#happy birthday here is a painting of myself that i had done

[captainzigo]

my pfp was not made by me. it was made by at least one of the mlp animators because this masterpiece was hanging in starlight’s bedroom.

[howlingday]

The Imposter

Imposter syndrome (IS) is a behavioral health phenomenon described as self-doubt of intellect, skills, or accomplishments among high-achieving individuals. These individuals cannot internalize their success and subsequently experience pervasive feelings of self-doubt, anxiety, depression, and/or apprehension of being exposed as a fraud in their work, despite verifiable and objective evidence of their successfulness. - National Institute of Health

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1 - The Perfectionist

Coco: Nice work, "senior huntsman!"

Jaune: Oh, uh, thanks, Coco.

Coco: I still remember watching you in your first year, no landing strategy except hope ol' P-Nikos snagged you from the air!

Jaune: Er, yeah.

Coco: Hey, why so glum, Arc? What, not satisfied with making it to the big leagues like me~?

Jaune: Well... No, not really. I mean, I didn't earn it like you did. In fact, on my last mission, I literally dropped the package from the Bullhead, and broke one of the ration boxes.

Coco: Yeah, we really need to get sturdier ration boxes. But hey, you got the rest there safely, right? That means something, doesn't it?

Jaune: Well...

Coco: Believe me, pal, (Lowers sunglasses) if anyone deserves to be up here as a senior, it's you.

Jaune: ...Thanks, Coco.

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2 - The Prodigy

Ruby: Aw, man...

Sun: Hey, Ruby! What's- Whoa! (Covers nose) Did you make that?

Ruby: Yeah... I was trying to mix some material like Weiss does, but I couldn't get it.

Sun: How many times have you done this before?

Ruby: This was my first time.

Sun: Well, practice makes perfect, right?

Ruby: But I'm supposed to be already good at this. Everything else I could do on the first try, but this...

Sun: Well, I doubt EVERY time you tried something you got it on the first try, right?

Ruby: Well...

Sun: What, were you decapitating Nevermores and turning Leviathans to stone since diapers?

Ruby: No, but-

Sun: Ah, ah! Nope! Practice makes perfect! I just said that. Which means that sometimes things like this just take time! Look at me! You think I'm as awesome as I am because I was born like this?

Ruby: Uh...

Sun: ...The answer is no. I had to work to get like this! The only thing I didn't have to work for was this pretty face~.

Ruby: Uh-huh... (Giggles) Thanks, Sun.

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3 - The Superhuman

Ren: Everything okay in here, Jaune?

Jaune: Yup! Everything- No! Ack! Everything's fine!

Ren: The oven is smoking.

Jaune: Is it?! Oh no! Ruby's cookies! (Hurries)

Ren: JAUNE! (Catches falling mug and plate) Jaune, what is going on?

Jaune: (Turning off the oven) Well- (Coughs) Ruby said she was feeling kinda down, so I decided to bake some cookies for her. (Pulls tray) Then I remembered Weiss' birthday is tomorrow, so I decided to buy her a mug and then paint it. (Opens window) Then I remembered Blake asked me to help her find that fancy plate her mom was looking for. And Yang-

Ren: Stop. (Sets things down) That's three people already. And two of them don't need this much attention. Why are you doing all of this?

Jaune: Because I said I would, Ren, and if I don't keep my promises, then I'm not a good friend, and if I'm not a good friend, then what am I, then?

Ren: Just one person. (Hand on shoulder) Call me crazy, but I don't think Team RWBY want you to burn down your kitchen- our kitchen -while trying to make them happy. If need be, you can ask for help.

Jaune: But-

Ren: Jaune. You are my friend. You said it yourself; what kind of person am I if I'm not a good friend?

Jaune: ...You're right. (Sighs) Thanks, Ren. By the way, did you use your semblance on me?

Ren: Only a little.

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4 - The Soloist

Yang: Hey, Rubes! Need some help?

Ruby: (Pulling a wagon uphill) I'm... fine...

Yang: You sure? You don't look much like the wagon-pulling type.

Ruby: I can do this. If I can fight the Grimm by myself, I can pull a wagon by myself.

Yang: I... don't think those two really match up.

Ruby: I said... I... can... do... thi- WHOA! (Trips) OH NO! THE ...Huh?

Yang: (Holding the wagon) I got it! So... Mind telling me why you suddenly think you can do everything alone?

Ruby: Because... Because I have to. Everyone is counting on me, and if I can't do it alone-

Yang: Then you ask for help. C'mon, Rubes! We've literally been together through this thing from the start. I didn't make it this far without you, and, well, I like to think you couldn't have made it this far without me.

Ruby: Thanks...

Yang: ...So, uh, could you help me get this wagon up the hill? You're not gonna ask me for help, so I might as well ask you.

Ruby: ... (Scoffs) Okay, yeah. And Yang? (Pushes) Thanks...

Yang: Anytime, Rubes!

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5 - The Expert

Jaune: ...

Ruby: ...

Jaune: I... don't know.

Ruby: N-Neither do I...

Jaune: Wait, you don't know either?

Ruby: Why would I know? You should know!

Jaune: No, I- You grew up with this stuff, so I thought you would know!

Ruby: Well, you're better at this stuff than me, so I thought you would know!

Jaune: (Sighs) I didn't want to do this, but... Oz? Do you know?

Ozpin: Lightning dust is yellow, Mr. Arc.

Jaune: I thought it was blue.

Ruby: I thought it was white! Like, yellow lightning? When was the last time you saw that?

Jaune: Right? Every time I saw electricity, it was always blue!

Ozpin: If it's any consolation, I originally thought it was red. It took years of trial and error to figure out what color applied to which dust element.

Ruby: Thanks, but...

Jaune: It doesn't change the fact that we're both still failures...

Ozpin: Neither of you are failures. Hardly so! Ms. Rose, you have achieved a status as a symbol of hope for the people of Remnant, a task I was unable to achieve in my countless centuries of existence! And you, Mr. Arc, have been through the worst of what this, and other worlds, have to offer, and you have survived and thrived! Though you both have faced your own, personal sets of hardship, and undoubtedly are likely to face much greater challenges ahead, both of you have made so far as to become true heroes of Remnant. And I hope you never forget that.

Jaune: ...Thanks, Oz.

Ruby: Yeah, thanks, Mr. Ozpin.

Ozpin: Happy to help! Now, on to question 2 of Beginner's Guide to Dust...

[zaksdolls]

The Skelita Howliday doll has been on sale on Amazon (at fluctuating prices) so I gave in and bought her as a birthday gift for myself. As I scrolled through the reviews I was concerned that she would arrive in a mangled box and damaged. Thankfully, she turned up pristine!

The packaging is quite nice. I very much like the skull winged butterflies. It's a shame that they are not really used anywhere else besides the fabric print of the dress.

Anywho, I've already complained enough about the doll's design and I'm sure there are plenty of reviews out there so I'll go quickly!

STAND:

Yes, very nice details on stand base. Good. I was surprised when I realized it's a saddle stand. I've had to stick a wad of putty on the saddle to keep Skelita in place lest she falls out.

Now she topples over stand and all! X'D

HEADPIECE:

I was happy to see the skullettes in the flowers have all this sculpted detail! Unfortunately, the painted detailed are a bit off.

The headpiece is made of a harder plastic and is hollow with an open back.

At first, I thought, "Oh, nice. It's much lighter than the first adult collector Skelita's headpiece!"

But then I remembered that I actually really dislike when companies cut corners by neglecting the backside of their toys and products. All angles should be taken into consideration.

Especially on a collector doll.

SHOES:

Shoes are nice. I like the detail of the sole and flowers.

JEWELRY:

Itty bitty skullette beads.

And another skullette with sculpted details. A nice touch.

I'm honestly surprised to see a total of six bracelets and a necklace on this doll. They don't have much in the way of painted details, but I'll take what I can get.

DRESS:

Skelitas used to come with a plastic piece in the shape of the standard Monster High torso to help clothes fit on her boney frame. Now she comes with this. Undergarments I guess? ;P

The ruffle and sleeves are made of the same stretchy fabric and covered with some gold glitter. The sleeves' edges are secured with an overlock stitch while the ruffle is left raw.

Beginning to fray.

The dress's skirt fabric is that thick plasticy fabric that kind of feels like paper. I do not care for this fabric in the least.

(I was trying to capture the stiffness of the fabric by scrunching it in the photo.)

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After disassembly, I washed her and her clothes. The purple stretchy fabric began to stick onto itself during the washing process. Perhaps the glitter adhesive reactivated with the water and/or the heat. Thankfully, I was able to separate it all again. The top portion of the skirt ruffle folded over during washing and I actually prefer it this way.

Happy accident.

I was able to bring down and relax the sleeves with some added (light) heat. Thank goodness because I did not like how those sleeves looked from factory.

I also took it upon myself to straighten and quickly style her hair with a half ponytail.

For a collector doll, I expect some styling from the company but she came with nothing.

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Here she is:

The more I look at her, the more I appreciate her. The colors are nice and are pretty cohesive. There are some nice details and she's a "pretty" doll.

However, for this being a collector doll priced at almost 50USD and knowing that Mattel can and has done so much better in terms of design and materials, I'm very disappointed.

But for what I actually paid?

She's okay.

Either way, I'm very happy to have her.

In truth, I would like to buy another one. Either for fodder, or to keep one as factory and another customized. Will only do that if she drops considerably in price.

[personasintro]

Hi Mimi. Can I ask you for advice.

