#jasmin's junk

[thegardengrows-infrozenrain]

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[thegardengrows-infrozenrain]

it took seven hours and three french fries but they did eventually manage to get him and his dollar store-ass crocodile tail out of that swamp

and yes he absolutely painted over that sign himself. that's what the stains are. (well, that and mud. can't really crawl around in a creek pretending to be a croc without getting at least a lil dirty)

alt ver, with unedited sign:

[zeestarfishalien]

Unwanted Farewells

[Day 5 DPxDC Week: Jason Todd // Soulmate AU // Funeral Rites ]

• Anger Management ship (Jasmine Fenton x Jason Todd) No relevant warnings beyond the usual DP stuff

Jazz has always had it the worst. Danny might have been the one to die but Jazz is the one who lost not only her soulmate, but her little brother too. It doesn’t matter that he’s still around, he knows the grief weighs on her sometimes. She overcompensates by being a massive mother hen and general pain in the neck but he tries not to get too upset with her about it.

With Dani with an “i” fresh out of high school and Jazz’s birthday coming up soon, he wants to do something special. He spends a lot of time bribing Ghost Writer in order to research his idea out.

It’s probably the most time and effort he’s put into a project that wasn’t about space.

Proposing the idea to her is the one big thing this all hinges on. He’s not 100% sure she’ll be on board with this but he’d like to try.

And trying is what kicks off the first part of his plan. It’s a little awkward to bring up the fact that he doesn’t have a grave and would like one. It’s almost physically painful to see the grief it brings to Jazz’s eyes. She tries to hide it but Danny has always been able to read her better than he lets on. It’s part of the process though. He needs her to see how this goes and feels. How it’s a celebration of life and honoring those who have passed and not just a somber reminder to the living of what they’ve lost. He needs her to see what it means to him. And what it would mean to her soulmate.

He makes the grave marker of course. They’re not about to buy one when he has the strength and abilities to carve it out himself. He makes sure that it’s vague unless you know him. No names, no identifying markers like age or dates. It’s simple and meaningful for him.

{May he rest here between walks among the stars, our friend and brother beloved}

From there it’s pretty much all fun and games. Literally.

Same brings the games while she has Tucker pack out the food. It’s a combination of some of Grandma Ida’s homemade desserts and various junk foods. Even Tucker brings some cookies his mom helped him figure out how to make.

Jazz is in charge of the drinks while Danny and Dani handled all the decorating. It’s a combination of solidified ectoplasm, his ice, and various flowers they’ve gathered and strung together in a flower chain.

It’s a smashing success and he sees something in Jazz release. Some niggling worry or grief she carried that is no longer there.

Now, he decides, it’s time for part two.

What throws part two for a loop is when Dani with an “i” brings up that she’d like a grave and proper funeral rites as well.

It’s not a setback. Definitely not when he sees how much more relaxed and content Jazz is at Dani with an i’s wake.

It’s only a couple days from her birthday when he brings it up. The funeral practices for soulmates are as varied as they are sacred. He proposes her options via a PowerPoint he put far too many hours into.

By the time he finishes rambling, she’s got this sort of startled look on her face.

He twists his shirt in his hands as he stands awaiting her judgement. The longer she’s silent, the more convinced Danny is that she’ll reject the whole thing and not talk to him for a month.

Okay, maybe a week but still a week is a long time.

Suddenly Jazz is crying and oh ancients he’s really messed up this time. She’s not even mad just straight up upset by his offer.

But then she’s hugging him, telling him she loves him, and thanking him.

It’s not as hard as Danny feared to actually track down the location of a Jason Todd who died before Jazz reached 16 (she never wanted to look him up before, didn’t want to know what she was missing) and the day before her 25th birthday Danny, Dani, and Jazz all pile into her little car to make the drive to Gotham, homemade foods in tow.

Danny and Dani made sure to swipe one of Vlad’s special rich dude credit cards to fund their trip and the stop at multiple flower shops to get enough flowers to make flower chains and crowns for all of them.

It’s closing in on evening, the day of Jazz’s birthday when they finally roll up and upload everything. They didn’t bring any lights, but none of them really need much light to see for eating food and drinking sodas. Jazz brought some jasmine tea and an extra cup to place on Jason’s grave. They make a funky, dark evening of it, but finally Jazz grows more somber and keeps taking long looks at the gravestone so Danny and Dani decide to make themselves scarce.

They’re about halfway across the cemetery when out of the shadows steps the looming menace of Red Hood.

“The fuck are you doing at that grave?”

It’s not his voice or his tone, but the sub vocal ghost speak that makes Danny and Dani freeze up ramrod straight.

That’s a revenant and they’re trespassing on his resting place without permission.

So of course like any sane person, Danny says something stupid. But he just can’t believe out of all the ridiculous coincidences to exist in the world, that Jazz’s soulmate is undead like him seems just too far to believe.

“Jason?”

