#kayla’s dumb ideas

[starryevermore]

mm okay but wolffe x medic!reader x hunter love triangle 😫

[todayisafridaynight]

Morning! I'm here to harass you. 🤭

Hangover status?

And how vivid is the memory of stream? 🤣

GOOD MORNING STARS you could never harass me 😤

and LIKE I SAID DURING STREAM i never get hangovers !!!!!!! ive also been awake since like. 4AM so even if i did get one i'd prob be fine by now LOL

and trust. i remember. Everything from stream.

[kaleuh]

boys are just . not real

[jennay]

Come Back Home

Jolly x reader

An: Random idea I had that I got stuck on and required way too much help from @a-villain-vying-for-attention then decided to make her a character since she basically came up with the ideas and I wrote it. Lol thanks for being my shadow writer for times when my brain decides it's done thinking.

Words 2200

Jolly Master List

This is chunked into four sections bear with me. I hate transitional writing 😂

"Please don't tell them. They'll just worry, and next thing you know, they'll be at my door, and it's just not the right timing for me to come back. I need to finish my work here, and it's not completely horrible. I think I just miss everyone, and I feel isolated." You admit over Facetime to your best friend, Kayla. "It just wasn't supposed to be like this. “Moving away from you guys was literally one of the worst decisions I've made."

Kayla sighs, "I don't mean to say I told you so, but I did." She laughs, "But the worst part is, Noah told you, Jolly told you, and you still just said bye bitches. Do you know how sad it is not to have you here? I have to deal with them all the time, by MYSELF."

You peel yourself off the couch, dragging your feet through the dining room and to the back door.

You brace yourself for the inevitable assault of the sun, but it still hurts like hell when you open the door and get blasted by its rays. "Fuck." You groan. "It's bright." You squint your eyes and cover them with your hand as you stumble to the camping chair you set up on your porch for such occasions. You hated the daylight. You wished you could be a nocturnal creature, but sadly, you had to pretend to be a responsible adult, even if you sucked at it.

"Wow, look at you, Dracula." She mocks you from the other side of the video call. "You look like you're about to die over there, paler than a ghost and skinnier than a twig. Do I need to come over and feed you some blood? I know it's only been six months, but I will literally come over and mother you to death. I'll bring Noah too, and we'll play house. God knows we need some practice." She flashes a big smile. "You know, for the future and all that jazz."

You laugh, shaking your head, "This is new for you!"

"Yeah, well, now I'm just working on convincing Noah that it's a good idea." She tucks her hair behind her ears. "So I need you to come back because I'm not raising these imaginary kids without their badass aunt."

You roll your eyes at her, "These kids don't even exist yet, so I think we have some time, and besides, I don't know if I'll feel any better moving back. If I have to watch HIM date other people and it not be me…well, I'd rather stay here and suffer in silence."

"Well, he's miserable without you, and why are we not using his name?" She laughs again. "Mopping and shit, constantly.”

You shrug, "I think he's probably fine. I basically threw myself at him and got no reaction. I literally slept in his bed the night before I left." You pause, growing frustrated. "Maybe we're just supposed to be friends; maybe he only sees me as a friend. That's OK. I can't be mad about that, but it always felt like there was something more, you know?"

Kayla groans loudly, "You both suck. If you would've just let me meddle, I could've set you two up."

"I don't want you to set me up! I wanted something natural." You say with all seriousness. "I wanted him to say it."

From behind Kayla, Noah pokes his head into the view, "He's dumb...guys are dumb." He gives you a face that says, duh.

"Well, now I'm here, and I can just say fuck it. I'll find someone here."

Noah's laughter rings through the speaker, "And then break up because all you're gonna do is fucking compare the two and be a whiny baby about how he's not Jolly, so you had to break up? Fuck off, y/n." He chuckles again. "Just come home."

You shake your head, "No. You will have to come to drag my dead body home before I willingly come back."

Noah grabs the phone from Kayla's hand, and you meet with wide eyes. And in a serious tone, Noah says, "Dead or not, at least you'll be home where you belong."

Kayla, Noah, and Jolly were lounging on the couch, munching on some greasy take-out that Noah had ordered from the nearest pizza place. While Jolly was engrossed in the latest episode of Bob's Burgers, Kayla was shooting daggers at him with her eyes.

She couldn't stand the sight of him, acting like nothing was wrong, like he wasn't the reason her best friend wasn't living with them anymore.

Noah noticed his girlfriend's glare and chuckled softly, nudging her elbow with his. "Chill," he whispered in her ear.

"NO!" Kayla shouted, startling both Noah and Jolly. She slammed her food on the coffee table and turned to face Jolly with a furious expression. "I'm sick and tired of pretending like everything is fine. I want my friend back, and if this is what it takes to make you use your brain, then so be it!" She pointed an accusing finger at Jolly, who looked confused and scared. "You need to go get y/n back right now or get on the next flight to Sweden because I can't stand having you around. You make me so mad, both of you, pretending you don't care about each other. She's depressed as shit living there with her fuckin awful family, but she'd rather stay there than come home because of you!" She roughly gets off the couch and storms out of the room, heading for the stairs. "You're such an idiot," she yelled over her shoulder at Jolly.

Noah raised his eyebrows and bit his lip to stop laughing as he saw Jolly's dumbfounded face. Jolly put down his food and looked at Noah with a puzzled expression. "What did I do?" he asked innocently.

Noah shrugs and says, "I think it's more of what you didn't do…"

Kayla comes back down the stairs, holding her food in her hands. She glared at Jolly one more time and flipped him off, then walked out of the room. "Buy the damn ticket!" she screamed from the hallway.

Noah heard the door slam and shook his head. "Well," he said, standing up and grabbing his food. "There's your answer. Bring y/n home."

"How am I supposed to do that?" He loudly asks.

"I don't know but you need to figure it out, Kayla might actually kill you in your sleep."

You grab your coat and head for the door, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for the day ahead. You were going hiking with your sister and her husband, and you couldn't wait to explore the great outdoors with them. As you glance at the clock, you groan in annoyance, realizing you're running late again. You can't help but wonder why you're always so disorganized and frazzled.

You pull the door open, taking a deep breath of fresh air as you step outside. Suddenly, you're nearly choking on air as you see a familiar face staring back at you. Jolly stands there with a backpack over his shoulder, his long hair draped over his shoulders, and a black backward hat covering the top of his head. He's dressed in black skin jeans and a deep red plaided flannel, looking effortlessly stylish and cool.

