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[everythingthemoontouches]

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September 27th - October 19th

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Butterfly. Wings of change. Cruella de vils. Cruelty. Every villain has a backstory. If you walked a mile in their shoes you'd seethe at injustice too. Red riding hood and polka dots. Childlike innocence. The Before. Threads of fate are interconnected. The past, present and future are are not so hard to distinguish and separate from the other. They're enmeshed closer than you think. Cut some cords. Reflect. Review. Detach. Revise. Incorporate the horrors of the past and work your way through. We recreate that which we don't try to understand and feel.

Bad things happen when people feel unloved.

Desprate for food, attention, shelter, love.

Hate the crime, not the criminal.

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1. Two little Witches 30 blue (volleyball)

declutter

Cry it out. Tears clean your eyes.

Old clothes need mending.

Broom. Sweep it away. Bees.

Housewarming puja. Do a cleanse or banishment ritual .

Childhood friends. Love. Here is the church and there is the steeple. We sure are cute for 2 ugly people.

No stop. No more ugly, negative, bullying thoughts about you. I won't stand for it.

Reprogram your brain. Listen to positive affirmations before bed.

Instead of calling yourself dumb, ugly, etc, or whatever horrid inner dialogue you have with yourself say soemthing positive.

Clear out the trash talking. Bad habits always need to be replaced by something new. The easiest xamooe I can't think of is someone trying to wake up early. Instead of hating on yourself for always being late, say I beliwve I will wake up at xyz time.

Say it like a prayer if you wish. I will wake up at 8 o clock. I will wake up at 8 o clock. (or whenever/whatever you need to) the law of attraction isn't a joke.

I don't believe you can randomly manifest a billion dollars in a day. But I do believe that if you repeat soemthing often enough you star to believe it and act towards it soon enough.

That's the secret to the law of attraction action and manifesting your hearts desire. Make room for belief. Make space for positive action. It starts in the mind. Declutter toxic thoughts, spaces, clean your room. Air it out. Write down your goals. Google peopep successfully at what you do. Use wiki how. Teach yourself things. Find out.

Research ways to do your thing.

Get rid of shit that doesn't help you. Throw it away if it's bringing you down.

In the movie dear zindagi, Alia's therapist tells her that if she wanted to go climb a mountain there's no need to start with the biggest one.

And there's no need to kill yourself to make a point. Start with a small, scaleable hill. Start with the smaller, Easier, doable task. Build your confidence and Build stamina.

Small changes won't cure All your problems magically, but it will make you feel marginally better and take away the stress of having a 100 problems.

But now since you have lesser things to deal with you'd have more mental bandwidth to devote to the more tricky challenges you're dealing with. Let's get going shall we? 😊💙

2.Violet Angel 23 (weight lifting)

tired

Hurt and comfort. Self soothe. Picking up the pieces.

Have you seen those Insta reels that go - Everything sucks. Just kidding. Everything is great. Or maybe it isn't. But you know what? Nothing is permanent.

You're on a roll coaster. Somtimes it's fun. Sometimes it's just scary. Life is a ride you can't avoid.

There's this story about a court jester who was asked by a King to write down something that would make Kingman happy when he was sad but would upset him if he read it when he was in a good mood. Now obviously this pompous little Leo, oops I mean, brat, I mean royalty figure(sorry leos) thought he did something really cool and outsmarted the jester. But nah. This guy surprised him by doing just as he was asked to. Do you know what he wrote down?

This too shall pass.

OK, so will your sadness. It's gonna fade into happiness soon enough. You've been through the worst of the storm. Now you get to enjoy the cool breeze and flowers that follow.

I saw this psotivity quote that went ' if you're going through hell keep going, why would you stop there' and if someone chirped that to me when I was frustrated, angry, miserable I'd probably clop them in the face like ' listen you rotten excuse for A Percy Jackson, I'm tired, also my backpack has a tonne of stones and hell is literally on fire+ my feet are burnt so don't you fuckin come at me with that witticism if you're not planning to put me in a wheelchair and wheel me through hell'

There's no magickal elevator that opens up when u pass a trial in hell. But I've heard that the Queen of Hell is also a Goddess of flowers and once a year she returns to the land of the living. That day isn't far off. You can go with her.

It's gonna get better for you.

All of the hurt, pain, sadness, heartbreak will be a thing of the past. Dry your tears, drink some rose milk and go to sleep. Happy days are coming.

Have you ever watched Titanic and wondered if Rose had managed to keep Jack afloat a few moments longer? How different their lives could have been...

It's either sink or swim untill help arrives. The Violet Angel Soemtimes shows up to indicate a new love, fried ship, loving relationship or some kind of help.

I know it's dark out and all that jazz, but when the ghpusl leave and the vampires go to sleep the sky turns pink

This dark night of the soul is coming to an end. You'll be happier than you've ever been. Just you wait and see!

3.Grumpy Red Fairy 8(cycling)

change and transformation

Get angry if anger is what you truly feel.

Are u tired of other people expecting you to live talk breathe act sing fart a certain way? Well it's no business of theirs.

Let the facade drop. Take off the social mask. (not the physical Covid safety ones).

Pretending is tiring and drains energy real quick.

In order to be truly loved we have to go through the terrifying ordeal of being known. 😬

People who are living a lie are always irked by those who don't chop away parts of themself to fit in.

Why cut your foot to squeeze into Cinderella's shoe? That glass slipper was certainly not meant for you . And while we're on the subject you wouldn't have been happy with Cinderella's Prince Charming either. There's something out there that's more right and made for you.

Why try so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?

Be you. Be real. Be authentic. And if that pisses some people off so mote it be.

No more lies.

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4.i am Kali chabhi 13 (javelin throw)

Key in

Death. Change. Transformation.

Energy goes where attention flows.

Nursery rhyme - London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. (Break it down.) Build it up with iron bars,iron bars, iron bars my fair lady

Adapt or perish.Destruction. Demolition before rebuilding.

Those who resist change are the first to die out.

When the storm winds blow the stubborn oak topples but it's the willow that survives.

The old ways will not serve you in the new world. Cut your losses. And start over. Change your outlook. Accept changing circumstance and respond according to it.

Modern problems require modern solutions.

Goddess Kali hodls your hand as you cut cords with your resistance to change and she helps you walk through the flames into a new reality.born anew. Like Danaerys stepping into the flames and emerging as the mother of dragons.

Kali Maa is clearing all that is leeching off your energy, draining your strength, and abrading those relationships that cannot do anything but keep you stuck.

Test of strength. Rejoice in the purification of stale energy.

Sometimes things have to fall apart for better things to fall in place 💙 stay strong Pile 4, you'll survive 💪💯

5. ghosts of the past 42 (archery)

I don't have my glasses

Clear the debris. You have a chance to rehash old issues and clear them once and for all. Now is a good time to let it go.

Squinting.

Closure.

We forgive people so that we can release the pain and bitterness they left behind in our heart.

Move on from the past.

Your past shapes you but it doesn't have to define you. The present moment is always a choice. You are the author in a choose your own adventure. Some quests are scripted. But a whole lot of it is not.

When you take off your mask, you must turn around and confront others living a charade.

Where mad Men rule, it's considered out of fashion to be wise.

See, a lot of versions of us exist in other people's head but it's time to stop allowing others to write your narrative for you.

Maybe you have made some questionable or even embarrassing life choices s in thr past.so what? If you know better now, act better.

Yeah? Say if you're trying to give up a bad habit and x, y, z comes along talking about your gambling or street mugger days, you can actually say ' well actually that's not who I am anymore.' like Phoebe does IN friends. She got off the streets and made a whole new life for herself.

Make room for the person you are blossoming into. Flowers need space to grow.

Leveling up journey. You can escape poverty, your bad habits, challenges, addictions, etc. You have the power to rewrite your life story by virtue of actions and day tod at decisions. It's okay to cut off people who try to stop you from outgrowing them.

Old friends, acquaintances could be popping up in your life to remind you either of how far you've come or that there's still some work to be done in areas you that you had settled already.

It's okay be forgiving. Be greatful to yourself. Do past, present, future you a solid one and stay focused on your growth.

As long as you're learning from your mistakes, you're doing good 💕

We're only defeated when we stop trying

Abhi mujh may kahi Bali thodi so Hai zindagi - I still have a little fight left in me. 10 of swords energy. For some if you you're the first in a family line to do something great. Changing the course for someone . Showing people it's possible to improve ones situation. Inspiring them. But most of all believing in yourself enough to do the thing. And being gracious when you make mistakes along the way 🌱🌹

I'm so proud 🥺 of you, Pile 5. Keep going 👏you're doing so well

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That's all the cards had to say folks. The rest is up to you ♥️good luck, and godspeed 💫

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[keelywolfe]

FIC: Snowdrifts ch.2 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Undertale brothers in the house! Blue is gonna have to bring out more chairs.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Violence, Rescued Child, Medical Experimentation, Babybones

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From the first moment his brother chose to lead him through the filthy hallways of the old lab to show him an innocent child, Edge felt as if he weren’t quite aligned with the real world any longer. His memory of taking the baby into his arms and summoning that first attack held almost a dreamlike quality, as did their desperate flight from Hotland to the outskirts of Snowdin. It left him in the unfamiliar position of a memory he both didn’t want to remember but also never wanted to forget.

In a single moment, his world was twisted and turned upside down, so he supposed in that way it made sense that they ended up in Underswap.

It was also amusing, in its way, that the first reaction of all of their alternates was so similar to his own: pure doubt of what they were seeing, and the chaos of the Undertale brothers meeting Snow was another memory that wouldn’t be soon forgotten.

Before he could even agree that yes, their sight was not deceiving them, it was indeed a baby and a skeleton Monster baby at that, the door to the bedroom upstairs opened. Stretch emerged in a loose-limbed shamble, still sleep drowsy and wearing only a sagging pair of boxer shorts.

He’d barely made it to the landing before Blue said with loud outrage, “Papy! Put some clothes on!! We have guests!”

Stretch all but screeched to a stop and looked down at himself, blinking owlishly as if trying to figure out exactly what part of his wardrobe was unacceptable for company. Edge could only hope that he didn’t choose the boxer shorts and tried to look as if he certainly wasn’t appreciative of the very lovely view of smooth, silky bones.

That was, until he noticed the way Red was smirking as he took his own gander at the scenery. Edge frowned, jabbing an elbow into his brother’s side as he hissed out, “Quit staring!”

Red only rubbed at his ribs unrepentantly. “hey, lil’ window shopping never hurt anyone.” That leer tore Edge between the urge to slap his brother upside the skull or to cover Snow’s little sockets to protect her from such a terrible sight.

“It’s going to hurt you right in the tailbone!”

“oh, so sorry bro, didn’t know you were the jealous type.”

“I don’t need to be the jealous type to not want to see you drooling on the floor!”

In the midst of their whispered argument, overshadowed by Blue’s shouts, Stretch stood frozen on the landing. He spared a horrified look at them in the living room and all the eye lights staring up at him, then back at himself and wealth of bare bone he was showing. Stretch didn’t say a word, only turned on his heel and went right back into the bedroom. When he emerged again, he was dressed from his socks to the hood pulled over his skull and Edge was again split in his emotions, both mourning the loss and righteously grateful that his brother lost the privilege, too.

In the meantime, Papyrus took possession of the baby with much the same awkward enthusiasm that Blue had, bouncing her lightly in his arms as he burbled happily, “What a precious, adorable child who was definitely not here the last time we came over! What’s her name?”

“It’s Snow,” Edge told him. It was only then that he remembered he hadn’t yet shared the name with his brother, who groaned loudly, slumping back on the sofa.

“snow? really, bro?” Red complained. “we’re surrounded by the stuff every day and now you want to add it to the roll call? don’t we even get to put it to a vote?”

“I’m trying to protect her from the evils of the world,” Edge told him stiffly, “a name chosen by you would likely qualify.”

The way his brother’s grin widened should have warned him, if warning was even necessary when it came to Red. “snow kiddin’, bro, here i am just chillin’, and you gotta snowball me like that? i coulda picked an ice name for the little flake—"

“You seem to be under the mistaken impression that I won't hurt you in front of the baby.”

“Let it go, let it go,” Papyrus interrupted brightly. He held the baby up, dangling in his hands in a way that made Edge resist the urge to snatch her away. “It’s a perfect name for her, absolutely! Even if she occasionally gets ribbed about it.”

“yeah, it’s a great name,” Stretch agreed. Within the depths of his hood, his grin was cheekily wide. “if i do say snow myself. and i did.”

At that moment, Snow decided she’d had more than enough of being the center of attention or perhaps she simply had good taste when it came to horrible puns. She let out a loud wail, squirming in Papyrus’s hold as she reached for Edge. He gathered her into his arms, privately grateful to have at least one person on his side when it came to a dislike of awful humor.

Her cries cut through the general chaos, rendering normally loud skeletons fretfully silent and Edge stood, cuddling her close as he tried to coax her hiccoughing sobs to stop.

“someone’s had too much excitement,” Stretch said. He stood and went over to the pillows that had served as her nest and ended up haphazardly pushed aside to make way for the highchair. He rearranged them and patted a spot right in the middle. “bring her over here, she can have a laydown while we explain the sitch.”

Edge carried her over, patting her back as she whimpered and clung. “Perhaps I should take her upstairs, instead.”

“nah, sit with her,” Stretch said firmly, “she’ll settle down. better to train ‘em young to sleep through anything, useful skill.”

“Yes, you and my brother make use of it often.”

Despite his worries, Edge settled her into the pillows, following her down to sit next to her on the floor. He gently rubbing her sternum, paying no mind to the greenish bean stains on her pajamas, and very soon, the child calmed, falling asleep with an ease that would make several skeletons he could name envious.

He sighed, relieved, and turned around, startling to find everyone looking at him. Waiting, Edge realized; he had said he would explain and it seemed Red was more than willing to leave that task to him. Trust Red to stick to the more enjoyable parts of childcare and leave the difficult task of revising the birds and the bees to him. Or in this case, more like beakers and broken ethics.

This time, he kept the information to the barest details of finding her and taking her from the lab. It was not a story he cared to keep reliving.

“…and so we brought her here, to keep her safe,” Edge finished. Despite his cursory explanation, the entire time he’d been talking Blue and Papyrus sat in silence, their sockets huge. With every word, they’d crept forward as they listened until both of them were only inches away from him, still listening raptly.