I have a friend who is mad at me because I’m not calling her back 24/7, and because I can’t hang out all the time and have to cancel due to the fact that I work and they sometimes, even if I have plans, call me in.

I couldn’t attend her boyfriend’s surprise birthday dinner, who she’ve only been dating for like 4 months and I’ve only met twice, because they wanted to go out late at night and I was working the day before, during, and the day after. However that particular day I got to finish my shift early because it was raining so my boss told me to just go home. On my way home another friend called me, who I haven’t seen in four month because we live 1h and 45min away from each other. My birthday is in two weeks but she’s going on vacation soon, she asked if we could meet up in the city and have dinner, this is like 4-5pm, because she wanted to celebrate me by buying me dinner. I said okey. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong. We meet up, have dinner, order some drinks, and I post a video of us. The other friend, not even 5 minutes later, sends me a loooong message about what a bad friend I am without even knowing anything. I didn’t answer her right away and decided to wait until I was home. I got home at like 8:30, and the dinner was around 9-10isch so even if I didn’t go out with my friend I couldn’t go and celebrate her boyfriend because I needed to sleep.

She really went off on me, said a lot of things, and made me feel so shitty for nothing. So I wrote back and told her, we’re not kids, I didn’t do anything wrong, I explained briefly why I went out with my friend, and I also told her it’s my life and nobody can get mad at me for my choices, even if I was free that day it still shouldn’t be a problem because I don’t have an obligation to anybody. I also told her that I think it’s wrong that she decided to message me when she saw I was out, she could have waited and brought it up the next day instead of basically trying to ruin my night. I also texted her “don’t worry about this now, go and have fun, enjoy, let’s talk face 2 face when we get the chance” She then texted me back saying “I am celebrating his birthday all weekend, we can talk another day, I don’t have time to deal with this now”. I wrote back “sure”. My first thought, before I calmed myself down, was “so you have time to ruin my night, and start this whole thing, but you don’t have time to finish it?”.

Am I the asshole? Hahaha this sounds like a reddit post, I wanted to write it there but I don’t want to take a risk of her seeing it. Your account, your stories and you are also my comfort zone. I just feel safe here, which is why I am sorry for the rant and headache you have now. I just don’t like to talk about other people with other people, which is why I’m not asking for advice from my friends. But at the same time I’m desperate because I feel like I have done everything for her but just because I have work and have to prioritize myself I’m suddenly a bad friend for not attending her bfs dinner who I’ve only met twice. I mean it’s not like I missed her wedding day. It’s not like I was talking shit about her or told everyone her secrets for her to call me awful names and paint me as the bad guy. It’s not like the plan hanged on me, and I said no, and everybody stayed home but then I went out anyways. They still went out and had fun, so why should it be a problem if I was there or not.

I just want to add that this friendship is solely about me being there for her, I’m basically her therapist. I’ve never ever had demands on her or how she should treat me. I’m so drama free like this is my only drama in life atm in the past 6 years. I’m so easy going. You know that last year on my birthday she didn’t wish me a happy bday, and last year I asked her 6 times if she wanted to go on a vacation and she said no, but then she posts on snap that she’s going on a “random trip” with a girl she met 6 month ago at a gym who she doesn’t even talk to anymore because she feels that the girl was to clingy. I didn’t say anything because I thought it’s okey I’m not gonna ruin her day, vacation or whatever for something so silly, it’s HER life. I’m always there for her, even if I’m busy I always try to show her that she is not neglected by maybe sending her a song, or meme, or even going as far as telling her that I’m gonna be busy and that she can call me if it’s an emergency otherwise I won’t be so active. I always have her back, she calls me 4 in the morning and I pick up without blinking twice. My parents treat her as a second daughter, I’m always there for her as much as I can, and I just have to add that last month, I didn’t sleep for 36h and had a 10h shift the day after, but I still went out with her because she needed a friend due to having a bad day. I neglected my mental health for her. And our convos are 90% about her, 7% about random stuff, and 3% about me, and I STILL DONT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT because idgaf. Im honestly so unbothered I really don’t care, but right now I care because I feel that the text she sent me, and the way she wanted to paint me, and the words she used even though I’ve never ever had anything negative about her coming out of my mouth…I just feel like this is so unfair and I don’t know what to do. Should I end the friendship? Or maybe talk to her and try to make her understand? Im just so lost and this is honestly so sad because we’ve been friend for 12 years if not more. I don’t want it to end over something so silly…

Much love💜

Again I’m sorry for ranting, if you have advice I want to thank you for them. And I also want to thank you before hand for taking the time to read this. I admire u and ur stories!

I just have to add: she’s not a bad person, her good qualities overshadows the bad ones, which is why we’re still friends.

This message was sent a while back and I am sorry for responding only now. Maybe you were able to figure it out on your own or things happened after this. But all I can recommend for you to do is to talk to your friend, if you haven’t already. If I were you, I’d try to communicate and make her see where I am coming from as well and then… there’s nothing much you can do from there. You’ll see how she takes it and whether she’s able to see your side or not. Regardless of everything, she shouldn’t take you for granted and cut you some slack.

Like you said, you don’t want your friendship to end over something silly but maybe it’s not something silly at all. In the end, you don’t want friends who makes you feel guilty and take you for granted all the time. Just the fact your entire friendship seems to be focusing on her rather than on both of you says a lot. You shouldn’t be treated that way and you do deserve someone who equally cares about you as a person :)

[senkusphone]

@aresagainstthemachine asked so this one is for you. Video of it working at the end.

Here's the one project I am so proud of I named my entire blog after it.

Back in 2020, while I was stuck at home with few pleasant things to do, I decided to bring this contraption to life.

Only recently had I gotten into this inspiring series called Dr. Stone, and when I saw them make this device in the anime, I knew it was my divine calling to build it, for I had prior experience building circuits with vacuum tubes, an interest that was fostered greatly by my late grandfather when I was a boy. It had been because of the stories he'd tell me that I built my first crystal radio back then (which took me about 4 years of trial and error). Now, people had ''built'' the phone on youtube at least once before, but I was not satisfied with what they did, when they used parts that were too advanced and didn't even get it to transmit a voice, only to pick up radio stations. So I tried to go beyond while being as accurate as possible to the level of technology they had, I was seeking to achieve more with less

Making something that picks a radio signal is relatively easy, the challenge was making it also produce its own signal so it could truly be used as a phone (or more accurately, like a walkie talkie), and I restricted myself to use the most primitive tubes I had, the ones most similar to what old Kaseki would have made.

(Happy birthday to Kaseki by the way, February 9th) I started out using this beautiful Western Electric 262-A tube. This general purpose triode was developed around 1928 by the Bell Telephone company and one of the things it was known to be used for, was in cinema projectors to amplify the sound from the early talkie films. I think that's interesting enough to mention.

It wasn't long until my experiments showed great promise, eventually I moved on to a type 45 vacuum tube, another triode which is more powerful as a transmitter than the 262-A yet its construction is much more primitive. This tube is very similar to what Senku & Co. would've had.

I started building the definitive device, simultaneously laying a plan to combine a transmitter and receiver in the same unit using just one tube, a task that required this one part to perform four different duties (because I hadn't read the manga, and I didn't know the final unit they dispatched used two tubes instead of just one). On new year's eve at the end of 2020, the circuit was broadcasting One Small Step by Lillian Weinberg, loud and clear to a radio across the room.

You can get a recording of that in the link below as Tumblr won't let me upload it (yes I am using discord to host files, it also works for hosting images for your fanfics on Ao3, you're welcome).

The wooden circuit board was wired with homemade wires, made by cutting a sheet of copper into strips, and wrapping them in cotton and thread. A relay is used to switch the phone from receiver mode to transmitter mode with the push of a button.

Then the coils were calculated and wound, including the iconic large transmit coil

but would this coil that was made to look like the one in the series, be suitable to repeat what I had achieved in my experiments, would it resonate and produce the signal?

yes

I intended originally to have this project done before season 2 of Dr. Stone started, and put out a youtube video, but that ended up not happening. Still, the unit finally came together, and the plastic housing was a tupper with the rim cut off, painted orange and applied lettering.

By now season 2 had already ended, I believe, or it was soon to. Before I painted the case, I had to have one definitive test, to see that my creation demonstrated the functionality it promised, and now I had just the right voice to do it.

The final circuit was based on the work of radio pioneer Edwin Howard Armstrong, who was one of the fellows who invented the wireless world we know it today.

I turned the switch, and watched as the tungsten filament in the tube started glowing red. First I adjusted the receive coil and a radio station came in on the crystal earpiece, then, with a radio receiver in tune nearby, I started the sound I wanted to send over the air, and I pressed the transmit button...

It's true, it can be done. Today, there are people still alive who saw the day when the cutting edge of electronics was at this level. How far we've come from these baby steps, over such a short time.

Isn't science awesome?

I still haven't built a second unit.

[lostgracestories]

Distant Sparks (Miguel O'Hara x Reader) pt 2

YALL I COULD NOT HELP MYSELF- Okay so I totally didn't plan to be writing part 2 of this while I'm at school nor did I expect to write this much so HOLY CRAP guys, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

cw: cold(ish) miguel (he's getting better)

wc: 1271

pt1 ->pt2<- pt3

It’s been 2 days since you had decided that you were going to make a gift for Miguel. You were sitting in your house at the table with a project lying in front of you. You had always been artistic but never very sciencey, so you had decided to build him a spider-shaped wooden paperweight for him. You had taken great care to make sure that the gift looked as perfect as possible, spending over 5 hours on it over the past 2 days.

