#i put a lot of hard work into making this clown house

[antiadvil]

i was just listening to the stereo where Dan talks about the way he's going to sign ywgttn and he says his plan is to sign it with a random squiggle that vaguely resembles his name so that it looks fancy and vaguely resembles the shape of his name, but it's not clear if it says Dan, Daniel, DH, etc, so I went to find my signed copy of the paperback and I have to say, that completely tracks

[jinxposting]

Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 6

Rough Housing

A lot has changed over the years.

Joker had kicked Harley out. She tried to defeat Batman. She would have succeeded too. Joker didn't like that.

You missed her.

You still saw her from time to time. You'd get drinks together now that you're old enough. Odd she enforced such a rule when she didn't bat an eye at breaking any other laws.

It was strange going home with her not there.

You were mad at Joker for a while after that.

But he's still your dad. You did eventually forgive him. Even though it didn't feel right.

You and Joker's legacy continued to grow. The Clown Prince and his little Princess. You certainly let it go to your head. It was kind of hard not to.

When everyone fears you it's hard not to take advantage of that. You could have virtually anything you wanted. Money? It's your's. Just please put down the gun. Information? Anything. Just don't call Joker. Hell, you even had connections at Arkham now. You never spent more then a single night in there.

Life was good.

There were rumors going around recently about a new vigilante. This one, however, was less than moral. He left a trail of death in his wake. He'd taken over the drug rings previously belonging to Black Mask. Not an easy task. This guy had to be strong to pull that off. Or crazy.

You smiled at the thought. It'd be nice to break in a new toy. But alas, your paths have yet to cross. You didn't even know his name.

"Jinx!"

"That's me!"

"I have a favor to ask."

"Oh?"

"I have a shipment coming in and I need you to make sure the numb skulls don't flub it. Think you can do that, my dear?"

"Easy peasy."

Or at least it should have been.

The good news is you know that new guy's name now! Red Hood. Bad news? He was attacking your men. You were transporting run of the mill weapons. You thought this guy was all about drugs? It made no sense.

"You work for Joker, right?"

You peaked over the side of a crate you'd been using for cover. He had an AK-47 pointed at one of your unnarmed henchmen.

"Y-Yes!"

"You're going to tell me where he's hiding."

"I don't know!"

"Five seconds."

"Do you know what he'll do to me if I talk?!"

"Do you know what I'll do to you if you don't?"

Oh this guy was a tough cookie. You liked it.

"Do you know what I'll do to you regardless?"

You stepped out, pistol raised at the assailant. He didn't budge. You couldn't read him with that helmet on, but if posture meant anything he seemed unphased.

"Jinx!"

"You."

"Me."

With a swift hit to the back of the head you knocked the henchman unconscious.

"Whoops! There goes your source."

The man pointed his gun at you. "You do realize you're also a source? A better one at that?"

"Oh, please. Have you met me? I may be a chatter box but there ain't nothin' I have to say. Threaten all ya want."

"Do you ever take anything seriously? I have a loaded gun pointed at you."

"As do I." You waved your fingers around the grip of your pistol. "And as if this is the first gun I've had waved in my face. You're not exactly special, pal."

Red Hood sighed. "You're not gonna talk, are you?"

"Talk? Sure! Tell you what you wanna hear? No."

"You haven't changed a bit."

You cocked an eyebrow. Changed? Have you met this guy before? Obviously he was someone Joker knew if he wanted to see him so bad. You'd have to dig into this later.

The masked man jabbed the butt of his gun at you. You ducked, raising your own up to his chin. Which he then kicked out of your grasp. He grabbed you by one of your long braids, yanking you back up to your feet.

"You should seriously cut this."

You flung the second braid over his shoulder before pulling it taught. He gasped at the sudden lack of oxygen.

"But it's so useful!"

Red Hood threw his head back, slamming into your face with a headbutt. That mask of his packed a punch. You struggled to stay upright, the world around you blurring in a dizzy smear of color.

He grabbed you by the face, staring at you. Before he could speak you bit into his hand.

"Son of a- are you fucking serious?!"

"Deadly."

"This is getting nowhere."

The man decked you in the face. You fell to the ground with a loud thud. He clambered on top of you, fist raised and ready for another punch. Your nose was bleeding, you could feel it running down your chin. You stared up at him in shock. But he didn't move. Just stared down at you. Again, unreadable with the helmet on.

In an instant smoke enveloped you. This guy had tricks too it seems. By the time it cleared you were left alone on the ground, the henchmen around you either dead or unconscious. You breathed out slowly.

"Joker's not gonna like this."

You scanned the nearby buildings in hopes of catching sight of the vigilante. Only to be met with disappointment.

Red Hood.

You finally found a new playmate.

[808airsoftbros]

Irresistable Temptations (Miyeon/Sana) (S) (BXG)

Y/N’s POV

What was supposed to be a peaceful sleep after a long night of working at my job was interrupted when my phone kept ringing from a wave of notifications.

I need to put that damn thing on sleep mode or else Imma fucking lose it...

Rubbing my eyes, I grabbed my phone and switched it on to see the notifications board to see over five missed calls from Miyeon and Sana.

“What do they want now?” I asked myself.

Using Face ID to unlock my phone, I go into the messaging apps and text in the group chat to ask why on Earth did they call me so early?

“Y/N, you want to go the beach with us?”

“Come on, I’ll be fun~😉“

“Ugh fine what time?”

“Sana and I are driving to your house rn will be there in about five”

Good fucking grief couldn’t they have informed me earlier? Now I have five fucking minutes to get myself dressed and packed.

Sprinting up from my bed, I used mouthwash instead of brushing my teeth as all that mattered was having fresh breath in the morning, and changing into my swimming trunks.

I put on a comfortable and nice T-shirt, I packed up some sunscreen, water, snacks, and of course a change of clothes.

Hearing my phone ringing, I looked at the screen, and Miyeon texted that she just pulled up at the front of my house.

Grabbing my bag, I checked last minute to ensure I didn’t forget anything, and I ran outside through the front door.

On the driveway in front of my porch was Miyeon’s car, she tells me to hurry up and get inside, and I hop inside the back seat.

“Good morning, Y/N~!” Sana greeted and I sighed.

“You two couldn’t have told me earlier that will be going to the beach today?” I asked and she pouted.

“Sorry, Y/N, we were supposed to tell you yesterday but we forgot and to be fair, you kind of overslept,” Miyeon replied.

Starting up the engine, she takes off the parking brake, we were on our way to the beach.

Looking at the time, it was nearly six in the morning, and the sun hasn’t exactly risen just yet.

The drive was about fifteen minutes long, when we arrived at the beach parking lot it was as empty as a ghost town as everyone is still asleep at this hour.

Parking at the closest stall possible, we get out of the car, grab our stuff from the trunk, and walked to a spot on the sand.

We placed the beach towel, set up the umbrella, and chairs, and put our bags on the towel.

I take off my shirt revealing my toned abs, and I can’t help but be proud of myself as I’ve been deadlifting for a couple of years.

However, I was slightly flustered and turned on as the girls removed their tank tops and shorts revealing their swimsuits, and it's clear they take pride in their bodies as their idols.

Shrugging it off, I put on some sunscreen on my body starting with my arms and legs as the girls do the same.

But I can’t lie that I did catch some glances of their bodies as their bikini tops don’t exactly cover up their breasts that much.

“Need some help, Y/N?” Sana offered and I nodded.

Squirting some sunscreen gel onto her hands, she spreads it all over my back and gives me a little massage and it felt nice and relaxing.

Suddenly, I felt something grabbing my crotch and I opened my eyes to see Sana’s hand and I turned around to see her smirking at me.

“No. No. No. Bad Sana.” I said as I take her hand away from my pride and she pouted.

“Come on, Sanake you’re going to make the baby nervous~,” Miyeon said as she cracked open a can of juice.

After that, we all watched the sun rising from the horizon slowly turning night into dawn but there were some unexpected complications.

“Hey there, sweethearts, what you two doing here this early~?” I see a couple of shitbags saying.

“Sorry, not interesting,” Miyeon brushed them off.

“Come on, we can have some fun~,” One of the clowns persisted.

Getting up from the towel, I hastily approached them and didn’t hesitate to punch that idiot’s nose so hard that he fell over.

“Who the hell do you think you clowns are? We were just enjoying the sunrise until you two dickheads ruined it.” I angrily said.

“Asshole, how dare you?!” The other clown asked as he tried to punch me but I parry and grabbed his arm.

“Last chance to walk away, bud...” I threatened.

“Or else what?” He sarcastically asked and I twisted his arm.

“AAAAAAHHHHH!!! YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!!!” He cried in pain.

“Maybe you should’ve thought twice before sexually harassing these two girls, huh, dumbass?” I sarcastically asked.

With the two dickfaces having enough pain being inflicted on them, he picks his friend up, runs away, and I sighed in relief.

“T-Thank you, Y/N, those two were probably saesang fans,” Sana nervously said.

“No worries, I’d never let those creeps lay their dirty hands on any of you,” I replied and she blushed.

Enjoying the rest of the sunset, despite it being ruined by those two saesangs, we chilled as there was nobody here but us.

However, the girls asked if I could take some pictures for them and of course, I obliged but looking through the camera I can’t help but get even more flustered and I started to get turned on a little.

I took a few pictures of them together and behind as the bottom bikini piece reveals their ass cheeks causing my thing down there to act up.

“Fucking hell, come on, this is not a good time...” I said to my horny ass.

“Are you okay over there, Y/N? You look nervous and your face is so red. Did you put sunscreen on your face?” Sana asked and I gulped.

“Uhm...” I replied as I touched my face but didn’t feel any sunburns.

The two girls looked at each other and they smirked as they knew what was going on.

“Looks like our baby, needs some help down there~,” Miyeon pointed at my bulge and I blushed.

“Ah, crap...” I said to myself.

Miyeon and Sana then pushed me onto the towel before pinning me down and I didn’t do anything to resist as my brain was having an aneurysm.

Miyeon latches her lips onto mine while Sana was rubbing my trunks making my dick go even longer and harder.

“S-Shouldn’t we do this somewhere more private?” I worriedly asked.

“Don’t worry, honey, nobody else is here and it’s only a quickie so will be done way before anyone gets here~,” Miyeon assured before taking off her bikini top revealing her medium-sized mounds.

Without any hesitation, I sucked her right tit as I massaged her left book causing her loudly moan.

“Mmmm~. You love my tits don’t you baby boy~?” She asked before continuing to moan.

After Sana rubbed my trunks and my dick going hard as it could, she pulls down my trunks revealing my ten-inch rod making her mouth drool.

Instantly, she takes my length into her mouth and I felt her warmth as her tongue and lips were around my dick it felt amazing being blown by one of the hottest Kpop Idols in the industry.

Miyeon gets off of me, straddles on top of me, moves her bikini piece aside revealing her cleanly shaved womanhood, and slowly inserts it inside making her moan like crazy.

Feeling her walls tightly grip my cock was one of the best feelings ever to fuck an Idol as it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“Ughhhh~. Why do you have to be so big, baby~?” She moaned as she rides me.

“Does he feel good, Miyeon?” Sana whispered and she viciously nodded.