“You save her,” Blue said, awed, “like a hero from a storybook!”

“Yes!” Papyrus agreed fervently, “A knight. Riding in on your steed—”

Red snorted, “that’s one i ain’t ever been called.”

“—saving the damsel from the evil villain!” Papyrus finished triumphantly. “If only I could have been there with you!”

“And me!” Blue added, starry-eyed, “the Magnificent Sans!”

“And the Great Papyrus!”

“Heroes!” The last was said in unison, both of them striking bold poses with hands on their hips right where they sat. Their glowing triumph was only diminished by sheepish guilt as the baby stirred uneasily at the noise.

“Heroes,” Edge murmured. He didn’t have the soul in him to disabuse them of their fantasy, even if he could somehow persuade them that there was nothing heroic about his so-called rescue, not in the slightest. He glanced back at the baby, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest as she slept peacefully. No, not heroic, only this small glimmer of goodness stolen from the depths of misfortune.

“so what are the odds of anyone popping through a portal to come looking for the little princess?”

They all turned to look at Sans, who was leaning against the sofa arm, his hands tucked into his pockets. He was the only one who’d made no attempt to hold the baby, Edge realized. Even now he kept back in that half-hidden way he had where one didn’t quite notice he was even missing until he spoke, his normal easygoing smile tightened into a near-grimace.

There was a question buried in there, but Edge wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up, entirely too busy deciding how to field the one he’d just been asked.

His brother chose that as his moment to finally speak up. “chances of that happenin’ ‘s at about zero, sansy. no new visitors are gonna stop by from our little slice of the universe.”

“you sure about that?” Sans said. His tone was light, almost teasing. The brief strobe of his eye light into a blur of blue/yellow, anything but.

“yep,” Red popped the ‘p’ loudly, “real fucking sure. now, how’s about we get to work on that movie before the abominable snow monster wakes up?”

Papyrus and Blue scrambled to their feet and headed for the kitchen, speaking in hushed tones that were really only just below a shout about popcorn and snacks and dashing deeds.

Edge stayed where he was next to the child and fought the urge to look at Sans. He could feel the weight of his gaze resting heavily on him, right up until his line of sight was broken by Stretch crouching down next to him.

“you want me to bring you some popcorn?” Stretch grinned ruefully, “figured you might want to sit next to the snowflake for this.”

“Yes, thank you,” Edge said, surprised. It was hardly necessary, he could certainly manage the two minutes required to go to the kitchen himself for a bowlful. He could, except for the fact that Sans’s question sent an uncomfortable trill crawling up his spine. Ridiculous, his brother was right, it was impossible for anyone to come from Underfell now, the machine was the only way, there was no other path.

Utterly ridiculous, and yet, Edge wanted to stay close to the baby all the same.

Stretch hadn’t yet move. “hey, edgelord,” Stretch leaned in, whispering right next to his audial canal. “i know you don’t think much of it, but i’m tellin’ you, they had the right of it, hero.”

“I’m not a hero,” Edge said, softly. He’d only done what any person whose soul wasn’t hardened to stone would, likely what his brother intended all along. It was only incidental that he’d been the one doing it, a combination of circumstance and luck.

“you are to her. and me.” Stretch stood quickly without giving Edge a chance to protest, faint orange dusting across his cheekbones as he headed for the kitchen where the rattle of popcorn was beginning. Next to him the child stirred, murmuring softly in her sleep. Edge reached over to settle a gentle hand on her, crooning wordless soothing. She didn’t wake, only took two of his fingers into a surprisingly strong grip and held on.

How was it, he wondered distantly, that her tiny grip transferred so easily to his soul, squeezing with gentle warmth around it right in his ribcage and holding on tight.

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tbc

[wacky-hatter]

Woag my family headcanons

Plus stuff like how the family interacts lmao anywho uhhhhh some ground stuff

-I’ll be including some ocs in this, I’ll mark them with “(oc)” to avoid confusion!

-I may end updating this as the reboot is coming out soon and there could be more littles than just Dot’s long awaited sibling, and just more dolls in general

-Ofc the lalaloopsies with littles are still siblings, but for time I won’t mention them cause that’s not a headcanon! That’s just canon!

anyways lets-a-go

-Wacky comes from a large family, he’s personally an only child, but his parents both have a lot of siblings, so he has a lot of cousins, and those cousins have kids of their own, yeah yeah. One of his cousin’s from his dad’s side has a son named Marly Q. Sho-biz (oc), making him Wacky’s first cousin once removed. Marly also has two direct cousins named Simone and Ahava Yuck-N-Gross (ocs).

-Alice Lalaloopsyland and Queenie Red Heart are sisters! Alice is older by a year, and her maiden name is Sparkles. Alice and Wacky fall in love and run away, starting their own family

-Mona Arch Wings is Wacky and Alice’s eldest, she’s adopted as Wacky found this large “snake” and wanted to keep it as a pet. Then it form a cocoon, stayed in it for a few months, and then out came a doll child (yeah the bug lalaloopsies are built different), two years after Mona’s adoption, they sewed Jewel and then Trinket when Jewel was 15, giving them their mom’s maiden name of Sparkles

-TBH I kinda wanna make Valentina Hugs-N-Kisses related to Queenie in some way? Maybe make her Queenie’s daughter? IDK why she’d have that for a last name or why she’s in Lalaloopsyland; maybe she’s adopted, but it would be funny to give Jewel another cousin!

-Patch Treasurechest is the older sibling to Dyna and Tiny Might! He’s a year older than Dyna and 14 years older than Tiny. Treaurechest wasn’t even one of their parents’ lastnames, he snagged it from his grandpa he only heard about from his mom. Let’s just say the Might household wasn���t great and Patch ran away and stayed/got raised by Kat Jungle Roar’s family for a bit

-Pickles’ moms are Olives BLT (oc) and an unnamed women, Olives and her wife got divorced and she fell inlove with a women named Mega Pompoms (oc), sewing Peppy PomPom’s together when Pickles was 11. The family ended up adopting Ace Fender Bender when he was 13 (Pickles was 20 and Peppy was 6), Pickles pulled a single mom and ended up sewing Patty Burgers N Buns when she was 23

-Forest Evergreen has two cousins from his dad’s side of the family, Prairie and Trouble Dusty Trails, they’re both Canadian but Prairie is faking a Texan Accent. Forest’s family also ended up adopting Scarlet and Cape Riding Hood after their sole guardian, their grandma, passed away. The sisters also had a bio cousin, Robin Swindler (oc) who was also being raised by their grandma, so he came along with the adoption

-Cinder Slippers and (Prince) Charming Handsome are siblings! Cinder is older than a year, while their little sister, Ribbon, is treated better than they were as kids- Their parents weren’t really in their lives, and so they got raised by the Royal Advisor, Bijiou Treasuretrove, who is married to Clarity Glitter Glazer

-(Lady) Lovdie Stillwaiting has a few distant cousins, there’s Suzette and Mimi La Sweet from her mother’s side, there’s a close enough relation for Suzette to be the duchess to the Stillwaiting kingdom! On her dad’s side, she has a VERY distant cousin named Charms Seven Carat... their relation is so distant that you’d have to SEARCH to figure out “hey, we’re techincally related!”... which Charms surly did cause she’s obsessed with becomig royalty-

-(Sir) Sentry Battlescarred is the older brother to Star Magic Spells, his younger sibling (they use they/them) got the magic genes from their mom, so Star gets to do magic while Sentry is stuck being a bodyguard-

-Speaking of Kat Jungle Roar’s family; Fluffy Pouncy Paws is their cousin! Flffuy also has an older sister named Bouncer Fluffy Tail... the family reunions are chaotic

-Grapevine and Mint E Stripes are sisters! Grapevine is seen as the disappointment of the family so she went off to do her own thing and doesn’t come to the reunions-

-The ice creams are all related! Scoops and Spoons Waffle Cone have cousins from their dads side; Frost I. C. Cone and Anna Double Scoops! Anna is the eldest sister and overall out of the cousins

-Surprise Party Curls had two younger siblings, Pete R. Canfly and Curls N Locks... I say had as Surprise is presumed dead after a traumatic incident that happened when Pete was 10 and Curls 8. The two got adopted as Darling Brightside’s younger siblings a few years later 

-Snowy Fairest and Little Bah Peep are cottagecore wives :]

-Royal T. Honey Stripes is the mother of Mari and Posy Flower Petals, making the Flower Petal sisters part Bee, and they’re also royalty but shhh :]

-Sweetie Candy Ribbon and Whirly Stretchy Locks are sisters, Sweetie being older by three years, so she’s gotta keep her sister in check a whole lot-

-Peggy Seven Seas has a younger brother named Polli (oc) who she’s 15 years older than and is rather overprotective of, especially after he stuck his hand in the blender all those years ago-

-Ember Flicker Flame and Red Fliery Flame are still sisters, but Red has a twin named Flint (oc), who gets.. babied alot

[tarklesbehindthescenes]

Ok so a request maybe??

Cliffjumper, Bumblebee and Bluestreak as bffs at a TF sized amusement park?

I should NOT have this much power over robots, but I do and I’m in love with this idea and we’re getting some goofy stuff in. Here we go!

Word count capping at 1,441

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Bumblebee grinned excitedly up at the large gate ahead of him, Cliffjumper, and Bluestreak. The three of them had been given permission to take a small vacation and Bluestreak had posed the idea that they should go and do something together. It took Cliffjumper a bit of convincing, but he eventually agreed to the prospect and the three of them began planning. Japan looked the most promising to visit, the main reason being a new transformer-sized theme park had been erected out of admiration for the robots. They had been extended an invitation, anyway, so why not take the offer?

“There it is, guys,” he exclaimed, pointing to the colorful signage stationed in front of the large plot of land with ride after ride scattered hither and thither.

Cliffjumper raised his optic ridges at the sight as Bluestreak whistled his amazement beside him. “So we’re really going to do this, huh?” the red minibot asked, peering up at the size of some of the coasters.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, Cliffjumper,” Bluestreak teased, giving his shoulder a poke.

“I’m not afraid!” Cliffjumper barked back. “I just don’t think it’s going to be all that great.”

“Oh, trust me,” Bumblebee assured, “it’ll be great. Once our equilibrium sensors are switched off, you’ll see what the humans find so fun about these places.”

Bluestreak fixed him with a surprised look. “Oh, those need to be off? How are we going to walk around from ride to ride if we can’t keep balance? I remember this one time when Smokescreen’s equilibrium sensors were shut off for a bit. He couldn’t walk three paces without falling over.”

“It’s not like we can’t keep upright without them,” Bee pointed out.

“But they make it so much easier. And mine’s under my hood, so I can’t get to it.”

“All you have to do is pop your hood and lean down for us, Bluestreak,” Cliffjumper countered while folding his arms. “It’s not like this is a big deal. Since it’s easier for me and Bee to reach ours, we can just switch them on and off, leave yours off, and guide you around.”

“Problem solved!” Bumblebee stated with a smile.

The Datson hummed thoughtfully before giving them a nod. “Alright, but only after we’re inside. It would be embarrassing out here. What with all these tourists with cameras.” He threw the humans walking along the city streets nearby a glance. There was a fair crowd that had developed, all staring at them with expressions that varied from excitement to awe. Bluestreak found he couldn’t help smiling at them and waving. “Prowl always says it’s important to keep a good image.”

“There’s going to be people inside the park, too, though,” the yellow minibot said, making Bluestreak hum a small whine.

“Fine, fine… Just don’t tell Prowl.”

Cliffjumper smirked. “No promises.”

His brother elbowed him in the chestpiece. “Our lips are sealed, Bluestreak. Come on.”

The three proceeded to enter the park, Bluestreak and Bee throwing a little more attention to the tourists as they passed while Cliff blatantly ignored them. As expected, while this theme park was suited to be better equipped for transformer participation, there were still humans milling about the place. It was actually quite impressive. Food and game stands stood throughout to keep the humans entertained and full. Statues of each Autobot had been placed strategically. Some of the bots were grouped in one statue, like the Datsons, and others stood by themselves, like some of the minibots and—to be expected—Optimus Prime. A check of the park map gave them a better idea of what lay where.

“There’s a recharge center and an Autobot museum, too?” Cliff exclaimed with disbelief.

“Holy Heterodyne,” Bluestreak breathed. “This place is huge compared to normal human builds! And it seems like they really admire us, huh? This is so cool!”

“Oh! Guys, get a load of this!” Bumblebee had wandered from the map to a plaque in front of Grapple’s statue not too far from them. “Grapple helped them make all this!”

“So thaaaat’s where he’s been off to on and off for the past year and a half!” Bluestreak prodded Cliffjumper’s shoulder again. “I told you he wasn’t doing anything fishy!”

“You can’t blame me for being skeptical!” Cliffjumper snapped. “He worked with the Constructicons before! Willingly, I’ll add!”

“Guys, can we not fight about this?” Bumblebee asked as he walked back over to them. “We’re here to enjoy a well-deserved vacation, not bicker about who-thought-what.”

Bluestreak was more than willing to comply. Cliffjumper huffed, but loosened up as they went further into the park. Unsure where to start, they wandered until they reached the first ride that called their attention. It was a simple low to ground rollercoaster. Low in comparison to the other rollercoasters, that was. They all agreed it was a good place to get their feet wet when it came to the theme park experience, so they went through the ‘line’. There were two separate tracks, and in turn two separate lines, to the ride. One made for the humans, and the other made for the transformers. Due to them being the only transformers in the park, there was a complete lack of line for them and so they were able to just walk right on up to the ride entrance.

As they had discussed, before getting on, the minibots had Bluestreak pop his hood and lean down so they could switch off his equilibrium sensors. Once taken care of, the two helped him on the ride and turned off their own sensors. Bumblebee squirmed excitedly in his seat and clutched the safety bar locked across their laps as they waited for the ride attendants to start their track up, while Cliff and Bluestreak let their gazes wander around the setup. After a minute, the safety spiel played over a set of loudspeakers, and then their train car jolted forward and they were moving, crawling toward the decent-sized incline more than a few feet from the seating platform.

Cliffjumper relaxed in his seat and put on an expression that stated he wasn’t expecting much out of this but was curious all the same. When they reached the incline and began getting pulled up, Bluestreak squeaked with mild surprise.