Your shock disappears as quickly as it came, replaced by annoyance at the sight of Jolly. You can't help but feel irritated that he's here, disrupting your plans for the day. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a little bitter still.

"Hi." He quietly says, looking from you to the ground, feeling awkward. He hadn't planned what he was going to tell you.

"Can I come in?" he quietly asks.

You nod your head, stepping aside. "I was leaving, but I guess this kind of changes my plans," you say, rolling your eyes. "What are you even doing here?" You say as you follow him to the living room. "I've tried so hard not to think about you; I moved states, Jolly, and now you're at my house. Are you trying to make my life hard?" You don't sit down knowing you're too heated to stay in one place.

Jolly doesn't sit on the couch either. Instead, he sits on the armrest, staring at you with confusion and annoyance; he folds his hands in his lap and allows you to continue. Why was everyone so irritated with him? He didn't know what he did in the first place. "What did I do?" He questions.

You're eyes dart back to him. "You treated me like I was special, OK? I thought I was special to you…then, you go and date other people." You say, running out of breath. "Then I dated other people because I thought you didn't want me and I was right, you didn't care at all, but then I dumped them because all I could think about was you!" You dramatically cover your face with your hands, pacing back and forth. You enter your kitchen and stare out the sliding glass door. Your back facing Jolly as he observes you. "I stayed in your bed the night before I left, and you still let me go."

"I thought you were leaving for a job! I didn't want to be the reason you didn't go!" He whines. "You told me you were leaving for a job."

You still don't turn around to look at him, knowing he was right, "I just thought you'd ask me to stay if you really wanted me."

He stands straight, walking toward you; you feel his hands on your shoulders, spinning you around to face him. His dark eyes scan your face, wishing he wasn't the reason you were upset.

He leans in close, his breath warm on your face. "You were always special to me," he whispers, his voice low and sincere. "I never meant to hurt you. I was just confused and scared. I didn't know how to handle my feelings for you. I was afraid of losing you, so I pushed you away. I never stopped thinking about you. I came here to tell you that. To tell you that I'm sorry. To tell you I need you."

Jolly pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours for a sign of forgiveness. He gently cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. He smiles softly, his eyes shining with hope. "Can you give me another chance?" he asks, his voice pleading.

You feel a surge of emotion, a mix of anger, pain, and love. You want to scream at him, to push him away. But you also want to hug him, to kiss him, to hold him close. You're torn between your head and your heart. You look into his eyes, and you see the sincerity and the regret.

You see the man you fell in love with, the man who made you laugh, the man who made you feel alive. You feel your resolve weakening, your walls crumbling. You lean in and press your lips to his, answering his question with a kiss.

"So I'm bringing you home." He smiles against your lips. Pulling back, his brown eyes search yours, "This long distance thing isn't how I want to start this." he gently kisses your forehead.

You nod knowingly, "I guess we should start packing."

Jolly smiles, running his hand through your hair, "I'm pretty sure Kayla has a timer set."

You giggle. "She is absolutely crazy." You lean up, kissing Jolly again. "But it's why we love her."

He nods in agreement, "Plus she's Noah's problem."

With a cautious glance, you gently push the front door open, hoping no one will notice your arrival and ambush you as soon as you enter the house.

You sneak into the living room on your tiptoes, holding Jolly's hand.

Noah and Kayla are so engrossed in the TV show that they don't even look at you.

You pretend to be nonchalant and sit down on the recliner next to them, giving them a hard stare.

Her eyes widen as she realizes who you are, and she jumps off the couch and runs toward you. You're home! This is fucking amazing!" She screams in your ear. "I was expecting you guys to take more time, to be honest…you both suck at directions. I don't know how you managed to drive all the way back here." She laughs as she releases you from her hug and embraces Jolly instead, "Look at you. I can finally be in the same room as you without being pissed off. I'm so proud of you." She jokes with him. "Wow," She scans the room and sees the three of you together. "So, is it official now? Can we all just admit how stupid the two of you were? I mean, come on, you could have just moved down the street instead of moving two states away." She snuggles up to Noah on the couch. "I'm not going through this again. You guys have to sort things out by yourselves from now on." She says and acts like she's dismissing you.

Jolly chuckles, sitting in the recliner; he grabs you and makes you sit on his lap, catching you off guard.

You shake your head light laughter falling from your lips, "Well, I missed you too, dick."

You lean into Jolly's chest and wrap your arms around him, feeling his warmth and heartbeat. You sigh in contentment and happiness, glad to be home with the people who loved you the most.

[toasecretsanta]

From @tsarinatorment for NatureGuardian using the prompt Percy has heart to heart talk with Nico about everything (Happy or ANGSTY)

Nico frowned as he perched on the porch of the Big House, listening to the chaos of the infirmary.  Will had firmly kicked him out, pointing out that due to his early fade out from the battle, he’d been away from Apollo’s summoned miniature plague and therefore hadn’t caught it – and his boyfriend wanted it to stay that way.

Not that Nico could say he particularly minded not being in the thick of things, especially when that involved almost the entire camp’s population sneezing and snivelling so badly that none of them could stay on their feet, but he did mind that Will was running around and treating everyone else near enough solo, what with Kayla and Austin as two of the worst-affected, and Apollo himself being… well.

Will was a much better healer than Lester, even if Apollo clearly cared, and was trying.

Still, Nico wasn’t happy about the whole thing, and the company that had just appeared from the direction of the lake.

“Hey,” Percy said, grabbing one of the porch chairs and spinning it around before straddling it backwards.  His hair was wet, so clearly he’d let it get wet on purpose during his clean-up of the Colossus.  Nico suspected it was to drive away the hay fever fumes.

He grunted back at him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Percy.  Percy had been his hero since he was a kid, even if Nico had managed to shift the hero-worship-crush nonsense his younger self had had on the son of Poseidon.  He just didn’t want to deal with Percy right then.

Or at any point in the near future, really.

“This Apollo thing is a mess,” the older demigod said after a few more moments, obviously not getting the hint that Nico didn’t really want his company right then.

He grunted again, shrugging because Percy wasn’t exactly wrong, and looked back towards the infirmary again.  Occasionally, he could catch a glimpse of Will as he flitted about between beds.

