpack. “I’m nervous,” she said, without hesitation.

“About what-oh. That’s completely normal. Any Earthling would be.”

“I mean, I think we’re gonna win, but what if we all die?”

“You won’t die, I promise.”

“You better fucking mean that.”

“I do.”

“Good.”

No more than a minute later, Emica burst into the room, sitting on her bed. “Suzu! Suzu! Suzu! Suzu!”

Suzume let out an exasperated sigh. “Whaaaaat?”

“I promised my friend Kaede I would come to her house today! She got toys for the new Precure team, and I wanna see!”

“Is it really that important to you?”

“Yes!!! Please?”

“Ugh, fine. Get out of uniform first, though.”

“No! I want to go NOW!”

“Fine, then. Let’s go NOW. Come on, come on, come on.” Suzume picked up her sister and brought her downstairs. Then, she pushed her out the door, slamming it behind her. “We’re gonna walk to Kaede’s now, let’s go.”

Luckily, Kaede’s house was just two blocks away. Kaede was already sitting on the porch, that crappy merchandise in a pile on her lap. Suzume always hated Precure merch, but now that she was the one being commercialized off of, she despised it even more. “Yeah, have fun,” she told her sister, walking off to go back home.

“Boo!”

Suzume turned around. Tamiko was right behind her.

“Were you following me?”

“No, just found you. I live right across the street. Wanna hang out at my place for a little while? Or we could go to the rink or something.”

Suzume was shocked. Did this girl, who hated her for a pretty long time, just invite her over? “Is this some sort of practical joke?”

“Nope!”

“But I thought you hated me...”

Tamiko started cracking up. “You seriously fell for that?”

“For what?”

“Me hating you! It’s all just for attention! Now that we’re not in public, we can be friends!”

“I’m not even that popular, you made me so mad I called you a-”

“If I went for anyone more popular, everyone would hate me.”

Suzume was not having it, so she continued on her walk home, too angry to notice Tamiko’s visible disappointment.

When Suzume got home, she immediately went to her room to check on Ellie, who was fast asleep until the door was opened. “Suzume!” Ellie squealed. “Wanna go to the circus and practice your magic?”

“Um, why the hell not? Should we get the others?”

“Of course! You know where they live?”

“Well I worked on a project with Airi once, so I know where she lives. None of the others, though.”

“Well let’s go to Airi’s.” And that they did. When the pair got to her front door, Airi’s mother answered. “Uhh, hey...” Suzume told her, strategically hiding Ellie, who forgot to go to keychain form, behind her back. “I’m Suzume, from Airi’s class. We’re working on something together, uhh, I don’t know if she told you but we need to go survey people all over Horitori for a study. You know where she is?”

“Yep! She’s in her room. Want me to grab you girls some to go snacks?”

“That would be so nice of you! Please do!”

Not more than a minute later, Airi was downstairs, with a bag of cookies. She closed the door, immediately addressing Suzume. “What is this town survey and why haven’t I been told about it?”

Suzume gestured to the compact peeking out of Airi’s purse.

“Oh,” Airi replied. “I know where Aina lives, she’s just up the block. Should we go get her?”

“Of course!” Ellie answered.

So, the trio went to Aina’s house, only to be stopped by Aina herself. “Yeah, I figured you’d be around here, let’s go.”

“Are you psychic?” Airi asked.

“Nope! Just got a good sense of what’s going on. Where’s Noa?”

“No idea,” Suzume answered.

“We’ll probably find her,” Aina said. “Let’s get going.”

Airi hesitated. “Are you so sure we should just-”

“Yep.” Aina replied. “Are we going or not?”

Aina was right. Noa was found outside the park on the way over. The group made their way to the circus, where Stripe and Whiskers were waiting for them, weapons in hand. Airi was about to put her key in her compact.

“Not yet!” Stripe yelled. “First, you must familiarize yourself with your weapons.” Whisker handed the weapons to their respective owners.

“Alright Aina, you first.”

Aina held up the Bonheur Wand.

“Pikapika Dream Blast!!”

Aina repeated.

Meanwhile, Airi and Noa were working with Stripe to learn spells with the Chanceux Sword and the Fête Ribbon.

