#happy birthday froot

[marinasmidriff]

happy 8th birthday froot

[coco-loco-nut]

The Manuscript

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader, Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: "write what you know/lookin' backwards/might be the only way to move forward"

A/n: Surprise, here is a gift from my breakup writing! This album didn't have one miss. Unfortunately, this is not inspired by my own breakup.

requests open masterlist series masterlist __________

You have been holed up in your apartment outside of Nice, France, having moved there from America after your first bestseller. The ocean and beach usually help you write, but you are stuck, so your friends drag you out to Monaco for a girl's weekend.

As you sip on your drink, a guy slides up to you at the bar next to your hotel. "I'm not a donor but I'd give you my heart if you needed it," he says, glancing at your license, and you turn to him, rolling your eyes.

"You are a professional," you take in the guy beside you. His eyes crinkle as he smiles.

"No, just a good samaritan," you let out a small laugh, tilting your head back and finishing your drink.

"A good samaritan would buy another round," your eyes sparkle playfully as he sits beside you, taking your silent invitation to flirt and talk. Your friends leave you alone for the rest of the night, happy to see you relaxed.

He takes you out for coffee the next morning, getting to know each other more. You find out some of the small things, he is 30, does something dangerous for a job, and you learn his first name.

"If the sex is as good as the conversation is, soon we might be pushing strollers," he teases. You become a frequent visitor to Monaco, spending passionate nights and quiet days in his insanely expensive apartment. You lay in bed, him stroking your hair, legs intertwined under the sheets, a light breeze flowing from the windows. You silently wished you were 30 too.

"You are wise beyond your years, this has really been above board, love," his accent soothing as he pulls you closer. You two were planning a year's worth of adventures with each other, you made your coffee together in a French press every morning, and things were going well. But soon it was over, and you weren't sure if things really were above board. Daniel Ricciardo was just a sad memory. You found out who he really was a year after they dated, seeing him in an ad on social media.

After the split, you booked a flight home, only sleeping in your mother's bed the week you were home, crying yourself to sleep. You only are Froot Loops and other children's cereal when she returned to her home in France and dated boys her own age, but they never worked out. You released another book, but it was missing something, your personal experiences were not infused into the book. It was still a best seller.

Years later, you returned to Monaco to celebrate her best friend's birthday where you met another boy your own age. He sees your disillusioned view of love and strives to turn it around. You sit in his apartment, a dartboard on the back of his door and you write and write.

The past couple years had passed by like scenes of a show. You had anonymously taken some writing and literature classes taught in English, your French was good but not that good. Your professor selected your first bestseller for one of the course texts. Thier statement regarding your book stuck with you the most. "Something I learned from Y/n L/n's debut book was to write what you know, looking backwards is sometimes the only way to move forward. She had said in interviews that she writes to heal and loves to infuse her life into her books, making it an intimate read," the professor had analyzed not only your books but also interviews. You approached the professor and introduced yourself, safe to say you didn't have to write an analysis paper on your book.

"How is your book?" your boyfriend asks as you furiously type, the actors hitting their marks.

"A wise professor once said to write what you know. Looking back might be the only way to move forward," you hum. He knew about your ex, but he only knows the ex's first name so he never thought much about the relationship despite you being open about it.

The slow dance of words was alight with sparks as tears fell from your eyes in sync with the score as you type the final words of your manuscript. Your boyfriend holds you close, eyes scanning the computer. At last, you knew what all the agony the last few years had been for.

Now and then you and your boyfriend reread the manuscript as it passes through editing. You go on an American book tour as he travels for work. You set up a camera for the book announcement, holding your book, simply titled 'The Manuscript'.

"To my ex, the only thing left is The Manuscript, one last souvenir from my trips to your shores. Dear readers, the story isn't mine anymore, it's yours," the short video goes viral. Your boyfriend sees a text pop up on your phone from a number you never bothered to block.

Daniel Ricciardo Y/n what the hell?

"Daniel Ricciardo was your ex?" Lando asks, never really putting the puzzle together.

"Yeah, he never even told me who he really was, I should've asked in fairness," you say cautiously. You noticed the next too.

"Well, I'm glad he didn't turn you off drivers. And I'm glad that I am the one who gets to love you," Lando hugs you, not mad at you for not disclosing that information.

"I love you, Lan, please don't give me a reason to write anything but a sweet romance book about you," you whisper, a silent plea to whoever decides fate.

"What about one of those smut books that girls like to take and read on vacation at the beach?" Lando jokes, your face flushing.

"Hmm, maybe," your smile lights up the room and Lando can't help but silently thank his former teammate for fucking up. Nothing satisfies both of you more than the look on Daniel's face when you show up to a grand prix on Lando's arm. You approach the Australian, fishing the book from your bag.

"Now and then I re-read The Manuscript, the story isn't mine anymore," you hand him the book, a handwritten note tucked into the pages as he watches you walk away. A reminder of everything he had and lost remains.

[em-harlsnow]

em idk if ur still doing those tiktok trend requests but my god the "can you watch my boyfriend real quick?" trend is making me SCREAM, i think you would have fun with that one! 💗

hello!!! yes i am still doing it whenever I see one I like. I love this trend, it’s so funny!

Ian may have tiktok, but he’s not very social media oriented in general. Mickey gets nervous when people post pictures of him online anyway because of the cartel, even though Ian’s like 90% sure they won’t see Carl’s twitter with 11 followers.

But then there’s a trend he sees, and he can’t not do it. He just has to try it on Mickey and if that means forcing him in front of a camera, so be it. It’s not like he’ll post it.

Mickey’s eating breakfast in the kitchen when Ian sees the trend and it’s the perfect opportunity. He clicks onto his camera app and starts recording, propping it up in front of Mickey on a candle and making sure he can see that it’s filming.

“Fuck is this?” Mickey asks with his mouth full.

Ian ignores him, instead speaking to his phone. “I need to go out for a bit, can you watch my husband?” He says, smirking, and tussles Mickey’s hair when he starts to leave.

Mickey waves his arms around, clearly confused. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“Grocery shopping, don’t turn off the camera.” Ian calls back, half way out the door.

“Is this some kind of freaky role play?” He hears Mickey yell after him, but he’s already gone.

//

Mickey’s husband is an idiot.

Once he’s gone and has neither confirmed nor denied that this is a weird role play thing, Mickey glances suspiciously at the camera.