You grabbed the paint sitting next to your wooden project and dipped your brush inside the red. With each careful stroke over the wood, a new thought bubbled into your mind.

I hope Miguel likes this!

That was the most consistent thought out of all of them. Of course, you hoped he would like it. This was your hard work! You always bought or made gifts for your friends on their birthdays, but even though you knew Miguel was disinterested in being friends with anybody, you wanted to break down that wall that he had built.

After touching up the spider lying in front of you, you finally left it to dry. You hadn’t realized that it was now past dinner and you hadn’t even eaten yet! You had been so focused on that gift that you had lost track of the time. You quickly scurried into your kitchen and opened the fridge. You pulled out an apple to tide you over then when you finished eating it, you went and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was the day that you would get to give that gift to Miguel.

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Miguel was glued to those yellow screens up on his platform as usual. However, today was different. Miguel knew it was his birthday, but he had made it clear to everyone that he had no interest in celebrating it. He didn’t have the time to. He didn’t deserve it. Yet, he thought back to your conversation with him a few days ago and found himself subconsciously anticipating you to walk through those doors into his office. It made him feel stupid every time someone walked through those doors and he unwillingly hoped it was you. He had to admit… the kindness that you brought into spider society had begun to touch him too.

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You rushed through the halls of the society after you had slept in way later than you had planned to. You carried a moderately small gift bag in your hand that was decorated with sugar skulls. You hadn’t done it intentionally, you just grabbed one of the gift bags you had saved from an old Halloween gift exchange. You were always about saving money where you could, keeping old gift bags in your closet to reuse.

As you hastily approached the doors to Miguel’s office you felt yourself become increasingly excited. After finally reaching the doors, you walked in and called up to Miguel’s platform with enthusiasm.

“Happy Birthday!!! I know you told me not to get you anything so I made you something!!” Miguel is almost startled by your sudden presence but he quickly turns away from his work as if he was expecting you to show up. He curses himself for turning so quickly to you.

“I don’t want it”

You huffed and pouted at his lackluster response. You hadn’t spent over 5 hours of your time to just hear him say that then throw it away! You responded with the gift outstretched up towards him.

“I spent a long time making it for you though… at least look at it?”

You suggested and heard an audible groan and a mumbled ‘ay dios mio’ before Miguel gave in and put his hands on his hips, his eyes still focused on you.

“Fine. Bring it up here.” You smiled brightly at your accomplishment and carefully webbed yourself up to meet him on his platform. Miguel kept his eyes trained on you before they wandered down to the gift bag and he rolled his eyes at the design.

“Is the bag supposed to be funny?”

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment for a moment and quickly begin to explain why the bag had sugar skulls on it.

“No! I keep gift bags from parties and stuff to reuse them and I didn’t notice that I had put the gift in this specific bag…”

You give him a giddy smile and hand him the bag. He raises a brow at your explanation but chooses not to question it. As he takes the bag from you he peeks inside and carefully pulls out the parchment paper to reveal the gift sitting at the the bottom. The moment he sees it he pauses. He doesn’t even pull it out yet.

“What is it…?”

He looks up at you in confusion at the gift. Sure, he saw that it was a wooden spider, but what was its purpose? To be honest, it reminded him of a gift from a child. He only half realized it, but he found it a bit endearing.

“It’s a paperweight! Jess told me that you always have a ton of paperwork up here and now that I’m up here I can see she was right!”

Miguel purses his lips as he glances over his desk space at the papers strewn across it. He never had the time to organize them. He thought about it for a moment before returning his attention to the gift and tenderly pulling it out of the bag and setting it down on his desk. He sighed heavily and shook his head.

“Thank you… But please, no more gifts…”

You nod at his request, acknowledging him.

“No more gifts- until next year!”

You say it so excitedly that he swears he can feel his heart clench. You were so kind to him while all he had been was harsh to you since you stepped foot into spider society. He knit his brows together and frowned, causing you to give him a puzzled expression.

“Are you alright?”

“Lo siento…”

He mumbles the apology so quietly that you almost don’t hear. Half of him hoped you wouldn’t understand what he was saying while the other half hoped you would and that you would accept the apology without question. Well, you did know Spanish and you knew exactly what he said. Your response?

“Por que?”

His gaze turns away from you and he shakes his head.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. Now, you should go help Jess fill out those reports. Tell her to have you start bringing them from now on”

Once again. His words leave you extremely puzzled as you stand there staring at his back.

“Wh-”

Miguel cuts you off before you can finishing asking him why.

“Because Jess is busy. She goes on high-profile missions. I need her focused on missions, not delivering paperwork”

Miguel’s cold tone takes the place of his previous less hostile one and you realize that just like the last time you had talked to him, this conversation was over. You nod behind him, even though you know he can’t see you and you quietly exit his office. As Miguel is left by himself he feels his heart ache a bit at the absence of your cheerful presence. Regardless, Miguel focuses back on work reminding himself that you are just a distraction to his work. Yet, he can’t keep himself from allowing his eyes to wander over to the wooden spider. He stared at it for a while before sighing and shaking his head. What on earth had you done to him?

[maniacalgenius]

heyyyy everyone!!!

so!! i had my exam(s) yesterday. 64/75 on the solo one and 71/75 on the group one, which i’m happy with. of course i’ve already put the numbers into my spreadsheet, and i will only need 2/3 of the points on the last exam (which isn’t cumulative! whoop!) to keep my A.

since the pressure is so little for the third exam, i’m taking it as an opportunity to practice studying really well for exams, so i can feel confident about my ability to do so in the fall.

it’s been a pretty chill last day and a half; after my exam yesterday, i picked up food and went to study with my best friend at her house. (we planned this earlier because she was stressed. i forgot to ask the prof to send me the next lecture to study, so i mostly just yapped and drew flowers on my iPad.)

then my mom and i went to the bookstore to get a present for a friend. (of course, after i found said present, i also found something for another friend and stuff for school for myself.) then we went home, i took a shower, went to bed and i was asleep by like eleven. (ahh, the life.)

this morning i had a very nice surprise, which was that my organic chemistry professor from last fall/unofficial mentor was in her office! so i was able to bring her early birthday presents and had a nice little visit with her! and i got to say hi to the prof i had in the spring, who is also lovely :)

it’s a long story but basically she was the first prof to treat me like a person and not an aggregation of grades. going to her for help shut off my fight or flight response and allowed me to just try my best. since last fall, i go to her office all the time to study and chat. and i drive her son to and from places when she’s busy with class :) i’ve decided that i’m going to call her dr. sandwich here for anonymity.

anyways! after that i had some time before class and my prof had sent me the lecture so i went to the student center and took notes. class itself was really nice today; she did an extra credit activity, so i’m glad i was there for that.

after class i came home and worked on my little painting for my best friend’s birthday. i can’t wait until it’s done!! and until i get to give it to her next week!! then my mom and i had dinner and i studied some more. didn’t use the forest app because i was simultaneously watching Harry Potter and that felt like it would be cheating 😂

here are some pictures from the past few days:

1. my little brought me flowers when she came to visit and when the sunflower was finally on its last leg my mom decided to use it for one of her projects!

2. snowball!!!! in this house we are all about the Little Treats

3. baby blanket i made for my big sister to give to her friend :)

4. new (ish) lunar chronicles covers!!! i want this set so badly :] (i’m pretty sure this is the second time that i have taken a picture of these covers and added it to the “books i want” album in my phone 😂)

5. the flowers i drew on procreate while i yapped and my friend studied!! the blue one is my favorite, the other ones were more of a warm-up but i still love them <3

the plan for the rest of today is: read my Bible, get ready, go pick up my friend and go to our other friend’s birthday gathering, take friend home, go home and go to bed :))

here is my plan of attack for the next exam:

- notes on part 12, quizlet 12 (it’s amazing what you can get done with the help of Harry Potter)

- notes on part 13, quizlet 13

- notes on part 14, quizlet 14

- notes on part 15, quizlet 15

- read through all flashcards twice

- star most important terms

- memorize important terms

hopefully i will be able to keep myself motivated to keep up as we get through the different parts. only three left!! i’m going to try to get ahead this weekend since a friend is coming to stay at my house next week in between moving apartments; i’m also going to spend this weekend trying to make progress towards fixing my sleep schedule.

☙ song on loop: while doing notes today on campus i had “temporary bliss” by the cab playing.

☙ current book: last night i finished rereading the sorcerer’s stone!! i was definitely not half falling asleep. i don’t have the chamber of secrets on iBooks sadly and i don’t want to pull my physical copy off the shelf because i already have too many physical books that i’m trying to read floating around in my house, so i think my next comfort re-read will be another childhood favorite series, the sisters grimm.

☙ hours studied today: on my little app i have 40 minutes spent studying so far today. however! i also used it during class to keep myself from getting distracted because it blocks everything else on my phone, so i have another 1 hour and 9 minutes from that. hopefully this method will work in the fall when i have a bunch more hours to spend in class.

that’s all for now folks!!

xx

[captaingrebelguf]

Yule Tidings

Okey dokey, well I found myself with some time on my hands this weekend unexpectedly. So what else does a few glasses of wine lead to? 🍷

It leads to me slamming out a Christmas story for my ghestie, @copiousloverofcopia. Because she's a delight and she makes my life better. ❤️

🎄 Merry Ghristmas, girlfriend.🎄

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Sister Alessandra and her and Terzo's brood borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read it. Multiple times. Or read ANYTHING she makes. It'll warm your dark lil soul. 💜

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So. A few weeks back, the night before Luciana was born…

...