On the other side of the tent, Ellie was having a hard time teaching Suzume how to use the Félicité Bow. Suzume was also confused, she seemed to do good with it the other day. Maybe she needed to be transformed? Now that Suzume thought of it, she didn’t fire too much, it was mostly used for that group attack. Either way, she was having a hard time. Ellie painted a target onto a nearby prop to see if that would help with aim. It didn’t. Both of them were frustrated.

“Alright Suzume,” Ellie said. “I didn’t think you would have such a hard time. Try again.”

Suzume tried again, and for the tenth time, the arrow landed on the floor. “I quit.”

“No! Don’t quit! Keep trying. Here, I’ll give you some tips. See all those stars?” Ellie gestured to the star pattern on the bow’s handle. Those will give you better grip. Try holding the bow from those.”

Suzume did so.

“Stand with your feet apart. Be very careful near the arrow. Take a deep breath, and fire!”

Suzume followed Ellie’s instructions. She prepared to fire, but there was a sudden, loud rip in the circus tent. Suzume ran to see what caused the rip, and the fairies followed her. It was Indigo, along with two other, identical robots.

Same pale white metal, same small, bright red eyes, same otherworldly vibe. Suzume just assumed that all of Takura’s robots are the same, the only difference was power, because aren’t the bad guys supposed to get more powerful? At least that’s what Emica and her friends say.

The three robots grabbed onto Airi, Aina, and Noa. Luckily, there wasn’t another to grab Suzume, so she helped push them out so the four girls could transform together.

“Magic circus jubilee change!“

“Magic circus carnival change!”

“Magic circus parade change!”

“Magic circus cheer change!”

“For the happiness of the world! The Pretty Cure of beauty and grace! Cure Jubilee!”

“For the happiness of the world! The Pretty Cure of bravery and friendship! Cure Carnival!“

“For the happiness of the world! The Pretty Cure of creativity and love! Cure Parade!”

“For the happiness of the world! The Pretty Cure of peace and hope! Cure Cheer!”

The Cures begun to chase the robots, until they were in the middle of the street. They kept on going until they were right by Kaede’s house. Jubilee would have kept going but she saw Kaede on her balcony, cheering. She went inside and came out with Emica. “Hey, look, we’ve got fans!” Carnival whispered to the others. Jubilee knew that to Emica, seeing this fight live would be amazing. “I think we’ll stop here,” she told the rest of the group. Carnival ran over to the three robots, and repeatedly kicked them one by one. Jubilee joined in. When Parade also decided to join in, each girl took one robot. Cheer sat out for a minute, but eventually summoned her ribbon. “Pikapika golden tangle!” She called, which extended the ribbon to the robots and tied it around the three of them, with just enough time for the Cures to escape.

Indigo lifted his arm over the ribbon. It looked like he was going to do something, but he didn’t. He just waited.

Meanwhile, the girls decided it would be best to perform an attack.

“Chanceux Sword!”

“Bonheur Wand!”

“Félicité Bow!”

The four girls held their weapons in the air.

“Pretty Cure Cirque Cha-”

Indigo moved his hand, and moved the weapons into his possession.

“H-how...” Cheer stuttered.

Jubilee had a sudden realization. Emica said that Kaede had a lot of merchandise for “the new Precure team”, obviously referring to Jubilee and her teammates. These weapons might not be magical, but they could be what they need. “Hey!” Jubilee shouted up at the balcony. “You got any merch?”

“Yep!” Kaede responded.

“She has all the merch!!!” Emica exclaimed.

“Toss it down here!” Jubilee told the younger girls.

Kaede and Emica threw it all down.

“What are you doing?” Parade asked Jubilee.

“Just watch.” Jubilee grabbed the replica of her bow.

Cheer, catching on, grabbed the merchandise of her ribbon and tied it on Indigo’s hand and the traces of her real weapon.

Jubilee remembered what Ellie told her before.

“Stand with your feet apart. Be very careful near the arrow. Take a deep breath, and fire!”

Being very careful, Jubilee separated her feet and straightened her back. She held the arrow right by the star pattern on the handle, and fired!

That cheap plastic arrow seemed to have done the trick. It broke the invisible barrier keeping the weapons away from the Cures, and they could finally attack.

“Pretty Cure Cirque Charge!”

As soon as they spoke those words, all that was left of the robots was a pile of scrap metal. The girls gasped. They had defeated their first enemies.

Kaede and Emica came down to grab their merchandise, and with a lot of persuasion, got them to sign it. Much to Carnival’s pleasure and Jubilee’s dismay, a few selfies were also involved.