“What the fuck?” He mutters to the empty apartment. “He’s a fucking weirdo.”

He continues eating, finishing his cereal but it’s weird being watched by Ian’s stupid phone.

“Uh… I’m eating my niece’s Froot Loops.” He tells it, holding up his spoon to show the camera. “Ian says I eat like a twelve year old, but Ian eats like a 90 year old so he can’t fucking talk.”

The phone doesn’t reply, just records him silently.

Mickey sighs, tapping his fingers in the counter. “Why’s he always got me doing shit like this?”

He makes eye contact with the camera and glares at it. “This is stupid.” Blowing out a breath, he tries to figure out what Ian wants him to do with this. As he does, he twists his ring around his finger and it gives him an idea. Slipping it off, he presents it to the camera. “See this? This is our wedding ring. We got it engraved last year. Fuck, Ian’s gonna love that I’m talking about his stupid sappy shit. Mine has IG on the inside and his has MM, because he’s soft as fuck.” Even as Mickey mocks him, there’s a shining happiness in his eyes.

Something else catches his eye, and he gets up to grab the flower bouquet on the kitchen counter, bringing it over to the phone. “Look. I got the asshole these. Blue roses. I think they’re fake or they were painted or some shit, but still.”

He sighs again, wondering what else he can show the camera. “I’m tryna find out what he got me for my birthday. I figure he must have hidden it somewhere around here but i can’t find it. Ian won’t tell me.” Mickey leans in close then, whispering at the camera. “Between you and me, I think he’s got it stashed at Lip’s house. But I got it covered, I’ll find it. I got a plan-“

The sounds of keys turning in the lock interrupts him, and he looks to the door guiltily. When Ian comes in, they grin at each other and then Ian kisses Mickey’s head.

Addressing the camera, he says, “I hope he was well behaved.” And then stops recording, watching Mickey roll his eyes.

“What was the point in that, man?”

Ian shrugs, and looks forward to watching it back.

—> send me a tiktok trend and i’ll write a fic!

-> also let me know if you want ian’s reaction to the video

[chalkblue]

Happy birthday to Zack!

What’s the first thing you need after having your guts stitched back up?

Froot loops and Coca-cola obviously…

[autristic]

Froot is 9 years old! Happy birthday to one of my favourite albums of all time. Marina (and The Diamonds) has a special place in my heart.

[8marg8]

🎉Happy birthday to my favorite froot loop🎉

Happy birthday to my favorite mushroom

[katestrophes]

birthday blues

sfw mista x fem reader

description: your birthday comes and goes every year, but mista is determined to show you that you deserve to be celebrated.

wc: 3.4k

ao3

tags: fem reader, fluff, birthday blues, teeniest tiniest allusions to depression, mista being a sweetie

a/n: i wrote this on ao3 forever ago and i wanted to get back into fanfic writing, so i decided to post this here!! overall it’s a bit cheesy but i thought it was cute lol enjoy!

A familiar feeling crept over you when you woke up this morning. Dread, anxiety, and overall lousiness clouded your mind. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, taking some of the anxiety along with it. While you wiped the sleep away from your eyes, the dark emotions in your chest indicated that it’s just one of those days where you knew it wasn’t going to be a good day.

It was your birthday.

You scrolled through TikTok for about twenty minutes to procrastinate getting out of bed. Although the entertainment certainly distracted you, it wasn’t enough to remedy your ailing heart, and you decided it was time to face the music and actually get on with your day sooner rather than later. You had no plans for today. You never did. You don’t know if you preferred it that way, or if that’s just how your more recent birthdays came to be, but that’s just how it goes.

After a quick shower, you ate a hearty and nutritious breakfast of Lucky Charms on the couch. Today called for a good lounging around. The rest of the morning was spent sitting on the couch, switching back and forth between whatever was on TV and whatever game you had on your phone until around eleven thirty, when you heard a familiar knock on your door.

“Come oooon!” The voice outside the door yelled out. “Let me in!”

You emitted a soft groan before dragging your feet across the floor to your front door, and despite your foul mood, you couldn’t help but feel giddy and warm as the sight before you when you opened it. At the door was Mista, dressed casually in a graphic t-shirt with shorts and flip flops. It was much more appropriate for the hot weather compared to his normal tiger print jeans and sweater and beanie. His signature dopey grin was even wider than usual when his eyes landed on you and immediately pulled you into a hug.

“Happy birthday!” He said so loud it could almost pass as a scream. His arms enveloped you and practically squeezed you before he plants a giant kiss on your temple. He let you go and continued to smile wildly as you properly returned the hug.

“Thank you.” You replied softly, relishing in Mista’s embrace. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here? It’s your birthday!” He said with that same grin on his face. “I’m not letting you spend today moping on the couch eating Froot Loops.”

“Actually it was Lucky Charms.” You mumbled to yourself.

Mista chuckled good naturedly. “My point exactly. Now go get dressed, I’m taking you out. And don’t argue with me!”

“Fine, fine!” You didn’t have it in you to protest or argue. “What’s the dress code?”

“Cute and sexy!”

“Mista…”

He laughed at himself before he replied with a serious answer. “Casual, don’t worry. I know you don’t like going out out.”

With a proper answer, you wandered into your bedroom and went through your clothes, deciding what to wear. Though you weren’t too fond of celebrating your birthday, you were still looking forward to a nice day out with Mista. You dug through your closet before deciding to wear a linen sundress with comfy sandals.

Mista was sitting on your living room couch when you walked out of your bedroom, scrolling through social media on his phone. The second he heard your bedroom door open, he turned around to get a glimpse of you and let out an adorably obnoxious wolf whistle.

“Look at you! ” He said boisterously. He rose from the couch and wandered towards you and grabbed your hand, holding it high in the air. “Do a spin for me!” You chuckled as you timidly spun in a circle while holding Mista’s hand, giving him a shy smile when you finished. In return, he grabbed onto his heart with his free hand and tossed his head back, looking positively smitten with you.

“Are you sure it isn’t my birthday?” He asked with a familiar flirty goofy cadence in his voice.

“Oh, shush,” You rolled your eyes and smiled up at him. “You’ve seen me wear this like, a hundred times.”