“Ooh! Whoa, this feels weird!” he chattered, looking at the view around them as they slowly ascended. “This is kind of steep, huh? Holy— Bee, Cliff, look at that one over there! It’s literally a straight climb up before it completely drops and goes all crazy! Who comes up with these designs?? Looks a little daunting! Let’s hit that one up after this one! Oh, this is actually kind of high, despite not being the tallest one, huh?”

The yellow minibot seated between Cliff and Bluestreak braced himself as they reached the top of the incline. “Here we go!” he called to them.

They tipped over the edge… and off they shot like a firework. Down, up, swerving around the other track the humans were using. Bumblebee was whooping and hollering with sheer glee the whole ride. The abrupt feeling of falling that Cliffjumper and Bluestreak experienced at the start caught them off guard and made them widen their optics as they shouted with surprise, the Datson with a little less dignity than the red minibot. After they recovered from the initial shock, however, they both found themselves thoroughly enjoying the experience much the same way that their little yellow friend was.

The ride was short, but that hardly mattered to them. They were giggling and laughing as the train car pulled back into the station and allowed them to vacate the ride. Dizzy from said ride, they stumbled and tripped over themselves as they exited the station.

“Primus, that was awesome!” Cliffjumper exclaimed loudly, switching his equilibrium sensors back on and helping Bumblebee do the same as the yellow Beetle was struggling to keep his hands steady. “And that’s the smaller one??”

“I told you!” Bee grinned broadly.

“Guys, guys, guys! We have to go hit up that one with the straight drop I saw!” Bluestreak declared.

Cliff wasted no time in grabbing Bluestreak’s hand and pulling him along, forcing Bee to quickly take the other hand and catch up. “Slag yeah we do! Try to keep up, Bluestreak!”

“Guys, you’re so small! I’m totally gonna fall over!” the Datson whined. “Can you please just turn my sensors back on? Come on, I’m dizzy! Ooh, there’s a stage where we can stop and pose for photos! Can we do that??”

The day carried on. A vacation to remember, for sure.

[maddie-grove]

The Top Twenty Books I Read in 2020

My main takeaways:

I’m glad that I set certain reading goals this year (i.e., reading an even mix of different genres and writing about each book I read on this tumblr). I feel like it really expanded my horizons.

There are a lot of proper names on my Top 20 list this year, which possibly means something about identity? That, or I just tried to read more Victorian novels. 

Be horny, and be kind.

Now...

20. The White Mountains by John Christopher (1967)

In a world ruled by unseen creatures who roam the countryside in tall metal tripods, all humans are “capped” (surgically fitted with metal plates on their heads) at age fourteen. Thirteen-year-old Will Parker looks forward to becoming a man, but a conversation with a mysterious visitor to his village raises a few doubts. This early YA dystopia has gorgeous world-building (notably a trip to the ruins of Paris) and expert pacing. The choices Will has to make are also more surprising and complicated than I ever anticipated.

19. What Happened at Midnight by Courtney Milan (2013)

John Mason wants revenge on his fiancée Mary after she skips town following her father’s death...apparently with the funds that her father, John’s business partner, embezzled from their company. When he tracks her down, though, she’s working as a lady’s companion to the wife of a controlling gentleman who refuses to pay her wages, and John’s fury turns to sympathy and curiosity. This is a smart, well-plotted Victorian-set novella about a couple who builds a better relationship after a rocky start.

18. Johnny Tremain by Esther Forbes (1943)

It’s 1773, and fourteen-year-old Bostonian Johnny Tremain has it all: a promising apprenticeship to a silversmith, the run of his arguably senile master’s household, and...unresolved grief over his widowed mother’s death? When a workplace “accident” ruins his hand and career, though, he must “forge” a new identity. Despite its jingoism and surfeit of historical exposition, I fell in love with this weird early YA novel. It’s a fascinating, heartbreaking portrayal of disability and ableism, and, to be fair, Forbes was just jazzed about fighting the Nazis.

17. Something Happened to Ali Greenleaf by Hayley Krischer (2020)

After universally beloved jock Sean Nessel rapes starry-eyed junior Ali Greenleaf at a party, his queen-bee friend Blythe Jensen agrees to smooth things over by befriending his victim. Ali knows Blythe’s motives are weird and sketchy, but being friends with a popular, exciting girl is preferable to dealing with the fallout of the rape. This YA novel is a complex, astute exploration of trauma and moral responsibility.

16. The Color of Law by Richard Rothstein (2017)

Rothstein details how the federal U.S. government allowed, encouraged, and sometimes even forcibly brought about segregation of black and white Americans during the early and mid-twentieth century, with no regard for the unconstitutionality of its actions. He brings home the staggering harm to black Americans who were kept from living in decent housing, shut out of home ownership for generations, and denied the opportunity to accumulate wealth for generations. It’s an impactful read, and I was honestly shocked to learn Rothstein isn’t a lawyer, because the whole thing reads like an expansion of an excellent closing statement.

15. My Friend Dahmer by Derf Backderf (2012)

In this graphic memoir, Backderf looks back on his casual, fleeting friendship with future serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer, a high school classmate who amused Backderf and his geeky friends with bizarre, chaotic antics. Backderf brings their huge, impersonal high school to life, illustrating how the callousness and cruelty of such an environment allowed an isolated, troubled teen to morph into something much more disturbing without anyone really noticing. It’s a work of baffled, tentative empathy and regret that stayed with me long after I finished it.

14. Daniel Deronda by George Eliot (1876)

Gwendolyn Harleth, beautiful and ambitious but with no real outlet, finds herself compelled to marry a heartless gentleman with a shady past. Daniel Deronda, adopted son of her husband’s uncle, finds himself drawn into her orbit due to his helpful nature, but he’s also dealing with a lot of other stuff, like helping a Jewish opera singer and figuring out his parentage. I love George Eliot and, although this bifurcated novel isn’t her most accessible work, it’s highly rewarding. The psychological twists and turns of Gwendolyn’s story are a wonder to experience, and Daniel’s discovery of his past and a new community is moving.

13. The Plot Against America by Philip Roth (2004)

The Roths, an ordinary working-class Jewish family in 1940 Newark, find their quiet lives descending into fear, uncertainty, and strife after Charles Lindbergh, celebrity pilot and Nazi sympathizer, becomes president of the United States. This alternate history/faux-memoir perfectly captures the slow creep of fascism and the high-handed cruelty of state-sanctioned discrimination, as well as the weirdness of living a semi-normal life while all of that is going on. Also: fuck Herman and Alvin for messing up Bess’s coffee table! She is a queen, and she deserves to read Pearl S. Buck in a pleasant setting!

12. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens (1850)

Young David Copperfield has an idyllic life with his sweet widowed mom and devoted nursemaid Peggotty, until his cruel stepfather ruins everything. David eventually manages to find safe harbor with his eccentric aunt, but his troubles have only begun. Although the quality of the novel falls off a little once David becomes an adult, I don’t even care; the first half is one of the most beautiful, funny, brilliantly observed portrayals of the joys and sorrows of childhood that I’ve ever read.

11. The Rise and Fall of Adam and Eve by Stephen Greenblatt (2017)

Greenblatt examines the evolution and cultural significance of the story of Adam and Eve from the Bible to the modern day (but mostly it’s about Milton). I can’t speak to the scholarship of this book--I’m not an expert on the Bible or Milton or bonobos--but I do know that it’s a gorgeously written meditation on love, mortality, and free will. Greenblatt brought me a lot of joy as an unhappy teenager, and he came through for me again during the summer of 2020.

10. The Music of What Happens by Bill Konigsberg (2019)

Self-conscious seventeen-year-old Jordan is mortified when his widowed mother hires Max, an outgoing jock from his school, to help out with their struggling food truck. As they get to know each other, though, they realize that they have more in common than they thought, and they end up helping each other through a particularly challenging summer. This is an endearing, exceedingly well-balanced YA romance that tackles serious issues with a light touch and a naturalness that’s rare in the genre.

9. Red as Blood by Tanith Lee (1983)

In nine wonderfully lurid stories, Tanith Lee retells fairy tales with a dark, historically grounded, and lady-centered twist. Highlights include a medieval vampiric Snow White, a vengeful early modern Venetian Cinderella, and a Scandinavian werewolf Little Red Riding Hood. Fairy tale retellings are right up my alley, and Lee’s collection is impressively varied and creative.

8. A Room with a View by E.M. Forster (1908)

Unnerved by an impulsive make-out session with egalitarian George Emerson on a trip to Florence, young Edwardian woman Lucy Honeychurch goes way too far the other way and gets engaged to snobbish Cecil Vyse. How can she get out of this emotional and social pickle? This is an absolutely delightful romance that gave a timeless template for romantic comedies and dramas for 100-plus years.

7. My Ántonia by Willa Cather (1918)

Jim Burden, a New York City lawyer, tells the story of his friendship with slightly older Bohemian immigrant girl Ántonia when they were kids together on the late-nineteenth-century Nebraska prairie. It was a pretty pleasant time, give or take a few murders, suicides, and attempted rapes. This is one of the sweetest stories about unrequited love I’ve ever read, and it has some really enjoyable queer subtext.

6. Mister Death’s Blue-Eyed Girls by Mary Downing Hahn (2012)

In 1956 Maryland, gawky teen Nora’s peaceful existence is shattered by the unsolved murder of her friends Cheryl and Bobbi Jo right before summer vacation. Essentially left to deal with her trauma alone, she begins to question everything, from her faith in God to the killer’s real identity. Hahn delivers a beautiful coming-of-age story along with a thoughtful portrait of how a small community responds to tragedy.

5. The Lais of Marie de France by Marie de France, with translation and introduction/notes by Robert Herring and Joan Ferrante (original late 12th century, edition 1995) 

In twelve narrative poems, anonymous French-English noblewoman Marie de France spins fantastically weird tales of love, lust, and treachery. Highlights include self-driving ships, gay (?) werewolves, and more plot-significant birds than you can shake a stick at. Marie de France brings so much tenderness, delicacy, and startling humor to her stories, offering a wonderful window to the distant past.

4. Maus by Art Spiegelman (1980-1991)

In this hugely influential graphic novel/memoir, Art Spiegelman tells the story of how his Polish Jewish parents survived the Holocaust. He portrays all the characters as anthropomorphic animals; notably, the Jewish characters are mice and the Nazi Germans are cats. I read the first volume of Maus back in 2014 and, while I appreciated and enjoyed it, I didn’t get the full impact until I read both volumes together early in 2020. Spiegelman takes an intensely personal approach to his staggering subject matter, telling the story through the lens of his fraught relationship with his charismatic and affectionate, yet truly difficult father. 

3. At the Dark End of the Street by Danielle L. McGuire (2010)

McGuire looks at a seldom-explored aspect of racism in the Jim Crow South (the widespread rape and sexual harassment of black women by white men) and the essential role of anti-rape activism led by black women during the Civil Rights movement. This is a harrowing yet tastefully executed history, and it’s also a truly inspirational story of collective activism.

2. In for a Penny by Rose Lerner (2010)

Callow Lord Nevinstoke has to mature fast when his father dies, leaving him an estate hampered by debts and extremely legitimate grievances from angry tenant farmers. To obtain the necessary funds, he marries (usually!) sensible brewing heiress Penelope Brown, but they face problems that not even a sizable cash infusion can fix. This is a refreshingly political romance with a deliciously tense atmosphere and fascinating themes, as well as an almost painfully engaging central relationship.

1. Mansfield Park by Jane Austen (1814)

Fanny Price, the shy and sickly poor relation of the wealthy Bertram family, is subtly mistreated by most of her insecure and/or self-absorbed relatives, with the exception of her kind cousin Edmund. When the scandalous Crawford siblings visit the neighborhood, though, it shakes up her life for good and ill. I put off reading Mansfield Park for years--it’s practically the last bit of Austen writing that I consumed, including most of her juvenilia--and yet I think it’s my favorite. Fanny is an eminently lovable and interesting heroine, self-doubting and flawed yet possessed of a strong moral core, and the rest of the characters are equally realistic and compelling. Austen really made me think about the point of being a good person, both on a personal and a global scale.

[bnhabadass]

BNHA Halloween Day 9 - Horns

@bnha-halloween2019 | Day [9]: [Horns] / [Kirishima x Reader] | [Mature] | [Borderline smut, mention of bondage]

It was a warm day for October, and you and your boyfriend decided to visit the Halloween store that had just opened up in the mall. You always loved those big animatronic ghouls and witches that said stuff like “come in little girl” followed by an ugly cackle.

Kirishima pulled his car into the parking lot and the two of you got out, you skipping and acting jumpier than usual out of the sheer excitement that was your favorite time of the year. “Wait for me!” Kiri said, running to catch up with you and tackle you to the ground.

You squealed but caught your fall before hitting the pavement. You stood up and saw he was running away from you, so you chased after him only to see that he had stopped and was staring at something.

“Haha check this guy out.” He pointed to a zombified looking guy who, when you press a button, begins moving his arm, grasping for something (or someone). You laughed, loving how much Kiri was getting into the spooky spirit. You reached for his hand and the two of you walked into the store together.

You were enticed by some of the sexy looking costumes and wigs lining the walls of the store. Maybe if there was time you could try a couple on. Who knows, maybe Kiri would like it.

He didn’t seem interested in what you were eyeing, though. He broke his grip away from you and grabbed a Jason mask hanging on the wall. “What do you think of this, babe?” he asked.

You giggled and went over to lift up the mask and kiss him. “I think you should wear that for Bakugo during one of your bromance sessions.”

“Is somebody jealous?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow up. The smirk on his lips continued turning upward as you pretended to think long and hard about the question.

“Maybe not jealous, perse.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to do something about that.”

You tried leaning in to kiss him again, but he ducked and ran off, only leaving the mask in your hands. You scoffed, both out of irritation and amusement. Where did that boy run off to? Oh well. It gave you a bit more time to browse those sexy costumes you saw earlier.