Terzo’s hands hovered protectively around over his daughter’s as she used a wooden match to light the long, pale candles driven into the oak log. 

“Ben fatto, mia figlia. Brava!” Terzo smiled, blowing out the match before kissing Mena’s cheek. 

The family’s yule log was now lit and seated in front of a frosted window. The glow of the festive stump and their newly-decorated Yule tree illuminated the Papal suite. 

Terzo promised to give his wife a day to herself and he had made good on his word. He woke, fed, and dressed the two kids and whisked them outside on an adventure with Zio ‘Peemo’. They had scavenged the forest to gather foragable materials to decorate an altar. Alessandra tiredly beamed at her family from the couch. Her “quiet” day had consisted of a nap, an overdue date with a few hours of Hulu, and indulging in the many holiday treats Primo was handing off to his dear, exhausted cognata daily. Frank Sinatra droned on in the background. The fireplace crackled and a simmer pot courtesy of Primo was bubbling on the stove; the smell of clove and bergamot wafted through the flat. A plate of frosted cookies remained half eaten on the coffee table. 

Primo suggested frosting cookies as a way to entertain the children to give Alé some much-needed alone time. Copia tagged along once he had gotten wind of cookies being mentioned. He and Terzo had been more than happy to help frost their own versions of cookies. Primo helped his brother’s children decorate trees adorned with pentagrams and demon-esque snowmen. Alessandra was less than amused to find the cookies her husband made specifically for her were just well-endowed gingerbread people with very poorly done corpse paint to resemble his own.

Mena jumped up onto the couch and threw her arms around her mom’s neck. Dante yawned as he snuggled closer to his mother; the excitement of the day beginning to wear on the interim youngest Emeritus. Mena sunk down to be at eye level with Alé’s bump.

“Okay, Luci, we have everything decorated for you. So we’re ready for you now!” Mena pleaded with her unborn sibling.

“Sadly, it doesn’t quite work that way,” Alessandra lamented giving her stomach a gentle rub, pulling her oldest daughter in for a hug.

“Well, she’ll be here sooner or later,” Terzo chimed in, pouring himself a refill of the leftover vin brulé he had pilfered from Primo’s quarters. Terzo sipped on his drink before turning back to his family, “Or else she’s going to share a birthday with a certain leper-groping, carpenter hippie.”

“Uh, we’re getting into overtime as it is here,” Alessandra interrupted, “She better be out well before the 25th…”

“I mean, Alé, unless you could try to keep her in until the, eh, 25th? We could use her as an anti-Christ figure against the Church!” Terzo rambled on. Alé shook her head, refusing to participate in her husband’s chaos.

“Luci is not going to be the anti-Christ,” Mena stated matter of factly. Alé’s eyebrows shot up as she turned to look at their oldest.

Terzo paused and raised his eyebrow at his daughter. He hesitated, but he had to know, “What makes you say that, topolina?”

Mena coyly smiled at her father and buried her face into his mother’s side, becoming bashful all of a sudden. Terzo’s expression pulled into a frown as he shook his head at his daughter, muttering to himself, “Stregallina pazza..”

“It’s getting pretty late, little ones,” Alé pointed out, kissing the top of her daughter’s head, motioning to the clock above the fireplace. Alé leaned back and peered over to Dante. The young boy had been watching the candle flames bounce from the adorned yule log, but as soon as he caught his mother’s gaze, he clamped his eyelids shut. Alessandra chuckled and gave him a gentle shake, “Dante, are you already asleep?”

“Yes,” Dante insisted, without opening his eyes as he fought off a smile. He rolled away from his mother as she began to tousle his hair up; he buried his face into the couch cushions. 

Terzo smirked as he snatched the pillow up from under his son’s head and gently bopped him in the back with the decorative cushion, “You sleep talk now, too, eh? Piccolo bugiardo.”

Dante giggled as he attempted to protect himself from the leisurely blows Terzo continued to pelt him with as he sipped away at his drink. Terzo finished his drink and set the glass back down on the table as he took the pillow and lovingly squished it against Dante’s face one more time. He clicked his tongue at his offspring, motioning between them both, “You heard your mama. Bed time.”

“I’m not tired,” Mena replied, suppressing a yawn. Dante had quieted down again, breathing softly, still buried beneath the throw pillow.

“Yes, I know. It’s amazing how you’re never tired,” Terzo admitted defeatedly as he shifted his weight to his hip, placing his hands on his waist. He furrowed his brow as he looked at Mena; his daughter maintained unbreaking, pleading eye contact. Terzo couldn’t help but cave. If anyone else said it, he’d beat their ass; but he was without question, a complete pushover for his precious daughter. 

“Ay, fine, why not go find the new book Zio Copia got for you and show your fratellino before bed?” Terzo suggested. He heard his wife cough and pat at her throat.

“ahHEM--weak--hhem.”

Terzo snapped his attention to glare daggers at his wife. Alé chewed on her lips to keep from laughing-- hoping to not pee herself. Before he could start his thought, his daughter’s cries interrupted him. 

“Yes!” Mena screeched enthusiastically as she leapt up from the couch, jostling Dante awake again, “And then after we read the book maybe we can get a rat for Yule, Papa??”

“No rats!” Terzo exclaimed, wide-eyed, putting his hands up to silence his daughter as she began to ramble to her father at a mile a minute. Damn his fratellino; filling his children’s minds with ratto thoughts.

“Papa!” Mena pleaded, her expression mimicking her father’s pout. Terzo felt his eyelid twitch.

“No. Rats.” Terzo insisted as he pointed towards Mena’s bedroom, “Sbrigati.”

Mena let out a heavy sigh as she marched towards her room, Dante quietly slid off the couch and bobbled after his sister. The two shuffled to the older one’s room where they could talk about maybe having Zio talk to their papa about a new pet.

“Why are you so opposed to this? Didn’t you boys have pets growing up?” Alessandra pried as she dropped her hands behind her in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from her back. The ache today was no joke and she couldn’t wait to be done with this whole pregnancy.

Terzo huffed as he sunk down into the couch next to his partner, “Well yes, occasionally, the ones we’d find outside… the snakes.. The lizard.. The frogs.. but Primo always made us return them. But I also didn’t find myself with a wife and three children back then. Back then I had time for additional commitments! I refuse to take care of anything else at this time. Do you want to do it? Manage all of us plus a furry stronzo?!”

Alessandra smirked, choosing not to answer her husband. She adjusted herself to rest her head against his chest; Terzo gathered her legs and dropped them over his lap so he could massage her swollen calves. Alessandra moaned a little louder than she had planned as her head lolled back against the couch’s armrest.

“Prometto, when they’re out of my home, they can have as many disease-ridden burdens as they can handle,” Terzo clucked his tongue as he mimed circles around his head, “I have enough disease-ridden, snot burdens as it is.”

She frowned as she held out the back of her palm in an attempt to touch his forehead. Terzo awkwardly strained over for his wife to feel his skin. Most things ended up being a group effort for the past few weeks, “You do feel warm. Maybe you have thee crud.”

“Are you surprised? Alé, I feel like it's every other two weeks one of us is sick because of the two mostriciattoli,” Terzo stared incredulously at his wife as he continued .

Alé rolled her eyes as she let herself sink further into the couch. She winced as she felt the dull cramping in her back again. 

“Are you alright, amore?” Terzo questioned. Alessandra let out a sharp breath, holding her side.

“She’s definitely down in the right spot, that’s for sure,” Alé wrinkled her nose, clenching her jaw. Terzo’s mouth formed a tight line as he reached a hand over to place against her firm stomach.  He paused for a moment, considering his words before continuing.

“Well after the week you’ve had on your hands and knees begging for my cock, I had hoped that would help get something moving,” his concerned expression turning into a mischievous grin, gently patting her belly.

“Get your hands off me,” Alessandra hissed at him, batting his hands away from her. She attempted to pull her legs away, but Terzo held on, keeping her in place.

“I can bring a lot to the table, dolce,” Terzo purred, capturing her hand. He gently lifted her fingers and brought them to his lips; placing a chaste kiss. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, eliciting a giggle in response.

“Yes, Terzo, believe me, I’m very aware. Sometimes too much,” she laughed motioning with her free hand to her stomach. He smirked before leaning forward to kiss her belly. Alé cupped his cheek and gave him a content smile. Terzo softened his gaze as he locked eyes with her. Alé’s breath hitched as she suddenly felt her husband crush his lips against hers. Alé let out a soft moan as she felt her husband’s hands wriggle down the front of her robe and cup at her enlarged breast. Terzo continued to nip and bite at her neck as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Alé wanted this so badly, but the kids were too close and knew a book wouldn’t keep them busy long enough.

“Hey!” Alé interjected against her husband’s fervent kisses, she gently placed her palm against his chest to snap him out of this state, “Hey, keep it in your pants, Papa! This one would be hard to play off in front of them.”

Terzo blinked back, trying to change gears wasn’t so easy when his Prime Mover looked like this. He felt slightly light-headed as he sat back against the couch with his cock straining against the confines of his slacks. He willed the blood to continue to circulate to other parts of his body. 

“Mi dispiace…” he cleared his throat and let out a long, frustrated sigh, “Alé, when you are like this, something takes over my mind, and I can’t think straight around you.”