“Okay, and you look good in it every single time, your point?” Mista chided. He was too flirtatious for his own good, and he knew how you reacted to his remarks. The heat on your cheeks became unbearable, and of course there was no use hiding it from your boyfriend. He smiled and bent down to kiss either of your blushing cheeks before grabbing your hand and heading toward the door.

Your day out was actually pretty laid back. The opposite of what you were expecting, considering how extroverted and adventurous Mista is. It started with a small lunch at your favorite hole in the wall not too far from the center of town. The day continued as any other quiet date with Mista normally would, except with the extra emphasis that he would not let you forget that today is about you, and that you could do whatever you wanted to do, his treat.

You were never privy to nightlife or any type of atmosphere like a bar or club. They always overwhelmed you, and Mista knew that. He does enjoy a good nightclub or night out at the bar from time to time, but he never subjected you to it. Instead, all of your outings were usually more laid back and quiet. Once upon a time, Mista would’ve said that that was boring, lame even. But eventually, he grew to like spending quiet nights with you. He started to find them intimate and special, a ritual that only the two of you had, which was meaningful to him. He came to the conclusion that it wasn’t the quietness he started to grow on him, but the look on your face during these sweet moments.

After lunch, Mista took you to the center of town to a local flea market/street fair by the boardwalk. He knew you had been eyeing to go for a while. With the end of summer drawing nearer, he figured now would be a perfect opportunity to take you. The flea market was adorable, and you wanted to take the chance to get a good look at every stall available. You were in your own little world, oohing and ahhing at everything the market had to offer. Despite your protests, Mista bought you everything you glanced at for even more than a second. He even snuck in a bouquet of your favorite flowers while you weren’t looking.

The flea market started to close up shop for the night, which coincidentally happened to be around the same time the street fair came to life. Of course, Mista just had to win you one of those gigantic stuffed animals. With a cocky grin and snicker, he managed to shoot every toy duck in the row, surprising even the game attendant. He happily held onto all of his winnings while you meandered onto the ferris wheel. The ride was about as clichè as you could expect, but charming and adorable nonetheless as Mista pulled you in for a soft kiss, whispering another happy birthday as you reached the top.

Moonlight soon shrouded the earth around you, and you realized you really had quite spent all day out with Mista. You were famished from an exciting day out, and your boyfriend was too. Deciding to stay in the street fair spirit, dinner consisted of food stand hot dogs and french fries with a large soda. The perfect meal to top off an incredible day.

At last, the day ended with a night stroll along the beach, hand in hand with your lover. After a long while, you stopped to soak in the sound of the waves crashing and the smell of the sea salt air. You really, truly did have a perfect day and you didn’t want it to end. Deciding to soak in the last few hours of your birthday, you sat down on the warm sand beneath you, leaning back and overlooking the ocean. Mista followed your cue and sat right alongside you.

“Isn’t it so beautiful?” You softly spoke aloud, gazing out towards the sea.

“Hm. Gorgeous.” Mista grumbled back, looking at you. You turned to face him and didn’t have it in you to make a quippy comeback. Instead you just breathed a light chuckle and leaned your head onto his shoulder as your hand wandered over to his, linking fingers.

“Thank you.” You mutter out. “For today. It was sweet.” You smile bashfully before sighing. “I…you didn’t have to do all that for me. But I appreciate you, nonetheless.”

Mista spoke your name before lifting his head off of yours and turning to face you. “I wanted to treat you and make you feel special for your birthday. You deserve all of that and more.” He unlinked his hand from yours only to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. “Hell, I’d give you the world if you so asked for it. Anything.” He turned his head slightly to kiss the crown of your head. You only hummed in response and continued to sit in peaceful silence, overlooking the moon on the horizon for a few moments before Mista finally spoke his mind.

“You don’t have to answer this,” he spoke softly while rubbing his hand in smooth circles along your side. “But…your birthday. How come you don’t like celebrating?”

You’ve been in an amorous relationship with Mista for the better part of a year, as well as being friends for even longer before that. Throughout the years, you just never liked to make a big deal about your birthday. In the past, Mista would have just shrugged it off and wouldn’t think twice about it. But now that you were in a relationship, it was different.

You breathed a heavy sigh, in through your nose and out through your mouth before responding. “Just…birthday blues I guess. It’s no big deal.”

“Okay,” Mista replied, continuing to gently caress your side. “Do you wanna talk about it?” I mean, I know I’m the chatterbox in the relationship but, I’ll always listen to whatever you have to say. You know that right?”

“I know.” You spoke softly with a gentle smile on your face. You reached over to grab Mista’s free hand and kissed the back of it before continuing to speak.

“It’s hard to explain,” you started. “But I guess it all boils down to my own self-esteem. You know?” You paused for a moment before finding the correct words. “Like, the idea of celebrating a birthday, a whole day for celebrating a person …” You blinked rapidly as you felt moisture build up in your eyes. “I just don’t feel like I’m worth celebrating. Like, all the pomp and circumstance for what? For me? ” A weak chuckle escaped your lips while you used your free hand to wipe away stray tears near your eyes. “Nah, I’m not special enough for that.”

You sniffled quietly but made no attempt to quiet yourself. Mista only continued to hold you, now cushioning you against his chest as he stroked your hair while you weakly sniffled into his shirt. He pressed his face into your head, kissing you there and rocking you back and forth while you continued to speak and let all of your emotions out.

Mista waited until your tears calmed down enough before he spoke your name. “Baby…” He sighed before he continued. You weakly mumbled, indicating that you were listening.

“God,” Mista chuckled before sighing again. “If only you could see yourself the way I do.” The hand that was stroking your hair made its way back to your side, caressing you. “Listen, I…I’m not a ‘words guy,’ but let me try.” You heard an audible gulp reverberate throughout his body while he took the time to collect his thoughts.

“You are the sweetest, most thoughtful, kind-hearted person I know. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so adamant and enthusiastic about putting the shopping cart back in the corral, helping old people cross the street, recycling your bottles and cans instead of just throwing them away, all that good stuff.” He laughed a bit while you smiled, still burying your face in his shirt.

“Everything you do and say just…has so much thought and kindness behind it. You inspire me to be a better person for you, because you deserve the absolute best.” He paused to stroke your hair. “The world is full of awful people. Absolute assholes. Trust me, I deal with them on a daily basis. Those people? They don’t deserve birthdays. They don’t deserve to be celebrated. But you? You’re special. Even more special than the average person. Not only would you not hurt a fly, but you’d probably like, take it to a doctor if you accidentally injured one or something.” He laughed at the thought, knowing it’s not something completely out of character for you. “You’re good. You’re too good. Too precious. For me, for the world, for anyone. Baby, you’re worth your weight in gold and then some.” He kissed your temple several times while his words simmered into your brain for a moment.