You walked over to the array of adult costumes, your eyes lingering on some of them a bit longer than others. They weren’t supposed to be lingerie, but how were they not! There were so many of them. Sexy bee, sexy red riding hood, sexy nurse, sexy prison inmate, you shuddered at the sexy minion costume. This list went on and on. That’s when your eyes landed on the most raunchy looking of them all. The sexy devil. The costume was just straight up bondage; a tiny leotard with a lace up front and cups for your breasts as well as a shibari style harness in the shape of a pentagram to go around your chest. It also came with small little hair clips in the shape of devil horns. You loved it. And you knew Kiri would like it too.

You grabbed it off the rack and went over to the self checkout, taking out your wallet and sticking your card in the machine. The transaction had been completed, and now all you had to do was hide the costume in your–

“There you are!”

You yelped and shoved the costume behind your back at hearing Kirishima’s voice.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

You completely forgot. The only reason you came here in the first place was to find a big bowl with pumpkins on it or something to put the candy in for trick-or-treaters. “Uh…nope,” you said. “Guess we’ll have to look somewhere else!”

“Well what’s that?” He pointed to the thing you kept behind your back.

“Uh...” Think, (Y/n). You clutched the costume desperately and looked around the store, stating the first thing your eyes landed on. “Grease paint.”

“Grease paint?” He quirked his eyebrow up at you, not really buying what you had said.

“Yes.” Oh god, what do you say in this situation. “Because I decided I’m going to be a…” Come on, (Y/n). Quick lie quick lie quick lie. “...vampire this halloween.”

“A vampire,” he said.

This had to be the most painful conversation. “Yes. I’m going to be a vampire.”

He smiled at you with his big sharp teeth. “Well alright then. Do you want to get anything else for your costume while we’re here?”

“Nope,” you said. The stoic expression on your face refused to leave. “Let’s just mosey on outta here.”

He laughed and you two walked out of the store. You tucked the costume into your purse while he wasn’t looking. By the time the two of you made it back to your apartment, you only had a couple hours until you had to go to work. You had been assigned night patrol and was not looking forward to the long hours ahead.

“I’ll start dinner,” Kiri said, getting out of the car.

“Sounds good.” You yawned, also getting out of the car. “I think I’m gonna take a quick nap before work.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Rest up, babe.”

You smiled a sleepy smile at him before taking out your keys and unlocking the apartment. You opened your bedroom door and threw your purse onto the bed. The costume you purchased fell out and onto the floor. You might as well try it on while you had the time. After all, you bought it on a whim and wasn’t even sure if it was the right size. You gently opened the bag and took out the costume. The leotard was skimpy, leaving very little to the imagination.

You took off your shirt and unbuttoned your jeans, allowing them to slip off with ease. You stuck one leg through the leotard and then let the other follow. The harness was easy to slip over your neck, and there was a little tail you noticed dangling between your legs. You looked in the mirror. Sexy was one word to describe the way you looked. Fierce was another. You were shocked to see just how well the costume accentuated every one of your curves. You couldn’t help but toss your hair around at the sight, making it look bigger than it actually is. That’s when you remembered the little clip on horns. Once you put them in, the costume was perfect. You couldn’t help but do a little twirl and pose for yourself in the mirror.

“That looks cute.”

You jumped a little at hearing your boyfriend’s voice. He wasn’t meant to see you in this. Not yet anyway. You crossed your arms, a terrified expression on your face.

“Don’t be scared,” he said. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, patting the seat next to him. “Come here.”

You obliged, still clutching yourself for dear life. You gulped as you sat next to him. “What do you think?” Any self confidence you had before was long gone.

Kirishima looked up and put his hand on his chin, pretending to think long and hard about it. “Hmm. I don’t know if I should be scared or intrigued.”

You hit him on the arm and he laughed.

“I’m just joking,” he said. “You look so fucking sexy.” The way his usually spiky hair fell over his eyes, added by the hungry looking grin on his face, made him look like a beast, like you were his prey and he was here to devour you. He leaned in and caught your lips with his own. The two of you were like that, just making out on the edge of your bed for a long time. He pulled your bottom lip back with his teeth and you gave him a sultry look. He began kissing down your neck, leaving small marks everywhere his lips touched. He grabbed part of the pentagram harness with his teeth and lifted it up, only to open his mouth and have it release onto your skin, causing you to gasp.

Kiri was never rough during sex, which made you wonder what was in store just then. He pushed you back ever so gently so your back hit the mattress. He continued kissing down your body, then made his way back up your thighs. He stopped for a second to look up and you and clink the end of his fingernail against the clip on horns. “I like your horns,” he said.

“Really? That’s what you stopped for?”

He gave a low chuckle. “You want me to continue?”

You gave a silent nod.

“Alright then.” He pressed a warm hand to your pelvis and gently pushed down as he kissed the inside of your thighs.

Yes, you thought. Yes. Yes. Keep going Kiri.

But your thoughts were interrupted when the alarm on your phone went off. Right. You had work in an hour. The both of you sighed out of frustration. And just when it was getting to the good part.

“You should eat something before going to work,” he said. He extended an arm to help you up, but you dragged him closer until he fell on top of you. This time you were the one to capture his lips with yours.

“To be continued,” you said with a small wink before getting up to change. Your shift at work that night was agonizing. All you could think about were Kirishima’s kisses and how sexy you looked in that devil costume. You were quick to race back home after your shift, and you wasted no time unlocking the door and bursting in.

Kirishima looked up at you, and you saw that your little clip on horns were placed meticulously in his hair.

You tried stifling a laugh. “What are you wearing?”

“What?” He smiled at you. “I told you I like your horns.”

[sasamdcu]

Too Many Dads

Rating: 16+ Fandom DCU: Pairings: Cassandra Cain/Raven/Harper Row

Archive of Our Own

For The Summer of BatGalPals. I was super busy all July and am only now getting around to finishing some of these.

July 3rds General Prompt: “Meeting batdad”

Raven groaned as Dick made a fourth pass over her makeup and outfit. Ever since she had let it slip that she was going on a date he and Kori had hounded her relentlessly for details. They bickered like an old married couple about what she should wear and how she should style her hair, advised her to drink or take drugs in moderation and worst of all gave her a speech about the safety of procreation that went far too long. The birds and bees demonstrated with the help of Beast Boy did not help. It began to feel like Dick was more invested in this date than she was at this point.

“Alright, I think we’re perfect!” Dick finally confirmed before packing up his makeup case.

“You’re going to blow them away.”

“I can blow you away right now if you want.” Raven grumbled though Dick didn’t seem to notice.

The one saving grace about this whole fiasco was that her partners weren’t fairing much better. Occasional messages and cries of help came through her phone culminating in a string of Snapchats showcasing Harper and Jason devolving into a literal fist fight over the best style of leather jacket. Tim had apparently tried calling in a ringer since he didn’t know much about punk outfits himself and he wanted to focus more on trying to get Cass to wear a proper dress.  It looked like he might be regretting that.

“Oh look at the time! We’d better hurry if we want to make it to Gotham by five!” Dick dragged Raven along to his ‘borrowed Bat Mobile'.

“Remind me again why I don’t just portal to Gotham?”

“Because I need to return this car as well and you love a good road trip.”

“I don’t.”

“Well you will after this! You like show tunes?”

“We are not listening to Wicked the entire trip.“

The doors of Wayne Manor swung open as they approached to reveal Tim and Jason, both clad in slacks and sweater vests waiting. The unnerving display caused Raven to begin to question Dick’s own sweater vest ensemble. While this wasn’t an out of place outfit for Dick with the three in coordination something seemed clearly off.

“Hey there Dick, good to see you.”

“Likewise Tim.”

“How was the trip?”

“Fantastic, we listened to Wicked for the first half and Bye Bye Birdie for the second!”

“Little too on the nose there don’t you think?” Jason asked.

“Not at all, the perfect show tunes for a road trip if you ask me.”

“It was a nightmare.” Raven cut them off before they could continue farther.

A bizarre little shuffle went on as Dick shook first Tim’s hand then Jason’s before they were guided inside. Raven had been to the Wayne mansion a handful of times before with Dick, it was how she had met Cass and Harper after all, somehow though the majesty of it all wasn’t overwhelming. The opulence reminded her of Azarath and of home.

The four of them traveled down the main foyer into a small guest seating room on the left. Inside Raven momentarily forgot all about the weird way the boys were acting because there was Harper and Cass and oh boy was Raven having a gay moment.

Jason and Tim seemed taken aback as well. Raven wasn’t surprised, instead of the outfits they had been getting them into earlier the two were sporting nothing but light workout gear. Harper was in nothing but a skeleton motif tank and loose black shorts while Cass was in skin tight shorts and a black sports bra with attached bat eared hood. If you asked Raven they looked amazing. The toned muscles and various patterns of scarring telling her just how much trust they had in her and how comfortable they were in showing her so much.

“What happened to our planning?” Jason just sank in despair. "I thought we bonded through that brawl."

“You guys got so worked up we were ready like five hours early. We got bored and went for a workout.” Harper shrugged.

“Comfier.” Cass added.

Jason simply wandered aimlessly out of the room, as if his whole world had come crashing down around him.

“What’s up with him?” Raven asked.

“Oh I told him if he helped me dress up Harper it would impress Barbara.” Tim flashed a momentary shit eating grin before becoming rigidly serious again and locking eyes with her. “But onto the real business.”

“Ahem.” Dick cleared his throat. “You two ladies better look after my girl here. Treat here right you hear?”

“What? No, no, no, your girl needs to make sure she treats Cass and Harper right!” Tim countered, upset that Dick had usurped his moment.

“I’m the adult here and I’m going to make sure Raven is treated how she deserves!”

“Well I’ve been teaching these two for years now and I need to know that they’re going to be in good hands!”

Raven felt a small tug at the bottom of her dresses skirt. Turning she found Cass holding one finger over her lips for silence and Harper looking ready to bust a gut. Motioning Cass lead the two quietly out the door, leaving the two siblings to bicker behind them.

“God I can’t believe what dorks they are.” Harper laughed once they were out of earshot. “Do they really both want to be dads that badly or something? And Jason! Oh my god I can’t believe I managed to convince him to wear that stupid sweater vest.”

Cass and Raven snickered with her.

“At least you two got to change into something more comfortable, Dick and Kori made me take a five hour car ride in latex. This stuff doesn’t breathe you know.”

“It’s worth it.” Cass pulled Raven into a side hug, burying herself into the empath’s side and stealing a quick kiss.

“Yea, honestly it suits you a lot. Looks super cute and you don’t even notice the fact that it was probably bought from some kink store.”

Raven was dressed in as Kori described it a ‘Latex Galaxy Print Emily Dress’. A simple black latex dress with blue, purple and red galaxy print swirls across the chest portion, short puffy shoulder sleeves a somewhat short skirt and a high almost sailor collar, finished off by an O-ring attached right in the center.

“Uhg” Raven groaned. “I let Kori pick it out but didn’t take into account her lack of tact and understand when it comes to certain social customs still. A pretty dress is a pretty dress is all she said. Though I have to admit her matching the galaxy design with your hair was a stroke of genius.”

Raven ran a hand through Harper's hair before pulling her down for her own kiss.

“Again, you hardly notice it looks kinky or anything. Either that or I’ve just been spending too much time around the local capes and hoods. Have you seen Cat Woman’s outfit? The dress really doesn’t stand out that much in our line of work.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“So, we have a surprise for movie night.” Cass beamed at her pushing Raven to raise an eyebrow in interest.

“Oh?”

“It’s an anime. I’ve finally gotten Cass fully into anime, and now it’s your turn.” Harper laughed.

“As long as it’s Cass picking that’s fine with me, the last time it was your turn to pick we ended up watching that god awful Lance and Masks.”

The three settled down together in one of the side rooms, a massive TV adorning the far wall and one large comfy couch for them to quickly pile onto. Raven let Cass guide her in between herself and Harper. While they’d definitely had movies night before this was an entirely new situation for Raven. Previously she had always been off to the side while the lovebirds cuddled. She could definitely get used to this though, something about the way the two of them embraced and held her just made her feel so safe and warm. Harper pulling her almost on top of herself and Cass spread out all across both of them kept her in such close proximity it was almost impossible to tune out their feelings of affection that washed over her like she was being dipped in a warm comfortable bath. It was pure happiness.

Bruce was tired. He had finished his patrol late the night before and hadn’t had time for sleep before dealing with the various Wayne enterprises that required his attention. Refusing to take a day off he had just finished his second night straight of patrols and was running on fumes when he made it back to the mansion.

Upon arriving the first thing he found was Jason passed out in a patio chair dressed like what Bruce could only assume was an attempt at Mr. Rodgers. He didn’t want to know. In the foyer he found Duke scolding Tim and Dick both also dressed in outlandishly PBS father figure style outfits. He had to blink a few times and then go double check on Jason to make sure he was seeing everything correctly. Those three wearing matching outfits was not a good sign.

Checking in on Harper and Cass who he’d heard were opting to spend their weekend at the mansion for once instead of at either Harper or Stephanie’s apartments was delighted to find all three girls snuggled up fast asleep together on the couch. A large comfy blanket sprawled out across them.

“Wait.”

It didn’t take the world’s greatest detective to realize that something didn’t add up, namely the number of people in the pile. Silently he went through a mental checklist of who all was there. There was Harper and Cass yes. But the third girl was someone he didn’t recognize. It wasn’t Stephanie, or Barbara, or Carrie or Kate. Not Violet not Harley(thankfully.) not Selina and not anyone else that sprung to mind.

Rubbing his eyes he wandered into the kitchen where he found Damian eating breakfast and Alfred putting on a new batch of coffee.

“Oh thank you Alfred, I definitely need that today.” He groaned as he plopped down into a seat at the table next to Damian.

“I think what you need is a good sleep sir.” Alfred replied but began grabbing a third cup nonetheless.

Bruce hummed to himself a moment in thought.

“We didn’t adopt any new kids recently have we?”

Damian and Alfred looked at him in confusion.

“There’s a third girl with Harper and Cass. I don’t recognize her.”

“Ahh. That would be Miss Raven.” Alfred turned back to the coffee maker. “No, she is simply here as a guest, from my understanding those three have begun dating. She’s one of Dick’s Teen Titans.”

Bruce nodded in acceptance.

“Okay good. I was worried we would need to renovate and add another bedroom.”

“I’m pretty sure that won’t be a problem.” Duke said around mouthfuls of toast. “Looks to me like they’ll be sharing a bed anyways.”