“How’s Will holding up?” Percy asked him.  “Given… well…”  He trailed off awkwardly.

“He’s coping,” Nico muttered.  Badly, he added silently, which was another reason why he didn’t like being banished from the infirmary while Will fretted over everyone else and bossed his turned-mortal dad around.  Will was going to burn himself out and Nico hated the feeling of helplessness he got whenever that happened.

“Ah,” Percy grimaced, apparently hearing the silent addition.  “How about you, Nico?  We haven’t spoken in a while.”

There was no way Percy was dumb enough to not realise Nico didn’t want to have this conversation, but he stayed slouched on his backwards chair as though he didn’t have a clue, and part of Nico wanted to push him off, just to break the cool hero façade Percy had going on.  He’d seen him flailing frantically enough times to know he wasn’t so much a cool hero as just another demigod.

Unfortunately, the annoying little-kid part of Nico that had been making itself known more and more since he’d officially started living at camp and socialising with demigods – occasionally even those whose names didn’t start with Will and end with Solace – still saw Percy as the cool hero, and wouldn’t let him even give Percy a small nudge.

“Surviving,” he said instead.  “Not dissolving into shadows much anymore.”

The smile Percy gave him was genuine, because of course Percy was genuinely glad that Nico wasn’t about to fade from existence.  It was the sort of smile that would’ve made his stomach do backflips and butterflies, and drag yes out of his mouth to everything Percy said a year ago.  Now, it just gave him phantom butterflies, barely there but enough to remind him of what had been, before he’d met Will and discovered what a reciprocated crush felt like.

Discovered the difference between loving someone, and the idea of someone.

“I’m glad,” Percy said.  “Glad that you’re doing better, I mean.  I was a bit worried when I didn’t see you in the fight.”  The phantom butterflies dissolved as Nico’s stomach twisted unhappily at the reminder that he’d been near enough useless in the fight.

Percy, for all that he’d turned up to save the day again, had moved on from camp.  Sure, he dropped by every so often, but everyone knew he was going to Camp Jupiter at the end of the summer with Annabeth.  Nico didn’t blame him for wanting to live somewhere that was near-guaranteed to be safe from monsters taking opportunistic pot-shots, he didn’t.  Besides, another full summer at camp being reminded that he’d once had a crush on the heroic Perseus Jackson sounded like hell.

But Nico was uncomfortably aware that that left him as the camp’s resident Big Three kid, with all the expectations that came with it.  Percy was a front-line fighter, Thalia had been a protective pine tree for years, and Nico…

Well, Nico should be a front-line fighter, except he was also more of a guerilla warrior – or would be, if he could shadow travel without passing out almost immediately afterwards.  He didn’t regret the journey back from Greece with the statue, but he hated what it had done to his ability to travel through the shadows.

He hated how much it worried Will, too.

“I wasn’t needed,” he deflected, which was a lie in as much as his shadow travel had been the fastest way to get the flying chariot away from Sherman’s control, but otherwise true because he hadn’t been. Not when Apollo had already rescued all the demigods and had a plan all sorted that didn’t include him.

He pretended not to see the way Percy’s sea-green eyes darkened in disapproval.  “You’re always needed, Nico,” he said, and Nico scoffed.

“I wasn’t needed then,” he repeated, clarified.  “Apollo had it in hand just fine without me.”

The noise Percy made proved that his excuse wasn’t flying at all.  “No he didn’t,” he said.  “That guy did not have that in hand at all.”  Nico glanced over to see him sending a look at the infirmary, one that was usually reserved for people Percy didn’t really respect much.  “Apollo’s not the worst god, sure,” he continued, “but he’s still…”  He trailed off, scrunching his face up as he clearly tried to search for the word he meant.  “Flighty.  He did help us out once, I guess, but… he was kind of lame every other time I’ve met him.  This week very much included.”

Nico’s one encounter with the godly Apollo had included the first time he’d been treated decently since discovering he was a demigod, and now that the rose-tinted glasses he’d once viewed Percy with had shattered, Apollo’s kindness stood out even more amongst the sea of betrayal, abandonment, and dismissal he’d received that day.

Still, he couldn’t quite disagree with Percy’s assessment.  “I suppose,” he said.  “He’s definitely not the worst, for a god.”  Apollo cared, or was at least doing a very good job of pretending to.  Will was struggling with a lot of the current mortal-god situation, but the one thing he seemed to have accepted without any problems was his dad’s personality, so Nico was inclined to let that point stand unchallenged.  “Or a mortal-god.”

“He was on the front lines,” Percy agreed.  “And isn’t he trying to help Will now?”

Nico snorted.  “Trying to,” he said, not bothering to mention that Apollo was still doing a better job than he would.  Despite Will’s best efforts, he was not a natural at helping patients.

“It’s his own fault if he gets sick,” Percy pointed out, “given he summoned the thing in the first place.”

“As long as it doesn’t make Will ill,” Nico grumbled.  Percy sent him a teasing grin.

“If Will gets sick, you’ll just have to look after him,” he said.  “Not that I think I’ve ever seen Will get sick.”

“It happens,” Nico said shortly, although admittedly whenever he had seen him ill, it had been because he’d pushed himself too hard.

Like he was threatening to do again now.

“You’ll know better than me,” Percy admitted easily.  “In that case, good luck!”  Finally he stood up, kicking his chair to one side haphazardly.  Nico watched him wander towards the Big House, where Rachel’s shock of red curls stood out in the fading evening light.  “You’re good for each other, I think,” he added after a moment.  “I’m glad you’re happy again, Nico.”

Was Nico happy?  Not right then, with his boyfriend stuck with a bunch of ill kids of his own volition.  But overall?

“I’m getting there,” he admitted under his breath as Percy disappeared.  “I’ll get there.”

[pink-koi-lovejoy]

Intro!

Koi Lovejoy

||ROLE-PLAY OC BLOG||

„Hello? Is this thing on? Oh! Hi there, the names Koi. Um… some things about me? Okay!”

Age:16

Camp: My dads live in New Rome but I prefer Camp Half-Blood!

Parents: Complicated. I’m technically an Aphrodite kid and an Apollo kid. 1/4 each, the rest is mortal. My ‘pa is trans so with a bit of mortal science- boom! Here I am

Sign: I’m a Sagittarius ♐️ :D (Borthday is November 27th)

Gender/Sexuality: I’m trans and I’m pan! I am also open to polyamory, but I’d like to stay just me and Oakley for a bit :)

Pronouns: He/They

Relationships: Friends with most of Apollo cabin (+ Nico), and Piper is like a sister to me. Leo is another close friend of mine! Occupation:TAKEN!!!! I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND OAKLEY SMMMM

more under cut :)

Facts!