“You probably don’t realize this, but every time I’m out with my friends and you meet up with us later, everyone is just…happier. Your presence alone it’s just so calming and inviting, even Fugo calms down about twenty notches when you walk into the room. You literally light up the room.” Mista smiled to himself and brought your curled up figure a bit closer to him, squeezing you in a tight hug. “When I first told them we were a thing, all the guys thought I was kidding. When they finally realized that I wasn’t, they all basically asked me the same thing. ‘How did you get with her? You’re so you, and she’s so pretty, and nice, and sweet,’ blah blah blah. They still think that sometimes, I’m pretty sure.”

In between pauses, you finally spoke up. “The first time you brought me around, Abbacchio asked me if I was there against my will and to blink twice if I needed help.”

Mista threw his head back and let out a good, belly rumbling laugh, loud enough to make even you chuckle. “Oh, that asshole. That’s funny, though.”

“They all tell me to let them know if they need to keep you in check.” You chuckled again, imagining Mista at the mercy of his friends.

“Heh. Yeah, sounds about right.” Mista hummed as he kissed the crown of your head. “Because baby, it’s so plain to see, you’re such a special person. Even my dumbass friends can see that.” With careful hands, he peels you off of his chest and tilts your chin to face him. Your face was red and your nose was stuffy, evidence you were just crying. His thumbs delicately wiped away any stray tears lingering on your cheeks and looked you in the eyes. His gaze was so strong, it was overwhelming. He looked like he was about to burst, overtaken with his adoration for you.

“Oh, sweet girl.” Mista mused, getting a bit emotional himself. “If only you could see you we all see you. How I see you. Then you’d know how special you are. How absolutely lovable you are.” His own eyes became a bit misty, but he made no effort to deter the small tear falling down his face. “You deserve to be celebrated every single day. Even more so today.” He smiled brightly as he leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead, your nose, either of your cheeks, and then onto your lips. “As long as I’m alive, I’ll always always tell you how special you are. To me and everyone else with the privilege of knowing you.” A second tear fell from his eye, yet his hands remained on your face, holding you like you’re his entire world. “I love you. So much.”

Your heart felt like it was exploding as you became overwhelmed with emotions. Immediately, you started to cry again, but with happy tears. “I love you too.” You muttered back quietly. You leaned in and caressed Mista’s face back as you two exchanged a long, meaningful kiss.

Mista was the first to break the kiss as he took his arms and embraced you again, kissing the crown of your head before pulling you into a warm hug. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He wiped his face to get rid of his tears and reached into one of the bags from the flea market. He pulled out a small pastry box and opened it for you. “Ta-da!” He said, making you both laugh. In the box was a small cupcake, your favorite flavor with your favorite icing on top with some cutesy decorations.

“When did you get this?” You chuckled and met Mista’s eyes.

He shrugged yet continued to smile like the lovable dope he is. “Nowhere special. Just from the flea market earlier today.” As you held the cupcake, Mista returned to dig through the bag looking for something else. While he wasn’t looking, you took a peak at the logo on the box the pastry came in. Your favorite bakery. “Nowhere special” your ass.

Mista’s search through the bag proved to be triumphant as he pulled out a singular birthday candle, which you noted also happened to be your favorite color. He placed the candle in the middle of the cupcake and you stared at him in awe. “You really are adorable, you know that?” You gleamed.

“Nah, I’m a big tough guy, you got that?” Mista smiled as he kissed your forehead. “A big tough guy who just happens to love to do anything to see his girl smile. Now come on, birthday girl. I got a song to sing.” You smiled brightly as he pulled out a lighter and lit the singular candle. He sang happy birthday with a smile on his face and cheered when you blew out the candle.

“What did you wish for?” He inquired with those annoyingly cute puppy dog eyes.

“I knew you would ask that! It’s bad luck to tell.” You laughed as you took a small bite from your cupcake.

“Fine,” Mista rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue without any malice. “You’re no fun.” He watched you dig into a bit of your cupcake before you offered him a bit, and he took it after you finally persuaded him to take a bite.

“You.” You said, shyly.

Mista’s eyebrows raised and he replied with his mouth full. “What about me?”

“That’s what I wished for.” You bashfully replied, struggling to meet his gaze. “Just…I wished to be with you. For a long time.”

His eyes went as wide as dinner plates. His smile was as bright as the sun. He gently placed the rest of the cupcake in the rest of the box and grabbed your cheeks and kissed you literally all over your face before pecking your lips.

“Babe!” Mista laughed. “What a stupid wish. I’m not going anywhere! Never, ever.”

“You really mean it?” You giggled while Mista was still peppering your face with kisses that tasted extra sweet thanks to the frosting.

“Absolutely.” He smiled, pulling you into a hug.

Before long, you two were in your original position, with your back leaning against Mista’s chest. Except this time, instead of him holding you while you two looked out to the sea, he played with the ends of your hair.

“So…” Mista started as he attempted to braid a strand of hair. “I was thinking…for your birthday next year…”

“Oh my god, don’t .” You laughed. “That’s a whole year away. Let’s enjoy the present.” You turned your head to kiss Mista’s cheek.

“Okay.” Mista replied as he continued playing with your hair. After about another minute, he gave up and pulled you against him. “Happy birthday, baby. I’m so glad you were born, and I’m so lucky I get to be yours. I love you so much.”

You pulled away from him only to turn around so you could face him. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for making this birthday so special. I love you so much.”

Over the next hour, you and Mista overlooked the ocean making idle chat. Once the sun finally came down, Mista walked you back to your place hand in hand. Although you preferred your space, you invited him to spend the night with you. The remaining hours of your birthday were spent in bed cuddling with your lover with a good movie, falling asleep in his arms.