And that was not what sleep deprived Bruce needed to be thinking about right now. Anything would have been better than his children's relationships, god a Joker attack would be better.

“And do you know what’s going on with?...” he let the question die out.

“On second thought I’ll ask Dick what they were doing tomorrow. Alfred please ignore my earlier request for coffee and cancel my eight o clock, I believe we should still be able to reschedule to tomorrow for that. I’m going to go get some rest after all.”

“Of course sir.”

“Have fun at school Damian.”

“Tch.”

Yea. Bruce definitely wasn’t dealing with whatever else all of this was until tomorrow.

[thinkingaboutyoungroyals]

Autumn-y fic request! Cyrus finds out TJ is a pumpkin spice enthusiast and decides to surprise him with a date to the cute shop that sells pumpkin doughnuts and apple cider (from the “Perfect Day 2.0”) episode. This can be an actual date if you want to make it established relationship, or just flirty. Bonus points if Cy recounts losing his shoe and Buffy awkwardly carrying him. TJ scoops him up bridal style to “prove he can do a better job than Buffy” (but really he wants an excuse to hold Cy)

This was a cute prompt! Hope this is okay!

AO3

Absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the table, Cyrus patiently waited for his boyfriend to fetch their breakfast before school.

It all still felt like a dream. He, Cyrus Goodman, was in a relationship. Not a fake one. Not a “are they or aren’t they”. A real, hand-holding, sweet kisses kind, fun dates of relationship.

“Here we are.” T.J. occupied the seat across from him, placing two cups and two saran-wrapped muffins on the table. “Hot chocolate and chocolate-chocolate muffin for my muffin.”

Cyrus blushed, holding back a giggle as his boyfriend pushed the items towards him.

“Thank you,” he said, picking up the muffin and unwrapping it. “You don’t have to do this, you know. I can get my own muffin now.”

And by that, he meant that he always tried to come to school early and line up. But, ever since he and T.J. started dating, the jock had taken it upon himself to grab breakfast for him, instead.

“I know,” T.J. replied with a grin. “But, I want to. Is that okay?”

Smiling, Cyrus nodded before taking a sweet bite of the second most glorious food in the world.

“So,” T.J. began as he unwrapped his own muffin. “What are our plans for this weekend?”

Cyrus looked up, mouth full of muffin. He chewed, quickly, and swallowed. “Um… I haven’t really thought of anything, yet,” he said, rather guiltily.

He was supposed to take T.J. out on a date this weekend. But, so far, he couldn’t think of a good one.

“That’s okay.” T.J. handed him a napkin. “Not everyone can plan a perfect date like I can.” He winked, playfully. “If you want, I can-.”

“No,” Cyrus interrupted with a shake of his head. “I said I would take you out on a date and I will. I’m just trying to think of something that we’ll both enjoy and not result in me twisting an ankle.”

Or throwing up in his shoe but they were eating so he chose not to say that part.

“You know I’m just fine with lunch and a movie.”

“But, that’s a typical date! I want us to do something fun and different!”

On their last date, T.J. had taken him to a space-themed café that just opened up for lunch. Then, they spent the afternoon swinging at the park.

In fact, since the moment they got together, T.J. had been planning all their dates. And Cyrus wanted to return the favor, for once.

“Alright, fine. But, you know I’ll have fun with whatever it is because it’s with you.”

T.J. smiled before opening the seal of his drink and taking a swig. Then, he bit into his muffin, the crumbs falling onto the table. Cyrus caught a whiff of pumpkin and cinnamon and he tilted his head to the side.

“Is that a pumpkin spice muffin?” he asked.

“Mmhmm.” T.J. nodded as he took another bite. “They started serving it when October hit.”

“Can I try your drink?”

T.J. wordlessly pushed his cup towards him and Cyrus picked it up. He took a whiff, noting the sweet scent before taking a sip.

Yep, pumpkin spice.

“You really like pumpkin, huh?” he commented, amused as he returned the cup back to T.J.

His boyfriend blushed, slightly. “Hey, ‘tis the season, might as well,” he replied.

As Cyrus watched T.J. practically inhale his pumpkin spice muffin and down his pumpkin spice drink, the wheels started turning in his head.

…………..

“So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” T.J. asked for the tenth time, from the moment they got on the bus to go to the Alpine Slide.

Cyrus kept swinging their entwined hands between them. “Nope. But, you’ll love it. I promise.”

T.J. laughed. “I’m sure, I will.” He looked around the area. “I’ve never been around here before.”

“Really? Andi, Buffy, and I used to take bike rides here. Actually, where I’m taking you is kind of our little secret. But, I got their permission to take you there too.”

“Well, I feel honored.”

Playfully, Cyrus nudged T.J.’s shoulders with his. T.J. nudged back.

Finally, they reached the shop. Cyrus excitedly pulled him inside. As soon as they got a whiff of the air around them, T.J.’s eyes lit up.

“Is that…”

“Pumpkin donuts!” Cyrus declared.

T.J.’s eyes were sparkling as they got in line to order food. Cyrus had never seen him so excited and practically bouncing on his feet like a bunny. If they weren’t holding hands, he would definitely take a video.

After getting a bag of donuts and cups of warm apple cider to ward off the chill from their walk from the bus stop, they settled on a table in the corner and dug in.

T.J. was in euphoria, if his happy little noises were any indication. Cyrus could barely enjoy his own donut as he was too enamored by his boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“I think these are the best pumpkin donuts I’ve ever had,” T.J. gushed. “I’m definitely buying some to take home. How did you guys find this place?”

And with that, Cyrus regaled him with the tales of the Good Hair Crew’s adventures, specifically Perfect Day 1 and Perfect Day 2.0.

“… and then a villainous bee stung me in the eye! It was awful!” Cyrus shuddered at the memory. “Buffy had to carry me.”

T.J. brows furrowed as he took a sip of his cider. “Really? She carried you?”

“You know how strong she is! And I’m quite light, thank you!”

T.J. smirked. “Bet I can carry you better.”

At that, Cyrus flushed red. “U-Um… there’s a small petting zoo in the back,” he managed, tearing at a donut while trying hard not to grin. “After we eat, we can go there, if you want.”

Grinning, T.J. reached over and squeezed his hand. “Sounds good.”

After finishing their donuts and cider (Cyrus had two, T.J. had four), they went to the back of the shop where a wooly sheep, an overly friendly goat, and a pony were waiting to be petted and given treats. They spent the next half hour petting, feeding, and taking photos to commemorate their date.

And before leaving, T.J. bought himself another bag of pumpkin donuts.

Hand-in-hand, they made their way back to the bus stop with Cyrus recounting his last adventure with the GHC.

“Oh, there’s the quicksand where I lost my shoe!” he pointed out.

T.J. laughed. “Well, good thing you didn’t lose it again this time. Or I might have to carry you back.”

“No, Buffy had to carry me back when I got stung by a bee,” Cyrus corrected. “I’m highly allergic to bees.”

“I guess I’ll have to protect you then? Should I carry you?”

Gosh, T.J. was a really cheesy boyfriend. Cyrus felt pretty privileged to be the only one to see this side of him.

“Well, good thing there aren’t any bees,” Cyrus retorted. “So there’s no need to carry me.”

“I think I can still carry you whether or not you’ve been stung by a bee.”

Cyrus chuckled. “If I didn’t know any better, I think you’re just looking for an excuse to carry me.”

T.J. gasped in pretend shock. “Cyrus Goodman! Are you saying that I have ulterior motives?”

“Don’t you always?”

“Well, maybe I just want to prove that I can do a better job at carrying you than Buffy.”

“Must everything between you two be a competition?”

“It’s how we show affection to each other without all the gross stuff.” Suddenly, T.J. paused in his tracks. He handed Cyrus his bag of donuts. “Can you hold this for me for a sec?”

“Sure?” Confused, Cyrus took the bag.

Before he knew it, his feet were no longer on the ground and he flailed in panic, his arms wrapping around T.J.’s neck. The pumpkin donuts were thankfully still safely clutched in his hands.

“T.J.!”

His boyfriend grinned, happily as he began to walk with Cyrus in his arms. “See? Told you I can carry you better.”

“She carried me on her back!”

“Well, you didn’t say that. But this is better, isn’t it?”

Cyrus was well-aware that he was probably tomato-red right at that moment and it had nothing to do with the chill of the afternoon. And, T.J. was kind of right. Being carried in his arms was more enjoyable than being carried on Buffy’s back. Or maybe it was because he was in T.J.’s arms.

“Silence means ‘yes’,“ T.J. teased.

“Shush,” Cyrus replied, keeping his gaze firmly on the taller boy’s hood.

If he looked up at him, he would blush even more. But, after a minute or so, he couldn’t resist. He lifted his head slightly.

T.J.’s face was so close and his features so sharp and clear. He was reaaaaally handsome. And just looking at him made Cyrus’ stomach fill with butterflies. He couldn’t tear his gaze away.

They arrived right on time to catch the bus and the 10-minute ride was filled with a still red-faced Cyrus laying his head on T.J.’s shoulder. Meanwhile, his boyfriend munched on some of his pumpkin donuts.

Arriving back in town, T.J. walked him home.

“I should be walking you home,” Cyrus said, swinging their entwined hands between them. “I’m the one who took you out.”

“My house is the opposite direction of yours, Underdog,” T.J. replied. “Besides, I don’t mind.” He squeezed Cyrus’ hand. “But, next time you, can walk me.”

Cyrus beamed. “Okay!”

Arriving at his house, he turned on his heels to look at his tall boyfriend.

“Did you have fun?” he asked, a little worriedly.

“Yeah, of course! It was amazing… and I got the most delicious pumpkin donuts to prove it.”

“So… would you say it was the perfect day?” he asked, sheepishly.

T.J. pursed his lips, pretending to think. “Hmm, not quite.”

Cyrus’ face almost fell until the taller boy leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. And Cyrus practically melted.

T.J. broke the kiss and grinned. “Now it’s perfect.”

Cyrus couldn’t agree more.

[caffeine-nerd]

🎄 Sweater magic, or food goo with cinnamon🎄

🌚 Lance can knit and that doesn't mean he likes doing it. Growing up with sisters gave him lots of skills like cooking, braiding, dancing and mastering the art of soap operas, which may seem competely stupid when you're plaining to be a military pilot. (...he secretly loves this stuff but shhhhh...)

Being a completed Christmas nerd, now he just HAS to make the coolest presents for his friends, but... ugh. They're in space. No usual shopping. The only thing left is to make handmade presents and the only thing he can do well is... OH SHIT NONONO THERE'S NO WAY I'M DOING THIS

And now bee-Holt: Lance is sitting in his room and knitting a silver sweater for Shiro. Other ones are ready and lying in the boxes near by. They're made from a weird wool he found in a market on some little planet of farmers.

One day Pidge accidently enters his room.

pidge: *yaaawn* hi lance. whatcha you doing? wait what

lance: ...this is not what you're thinking about...

pidge: guuuUUUYS! LANCE IS KNITTING! I TOLD YA! OUR TAILOR-BOY IS ACTUALLY A TAILOR

lance: *hides everything in a second* You have no proof!

pidge: and. i. will. get. it.

A day after that Lance found a camera in his room. Since then he'd been knitting in a bathroom.

#the Christmas day#

Lance hides his presents under the weird tree, sits with a shitty grin and watches his friends opening the boxes.

By the end of the day, every paladin was wearing a sweater. Lance too, cuz he got his one from somebody else.

pidge: you're not the only one who can secretly knit. :]

▶Lance's sweater is dark blue and extremely fluffy with "sharkshooker" written on it.

▶ Keith's sweater is red and has a cowl.

matt, who got furry ears from pidge: HI THERE, RED RIDING HOOD! WHERE R YOU GOIN'? WAIT, I NEED SOME GRANNIES TO EAT! GALRA GRANNY WOULD FIT TOO!

keith: im not entiRELY GALRA

▶ Turned out that Hunk's sweater glows in the dark.

hunk: wait, why am i glowing

lance: cuz you're our ray of sunshine, buddy

▶ Pidge's sweater has a long collar so she can hide her head when she doesn't want to talk

▶Shiro got a silver sweater with Kermit.

shiro: why there is a frog?

lance: cuz it is a meme and you don't understand memes

shiro: ..... what is "a meme"?

lance: oh let me show you

*drags matt, who has "I'm a walking meme" on his sweater*

lance: see?

shiro: ???

▶ Allura got a scarf and wore it as a headband at first

▶ Coran got Santa's hat

lance: say hou-hou-hou

coran: what's that?

lance: uuuugh... an ancient greeting

#next morning#

coran: hou-hou-hou, my dear paladins

lance: *choking with pudding aka food goo with cinnamon*

✨

[october31st1981]

Send Nude Pics of Your Heart to Me

James Potter to Mrs. Wife: lily can we have another baby?

Lily Potter to Wears Socks to Bed: R u going to text me that every time Harry does something cute?

James Potter: yes

Lily Potter: U know if we got one every time u asked we’d have like 35 babies by now??

James Potter: i’d be okay with that

James Potter: they might give us our own tv programme

James Potter: lil and jim and their kin 

Lily Potter: Ur right what’s the point of having children if not to pimp them out for reality television

Sirius Black to Babe: u know it’s extremely rude to fuck in the house while ur babysitter is downstairs watching ur kid

James Potter to Hot Stuff: i don’t pay u to complain 

Sirius Black: u are literally not paying me

Sirius Black: i am doing this out of love for this little banshee

James Potter: we made u godfather. and u can have dibs if i knock lily up 2nite

Sirius Black: fine but at least play some music or smth christ what are u doing to her?????

Lily Potter to The Other Woman: Quit texting James while we’re fucking 

Lily Potter: Tho he is surprisingly good at multitasking 

Sirius Black to Sugar Tits: only if u make him call u daddy 

Lily Potter: Deal

James Potter to James Has A Daddy Kink: lupin will you look after harry next weekend? sirius is permanently banned from babysitting

Sirius Black: Still godfather m8

James Potter: not anymore remus is godfather now

Peter Pettigrew: am i not on the list??

James Potter: you will get on the list once u stop screaming every time he poos

Peter Pettigrew: fair enough 

Remus Lupin: Can I be godfather when Harry’s like ten? Babies are terrifying

Sirius Black: i will not stand for this betrayal 

Sirius Black changed the chat name to James Wanked To McGonagall For All Of Year 9.