I have heterachromia! 💛🩵 I play Acoustic guitar and trumpet 🎺 🎸 my favorite color is a light pink and my favorite animal is actually a Beta fish, not a Koi, but they are cool too…

I uhhhh may or may not have matchin collars with Oakley- as a joke bc of my cat form-

I'm never taking it off and um nvm continuing this would be considered tmi <3

People with bracelets (friends, siblings, and loved ones)👇👇

Oakley!! 🍂<3 - @everyones-fav-mailboy

Bill!🌬️- @bill-son-of-boreas

Em! ☀️- @emdabitchass

Leora!! 🌸- @therosesonofaphrodite

Ramona flowers!!!- @witch-trial-survivor

Jack!! 🔥��️- @demigod-jack-hearth

Aurelia! 🦋- @southerndaughterofeos

Mirai!!💀 - @cabin13gal

Kayla! ✨☀️- @apollos-favorite-child

Matteo child of Aeolus and Circe AND Elio son of Apollo (my sons <3) ☁️⭐️- @yourlocalfallenstar

Youngest, Josiah, Middle, Eve, and Oldest Mariner!🩵- @the-matryoshka-dolls

Aiden! I believe he has siblings but I haven’t met them✨- @the-smart-and-the-dumb-one

Zander! 🍇- @the-king-zander

Attempting to be friends with:

(OOC👇👇)

I’ll rp with anyone in my ask box, but to claim a specific role, feel free to ask! PLEASE feel free to add me to any Magic!Anon things that require other people. I love them.

All fake instagram posts are cannon, but do not happen in any specific time frame unless specified by me, the mod!

As usual, if you don’t want to be tagged, just send me an ask and I can remove you!

All of my borders/blinkies/dividers come from these people! @cafekitsune

@thecutestgrotto

(END OOC)

Possible face claims: (to get an idea for what he looks like. Haven’t found an exact one yet.)

(Credit: sleepylittledude on Pinterest)

(cat form, gift from adoptive father [I have three dads? Getting kinda gay here], Jack Hearth <3)

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[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Ok bear with me for this request:

JJK men checking in with you after you both mutually broke up because of “right person wrong time/timing issues” BUT reader at the same time telling them they were thinking of the same thing lately. Basically the timing for reader and JJK guys were falling back into place. A little bit of angst and a lot more fluff 🤍 PLEASE JAY

If this didn’t make sense just ignore it, I’m dumb👼🏽

Today's smau 🙏 thank you Kayla for the great idea

I hope I did it justice 🥹 I feel like I'm horrible with more serious prompts

[theoddcatlady]

Organ Donor

I just wanted to go to college. That’s not too far out there right?

I’m not going to give you the whole rundown of why I had to resort to what I did. All you need to know is that I didn’t want to end up in debt for the next thirty plus years and I needed to get out of my parent’s house as soon as possible.  

I looked up a bunch of ways to make cash quickly. I didn’t want to hurt anyone else to do it, of course. I’m not a psycho. But it took a little less digging and a little more dumb luck. This was about three years ago. I was applying for jobs at a coffee shop when I saw a black van pull out in front of the place.  

Three girls exited the van, I barely recognized one of them as a former classmate named Kayla, she was so pale and unsteady on her feet. But she was beaming. She strode inside and she ordered something up front, but I couldn’t hear exactly what she said.

I was more distracted by the row of black stitches going up her side.  

She was wearing a crop top so they were out in plain sight. I wasn’t able to stop staring. She didn’t seem like she was in pain, but I had no idea how.  

I guess it was on me that she noticed me staring, but she was hardly bothered. She just smiled, grabbed her cup of tea, and headed right for my table. She took her seat and gestured to the scar.

“Hey, it’s ugly, but it’s ten thousand in the bank.”  

I sputtered for a moment but the dollar signs had already flashed in front of my eyes. “What did you do?” I asked, my curiosity peaked.

Kayla sipped her tea slowly. “Mmm, donated a kidney. I could’ve made a lot more from something a teenee bit more vital, but it’ll help put the down payment on a new car!” She said in a manner so casual she could’ve been talking about the weather.

I nearly laughed because I thought she was joking. But then I glanced at those stitches again. “… Are you kidding me?”  

“What, like you haven’t heard of it?” Kayla laughed. “I think most of our classmates have donated something. There’s not exactly much to do for cash in this dying town, and we all need to get out before we drown with it.”

Ten thousand dollars. That would be amazing. “… How do you do it?”

Kayla winked before she took a card out of her pocket. “I thought you might ask. Here, if I invite someone to donate, I basically get commission. Go to the address on the card. Next week, ten PM. Be there on time or you’ll miss your chance.” With that, she threw away her tea and walked out of there.

It’s stupid how easily I went along with it. But I mean, God gives you two kidneys, you don’t really need both. And ten thousand freaking dollars. I’d have to work my ass off for so long to get anywhere close to that, and that wasn’t even considering how odds are my dad would steal my savings again if I left it be long enough.

So I was there, right on time, at the Red Corner bar with a few other people around my age. Kayla was there, it was clear she’d recruited at least three people to come with her if you include me. The rest had clearly done this before, they were showing off their various scars and talking about how much of a cake walk it was. Just go to sleep and wake up with a wad of cash.

The black van pulled up in front of the bar and the window rolled down to reveal a middle aged woman with silver strands in her otherwise black hair. Her white coat was neatly pressed and she was wearing a pink scrub shirt underneath. She just looked like your average doctor you’d go to for a well check.

“All right, it’ll be a busy night if all seven of you are going, so let’s not waste any time. You all ready? Don’t feel bad if you have to back out, there’s no shame in it.”

I glanced around to see if anyone looked hesitant. The other two newbies did look scared, but the confidence was just oozing off of the people who’d done this before. I wondered what else they could donate since they’d already likely parted with an organ. At the time, I assumed blood or maybe skin.  

“Well, all right. Hop on in, I have water ready but snacks will wait until the operation is over.”  