Emica looked up at the girls and smiled. “There’s a reason I love Precure so much.”

“And what would that be?” Parade asked.

“Moments like this! You guys always win, and defeat the bad guys! You keep our world safe! I wanna be like you one day.”

“And maybe one day you will,” Ellie said. “Thanks for your help.”

When Suzume got home, she was mor than happy to let Emica show off all the selfies she got, including a video of the Cures saying “Hi Suzume!” (That one was awkward.) Normally she would be annoyed, but, although Emica didn’t know it, she made her happy today. There was no better feeling than that.

#pikapika precure under the big top #precure #pretty cure #precure fandom #precure fanseries #pretty cure fanseries #fancure

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lemondropsonice · 7 years ago

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Hey sugar cubes! Not sure I am ready to crawl out of my con bubble yet, but maybe it is time to stick at least my little toe out ;) So here comes some rambling about Rome 2018 if you are interested - sorry for bad grammar and typos - you know me and English = work in progress *lol* And I will post some con pics and start a queue again soon (first cookie of this post goes to Lauren @secretsandgreeneyes for keeping my activity alive).

First of all tight hugs and some kisses for everyone who left me a cute little message before and during my trip to Rome! All my love to you for being so excited for and with me!!! Sharing all the fun makes it even better.

And let me tell you it was such a great and fun trip. Rome is freaking beautiful and there is still so much to explore. This year the Pantheon made me cry - besides many moments at the con ;)

I know there was a lot of wank during and after the con and to be honest it made me very sad and even mad. I get that everyone has different expectations and experiences and I think everyone has the right to complain about things or articulate criticism. But for me there is a right way to do it and one I can not accept. I won’t open up the whole topic again - there is no point in doing so now - but I wanna say that I will never stand for or understand all the hate and viciousness I stumbled upon. Staff and actors go out of their way (sometimes to a point they really do not have to - we saw that) to give everyone the best experience possible - in return they deserve the right to make it a great experience for themselves too - everyone wins so much more if there is some fun for everyone in the end.

Anyway - I wanna make this a positive post.

I am very thankful I had the chance to go back to Rome for a second year. Like last year the memories will make me smile for a long time. Knowing now how things go down made me much more relaxed this year and I even mastered the OPs I added to the whole experience (I hugged Jared Padalecki *screams* and maybe next year I get an other chance and master a Jensen hug *lol*). The jibcon staff is the cutest and loveliest in my eyes and I admire how they go through all the days with smiles on their faces while taming a crowd of “wild fangirls”. So thank you to the whole staff from the bottom of my heart for creating this magic bubble! You deserve all the hugs and cookies.

Also thank you to the amazing guests. It was very cool to see actors from different fandoms mix during panels and how they interact with each other. I had the loveliest autograph moments with Tom Ellis and David Giuntoli. And it was such a unique experience to see people like Brett Dalton or Manu Bennett during their panels. I watch AoS and used to watch Arrow, but seeing them live and on stage was a complete new experience for me and let me tell you - they rocked! Especially if they were thrown together for panels. So the JIBLAND days definitely brought their own awesome flavor to the mix.

And I guess I do not have to tell you how amazing our SPN cast is. Meeting and seeing them live even if it is for just a few minutes is such a delight even if you are a nervous wreck and can’t remember most of it after *lol* All my love to them for doing cons and giving it their all!!! I hope they know how happy they make most people.

The best moments get even better if you can share and experience them with amazing people, so here we go: First the tightest hugs and all my love to @dustydreamsanddirtyscars - you brought the con world to me and I will be forever thankful. You are the best copilot I could have for this week of endless bliss and our second round was as amazing as the first. Maybe even better because we added 365 more days of friendship to the mix. I hope the universe will gift us with another round ❤️ Also a huge thank you and tons of love and cookies to @trinity1975 We met Danny last year at the airport on our way back from Rome and kept in touch during the year. So when it was time to prep for jib9 she introduced Jenny and me to a group she knew from other cons. And they are such a lovely pack!! I heart you all. You are so kind and sweet and lovely and it was amazing to have you there to fangirl and for support. The tightest hugs for @fangirl1138 and the tumblrless rest of the pack! Big hugs go to @bold-sartorial-statement too. Therese, I am so happy I had the guts to talk to you this year. Thanks for the lovely convo in line for the j2 Op and sharing the excitement after. And big hugs for @sayurishiro. Even if we did not sit together during panels it was so lovely to have you there for all the rest again and my heart still aches a little remembering the moment we parted ways Sunday evening. Hope we’ll meet again next year! And last but not least a warm shout out to all my sugar cubes here who push me and support me and fangirl with me the whole year and without whom I never would have gone so far out of my comfort zone and missed out on this amazing experience! Love you all with all my heart!!! 💋