Peter Pettigrew: pretty sure it was longer than year 9 👀👀👀👀

James Potter: it’s not embarrassing if ur not ashamed

Remus Lupin: If you’re gonna text me at work at least leave my colleagues’ names out of the group chat 

Peter Pettigrew: should u b texting while ur teaching?

Remus Lupin: The kids are using their phones to film for a presentation it’s fine probably

Sirius Black: see potter? he’s already showing he’s bad w/ kids he’s gonna let harry on the internet unsupervised

James Potter: harry is 1

Sirius Black: ur never too young 2 start developing abandonment issues 

Remus Lupin changed the chat name to Sirius Wanked to Yugioh in Sixth Form.

Sirius Black: listen here u little shit

James Potter to Ginger Spice: lily look!!!

Lily Potter to Daddy’s Girl: U have sent me 12 pictures of Harry dressed as a penguin in the past 2 minutes

Lily Potter: (((And I have loved every single 1 of them our baby is the cutest?!?!)))

James Potter: i fucking know right

James Potter: legitimately he’s better than other babies

Lily Potter: Our baby could take the Longbottoms baby in a fight

James Potter: our baby could take DUMBLEDORE in a fight

Lily Potter: I mean ur right but

Lily Potter: In what situation would our son be fighting the headmaster of our secondary school

James Potter: idk but he’d fuckin wreck him have u seen how hard he pulls on hair he’d rip that beard right the fuck off

Lily Potter: Tru

Remus Lupin to Jimbo: How did you get i’m a furry to autocorrect to i’m a furry

Remus Lupin: DAMN IT I MEAN I’M A FURRY

James Potter to Dances with Wolves: we’ve all known for a long time remus i’m not here to judge u

Remus Lupin: I’M NOT A FURRY

Remus Lupin: I’M A FURRY

James Potter: u seem to be experiencing some conflicting emotions

Remus Lupin: I’m trying to say I’M S I C K

James Potter: of hiding ur true nature as a furry? we’re sick of ur denial as well mate

Remus Lupin: You are officially disowned 

James Potter: ur not my real dad 

Peter Pettigrew to Remus is a Furry: so are u like a brony or do u dress up as a wolf and sniff people? 

James Potter: the 2nd one definitely 

Sirius Black: idk man i think i saw him eyeing one of harry’s picture books the other day

Sirius Black: does red riding hood get u going

Petter Pettigrew: lmao

Remus Lupin: Potter I’m gonna murder you

James Potter: just try it my son will avenge me 

Sirius Black: oooooo he’s got u remus what r u gonna do fight a baby

Remus Lupin: I will explain to Harry about how his father was a bellend and he will take my side

James Potter: lies. harry will never doubt my honour. just the other day peter sneezed on me and harry bit him

Peter Pettigrew: thought he bit me bc hes teething?

James Potter: irrelevant 

James Potter to Never Furget: remus did u change all my profile pics to screencaps from bambi

Remus Lupin to Jimmy Neutron: Why do you ask?

James Potter: bc everyone is commenting on them but i can’t see them or take them down what did u do

Remus Lupin: Maybe the universe did this to you James

Remus Lupin: The world is trying to tell you who the real furry here is

Remus Lupin to Jimothy: Did you buy me a fucking bunny?

James Potter to Froot Lupes: remus i know ur new to pet ownership but bunnies aren’t for fucking

Remus Lupin: James. Why did someone deliver a rabbit to my house

James Potter: i thought u could use some company

James Potter: since ur both

Remus Lupin: DO NOT

James Potter: furry

Remus Lupin: I’m moving to Australia

Remus Lupin to James is Not One of Us: Just because I’m keeping the bunny doesn’t mean you’re forgiven

Remus Lupin: It’s for the children. My students have fallen in love with it

Sirius Black: sure ““““ur students””” fell in love with it 

Sirius Black: speaking of children who r u gonna turn to now potter

Sirius Black: if i’m banned from babysitting and u and remus r on the outs

James Potter: pete’s still here 

Peter Pettigrew: yeah im still here

Sirius Black: peter tell me how you change a nappy without looking at wikihow

Peter Pettigrew: um

James Potter: our house has wifi? 

Lily Potter to Bambi: Peter Pettigrew is not babysitting for us ever again

Lily Potter: He flushed a disposable nappy today

Lily Potter: Naked Sunday is canceled 

James Potter to Faline: but it’s the day of our lord lily

James Potter to Boyz II Men: congratulations sirius ur hereby reinstated as godfather 

Sirius Black: good bc i’m thinking of getting a sidecar for my motorbike

James Potter: harry is not allowed on ur motorbike until he is at least 9

Remus Lupin: I think you’re forgetting how Harry got home from the hospital

James Potter: fine. harry is allowed if both lily and i are also on it

Peter Pettigrew: #parenting

Peter Pettigrew: i got fired today btw

James Potter: what? why???

Sirius Black: what did u do

Remus Lupin: Are you alright?

Peter Pettigrew: im fine 

Peter Pettigrew: director was just looking for “something else”

Sirius Black: that’s shit

James Potter: sorry pete 

Remus Lupin: Is there anything we can do to help?

Peter Pettigrew: idk maybe we could just hang out and talk?

James Potter: sure we can do that 

Sirius Black: i’m not good w/ emotional intimacy

Sirius Black: how do u feel abt alcohol?

James Potter to Meri Jaan: i msis u

James Potter: ur os pretty 

Lily Potter to You Are My Soniya: It’s 2am love

James Potter: i kno btu thsi is v importnat

Lily Potter: What is it?

James Potter: i lvoe sirius

Lily Potter: Unbelievable 

James Potter: and u!!11111

James Potter: also im srory if i pee on hte rose bsushes a gain

Sirius Black to Blossom Powerpuff: just so u know we’ve taken james’s phone from him 

Sirius Black: but he says i’ve gotta tell u that ur his favourite wife

Lily Potter to Mojo Jojo: I’m his only wife

Sirius Black: james says ‘irrelevant’ 

James Potter to Heart Eyes: love u’ve gotta stop sexting me while i’m w/ clients

Lily Potter to Poop Emoji: Why’s that?

James Potter: i’m developing some kind of pavlovian response

James Potter: every time i look at a surrealist painting i get an erection

Lily Potter: Paint me like one of ur french abstractions from reality

James Potter: sex fiend 

Lily Potter: U love it 

Remus Lupin to Lil Wayne: You and James need to stop have things delivered to my house

Remus Lupin: I promise you I can feed myself without a 15 year old dropping off a week’s worth of groceries 

Lily Potter to R. Kelly: Bread and chocolate is not a diet Remus

Remus Lupin: It has kept me alive this long 

Lily Potter: Ur lucky we don’t have u move in. James says ur too skinny these days

Remus Lupin: James is built like a broomstick

Lily Potter: ...

Lily Potter: I want to defend him bc he is my husband but.... u right

Remus Lupin: Then will you stop trying to parent me

Lily Potter: Don’t talk back to ur mother Lupin

James Potter to The Lady from the Bee Movie: evans r u wearing my jeans again

Lily Potter to Jerry Seinfield: No

James Potter: ur having a picnic with bathilda in her garden and harry and i are in our sitting room w/ the curtains open i can literally see u

Lily Potter: Maybe these are mine

James Potter: i’m almost a foot taller than u and ur jeans r not that long

Lily Potter: If they r ur jeans what are you going to do about it

James Potter: ur gonna catch these hands

James Potter: in ur own bc i love u

James Potter: but i still want my jeans back

Lily Potter: I want my pre-baby figure back m8

James Potter: touché 

Sirius Black to Cars 2: pete how would u feel abt modeling

Peter Pettigrew to The Lion King: funny 

Peter Pettigrew: hard to get an acting job thats not typecast 

Sirius Black: i’m srs

Sirius Black: i mean. u know what i mean

Peter Petitgrew: modelings fine. i’ve done some hand stuff

Sirius Black: sometimes when reg can’t make a job his agency will offer it to me

Sirius Black: and i told them i wouldn’t do it unless i could bring a friend

Peter Pettigrew: thanks... u didnt have to do that

Sirius Black: don’t make it weird peter just take the job 

Sirius Black to Peter Does Hand Stuff: i’m handsome right

Sirius Black: like i am good looking

James Potter: tru

Remus Lupin: yeah

Sirius Black: then how did i get kicked off a photoshoot so they could take more pictures of pettigrew

Peter Pettigrew: dorcas said it was bc ur face is too unnatural

Peter Pettigrew: no one looks like that in real life

Sirius Black: i look like this in real life!!!

Peter Pettigrew: anyway dorcas told me they want me to be the face of the whole campaign which is cool

James Potter: that’s fantastic pete!!

Remus Lupin: Congrats Peter!

Sirius Black: i can’t believe u would sell me out

Peter Pettigrew: were all just trying to survive capitalism sirius

Sirius Black: so money is worth more than our friendship

James Potter: sirius u don’t even like modelling

Remus Lupin: Also you don’t need the money, you’ve got your inheritance and your radio work

Sirius Black: i like to know who has a price they can be bought for

Sirius Black: in case one of us ends up murdered

James Potter: walburga really fucked u up huh

Lily Potter to Put A Ring On It: R u on your way home?

James Potter to Crazy In Love: on the tube

James Potter: did u want takeaway again? bc i kno the chinese made u sick the other night so maybe i can just get u soup?

Lily Potter: No I’m fine I just wanted to know when you were coming back

Lily Potter: I have news

James Potter: tell me. the man beside me is cutting his hair and it’s getting on my trousers. i could do with good news

Lily Potter: I’ll tell u when ur home

James Potter: evans u can’t just dangle news in front of me like that and then take it away i demand answers

Lily Potter: It’s in-person news

James Potter: r we getting divorced? is this bc i said prefer 7/11 to formation

Lily Potter: That is definitely grounds for divorce but no

James Potter: lily ur worrying me. is everything ok???

James Potter: i’m gonna call

James Potter: i’m losing service hold on

Lily Potter: James we’re going to have another baby

James Potter: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

James Potter: i love you. i can’t hold u yet so i’m gonna hug the haircut man

Lily Potter: <3 <3 <3

James Potter: i may have just told him we’d name our baby after him how do u feel abt the name christobal

Lily Potter: Hard pass

James Potter: u said that abt me once and now i’ve impregnated u twice so i’m gonna tell him maybe

Lily Potter changed the chat name to Sirius Has Dibs.

Sirius Black: r u hitting on me evans

Sirius Black: u do realize ur husband is also on this chat. i mean i’m up for a menage a potter but what will we tell harry 

Peter Pettigrew: james’s parents like adopted u this is definitely some kind of incest

Sirius Black: “Definitely Some Kind of Incest” is the black family motto

Remus Lupin: Tbh I’m surprised you don’t have a tail

Sirius Black: how do u kno that i don’t u don’t kno my life

Lily Potter: It’s good 2 know our children will have positive role models

James Potter: it’s too late for harry we’ll just have to get better friends with this one

Peter Pettigrew: ????????

Sirius Black: ur not

Sirius Black: U ARE

Remus Lupin: Congratulations?!

Sirius Black: UR HAVING A FETUS

Peter Pettigrew: BLIMEY CONGRATS

Remus Lupin: Wasn’t Harry born literally yesterday? You guys are like rabbits

Sirius Black: i can’t believe evans is ““in trouble”” again this is wild i bet it’s bc euphemia used all those metaphors while giving u the sex talk

James Potter: papa don’t preach

Sirius Black: i love it when u call me papa

Sirius Black: wait do i have dibs bc of.... u guys r disgusting 

Lily Potter: Does that mean u don’t want dibs?

Sirius Black: NO I HAVE DIBS ON ALL POTTER CHILDREN NOW AND FOREVER THEY’RE GONNA BE MY ARMY TO FIGHT REMUS’S SECONDARY SCHOOL KIDS

Remus Lupin: I can’t in good conscience send eleven-year-olds to war but on the other hand you’re on

Peter Pettigrew: £5 on the fetus 

Lily Potter: £1000 on the fetus Potter Progeny United

James Potter: this is why i married u 

[seagreen-meets-grey]

Thirty Questions

Rules: Answer thirty questions, then tag twenty blogs you would like to know better.

I was tagged by @amesperaltiago :)

1. Nicknames? There’s not much you can do with my name. Schmaja (back in like 6th grade when my class had a phase), Biene Maja (Maja the bee in German), also because of my red hair I have to endure names like Rotkäppchen (Little Red Riding Hood), Rosthaar (rusty hair), firefox, and the like (I kinda dig the witch ones). But I take it with humor so feel free to join the train if you’re not up to straight up mocking me

2. Gender? Female

3. Star sign? Capricorn

4. Height? 5′ 9′’

5. Time? 21:29 so 9:29pm

6. Birthday? December 23

7. Favourite Bands? there’s too much I love. Probs Linkin Park, Imagine Dragons, Bring Me The Horizon, Broilers, Die Toten Hosen, Skillet, Sum 41, Shinedown, Rise Against, Hollywood Undead and sooo many more. And I know they don’t count as a band but I gotta include The Lonely Island ♥ 

8. Favourite Solo Artists? Ed Sheeran, James Blunt, Casper, Halsey, and again I love so much different stuff I can’t even start with on this list. (Don’t even get me started on music in general, we’ll be here forever. Come talk to me about it anytime though!!) Also Joanna Newsom is kinda starting to grow on me too!!

9. Song stuck in my head? none rn since I’m listening to music right now

10. Last movie you watched? Wow that’s been a while. I honestly don’t remember. I guess it was the first Mission Impossible film?

11. Last show you watched? Sherlock

12. When did you create your blog? May 2015

13. What do you post? mostly Brooklyn Nine-Nine. other fandoms such as Dragons, Percy Jackson, Miraculous Ladybug, many others... and memes, humor, etc. etc. etc......

14. Last thing you googled? I wanted to know where I could find out when I created my blog so I googled that xD

15. Do you have other blogs? nope. only my mess of my one blog.

16. Do you get asks? nope... so get on dem asks guys!! you’d never be bothering me!!

17. Why did you choose your url? because I was a sucker for Percabeth at the time. Still am for some part but not primarily anymore. I dig the colors as well.