We all clambered into the van, which had no seats so we all just had to sit on the floor. The woman handed us all water bottles. “For all you first timers, I’m Dr. Harris. I’ll likely be operating on one or two of you tonight, my associates will handle the rest. It’s all right to be a little nervous, but I promise there’s no risk in this,” She said before she pulled into the street and began driving us someplace else.

I cleared my throat after taking a long drink. “Isn’t there always some risk with donating an organ?” I asked.

Dr. Harris laughed and glanced back at me. “Not the way I do it. You’ll wake up tomorrow morning feeling like nothing is wrong, you’ll immediately be able to go back to your daily activities. Kayla, dear, the forms are tucked in the box back there. Hand those out so we know what we’ll be taking tonight,” She said.  

Kayla popped up two thumbs before she started digging through a cardboard box and threw papers at all of us, along with a couple pens. It was a pain in the ass to read the whole thing, since the van was dark and I’d only get the occasional glimpse of light from passing street lamps. Still, I got just enough to be able to check off my ‘l. kidney’ on the list of organs I wanted to donate.  

I expected to be taken to some shady warehouse full of sinister people armed with scalpels. Instead, the van pulled up to a rather comfortable looking home in your average suburbia. Dr. Harris escorted us to the backyard, where we entered a walk in basement that had been transformed into an operating theater. Everyone else down there looked just as professional as Dr. Harris, surgeons slipping on masks and gloves or washing their hands.

“All right, let’s get the newbies out of the way first.” Dr. Harris rested her hand on my shoulder. “I think I’ll be operating on you. Come on, let’s get you ready.”

I was let into a side bathroom where I dressed into a surgical gown. I’d never been operated on before then, I didn’t know what to expect.

I did get an inkling something wasn’t quite normal when I was sat down on the table and given a red liquid to drink by a man I assume was like a nurse. It had no taste, I might as well have been drinking air. I laid down on the table as I was hooked up to all the machines and a mask was placed on my face.  

Strangely I felt no fear as I was told to count backwards from ten. I didn’t even make it to six before I was out for the count.  

Since I’m writing this, I’m sure you guessed I woke up the next morning. Along with all the other operatees, we’d been put in a guest bedroom on the main floor. Nothing felt out of place, I felt no pain. I removed my gown to check out if I’d even really been operated on.  

But there was that line of stitches up my side, and although I felt fine, I scared myself half to death when I looked in the mirror and saw how pale I was.

Dr. Harris treated us to breakfast, casually asking how we felt and if we liked blueberries in our pancakes as she shoveled bacon and eggs onto our plates. She was an amazing cook. After we had our fill, we got taken back to the cafe and told if we ever wanted to donate again to be at the Red Corner at the same time and day of the week.

And that was that… or it was going to be anyway.

Luckily for me Dr. Harris was more than understanding and put the money on a gift card so my parents couldn’t once again get into my bank account and empty it out. A few days passed before I bumped into Kayla once more at the coffee shop. She ordered me something and we got to talking. We’d not really been friends in highschool but after our little organ donor experience we’d had gotten a bit of a connection. And she is a really nice person, a bit bubbly and superficial but nice.  

We got around to talking about the donation and I asked what she’d donated.

“Oh, a kidney.”  

I frowned. “I meant this time, not the first time,” I said.

Kayla laughed and her casual smile sent chills down my spine. “I donated my left kidney the first time, and I donated my right kidney last time,” She said, sounding oh so proud of herself.

I suddenly felt cold. Like I said, it’d already been a few days since we donated. She looked fine, her skin even got a little color back into it, but both kidneys gone?  

“You’re full of shit. You can’t live without your kidneys,” my chest went tight and I found myself reaching for my cellphone, “You need a hospital-”

A blur of motion and Kayla had grabbed my wrist, squeezing it so tight that I thought she was about to break it. Her sunshiney expression had been immediately exchanged for something hostile. “Don’t be stupid,” She said in a low voice, glaring and giving my wrist another squeeze before letting go and going back to being that happy go lucky Kayla. “I promise. I’m fine. Dr. Harris is an amazing doctor, after all.”  

I felt sick as I rubbed my sore wrist.  

That night I went to Dr. Harris’ house. She hadn’t exactly hidden her street or address from us, no bags over our heads or blindfolds as she drove us there, but she wasn’t surprised in the least to see me at her front door. Before I could say anything she just gestured me inside.  

There she fixed me a cup of tea and let me sit on her couch while she told me her story.

“You know, I was once a real doctor. One of the finest surgeons in the country,” She sighed as she enjoyed her own cup of tea. “I knew if a patient was on my table, they’d make it out. I wouldn’t let them die. My fellow doctors put that up to the typical surgeon ego. We are not exactly known for being humble, but why be humble when we’re honest? And it wasn’t my pride speaking either. I just knew no one would die on my table if I was the one holding the scalpel.”  

I turned my cup around and around in my hands. “You took both of Kayla’s kidneys,” I finally said. “She’s a dead woman walking.”

Dr. Harris slammed her cup down on the side table, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. “She is not going to die!” She took a deep breath calm herself before she glanced at her cup, which had massive cracks going up both sides. “… Damn, I really need to control my temper. It’s my temper that’s really always gotten me into trouble you know.”  

She pulled her chair closer. “It was about eight years ago when I had a patient that seemed just as determined to die as I was to save her life. A fifteen year old girl who’d been in a car accident, her body mangled and full of more glass than blood. Even when the surgery was over, my fellow doctors told me there was no guarantee she’d live. But damn it, I wasn’t going to let my patient die!” Her voice shook and a tear went down her cheek. “She was just a child. So I went with an… unorthodox method. And I saved that girl’s life.”  

“What did you do?” I asked.

Dr. Harris sighed. “I will not share all the details. Just know that it was, in the eyes of the hospital board, an act of malpractice and had nothing to do with her miraculous recovery. I lost my medical license, I was blacklisted from all hospitals in the country. I was called everything from a lunatic to a satanic sociopath. But Satan had and still has nothing to do with my work. How I managed to get the human body to work without the pieces inside is all me. With more practice on small animals, I found that it works out much better if the person whose parts are replaced is in relative good health, so I figured out my new path. Take organs from the healthy, give them to the not so fortunate, those who likely wouldn’t survive my new operative technique. I’m saving lives, and I’ll never let one be taken.”

I swallowed. This sounded like the words of a crazy person, but she sounded so devoted to it, so sure of herself, I found myself believing her.