“Well, I am flattered, but I’m also exhausted and like you said, you already had a good run this week.”

Terzo sighed, trying to focus on anything other than her breasts, his eyes flitted to the side table momentarily before changing his tone, “You know… I was only trying to add on a second early yule gift for my bellissima Prime Mover.”

Alé glowered at him. The emotional whiplash this man gave her sometimes made her question if it was worth it, “Second gift what!? Terzo, we said no gifts for each other this year. PERIOD.”

“It’s not a gift, per se!” Terzo argued, backsliding. 

“Listen to me, I have very little patience right now for you. You bring me cookies with massive, very graphic dicks on them. You massage my legs to just cop a feel--”

“I most certai--”

“Ah!” Alessandra cut him off and continued, “You beat our son!”

Terzo broke out into a shit-eating grin and laughed boisterously, “Please, like you wouldn’t smack the shit out of that little cattivello with a pillow if you had the chance!”

Alé’s serious face broke and she giggled, giving her husband a gentle shove, “You know what Primo told me? Dante pulls the same shit you and Secondo put that poor man through! So this IS actually all your fault that he’s like this. This is just generational karma!”

“That chiacchierone is nothing but a gossip! Stop talking about me behind my back with my fratello!” Terzo scoffed, waving his wife off, still chuckling to himself.

“You know I only agreed to marry you because it would get me closer to Primo,” Alé teased, scratching her nails down Terzo’s arm, Terzo rolling his eyes at her comment. The two lovers sat in comfortable silence taking in the disarray of their festively decorated home. This many years later, neither of them could still fathom this is where their path would take them.

“Eh, so, I did get you… a something,” Terzo finally admitted, fiddling around with his golden wedding ring, avoiding his wife’s accusatory gaze. Alé softly, but deliberately, punched him square in the shoulder.

“God. Damn. You,” Alessandra’s stare could have turned her husband into a Medusa-esque statue, “And I mean that, Terzo! We said no gifts! You make me look bad because I am capable of following rules!”

Terzo winked at her, rubbing his shoulder, as he leaned back behind the couch, snagging a small black box from the side table she hadn’t noticed before. He held the gift out to her; it was adorned with a dried orange and a cinnamon stick

“You bastard,” she grumbled, crossing her arms. Terzo placed the small box on top of her stomach. Alessandra huffed, jiggling the box.

“Consider our daughter in there your gift to me,” Terzo added, giving her leg a gentle squeeze.

“Oh you’re damn right she is!” Alé interjected as she felt their unborn child wedge her foot into her ribcage. The more she thought about it, the less bad she felt. Terzo wasn’t the one who was going to have to push another one of his big-headed children out from his crotch in the upcoming days. This was the least he could do for her. She lifted the giftbox and removed the ribbon fastening on the lid. Alessandra lifted the lid to reveal a delicate, gold, three moon pendant with a sizeable amethyst affixed to it. Her jaw dropped as she gaped at the necklace.

“Jesus Christ.”

“He had nothing to do with this one either, my love,” Terzo chuckled. He brushed a strand of Alé’s beautiful hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Alessandra stared at the jewelry, feeling every emotion all at once. Terzo continued, “I felt this was only fitting. Something nice for the woman who is graciously making me a father for the third time. Grazie, mia dea oscura. Grazie di tutto.”

“Oh Terzo,” Alé sniffed, “This is too much…”

“It is just barely the start, amore,” Terzo hummed, “After all you’ve done for me; with me. You deserve the world, vita mia. Thank you doesn’t seem to cut it.”

Alessandra chuckled as she handed her husband the jewelry to safely place on the table next to his crude gingerbread persons, “Alright, help me up. I’m going to start a bath, you get the kids into bed, then meet me back at the tub. I think you’ve earned one more round to really get something moving here.”

Terzo stared wide-eyed at his wife, in complete disbelief his plan had worked, “Ave Satanas.”

“Come on, cowboy,” Alé rubbed her hand against the length of his hardening cock, she leaned over to him as she pointed a stern finger in his face, as she mocked, “Sbrigati, eh?”

Terzo sucked his teeth, ignoring the piss poor imitation of himself his wife had just pulled on him, as he quickly sprung to his feet to assist Alé. As he helped her up, he pulled her straight into his embrace. He began planting small kisses over her face and neck, “Grazie mille. You will not regret this, Sorella!”

“Last chance, though, mister,” Alé warned him as she pulled away from his arms. Terzo hurriedly began snuffing out candles and grabbing dishes to leave in the kitchenette for later. She winked at him as she waddled down to their bathroom to go make good on her proposition. 

Translations: 

Ben fatto, mia figlia -- Well done, my girl

Stregallina pazza -- Crazy little witch

Piccolo bugiardo -- Little liar

Sbrigati -- Hurry up

Mostriciattoli -- Little monsters

Cattivello -- trouble-maker

Chiacchierone -- Chatterbox

Grazie, mia dea oscura -- Thank you, my dark goddess

Grazie di tutto -- Thank you for everything

[grav3yardbb92]

Ronnie Radke x f!reader

my mom, his mom, my sister.....'. "sigh"

I scribble down a list of people to make invitations for. My boyfriend, Ronnie, proposed to me last week and we are rushing to get married before he leaves on tour.

My mind shifts to how our relationship started.

(Two years ago)

I'm sitting on a couch in this crowded club, with a fake smile painted on my face. It's my birthday, I should be happy right? Nope, not when my best friend since forever, Katie, is almost an hour late.

"Hey, Y/N" I turn around, hoping to see Katie, instead I only see her boyfriend, Ronnie. He sits down next to me.

"Katie's not with you" I ask hopefully

" uh, no, she should've been here already. " " speaking of...." He trails off and hands over a gift bag" this is from both of us".

" oh, thanks " I reply, trying to cheer myself up. He smiles lightly, then excuses himself to get a drink.

Ten minutes later, Ronnie returns with two drinks in his hand, passing one over to me." Still on Katie, huh?" I shake my head and down my drink." Maybe she forgot" " no, I'm sure she's just stuck in traffic " he replied." Well why don't you open your gift, I'm sure she won't mind" he says, picking up the bag and dangling it on his finger in front of my face. I smile and take the bag, when I look inside, I couldn't believe my eyes. In the bag, was a state of the art camera, the same one I was looking at just a few days ago.

" that's the one you wanted, right?"

" uh, yeah, but how did yo...." " Ryan saw you with one in the store, he told me that your eyes almost popped out of their sockets" he said while dramatically popping open his hands in front of his face. I couldn't help but bust out laughing at his antics, which only doubled when Jackie and Ryan joined us on the couch.

I fiddled with the camera for a few minutes, figuring out all its functions, then I began taking goofy pictures of my silly group of friends. I had to work the next day, so i decided to head home." One last picture! " Ryan screams, while snatching my camera from me. I roll my eyes and place a large and very real smile on my face. Just as the camera flashes, Ronnie jumps up beside me and plants a kiss on my cheek. He then blushes and disappeared. I was confused and sad so I went to look for him.

I found him outside,looking upset."Ronnie? What happened?" " nothing Y/N, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. It's just, I seem to spend more time with you than I do my own girlfriend and.... And I..." He trailed off again, looking away as tears threatened to pour from his eyes. " And what?...Ronnie?" I say grabbing a s shoulder and turning him to look at me." Nothing, just forget it" " I can't, because I'm pretty sure I know what you want to say, at least I hope so, cause I feel the same" I say to him, feeling a huge releif in finally telling him how I feel.

Before I could say another word, his lips were on mine and my back was gently pushed against the wall. The kiss gets heated quickly and we end up in a full on make out session out side the club.

" WHAT THE FUCK" we freeze in place as we both recognize that voice.

Ronnie take a step toward her "Katie, I can explain"

" no Ronnie, don't." I pipe in, walking up to him and taking his hand." We don't have to explain anything to you, this is not the first time you have left me and him alone...you are late all the fucking time. What did you think would happen. I like Ronnie and he likes me and there is nothing you can do or say to change that" I rant out at her, letting out years of frustration toward her.

She crosses her arms and looks toward Ronnie, probably hoping he will deny everything I just said and pull her into his arms.

" don't look at me like that, we are through, she is your best friend and she is amazing, she doesn't deserve to be treated like shit by you or anybody." " whatever asshole" she says stomping away into the club.

Ronnie then looks to me" you are wrong about one thing, I don't like you.... " he notices my smile fade and he takes my face into his tattooed hands" I love you Y/N, always have and always will".

(Present day)

I am suddenly brought out of my memories by the door closing." Babe?" I hear Ronnie call out." Upstairs" I call back. I look down at the list of names in front of me. Ronnie comes in and follows my gaze." Why are you inviting her?" I smile and reply" I'm not"

I then grab an envelope and scribble her name on it. I then find a blank card and write a short message.before I seal the envelope, Ronnie takes it from me and smiles after reading:

'Katie, thanks for being fashionably late'.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

Tijuana sunrise | kinktober 2024 | day xxix.: “lilac treehouse”

pairing: rob cavestany x oc

prompt: graveyard sex

word count: 3471

song: “a room with a view” by death angel

happy birthday rob!

I was in disbelief that I wasn’t going to be able to see my little Danish pastry again after he had taken me back to his place to check out the Basquiat that he had had on hand. He had brought me back home to Carson City after I had spent a couple of days with him over in the Bay Area, and almost immediately of him having dropped me off, I began to miss him and his little body.

