#eat the sheep

[fairykukla]

Nativity Scenes

AKA EAT THE SHEEP

I went looking and I failed to find the story here, so it's time to tell it.

This year's Nativity (portrayed with porcelain dolls) is utilizing the stable that my father made for my Barbie Horses, sometimes in the early 80s.

It's not the first time I have used it for a Nativity display.

Of course I did so as a kid, using my dolls. Being a doll-obsessed person I've always loved the little Nativity scenes wherever I go.

My mom had been storing it in her attic, but when she moved out to the big party house, she insisted that my brothers and I come and claim our stuff.

So the 3 Stall Horse Stable came home with me. It's a big blocky thing, so I wound up putting it on the dining room table.

It was Christmastime, so the next time we had the kids, I announced that we would resign and build a Barbie Nativity.

I had a brown haired Teresa doll to portray Mary. Obi-Wan Kenobi stepped up to play Joseph, in his own gear but with a head wrap. I had a barbie-scake baby doll which we wrapped up to go in the manger.

Normal so far.

Now, I want to point out that both kids participated in this project, plus my really good friend. She was having a great time questioning my choices.

I have an epic Barbie collection focused mainly on fantasy and fairy tales. I pulled out all but one of my boy dolls to fill out the cast:

Blonde Generic Swimsuit Ken. My youngest christened him "Kent" after the character from Real Genius. We put him in Aladin's Street Rat ensemble and made him the Little Drummer Boy.

Prince Ken (companion to an early Rapunzel Barbie) brought his own velvet bag of luxury gifts. King the First.

Aladin, wearing his Prince Ali finery is King the Second.

Lancelot, the Flower Prince wearing white painted on tights, a lavender doublet and matching shoes, pink lipstick, and a laurel wreath in his hair, was King the Third.

A shepherd was needed. I had two dolls left; Indiana Jones, who was missing in action, and Disney's Quasimodo. Quasimodo got a head wrap and a stick.

My friend was horrified. "Who's this guy? A shepherd? He looks like he'd eat the sheep, not watch them."

"No, he's fine. So what if he has some special needs. He can come see baby Jesus."

"Eat the sheep," she mumbled, pantomiming with the doll. "EAT DA SHEEP!"

"No! Don't eat the sheep!"

"EAT DA SHEEP."

The children were on the floor losing their minds.

"No, no, watch the sheep. Bring the sheep home."

"Watch the sheep?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Watch the sheep."

"Yes, good."

...

"eat da sheep.

Her comedic timing was, is, and ever shall be utterly on-point. The kids giggled their way through Christmas that year threatening to eat the sheep.

After Eat The Sheep it was kind of anticlimactic to add animals and angels, but we dug up some My Little Ponies to be the sheep, and maybe one oddly sized horse. I had some cute sparkly fairies who made charming angelic hosts. Patrick the Starfish was the star, perched carefully on the roof.

Random other toys joined in, which was a long standing tradition for me.

That's a separate story, but it's why both penguins and Spiderman are canonical Manger Visitors.

[julia-loves-cupcakes]

Gluttonous sheep :3

bonus:

[vintage-tigre]

[yayll]

~ a little something about you and Dazai working together... or at least trying to ~

"Hold still! God, you really need to be more careful, Dazai, I worr-"

He blinks, and tilts his head, his voice soft yet firm as you both sit on the agency's couch.

"Would you mind looking at me real quick?"

You glance up from disinfecting his wound, and hum.

"Mm, why?"

He sighs, and when he speaks his voice comes out dramatic yet tantalizing, the way he always makes it sound when he knows he's about to say something silly. Something you'll hopefully scold him for! Yum...

"Oh, no reason... Just wanted a little kiss before I inevitably die in your loving embrace~"

You roll your eyes and groan, it makes his stomach do flips. There it is, that adorable shade of pink he loves so much! It matches the one you had on in bed this morning, but that's too naughty to think about now... Dazai hears the way your voice is significantly less strict, and he knows he has you. When does he not?

"Not now, Dazai-"

He interrupts, pouting as he reaches over and twists a lock of your hair in between his slender fingers, twirling it mindlessly while you mend his wound. He gives you a melting expression as his eyes droop enough for you to have no choice but to notice his despair as he whines.

"Mmm, why do you always only call me Dazai when we're at work?"

You sigh as you gently finish dressing his wounds, the fresh bandage mingling with his older ones... He makes a mental note to have you change those later too.

Anything to keep your hands all over him. Desiring him. Always in sight, always on the mind.

"Because we're at work... we're professionals, remember?"

That silly little comment makes him scoff.

"Hmph. Well, everyone knows..."

"Know what?"

"That you and I kiss in the supply closet sometim-"

You fling yourself against his chest and clamp his mouth shut, cheeks burning redder than a tomato. He licks the inside of your palm, causing you to immediately yank your hand away with a small squeak. You can't hold back the way your lips curl into an embarrassed smile as you hiss, and it makes him almost froth at the mouth... Trying to relearn decency is hard when he's this close to you.

"Professionals, Dazai!"

"... We should kiss" He blurts out, face smug.