“Ah, I’m so close, I’m going to cum~,” She warned before squirting all over my dick and she gets off of me.

“My turn now~,” Sana said as she straddles on top of me and takes off her whole swimsuit revealing her nude body resembling a Goddess.

Slamming her pussy onto my cock without any warning at all, I bit my lip as a wave of ecstasy crashed into my mind.

Sana rides rougher than Miyeon did as she bounced up and down while leaning forward for me to play and suck her mounds.

It didn’t take long until she finally came but I still haven’t cum yet but the two Goddesses were going to take care of that.

Sana gets off of me before going down to dick and they opened their mouths while jerking me off waiting for me to cum.

After a few more pumps, I shot a wave of strings of my cum into their mouths and all over their face making me lose my breath.

“Mmmm~. You taste so good, baby, thank you for the meal~,” Sana said as she licked the cum from her lips.

“We can do this whenever you like baby, and consider us as your girlfriends since we’ve been waiting for this chance for a long time~,” Miyeon whispered into my ear sending chills down my spine.

“But if we catch you flirting with another girl, we will make you regret it~. Understand, baby~?” Sana asked and I gulped.

“Y-Yes, Noona...” I nervously answered and she smiled.

“Hehe, now come on, baby, let’s get dressed up before everyone arrives and sees us naked, we don’t want that leaking on Dispatch do we?” Miyeon mentioned and we nodded.

Putting on their swimsuits, I slide my trunks back on just in time before the rest of the people come to join us at the beach.

When a few hours pass by, we decided to pack things up as we all began to starve and want to eat somewhere.

But just as I was going to enter the men’s bathroom, the two girls pulled me into the family bathroom and we changed together.

After we finished getting on our normal clothes, the girls put on black surgical masks to hide their identities, and we put our things inside the trunk before going into her car.

“Now, where shall we eat~?” Miyeon asked.

“How about pizza?” Sana proposed.

“Sure, pizza sounds good right about now,” I agreed and she nodded.

“Alright, pizza it shall be!” Miyeon confirmed as she opened the dominos app to order the pizza.

Author: Hello everyone, hoped you enjoyed that oneshot smut of Miyeon and Sana as this was another idea of mine. Also please do consider joining my discord server as I’m looking for new members and friends 🙂

Discord link: https://discord.io/808AirsoftBros

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober 25

Prompt: Haunted House

Pairing: Jake Jensen (The Losers 2010) x f!reader

Warnings/tags: violence (brief!), blood/bleeding, I don't wanna give away too much plot haha, Jake being Jake, meet cute (if u really wanna call it that), clowns/zombies etc. mentioned in the haunted house

Summary: Jake begrudgingly takes his niece, Aimee, to the Haunted House at the fairground. Putting on a brave face is a lot harder than it looks when you don't like clowns.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I was originally going for a Bucky/Dean fic but when I thought up this scenario I couldn't resist making it Jake. I also couldn't find the name of his niece so we roll with little Aimee - Love, Grem x Dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

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Putting on a brave face for a kid is always hard. Especially when that kid is your niece who fears nothing.

"I want to go in the Haunted House uncle Jake." Aimee huffed tugging at her uncle Jake Jensen's hand. Jake moved sluggishly against her tugging, eyeing the creepy house.

He didn't want to admit that he was scared. He wasn't scared of much but the actors in the oddly realistic make up jumping out at him made his heart rate spike and the colour drain from his face.

But he'd do anything for his niece.

One of the actors, a zombie, growled into his face; to which Aimee giggled and Jake mumbled a very brief excuse me as he inched past awkwardly. Once he was out of the actors way, he shivered. He glanced around at the other actors; there were some ghouls, more zombies and a werewolf. He sighed with relief as he and Aimee stepped into the house.

If there was one thing he hated more than zombies or ghouls it was clowns. And it looked like he had a lucky break.

Working the haunted house had its ups and downs.

The ups were scaring kids and adults (especially those who were trying especially hard to be brave) and the downs were assholes who either hit on you or hit you. It was one thing when it was a kid hitting you out of fear - another when it was a fully grown adult.

You'd managed to avoid two smacks to the face already and thought you must be on a winning streak.

You thought wrong.

You hear the cautious footsteps of the next group enter, and the screeches of terror as your co-workers jump out at the people. You, however, lie in wait until one member of the group was close enough to grab.

Your hand darts out from behind the curtain, pushing it away to reveal your terrifyingly ghoulish clown make up that would make Pennywise jealous.

"Heya, sweet cheeks!" You yell out as the curtain whips around you violently. Your eyes dart up and you realise it's not a child or teen, but a grown man, who looked positively petrified. Before you can even react or move out of his way, he screeches, instinctively throwing a punch and realising halfway through the motion that he should not punch actors in the face. Even though he attempted to withdraw, his fist still connected with a Rudolph-red nose with a comical honk.

"Oof," You doubled over clutching your face. Tears immediately streaming smearing your make up. It took every ounce of self control not to curse - you were still vaguely aware of children being near through the pain. You blink away tears as you straighten, the man before you flapping awkwardly and apologising. You pull your hands away to try and calm him down but for some reason, it only makes him worse.

"Oh my God!" He gasps. "You're bleeding!"

"What? No it's just make up." You give a shaky customer-service smile and a thumbs up, your eyes catching an awfully dark stain on your white gloves.

"Uncle Jake you hurt the clown ghost!" A little girl huffed. She couldn't be older than eight, maybe nine, but she was glaring up at her uncle with her hands on her hips. Something told you this happened often.

"I'm alright sweetie," you reassure her, but her uncle still looks flustered and is still apologising.

"You know they're just actors, right?" The girl continues, ignoring you. You had to admit, she was braver than most adults. Her uncle included. "We're going to get you some ice Miss Clown Ghost," the girl says firmly.

You try and fail to bite back a smile. The girl sighs and shakes her head at her uncle, offering her hand out to you. You raise an eyebrow, but concede when she wiggles her fingertips at you, urging you to take it. Her uncle reaches into his pocket and hands you a glasses-wipe sheepishly for your nose, which you gladly accept as you head to the first aid tent.

"My name's Aimee." She announces and then scowling up at her uncle, looking like a disapproving mother, huffs, "and this is my Uncle Jake."

"Nice to meet you, Aimee." you smile down at her, then offer a smile to Jake, who still seems embarrassed. "And you too. I'm Y/N."

Jake smiles a little back, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "You too. I mean, nice to, you know, meet you too."

You too?

You snort at his repetition and then hiss in pain, making him flush redder than your nose. The evening air outside of the haunted house smelt like stale popcorn and cotton candy and there was more screams of joy than terror. Flashing multicoloured lights had you blinking rapidly to adjust - you'd been stuck inside a dimly lit house for about two hours, the assault of colour was making you wonder if you'd gotten a concussion. But when the bright, sterile lights of the first aid tent appear, you breathe a sigh of relief.

One of the attendants ushered the three of you to some chairs, inspecting your face and cleaning some of the blood away, giving Jake an unimpressed side glance. When you asked about ice, you were informed you were out of luck. The coolers had run out of ice already.

"Wait here," Jake says, jumping to his feet. He hurries off outside the tent, leaving you and Aimee together. You both shrug at each other.

"I'm sorry about him," Aimee says apologetically. "He's a bit of a loser. But I love him."

You crack a grin. You wouldn't go so far as to call Jake a loser but you supposed to an 8-year-old who witnessed him screeching that, loser was an apt description.

"It's alright." You shrug. "He's a dork but he seems sweet."

Aimee returns your grin but there's a hint of mischief glinting in her eyes. "He is. He needs a girlfriend, though. A cool one."

"Oh." You blink in surprise. "To... what? Cancel out the dorkiness?"

"Yup." Aimee nods, then smirks over at you swinging her legs from her chair. "You seem cool, Y/N."

"Uh huh," You raise an eyebrow at her, fighting back a giggle. You forgot how blunt kids could be. Aimee had the subtlety of a brick through a window and you couldn't help but admire her for it.

"Hey!" Jake re-appears in the tent, carrying three mixed slushes precariously. "Look what I found."

"Slush?" You and Aimee quiz at the same time.

Jake grins, handing you the first cup. The moment your hands wrap around the cold plastic you shiver, which is replaced by a static wave as Jake's finger brush yours. Your eyes flit up and meet his as he stands awkwardly with the two cups for himself and Aimee

"It's for your face." He says quietly. "It's better than not having anything."

You give him an appreciative smile and mumble your thanks, pressing the icy cup to your face, sighing dreamily at the numbing cold easing the pain in your nose. Jake hands off Aimee's cup to her to which she also thanks him for, before asking if she can go to the next tent over and try some of the fair games.

Jake looks between you and Aimee, clearly torn between watching his niece and ensuring you were okay and you could have sworn you felt your heart swell a little. However, as always, Aimee is the deciding factor.

"You hit her, you should stay with her." Aimee says coolly, indifferent to the flush of embarrassment that cross Jake's face. "I'll come back in ten minutes."

She runs out of the tent before Jake can argue with her and he sighs.

"She's one heck of a kid," You comment thickly from under your cup.

"Yeah." Jake takes a seat next to you, poking the bright blue slush aimlessly. You remove your cup from your nose and take a sip, the copious amounts of cold sugary liquid hydrating your throat.

"You know, they say nobody loves you when you're a clown," you comment looking out into the throngs of fair goers outside the tent over your slush.

"I thought it was everybody loves a clown?" Jake says, watching you over his own cup, taking a careful sip.

"I think I can safely say from my appearance," You circle your face with your index finger, which has tear-streaked lines in your make-up and dark crusted blood around your nose, as well as a big make-up free circle from where you'd been holding your slush. "That not everybody loves a clown."

Jake gives you sheepish smile. "Sorry."

"Stop apologising." You smile at him. "You've already bought me a slush. That's apology enough."

"I just... feel real bad." He groans, shooting you a pleading look. "Please let me do something else to make it up to you?"

You chuckle and ponder his suggestion for a moment. You rake your eyes over him, narrowing your eyes playfully as you study him. Even though he'd punched you in the face - he'd been very apologetic, gotten you to laugh and bought you a slush when there was no ice to be had. You had to also admit that he was pretty easy on the eyes too and Aimee seemed to think you were cool enough for her uncle to date.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" You ask suddenly, trying to sound as cool as you could.

"Um, nothing. I think. Why?"

"You can make it up to me by buying lunch." You say with a nonchalant shrug although you're smirking over your cup at him. Jake's cheeks go rosy and he bites back a boyish smile.

"I think I can do that."

Although he hated clowns, Jake had to admit that you were certainly the prettiest clown he'd ever met. Doubly so when you grinned at him, poking out a blue-stained tongue.

[year2000electronics]

Ford Gleeful when the Book of Will comes out: Chat.....do I still have a chance or is it cooked...?