Almost late despite having the day off work bc I had to go shopping and bc of where I live, shopping is essentially a full day affair. This is shorter than I’d like it but I also kinda enjoy where it ends XD imagine their next moments however you please or feel free to add onto this.

[kelcemenow]

As The Snow Falls - Chapter 1.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1007

Warnings Nothing much in this first chapter, just setting the scene!

CHAPTER 1

You took a deep lungful of cool, fresh air as you looked up at the beautiful wooden lodge in front of you. You dropped your bag next to your feet and shielded the bright sunlight from your eyes as you took in more of the sight.

A gentle squeeze of your shoulder interrupted you, "It's gorgeous isn't it?"

You smiled to Kylie, "Oh man, yeah. You're so lucky!"

"We don't get here as much as we'd like to but hopefully that will start to change." She raised her voice and leaned her head back towards her husband.

"Yeah, sure." Jason was struggling to carry the vast amount of luggage from the trunk, "Hey, honey? You wanna help me out here?"

Kylie laughed and jogged back to the truck before stopping and waving down another vehicle of vacationers, quickly disappearing in the opposite direction to guide them into the driveway. Jason hung his head and groaned.

"Hey, I got you." You smiled as you made your way closer to him, grabbing the handle of a bag that was slowly slipping from his grasp, "She's just excited!"

You had met Jason in your classes at college and you two quickly became close, forming a solid friendship group with friends Jasmine, Marc and Amie. You were all incredibly proud of Jason's successful football career and together, you would try to catch as many of his games as you could. Conflicting dates and locations would sometimes be a problem so you had all agreed to meet at least once a year for a big weekend reunion. It was Jason's turn this year to organise the trip this year and along with Kylie, arranged an incredible stay in their ski lodge in Vail.

"Yeah well, there'll be no skiing for me when I break my back carrying all of her junk!"

You laughed and grabbed a few more bags, placing them down in the snow at the door to the house.

"Hey girl!" Jasmine sang as she ran towards you with her arms outstretched.

You pulled her in for a tight hug, "Hi! How are you? It's been forever!"

As you pulled back, she brushed some hair from her face, "Oh, I know. I'm so busy with shoots and runways and brand deals, it's insane!"

"Well, you can tell me all about it over a drink later, why don't you bring your bags in and grab a room." You called out to her as she made her way back to the car. Your eyes landed on Amie and Marc who were chatting with Jason, so you walked back towards the truck.

"Honestly guys, it'll be fine." Jason mumbled.

You furrowed your brow, "What's up?"

Amie threw her arm around you, "Oh, just Princess Jasmine driving me crazy the whole way here."

"And speaking of driving, she didn't even touch the wheel. Me and Amie had to do it all. 13 hours, Y/N...13 hours." Marc rolled his eyes.

You giggled, "Oh, come on guys, was she that bad?"

"Fashion week this, photoshoot that...I saved people's lives at work last week but do I brag about that?" Amie shook her head.

Marc laughed as Jason handed you another bag.

"Drink, anyone?"

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You relaxed back into the large red leather Chesterfield armchair by the crackling fire, cradling a steaming mug of hot chocolate topped with a generous shot of rum.

"Well, I think you guys should've won, it wasn't a holding. The ref didn't make the right call at all." Marc shrugged his shoulders.

Kylie hissed through her teeth, "Oooh, don't let Trav hear you say that!"

"Yeah, it's a good job he can't make it this weekend." Jason took a sip of his drink as he pulled Kylie closer into him.

You smoothed your blanket down over your knees, "Oh, did you invite him?"

"Yeah, I thought it would be cool, but he's got some event or something tonight. It's a shame, it would have been cool." Jason said.

Amie wiggled her eyebrows, "It would have been cool for Y/N."

You sighed and took a large sip from your mug.

"Wait, what?" Kylie squealed.

You rolled your eyes, "It was one drunken kiss back in college, which can I remind everybody was, like, a century ago!"

Kylie giggled as Jason smiled at you, "Trav had a little crush back in the day."

The group laughed loudly and you could feel your cheeks burning, "Oh, stop it Jason! It wasn't a big deal, it was in a game of truth or dare and we were just kids!"

"Aww, leave Y/N alone!" Amie shouted above the clamour.

"Amie, you brought it up!" You laughed.

The sound of footsteps diverted your attention to the top of the staircase when Jasmine was adjusting her silk dressing gown.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?"

Amie raised her eyebrows, "Maybe because you're wearing that! Go and put something on that will stop you from catching pneumonia."

Jasmine opened her gown as she descended the stairs to reveal a short silk chemise, her bottom lip protruding into a pout, "But it's cute!

You smiled and lifted your blanket, "Come on Jas, you can share my blanket."

"Thanks babe! So, what are we talking about?" She skipped over towards your chair and snuggled up next to you.

You opened your mouth before anyone else could, "Oh, just Jason's brother Travis who can't make it this weekend."

Jasmine lifted an eyebrow and looked over to Jason, "I didn't know you had a brother?"