The city was alive that night, with all the people about the sidewalks near the heart of downtown, from Heidi’s down to Cactus Jack’s and the old Ormsby House. But I paid more attention to the fact that he and I had bonded with one another near the historic part of town, the site of the museums and all of the old houses from around the turn of the century. I was still completely beside myself at that the fact the painting that I had made of him right on the spot had all but disappeared into thin air. I could go and look for it myself, but then again, I really had nowhere to look around for it.

I needed to let him go. And I needed to let him live. If you love someone, let it be free.

I walked about the sidewalks with my hands in my pockets and the cool breeze at my back so my hair drifted over my shoulders. It was cool enough to give me a full round of shivers, but not cool enough to warrant a jacket of any sort. I stood at the corner across from the Golden Nugget and next to the one museum with the smaller version of the Liberty Bell out in front: the evening sun washed over the crown of the bell so it seemed a little more golden than usual. Halloween was upon us: the feeling hung in the air and everything about Carson City just had that feeling come the first of October.

I spotted him on the other side of the street, tinted sunglasses over his squarish face, long inky black hair down to his shoulders, and a tall wiry body wrapped in a black tank top. If no one else was going to wear something against the cool winds, then why not show off those sinewy arms and that smooth deep chest; he had smooth skin tinged olive from the sun, but then I looked in closer to his eyes from behind those sunglasses, and I noticed that he had a smooth almond shape to them. His lips were full and tender, and there was a big part of my mind that jumped to kissing them at some point.

I showed him a smile as he crossed the street by himself and came on closer to the curb before me.

“Sometimes it’s hard to catch the light just right,” he declared once he came within earshot of me.

“I’ve done it before, though,” I assured him.

“I envy anyone who does it, too, if I’m being completely honest,” he said, and he showed me a big smile filled with big shiny teeth and a slight crinkling to his eyes which emerged from behind his sunglasses. “It’s pretty easy to do in the Bay Area, but it’s a totally different game over here and down in Vegas, too.”

“Oh, yeah, Vegas, you have to work your way around the tourists and the hookers,” I told him. “You pretty much have to run like hell, and sometimes it just gets so hot out. Sometimes it’s not worth it at all.” He reached the curb and stood next to me: the crest of his shoulder remained right over my head. The sun on his face showed me those eyes from behind the tinted lenses. Even with the rich, dark tone to his skin, there was something rather ghostly about him. His skin seemed to glow and his hair was a bit too much on the smooth side, he was taller than other guy whom I had ever known before and his arms were long and lanky as if made of wood; he looked as if he had come straight out of a toy maker’s closet.

“Maybe you can show me a way around Vegas where I can be away from the tourists and all of the cheap sex,” he suggested. I showed him a little smile, and I could see him checking out my hair as well as my chest and my legs. He brought his gaze back to my face.

The light still hadn’t turned green yet, which meant I could keep going with this over the noise of the traffic next to us.

“I love the way you said ‘cheap sex’,” I confessed.

“Because if I’m honest, I don’t really like the idea of having it so cheap,” he replied, and he lifted his sunglasses a bit so I could see into his eyes.

“I don’t, either,” I promised him with a shake of my head.

“I mean… even if it’s just for a night, I want it to mean something,” he continued, and then I ran my tongue over the top row of my teeth. I should have seen it coming, and I hoped that I wouldn’t ever say to it to my Danish pastry once I saw him again.

“Are you looking for a good time?” I teased him. He hooded those smooth eyelids at me, to which he followed it up with a curling of the corners of his full cherry lips into a playful little smile.

“Actually, yes,” he said in a low voice that reminded me of velvet. I nibbled on my bottom lip, and I glanced down at his wiry, sleek, slender little body. He wasn’t like my little Danish boy, but he would definitely give me a good feeling.

“Do you want something to eat first or should we just go straight into it all headfirst?” I offered him, and I pressed one hand to my hip and my other hand up onto the side of the light pole right over the crown of my head. He dropped his gaze to my body, and then he somewhat bumped out his chest for me. Indeed, I did want to touch his chest, that smooth skin underneath the smooth fabric of his shirt.

“What do you feel like doing?” he asked me.

“Well, I’ve just been taking a walk,” I told him. “Went from Heidi’s all the way down here, and I’m thinking of going down to the Ormsby House. But I also like this way.” I gestured to the street off to the right of us, the one that led into those historic neighborhoods as well as an old cemetery which dated back to the very end of the Civil War era.

“Let me come along with you,” he suggested, and he tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, which made him look like a painting with the breeze blowing all around us.

I gestured for him to follow me down the street, away from the crosswalk and the stoplight, especially as the light finally turned green and the traffic rolled on ahead, right past us. He walked alongside me, and he shielded his eyes with his hand, away from the sun, even though it was going to be dark soon and the cottonwoods around us provided enough shade for the time being.

“This is a really lovely neighborhood,” he remarked.

“It’s all historic,” I told him. “Every last part of this is historic.”

“Even the trees?” he asked me.

“Yes, as a matter of fact!”

“Really?”

“Nah, I’m just grasping at straws there,” I replied, and he chuckled at that.

We passed a tall, neatly trimmed hedge which lined the left side of the sidewalk, and he moved his arm away from the stray branches the jutted out from the hedge itself. There was another hedge on my side, one at the base of the cottonwoods and along the side of a wrought iron fence. Behind the fence and the trees stood a big white Victorian mansion with pitch-dark windows; he craned his neck for a look over the hedge. I followed his gaze to behold the tapestry over one of the big bay windows on the second floor.

“This looks like one of those old plantation style houses you’d find in New Orleans,” he remarked. “You’d see it in the heart of a swamp and there’d be these little ghost lights all around the rooftop.”

“Have you been to New Orleans?” I asked him.

“Oh, yeah, a few times. The first time I went there, a hurricane was about to hit so it was really hot and muggy. I remember wearing this shirt here and sitting still in the French Quarter with my glass of hurricane before me. I wasn’t even moving and I could feel the sweat running down the side of my face and neck.”

“A glass of hurricane just before a hurricane hit,” I noted.

“And yes, the glass was sweating like crazy, too,” he added with a smirk.

“As for this house here, all I know is that it dates back to the Civil War era and it might be haunted,” I explained. “In fact, most of these houses around here are haunted.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Yes. In fact, I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He turned his full attention to me, and we stood before the iron gates before the white Victorian style house right behind us. The breeze ruffled the leaves of the trees all around us: the sea of color over our heads, the chill in the air, it was all absolutely perfect when I thought about it.

“I’ve spent a few nights in a few of them,” I told him.

“You’ve spent a few nights in a few haunted houses? What was it like?”

“Interesting,” I replied. “The first one gave me insomnia for a week. The second one gave me a headache. The third one gave me a scar and I don’t remember how, either. All I remember is there was raining blood and I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.”

His eyes widened and he shivered at that.

“And how did you get to that point, too?” he added.

“They’re all a very long story,” I told him with the shake of my head. I walked on up the street some more, and he followed up right behind me. He walked alongside me past the gates and the next row of a hedge; the temperature seemed to drop a bit as we walked further along the street.

“Were you alone?” he asked me.

“The first two, I was definitely alone,” I replied as I tucked my hands into my pockets. He did the same, at least for a moment; we reached a full patch of shadow courtesy of the cottonwoods, and he took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the neckline of his shirt. “The third one, I brought one of my guy friends with me. I remember squeezing him so tight from the fear of it all. Eve though he was just a friend, I remember thinking there was something kind of sexy about it. Being in a terrifying setting like that with another warm body next to you. The fear pulling you closer together.”

“Fear is our most primal emotion,” he pointed out. “Fear, and also love.”

We reached the next property, a small brick house that had been boarded up and left to become a part of the greenery right behind it, and then we reached the street corner. I shivered again, even though the sun had still broken through the trees right before us. We were standing in complete sunlight against a breeze mild enough for us to walk around in short sleeves, and yet I was there shivering. Indeed, I noticed that he was shivering as well, especially when I looked on at the hunch of his shoulders.

“I think this cold feeling all of a sudden would make a great deal of sense given there’s a cemetery right up here.” He pointed right across the street; past the trees and the bushes, past the next batch of houses, stood the graveyard in question. I noticed the tallest of the sprawling tombstones behind the spindly black iron fence, the crosses with a few angel faces, the placards rested upon the aging cold stone, and the fact the two of us could in fact have a moment alone together in there if he wanted to do so. The place was haunted, more haunted than the plantation looking house right behind us.

It may have seemed obvious, especially when the dead rested over there, but nothing could deny the feeling at all.

“It’s funny, I’ve been to the graveyard up in Reno and it’s never given me this feeling at all,” I confessed to him. He then turned his attention back to me, those smooth almond-shaped eyes riddled with utmost concern.

“There’s some interesting tales about ghosts in Filipino lore,” he explained, “like they’re radically different compared to us still living. Some people contain multiple spirits within them, depending on where they come from. And traditionally speaking, we see ghosts as protectors or as guides. We generally don’t see them as demonic or malevolent.”

I looked on at him right as a bit of a breeze billowed his hair back from his shoulders: a stray lock of hair swept over his forehead.

“We do have some tales, though,” he continued. “Our own white lady, or a woman who died in a car accident in Quezon City haunts the street there. Headless ghosts and ghostly hitchhikers on highways.”