Stan with minimum critical thinking: He literally wants all of us dead

(This is a very unsubtle way to say I'd like to hear more about Stanley and the Stan twins in your version of Reverse Falls)

HEHEHEE. GOOD BIT

so ive thought a lot about what stan is like in reverse falls, because he's always been kinda hard to swap. see, i dont think anyone wants to make him 1-1 swap with bud gleeful, clearly, even i dont really, and i like bud gleeful more than most people (hes so funny. why does he have that clown painting in his house.) but you also run the risk of having a "swapped" stan not really have anything swapped at all.

so i guess if i had to put my stan into perspective a little bit, my main philosophy around him is that canon stan is a man who we, the audience, are tricked into thinking is just your basic "jerk with a heart of gold" and "gruff old person who learns to be nice again because of kids" trope, when in actuality, stan's always been a deeply caring person who's sacrificing EVERYTHING for his family- he doesnt need to learn how to love the kids! he already knows!!

so for me, reverse stan would probably be outwardly very affectionate to the gleeful kids, and REALLY push home the 'grunkle stan and his lovely twins who he adopted after their parents were out of the picture' imagery, when in reality, he cant really connect with them very well and sees him taking care of them as a bit of a chore. and same thing with ford! the reason he's working to get ford back from the portal is so ford can finally "owe him one", and for stan to maybe be the one with all the power in their relationship. unfortunately though ford comes back and is ungrateful lol. stan did not like that

and so by the end of weirdmageddon, he learns to love the kids as HIS kids and he and ford cautiously agree to start over again as brothers, in addition to the whole "stop being evil" thing

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

15 - Don't Wanna Wind Up Missin' You

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and heavy emotions for both Ty and Gee

A/N: The puppies!!!!!

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The hum of the diesel engine was a welcome sound as Tyler, Georgia, and Boone drove toward his home in Arkansas. He was going to drop Boone off in Little Rock where, with the paycheck Tyler provided him for the season, the ex-rodeo-clown was going to buy himself a truck. That truck was going to get turned into something similar to Tyler’s for next season so over the off-season they had a lot of work to do. 

And Tyler had a conversation he had to have with Georgia. He waited until he knew Boone was fast asleep. Luckily, and unluckily, Boone was the heaviest sleeper Tyler had ever met. On the seat next to him, were the three puppies, Grits, Waffles, and Pancake, all curled together, soaking in the warmth from Boone's sleeping form. Tyler reached over the center console for Georgia’s hand.

“Hey.” He said softly, gaining her attention. She took his hand and squeezed, smiling wide. He brought her hand up to his lips, softly brushing over the back. His tone was low so as not to wake the puppies more so than Boone. “I'm gonna talk to your momma about the house.”

“Okay.” Georgia said flatly and Tyler raised a brow.

“Just okay?” He asked and Georgia’s stare turned hard.

“I just don't want to piss Emmaleigh off anymore than she already is...” She said and he intertwined his fingers in between hers and squeezed reassuringly. 

“You don't worry about that. I'll go to war, figuratively of course, to get what I need to provide for you and my...sorry...our kid.” He murmured and Georgia felt tears well for a second. 

“I just don't wanna lose her too...” She said and Tyler understood what she meant.

“If your sister doesn't want to be involved with you because you took the house off her hands that she didn't want in the first place so that she could get exactly what she wants...she's not gonna be supportive of anything else that you and I do. How do you think she's gonna react to you bein’ pregnant? Especially since it's my kid? You know she hates me anyway. So make it be all my fault. I'm okay with that.” Tyler explained and Georgia stayed quiet for a few moments while she digested his thoughts. He made a good point. Emmaleigh never liked Tyler, so she certainly wouldn't be happy to hear that he was having a kid with her sister, let alone anything to do with the house. And he was right about the house. Eleanor, their mother was constantly texting Georgia saying, ‘guess what your sister is complaining about today’ and rattling off issues about the house. She was definitely getting tired of it, and she wished her mother were still in state. 

“Y’know, Ty, every time you’re around, nothin’ can be normal. I mean...in a little over two weeks, we got back together, I’m probably pregnant, you just bought three puppies, Boone is basically living with us at the moment, we’re driving to fuckin’ Arkansas, after we just survived a giant fuckin’ tornado, and fixed your truck in less than a day and...jesus...” Georgia rattled off everything that had happened and Tyler just chuckled. He could tell she wasn't complaining because she had a huge grin on her face as she said everything and she laughed at the end of the list.

“No, no, no, not ‘normal’. The word you’re lookin’ for is ‘boring’. Boring is not a problem for me. Ever. And...” Tyler’s smirk was wide as Georgia interrupted him. 

“Oh and you asked me to marry you too. That was the most unexpected part of all of this. Like, the tornado wasn’t even that wild.” She said with a smile.

“I did that, yes...wait, did you think I was just gonna getcha pregnant and not put a ring on your finger? You should know by now I ain’t that kinda guy, Gee.” Tyler mused as he kissed her hand again, this time taking his eyes off the road fully and looking at her through lascivious sage orbs.

“No, I just wasn’t expecting you to ask so soon, I guess.” She shrank in her seat a little under his gaze, feeling like she needed to hide from the intensity of his stare, but not out of fear. It was out of arousal. She felt a fire stoked low in her belly and that was a first for her. Sure, she’d been horny before, but this felt different, Something she couldn’t quite describe. He grinned, seeing her squeeze her thighs together, and the road drew his gaze where it should be.

“So soon? C’mon, we’ve known each other for so long.” He said and Georgia straightened up, leaning closer to him over the center console. Her eyes flicked to the back seat, noticing one of the puppies shifting position to get more comfortable. Boone was still very much down for the count.

“Tyler we really haven’t.” She said, tilting her head, her gaze piercing, but he was largely unfazed. 

“Look, Gee, what we had before, it all just felt right and now we’re back together and it just feels like that again. At least to me, it does.” His voice became unsteady. His breath quickened, panic filling his chest. She thought for a moment and then responded.

“This doesn’t feel like that to me, Tyler.” She said and he glanced over, a solemn expression, before she spoke again. “This is so much better.”

Tyler smiled and his expression softened. He wanted to stop the truck and jump over the center console and make out with her, but they weren’t too far from Little Rock, where they’d be dropping Boone off so he had to reel in his feelings for a little while longer. 

🌪️ ⛈️ 🌪️

When they arrived in Little Rock, Tyler had to shake Boone and let the puppies crawl on him to get him to wake up. He awoke to puppy kisses and Tyler yelling, “Boone getchur ass outta my truck!” Boone yawned and stretched, then hopped out of the truck. Tyler helped the puppies down so that they could go to the bathroom before they headed back out on the road. They’d stopped at a gas station with a restaurant so Georgia headed to the bathroom as well. She hugged Boone before she did that and let him and Tyler say their goodbyes as well. Their plan was to have Boone meet them back in Stillwater at Georgia’s house. They had to be there in about a week to take care of her horses while her sister headed out to a horse show. 

When Georgia exited the bathroom, she took a quick stroll through the gas station shelves and noticed a couple of pregnancy tests. She thought about grabbing one, but she decided not to. She wanted to know of course, but she also didn’t want to know at the same time. She knew Tyler wanted this to happen more than anything, but Georgia was still feeling like she was in limbo. It felt like she was waiting for something to happen to give her a greater purpose. She felt empty since leaving the rodeo circuit and while the thrill of chasing a tornado down a back road was exciting, it just hadn't hit the spot like rodeo had. Then again, she had an empty feeling inside her chest since she left Tyler, so maybe it wasn’t even the rodeo. Maybe it was Tyler. It didn’t matter what that greater purpose was though, as long as she was with Tyler while trying to achieve it.

Once they were all settled back in the truck, Georgia felt sleepy. She didn’t understand why, as soon as she got in his truck, she could just fall asleep so easily. Maybe it was how comfortable the bucket leather seats were, or maybe it was the smell of his cologne that always lingered faintly in the cab, or maybe it was the low rumble of the Cummins diesel as he drove. Maybe it was the way he drove, so steady and calm, but only when he wasn’t chasing a tornado. Whatever the reason, Tyler noticed and he reached over to place a hand on her thighs and rub for a few moments before speaking. 

“Hey, there's one more stop I wanna make before we get to my parents' house, if that's okay?” His voice was low and quiet and Georgia nodded, then drifted off to a dreamless sleep once again. She awoke easily when she felt the truck roll to a stop. She opened her eyes and gazed out over a beautiful view of the setting sun. Tyler had stepped out and come around to her side and opened the door. “C'mon, wanna show you somethin’.”

Georgia took his hand and he helped her out of the truck. He kept a hold of her hand and led her a few minutes of a walk to a spot overlooking a river and a wide expanse of trees. He'd locked the truck with the still sleeping pups inside.

“Over to the west is where my parents live, to the east a ways is where Jake and I used to go muddin’ and do other stupid shit with our trucks as teenagers, and then right about through the middle here leads directly to the center of my hometown. We're standing on Dardanelle Rock right now and there's an old Native American story about a Cherokee by the name of Dardanelle, who waited for his lover, a Choctaw woman named Leonietta. They were gonna meet and run away together but when she didn't show after he waited for days, he figured she wasn't comin’ so instead of live another day without her, he jumped to his death. So the rock was named after him.” Tyler explained and Georgia’s brows furrowed as he took her hands in his.

‘That's sad.” She said and he nodded, as he gazed down into her pretty blue eyes. "It's always been a spot for lovers to meet though." She held his stare as he took her waist in one hand and one of her hands in his other. She placed her other hand on his bicep and he pulled her close. He paused for a moment, reaching for his phone. He pressed play and put it in his back pocket, turning the volume up just enough so they could hear the beginning guitar chords to “Wind Up Missin’ You” by Tucker Wetmore. Tyler took the lead and guided her into a steady rhythm as the words flowed through his phone speaker and over the soft rustle of the leaves that were just beginning to get some color other than green.

I know I might look like another ballcap on a barstool underneath a PBR light, saying everything under the moon to get you in my arms tonight. 

Georgia’s eyes locked on Tyler's, and she tilted her head with an easy smile as she allowed him to set the pace. This was one of her favorite things about Tyler. Sometimes, when he didn't feel like using his words, he would just pull her into his arms and dance, always taking the initiative. 

You probably heard it all a thousand times but it ain't what it looks like. Girl let me tell you what it looks like. 

Tyler never had a problem articulating what he was feeling, except in the case of Georgia. The words would get stuck in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to say exactly what he was feeling because it would turn into a five minute monologue. He could pour his heart out for her and it still never felt like he could express exactly how much he loved her.

And you look like waves on a sunset, and you can crash on me all night, and you look like wine on a truck bed, and a little what I'm doin’ for the rest of my life.

He could bare his soul and that still wouldn't express his feelings in those moments, when he felt so much love pass between them. He placed her hand across his heart, his much larger one covering hers, and touched his forehead to hers as he continued swaying back and forth, letting the song say everything for him. 

You look like I'm done lookin’, but girl the hard truth is, if this night don't turn into two, you look like I'm gonna wind up missin’ you.

In those moments, Georgia knew to listen, to let the words and the music soak in. To let it wash over her and try to absorb what Tyler was trying to show her.

I've gotta tell you baby, I've been the kinda boy your daddy never wanted you to go and fall in love with. The kind of boys you're probably done with their dumb shit, yeah.

Georgia felt tears sting her eyes at the thought of her father, and how Tyler would never get to meet him. Sure, maybe Tyler was a bit of a bad boy, but Georgia felt like that line might be wrong. Tyler was exactly the type of man her father would've wanted her to be with.