Marc lifted his head from the back of the couch, "You really do live in your own little world, don't you?"

A gust of cold air flew into the room as the front door opened and a tall, broad man stepped in. He was wearing dark sunglasses and a black beanie hat, a smartly trimmed beard adorning his chin. Jason immediately leapt up from the couch and ran towards him as your heart skipped a beat.

"Alright now! Y'all can't have a party without me!"

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[novankenn]

Broken Slumber (1/?)

/==/

A mare is a malicious entity that walks on people's chests while they sleep, bringing on nightmares. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mare_(folklore))

(A/N - As I looked further into it Nightmares, which are also known as Mare or Mora. These are all beings that cause bad dreams, and sleep paralysis while draining the lifeforce/vitality of their victims. So this story will cover a generalization of all those entities.)

/==/

Jaune was exhausted. The trip to Vale had been more arduous that he had expected. Yet, it had been necessary. It was an act of rebellion against the gilded cage his family subjected him to. While his sisters adored and doted upon him... his parents were another matter. It had been in his fifteenth year that his... nature had been revealed to him.

The reason behind him having to sleep in a well lite room. The reason why his favorite tree with the knotted and entwined branches, that loved to climb into was cut down. He and his twin had suffered VTS, or Vanishing Twin Syndrome. He had a potential brother or sister that had died in his mother's womb, and had been reabsorbed by him.

It was a rather macabre and frank talk with his parents, but that was not the end of the conversation. Jaune's mother Jasmine was a believer in the old stories. Often decorating the home with talismans designed to repel malevolent entities. In fact Jaune's room was cluttered with the homemade things.

Jasmine informed her only son that he had been born cursed circumstances. That was a statement Jaune had found very odd, but she had continued, much to jaune's and his father, Nicholas' displeasure. Jasmine explained that under normal conditions such a curse would have twisted Jaune into a werewolf. That was an idea that jaune found completely laughable. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts! Those were all fiction!

Jasmine undeterred, by her only son's lack of belief, continued...

"The death of your twin has cursed you in another way." Jasmine explained. "Unlike most males, for some reason you now to the spirit realms are seen as a female."

"Bullshit!" Jaune yelled at his mom. "That's utter fucking bullshit!"

"Jaune, don't speak to your mother like that!" admonished his father.

"You don't believe this crap do you dada?" Jaune asked. "Spirits, ghosts! I could have been a werewolf?"

"Jaune, whether I believe or not, is not the point."

"Really? REALLY?" Jaune yelled.

"Strange things happen around you and with you Jaune." Nicholas informed his son. "Things that can not be explained."

"Is that why I have to sleep with the lights on? Why I have all this junk hanging around my room? you know how embarrassing it is to have a potential friend over and them to see this shit!"

"Jaune, you need to listen and be on guard. You are not responsible for the circumstances of your birth, BUT they are affecting you!" Jasmine pleaded with her son, trying to get him to understand, or at least listen.

Jaune scoffed and before his parents could stop him he stormed off. Disappearing into the vast family home, and eventually sneaking out and into the barn. It was out there hidden from his family, he spent a restless night, and made his plan. He was going to leave. Make his way to Vale and out from under his family's unrelenting observations.

"It took three years, but I did it." Jaune commented to himself, as he secured himself a cheap motel room. Jaune felt somewhat guilty to run as he did, but he also felt vindicated, and finally free.

The trip to Vale had been twisted, convoluted, and took much longer that he had originally anticipated. Though it had worked in his favor, or at least he assumed it did. But he was also nagged by the... occurrences that followed him during the whole trip. Animals being wary of him. Some of his travelling companions waking up utterly drained and listless. Whispers of bad dreams, and nightmare afflicting those around him.

But he pushed those thoughts from his mind. They were just... coincidences. Nothing more. The drivel his mother believed in was pure fantasy. Nothing more. Taking a deep breath he sat down the bed nearest the door of his cheap room. He needed a plan. His meager savings wouldn't last forever, he need a way to support himself.

"There's not much I can do, but look for a job." Jaune mumbled to himself, and then sighed, as he realized that he wouldn't have many options for work. With his age and lack of formal education in any of the career paths that would best allow him to support himself.

Rising from the bed, he left his room. He would need a couple of things before starting his job search. A newspaper, and a new sim-card for his scroll. The scroll that he hadn't used in weeks, out of paranoia that his family would try and trace it.

An hour or so later, Jaune returned to his pitiful lodgings. A rolled up paper under his arm, and his freshly reactivated scroll in his hands. Prior to swapping the sims, he did text his mother. Letting her know he was safe, and guiltily informing her, that he was in Vale. He couldn't help adding that. As much as his mother's beliefs b othered him, she still loved him, and deserved to know why he was safe.

Before they could send a reply, he swapped the cards, and activated his new number. He still had their contacts, and would reach out to them again once he proved he could take care of himself, and that their worries were unfounded. Sitting down on the edge of the bed nearest the door, Jaune began his search for employment.