#jib9 #jibcon 2018 #rome adventures #littlemesmk

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aadics · 6 years ago

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★. 73 ( & MORE ! ) QUESTIONS WITH ADELINA MONJE:

BELOW ARE ##150 COMPLETED QUEENS THAT ARE BASED ON THE CHARACTER, ADELINA HERSELF. TOLD FROM A THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE, LEARN OF HER DISTINCT DETAILS, INNER WORKINGS & HOW SHE HAS COME TO BE.

1. if they were a candle, what scent would they be ? april showers. 2. what female celebrity do they wish was their sister ? mandy moore or reese witherspoon. 3. what male celebrity do they wish was their brother ? young hugh grant. 4. how old do they think they’ll be when they get married ? very young & she’ll learn. 5. how many countries have they been to ? zero. 6. what would they name their daughter if they had one ? billie or lucy. 7. what would they name their son if they had one ? elton, short being ellie or timothy, short being timmy. 8. what was their favorite tv show as a child ? between the lions. 9. what language, besides their native language, would they like to be fluent in ? french. 10. would they ever change their name ? if so, to what ? no, she actually appreciates her name as it was her father’s mother’s name & it’s the closest thing she has to her. 11. what was the last compliment they got ? you’re very pretty. 12. what is their favorite flavor of tea ? rosebud. 13. how did they find out that santa and the easter bunny weren’t real ? when she saw “santa” from one of the local stores changing out of his costume in an alley & removing his adhesive beard at the age of six. 14. what is their hogwarts house ? (recommended: take pottermore quiz) hufflepuff. 15. what tarot card are they ? (recommended: take this quiz) judgement card. 16. are they more of a marvel or dc fan ? she doesn’t really watch or read either, but marvel ? 17. who is their favorite superhero ? women. 18. everyone has a song that deeply reminds them of their childhood. what is theirs ? como la flor, selena quintallina. 19. what are the meanings of their first, middle, and last name ? adelina means noble & monje means monk. 20. have they ever stolen a street sign before ? definitely not. 21. what is their biggest pet peeve ? unmade beds. 22. if they were a month, what month would they be ? april. 23. what is their least favorite movie ? she can’t really say, as she hasn’t watched a movie she’s disliked. 24. what five movies would they bring with them if they were stuck on a deserted island ? that night, a walk to remember, breakfast at tiffanys, sound of music, & waitress. 25. out of all of the late night talk show hosts, who is their favorite ? she’s not an avid television watcher. 26. what are three things they are afraid of ? being forgotten, never fulfilling her dreams & running over something in the road & thinking it might have a kitten in it. 27. what was the first concert they went to ? never been. 28. is there a nickname that only their family calls them ? adie kind of originated from her father & hasn’t stopped since. 29. what side of the bed do they sleep on ? usually the middle, but it always shifts throughout the night. 30. what is their favorite comfort food ? mantecados. 31. what award shows do they watch ? the tonys. 32. do they have any weird body skills (example: being double jointed) ? she can raise each of her eyebrows one at a time. 33. if they drink coffee, what is their coffee order ? absolutely not. 34. what social media platforms do they have ? instagram & snapchat. 35. are they a cat or dog person ? both. 36. if they were a supernatural creature, what would they be ? an angel. 37. what show are they currently watching on netflix/hulu ? gilmore girls. 38. what is their favorite disney movie ? sleeping beauty. 39. do they wear any perfume or cologne ? perfume at her wrists & neck. 40. what genres of music do they listen to ? forties, fifties & sixties. 41. have they ever seen the bee movie ? yes. 42. what are their favorite memes ? older vines, maybe the guacamole video. 43. what celebrities do they share a birthday with ? her birthday is july eighteenth, so it appears vin diesel, nelson mandela & wendy williams to name a few. 44. what is their moon (zodiac) sign ? virgo. 45. which of the seven cardinal sins do they embody the most ? envy. 46. do they watch sports on television ? if so what ones ? occasionally baseball, the la dodgers were her father’s favorite. 47. what do they put on their typical sandwich ? usually it’s a grilled cheese & just the cheese. 48. what was the name of their first significant other ? michael. 49. do they care if people think badly of them ? immensely. 50. what was the last thing that made them cry ? just about anything, she’s an easy crier. probably just the sunset, or a duck. 51. are they an iphone or samsung user ? iphone 5. 