I bet you've heard the stories, can't say I'm proud of that, but I've turned the page on the old me and now I ain't lookin’ back cause

Tyler noticed a tear roll down her cheek and he reached up to wipe it away before stopping their little dance. He leaned down and kissed her as the chorus flowed to their ears again. 

You look like waves on a sunset and you can crash on me all night, and you look like wine on a truck bed, and little what I'm doin’ for the rest of my life. 

When they parted, the sage green of Tyler's eyes had softened to catch her brilliant blue in the fading sunlight. She placed her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat, and he sang along softly. Another thing she loved about him was when he sang to her, because he thought he was a bad singer when he actually wasn't.

You look like I'm done lookin’ but girl the hard truth is, is this night don't turn into two, you look like I'm gonna wind up missin’ you.

She felt the words rumble in his chest as he spoke, one of the most comforting feelings in the world that she'd never get enough of. 

“I know nothin’ is guaranteed, and I know that what we've been through so far has been fuckin’ insane, but if you can make me one promise, Gee, no matter how hard things get...don't ever leave me again...’cause I don't ever wanna miss you again. I don't ever wanna be on this earth without you again. I can handle a lot, but that's the one damn thing I just can't handle. I can't ever miss you again.” Tyler explained and Georgia heard unsteadiness in his voice. She heard the cracking of his composure. She heard the brave and unshakeable Tyler Owens, rattled to his core with the thought of her ever leaving again and that was when it really hit Georgia what she had done. Of course he had forgiven her because that's the kind of man he was, but in that moment Georgia vowed she would do whatever she could to love Tyler and never leave him, ever again. She'd built a fear in him and it was her job, no one else's, to rebuild trust. Like a naughty colt who'd had a difficult go of things, Georgia still had to convince him that everything would be okay. 

“I don't ever wanna miss you again either, Ty. I feel too empty without you...too incomplete.” She whimpered, moving to touch her lips to his. “I swear to God, Tyler Owens, I can't ever be without you again either.”

[tokischaaaaa]

let me in 🌊

!xxxtentacion x !latina reader

warning! : fluff, cursing, weed, drowning, vomit

word count!: 2k

y/n —-> orange

jahseh —-> blue

jahseh was getting ready to go to bed, but then he got a buzz on his phone, it was y/n.

yo you awake?

yes but i’m abt to go to sleep

boo hoo, come with me to the beach

y/n recently found a place to stay right next to the beach, it was a motel but she mad it work. her new location of recidence allowed her to be more connected to the ocean and take reside in.

it took jahseh a few moments before replying, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t get caught and had a plan to get back, since he was put into his grandmas house for the time being until he could get his life together.

ok sure

YAYAYA! i’ll bring my speaker u bring the za pls pooki

bruh fine but stop calling me that dumb shit

okay pooki wtv u say 💋

jahseh sighed and put his phone down, he grabbed the nearest shirt to him and threw it on. he went to his cabinet and grabbed some already rolled up blunts.

he sneaked downstairs and opened the front door and hopped on his bike and started his route to y/n’s.

meanwhile y/n was getting ready, grabbing her speaker and her keys, but she was stopped once she got the notification that there would be some rain that was expected to come in 30 minutes

“shit,’ she hissed rubbing her forehead.

‘let’s hope it isn’t that hard and won’t ruin our night,’ y/n whispered to herself.

however this night was odd to her, since she loved going out at night and doing the simplest things , however jahseh was more kept to himself and almost never cracked jokes.

in their friend group jahseh was quiet but everyone else was aware that he had something special. y/n on the other hand was known to be the clown of the group, always to crack jokes or make someone spit water out of their mouth due to her clownery.

y/n was just so surprised that jah said yes, they hardly hung out alone but a few weeks ago they both spotted each other at a party. they both didn’t want to be there, but were forced to stay. y/n mustered up her courage and asked him to take a smoke break outside with her. he nodded and they sat in silence until jah said, “thanks,”

y/n replied with a simple

“you’re welcome.”

and there a odd yet interesting friendship sparked between the two of them. y/n couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t attracted to the quiet boy, his eyes were so haunting but that just provoked y/n to learn more about him.

yo i’m here, wya?

coming down, meet outside the lobby

jahseh put his phone back in his pocket and waited for y/n. as he waited he took one of the joints out and lit it, then took a deep inhale of the joint. he blinked a few times to adjust to the new feeling the weed gave him. when we was high he would become more relaxed and less uptight and a little more out of his shell.

“might as well catch up with y/n’s energy,” he chuckled.

“what about y/n?” she said appearing in front of jahseh.

“na that I already took a hit because you always got mad energy whenever wherever you go.” jahseh said pointing at her speaker.

“touche, but like if there ain’t no y/n ain’t no party.” she giggled.

“yeah right,” jahseh said rolling his eyes.

“whatever boy, let’s go.” y/n said as she turned on her speaker and connected it to her phone.

y/n assumed jahseh was walking at the same pace as her but as she turned around she saw jahseh staring at her ass.

“jahseh!” she groaned approaching him lightly grabbing his ear.

“owww, mamas please i didn’t mean to it was the weed.” he cried.

“yeah right, keep walking.” she sighed.

to be fair, y/n had on a black sports bra and black shorts, though they weren’t a lot they were enough to protect her from the flordia humidity especially at this hour.

as jahseh caught up to y/n he couldn’t help but wrap one of his arms around y/n as a lead to keep him from tripping or falling behind.

y/n was taken aback from this action but then remembered jah was high and the last thing she wanted was for him to have a bad trip and something bad happen.

as they were walking, not in silence since y/n already started playing music, y/n moved jah’s arm to her shoulder to be draped.

jah on the other hand was feeling a little devious and decided to play with the strap of y/n’s bra strap.

“jah wait till we get situated at the beach,” y/n whined, she tried to keep her act up of acting like she was not screaming inside. inside she was CRUSHINGGG hard, she knew jah was flirty since he definitely had a record of being a player but this part of jahseh she’d never heard of or seen.

“okay mamas,” he said as he slapped y/n’s ass.

that was the turn off for y/n, he was getting wayyyy too comfortable.

“jahseh! no, you gotta get it together, you’re acting like your white girl wasted right now!” y/n screamed slapping jahseh’s chest.

jah blinked a few times before he could register what had happened,

“shit y/n, i’m sorry, im overdoing the weed. it’s just i’m tired of being so uptight.”

y/n decided to stay quiet and hear what was on jahseh’s mind which led him to slap her ass.

“it’s just, since that night of the party there was something up. like you saw me being in my head, and you brought me out of there. i know i do a lot of small talk and i know it can get annoying. but you still decided to hang out with me. i didn’t ask, and i don’t know if i gave any signs to a second time to hang out, but you took the initiative.”

“jah what are you trying to say?”

“i’ve never met someone like you y/n, i wanna stick by you and learn about you, everyone in my life have either been mad negative or just plain jane’s. you’re different.”

“jahseh spit it out.”

jahseh then litterly spit out something in his throat

“jahseh, wtf not litterly.” y/n groaned.

“i like you y/n.” jahseh screamed as he then ran into the ocean.

y/n dropped the speaker on the sand and the towels she had in her hands and jumped to grab jahseh.

as she ran to jahseh he already was in the water and basically drowning.

“shit jahseh!” y/n yelled getting a hold of him by the shoulder. as y/n pulled him to the sand he wasn’t moving, she slapped his face and began to do cpr. as she went to do mouth to mouth to him she backed up and saw his eyes open. he then turned to the side and hurled.

“let it out, it’s okay.” y/n said patting his back.

“oh my fucking god, what just happened y/n.” jahseh said between burps.

“you told me you liked me, jumped in the water then drowned.” y/n said with a weak smile.

“oh,” jahseh said rubbing his head.

“yeah, i think we can do beach another day maybe when you don’t abuse tf out of the blunt.” y/n chirped flicking jah’s neck.

“ow y/n!”

“what do you mean beach another day?” jah asked.

“you’re too fucked, and i can’t deal with rescuing you again.”

“but i don’t wanna go yet.”

“wanna head back to my room?” y/n proposed

“yes!” jahseh yelled

“jah you are like actually a crazy high.” y/n laughed.

“so, you seem to like it, you’re laughing.” jahseh said in a dorky voice.

she smiled then grabbed his hand and led him to her room, she hoped that he forgot he confessed his feelings to her. she couldn’t tell if he was serious and knew that he wouldn’t say this sober she she rather not push it.

“y/n, your quiet.” jahseh said

“yeah, just focused on getting you upstairs.” y/n said scanning her card to unlock the elevator.

“yea right. you’re just speechless cuz i’m so handsome.” jahseh said, and as y/n looked at him he struck a pose.

“im just so in awe by you jahseh.” y/n said rolling her eyes.

“i knew it! now give me a kiss!” jahseh said puckering out his lips.

y/n put her hand on his lips and took his hand and led him to her room.

“jah sit on the bed, ima see if i have some water for you.” y/n said looking unfer her bed.

as she looked up with a bottle in her hand she saw jahseh looking at her with his dark eyes.

“you never said anything after i told you i liked you.” jahseh said in a dark tone.

y/n was frozen, “umm, because you ran into the ocean.”

“yea but you didn’t do anything.”

“jahseh why are you bringing this up?”

“because i like you y/n, let me in. i know im a quiet but trust me ill open up to you, i need you, don’t you get that?” jahseh asked with his glass eyes.

y/n rose from the floor and sat next to jahseh on the bed, “jah i would but im scared, you have a history of playing games.”

“yeah that’s the past though, i promise you y/n. i’ll do anything. mamas i will buy you roses everyday, i’ll do anything.” jahseh said leaving kisses on y/n’s neck as he begged for her to let him in.

“i dunno jahseh,” she moaned as his kisses got deeper.

“you do know.” jahseh in a deep tone, pressing his lips onto y/n’s. she fell back onto the bed and so did jahseh, their lips still connected to each other. as jahseh expected she didn’t stop kissing him, he put his arms around her body, giving a quick squeeze to her ass.

“jah, enough with my ass.” y/n hissed as she started kissing on his neck.

“you know i love that culo tho mami,” he smiled.

y/n lightly blushed, hoping jah couldn’t tell but he did.

“you know you love it when i touch it too, ain’t no body do it like me mamas.” he said into the crook of her neck.

his hot breath made y/n’s throat close up. she put her hands behind jah’s neck and played with the back of his head, pulling it closer to her face.

“jah don’t fuck this up.” she said as a tear escaped her eye.

jah looked at her and cooed, “oh y/n, i won’t i promise you, you’re a rare one, very rare. i’ll never hurt you, just praise you ma.” he said wrapping his arms around her waist.

as they held each other closely, y/n felt jahseh put his chin on her head.

“jah, i want you to be yourself without the weed tho.” y/n admitted.

“i know ma, i will i just needed it this time to get out of my pussyness.” jah said playing with a strand of y/n’s hair.

“okay baby,” y/n said looking at jah now, looking deep into his narrow eyes.

“why you look at me like that ma?” jah asked getting closer to y/n’s eyes.

“because you’re so handsome.” y/n smiled.