As Jaune was beginning his employment search, a small meeting was being held at Beacon, in the headmaster's office.

"So with the particulars of applicants and the format of this initiation settled, let's move on to other business." Ozpin informed Glynda, his Deputy Headmistress. "I understand we have a few staff positions to fill?"

"We do." Glynda replied. "The maintenance staff would like some additional staff. Preferably apprentices. As well Mrs. Primrose has requested some assistance with the library."

"Let's reach out to the trade schools, about the apprentices, as for the library... did she have any specific requirements for the position?"

"Just that they should be energetic, driven and love to read." Glynda replied, "She feels that someone interested in literature and books would be an overall better asset."

"Okay, then let's issue a general request for applications. She can help with the screening process."

"Should we specify and closing date?"

"A week?"

"That should be sufficient." Glynda answered. "I'll draft an advertisement and have Mrs. Primrose review it prior to posting it publicly."

"Alright. If there is nothing else, I would say we're done for the day."

While the meeting at Beacon was wrapping up, Jaune tired from scanning job postings, and want ads, tossed the paper and his scroll onto the second bed, before laying down and getting comfortable. He was tired, and wanted to have a bit of a rest, before getting something to eat.

Jaune's eyes closed, and his breathing grew relaxed and steady. Sleep had overtaken him. Time slowly ticked by, and as Jaune's slumber deepened, a slight misty form arose from him. It floated away from the bed, solidifying slightly, but still very much misty in overall composition.

The apparition moved further from the bed, and Jaune's sleeping form, it's featured solidifying further, until to an casual observer a more feminine version of the resting young man was standing at the window of the cheap apartment. It paused there, as if silently consider some choice, before floating forward and vanishing through the wall.

/==> Jaune's of the Monster-Verse Collection <==\

[breedingbigger]

🌸 introduction 🌸

hu! my name is jasmine 🌸

new to nsfw tumblr!

i'm an 18 year old girl with a fetish for pregnancy, breeding, body contrast, and being used by older men 💞

my dream is to have a man twice my age take away my virginity and use me as his housewife and baby factory 🍒

i am also a feedee 🌸 i have been gaining in secret ever since i joined tumblr and found feederism in 2021. I gained a little weight from lockdown (went from 100 lbs to 140 in 6 months) and heard of feederism through oomf. I am now 240 pounds at 5'5! My parents don't approve so I have to stuff in secret but I have a job to buy myself junk food without them knowing. I'm the fattest in my friend group and two of them have started talking about it more bc I've been buying more food with money from work. They got gym memberships for christmas and look so hot and skinny and it makes me look even fatter in comparison. I want to find a feeder to breed me and make me so fat they ask you what's wrong with me or a skinny girl to make me eat her food for her while she stays thin and I get obese.

I am japanese, mexican, and white 🌸 I'm bisexual 🌸 I have long black hair with side bangs (y2k) 🌸 I have big brown eyes with long eyelashes 🌸 I have my ear lobes and cartilage pierced and I will get more or less piercings you want 🌸 Girly fashion (size XXL) 🌸 full lips 🌸

Into: pregnancy and breeding, extreme feederism, age gaps, ddlg, free use, skinny girls who bully me, size contrast, eating my skinny friends food to take away the calories, hypnosis, hyper pregnancy, hucow, roleplay, patriarchy, cnc, dirty talk, anything you want

Not into: submissive partners

[esoteric-chaos]

Working with Technology Deities

{My post is Cross Posted from The Cobalt Athenaeum aka my original post}

This is all largely UPG and SPG based.

Technology deities are a type of egregore, you can call them a pop culture deity if that feels better. They are the embodiment of the tech domain itself. A primordial being, at least in the way I work with them. They have no faces, names or gender to me. They just are their domain and energy itself. Incredibly powerful in their own right. They can be found the same way a pop culture deity can be, you can see more in our Sister Server Westruun (the blue one) aka The Cobalt Athenaeum.

How Do I Work With a Tech Deity?

You can work with them like any other deity, the largest difference is incorporating them into your tech magic. Are you a streamer? A YouTuber? Or even a blogger? Perhaps work with the Algorithm god. They rule over (in my personal experience) the Algorithm, wisdom, confidence, perception, and change. They can help you boost your numbers, your presence, boost confidence and much more. Incorporating them into your life would surely aid you in your goals.

Make a space for them, build a relationship, make offerings and petition them. You will not regret it.

Tech Deity Examples and Correspondences

I’ve worked with a deity of a social media site and the deities listed below. I will not be posting everything and everyone's correspondences I have worked with, I believe it is important to base your own correspondences and this will be a sample but you can get a general idea from here. These are all my correspondences from working with them. You can use the same ones listed or feel out your own when you meet them.