So my next question is one maybe you’ve already guessed.

“How many organs can you take?”  

Dr. Harris’ smile was filled with glee.

“Any one you’re willing to give.”

My other kidney was next, which was foolish but I wanted to know for sure that I wouldn’t die. I waited four months to prove Dr. Harris’ words- that no matter what she took from me, I wouldn’t die.

I did both of my lungs in one go, and although I find myself short of breath more often than before, I have no real problem with it. My pancreas was next, followed by all my intestines. I have less of an appetite, but that’s not a problem. I can save money on the food bill. I did cry when I woke up after my cornea donation and found I could still see, although I can no longer shed tears and my eyes do look a bit strange if you stare at them for too long, how glassy and fake they look and how black the veins are.  

The final operation was the only one I think Dr. Harris was truly hesitant about. No one had actually checked that box before. I had enough money to begin my life, but I wanted to be comfortable for years to come.  

So I went under that knife and let Dr. Harris take the last thing I could give.  

There’s a strange emptiness inside of me now. I don’t cry, I don’t mourn, my exes all call me stonehearted. I’m not hurt by that.

But there’s an odd peace to not really caring at all.  

And in this new apartment, in this new life… I’m finally free.

It only cost me my heart.  

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

I LURV school of mysteries but dude its so confusing and hard to keep up with, it feels so busy ans there are so many moving parts. Csn you maybe, dumb down whats happened so far? ITS SO GOOD AND IN NO WAY REFLECTIVE OF YOUR STORY TELLING. Im just struggling😭

Yes absolutely I can do that for you ! I know it's confusing. It'll stay confusing until the end, I'm sorry 😭

I'm gonna put it under the cut so there's no spoilers for others !

Hyunjin and Y/n were engaged before he left to study abroad. He wrote her a letter letting her know everything and that he was coming back. But Jisung took the letter because he was hoping she would notice him and fall for him because he's been in love with her forever.

Hyunjin returned when rumors about Felix and Y/n reached him. He was livid. He then got murdered by our unknown killer (or killers 👀).

Felix and Y/n had been dating a year before he was murdered. He was acting suspicious because he was setting up a whole thing for their anniversary and for a proposal. He went to the pool to meet with someone and was drowned.

Changbin has been obsessed with Y/n for a while now and had been making advances even when she was with Hyunjin. He had created an entire plan to make her accept his advances, but he quickly switched his plan when Felix was found dead. Thought being her shoulder to cry on would make her want to sleep with him. It did not.

Wooyoung is obsessed with Mae and has been looking for ways to break Kayla and Mae up. To no avail. He refuses to give up though.

Yeonjun may or may not like Kayla, but regardless he refuses to break up any relationships. He really enjoys the company of the wifeys and Jisung. He has no idea what happened to the 2 guys he befriended years ago, but he wants nothing to do with who they've become.

Everything that's going on with Mingi will be revealed in the next chapter.

There have been hints throughout the story about who's doing the killing. Remember, no one is safe and everyone is a suspect.

I think that's everything so far 😭 but if you have anymore questions don't hesitate to ask ! And if in the future you need me to do this again before the finale, I'll be happy to do so 🥰

[luvyunjinxo]

help 🙏

since I'm starting to gain a lil amount of followers (TYSM ILY GUYS 🤍) I wanna ask for your help 😞 .

I need more requests to be creative and honestly give me anything idc how dumb it is I just need more ideas and more thoughts in my goldfish brain<3 . anything would be appreciated

tysm ily guys 💗 - xo , kayla

[daysofourlivesrecaps]

Friday 16 June 2023

Yesterday, I was left with the distinct impression that the table was being set for some really great drama. Today, I am sad to report that this table has been cleared, disassembled and fed into a wood chipper.

First up: Belle and Shawn. Shawn hasn’t drunk enough beer to forget about shooting his dad into a coma, so now he’s moved on to the harder stuff. Belle does not approve.

Honestly, Drunk and Sassy Shawn (example dialogue: “do you know how hard it was to find a store that would sell me vodka at 8am?”) is substantially more interesting to me than Standard Issue Shawn, who mostly stands around looking sad and handsome.

Back at the DiMera household, Harris is still here, confronting Megan. This was the thing I was most excited about yesterday. And since I already told you that I found today’s episode disappointing, I suppose you can work out that he didn’t kidnap her like he promised Kate he would. But we’ll get to that in a minute.

Also held over from yesterday: Dimitri showing up at Gwen (and Leo)’s hotel room to give her flowers. Still kind of a sweet gesture, despite the fact that we know Dimitri’s ulterior motives.

Then Leo intervenes and, questioning Dimitri’s ulterior motives, throws the flowers in the trash. Which is a bit rude, even for Leo. Gwen is suitably mortified.

Leo retaliates with “I’m trying to protect you,” which is sweet and all, but… Gwen is one of a handful of characters who is pretty much constantly fucking someone. Only there hasn’t been anyone for her for weeks. So she tells Leo to take a hike. So she can fuck.

Then she and Dimitri kiss. Which, if I know my sex, is an excellent first step!

Meanwhilst, Kristen and EJ are still tied to chairs in the Wine Cellar that We Sometimes Pretend Nobody Knows about. I don’t have a whole lot of jokes for this bit — I’ve backtracked and watched pretty much every episode that this iteration of EJ has been in, and I’ve always been a bit disappointed that he and his sister have never really had any good scenes together. They do a considerable amount of bonding here — mostly over the fact that their newly discovered sister Megan is a fucking maniac, even for a DiMera — and I’m a fan.

Not a fan of EJ being tied up instead of coming with her to the baby specialist: Nicole. Kayla assures her that the specialist is definitely here in this hospital and is not just her (Kayla) in a different lab coat and a wig (what is this, Body and Soul?!)

Nicole sends another frantic text to EJ. Then thirty more.

Then she runs into Belle, who just blurts out that she knows Nicole is pregnant. We’ve come a long way from the eighteen months or so that we were pretending this was a secret that only Nicole and Anna knew about. Okay, so it was only like a week or two. But it sure felt like eighteen months.

Belle’s pretty rude and thoughtless to Nicole about the whole thing (probably because she has her dumb drunk husband on her mind), but I only just felt my first twinge of sympathy for Nicole like yesterday so I’m going to allow it.