52. what type of computer do they use (example: apple) ? she doesn’t have one. 53. what is one of their nervous habits ? twirling her hair. 54. out of all reality shows, which one would they have a chance winning ? wheel of fortune. 55. would they ever go bungee jumping or skydiving ? not at all. 56. what do they call their grandparents ? she never knew them. 57. what do they do when they can’t sleep ? read a book, or drink tea. 58. what time do they normally go to bed ? depends. 59. if they have instagram, what was the last picture that they posted ? probably a picture of clara. 60. if they have twittter, what was the last thing that they tweeted ? she does not. 61. who is their otp ? frenchy & doody, from grease or allie & noah, from the notebook. 62. do they like sweet, salty, or sour ? sweet. 63. did they play any sports in the past ? she only really went to the bating cages with her father, or bowling. nothing competitive, like teams & such. 64. what is their favorite cheesy pick up line ? do you have a band-aid ? because i just scraped my knee falling for you. 65. what tv show or movie is their guilty pleasure ? grease. 66. if they were a fruit, what fruit would they be ? strawberry 67. do they sing in the shower ? a full performance. 68. what is their favorite type of chips ? more of a pretzels kind of girl. 69. do they drink juice ? if so, what is their favorite kind ? fresh squeezed orange, or grapefruit juice. 70. what is more important to them: power, money, friends, family, love, or fame ? love. 71. what does their handwriting look like ? (x.) 72. do they have reoccurring dreams ? if not, what is their most memorable dream ? often with her father, mostly nightmares come to mind. however, she does daydream often of many, many things. 73. if they were a taste, what would it be ? sweet. 74. what is one random fun fact about them ? she has performed the scene from sound of music, sixteen going on seventeen & is devoted to being both parts equally. 75. what is their lucky number ? 14. 76. do they have any pets ? homeless cats when she can without being caught, warmed milk & tucked underneath her blanket with her. 77. do they believe in the paranormal or the supernatural ? to an extent. 78. have they ever had any paranormal experiences ? a few when her father passed, mostly soothing one’s. 79. can they sing or dance ? although she’s come quite far with both, she can’t carry a tune or dance elegantly. 80. who is the first person they call/text when something exciting happens ? her group chat of lola & amy. 81. what is their social media handle ? just her name. 82. what swear word do they use/like the most ? shit has to be her most vulgar. 83. what is their ideal first date ? a ride in the countryside & a picnic on a hill, stargazing in the evening. 84. if they were a type of weather, what would they be ? not a cloud in the sky, or summer showers. it changes. 85. what is their least favorite holiday ? can’t imagine such a thing. 86. what is the first thing that they do in the morning ? write. 87. who is their ultimate celebrity crush ? paul anka. 88. do they usually pay with cash or card ? cash. 89. what was the last thing that they bought ? a glass soda & pretzels at a side of the road store. 90. are they a good or bad driver ? decent. 91. if they could meet one person (from history or currently alive), who would it be ? selena quintanilla. 92. have they ever gotten into a physical fight ? not a single one, she has broken up many in her time. 93. do they prefer pepsi or coke ? coca cola. 94. do they prefer the city or the suburbs ? she’s only really known small towns, she sure would love a trip to the city though. 95. do they have any special or odd talents ? she can write backwards, as much as she can forwards. 96. when they were little, what did they want to be when they grew up ? a teacher. 97. do they have any favorite smells ? probably a simple vanilla, or lavender. the smell of baking cookies, too. 98. if they could visit any place in the world, where would they go ? the coastline of france. 99. do they wear jewelry ? she has worn a heart locket ever since it was given by her father, with a cross on the same string. it has a picture of her & her father in it, or so she tells. it’s simply the one that came with it, when he bought it from a pawn shop. besides that, scrunchies on her wrists count, right ? 100. who is the last person they talked to on the phone ? no one really, because all her friends are here with her. if it was before camp, jackson. 101. do they prefer ‘would you rather’ or ‘truth or dare’ ? she tries to be missing in action for either, but has fallen to a few rounds of spin the bottle. 102. what has been their favorite halloween costume yet ? she’s only been audrey hepburn, recreating her looks from scenes in her films. so, all of them. except, when she was four she was a nun like julie andrew’s character, maria in sound of music. 