18. Following? 900

19.Followers? 202

20. Favourite colours? blue, green, black, and especially seagreen

21. Average hours of sleep? 5-10, depending on my schedule

22. Lucky Number? don’t have one. sometimes the “magical” numbers such as 3, 7, 13, whatever. I mostly go with 7 (Septimus Heap anyone?)

23. Instruments? played the recorder in elementary school, two or three years of keyboard lessons when I was like 13... oh and my cousin once taught me how to play Boulevard Of Broken Dreams on the drums years ago

24. How many blankets do you sleep with? one, in winter when it’s really cold it’s two

25. What am I wearing? I don’t know, you should know yourself what you’re wearing (I’m so funny today). As for me, I’m all black again, black jeans, black socks, black underwear, black shirt, black t-shirt with Toothless’ eyes and blue glowing nose (the one from HTTYD 2)

26. Dream job? translator of like tv scripts and stuff

27. Dream trip? dunno... I’d love to go anywhere where there is the ocean

28. Favourite foods? everything sweet, everything noodles, everything pizza, everything chicken (sorry, Tuffnut.). all-time fav is probably pancakes with sugar, cinnamon and apple sauce

29. Nationality? German

30. Favourite song at the moment? Too. Many. Also changes all the time.

I tag @astrangetypeofchemistry, @ashleybenlove, @ofroadmapsandpaperbacks, @i-just-wanna-l-i-v-e, @astrid-horrendous-haddock and now I’m tired of tagging. Feel free to do this if you want to.

[ratcrime]

6, 22, 34

6. Favourite character you’ve written?

of my own characters i think that camilla might be one of my favourites! she’s evolved a lot in the last year since i started working on her and writing her always tells me something new. admittedly, i don’t work much with the WC kids lately but i want to get back to them because they are Good. I also kind of adore writing one of my characters who I can’t talk about right now because it’s a Secret Thing.

Of characters who are not my own, Juno Steel from the Penumbra Podcast is an absolute delight to write and I never don’t have an awesome time.

22. Tell us about the books on your “to write” list

s h it

little red riding hood retelling where little red and gretel are girlfriends. red and hansel are always trying to keep gretel safe but then Shit Happens and after going on an adventure to save her they have to accept that gretel has been through as much shit as everyone else and that she’s tough enough to take care of herself

noir-style mystery from the point of view of a femme fatale character that, though she did commit the “crime” in question, she is not the biggest bad guy of the story. it’s set exclusively in a hotel and is tropy as hell and i love it

i’m fiddling with this thing with an alternative story structure where on one half of the page it’s how scenes actually go and on the other page it’s how the protag imagines they could have gone. it’s from the perspective of an abuse survivor who feels kind of monstrous and angry all the time but can’t talk about what happened and if this sounds familiar it’s just a thinly veiled attempt for me to cope with my own shit

wish collector! for fucks sake i’ve been neglecting this for a year @ me shape up your shit and get to fucking work

a podcast about a gardener who works for the world’s most mundane family and he becomes increasingly more frustrated with the fact that they are just TOO normal. it has no plot and no tension so most of it is just him bickering with his boyfriend (who thinks he is neurotic) and stuff like that

story about a bee-keeper who works in the town general store and lives on basically the only patch of green earth anywhere in sight which happens to be the family orchard. there might be magic idk i have characters and setting but no plot

also none of these are straight

34. Unpopular writing thoughts/opinions?

i think first person almost always sounds super fucking childish, same with present tense in long bursts. it CAN be done well but it so often is not done well that i just don’t even bother unless they’re like. short fics.

also it is... painfully obvious when writers haven’t done their research about a social issue so if you’re not willing to put in the ground work then just stay in your fucking lane PLEASE 

Writer Ask Meme

[percontaion-points]

Let’s Play “Moments: Siren Song” Part 1

The first day of high school on Halloween's eve. Our yet-unnamed MC is filled with eager anxiety over the entire thing as she approaches. She wants to be cool, but is also filled with doubts on if people would like her.

Cecilia. I think that she's the main character. And I must say, I really like this art style.

And Basyl, the friend. Please note how she's a POC. She'll probably leave as soon as the going gets tough, or a boy comes along.

The two of them walk to the school, where they find other kids being dropped off by their parents, talking with their friends, and generally doing stuff kids do before school starts. However, everybody seems to have already formed cliques, and Basyl asks in a very sssssnake-like way how it is that they're even supposed to fit in? Cecilia reassures her that they'll find a way.

They go inside, where they see a couple holding hands. Cecilia notes about how the guy smells like bacon, and thinks that he's wearing it like cologne. FRESHMEN. WHAT THE HELL HAVE WE SAID ABOUT BATHING. JFC WHY. Cecilia stalks after him, clearly intending to uh... eat him I guess? But Bee stops her, and says that we don't eat acne-covered freshmen. Cecilia screams about why she's obsessed with this gross kid, and asks that Bee bites her. She does, which makes her cry out in pain; this causes everybody nearby to turn and stare at them, before quickly running off, as if they'll catch whatever brand of crazy that they have.

Cecilia complains that Bee bit her, but Bee's like “bitch, you fucking told me to!” Bee then goes on to say that Cecilia was in a trance, muttering something about “that sweet, sweet neck!” Cecilia is just disappointed that she almost failed on the first day. Cecilia says that she needs to just introduce herself to others to make friends. Just then, three girls walk by, and Cecilia tries to introduce herself and Bee, but they ignore the new girls, and keep walking.

As the two navigate the halls, they find that people are insanely rude and pushy about everything. Bee asks where their lockers are, and complains that she's getting claustrophobic; she continues to talk like a snake, in case you're wondering. They find them, and Cecilia is disappointed that their lockers are in the middle of the hall. She asks if the other kids are always like this, and Bee agrees that personal space doesn't appear to be overly important to them.

Cecilia watches the kid at the locker next to hers balance so many books inside, she has no idea how he does it. She looks, and sees that his stuff is covered with “occult” type stuff, of sculls and ravens and the like. She asks Bee if there's some sports team called Crosseyed Lazer Sculls, but then Bee starts talking about some weird “sports team names” her dad once took her to...

They go to history class for first period, where Cecilia continues to act like a freaking weirdo when she sees all of her classmates. Bee has to remind her to stop being weird and just go sit down. They do, and watch the students behaving like students when the teacher has yet to show up. Bee watches a girl put on this mango-flavored lip-gloss, and then gets up and uses some weird hypnotism to convince them to let her borrow the lip-gloss. But Cecilia stops Bee from using her powers to convince the girls to let Bee bite them, which makes Bee kind of pissed off. However, the entire class noticed this exchange, and gives the two of them a weird look.

Enter le love interest, Brandon. (Of this I'm certain...)

The guy in front of them turns around to say hello, and asks if they're new. Cecilia agrees, and asks how he knows, to which Bee replies “because he's not a fuckwit and he's never seen us before?” to which Brandon agrees to. He goes on to say that he moves around a lot, so he's used to being the new kid. They introduce themselves, before the teacher comes in. As class gets started, Cecilia doesn't understand why everybody in class was so bored.

Outside once class is done, Brandon gives them a verbal tour of where everything is.

And then this guy, Jonah, comes over to them. He eagerly checks both of the girls out, and Brandon had to tell him to tone it down a bit. Brandon leaves for his next class, but Jonah does not. He introduces himself while giving a smooth pick-up line about the cute new girls. Bee walks behind where Jonah and Cecilia are, and then Cecilia kind of knocks Jonah out of the way before Bee can attack him. Which might have saved him, but as Bee is quick to say that it'll be hard to get rid of him now. But Cecilia isn't worry about that. Cecilia asks him about his day, and he asks about hers in return.

School ends without event.  As the two girls get swept out by the crowds leaving school, they find that it's a lot easier not to bite any of them. Cecilia is glad that the day is over, because she's never been around so many people before... she couldn't get a moment alone, not even in the bathroom. She comments about having survived the first day to Bee, who seems quiet and doesn't comment on this. As they go, they see Brandon, who waves at them. Bee suggests that they should explore the town a little since they haven't seen much of it. Cecilia agrees, and decides that it'll be a good time to ask Bee what's bothering her.

They walk along for a while, which is described as being “pretty empty”, which I find hard to believe after school just let out... Bee then notes that the beach much be near there, which gets both of them excited. They go down to the beach, where Cecilia loses track of time until Bee practically beats her to remind her of how late that it's getting, and that they should go home. Cecilia agrees, but then she jumps into the water, where she randomly starts playing with a dolphin. Bee is upset that Cecilia is obviously ignoring her, and chides her before Cecilia agrees that they should go home.

At their house, they're chided by Pete for being late.

Lyle comes downstairs to ask if they're okay. Bee explains that they wanted to look around the town some. Lyle is relieved, because he was worried that something had happened to them. They go upstairs, and Lyle asks to hear about their first day, and Pete echoes the sentiment of wanting to know. Bee doesn't say much, but Cecilia says that the kids were kind of “like us”, which Lyle is happy to hear about.

The two boys watch the trick-or-treaters below as the girls finish their homework. Pete nitpicks some of the costumes, and the others have to remind him that they're all children. Cecilia asks if it makes him homesick, and reminds him that it's okay to miss home. Pete says that they're going to be there until Christmas eve, so they should focus on that instead. Cecilia says to remember why they came here, and to have a good time until it's time to go home, which just pisses Pete off with how cheerful that she is.

Lyle wants to go outside, and the others debate on if it's a good idea. Cecilia thinks about how it's been 20 years “since the last time”, which was before Cecilia and Bee were born, and when Pete and Lyle were too little to “participate”. Apparently, the veil shifted, which allowed them to come to the town. Cecilia argues that this is their “human walk”, and that they need to be out there. This prompts them to think about how they were all raised learning about how there would be a time when they could pass as humans and go to the other side of the veil without hiding. Because when the veil shifts, then the monsters look like humans. However, they had no idea what they'd end up looking like on the other side.

Pete argues that they don't have costumes, and Cecilia insists that they can buy some. Lyle comments about how ironic that it is, and Cecilia points out that it's a very human thing to do. So they buy discounted Halloween stuff at a store that the girls had passed earlier. Then, they go out among the trick-or-treaters. Lyle wants to get candy, but Pete reminds him that candy is for children. Bee points out that people their own age are getting candy, some of them not even in costume. And they need to learn how to both act and eat like humans. Lyle gets distracted by the thought of eating the humans, which makes Pete think that they should get candy.

So Lyle and the girls go up to a house, where the lady has a creepy red riding hood vibe. I'm pretty sure Lyle is the wolf from that story, which is... weird. The girls have to hold Lyle back from attacking the poor old lady. She gives the three of them some candy, which Lyle almost instantly eats. Except that it's apparently gross to him.  Cecilia is kind of surprised, as she had been warned away from the school lunches, and she's also only a mostly liquid diet, so she hasn't had a chance to taste human food yet. She picks up a chocolate, and reads about how it's marshmallow covered in chocolate. She eats it, and is surprised that she likes it so much. She decides that she's going to fit in okay here.

[thepennydarling]

Happy Monday, Penny Darlings!

Preston and I hosted our first Halloween party! I expected a rager, but it was actually pretty low-key. I went as Little Red with Charlie as my Big Bad Wolf. And Preston went as a sheriff and our former roommate, Jeremy, went as Yogi! It looked like they were in a couples’ costume!

What a couple of cuties, amirite?!

Today is also the fourth anniversary of the first day I met Preston/our first date. It’s the date we’ve been using as our anniversary for the last three years! We got married 3 years and 11 months after meeting!

Let me just squeeze in some of the boring stuff! Ha! Check me out on Instagram here! I also started a Twitter account! Find that here!

I also have a selling Instagram page where I sell some of my old clothes/styles so that I don’t drown in my own wardrobe. I just listed a few new things – so check that out!

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ANYWAY:

Halloween is T-Minus 2 days and if you’re anything like me, you might have waited until the last minute to:

a.) decide on a costume b.) shop for a costume c.) make a costume

Like, for example, I did this year. I had SO many ideas because I wanted Charlie to have a costume too (because I’m a lunatic) but I couldn’t find a costume I liked!

But then I realized that our Halloween Party was only a few days away, and I needed a costume but had no time to order something and no time to just hop around to twenty stores to find something in my size.

So I hopped over to Francis Scott Key Mall to share a few ideas of how to grab wear-again pieces for Halloween Costumes! I stopped into Torrid, Claire’s, and Charlotte Russe to put together these looks!

  Little Red Riding Hood

Red Dress: Torrid Rose Crown: Claire’s

And obviously, I have Charlie as my Big Bad Wolf (although, he’s not scaring anyone!).

But we’re ready to head into the woods!

Cutesy Witch

Torrid LBD (with some amazing embroidery and on clearance!) Little Witch Headband – Claire’s

I paired this with some of my favorite black heels! But this dress has DEFINITE re-wear potential and that’s what I like!

  Army Girl

I saw this sweater and KNEW I had to get it! It’s SO soft and SO comfortable. And I knew I wanted to use this khaki skirt in my closet for something and this was the most obvious choice.

Camo Sweater: Torrid Camo Headband: Claire’s

  Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

I saw these adorable purple leggings (which I’ve been thinking I should have anyway!) and it reminded me of one of my fave Netflix characters: Kimmy Schmidt!

Purple Leggings: Torrid Yellow Sweater: Torrid

AND…

This was just a sample of what I found in my size! I saw SO many other pieces that looked like they would have made awesome costumes!

I stopped in a bunch of places and saw all kinds of different costumes and ideas!

So stop by Francis Scott Key Mall to see what kind of last minute Halloween Costume that you can find!

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How Very,

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Last Minute Halloween Costumes from @FSKMall ! It's pretty spooooooky! Happy Monday, Penny Darlings! Preston and I hosted our first Halloween party! I expected a rager, but it was actually pretty low-key.

[thebuffalohuman-blog]

Mount Hood: Cultural Sensitivity, The Ancestors & Knowing One’s Place

I recently made several journeys to Mount Hood. I went for two main reasons; the escape the bustling, loud and mundane life of the city and to enter sacred space, to heal and build myself after my trials in the city. I was never disappointed.

My first time, I took the trip via public transportation and because of a schedule misjudgment, it took almost 6 hours. Regardless, I still arrived with plenty of sunshine and time to have wonderful experiences.