Sloan and Eric are still talking about the possibility of having a baby together. Which still sounds like a colossally bad idea to me. But nobody ever asks me, despite the implication I just made about having the power to allow things.

They head down to the pub for breakfast. Then Kate insinuates herself into their conversation, Julie-like, and insists that they have a baby immediately. Nobody asked Kate either, to be clear. But she doesn’t have much going on, plot-wise right now and she has a very good instinct for staying involved in things despite that.

Okay, I’ve put this disappointment off long enough. Time to witness the monumental whizzing-it-down-their-leg that is Megan vs. Harris.

Harris, intent on kidnapping Megan and taking her to some undisclosed location where she’ll be no tribble at all, reaches for his gun.

Then stupid drunk idiot Shawn walks in for absolutely no reason apart from the fact that he’s stupid and drunk and an idiot.

Naturally he assumes these two are still in cahoots, since their previous cahoots are what resulted in his dad’s troubles. Well, the pre-being-shot-by-Shawn part of those troubles, anyway.

Harris tries to assure him that he’s good now (which is pretty much the only move he has right now, since he doesn’t have a Kate-like sense of how to stay engaged in the plot) and Megan takes this opportunity to pull her gun.

Shawn continues to provoke Megan, probably because of the whole “feels guilty that he shot his dad into a coma” thing. But Harris manages to de-escalate and the two of them leave. YESTERDAY THERE WERE LIKE HALF A DOZEN POTENTIALLY INTERESTING ANGLES TO THIS KIDNAPPING AND TODAY WE GET ZERO KIDNAPPINGS. I WANT MY MONEY BACK.

Megan, who has been referring to Harris as the Salem Protector, has this amazing Homer Simpsonesque line.

Then she looks at EJ’s phone, sees all the texts from Nicole and gives us amazing Lucille Bluthesque eye roll. If she’s gonna steal, at least she steals from the best.

She then sends a text to Dimitri, who’s just rounding first base with Gwen. DON’T FORGET TO FUCK THAT GIRL his mother says. This family is truly Having a Normal One.

Dimitri takes her advice, throws his phone away and throws Gwen down on the bed. For sex. So they avoided one disappointment this time, anyway.

Shawn returns home and weepily apologizes to Belle.

Kate yells at Harris for not kidnapping Megan. Kate, I didn’t agree with you on the “Sloan and Eric’s baby” thing, but you’re doing the lord’s work here. (I am the lord in this example.)

Then Nicole, walking home, runs into Eric because she literally can’t walk anywhere in this town without running into Eric. And Sloan brags to her that they’re going to have a baby, which is somehow even more aggressively dick-swinging behavior than when Eric and EJ nearly fought over the paternity of Nicole’s.

And that’s where we leave it. Sure. Fine. There’s always next week, I guess.

[starryevermore]

mm sith!anakin beauty and the beast retelling 😋

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Saturday, 25 May, 2024

The 7:30 session attendees (4) were greeted with a rainy thunderstorm. By 9:30 the storm was gone. Robert, Joe and myself used blowers to remove the puddles from the mats.

Robert gave the 9:30 class a superb mobility warmup, and continued coaching the Tabata's.

Warmup

Tabata's

4 Rounds

Bird Dogs

Cat Cows

Hollow Holds

Alternate Leg Raises

Strength

Deadlifts..........2 EMOM X 12 Minutes

Start Light..........Last 3 Sets 80 to 90%

Bernie/Chase=315 Paul/Big Mike=265 Rodney=225 Joe/Robert=165 Kayla/Sue/Alicia/Cheri=155 Coach=95 Linda/Warren A=did it

WOD

Equipment

ERG

Ab-Mat or GHD

Dumb-Bell..........(50/35/20)

15 Minute AMRAP

20/15 Calories Any ERG

20 Ab-Mat Sit-Ups (GHD)

10 / 10 "Tripod" Dumb-Bell Rows

SCORE: Rounds & Fractions

Kayla=5 2/3 Bernie/Cheri/Sue/Alicia/Chase=5 1/3 Robert=5 Rodney=4 2/3 Linda/Joe=4 1/3 Coach/Big Mike/Paul=4 Warren A=did something

Cool-Down

Visit the Arboretum For a Time, Distance, Pace of your mood. Most of our girls did this.

Notes:

Another reminder: Memorial Day Monday "MURPH" WOD begins at 0930. Look it up and read about "MURPH" even if you think you know already. Bring a Weight Vest if you plan to wear one. The Vests at the Barn are falling apart.

The Post-WOD-POT-LUCK-BRUNCH immediately follows. Bring a dish to share. Dogs, Burgers, condiments, plates, utensils are provided. Several people have already told Miss Linda what they are bringing (a good idea).

Wear your "MURPH" T-shirt that you hopefully already have. A Group Photo will look good with all of us in white. We have some shirts at the Barn if you haven't received yours yet.

Tomorrow is SUNDAY and we have 0730 and 1 PM classes. A 50% chance of rain exists.

WE HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO PLASTIC BOTTLES OF WATER CONTAMINATED WITH CANCER CAUSING PLASTIC PARTICLES AT THE BARN. WE NEED SEVERAL CASES ASAP. BRING IT.

[yennefferss]

Seb is such a dumb dumb for walking in holding Flavia hand, flirting with her and forgetting about Kayla on his date. And then being "maybe walking in holding Flavia's hand wasn't such a good idea". ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS MAN? ARE YOU ALWAYS THIS DUMB?

Like what the hell man.

And that is the dif between men and women. They picked the perfect man for Sophie and when tempted with the kiss she said nah man, I like Creed (even though he is a complete idiot), but Seb had such a fucking hard time keeping it in his pants.. Like dude..

[w-ht-w]

Hook-up culture, considerations

key takeaways:

Casual sex implies intent; hookup implies resignation/thoughtlessness.

Casual sex/hook-ups are not for everyone. But some people find it empowering/fun!

We’ve compartmentalized intimacy (into careless hook-ups) because we see love as a secondary priority that interferes with career-oriented “success.”

happiness as adults will be shaped as much as, if not more, by the quality of their intimate relationship than by their career success.

Young people wish they got more relationship education from parents

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Sasha, a bubbly and warm 20-year-old, who struggles with conflicting emotions around the hookup culture she’s immersed in. “This is what I always say about the hookup scene,” she tells me. “During the day I feel like a human being, and at night I feel like a sexual commodity. ...” (1)

“I was embarrassed that he chose to have sex with someone else when I know he liked having sex with me. But the worst part was that I felt so brokenhearted about it—and so dumb about feeling so brokenhearted.”