103. do they like horror movies ? not particularly, not much can be said from underneath a blanket. 104. what is their typical breakfast like ? waffles & fruit, or oatmeal: peaches & cream. fresh squeezed juice. 105. are they a netflix or hulu person ? netflix. 106. do they like to gossip ? hardly. 107. if they were a song, what one would they be ? he loves & she loves from the film, funny face, audrey hepburn & fred astaire. 108. what was their best subject in school ? english. 109. what was their worst subject in school ? probably gym, because she wasn’t learning anything & she was always last picked in everything for her height. 110. have they ever met anyone famous ? no. 111. who was their childhood hero ? julie andrews. 112. were any tv shows or movies that they weren’t allowed to watch as a child ? anything above pg. 113. what is the strangest thing they have ever eaten ? french fries dipped in a chocolate shake & she liked it. 114. do they prefer friends or family ? friends who are her family & clara, of course. 115. how do they feel about pineapple on pizza ? no way, she’s not a huge pizza fan to begin with. 116. do they put the milk or cereal in the bowl first ? cereal, then milk. 117. how do they think dogs would wear pants ? with the front of the pants on their stomach, not back. 118. do they believe in luck or fate ? fate. 119. do they use emojis when they text ? a little too much. 120. who was their favorite character on friends ? she’s never seen it. 121. what character on friends are they most like ? i’d say . . . rachel or monica. 122. would they rather read the books or watch the movies ? both. 123. what is their favorite time of day ? high noon. 124. did they watch the teletubbies as a child ? if so, who was their favorite ? no. 125. do they check the rating (like a rotten tomatoes rating) of a movie before they go and see one ? no, her town only has a theatre that plays older movies so she’s never really seen a new film in theatres before. 126. do they have any favorite old hollywood movie stars ? audrey hepburn & james dean. 127. if they had to live in any other decade, which would they choose ? the fifties for just a moment, to witness paul anka & for the fashion. maybe the fifties in france, too. 128. if they could only listen to five music albums for the rest of their life, which ones would they choose ? dulce amor by selena y los dinos, velvet mood by billie holiday, grease soundtrack by the grease cast, cheek to cheek: the complete duet recordings by ella fitzgerald & louis armstrong, songs for swingin’ lovers by frank sinatra 129. do they believe in heaven/hell or reincarnation ? she believes in some sort of heaven. 130. do they like chewing gum ? depends if she needs her breath to smell very nice, other than that it’s not a natural habit. 131. do they like to go see musicals or plays ? yes, of course. 132. were they apart of any clubs or teams in high school or college ? newspaper, old hollywood & student government in high school & now, she is focusing on just her classes. 133. what was their high school superlative ? most likely to make it out of this town. 134. are they good at cooking or baking ? baking, it’s a stress reliever she’s found. that & photography. 135. could they beat bobby flay ? well, she has worked in a diner her whole life so she has experience. she’d probably get caught up in complimenting him. 136. do they watch actual television ? if so, what channels do they watch ? very little, if she does it’s lifetime or telemundo, maybe food network. 137. have they ever seen rupaul’s drag race ? yes, very little. she doesn’t watch television very much. 138. do they prefer pink or yellow lemonade ? yellow lemonade. 139. could they lip sync for their life ? without a doubt. 140. is their room messy or clean ? clean, so clean. 141. if they were a body part, which one would they be ? fingers, because she enjoys tracing things throughout the day. 142. if they were an emotion, what would they be ? joy. 143. if they were a planet, which one would they be ? neptune. 144. how would they describe their clothing style ? denim, denim, denim & floral. thrifted articles of clothing. 145. do they shower in the morning or at night ? depends, but mostly morning. 146. do they order regular fries, onion rings, sweet potato fries, or tater tots ? regular fries. 147. do they normally wear socks ? frill socks. 148. do they fear natural disasters ? as much as the next person. 149. can they ice/roller skate ? barely, though she loves a date to a roller rink. 150. are they good at video games ? if wii bowling counts.

#stillwater:task3 #- ̗̀ ★ ∙ 𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒆 : musings.

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