I returned my attention to the graveyard ahead of us. Most ghosts were good and nothing to be afraid of. With that in mind, I inched closer to the curb, and I let the breeze sweep over me. It was there when I felt the warmth of the sun on my face again. I turned to him, with my hand outstretched to him. I could see the fear in his eyes. 

The primeval look in his eyes and upon his face.

“Come with me,” I coaxed him. “Come with me to the graveyard.”

He shifted his weight. I could see that he was thinking it.

“Come with me,” I coaxed him some more, that time in a breath of a voice. “It’ll be romantic. We’ll have a good time together. I promise.”

He swallowed, and gingerly, he took me by the hand and we walked across the pavement together to the sidewalk on the other side. We left the sunlight, only to be met with the cold again, all courtesy of the shadows all around us.

The cold picked up until the point the hair on my arms and on the back of my neck all stood up on end; the gates squeaked open a little bit against the breeze. He reached out to the gate before us, and it creaked open with the taste of rust.

Tombstones sprawled all around us in one great big tessellation, including the large Latin cross in the dead center of the entire lot. I could feel the ghosts welcoming us, the ones still living all to be protected against their own kind ready to take us under.

“What do you think we should do?” he asked me in a low voice, even though we were the only ones there.

“Well… seeing as we’re alone, and I promised a good time,” I started again, and I locked fingers with him. I led him to the large granite cross in the center of it all, to the bed of slightly overgrown emerald green grass right underneath it. The cold surrounded us, and I could feel my nipples tightening up inside of my bra cups. 

He held there next to the pillar of stone, right as the sun cast through the trees on the other side of the street. His hair looked as though he had some golden threads embedded within. His skin was smooth and rich, like a warm cup of fresh espresso. A small pocket of warmth against a lake of cold, just like that night in the third haunted house.

I focused on him and only him.

I guided him down to the grass, but I hesitated with my free hand pressed against the base of the stone itself.

“Lay down first,” I beckoned him in a low voice. The breeze fell away, and all we were left with was the cold of silence all around us.

“So, I just lay down on the bed of the grave like this?” he asked me in a soft voice.

“Yes,” I beckoned him some more. He lay down on the grass before me, and I followed suit right next to him. He lay on his side while I lingered right over him. I glanced down at him and my hair cascaded down over him like a curtain.

“There is in fact something romantic about this,” he remarked in a near whisper.

I lay a hand on his hip. He was slender and slim, but I was able to feel the side of his hip and his thigh with nothing more than a single swipe of the hand.

We locked eyes. It was then that I knew we had something.

He rolled over onto his back, and I sank down over him. I cupped my hands on either side of his face and I slipped my tongue deep into his mouth: he tasted of rice and purple sweet potatoes. He opened his legs for me to better get on top of him. He ran his fingers through my hair, from the roots out to the ends.

Though I was the one who came onto him, he kissed me so hard and deep, with such firmness and strength, like he meant it. My little Danish pastry may have given me the pleasure and warmth, but this boy gave me the thrill. The thrill and the rush of death all around us.

“I don’t have any protection,” he whispered right into my ear.

“Not a problem,” I promised him, and I reached down inside of his jeans to feel him. I kept myself somewhat suspended over him with one arm down by his side, and thus, I had to lean over a bit to see him for myself. My fingers did the work in peeling back the denim, and I exposed him to the cold all around us. My fingers slid up the side of his shaft towards the head; his skin was lightly kissed brown and so smooth, like I was touching water.

“Let me try you next,” he whispered to me.

“Reach under my shirt and feel my breasts from the nipple outward,” I told him, also in a whisper. With a lick of his lips, he put one hand up inside of my shirt, right under my bra wire. My arm gave out, and I lay down next to him: this made it easier for him to feel me and switch positions with me. His black hair drifted down towards my face in the manner of filmy feathers. His eyes never left my gaze.

He lifted up my shirt all the way to feel my breasts. I watched him move the tips of his fingers all around my nipples in unison. He moved out from the tips, and that alone was enough to get me going, much less the cold all around us.

He lowered his head to my chest to kiss me right in between my breasts, and that was when I tilted my head back and let out a low yelp against the silence. Not loud enough to wake the dead, but enough to make him giggle. He kissed me again, and that time, I closed my eyes and grinned from the feeling instead.

He then stopped right in his tracks. I opened my eyes to find him looking over his shoulder at something.

“What’s the matter?” I asked him.

“Let’s get out of here, I think I heard something,” he suggested.

I tugged down my shirt, and he helped me to my feet. We scurried on out of there, back out to the street, right as the sun disappeared behind the trees and twilight was beginning to set in over us. 

“By the way, I never caught your name,” he confessed with a shake of his head.

“Little too late for that, you already made out with me,” I pointed out, and he let out a big laugh, one loud enough to possibly wake the dead.

[natasha-in-space]

A birthday gift to the lovely @marshmallowprotection <3

Wahh, happy birthday Kait!! I hope I am not too late with this... I hope this special day is going fun and/or relaxing for you, whatever you prefer! You are a real treasure in our little community, and we are all very very grateful for all you've created for us over the years. I'm sure you are a big inspiration to many! (Not outing myself at all here hehe) Your blog is a safe space for so many people, and I think that's beautiful. But what's more beautiful is all the love and passion you pour into your art. You give so much of yourself into your writings, so I hope today you'll feel all the appreciation and love from people around you! What better day to rest up and spoil yourself than your own birthday? I know Saeran is definitely smiling today, somewhere on the other side of the universe <3

And I hope you like my little gift! Ray and Lila have been through so many stories with you over the years, and I'm sure there are many more to come. I had a ton of fun working on it, even if I did rush a little to get it done in time. Lila's oddly relaxing to draw. I especially loved painting her hair!

[bloodanddiscoballs]

Alright I said I was gonna make a sappy post for my 30th birthday so here it goes!:

I never thought I would live to see 30. I know that many people say that, and I'm sure that sentiment isn't unique on here. Here's the thing; I'm disabled. I have almost died due to my health 3 times since 2011 and indeed did once before being brought back. My immune system is nonexistent, and my chronic pain has me at currently 6 reconstructive back surgeries and round the clock pain medication.

When I was 17 years old, I became a victim of medical malpractice and had my entire life changed in an instant. Didn't get to go off to college, didn't get to work normally, didn't get to move out - didn't, didn't, didn't. For years, I was told that I would heal. That I would be fine. I was young! Young people don't get sick. I'll bounce back. Just be patient. But I didn't get better, I got worse. And every year older was another year into my 20s where I wasn't able to do "the normal stuff." I never finished college, but I did get some classes done. I would work for a few months before needing to quit. I got married and then divorced. All "failures" due to my health.

At 27, I went to see my therapist and sat down and told her that I couldn't see into my future. I remember telling her, "Every day is hell. I can't do this for another 10 years. I've barely made it through this last 10. I don't even know if I can do it for another 3." I was at the end of my rope, convinced that I wouldn't make it. My back was crumbling underneath me again, and insurance was fighting me tooth and nail to be approved for another surgery. I was bedridden. I was on the highest medication load I've taken, and it wasn't even touching my pain. I wasn't connected to anything - not my art, not friends, not the world around me. I was looking very seriously at my options of what I thought was either suffering or dying.

So, she suggested a mindfulness program. It was a 6-week course at UCSD (University of California San Diego) that taught you how to. essentially, live in the moment. At first, I thought it was honestly the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. I'll admit that I was sour on it, but I said I would try it and I paid for the class so I did it. I sat through the meditations, wrote on the topics they gave, went through the exercises they instructed, and did the full day retreat. And at the end of those 6 weeks, I was alive again. I learned to savor every bite of my food. I learned how to pay attention to the sun on my skin. I learned to enjoy how it felt to have my air move in and out of my lungs. I learned how to look in the mirror and love what I saw and dress myself in what made me happy (this is when I started with the disco clothes). The warm feel of skin, the taste of my favorite soda, the beautiful way my cat purrs, the glorious smell of rain, the lovely way dust looks illuminated by the sun - I learned how to Live.

My life is still hard. My pain has not improved. I did get that surgery, so now my back is thankfully more stable than it's ever been. I know that I probably won't live a very long time compared to most, but none of that makes me sad anymore, not really. I have my bad days, and I have my good days, and no matter what, I live in the moment. I feel my emotions and let them have their space within me before letting them flow. And after over a decade of not touching my art because I felt like it was robbed from me, I paint now. I paint for myself, and I paint for others, and by God, I enjoy every second of it. I feed the little barn cats out in the back of where I live now, and I love them. I enjoy the sound of the wind through the oak trees, and I listen to my music, and I take pictures of the bugs. I watch the clouds race by when it's about to storm, and I talk to the flowers that grow outside my fence. I love my bed for holding me on my bad days and love that I have pretty artwork from friends hanging on my walls to comfort me when I can't leave my room. I dress up in my fun disco stuff whenever I can, and on the days I can't, I enjoy my soft, comfy pj's. I talk to my friends online every day and apologize for the days I can't when my pain makes it too hard to think. I play fun video games and watch good movies and enjoy fun podcasts. I Live.

Today, I am 30 years old. I have lived through what should have killed me many times over. And I am so, so happy I am here. And for however long I have, I will continue to live in the moment, enjoying the days and moments I can and allowing the bad to simply be bad. I plan for tomorrow because that is all I can plan for.

I live, and that is enough.