“i know,” jahseh smiled then put his free hand on his hip.

“boy bye,” y/n said getting up trying to get some water.

“where you going ma?” jahseh whined as he grabbed y/n’s waist and pulled her back to the bed.

“no where now.” y/n smiled giving jahseh a kiss on his nose.

“that’s what i thought.” jahseh grinned with the face of success.

“i’m glad you let me in ma,”

“me too jah.”

tokischaaaaa speaks: so this is new for me sooo umm yea

[kodared]

Welcome Home Neighbor~ ✨ You and your friends enjoy passing the time exploring old and abandoned places and selling the leftovers for spare cash, but what would happen if things don't go according to plan?

Chapter 1/?

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You did not like this adventure one bit.

“Oh come on Y/N! What’re ya? Chicken?!”

Your friends Badgered you relentlessly as you all approached the tattered and run-down building. The once brightly coloured sign is now barely legible reading “Playfellow Workshops” In bold letters.

“I don't know guys... This building looks old anyways, I doubt there's anything in there worth taking”

Your eyes scan the shattered windows and brightly coloured “No Trespassing” sign, You don't know how you always get into these situations with your friends. It seemed whenever you were around it was always,

“Hey, I know a good spot to go to!”... or... “C'mon! We can use the money for a new Game!”

Nevertheless, your friends would never try to put you in danger... Right?

…

Yeah, nope they definitely would if it meant you guys could afford the new Nintendo game.

“C'mon, what if there's some vintage film in there? Think of all the possibilities Y/N!”

One of your friends shouted as he pushed you toward the entrance of the building. Your shoes made an imprint into the gravel driveway as you tried to stop yourself from going any closer.

You did not like the look of this place, the energy was off and bad vibes were lingering all around the already busted open wired gate.

However as you looked behind your shoulder, you knew from the looks on all of your friend's faces you weren't getting yourself out of this one.

So, with a heavy sigh, you marched forward past the tattered gates and steeled yourself for what you might find.

As you approached the giant red doors of the Studio, you remembered most places when they are shut down have the door bolted shut from the inside for this exact reason!

A small grin sneaked its way onto your face as you put one hand out and turned your head, ready to tell your friends there was no way to enter the building.

…

Of course, the door had to open flawlessly with a small push. Your small grin disappeared as fast as your friends had, with them nowhere to be found in your sight. They did that a lot though so you pushed forward into the studio.

First and foremost this place was big. It must have had many productions and props for it to be filled to the extent it was.

Boxes and cobwebs littered the concrete floor, a thick layer of dust coated the walls and plaques hung on the walls, the only light source being the dim light provided through the shattered windows.

You wouldn't get far without a flashlight though, as you searched your pockets for your phone your eyes found themselves scanning the walls for a light switch. Your efforts for a light switch proving to be for naught as you finally found your phone and clicked on the light.

Papers littered the floor, some covered with sketches of what you could only assume to be characters, and some with writing and... Was that a contract??

This place seemed to be in a devastating mess, even the concrete flooring felt unstable as you took steps farther into the Studio.

One thing caught your eye regardless, making you trek deeper and deeper to get a better glimpse. It was hard to tell by the dim light coming from your phone, but it seemed to be a Set used for the Characters to interact with.

A bright red house sat in the center of the room, its mechanical eyes shut with rust covering the surface. If the required items were remaining to get it to work, you knew by now there was no hope of restoring it.

You moved on to a farther corner of the warehouse, your curiosity seeming to reach its peak as you saw a door leading to an office. You rolled up your sleeve to wipe the dust from the door, it read

“Directors Office.”

Well… If there were any profitable things to be found you guess they would be in there, reaching for the door handle, it jiggled in your grip. Locked. Of course it was.

Dropping down onto one knee, you began to search your pockets to see if you had anything that would help with breaking into the office. Not very keen on returning to your friends empty-handed.

All you could find though was a wadded-up Five, a broken pin from your school backpack, and a soda tab…

…You considered yourself a very organized person.

Rising to your feet once more, holding the broken pin in your hand you began to try to finagle it into the lock, and by some miracle it... Worked?

You weren't one to doubt your talents but this just felt wrong, the lock should not have opened the door as quickly as it did.

The thought left your mind as you pushed forward, you didn’t want to be in here longer than necessary.

To your dismay, all that you could find were more animation and puppeteering sketches, they looked very intricate and old, with detailing on how to hold the strings for a puppet named Wally Darling and such.

From what you could gather from the scattered documents, this studio used to run a show titled Welcome Home, where the main Puppet named Wally would go and have adventures with his friends.

You ‘wished your adventures didn't always lead to trespassing’ you thought as your eyes landed on a rather cute piece of art containing Wally and his friends.

The designs were cute and simple, it was no wonder the show had its successes, one thought still lingered, why did this place shut down?

You understood the concept of bankruptcy, it was a common theme in your economics class, but this didn't make any sense.

The papers on the desk nonetheless clearly stated a bankruptcy claim, and a lawsuit file, with highlighted words stating there were OSHA violations, and rumours of puppeteers being harmed on the job.

It felt as if your mind was being run in circles the more you examined the papers on the desk,

Until you heard footsteps.

Your breath is caught in your throat. The footsteps sounded like they were coming from the front of the building, recognized by the sounds of glass being stepped on. Of course they had to be coming from the only known entrance to this place.

Your brain quickly jumpstarted back into functioning as adrenaline coursed through your veins. Clicking off your flashlight you picked up what papers you could recognize, At least you wouldn't be empty-handed. Making quick work of them and folding them into your jacket pocket.

Your hair stood up on its neck as the steps rapidly approached. You had that cold feeling running up and down your spine as you scanned the room for any sign of escape.

Other than the main office door of course there was no other way to flee. Your muddied shoes provided you with quieter footsteps as you crept towards the door.

The broken windows allow for minimal light to produce shadows of boxes and various rusted equipment.

One thing remained prominent in your mind, however,

Where were the footsteps coming from?

There was no shadow in the front of the building, yet those menacing footsteps kept crescendoing in your direction.

You had no time to worry about this, you needed to escape, and from the looks of it, this may be your only chance to do so. With a final deep breath, you shot from your previous place of hiding and took off in the direction of the doors.

The dim sunlight from the windows allowed you to avoid various boxes and obstacles in your path, You were not expecting however to feel the eyes of a predator on your back.

You tried your best to ignore it, but your breath proceed to become more laboured and panicked. Feeling as if you were a mouse caught in a glue trap. Your feet feel as heavy as concrete bricks as they hit the floor, where are you even running?

You couldn't tell. You tripped on what seemed to be your own feet, the world spinning around you, and you felt sick. What was going on? You felt panic proceed to grip your very soul as you felt the weak structure crack under your body.

This was not how this was supposed to go.

You wished you just stayed home. You could have minded your business and scrolled on the internet, but no. You had to be nosy and go exploring.

Your breaths became crazed and your eyes glued themselves onto the gray concrete. Not daring to look behind or beside you, in fear of making eye contact with what had frozen you with fear.

…

None of that seemed to matter anymore as the spinning feeling took hold of your brain. You could feel a migraine begin to pierce your eyes making your head throb.

Before you passed out,

you could have sworn the concrete was not this soft.

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eee i got tagged to do a tag game by @mrcrepsley thank you :)

im tagging: @stitchedgrave @laceandgore @r0ttdweller @cherubgore @cannibaldotcom @unfading-scrutiny but if you've already been tagged in this one or dont feel like it its cool. n if i didnt tag u please do it if you want to also.

Do you make your bed? if by make you mean pull down the duvet so it can air out, then yes. dont worry about why that is.

What's your favorite number? 3, 9, 13, 27

What is your job? i have been a sporadically employed hermit for the last four years :( i am starting college again next week though (media focused program) and theres a lot of production-like activity where i live so hopefully in the future that works out.

If you could go back to school, would you? See above, but i do sometimes wish i could go back to my uni in canada, but only if i was single so i could at least try n fuck my history prof at least once

Can you parallel park? no :(

A job you had that would surprise people? i have no idea how i am perceived on here so i dont know if it would surprise people that i've ghostwritten a book and worked as an actor in a haunted house. those were probably the least surprising answers but other than that its just bartending and baking.

Do you think aliens are real? duh.

Can you drive a manual car? i cannot drive any car but im working on it, although public transport here is just decent enough that it isnt, like, urgent.

What's your guilty pleasure? i honestly feel less ashamed of my various sexual proclivities than i do about living for TLC's Sister Wives. watching that chode get left in the dust not once, not twice, but thrice was especially delicious.

Tattoos? i have four. both of the ones on my right arm are bird themed but that was unintentional. theres a little bird on my forearm from The Garden of Earthly Delights' middle panel, and then a lawn flamingo on my right shoulder. the lawn flamingo is heavily associated in Winnipeg culture with the Transcona neighbourhood, where my mom's from and where i lived for a few years. everyone else in Winnipeg clowns on Transcona for being white trash, which is not technically incorrect but its my favourite place. On my left wrist ive got a hand with an eye in it, and then a crescent moon surrounded by clouds on my left shoulder.

Favorite color? pink, black, light blues, ive been really into brown this year.

Favorite type of music? i love music in general, any type can be good as long as the people making it care about it but 80s alternative/new wave/punk will always hit so so good for me. and vintage or alternative country. and 90s alt.

Do you like puzzles? i love doing the nyt puzzles stoned every night but i will die before i give them any money to play them.

Any phobias? someone with prior knowledge of my phobias using them to torture me

Favorite childhood sport? i did kickboxing in my teens for a lil bit n it was really fun :)

Do you talk to yourself? chronically, but only out loud if im home alone or out in public alone.

What movies do you adore? to the surprise of no one; horror, especially trashy b-horror/horror comedy. also whatever The Butcher Boy (1997) dir. Neil Jordan (i will never stop evangelizing this movie please watch it sinead o'connor plays the virgin mary) is.

Coffee or Tea? coffee 100%. i live in tea country however. sometimes its nice but objectively the 'tea' people are talking about here (Barrys vs Lyons) tastes like a hot wet paper bag unless you put 3 teaspoons of sugar in it.

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? either a palaeontologist or a goth, its hard to tell which came first. ironically my mom was much more supportive of my desire to be goth. this is the cognitive dissonance that came with being an early 2000s evangelical christian who listens to Rob Zombie and Evanescence. she eventually relaxed about jesus.

[theneighborhoodwatch]

i have been trying to make this into a coherent post for days and have gotten Nowhere so you will have to put up with this borderline incoherent trail of thoughts instead. okay here we go:

dorelaine sounds like it was meant to be a mondegreen of darling (or vice-versa depending on what perspective you're seeing it from) which lends some credence to the WHRP's insistence that ronald dorelaine Must be the creator of welcome home (again - "must be," not "is," which is odd.)

wally as a self-insert for dorelaine? this information sponge who kind of exists to learn from his friends/loved ones on our behalf, the audience surrogate, a slate so blank he didn't know what a clown was until someone asked him to draw one. what about a character like that would cause someone to draw on their own traits to write him?

in that same vein, wally being not only a self-insert but an Ideal Self? if so, what about the above traits would have been Desirable to dorelaine? wally being representative of a desire for some kind of "fresh start"? or perhaps of flawlessness by way of (initially) not knowing there are flaws to be had? ignorance is bliss and all.

y'know. i was talking about this in a metaphorical sense and was gonna go on about how like i wonder what it will look like the further things progress and wally deviates more from this aspect of himself (assuming he hasn't already. dorelaine probably was not quite so attached to his house, for one thing) but i think this might be one of the only contexts in which a literal(ish) possession story could work - i.e. how far do you think someone would go to discard their original identity and become their ideal self?

i was gonna elaborate on that but then i realized i was just describing the season one plot twist from surviving romance.