Algorithm Deity God Of: The Algorithm, wisdom, perception, change, confidence Plants & Trees: Basil, Clary Sage, Maples Elements: Air Celestial Body/Planet: Mercury Scents and Incense: Clary Sage, Ginger, Peppermint Stones & Gems: Tigers eye, Lapis Lazuli Tarot card: The Fool Colours: Light blue, grey, red Candle Colour: Bold Red Offerings: Coffee, caffeinated teas, water, sugar (quick rush), carbs (energy), omega 3s (brain food) Things to use to work with them: analytical data, statistical data, copy of information for social platform, goals. How you can work with them: To grow your social media presence, and data studies, to learn how to be less resistant to change as well as to be, look and appear more confident.

Cloud Deity God Of: All known, unknown and held information on the internet, knowledge, memory, balance (both destructive and non-destructive knowledge) Plants & Trees: Rosemary, Thyme, Cacti, Cedar, Ferns Elements: Water Celestial Body/Planet: Saturn Scents and Incense: Rosemary, Jasmine, cedarwood Stones & Gems: Turquoise, Red Jasper, Sapphires Tarot card: Magician Colours: purple and pink Candle Colour: Purple Offerings: Herbal teas, water, omega 3s (brain power), savoury, spicy Things to use to work with them: Memory stick, notes, notebook, photos, computer, phone, books, camera How you can work with them: Memory recall, sourcing information, retaining information, studying, school, balance in your life

Web Deity God Of: The internet, duality (positive and negative), change, expression Plants & Trees: Fungai, Palm Trees, marigolds Elements: Fire Celestial Body/Planet: Sun Scents and Incense: Orange, Rosemary, Cinnamon Stones & Gems: Amber, Obsidian, fluorite Tarot card: The World Colours: Yellow, Orange, Green Candle Colour: Orange Offerings: Alcohol, water, sweet, spicy, carbs, any junk food Things to use to work with them: Electronics that can access web pages How you can work with them: Finding duality in the world, working with them via searches and teachings, how to stop resisting change, self-expression

Conductor Deity God Of: Electricity, power, energy, action, travel, courage & fear Plants & Trees: Oak Trees, sugarcane, lemon trees, Lemon balm Elements: Electricity Celestial Body/Planet: Venus Scents and Incense: Orange, lemon, Ginger Stones & Gems: Quartz, Citrine, sunstone Tarot card: Swords Colours: Yellow, white, gold Candle Colour: Yellow or Gold Offerings: Coffee, alcohol, water, soups, fruits and veggies, carbs, protein Things to use to work with them: Battery, anything electronic, metals How you can work with them: Powering wards, spellwork and yourself. Action-based plans and spellwork, exercise and general movement, travel, working on self-courage and fears.

This is a highly controversial topic and quite frankly I will not have any arguing on this post. If you simply do not believe in this? Move on. If it's not harming anything or anyone why do you care? The answer is you don't. I will block you from my page if I see anything. General discussion is fine, but being nasty? No.

Would you be interested in the rest of my posts? Check out the Masterpost.

Blessings,

Juniper

[alyswritings]

“ hey, hey, it’s okay, relax. i’m not about to nag you for skipping out on curfew, alright? have you eaten anything? because i saved you a plate, and it’s in the oven if you want it. With jj x sister!reader

JJ is relaxing on the pull out couch on the chateau, flipping his lighter around in his hand. He looks up when the door opens and he watches his sister walk in.

"Hey." JJ softly greets, trying not to scare her. He fails, however, the girl jumping at the voice. "Sorry." He sheepishly smiles.

"Wha-- what are you doing up?" Y/N asks.

"Just... hanging out." JJ says, sitting up. "How was the, um, the movie?"

"Good. It-it went a little longer than expected. And-- and then Jasmine and I ended up just sitting in her car and talking for a bit and-and I didn't mean to lose track of time, really. I just-- I-- I meant to text, but my-my phone was dead and I know you want me back before too late cause of druggies and psychos and Rafe and I--"

"Hey, hey, hey. Munchkin." JJ puts his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, hey, it's okay, relax." He tells her, getting her to stop rambling. "I'm not about to nag you for skipping out on curfew, alright?"

"You're not?" Y/N asks.

"No." JJ shakes his head. "Have you eaten anything?" He asks.

"Um... n-no." Y/N lightly shakes her head.

"Cool." JJ says.

"Why is that cool?" Y/N asks.

"Because I saved you a plate, and it's in the oven if you want it. Or, you know, whatever crappy junk food you can find it you don't want it." JJ says.

"It's not chicken, is it?" Y/N asks, walking over to the oven. The last time JJ made chicken, he gave everybody food poisoning.

"I stayed away from chicken." JJ promises.

[sichore]

11. Write about your ship waking up together

Pickles considers himself lucky to wake up at all, let alone in a bed. He’s become too accustomed to passing out inches from where his last bottle lies; at the bar, on a table, on his bathroom floor by the toilet covered in vomit and shame.