[veggiefritterz]

why exactly do you like those 8 drinks?

pepsi max is. amazing. the store has been out of stock for 2 weeks though. i like how it is caffiney without sugarrrr

solo is great for when i eat something DISGUSTING like FROOT LOOPS which i tried today and they gave me a headache.

pineapple faygo is my favourite faygo. it is tropical and almost entirely sugar and a Homestuck reference

water is essential for my body or whatever but i don't drink it nearly as much as i should.

sunrises are a combination of pulp free oj and strawberry topping poured to look like a sunrise, with ice, a strawberry and a cocktail umbrella. i had one at a pub in Mildura and then had them at my 7th and 8th birthdays and i have had them now and then since

pulp free oj is supremely refreshing and i like how it sounds to pour. i fucking hate pulp and pith though

strawberry Nesquik (or as my family calls it, pink milk. my cousin was genuinely shocked to learn thats not what everyone says. i think we got it from charlie and lola) anyways it's only good cold. add just enough hot water to dissolve the powder and then pour lite milk for the rest. amazing. makes me think of Charlie and Lola

mango loco monster was my drink today and it was. so good. could definitely taste the sugar but it got me through a maths test so i'm happy

[picspammer]

Happy birthday to the refreshing and nourishing FROOT, released on this day in 2015 🍇🍒🍋🍎

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 7.22

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Qurbon Hayit Holiday (Uzbekistan)

Ranggeln (Germany)

Ratcatcher's Day (a.k.a. Pied Piper Day; UK)

Remington 722 Day

Ryegrass Day (French Republic)

Spooner's Day (a.k.a. Spoonerism Day)

Stilt Dance Day (Spain)

SNN 722 Day

Summer Leisure Day

Thulsa Doom Appreciation Day

Trae Day (Houston, Texas)

Urania Asteroid Day

World Brain Day

World Day Against Open Pit Mining

World Fragile X Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Froot Loops Day

National BLT Sandwich Day

National Mango Day

Penuche Fudge Day

Independence & Related Days

Bohol Day (Philippines)

Claveria Day (Philippines)

Organic Act Day (Virgin Islands)

Revolution Day (July 22nd Anniversary; The Gambia)

Sarawak Self-Government Day (Malaysia)

Slovenian People’s Uprising Day (Yugoslavia)

4th Monday in July

Hurricane Supplication Day (Virgin Islands) [4th Monday]

Festivals Beginning July 22, 2024

The Borderland (Alversjö, Denmark) [thru 7.28]

Corn Capital Days (Olivia, Minnesota) [thru 7.28]

Farnborough International Airshow (Farnborough, United Kingdom) [thru 7.26]

Supertoon International Animation Festival (Šibenik, Croatia) [thru 7.26]

USA Beer & Wine Ratings (San Francisco, California)

Feast Days

Abd-al-Masih (Christian; Saint)

Alexander Calder (Artology)

Aphrodisia (Ancient Greek bathing festival of Aphrodite & Peitho)

Aristo (Positivist; Saint)

Beginning of Leo (Astrology; Pagan)

Contemplate the Cosmos Day (Pastafarian)

Dabius (a.k.a. Davies) of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Edward Hopper (Artology)

James Whale Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Joseph of Tiberias (or of Palestine; a.k.a. Count Joseph; Christian; Saint)

Karl Marx Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Leo zodiac sign begins

Loch Ness Monster 1st Sighting (Everyday Wicca)

Markella of Chios (Christian; Saint)

Mary Magdalene (Christian; Saint)

Meneve, Abbot of Menat (Christian; Saint)

Neil Welliver (Artology)

Nohra (Maronite Church)

Pete Dexter (Writerism)

Ruthie Tompson (Artology)

S.E. Hinton (Writerism)

Tom Robbins (Writerism)

Vandrille (a.k.a. Wandregisilus; Christian; Saint)

Vaughn Bodē (Artology)

The Venusian (Muppetism)

Wandregislus (a.k.a. Wandrille; Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 14 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [14 of 24]

Premieres

At Your Service (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1935)

Back to the Shack, by Weezer (Song; 2014)

A Balmy Swami (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1949)

Bikini Beach (Film; 1964)

The Bodyguard (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1944)

Captain America: The First Avenger (Film; 2011)

Crazy Drivers (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1955)

The Daily Show (Late Night TV Talk Show; 1996)

Friends with Benefits (Film; 2011)

Gallipoli, by Alan Moorehead (History Book; 1956)

Green Lantern: Beware My Power (WB Animated Film; 2022)

Ice Age: Collision Course (Animated Film; 2016)

The Inverted World, by Christopher Priest (Novel; 1974)

The Island (Film; 2005)

Hollywood Sweepstakes (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1939)

It’s Hummer Time (WB LT Cartoon 1950)

Jaws 3-D (Film; 1983)

Join Together, by The Who (Song; 1972)

Jungle Jingles (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1929)

Lolita (Film; 1998)

Marnie (Film; 1964)

Midnight Run (Film; 1988)

Mr. Mom (Film; 1983)

Mrs. O’Leary’s Cow (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1938)

My Aim Is True, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1977)

Nope (Film; 2022)

North (Film; 1994)

Plan 9 From Outer Space (Film; 1959)

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (Film; 1954)

Star Trek Beyond (Film; 2016)

The Subtle Knife, by Philip Pullman (Novel; 1997) [His Dark Materials #2]

Weary Willies (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1929)

Today’s Name Days

Magdalena, Maria (Austria)

Lena, Magda, Magdalena, Miglena (Bulgaria)

Lenka, Magdalena, Manda, Marija (Croatia)

Magdaléna (Czech Republic)

Magdalene, Maria (Denmark)

Leen, Leena, Leeni, Made, Madli, Magda, Magdaleena, Mall, Malle (Estonia)

Leena, Leeni, Lenita, Matleena (Finland)

Madeleine, Wandrille (France)

Magdalena, Marlene, Verena (Germany)

Magdalena, Magdalene, Magdalini, Markella (Greece)

Magdolna (Hungary)

Lena, Lorenzo, Maddalena, Maria, Marylena, Menelaos (Italy)

Margita, Marija, Marika, Marina, Marisandra (Latvia)

Dalius, Magdalena, Mantilė, Marija (Lithuania)

Malene, Mali, Malin (Norway)

Albin, Bolesława, Bolisława, Laurencjusz, Maria Magdalena, Milenia, Pankracy, Wawrzyniec, Więcemiła (Poland)

Magdaléna (Slovakia)

Magdalena, María (Spain)

Madeleine, Magdalena (Sweden)

Mada, Madalina, Madalyn, Maddi, Maddie, Maddy, Madel, Madelaine, Madelein, Madeleine, Madelene, Madelina, Madeline, Madie, Madelyn, Mady (Universal)