[spoilers for surviving romance, obviously] by which i mean: yknow how it turns out that the protagonist, who is now the MC of the novel the entire story takes place in, actually used to be the author of the novel? and the whole thing was written in an attempt to justify her own suffering (without actually unpacking any of her trauma or the defeatism that was beaten into her by her circumstances) by giving her idealized self-insert (the original MC) a happy ending after a series of borderline comedic acts of cruelty - something she felt she would never be able to achieve herself? and how she only remembers this after repressing it long enough to form relationships with the other characters in the novel after being thrown into a life or death situation and realizing that they all have a lot more depth and interiority than the original novel's narration afforded them? yeah? Yeah.

that's not the Whole plot twist but it is the part of it that's the most relevant to this post.

but hey, maybe there's no literal possession/reincarnation/transmutation/Whatever stuff going on. in fact, for now i'm confident in that not being the case, at least not literally. but i still think if wally being some kind of self-insert or at least being based on ronald dorelaine in some capacity is canon, then it is worth noting bc like. wally As We Understand Him so far exists to absorb and reflect the world around him and the people in it in order to guide us, the audience. if he turns out to be a self-insert on top of that, then he also exists to reflect his creator in some form. for as much as everything seems to revolve around him (even when we Know for a fact that whatever happened had an effect on the other neighbors as well) it's kind of hard to imagine wally existing as his own guy; he always exists in relation to something or someone else.

one has to wonder how he feels about that. he seems confident that it will all work out in the end (whatever "it" is) but, well. this Is a horror story.

something about what i said a while ago, about the puppets being more affected by unconscious decisions - "things left unsaid," in particular.

still think about Metaphorical hauntings in welcome home though. that one guillermo del toro quote - "What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? A moment of pain, perhaps. [...] An emotion suspended in time. Like a blurred photograph. Like an insect trapped in amber."

"ah but doesn't home also lend themself to a good possession story?" so close! i think whatever's going on with home is closer to necromancy/a state of Undeath than anything else. i will not be elaborating at this point in time <3

..... possible future holy trinity imagery with dorelaine, wally, and home? father/son/holy spirit? unlikely but Could you imagine.

ah. i think here is when the thoughts run out. thanks 4 reading.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Libra moon s. 🦋👗♎️🌝😍

The libra moon with the mother may be quite complicated because we have to look at the balance aspect of Libra or anyone who’s got their moon in the seventh house. Hello hello how are you? I’ so your mother may have been quite diplomatic. Also she might have had a obsession with relationships, and you might of felt that she put the relationship before you and a lot of the time I’ve noticed with Libra moons this has happened ,and then the behaviour rubs off on them, where the people who should mean more to them, mean, just the same as people they barely know this is why I struggle with labra energy a lot all the time myself, but I wonder how you guys feel in that skin your mum might have worked in law. She might’ve been a lawyer she might’ve worked in the beauty industry. She might’ve had to compromise a lot for love and relationships from her and you learned a lot about compromise she avoided conflict so you had a lot of energy in your house, where what you wanted wasn’t vocalised because nobody like put it out there and it must’ve been really difficult for you as a child to process those emotions ,. On the darker end of the spectrum, the Libra moon, mother may have put an emphasis on beauty and appearances and aesthetics on you, which may have been really hard for you, if you’re not that kind of type of energy, especially if there’s a square aspect, or an opposition aspect in one of the charts to each other . I have most of the people in my life are libra moons.and they have had this where their parents it’s all been about the relationship and the child is almost secondary to that toxic relationship. People don’t think you’re that deep, but you hide it all, because that was what you were taught to do being brought up by a melancholy passive parent . So you put an emphasis on your hobbies and your beauty, whether you’re being a boy or a girl or was your escape where you ruled by Venus or with your escape whether it be boys kinds of art which is like sports racing fishing, hunting guns, and as for girls, I’m not saying girls can’t be into that. It could’ve been building wardrobes or building outfits or building making pictures or renovations and stuff and that is their way to deal with the emotion overwhelming motion, they felt.lack emotions , indecision boundaries with you, so you went onto do things yourself a lot of the time and a lot of the time you raised yourself to your highest standard because you didn’t believe that your mother had that before you, she had too much of a highest standard for you, so you have it is passed on to you, on the light of end of the spectrum, she could’ve really wanted you to have a very good relationship life and wanted you to be settled in that way. She believed that relationships were a cause for things being great all the time when they’re so much more life than just love relationships and even friendship relationships, it could’ve been a constant balance between you, your father, and possibly even a step parent lot of the time I’ve seen it being a step parent and other times I’ve seen it being a long-term marriage to get what you need out of life. You need to express this to your parents, even though it may seem too late, but that’s not how it is. I get with family, that that’s a really hard thing to do, but you need to find a way of dealing with it through relationships and make you happy but also being okay with time alone and doing literally nothing.

The thing I have noticed with libra moons and something they might want to work on to make themselves feel better is you definitely bought things up and keep things close to your heart because we’re always seeing what we were learning so much from so young so like the age of six you’re taking so much And because your man is in labour which will relationships a partnership. Sometimes a partnership can be very toxic as partnership can be really tidy and everything you ever dreamed of.

You playing the clown for everyone and cheering up maybe that’s because you wanted that done to you you wanted to make the atmosphere less intense do it in your daily life but just remember it’s not your childhood anymore and this these things that you say and is dying always necessarily gonna come true. It’s where you tunnel your energy to on the darker side people can feel like you’re not coming off as sincere and all the nice scale. It’s not ,Nice boy is an act when it’s just one of your coping skills, like some people get verbal diarrhoea. Some people can’t talk and they will shake so we’re all different and we rbeautiful for all being different in these ways, just learn to love yourself when the silence stops when the laughter stops it’s okay and it’s okay to have them so silences on the other hand going to the other side of that don’t do the opposite way you hold it in too long with people and don’t, let them into your heart, especially when it’s someone you really are in love with that is when it. ’s hard for you to let somebody in always is crazy with that libra energy.

Celebrity examples

Kristen Stewart, Amber Heard ,Ariana grande , kate winslet, meghan market,Emma stone. Adrian Lima ,Alicia keys Alexa Demi , Fergie, George bush , Bill Clinton, Joseph Starlin, Evian Peters , Lily Allen,Walt Disney , Dylan and Cole spores .

Scorpio moons🌚😈🫤♏️🥀🦂

 And here we are now with the Scorpio moon, the intensity is fault beneath the surface, and from the energy they feel at themselves, so they feel like the energy energy is coming off them when it may not be, particularly like we said things can be interpreted in many different ways .

Say Scorpio, is it in detriment when it is in the moon in Scorpio, meaning that it doesn’t necessarily comfy in this moonshine it doesn’t feel safe. It doesn’t feel secure and in life that everything Scorpio craves. Scorpio men may often feel like they are innocent the crisis, whether it be externally or internally, but is a constant struggles to balance out this feeling of feeling they need to be in control of everything, or having a power struggles, a lot of them have had to transform and learn the debts of the truth and the hardest ways and things you can never even imagine people going through so, when it comes to the relationship with the mother is also another intensity for them, country to popular believe they haven’t all grown up in broken or battered homes. Yes, they may have grown up in a house that might seem like a prison system emotionally, another common Scorpio main child is feeling like they are an outside for the family and a joke or spell has been put up on them, two different types of Scorpio men when it comes to their mother one you could’ve been extremely close to your mother. Your mother may have gone to high heaven and asked to move things that were difficult for you and example it’s school you may have really felt like you struggled with a certain subject, so your mum would’ve gone beyond and above to help you with that to the point where she might’ve done it for you, so you didn’t grow up in that way emotionally, oh, they could’ve grown up with a mother who had diction problems, depression, and mental health issues as a whole, an abusive father. They may have felt an advocate too, so they had to protect my mum. See Scorpio is all about protection and we both grow and secure security and faithful they have frightened it. Anyway they may sting you with that tail. They may give you a bucket load of abuse to protect that own back.

But anyone who is Scorpio dominant Mars dominant or Pluto dominant they going to sell this in life that why aren’t people as connected to them as I am to them why don’t they do as much as I do why do they not feel as intense as I do for them and why am I the one who’s always going to be in heaven and asked for them?  answer. I tell you what a lot of people feel very intimidated or even scared of you so you’re coming across as being powerful protective or what you see as being really dedicated to that person never is controlling and may want to get away from me as fast as possible, so people want to know what Pluto is on about and what it means they’re not allowed to scale because we’re just about to come into change into Aquarius . this is when family many things in history generational things I’ve been massive part of that with the Plutonian energy. If you are a plutonium person people physically want to get away from you a lot of the time they may see you as stalking,sneaky jealous, obsessive, controlling, coming back to the mother again this also might mean that you had a mother who is like this who controlled you who lied to you who didn’t tell you the truth about things when they should’ve kept them things maybe still for this day.

Your mother could’ve had this very isolating energy herself. She could’ve been a loner. She probably had a lot of trauma while the time she was pregnant or gave birth you and even your early childhood., that Scorpio energy that she put into her child, she could’ve been very overpowering with you, and controlled things are out of your control as a child and the other hand, she could’ve been overbearing you could’ve been hold onto the hold onto the apron string for too long and be overly attached to her because you never learnt how to stand on your own and feel safe enough to do it. No doubt there is secrets in the family.

As I said before I said Scorpio can literally or repel people away from them, they can also bring in some of the strangest people with big problems into their life. People who were going to do the exact same traits to go above secretive lie about them. Even catch STI infection. be close to infectious people. Sometimes you’re sick of having to learn these lessons about things and people you just wanna have a chill life boy do you have staying power and when you get passionate about something you really go for it, you can have passion about something that people don’t even concentrate on because a lot of the times you see details and picture like land so much about one thing I’m really put your all and love into it, you don’t believe in half past love is love is gonna come to you want it to be an intoxicating desirable and addictive, if it’s not like that it’s not worth it here this is why you have attracted or had these relationships in your life, and if it goes there being like that with your mother, and how are you to learn to be such a different way you learn this by stepping into stepping into the light and seeing a tree character, people can see the positive side of you by showing that colour isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Even jealousy, show them that you’re passionate about things and that you’re clever and that you learn subject your best ability and loyalty that remains so strong even the smallest insult to make you feel really slighted. 