Waking up with another body by his is a gamble. Sometimes it’s one of the guys after a late night of writing or junk food and movies. Occasionally it’s whichever pair of groupies he took with him; never solo, that was too risky. Rarely, it was –

Well, best not to think about him.

Because he wakes up in cloudlike comfort and with gentle florals tickling his nose – jasmine, right, that’s what she said it was, soft and subtle and good enough to eat. A hint of sandalwood and amber (not the stone, stones don’t have a scent, and he committed all of this to memory like he would his liquors). And, and… shea butter, the earthiness that melts into her skin, sweat and salt and a bit of himself, but it’s not about him, not right now.

Pickles wakes up his own personal heaven wrapped in his arms, plush and gentle and giving an adorable little honk of a snort when he brushes his nose against her shoulder. He smiles and rubs his goatee against her skin, feeling her shift with a little hoot this time.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says softly.

And she makes that little rreh sound like those tiny rain frogs from a documentary they watched that had them laughing so hard they cried.

Pickles almost laughs himself, a harsh huff of air against her shoulder, but he doesn’t want her to wake up. Not just yet. “I love how ya turn into a frog when yer like this.”

“Rreh.”

“I love how ya talk in yer sleep.”

“Hueh.”

“Betcha can’t even tell what I’m sayin’, huh?”

“Hoo.” And she just rubs her face into her pillow, gripping the arm curled around her waist tighter. Pickles’ stomach clenches, hoping that there won’t ever be a day where she jolts away from him, surprised and disturbed by how close she lets him get.

Because she’s precious like this, even if she’d disagree. Even when she gets all hot and damp with her night sweats. Even with the stubble on her legs rubbing against his that she’d say she’s overdue for shaving but Pickles could care less. Even with her bonnet keeping her curls wrapped up that she was so nervous about wearing around him for whatever reason when they started this.

“Hey.” He leans in closer, like he’s whispering secrets to tiny, soft curls at the nape of her neck. “I’m crazy ‘bout ya.”

“Nnh huh.”

“I adore ya.”

“Nuh huh.”

His heart clenches and squeezes and compresses in on itself, a black hole eating itself alive like a colossal ouroboros. “I wanna marry ya.”

“Huuuuuuh huh.” And she keeps on sleeping, and an itsy bitsy teeny weeny part of Pickles almost wishes she heard him, that she’d turn around and make his dreams come true. But for now, he’s content to let her keep dreaming, and just wish he’s included there, too.

Well, for about two minutes longer, until he gets too lonely and starts peppering kisses over her shoulder, until she sighs and groans and stretches out her legs from where they’ve laid tangled with his own all night.

“Wakey, wakey,” Pickles coos, and she whines in reply. “Lemme get them eggs ‘n’ bac-y.”

“Oh, my god,” Jimi groans, sinking back against him. “Didn’t you scramble my eggs enough already?”

“Mm, I like ‘em well done.”

Jimi laughs, and his morning officially starts, bright and beautiful. “Morning, baby.”

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

[Soft OTP Prompts]

[thegardengrows-infrozenrain]

why is No Culture everyone's least fav mm album

like the entire thing (plus bonus songs Empty Hands, Worry, and Cut the String) literally slams SO fucking hard and it's such an injustice to this album to just go "eh it's too pop-y and sounds the same" like what the FUCK are you on about (and more importantly who put you in charge of the mother mother discord)

like go give it a mf listen: https://m.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmDLqYnUzE_TkgjGTxV57_6kDro1uiIJ2

[soob1nn]

MAIN FRIEND GROUP - HOGWARTS DR

THE ENCHANTED UNITY

This special group of friends can be best described as the heart of my social world. They were the ones I spent the most time with, sharing countless moments of laughter, support, and unforgettable experiences. In the tapestry of my life, they held a prominent place, like stars that brighten the darkest of nights, casting a warm and comforting glow over the landscape of my cherished memories.

FREDERICK AUSTING DAFT

Let me introduce you to my best friend, a Gryffindor guy who’s an ace Quidditch chaser in his fifth year at Hogwarts. He’s like a brother to Oliver Wood and the Weasley twins, and the four of them are pretty much inseparable.

What’s incredible about this guy is his boundless passion for Quidditch. Seriously, it’s like he’s got a never-ending stash of Felix Felicis somewhere because his energy levels are off the charts.

And here’s the real kicker: he’s a huge foodie. Seriously, I’ve seen him devour so much junk food you’d think he’d be as round as a Bludger by now, but somehow, he manages to keep it off. It’s a bit of a Hogwarts mystery how he pulls it off.

Beyond all the Quidditch and food madness, he’s just a regular, down-to-earth dude who brings so much positivity into our magical world. Sometimes I want to punch him in the face for all the stupid stuff he does, but we’re lucky to have him around; whether we’re watching a nail-biting Quidditch match or just hanging out, sipping Butterbeer and enjoying a good laugh.