Amaya, Magda, Magdalen, Magdalena, Magdalene (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 204 of 2024; 162 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of Week 30 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Xin-Wei), Day 17 (Ding-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 16 Tammuz 5784

Islamic: 15 Muharram 1446

J Cal: 24 Red; Threesday [24 of 30]

Julian: 9 July 2024

Moon: 98%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 7 Dante (8th Month) [Aristo]

Runic Half Month: Ur (Primal Strength) [Day 14 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 33 of 94)

Week: 4th Week of July

Zodiac: Leo (Day 1 of 31)

Calendar Changes

  Leo (The Lion) begins [Zodiac Sign 5; thru 8.21]

[xxmissarichanxx]

✨XMACX Monthly✨ | March 2024

It's March WOOHOO~ sobs thank you again for voting for this month's Cover Model, Kiki! Look how pretty she is!! sobs beautiful

you may read this month's update on PTRN for free or below the cut! you can also view the previous issue here.

Happy March! Hope you're all excited to welcome spring! Lowkey burned myself out last month from day job shenanigans and trying to do a lot of things, so my plan this month is to relax after releasing Froot Basket: Dark Chocolate's update. My birthday's this month anyway too, so I'm gonna take it easy haha.

Cover Model polls are up on social media now if you'd like to vote for next month. I'll drop the outfit/theme poll for patrons tomorrow to stagger posts a bit.

Schedule

March 1 - Cover Model Poll

March 2 - Cover Model Outfit/Theme Poll

March 8 - Art Process/BTS

March 15 - Froot Basket: Dark Chocolate voiced update releases, Kiki's Bday

March 20 - New Meet the Artist

March 22 - "Kaimanga" Updates

March 29 - Cover Story

March 31 - Sketch Dump

Cover Story Preview | Kiki's Sakura Date

Kiki meets up with a friend in Tokyo to see some sakura blossoms and have a nice picnic!

March OC Birthdays

Kiki's birthday is on March 15! But I'll be releasing FBDC that day and she's already the Cover Model, so we're already celebrating her this month.

VN Development Update | FBDC Voiced Update Releases this month!

Other than partial voice-acting, it'll have some new CGs for you to collect! I hope you'll enjoy it! On release day I'll also publish a changelog.

Other Goals this Month

Wrapping up a zine project and still working on commissions, but I'd like to relax. Chill. Catch up on some manga or tv shows or something. Maybe finally finish Baldur's Gate 3. 

I'll drop some "Kaimanga" stuff I've been working on. I'm considering developing Fleeting and drawing the Kaimana comic at the same time since both projects are related to each other... In any case, it'll be a fun space adventure!

Next Month

I'll pick up development on Froot Basket White next month. Froot Basket White is the third and final chapter in Momo's story. It takes place after Froot Basket Valentine and players will assume the role of Jordan once again. I had worked on some assets for it previously, but I'd like the script to be more solid before I start working on more assets again. Here's some of what I'd worked on before:

April 1st is Satoru's bday, but the Monthly will still drop on that date! We'll celebrate Satoru some time later.

Aloha nui, Ari

[marinasmidriff]

happy ninth birthday Froot ❤️🍊🍒🫐🍇🍋

[havoc-bloom]

General Headcanons For (Most Of) The Dreams of An Insomniac Characters!!

(Excluding Lankmann cause I’ve already posted about him more than enough)

HC’s under the cut!!

Clyde:

- He’s so fucked up /pos

- Enjoys metal/rock, would listen to Mindless Self Indulgence

- If he tries hunting/chasing you I feel like you could distract him with candy

- Scary on the outside but an absolute sweetheart, especially with Winfrey (they’re boyfriends /hj)

- Prankster man, would place a banana peel on the ground and wait for you to comically slip and fall over it

- Eeeevil evil mischievous fellow

- About as straight as a curly fry

- Me, seeing Winfrey and Clyde: “oh my god, they were roommates :0”

- He has an evil laugh that he practiced in the mirror. Please tell him it’s cool and evil and maniacal.

Winfrey:

- Winfrey, my sweet baby boy. You poor poor thing.

- I CAN FIX HIM I SWEAR

- Winfixed AU gives me life (thanks Tigera)

- Plays violin extremely well, but can also play the piano

- If you ask him to play Megalovania he will bite you.

- Yes, he bites.

- His “theme song” may be Your Consenting Mind from Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion according to Pastra, but damnit his anthem will always be Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear by Mitski in my heart and soul.

- Unironically used to not really acknowledge him because the other characters felt like they overshadowed him BUT THEN I MET @/tigerarainbowra-blog and my worldview has been CHANGED in the best way possible

- Me: (slaps the top of Winfrey’s head) “You won’t believe how much angst you can fit in here.”

- Really really heavy British accent, at least before he Went Feral™

- If the floor is being straight, then this man is crawling on the ceiling.

Klaus:

- What a douchebag /lh

- Reeks of birthday cake (he uses it to lure in kids to kill; I headcanon that Veldigun can change the way they smell and either completely nullify it or amplify it to make whoever they’re hunting more afraid or unaware of them) but also smells like blood and death.

- Absolutely vile, both in terms of personality and physical appearance

- Buried childhood trauma (he dares not talk abt it)

- Literally just needed some emotional help as a kid and if he got it he would’ve turned out fine, but somehow he got more fucked up with no thanks to the Lankmann Foundation.

- I can make anyone have sympathy for any character. Making people feel bad for Klaus is proof of that.

- Listens to Insane Clown Posse and Melanie Martinez

- He’s angry. He’s so, so angry, all the time. I wonder what put that anger in him.

Jack:

- GET HIM THERAPY JESUS FUCK

- I can fix him I promise

- We need to get him OUT of his toxic-ass relationship with Klaus, like right now. Let him be happy. Please.

- Looks up to Klaus even though he knows he’ll never be respected in the same way.

- He likes breakcore lmfao, also he listens to 100 gecs unironically /pos

- I like to think he makes kandi bracelets and he made matching ones for him and Klaus. Even tho Klaus is a bitch he still never takes off the bracelet, and neither does Jack.

- Sends the most cursed of memes at the most unholy times of night. You’ll get a notification from him at 6:06 AM and it’s just a radically blurred image of a cockroach with the caption “daniel.”