And the Scorpio made myself I just noticed another quality that we have, we either have loads of sex or no sex, we have either lays of money no money either have loads of drugs, load of clothes, laser, possession, load of food, loads of friends or the other side, no friends, no possessions, no sex, no drugs no rock ‘n’ roll no music no talking

Celeb examples

Jennifer Lopez, Lisa Kudrow, Margot Robbie, Alex Turner, Snoop dogg ,Bruce Lee , bob Marley ,milaa kunis,Beyoncé , lady gaga, miles Cyrus , the weeknd,kylie Jenner,will smith and liz Taylor

Moon in Sagittarius💫😎♐️🐎🐴🎲

Well we finally got there with the Sagittarius moon. It took me awhile. This is what we know from Sagittarius is a freedom loving sign may be a bit of a rebel tea maybe also a bit of a loner you can be many things at once like they say in Shrek, he says he’s like an onion and as many layers to an onion, and here’s one another mutable sign that may be like that.

Relationship with the mother with Sagittarius moon, depending on the mother, of course as well your mother put out that you could do anything you wanted be courageous. Be adventurous get out there have hopes and dreams learn to be optimistic and positive from your mother and learning experiences of different cultures, different ways of life, even if you didn’t do that always, she did that a lot and it’s funny how we can have mum who has multiple other children, but this really reflects on your relationship with your mother, even if you were all raised in a similar way, because we’re all going to have periods, all of our life, where we’re going through different phases, maybe you were the middle child and your mum decided let’s pack off and move to a different country, or maybe even two ages different area from where you live before where you experience a lot of different behaviours and culture, changes and city changes to country or vice versa. We have to remember that Jupiter And Sagittarius rule, travel, safety, your emotional needs, packing up and going away somewhere. Maybe what you find very comforting for your emotional needs your emotional needs maybe travelling, experiencing different cultures and languages foods, experiencing different types of social dynamics, social, setting social groups the mother was probably very freedom, loving and adventure herself And people may have seen her is a bit of a drifter, one of these dark characters that is here from time to time, and then shows up again. There’s nothing necessarily bad with that

On the other end of the spectrum of the Sagittarius moon and the mother, your mother could’ve loved it, freedom to the point of she might have abandoned you to feel her own social needs and freedom being met, or she could’ve had other children and this aspect of the fun that you had together may have changed, so you may have Harboured a lot of anger over that because you and her had that special relationship of travel and now somebody else is coming along and your mum is gone through another phase in her life.

Your mum could’ve been a gypsy traveller, you may come from a mixed race background or any other religious or race, ethnicity background, she could’ve been part of a church group, or she could be part of the east and London culture, but there’s definitely something there to do with religions or race so if you’re from North London it could’ve been a Jewish community that you were in.

I’ve noticed with Sagittarius moons, they have very good wet and sense of humour. They don’t hold onto things for too long, although it doesn’t seem that way, they definitely keep themselves well together and well spoken and not too messy but don’t be fooled they’re still a Jupiter world sign And Sagittarius, you know how Sagittarius likes to have a bit of fun let’s say there is rising too and they have moon in the house they might be more rebellious because they’re ruling planet will be Jupiter, I have a cousin who has a Sagittarius moon, and she’s known as like a posh kind of single mum now, but back in the end she was doing Charlie with my uncle, being a naughty girl that a lot of us didn’t know about, another example, would be my brother’s ex-girlfriend of like 15 years. She was a dark horse, but obviously she was a Scorpio son. She always seemed well put together and tried not to say a thing of place which I get completely.. just be aware Sagittarius moons that even if you’re not on an adventure or you’re not going out meeting new people all the time that you’re still worthy of being happy, you can have fun with the smallest things in life that can give people pleasure, I would recommend even like a high intensity, sport or dance something that’s gonna be fun and not boring like the gym it could be yoga but I would definitely something more physical.

I’ve seen it with these two examples, where the generations of mothers and granddaughters and daughters are very close to each other, but may only be on a surface level and I’ve seen the other side of it where my cousin has the Sagittarius moon with felt like the least favourite child. The other two were rotten her brother, who was a couple years younger, and then her sister who is over a decade and a bit younger, so she had to have this positive Sagittarian outlook for her mental health.

I have also noticed that Sagittarius means a very good at telling stories and making people laugh of these stories by going into lots of funny craft details, and that is a way of having fun with people emotionally and connecting with them through laughter.

Celebrity examples

Sharon stone , Emma Watson , Jennifer Addison , trump, Justin timberlake, Adele,  Oprah, Al Pacino, Vincent, Van Gogh, Naomi Campbell, Camila Cabello, John Mayer, Dakota Johnson xxxtentation, Charlie Sheen Hilary Duff, Selena Yoko, Lenny Kravitz, Scott Disick, Travis Scott, Chester Bennington, Ivanka, Trump, R. Kelly Anthony Kadis, Tiger Woods Ball, Rafi, Iggy Azalea, Andrew Tate, Judy Garland. Now do you see the dark sided ones hair because they’re really awesome dark side Sagittarius moons kind of like humans, but you can spot them out from the dark sided ones and the sided ones .

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

List of my favorite Violetta episodes

It’s hard to determine a single favorite episode in this long show, as many storylines carry over different episodes. So! I decided to make a list of all of my faves. I might like some more than others, but nonetheless it’s the ones I love to watch more than the unmentioned eps.

1x07 - This is the episode that originally got me into Violetta back in the days. I saw that Junto a ti performance and became obsessed immediately. I also think it’s the turning point, as the first 6 episodes were more or less just ”get to know the characters” eps.

1x10 - YES IT IS BECAUSE OF THE FRANLETTA AMIGA SCENE SHUT UP I may not remember anything else in the episode right on hand But if I rewatch it I know I’ll also like most of the other scenes.

1x13 - Francesca coming over to Violetta’s house for the first time?? Vilu being awkward about it yet also so excited that she has a friend?? Also the real start of the audition arc 💜

1x35 - OH I KNOW THE LINES FLUENTLY IN THE SWEDUB I watched this so many times back when Violetta was on Netflix. I think it’s my most watched S1 episode. It has it all. Leonetta post first kiss and Violetta being all excited and giddy. When she tells her friends they kissed and her friends get so excited. Germán choking when he hears Leon and Violetta are dating. TOMAS SUFFERING!!

1x40 - The rush I feel when Violetta runs from the wedding and goes to the theater and performs!! Such a thrilling mid season finale!

1x55 - Students protesting Gregorio and singing in front of the school! I love the revolting children arc

1x68 - Junto a ti performance! Almost time for the reality show finale! Don’t like the ending tho

1x72 - Vilu finding out Angie is her aunt and now they can finally begin their real aunt and niece relationship 💜

1x80 - NOTHING CAN BEAT THE VIOLETTA S1 FINALE

2x01 - THE FIRST EPISODE OF S2 MAKES ME FEEL SO MUCH. God I feel so warm inside just thinking about it. It’s so good.

2x06 - Maybe it’s mostly because of the Franletta scene but all of the first 10 eps of S2 are bangers

2x15 - Leonetta being in the middle of their small dating era for a while, before shit hits the fan <3

2x25 - The gang at the party, performing and dancing! Violetta being at home and Diego coming over with a clown nose! THE FRANLETTA CHEEK KISS

2x33 - VIOLETTA WANTING TO GO TO FRAN’S PARTY BUT SHE CAN’T BECAUSE SHE NEEDS TO WORK :(( AAAAAAAA SHE LOVES HER FRIEND SO MUCH also we see the Codigo Amistad mv in this <3

2x42 - This episode is so goddamn funny we got Violetta losing her voice and her friends helping her to hide this from everyone. I also love sleepover eps a lot

2x51-2x52 - FRANCESCA GOING TO ITALY AND THEN RETURNING!!! FRANLETTA REUNITING!!! I so love everyone saying goodbye and then the episode afterwards everyone is so happy!!!! It’s so fun!

2x61 - Every fucking scene of this episode makes me laugh seriously go watch this episode

2x64-2x65 - This is only for the karaoke shenanigans alone

2x67 - LEONETTA’S TURNING POINT THEY’RE GETTING CLOSER AGAIN AAAAA

2x72-2x75 - Madrid plot Madrid plot Madrid plot Madrid plot Madrid plot

3x28 - Singlehandedly one of the few funny Roxy arc episodes. Also Ludmila thought Franletta were making out in the aquarium

3x30-3x31 - All the scenes at the wedding are so fun <3 and Ludmila and Violetta being stepsisters

3x35 - I love the show they put on <3

3x48-3x49 - The Franletta reconciliation arc <3

3x64 - Leonetta being absolutely silly and stupid and it’s so funny

3x77 - Priscila’s last episode! Everything starting to wrap up slowly! CAMILA AND NATY SUPPOSEDLY KISSING OFF SCREEN!!

[sunnydayroleplay]

Ahh could we get a coulrophobic sunshine x Jack scenario? I hate clowns but Jack is such a comfort character for me 😭😭💕💕💕

Sorry I got to this so late! Drawing them stripper boys is a lot of work! Will post those on my art account! @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

Thanks for such the cute idea, I didn't really like clowns before Jack, but Jack is just a huge comfort to me now. That said, let's write it! Contents Inside: Coulrophobic Sunshine, Some mentions of scream/panic, otherwise very wholesome and sfw.

Just because this is SFW Content, does not mean minors should interact with this post, and this game as it is an 18+ community only. For SFW/Non-18+ Related content/artwork, go follow my non-roleplay account(s) mentioned above. ___________________________________________________________

Jack goes through that T.V screen of yours was absolutely horrifying, no doubt about it.

But seeing that he was a tall blue hair ghost clown as well?

Even more horrifying.

Poor thing, you were just in the corner screaming for dear life while Jack kept trying to calm you down.

Which only made you scream more.

After countless days of 'off and on' sleep, you tried your best to rationalize.

He hasn't hurt you the entire time he's been here.

All Jack ever has done was try to calm you down when you went on one of your tangent panics.

He's cleaned up your house, and wonderfully at that.

He's even made you breakfast!

Who doesn't love a good homemade pancake with delicious fruits and sticky syrup?

Jack's been trying his best to take his time with you.

You can tell from the way he approaches you slowly and refrains from sudden movement, like if you were approaching the neighborhood stray to pet it.

Slowly but surely, you decide to reach out to him for the first time.

As he's cooking your breakfast one morning per usual, you stand next to him and watch the magic happen.

Jack takes notice and side eyes you.

A small smile crept from his lips for a quick second before he put his attention on not burning the cake.

When he finishes, he hands you the plate of flap-jacks.

You tell him to sit next to you, and he obliges.

He slowly pulls up a chair and scoots in beside you, hands on the table and with a soft gaze.

You couldn't help but smile back, he was so sweet.

You felt bad, but he could understand.

I mean he came out of nowhere, and how was he supposed to know you were afraid of clowns?

No hard feelings at all!

You look at him and manage to mutter a good morning to him.

"Morning! H-How are you? Are you alright?"

His tone was energetic and excited.

This would be the first time you ever talked together normally.

He slowed himself down because he didn't wanna scare you off as he just began to make progress.

"I'm alright, thank you..how are you?"

And with that, the two of you began to make conversation. It was rather nice.

You got to learn about Jack a bit more, other than the fact he was a mysterious clown that can come out of screens.

Jack got to get to know you better, and he got you to trust him just a bit more.

That's all he ever wanted, for his sunshine to not be afraid of him.