JASMINE SLORA

Jasmine Slora, a proud Slytherin, might not be a big fan of school, but she sure knows how to bring the magic to parties. In her fifth year, she's making a name for herself as a Quidditch chaser, showing her fierce competitive spirit on the pitch.

When she's not chasing Quaffles, you can find her indulging in her creative passions. Jasmine's a talented artist, with a knack for painting and drawing. Whether she's wielding a broomstick or a paintbrush, her dedication to her hobbies shines through.

Jasmine is an open-hearted individual and proudly identifies as bisexual, celebrating love in all its forms. Her unique blend of party spirit and artistic flair adds a touch of enchantment to the Slytherin common room, making her a cherished member of the house.

FELICITY DANKWORTH

Felicity Dankworth, our friendly Ravenclaw scholar in the fifth grade at Hogwarts, is an intellectual powerhouse. She's perpetually engrossed in her books, a dedicated reader with a passion for uncovering the secrets and stories hidden within.

Coffee remains her beloved companion, and you'll often find her sipping it while poring over her studies. It's the fuel that keeps her curiosity alive, even during the longest library sessions.

Felicity's heart is equally captivated by her feline friend, a black cat named Annabeth. This mysterious and affectionate companion has a special place in her life, providing comfort and companionship as she navigates the magical world of Hogwarts.

PENNY HAYWOOD

Penny Haywood and I have been inseparable dorm mates ever since we entered Hogwarts. Not only is she my best friend, but her presence radiates an aura of undeniable cuteness and sheer adorableness that brightens the gloomiest days.

What's unique about Penny is her delightful penchant for sipping on tea while she takes a moment to relax with a cigarette. It's an odd yet oddly charming combination, and it's just one of the many intriguing facets of her personality.

Penny's heart is deeply entwined with the natural world, and her love for both nature and animals is a source of inspiration. She'll often spend her free time in the company of furry and feathered friends, immersing herself in the tranquil beauty of the outdoors.

In the grand tapestry of life, Penny Haywood is like a colorful thread, weaving her passion for tea, her endearing quirks, and her unwavering love for the natural world into a unique and enchanting mosaic that I'm privileged to call my best friend.

[artist-issues]

Hi! I just started following your blog yesterday and have read a good portion of your Disney meta, and I have to say that you are 100% on point with all of it, specially when you are comparing and contrasting the original classic animated films and their live-action remakes. I can't stand those soulless, stiff cash-grabs and how they stain the legacy, message and characters of the original movies and get the point of the movies and characters's personalities and motivations so awfully wrong, it actually infuriates me in a way. People will say that we are way too attached to these movies and that we need to let the newer generations enjoy these new version, but why would you want to introduce the newer generation to a remake of a far superior movie that gets its message across much better and doesn't shoehorn agendas down people's throats? Most of the remakes have done a disservice to the original animated classics and have no grasp of what made them timeless and magical, but the key is in heart, which is what the remakes, for the most part, severely lack. I won't underappreciate all of the people that have worked hard in these movies and I do believe they want to make the best product they can get out, but the problem mainly lies on the people who are part of the story team and the executives at The Walt Disney Company. You made an good point about how the newer Disney Princesses, specifically the ones depicted in the remakes, are more about independence and freedom than love and sacrifice. Like, okay, independence and freedom have been part of their stories to an extent, but it was never the main aspect of it. The essence of Disney Princesses is their heart and soul, how they are willing to see the good in others, how they will sacrifice for those they love, how they will help those in need, how they inspire change in others. That is what a Disney Princess is at her core to me: Love. It's never been about how independent, tough and fierce they can be, even though that can be a part of their character, ofc, but it isn't the main selling point of them for me and many others who truly love and understand these characters. That's the reason, imo, they have always been the pillar and heart of Disney. They represent the ideal of femininity, love, compassion, hope, faith and selflessness; sure, they aren't "perfect", but they are still examples of what we could and should be. That's why it's annoying when people criticize and attack them. They aren't ditzy, useless and weak hot prizes for a prince; that's such a gross interpretation of them that's far from true; their external beauty accentuates their internal beauty. That's the whole point. The princes fight for them because of their love, their nurture, their kindness, their selflessness, etc., not simply because they are pretty or whatever. I know this has gotten too long, but given that you are used to writing long passionate posts on these topics just like me, I don't think my "mini-meta-rant" will bother you too much hahaha. Keep up doing your own thing <3

Thank you! This is very kind! I like a lot of your blog’s content, too!

Yeah, I work with kids, and one of them was telling me that her favorite movie is Live Action Aladdin. And I was floored. Then she said “and it’s so much better than the original!” And then I was mad.

Because what Disney is doing is changing the values that the stories and characters were invented to represent. So now I’ve got a kid who prefers the version of Jasmine who isn’t all about faith—she’s all about empowerment. So. Not only is she learning a completely different (and worse) life lesson from a character who used to teach a great lesson, but her tastes are getting developed toward cinematic junk food.