[storybycorey]

Twenty questions for fanfic writers

Thank you I was tagged by @frogsmulder, Thank youuuu! 💜

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

82 holy cow!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

258,068

3. What fandoms do you write for?

XFiles, then I also wrote one for The Fall

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Stay

Beyond the Strokes of a Typewriter

The Fox Mulder Phonetic Alphabet

The Today Series

Inevitable Things

5. Do you respond to comments?

Gosh I used to respond to every one, but it just got to be too difficult, and I got out of the habit. I still feel guilty about it. Now, if I get a really nice one on AO3, I'll respond though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think the last fic I wrote (Birthday Party) was probably the angstiest, both in ending and throughout, but I could be forgetting some along the way!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh geez, most of them have happy endings, as a great majority of what I write is smut! Maybe It's a Brand New Day, since the timeline on that is current (baby #2), and it paints a positive picture of their future going forward.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't remember that I ever have, so I count myself lucky!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Does Mulder like sunflower seeds? Does Scully have Daddy issues? YES, I definitely write smut, almost exclusively. But it comes in all forms- sometimes dirty, sometimes angsty, sometimes fluffy, sometimes humorous, etc. etc. I write it in all forms.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, and I honestly don't really enjoy reading them either.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, knock on wood.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I do seem to remember someone asking permission to translate a couple fics of mine a long time ago.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Meg (@msrafterdark) and I started with the thought of cowriting a fic about different points of the relationship where Mulder has spanked Scully, but we never really got it off the ground lol. Though I did release a portion that I wrote here.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ugh, I started a fic many months ago about the two of them trapped in a closet together, but my interest in it has kind of fizzled out. So I don't know if I will finish it or not. Sigh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I can write poetically and do beautiful things with words, and that makes me happy!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am a sloooowwwww writer. Which means I don't do well with involved plots, etc, because then I'd never finish anything!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never done it and don't expect I will in the future.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Formally, the XFiles, although I wrote out little scenarios for Scarecrow & Mrs. King, Moonlighting, and I think Cheers when I was a teenager.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I never have a great answer for this, because they're all my babies!

I love my When the Lights Are Off series, love Once Upon a Time in a Basement, Inevitable Things, Stay... I don't know, I can't decide!

[onestormeynight]

The Birthday Party Pt. 2

Rosalie woke up from her nap around the time that B finally showed up. She looked as out of place as ever but was a welcome relief for Penelope. After some rushed introductions she ran upstairs to collect her daughter. Ricardo put candles on the cake while Penelope brought their babbling infant down the stairs.

Penelope helped her blow out her candles. After cutting the cake and serving out pieces she helped her baby try cake for the first time. Rosalie approved. She babbled and smashed her hands into the slice, smearing frosting over her rosy face.

After she was finished, Penelope put her in her playpen and sat down to eat her own slice. B, Lily and Ricardo were sitting at the table, still nibbling at their slices. B was closing her eyes between each bite, occasionally letting out a quite "dang, man, that's good."

Ricardo and Lily were on the same side of the table and a little too close for Penelope's liking.

"Oh my God, you are so funny, Ricky!" Lily exclaimed, lightly holding his upper arm. "I'm always so happy when you're around."

Penelope had had enough.

"Hey, Lily," she said, pointing finger guns at the girl across the table. "You should try shutting up. Like right now. I think you'd like it."

"Excuse me?!" Lily exclaimed.

"No, you heard me, I didn't stutter. I just...honestly, I'm surprised you're not wearing jeans or at least brought a bigger purse. I'm so confused on where you were carrying all this audacity."

"Pen--" Ricardo started.

"Oh, trust me, I'll get to you, too, boyfriend dear," she snapped. "I'm not done with the trollop here."

B took another bite of cake and nodded absently. "Yeah, man."

"You know, it's real rich that you come into my house, that I paid for by myself, to my baby's birthday party with my baby daddy who, last time I checked, was also still my boyfriend. Do you even know his kid's name, Lily? Did you happen to catch that while you were throwing yourself at Ricky?"

"O-Of course!"

"Oh? Then what is it? What's his baby's name?"

She gapped like a fish, caught on the spot, called all the way out.

"Pen, you are so far out of line right now," Ricardo snapped.

"Oh, I'm out of line? Me? From the man you invited this thirsty wretch over to my house without telling me? What am I going to find in all those texts, Ricky? Hand over your phone, let's have a read aloud. It's almost Rosie's nap time, let's read her to sleep, shall we!?"

Penelope was almost yelling. A manic smile was painted across her face. She could not wrap her head around how this was happening, how she was being made out to be the crazy one.

Ricardo was staring at her like she had grown additional heads, like her hair had turned to snakes and her teeth into fangs. Lily looked humiliated.

"You need to calm down," Ricardo finally said.

"What do you think, B?" Penelope said, turning to her only ally in the room. "Am I out of line? Do I need to calm down? Am I seeing things?"

B finished her last bite of cake and nodded appreciatively. Finally she looked at Penelope, then Lily and Ricardo.

"I think you two are pretty raggedy and if you don't want to be called out, you shouldn't do things that get you called out. Penny was more tolerant than I'd be."

Ending Credits: "Barbie Tingz" - Nicki Minaj

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HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO THE QUEEN MEGAN THEE STALLION!!! 🎉🎉🎉 I didn't know it was her birthday month at all, but it's very fitting since this month I finally started getting into her music! Recently Ive been loving taking a photo reference of an artist and transforming it into something magical and creative in my own style (like my last painting of Dua Lipa), and especially playing around with lighting! I can't wait to do more of these, tbh 💚💚

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Um, yeah, also.... I have had a sort of artistic revelation last week and I have realized I'm not really being myself on social media, and it's sucking the life out of me :") What I mean by this primarily is I try so hard to be family friendly when in reality anyone who knows me knows that I am extremely far from it in terms of my personality and my language 😅 And, well, I'm done acting like that online because it's not authentic to me AT ALL and one of my most important things is to be transparent and honest with people who engage with my art 100% and starting today, I am doing just that. I will still be posting warnings on NSFW art or trigger warnings for art that needs it, but other than that, I will NOT be censoring myself for anyone. With that being said, if you followed me because I was family friendly, didn't use profanity, etc, then I'm sorry and I don't blame you at all for unfollowing. But I NEED to be my true, authentic self in order to progress as an artist. It's also gonna take me a while to get used to being myself on here so it may not happen right away, but gradually I'll start to come out of my shell. Thank y'all for understanding!!! Love you guys and I will hopefully be pushing more artwork out soon!! 🫶

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

What do you think the boys would be like in modern times? (Like their aesthetic, interests, and what they would do in life) Omg I’m so excited to hear your thoughts you will be so creative! -🦄

Billy:

I feel like he'd be a sneakerhead. He might not be able to afford new ones but he does save and buy some for his birthday every year.

Still has leather jackets

He still adores the beach, it's his happy place.

I think after high school he gets into a trade school and becomes a mechanic.

I feel like the garage he works in is where he finds his love. He works on their car from time to time and maybe one day they're not with their boyfriend and that's when he makes his move.

He claims to want to be a bachelor for the rest of his life but he does fall in love and becomes a teddy bear for his love.

When it comes to Colognue he wears whatever is cheap when he was single but once he's married he wears whatever his spouse prefers.

I do think he never had the mullet I KNOW THATS HEARTBREAKING but he does have those beautiful curls still

Has a huge hair routine that he has to stick to or he has a bad hair day

Acts like he doesn't want babies but always turns to mush when he sees one

He'll put stuff away, like laundry, after a few days of it being done (Not calling myself out here👀👀)

Eddie:

He still loves metal music

I think he would still love vinyl and cassettes and when vinyl starts making a comeback he loses it

I think instead of a trailer he lives with Wayne in a single-bedroom apartment

Definitely was the outcast but it was more accepted so he wasn't bullied as bad

Wears Doc Martins that Steve and Dustin bought him for his birthday one year...but no one knows that he wears colorful socks under

LOVES FLUFFY SOCKS

Big on face-timing his friends and Wayne at weird hours or locations

Finally has the correct products for those beautiful curls!!!

Still has the band and I think after high school he continues to be in the band but he becomes a bartender at one of the local bars they perform at often.

When he was in high school he worked at a music shop and gave guitar lessons

When he retires later in life he starts giving guitar lessons again

He settles down quicker than some would think. All he really wants is true love so as soon as he finds his person he is ready to propose.

This is random but I feel like he's a huge black cat lover since they get treated so poorly he wants to rescue as many as he can

When it comes to laundry he just throws it into his chair

Was big on old spice since that's what Wayne uses

Never was an axe kid just because he's sensitive to smells but Gareth was and that nearly ended their friendship

Steve:

Still the mom of the group! Always has a get-together every Sunday at his apartment that he and Robin share together

He answers all of Eddies concerning Facetimes just because he's worried he might be hurt

He for sure works with kids (I know cheesy) But I think he works as a nurse at the local children's hospital

He really struggled with college but he was motivated by the goal of his career to succeed

I feel like he still is the popular rich boy for the majority of his life

He still wears the polos 🤭

Needs glasses

With the image I have in my head, I feel like Steve is a frequent customer at Starbucks and joined the painting club at college

He's a bookworm. In the apartment he shares the extra storage room with Robin, his half is painting supplies and a few bookshelves that are full to the brim

Total neat freak and has an entire skin routine

Every other Friday night he has a movie, wine, and face mask night with Robin

A big candle person! He always has a new candle being lit

If he's having a bad week he goes to a bookstore and buys a book before going to target and getting a candle and Starbucks

This was so much fun! Thank you for the extra help @sweet-villain and @moonchildquinn

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