"No"

"But it huuurtssss!" He's desperate now, resorting to the lowest of the lows so you'll accomodate him against all wishes, not like he has any shame left. He dramatically points at his wrapped up wrist, and slumps back onto the couch as he deflates into deadweight.

Your face softens and you look down, sighing in resignation that your boyfriend might just be a total baby FREAK. His pupils turn into hearts when you speak to him in the way he wants you to.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Who are you referring to?"

"You..?"

He smirks devilishly, and shrugs, feigning ignorance as he looks off to the side, arms crossed. You slowly start to get it, and crack a smirk. You exhale, shaking your head as you give him what he covets for.

"... Where does it hurt, Osamu?"

There it is, the magic word. By the time you're done asking that he's already crawled ontop of you, cornering you on the small loveseat and caging you in between his slender frame. Dazai takes your hand in his, and intertwines your fingers together as he nuzzles your cheek with his nose. His voice is soft, gentle, and talks you through it, just how he did this morning.

"Mmm, I'm not sure anymore... Let's find out together"

Your breath hitches, and you become bashful under him. He looks at you with narrowed eyes, knowing what it does to you, but more importantly what it does to his sick little mind. Leave it to Dazai to turn playful banter into something that will surely leave the two of you a mess... Hopefully you a little more than him. You whisper, a little breathless.

"Oh, now you're just baiting me, huh..."

"Well if I'm bait, then you're biting."

He whispers back, as if sucking the very life force out of you with his eye contact alone. This is how he wins, how he secures heaven for himself every single day, selfishly. He's not hiding anything in his expressions. He wants you for him, and no one else.

You really never stood a chance.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

aunt kate theres two weird fucking creatures in the tv

[fence-time]

what’s more gay than cannibalising your homie?

[notcreative360]

MC: Why is Beel so tense for?

Levi: Mammon decided to prank him by putting a frog on the table.

MC: ...I don't get it.

Mammon: You know that frogs eat flies, right?

MC: Oooh~ Belphie is gonna kill you.

Mammon: You'll protect me, right? (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[niuniente]

"This fancy cheese is meant to be enjoyed with jam, crackers and wine in a good company."

Me:

[bloumiiss]

Sheep.

[pinacoladamatata]

Tav is convinced she found a cat :)

[specialagentartemis]

unfortunately if I want to independently develop a hypothesis about Rohan's economic/subsistence structure I really need to learn things like the requirements of taking care of horses in the winter and the growing seasons/growing lengths of crops like lettuce, radishes, carrots, and kale, and metalworking time and space commitments, and the types of houses that can be erected and torn down quickly, and the required land area of grazing per horse, and the social organization of Iron Age Eurasian horse cultures, and what other animals might naturally live on the Mark, and productivity and caloric value of mare's milk,

and like. also reread the Lord of the Rings lol

[sculked]

she is a kea because keas are the only actively meat (not including bugs) eating parrots . please learn about keas i love them sooooooooooo much :3

[justmenoworries]

Asterius in Hades: affable sympathetic character, pretty nice guy, adaptational sympathy, making his backstory of being imprisoned and then killed more tragic than a glorious tale about a hero vanquishing a monster Polyphemus in Hades II: Nah everything bad you heard about this guy is onehundred percent accurate

[oxavane]

you all need to be nice to me because i forgot how to paint again and this doodle has been stuck in the ugly stage for so long and i just wanted to paint the anime man and ive legit been all too close to tears about this.

[agarafile]

i transcribed so much of the gempearl convo, AND THEY ARE STILL GOING

[writer-of-the-lamb]

the grass eater trait

lamb, frying grass : dinner’s ready lamb fam

followers, cheering and running over : thank you leader!!

narinder, disgusted : how lazy must one be to call grass a meal.

lamb : excuse me, this is cuisine. and they love it.

narinder : you manipulated them to love it

lamb : touché, asshole. and i know you want some

narinder : i certainly do not. that is dirt.

lamb : okay fussy eater, jesus.

narinder, offended : i am not a “fussy eater”-

lamb, stirring a bowl of mushed grass : i used to fuck this shit up, you ass. can’t believe you walk up here and call it bad.

narinder : i did not call it bad

lamb, sarcastic : ohh sorry, “distasteful!” maybe even, “most revolting!”

narinder : i do not talk like that

lamb, in a posh accent : “i do not talk like that.”

narinder, growling : do not forget our origin, lamb. it is unwise to insult me. the red crown may lay atop your head, but it was mine to-

lamb, moving a spoon toward him : here comes the aeroplane

narinder : excuse me.

lamb : eat the fucking grass narinder

narinder : i would rather starve.

lamb, dropping the spoon : fine. see if i care.

3 hours later, narinder is curled up in a ball.

lamb, sitting outside his tent : someone’s hungry.

narinder : i will manage

lamb : serves you right

narinder :

lamb, munching grass from the floor, sarcastic : so glad i don’t insult the leader’s cultural dishes, now i get to eat this wonderful food.

narinder :

lamb : use your manners.

narinder : hand me a bowl.

lamb :

narinder : please.