On the trip up there, I had an interesting conversation with this man who was a foreman at a steel casting factory and told me all these cool stories about casting metal. It was interesting to me, this man’s passion for his work, even though he lived basically a “worker-bee” type of existence (has a house, kids, one grandkid, makes his life from residual checks from an event that disabled him, though he admits he has full capability to work now...)

To each their own. It’s not my place to judge.

Finally, I take the timberline express up there and I’m impressed by a few things.

1) The houses on the roadside are fucking incredible cabin-like retreats, hidden behind pine and spruce groves and windy dirt roads. Hidden sheds with animal skulls hanging off them. Really fascinating stuff. I hope that I get to own a house someday. With my current student loan situation, it looks as if that may never be a possibility. I guess we can hope, right?

2) The homogeneity of the people riding the bus. Literally everyone is white, has $500+ mountain bikes, wears expensive “mountain bike” clothes with expensive helmets and fancy gear and how many times I could hear them mentioning the hiker who got lost up there the week before. It’s almost as if I were tuned into the local news channel via their voices.

Alright, so I get off the timberline express at the ski lodge and start walking up and down the road, figuring out where I wanted to go. I ended up walking behind the hotel and calling my friend who knows the area. His suggestion didn’t help, but I did discover a hidden little grove of a few spruce and pines with a tiny circle of a plant that resembled the May Apples from back home. (BTW May apples are one of the coolest fucking plants ever. Every single part of the plant is deadly toxic except for the ripened, yellow fruit! The seeds are poisonous as well. Be careful! May apple colonies mostly grow in concentric circles. Every year or two, another layer is added to the outside of the circle. They are also known as American Mandrakes, though they are not botanically related to the famous European Mandrakes of Mythical Magic. It’s honestly too bad they don’t grow in the West. I’m not sure what this plant was.)

So, I find myself a nice fucking stream, way off the path and just camp myself there. I think I sit by that stream for 5 hours, absorbing the moss and the water and the bugs and processing the grief and trauma leftover from my forced relation to Portland and my recent breakup that I hadn’t had time to process.

For those of you who don’t know, in July of 2018, within two week span, I was assaulted in my own home with a baseball bat twice by my mother’s not-quite boyfriend, Gay* (I left the second time after diplomacy didn’t work, the police refused to help me and I didn’t want to get out my rifle), my van’s front wheel fell off while I was driving it, consequentially totaling it, my buddy who had plans to move with me to Portland in less than a month backed out of the trip without any warning,  my girlfriend whom I loved very much left me and someone tried to rape me. All of a sudden, I had nothing and my entire life was in shambles. I took what money I had left, bought a ticket to Portland and started over with $700 in my pocket. (In this time, I am very grateful for my brilliant friend, Red who held so much space for me and held me when I felt so lost and alone. Seriously, I don’t know what that traumatic time would have looked like without you and the support of a few other people who kept me going and safe during that time.)

So, after I’m done processing what I can of that, I’m waiting for the Timberline Express down the mountain and the Ranger tells me that it would probably be quicker and easier to hitchhike down the mountain and that riders where often quite willing to give a traveler a lift.

So, I stand out there with my didgeridoo and eventually this older woman pulls over in a beat up old stick-shift Nissan Pickup with a SUPER chill dog in a cage in the back, asks me where I’m going and tells me to throw my stuff in the back. I tell her I’m going to the Sandy Bus stop. She tells me that she can’t bring me that far, but she’ll bring me somewhere it’ll be a better wait. I tell her that I have no idea where I’m going and that it’s all on her where she drops me off.

Okay, so I get in and here’s where things start getting deep. To break the initial silence, I start asking her questions about herself. The dialogue went like this:

Me: What’s your name?

Her: *silence*

Me: I’m James.

----I don’t tell her that I prefer to be called Buffalo. Doesn’t seem right... Obviously  her name didn’t matter to her)----

Me: Where are you from?

Her: *in an irritated manner* Oh man! Isn’t that obvious?

Me: *taken aback* You’re right. I thought it was right to ask...

----Obviously she’s Native, given her physical features and the direction from which she came (Government Camp, the Reservation))---

*silence*

Me: Well, how are you doing? Did you have anything cool happen to you today?

Her: *gruffly* Why do you care?

Me: I reckon it’s right to care about people.

*silence*

---We make eye contact. There’s a connection established somewhere, oddly enough.---

Her: No. My day was pretty uneventful.

*silence*

Me: That’s a nice raccoon skin you’ve got there. *points to raccoon skin on dashboard*

Her: Oh, that’s nothing impressive. *turns her head and makes a face like she’s smiling, but hiding it*

Me: I reckon if I ever took a creature’s life, I’d have to use every single part of the animal. I feel like I owe it to Earth Mother not waste and to be grateful for everything.

Her: I guess that’s right. *pauses* People who love the Earth the way she truly wants to be loved are always going to be stepped on, though. If you submit to the way she wants you to be be, you’re always gonna end up taking the brunt of things.

---Now, honestly, I get this on a DEEP level. Sometimes, surrendering to the highest path is a scary thing and you get thrown into situations where you aren’t sure of your abilities to manage, people throw their emotional garbage on you at increasing levels and you’re expected to be able to respond in a way that teaches them compassionately, rather than return the violence. At the same time, I feel like I can’t accept this, because only by learning to be more intelligent in your dealings with people are you often able to both escape the negativity of dealing with less “realized” people AND to bring the kind of understanding and light you want to see in the world. It’s a matter of understanding the threat of uncertainty and embracing it. So, I, a culturally educated but “colorblind” white boy, open my mouth and say...

"It’s all about learning to fight SMARTER. You can’t just lie down and take their bullshit. We all gotta stand up and do our parts to stop this thing!”

---Honestly, I’m glad that she didn’t throw me out of the vehicle right there on the winding mountain highway and drive away with all my stuff. She pulled over quickly after that, told me that this was where she was dropping me off (by a convenience store, a dispensary and a coffee shop). I asked her if the bus came this way, she said it did, wished me well on my journey, let me get my stuff from the back and drove off---

So, after a nice, flirty, but intimate and deep conversation with the guy behind the counter at the dispensary, I roll myself a joint in this wooded area behind the convenience store that looks like someone’s far yard. I see ANOTHER cool ass, moss covered, old shed with an elk skull hanging from the outside and reflect on my journey... communing with this ageless spirit I encountered on the mountain that seems to personify all life on the mountain.

I learned so much from this experience about “knowing one’s place” in the world. We are all human beings and are on this journey of life together and there is NO excuse for racism or boundaries between people. We must all understand ourselves and come together to grow and ascend as a species, otherwise we are doomed... but it is CRITICAL that you understand your place in it all.

I am white. Not once did I ever kill a Native person, force them off their land, destroy their culture or attempt to destroy their spirituality. This does not mean that I get to ignore that my Ancestors had roles in these terrible genocides in history and that I have benefited in some way from this... through schooling or health care or whatever comes with the laws of the country I was “born” in. It is my responsibility to recognize where I am in the world.

I am male. Not once did I ever rape a woman or hit a woman... In fact, I have involved myself in situations where I aided a person in escaping these kind of situations. This does not mean that I get to ignore the fact that I may threaten a woman because I resemble her abuser or trigger her in some way, or that her female ancestors (and mine) have lost their birth names, or been repressed by marriage customs, voting rights, cultures and misogyny.

It is my responsibility to accept everyone where they are and to accept myself where I am and to not try to make the situation any better, just to learn from it and hold everyone in the highest respect and love as possible.

So, that’s Mount Hood. She’s ancient. She knows you and I and is willing to show us what we need to know. I am grateful for the experience.

[robertkstone]

Woodward Dream Cruise: Cruising With GM’s Tom & Adrienne Peters

Tom Peters has spent 35 years in GM’s design organization, amassing a portfolio of design icons that includes the first Saturn vehicles, the Corvette Indy, the Pontiac Banshee, the Cadillac Sixteen concepts, the Cadillac XLR, and the C6 Corvette. Today Tom serves as director of design for rear-wheel-drive and performance vehicles. Adrienne, his daughter, inherited all the car-lust chromosomes and now serves as marketing manager for GM performance, essentially helping peddle the fantastic stuff her dad designs. We had the distinct pleasure of cruising with both of them at the 2017 Woodward Dream Cruise, and we shot photos of the cars that moWost interested the pair. Herewith: the Peters’ picks of the Woodward litter.

Tom’s 1965 Chevrolet Impala SS396

“Big-block, stick, air!” That’s the rare combo that drew Tom to this particular ’65 Impala, but the impetus to seek one out was the fact that a neighbor had one back in the day, and it made a big impression on Tom. He’d grown up liking GM cars, though his dad was not in the business and did not have any car-guy genes to pass along to Tom. “Everything was amped up in those days of absolutely herculean cars—Cobra Jets, 427s, 396s,” he said. Tom and his friends all got the car magazines and compared notes. He built loads of model cars and began drawing cars almost obsessively. He got good enough at depicting the iconic customized cars of the day, such as Ed “Big Daddy” Roth’s Rat Fink, that he’d sell small original sketches for a quarter or draw them in permanent marker on a T-shirt for $3.50. It was clearly time well spent.

Adrienne’s ’70/’72 Chevrolet Monte Carlo

OK, the VIN identifies this car as a 1972 model, but Adrienne prefers the simpler, finer lines of the ’70. When the best body she could get was a ’72 model, she simply replaced all the trim items that differentiate the styling with 1970 bits. At the start of the project in 2009, while she was still in college, she sat at the kitchen counter with her dad. “I talked,” she said. “He sketched.” They came up with a murdered-out matte black minimalist look with a cowl-induction hood, no badging (her dad debadged even his company lease cars), and tall-sidewall wide rubber all around. The frame was blasted, boxed, minitubbed (to accept 14-inch-wide rear wheels and tires), and signed by Adrienne in welding rod. The engine is an LS6 short-block dressed with a GM Performance top end, mounted to a THM400 automatic spinning a 3.73:1 Positraction axle.

1968 Chevrolet Chevelle 327

Adrienne first set out to find a ’68 Chevelle. She was particularly drawn to the way the narrow taillamps stretched around the side of the car. “I always wanted to build one, but you see a lot of them,” she said. “I wanted something uncommon and unexpected.”

1966 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray

When Tom was a kid during a stint living in the greater Twin Cities region in Minnesota, he recalls one of the kids at his school being dropped off every day in one of two C2 Corvettes. They looked similar except one of them had a TV screen in the dash. He presumes the dad in question might have been a Honeywell exec.

Dodge Vipers

As we pass a gathering of Vipers, we ask the man who’s worked on multiple Corvettes what he thinks of the Viper design. “I like the first one the best,” he said. “With the second one it seemed like they were looking at the Corvette too much. I wouldn’t want to own one, but I appreciate it.”

1969 Chevrolet Nova 502

Ate up with motor! If you zoom in on the engine identifier ahead of the front side marker lamp on this “No. 2” Nova, you’ll see it has been customized to match what it is that has forced the big bulge in that hood: one of the five 502 big-block offerings from the Chevrolet Performance catalog. Tom is friends with the driver’s dad—big-block owners unite!

1961 Chevrolet Corvair Lakewood

“Boy, you don’t see one of those every day.” Tom said as we rolled up on this nicely preserved station wagon example of Ed Cole’s rear-engine VW rival. As we pulled alongside the driver’s window, Tom shouted, “You’ve got the coolest car on the street!”

1999 Chevrolet Camaro

As a GM exec’s daughter, Adrienne was fortunate enough to hop on the company car bandwagon pretty early. Her first car, which she got at the age of 16 and still remembers quite fondly, was a 1999 Camaro. “That might have been a bit too much car for her—she got in a bit of trouble with that one,” Tom said. (Only speeding tickets! Nothing serious.)

1965 Ford Thunderbird

“I’ve always loved those,” Tom said as we rolled by this red beauty. “You mean even before Thelma and Louise?” we asked (and yes, they ruined a perfectly good ’66, not a ’65). “Yeah, I’ve always considered that car a symbol of California cool.”

1965 Chevrolet Impala 283

Tom and this guy exchanged the customary pleasantries, which is extremely easy at the low-n-slow pace of traffic during Woodward Dream Cruise week. The Avenue was lousy with ’65s, but we never saw a single ’63 Impala. We were looking for one because Tom is especially fond of the sculpture on that car, some of which was likely imprinted on him during his childhood when he fondly and frighteningly recalls riding along with older 17-year-old friends and tearing up the back roads at blistering speeds.

1950 Chevrolet DeLuxe

When we asked Adrienne if she had any particular fondness for cars born well before she was, she instantly identified “those fun shoebox cars” such as the 1950 Chevy. They must still be popular because we saw several shoebox-era Chevys on the Avenue, including this little cutie standing guard outside the Sprint store.

C2 Corvette Grand Sport Custom Clone?

This quasi Corvette Grand Sport knockoff had even Corvette expert Peters scratching his head. It featured the radical wheel flares, a rear diff-cooler, contoured clear lenses covering fixed headlamps, and an extreme big-block clearance hood of a Grand Sport, but also this six-lamp rear treatment. And it’s black, not blue and/or white. Alas, you’re likely to see anything on Woodward!

1971 Camaro Z28 RS

“When that generation of Camaro first came out, I didn’t like it,” Tom said. “But over the years, it’s grown on me. Now I really like its almost Ferrari-like lines.” We agree wholeheartedly, and a Z28 with the split bumper and Endura nose would be exactly the one we’d seek out.

1971 Ford Torino GT

As we passed this hidden-headlamp, pointy-nosed Torino, we all agreed that its design, which was inspired by the Jaguar Pirana concept (which led directly to the Lamborghini Espada four-seater), was one of the higher points of Ford styling in its time.

1951 Chevrolet De Luxe convertible

See, matte black isn’t just for murdered-out race cars and bucks-up supercars—it can also make “shoebox” cars with chrome and wide whites look totally cool!

1968 Dodge Super Bee

As we were turning off the Avenue at the end of the evening, Tom spotted a ’68 Dodge. “Man, look at that Super Bee,” he said. “There are some beautiful shapes on that car. It’s one of my favorite non-GM cars.” Like father, like daughter. Adrienne said almost the exact same thing, adding her appreciation for classic, expressive Mopar.

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