What Disney is doing is pasting over their old characters’ values. And they’re getting the newer generations used to a low standard for storytelling. Those are two major, culture-shaping parts of a kid’s development—what they value, and what they have a taste for. It’s just all-around bad, and everyone is right to be up in arms about it, including you!

Anyway, thank you very much for your kind words!

[floridakilo]

I’m really enjoying Shrine so far. It’s a perfect fit for Junkie Scholar Press and I would love to see more novel(la) length works published through the press. How did you and Jasmine Ledesma get in contact and reach the point of your press publishing her?

thank you! and originally when i started junkie scholar press i just did a general call for submissions of any variety on tumblr, but then decided to focus on the journal for awhile because a lot of people were sending in stuff that was very short and i thought it would be best to start a journal… so in this case an excerpt from the novella was published in junk vol i first, and then this summer the full text

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I cannot make a master list about me. So I will post.

As I am almost 30 I changed a lot since young. I used to love coffee, hot chips, and junk food and fast food.

Now, I don't like coffee anymore. I only like purple taro boba tea. I don't like other boba flavors. I couldn't get into it. I am starting to like milk and white chocolate. Since my friend has been giving me chocolates to feel happier. Dark chocolate is too bitter for me. I am getting tired of pizza. I am starting to like medieval food. I like eating healthy minus salads. I want my vegetables to be cooked and seasoned.

I used to like pink and blue as a kid. I now like teal and green.

Aurora and Jasmine used to be my favorite Disney princess and Heroines. Now these are these I like and inspire to be.

And Belle and Alice.

Imagination rocks. But, my favorite role model is Anne Shirley by Meagan Follows.

Since I am bipolar

I am like Persephone. I have contradictory likes...

I love dark heavy rain with thunder and lightning. Gloomy skies but not all the time. Then I love spring. Not to sunny or too gloomy. Autumn and spring are my favorite seasons

And I love plants and nature. Like flora from winx club. I like pieces of earth uncharted and untouched by man. I wish I could explore the hidden world.

I sometimes am a misanthrope. I hate humans and society most of the time. I like fictional humans.

That is why I love writing fan fiction

[luucypevensie]

🐰 + yasmin!!!

OMG, MY SOPHISTICATED QUEEN! THANK YOU SM LEAF!

1. Their berserk button: Yasmin goes absolutely NUTS when someone purposely mispronounces something from her culture. It’s tiring having to always correct someone when they’re butchering the pronunciation of a word that’s not English, but it’s even WORSE when they’re doing it to be rude

2. Why their name was chosen: Yasmin’s parents wanted a name that honored their Iranian/Persian culture, and yet they also wanted it to be somewhat unique. One day, while walking in the park, her mother saw some jasmine flowers growing in a secluded area and she remembered that there was a Persian version of the name Jasmine. She talked to Yasmin’s father about her epiphany, and thus Yasmin was chosen

3. Their favorite 2020s song: willow by Taylor Swift

4. Their biggest fear: That she will always be known as “the rich girl” and no one will pay attention to the accomplishments she has done that money had nothing to do with

5. One turn-on of theirs: Treating people with kindness

6. Their go-to sleepover activities: Yasmin loves a good karaoke session; she has a really cool setup, and it’s such a blast when everyone’s singing along to Love Shack or Thriller. Afterwards, she tells everyone to get into their pajamas because they’re going to do their nails, put on face masks, and eat junk food while watching some good romcoms

7. What candle they’d get at Bath & Body Works: Yasmin adores the Tiki Beach candle; it has all her favorite smells from vanilla to orchids, though it’s a limited edition candle (but that just means she stocks up on it, so she can always have that scent on her)

8. A moment where they reached their breaking point: Definitely witnessing Kurt getting harassed by Karofsky; she was just so sick and tired seeing people she cared about being treated like dirt and nobody doing a thing to help, and seeing Kurt being shoved for no particular reason at all made her snap

9. Whether they’re organized or slobby: Oh, Yasmin is organized. VERY well-organized

10. Their favorite feature about themselves: Her poise

[petitmonde]

hello eli my love i'm thinking about catsco today !!!! do you have any catsco thoughts to share? <3

Belated Catsco thoughts to my lovely Gi.

Daya goes all in on making sure Bosco is fed well. She doesn't believe in kibble and all other kinds of junk, and likes to feed Bosco a raw diet. Something Bosco appreciates immensely.

Still, Bosco can't help that she craves human food. She isn't above begging for it like any cat would.

The most spoiled cat, actually. Daya builds her the craziest of contraptions with the help of Jasmine. She doesn't spare any expense at giving Bosco something she can enjoy.

Bosco rarely lets Daya be alone when she's at home. Whatever she's doing, Bosco is there. Not always in her lap, but oftentimes she is.

While Bosco doesn't entirely care for watching the TV shows Daya puts on for her when she's gone, it is a good piece of distraction from her boredom. Of course Daya leaves it on Animal Planet, under the assumption that Bosco would like looking at birds.