- Really truly just wants to continue making toys for kids.

- Has ate drywall and will do so again

Simon:

- Pleasant little farm boy

- He constantly smells like he just walked out of a barn, probably because he did. You get used to it (eventually).

- LOVES ANIMALS SO SO MUCH

- Animals > people, would rather chill with Flock for the day than actually socialize.

- Suppresses his Southern accent a lot but when he gets angry or super excited you’ll hear the Country™ in his voice.

- Kind of jarring hearing a Texas accent come out of a Canadian tbh

- I want his hand in marriage /hj

- autistic  /hj

- So far back into the closet he may as well be that one sweater from the 3rd grade you could never find again. Fruitier than Froot Loops but completely oblivious about it.

The Flock:

- BIRD MOMENT

- Yes, it can fly.

- Yes, it can purr.

- No, you cannot pet it.

- Does that thing snakes do where they curl up into little coils and rest their head on the top. Yeah that.

- Also does that thing hognose snakes do where they’ll play dead if they feel threatened, but instead they do it to lure in prey into thinking they’re an easy meal.

- Like a parrot it can mimic voices.

- Jack taught it to say curse words and now anytime someone gets near it’s just “BITCH”

- Will eat Cheez-Its out of your hand

Mortimer Gray:

- Oh, this poor motherfucker. This unfortunate fellow. He has been through so much.

- Overworked, underpaid artist.

- Serious burnout, but dammit if he’s getting paid he’ll get it done.

- Artblock 24/7, creatively exhausted. Just leave him alone for a while, please.

- Had a sparkledog phase, is now definitely a furry /hj

- Self esteem issues? He’s got all of them. Every single one.

- Anxiety to the fucking max

- I relate a few songs to him, namely Bag Of Bones by Mitski (burnout central haha) and Against The Kitchen Floor by Will Wood (honestly I was listening to it while drawing him and now it’s just kinda,, a thing I relate him with now.)

- Help me I kin him

[brookston]

Holidays 7.22

Holidays

Ask An Archeologist Day

Attorney Day (Indonesia)

Beta Blucan Day

Blackfoot Daisy Day

Childbirth Education Awareness Day

Climate Emergency Day

Division 722 Day

Dornach Commemoration Day (Switzerland)

Family Tree Day

Festival of Boredom and Reveries

Fragile X Awareness Day

George Crum Day

Guelaguetza (Primer Lunes; Mexico)

Hammock Day

Health, Happiness with Hypnosis Day

IMF Day

International Childbirth Education Awareness Day

International Love & Gratitude Day

King Father’s Birthday (Eswatini, f.k.a. Swaziland)

Lendemain de l'Aïd el-Kebir (Mauritania)

Liberation Day (Guam)

Lion's Share Day

Majdanek Liberation Day

National Be A Good Teammate Day (UK)

National Flag Adoption Day (India)

National Intern Day

National Liberation Day (Poland)

National Pajama Day

National Press Day (Azerbaijan)

National Sing from the Book of Mormon Day

National Sophia Day

National Squirt A Pigeon Day

National Thomas Day

National Water Coaster Day

One Piece Day (Japan)

Pi Approximation Day (a.k.a. Casual Pi Day; 22/7)

Preparedness Day

Qurbon Hayit Holiday (Uzbekistan)

Ranggeln (Germany)

Ratcatcher's Day (a.k.a. Pied Piper Day; UK)

Remington 722 Day

Ryegrass Day (French Republic)

Spooner's Day (a.k.a. Spoonerism Day)

Stilt Dance Day (Spain)

SNN 722 Day

Summer Leisure Day

Thulsa Doom Appreciation Day

Trae Day (Houston, Texas)

Urania Asteroid Day

World Brain Day

World Day Against Open Pit Mining

World Fragile X Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Froot Loops Day

National BLT Sandwich Day

National Mango Day

Penuche Fudge Day

Independence & Related Days

Bohol Day (Philippines)

Claveria Day (Philippines)

Organic Act Day (Virgin Islands)

Revolution Day (July 22nd Anniversary; The Gambia)

Sarawak Self-Government Day (Malaysia)

Slovenian People’s Uprising Day (Yugoslavia)

4th Monday in July

Hurricane Supplication Day (Virgin Islands) [4th Monday]

Festivals Beginning July 22, 2024

The Borderland (Alversjö, Denmark) [thru 7.28]

Corn Capital Days (Olivia, Minnesota) [thru 7.28]

Farnborough International Airshow (Farnborough, United Kingdom) [thru 7.26]

Supertoon International Animation Festival (Šibenik, Croatia) [thru 7.26]

USA Beer & Wine Ratings (San Francisco, California)

Feast Days

Abd-al-Masih (Christian; Saint)

Alexander Calder (Artology)

Aphrodisia (Ancient Greek bathing festival of Aphrodite & Peitho)

Aristo (Positivist; Saint)

Beginning of Leo (Astrology; Pagan)

Contemplate the Cosmos Day (Pastafarian)

Dabius (a.k.a. Davies) of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Edward Hopper (Artology)

James Whale Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Joseph of Tiberias (or of Palestine; a.k.a. Count Joseph; Christian; Saint)

Karl Marx Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Leo zodiac sign begins

Loch Ness Monster 1st Sighting (Everyday Wicca)

Markella of Chios (Christian; Saint)

Mary Magdalene (Christian; Saint)

Meneve, Abbot of Menat (Christian; Saint)

Neil Welliver (Artology)

Nohra (Maronite Church)

Pete Dexter (Writerism)

Ruthie Tompson (Artology)

S.E. Hinton (Writerism)

Tom Robbins (Writerism)

Vandrille (a.k.a. Wandregisilus; Christian; Saint)

Vaughn Bodē (Artology)

The Venusian (Muppetism)

Wandregislus (a.k.a. Wandrille; Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 14 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [14 of 24]

Premieres

At Your Service (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1935)

Back to the Shack, by Weezer (Song; 2014)

A Balmy Swami (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1949)

Bikini Beach (Film; 1964)

The Bodyguard (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1944)

Captain America: The First Avenger (Film; 2011)

Crazy Drivers (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1955)

The Daily Show (Late Night TV Talk Show; 1996)

Friends with Benefits (Film; 2011)

Gallipoli, by Alan Moorehead (History Book; 1956)

Green Lantern: Beware My Power (WB Animated Film; 2022)