Kayla’s internal battle—feeling hurt, but believing she shouldn’t be—reflects her internalization of the hookup culture’s message that relationships should be “no fuss, no muss.” If she can’t be “chill” about a guy’s sexual roaming, she’s failed. I tell her that I’m glad she doesn’t know how to shut down her feelings, as they’re a vital data source for her. (1)

^Hookups are not for people who inextricably associate sex w/ emotional intimacy or exclusivity.

On the other hand, if you are able to compartmentalize your physical and emotional, casual sex might be fine for you.

Casual sex implies intent; hookup implies resignation/thoughtlessness.

a distinction between hooking up and casual sex. Casual sex is an intentionally created, sober (or mostly sober) erotic experience in a noncommitted relationship. A hookup is stumbled into, drunkenly, recklessly, and with a sense of resignation because one doesn’t believe that anything else is possible. While casual sex is cocreated between people who agree that this is just for fun, motives in a hookup are muddy: ... It’s a “decide-versus-slide” distinction. When entered into intentionally, casual sex can lead to relational self-awareness for some young adults, helping them discover more about who they are, what they desire, and what they value.

Mitch, a recent college graduate, is an example. 

[In college] “I was really hard on myself, obsessed with this idea that I ought to be interested only in a serious intimate relationship. I thought that if I hooked up, I was fulfilling the stereotype of the promiscuous gay guy. But I struggled to find a guy to date, so I’d get drunk, make out with a guy, and then feel awful about it for weeks.”

Today, he feels clearer about the choices he makes. “It’s kind of ironic,” he says. “I’m more sexually promiscuous these days, but I feel way better about myself than I did in college. I can claim who I am sexually and create experiences that I desire. 

Like the other day, I went on Grindr looking for a hookup and matched with this guy. We talked on the phone a little and said to each other that all we were interested in was sex. ... We were both sober. We talked for like five minutes and then we had sex. ... Afterward, I got in my car, called my best friend, and declared, ‘I’m in my sexual renaissance!’ This guy and I have actually seen each other again on a few occasions. We’re now ‘fuck buddies,’ which is fine by me.”

Mitch tells me that he’d like to be in a committed intimate relationship, but he feels clear that casual sex isn’t having a negative impact on him. On the contrary, he feels it’s increased his confidence and deepened his self-acceptance. Clearly, not everyone feels wounded or victimized by the hookup scene. (1)

We’ve compartmentalized intimacy (into careless hook-ups) because we see love as a secondary priority that interferes with career-oriented “success.”

Here’s the problem, though: today’s college students tend to be awfully compliant when it comes to hookup culture, and I find myself wondering why. Is it that as a culture we no longer encourage young people to question the status quo?

Much has been written about how adolescents today, especially in high-achieving families, no longer envision revolution—within themselves or the world around them. Instead, their voices are being drowned out by loving but driven parents, who view their children as long-term projects, tabulae rasae from which they can create overly successful human beings. And that definition of success is focused primarily on doing, not being.

While love, at least the kind therapists usually talk about, has more to do with being than doing, ... hookup culture reflects the belief that love is secondary to the pursuit of external success. So as not to disrupt the main project—preparing for a “successful” life—intimate relationships must be no fuss, no muss. Over and over, my undergraduates tell me they try hard not to fall in love during college, imagining that would mess up their plans. This strikes me as a joyless road to nowhere, given that their happiness as adults will be shaped as much as, if not more, by the quality of their intimate relationship than by their career success. (1)

^Agree. Relationships can fill the cup of our motivation/energy, so that we may show up as better versions of ourselves in our work/careers. The two are not antagonistic. At their best, relationships + work/career are synergistic!

With our cultural insistence on a narrow and meritocratic path to success, it feels awfully unfair to expect young adults to manifest romantic coherence when our culture seems to reflect back to them anything but. (1)

Technological/stimulus overload disrupts intimacy/solitude

Of course, we can’t understand the erosion of young people’s capacity to love without considering the colossal impact of smart phones and the 24/7 immersion in digital culture. ... Increasingly, they can’t tolerate the solitude that lays the foundation for intimacy. And if intimacy is hard to come by, they’re left with just an avatar of the real deal—a hookup.

Engaging in ambiguous hookups appears to be an effort by young people to avoid what they don’t trust themselves to handle. When framed like this, hookup culture makes a strange kind of sense, reflecting the anxiety, ambivalence, and passivity of many college student who report dissatisfaction with hookup culture while participating in it because they don’t know how to create an alternative.

^This resonated. I currently still feel averse to commitment because I’m unclear on exactly what I bring to a relationship of any kind. Hookups seem like a less messy stand-in. Physical/sexual desire is a constant, but emotional landscape/maturity? Not so much.

Young people wish they got more relationship education from parents

70% of 18 to 25-year-olds ... said they wished they had received more information from parents about the emotional side of relationships, including "how to have a more mature relationship" (38%), "how to deal with breakups" (36%), "how to avoid getting hurt in a relationship" (34%), or "how to begin a relationship" (27%). (2)

I teach an undergraduate course at Northwestern University called Building Loving and Lasting Relationships: Marriage 101.

The longer I offer Marriage 101, the more aware I am that my students’ world is quite at odds with the values of self-awareness and self-responsibility that I emphasize in it. ... Nonetheless, they seem grateful to have the space and time to think critically about what intimacy means and how to achieve it.

If we’re not willing to have an open dialogue about sex with young people from early adolescence onward, the Internet is more than willing to fill the vacuum. Young adults deserve wholehearted education about all aspects of sexuality, not just safety, STDs, and reproduction. Good sex education must address how young people can be conscious consumers of erotic material and how to create happy, fulfilling sexual experiences. (1)

1. https://www.psychotherapynetworker.org/article/inside-hookup-culture

2. https://www.insider.com/how-much-do-millennials-hook-up-2017-5

[prismasaryn]

I always thought this was a rather cute dress. Recolored in 10  CuriousB colors I thought fit it, included my recolor xcf if you wanted  more.

Everyday/Formal, compressed, tooltipped (didn’t show up in  cas for me, but they’re there), not townified. I have CatofEvilGenius’  replacement mesh in my game, but I think it’ll still work without it.

DL: Nexus