You appreciated that he took his time with you, and that he worked alongside instead of pushing.

Ever since Ian, it was really needed.

It was perfectly timed almost.

Probably a coincidence though, right?

As a few months passed by, your relationship grew with Jack in the best way possible.

You guys would talk about the most random shit together.

You'd bake goods together, cook something up for dinner.

You let him sleep beside you instead of the couch.

And soon enough, it got more personal.

Sentimental cuddle hours..

Bubbly bubble baths..

And some even more personal things in bed~

And when it came to the question in mind:

"Do you want me to be your boyfriend?"

You couldn't be happier.

You lunged into his arms and he picked you off your feet.

He showered your beautiful face with as much love as possible. The two of you couldn't be in anymore joy than this.

Jack finally earned your trust, and earned the love and devotion you wanted, deserved.

You finally earned someone who loves you and wouldn't hurt you for the world.

[technicolorfamiliar]

Technicolor Familiar Watches Too Many Conrad Veidt Movies Part 1 of ?

Apropos of nothing, I find myself wading around waist deep in Conrad Veidt's filmography, at least the titles I can easily find online.

I've been writing down my mostly brief impressions after each movie, mainly for my own entertainment since I know exactly zero other people who would care lol. I actually created a Mastodon account especially for this purpose, since my primary socials aren't really for this sort of thing. But the character limit on Mastodon is seriously cramping my style, so I'm going to be annoying about this on Tumblr, my self-imposed blog expectations be damned.

I'm not doing plot summaries, but there are spoilers. I'm not watching these movies in any particular order other than what I'm in the mood for on any given day. I'm half trying to keep the thirst levels to a minimum, but no promises; all bets were off after watching A Woman's Face. And tbh, this whole thing has turned into an Emotional Support / Coping Mechanism / Escapism Tactic because hoo boy is my brain bad these days. But be forewarned, I'm not a writer, I'm not a film critic. I just like movies and turns out I like Conrad Veidt a lot too. I'd probably have more and better things to say about a lot of these upon a second or third watch.

So as of late November, I'm 15 films deep with a lot more to go. I'm thinking about splitting this up into multiple posts, maybe like 5ish films/post. Originally I was going to see how many of these movies can I watch before the end of 2023. But I'm just going to keep going until I run out of available titles or I get sick of Connie's face (unlikely).

The Man Who Laughs, 1928 Dir. Paul Leni ⭐4.5/5 Watched mid-Oct, Archive.org Nothing could have prepared me for this. Of course I was aware of TMWL, but more vaguely than I guess I realized. It's really ahead of its time. The production quality is astounding, it's an absolutely beautiful film. The whole cast is pretty great, too. The Duchess? Total smoke show. Homo the Dog? Queer icon. And Connie really swings for the fences emotionally and physically as Gwynplaine. Bear in mind, this is literally only the third Conrad Veidt movie I've ever seen (other than the basic, intro level Cabinet of Dr Caligari and Casablanca), so I was really floored by what he's able to do in this role with the use of really only half his face. There are several wonderfully haunting and heartbreaking visuals and moments throughout the nearly 2 hour runtime that will stay with me long after watching. Half a star got knocked off because the score was a little bombastic and there were one too many clowns for me personally. But those are small complaints for what may otherwise be a pretty perfect film.

Unheimliche Geschichten (Eerie Tales), 1919 Dir. Richard Oswald ⭐3/5 Watched mid-Oct, Archive.org A romp. The version I watched had no soundtrack at all, making for a totally silent viewing experience. The vignette structure and old school effects are fun. I enjoyed seeing Anita Berber in action although maybe I was expecting more because of all the hype surrounding her/her image. But Connie, Anita, and Reinhold Schünzel seem like they had a good time working on this project. "The Black Cat" and "The Suicide Club" were my favorite sections (and I actually watched this when I was in the middle of Netflix's The Fall of the House of Usher, so yay for extra Poe content in the spookiest month). As for Connie Content, what can I say, he's stunning.

The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari, 1920 Dir. Robert Wiene ⭐3.5/5 Watched Oct 17, Archive.org I went hard with the silent era when I started this journey. Caligari was my intro to Conrad Veidt almost 15 years ago, and as a lapsed goth art student, I remember being bewitched by his strange and off-putting presence on screen. My rating for this one is kind of low compared to how undoubtedly iconic and important of a film it is. It could have been my mood but upon rewatching, but the story fell a little flat for me. I did like the updated score in the version I watched, and I would love to see this one on the big screen maybe with a live orchestra some day.

Orlacs Hände (The Hands of Orlac), 1924 Dir. Robert Wiene ⭐4/5 Watched Oct 17, Archive.org Loved. It's so horny and bizarre (the scene with the maid crawling on the floor? same, girl, same). And visually the most pre-David Lynch Lynchian-looking movie I've ever seen. The shots that linger on highly stylized, cavernous, empty rooms before a character enters? So David Lynch. I'm also a big fan of the psychological body horror and crime thriller genre mashup. It's got twists, it's got turns. Conrad Veidt's your man if you ever needed a Hand Actor. Like the handsiest Hand Actor who ever had a pair of hands. Someone who could really work those mitts.

A Woman's Face, 1941 Dir. George Cukor ⭐4.5/5 Watched Oct 18, Vudu & TCM Jumping way forward in Connie's career. This movie did things to me. This was, I think, the point of no return. It's extremely underrated, I'm legitimately surprised I'd not heard of it before diving down this rabbit hole. That said, it is strange and pretty spicy for a Hays Code era picture. It's so good, I actually watched it twice (it aired on TCM as a part of their creepy cinema series). Visually beautiful and narratively interesting, if maybe a little long despite the rushed ending. Shout out to Joan Crawford for giving what's probably the best performance of hers, at least that I've seen (Mildred Pierce who?). And then there's nasty, nasty Conrad Veidt. He very nearly steals the movie from Joan, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He's beautiful, he's TALL, he's scary. Genuinely shocked he doesn't have second billing. But what else can I say about his Torsten Barring that hasn't already been said more eloquently by others? It's such a great character, and I believe he said it was one of his favorites during his entire 100+ film career. A Woman's Face is the only title on this list so far where immediately after watching I wanted to buy the dvd. Ugh, we deserved several more decades of Connie in roles like this.

I'll probably post the next few one day soon, where I finally get into some titles from the 1930s.

[br1ghtestlight]

and would u believe me if i had personality breakdowns for them too.......

pink (he/she/they) they're a lot more ditzy and lighthearted than purple she just wants to be friends w/ everyone, loves makeup and fashion too though :) definitely looks up to purple a lot as an older sister (by maybe..... five minutes??) their dynamic is kinda like two oldest teenage sisters in the loud house. she's leni. Just living life one day at a time #queen maybe he'll be a makeup artist or something

red (she/her) - aggressive but not mean just really protective!! definitely the most athletic of the siblings and is on like two different sports teams (soccer and basketball ?? maybe). short tempered tho 🙁 its hard to hold down a job bcuz she doesn't put up with people's bullshit, she'd probably do well in politics lmao

orange (he/him) - he was born with an intellectual & physical disability and was very sick as a kid (mostly stayed in the hospital getting heart surgery or whatever) so his family is slightly overprotective of him. they kinda take turns hanging out with him bcuz it isnt really SAFE for him to be alone and bcuz he also doesn't like to be alone (they take turns as in monday is blue's day, tuesday is red's day etc etc and they all do an activity with him and just hang out. their parents obviously did most of the childcare when they were younger and they still have saturday but yknow..... jobs). outside of that he's very funny and adventurous, i think ideally he'd be going cliff diving every weekend but he's mostly just the class clown and he's very good at making his siblings laugh

yellow (he/they) - gay best friend.....?? he's a really sweet and supportive guy and LIVES to hype other people up. super friendly and outgoing. he has a job at like a clothing store in some botique mall. he's so brave bcuz he's like one of the only people in their family who isnt unemployed 🙏 BREADWINNER KING

green (he/him) - introverted and nerdy but he gets confused a lot 😭has like three separate chronic illnesses. reads and sleeps most of the time but he's a sweetie tbh

blue (they/them) - the main character of my Heart <3 (and one of nine actual main characters) not gonna go into their whole character here obvs but they're like the anxious/safe kid and they work at a grocery store. the responsible eldest daughter type vibes despite not being the eldest or a daughter

purple (she/her) - wants to be the most famous influencer in kenya. kinda a diva and obsesses over her appearance. definitely the most popular of the siblings when they were in school in school But she uses her influence for good..... mostly. definitely annoys blue once or twice about using starr for connections, which is not happening in this or any universe <3

they were raised to be very close and protective of each other and their relationship as siblings so they all get along pretty well apart from petty fights like you stole my hairdryer etc whatever. and they all still live together in a Big ass house like theyre fucking cartoon characters. but big families are much more common in objects so its not really that big of a deal, and blue is (mostly) happy to live with them........... Its Complicated

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With the Family Web AU:

I believe you mentioned at one point that Big Mama would set the boys up to go to an actual school, or at least have tutors, but now I can't stop thinking of what kind of students they'd be.

Like Donnie would either be the 'straight A's all the extra credit, over achieving teachers pet' or 'tries to hard, overachiever where everything backfires' both in a near obsessive way

But what about the others?

I think Donnie would definitely be 1, the most excited to go to actual school, and 2, would end up putting so much pressure on himself to do well that he'd end up having a lot of test anxiety. Like he's the smart one, the one that's wanted to go to school since forever. He can't not be good at this.

Raph would probably be anxious too, but not because of tests. He just would walk in on his first day, see an entire classroom of people and realize he's never been to school before. He doesn't know what to expect from them or what the rules are or even the secret social rules. He doesn't want to get in trouble because of something he doesn't know, but he doesn't know anything! He's so worked up for the first week or two that he keeps having to go to school in his human disguise b/c he's just so anxious he can't change back. (I'm starting to think his human disguise can be anxiety and fear triggered, since it's supposed to be a defense mechanism. And school stresses him out so bad at the start he keeps transforming before he leaves the house.) But once the worst of the anxiety calms down, he probably ends up being the quiet kid that the teachers have a hard time getting to talk during class. He's also the teachers' favorite out of the four, no matter how many times Mikey tries to bribe them all with bake goods lol

Mikey takes to the whole thing very quickly. He is an absolute social butterfly immediately making new friends before the first day's even over. The school work itself is a little difficult but Donnie is more than willing to help him with his homework.

Leo immediately descends into 'class clown' territory. I think school makes him nervous (b/c book learning and sitting still has never really been his strong suit) so, in true Leon fashion, he hides those nerves with an unending stream of jokes. It also has the added bonus of distracting Raph from his anxiety with the normalcy of scolding a misbehaving little sibling lol. I don't think he takes school very seriously? Like, by then, they've defeated a demon and fought off the Krang. School seems boring in comparison.

I'll add CJ in here too b/c yeah, if the turtles are going to Yokai school, Mama probably signs him up for it too.

But CJ is probably in between Raph and Leo as far as his school experience goes. He's definitely a bit anxious and quiet, but has a hard time taking it seriously when he lived through an apocalypse and time travel.

Hopefully all that makes sense lol.

But thank you!