Ice Age: Collision Course (Animated Film; 2016)

The Inverted World, by Christopher Priest (Novel; 1974)

The Island (Film; 2005)

Hollywood Sweepstakes (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1939)

It’s Hummer Time (WB LT Cartoon 1950)

Jaws 3-D (Film; 1983)

Join Together, by The Who (Song; 1972)

Jungle Jingles (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1929)

Lolita (Film; 1998)

Marnie (Film; 1964)

Midnight Run (Film; 1988)

Mr. Mom (Film; 1983)

Mrs. O’Leary’s Cow (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1938)

My Aim Is True, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1977)

Nope (Film; 2022)

North (Film; 1994)

Plan 9 From Outer Space (Film; 1959)

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (Film; 1954)

Star Trek Beyond (Film; 2016)

The Subtle Knife, by Philip Pullman (Novel; 1997) [His Dark Materials #2]

Weary Willies (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1929)

Today’s Name Days

Magdalena, Maria (Austria)

Lena, Magda, Magdalena, Miglena (Bulgaria)

Lenka, Magdalena, Manda, Marija (Croatia)

Magdaléna (Czech Republic)

Magdalene, Maria (Denmark)

Leen, Leena, Leeni, Made, Madli, Magda, Magdaleena, Mall, Malle (Estonia)

Leena, Leeni, Lenita, Matleena (Finland)

Madeleine, Wandrille (France)

Magdalena, Marlene, Verena (Germany)

Magdalena, Magdalene, Magdalini, Markella (Greece)

Magdolna (Hungary)

Lena, Lorenzo, Maddalena, Maria, Marylena, Menelaos (Italy)

Margita, Marija, Marika, Marina, Marisandra (Latvia)

Dalius, Magdalena, Mantilė, Marija (Lithuania)

Malene, Mali, Malin (Norway)

Albin, Bolesława, Bolisława, Laurencjusz, Maria Magdalena, Milenia, Pankracy, Wawrzyniec, Więcemiła (Poland)

Magdaléna (Slovakia)

Magdalena, María (Spain)

Madeleine, Magdalena (Sweden)

Mada, Madalina, Madalyn, Maddi, Maddie, Maddy, Madel, Madelaine, Madelein, Madeleine, Madelene, Madelina, Madeline, Madie, Madelyn, Mady (Universal)

Amaya, Magda, Magdalen, Magdalena, Magdalene (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 204 of 2024; 162 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of Week 30 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Xin-Wei), Day 17 (Ding-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 16 Tammuz 5784

Islamic: 15 Muharram 1446

J Cal: 24 Red; Threesday [24 of 30]

Julian: 9 July 2024

Moon: 98%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 7 Dante (8th Month) [Aristo]

Runic Half Month: Ur (Primal Strength) [Day 14 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 33 of 94)

Week: 4th Week of July

Zodiac: Leo (Day 1 of 31)

Calendar Changes

  Leo (The Lion) begins [Zodiac Sign 5; thru 8.21]

[avernusfuries]

happy happy birthday! I hope it was wonderful, friend 💜💜

Thank you! I had my mother in law over last night and she baked me a strawberry cake, when I tell you I go feral for strawberries ... My favourite froot! :D

[motownfiction]

the curse of curves

cw: discussions of body image and body dysmorphia

Veronica saves all of her birthday cards in her sock drawer. Mom and Sean encourage it; Grandma and Grandpa think it’s insane (“Where will all of your socks go by the time you turn eighteen?” Grandma asks every time she sees the shrine there.). But Veronica keeps the stash, anyway. It’s a good reminder that, sometimes, her dad cares. It’s a good reminder that, sometimes, he’s not the only one. Far from it.

She finds a card from her fifteenth birthday last year, just from Aunt Emma. The message is very simple: Happy birthday, Veronica! I love you. Veronica smiles and traces the letters with her index finger. Something about the loops between her letters has always been so beautiful in Veronica’s eyes … so comforting in a way she can’t explain.

She picks up a card from Mom on her birthday the year before (the worst birthday of them all; the birthday spent indoors and wiping down boxes of Frosted Flakes and Froot Loops because who knew): To my beautiful rare girl … happy fourteenth! Veronica smiles and traces the letters on Mom’s message, too … loopy and beautiful, kind of like Emma’s. Or maybe Emma’s handwriting is like Mom’s. Either way, Mom’s handwriting is Veronica’s favorite. It’s the one filled with the most beauty; with the most love. She hugs the card to her chest and smiles. Two and a half years later, and it still means something to her. Everything.

Then, Veronica finds a card just from Grandma. This one is from her sixteenth birthday, just six months ago. She grins more as she opens it up and reads the message: Veronica, you are a force. Happy sixteenth birthday, my girl, my girl. I love you. Words like that always mean a lot coming from Grandma. She loves fiercely, of course, but getting her to admit it is another, much more challenging story. But just like with the other two old cards, Veronica traces the lettering. She traces it until she realizes.

She has her mother’s curves. Just like Mom and Emma have the curves of their mother. She closes the sock drawer and walks over to the mirror behind her closet door. Just stares at her reflection for a little while. Shakes her hips and turns to the side to see if she looks OK or if she looks like a bad cartoon. For years already, she’s been insecure about the way she looks. Short, busty, broad-shouldered, brunette, and wearing tops with two X’s on their tags. Veronica doesn’t look a damn thing like so many of the other girls in her class: wispy, willowy blondes, beautiful unto themselves, just … different. Her mother, Aunt Emma, and Grandma all say that Veronica is beautiful as she is. That they all look alike, and they’re beautiful as they are, too. Whenever anybody brings it up, Emma makes a joke about the curse of curves – the name of some annoying song a friend gave to her on a mixed CD in the eighth grade. Veronica has her mother’s curves, and she has the curves of her own mother. But it’s not just in the mirror.

No matter the generation, no matter the technology, their lettering is the same. The comforting curls of their lowercase G’s, the curve of their capital B’s, the sway in the way they draw the letter S, especially when an A precedes it … it’s all the same. They all learned it from each other without even knowing. It’s the same as the curves of their hips and the low, strong, deliberate voices that come out of them. Veronica is just one in a long line of curves. Curves. Everywhere, curves. Veronica closes her eyes, and she imagines just how far the train must stretch back.

It stretches back farther than Veronica’s eye can imagine. What she does see, of course, is beautiful.