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[dr3amfyr-e]

moon, river - c.s. ( w. 1049 )

꒰ cregan will always defends your daughter’s claim ꒱ — cregan stark x reader

୨ ⎯ period typical misogyny. implied trouble concieving children. reader is written to be very influenced by her environment, and therefor uncertain of herself and her self worth. girl dad cregan. cregan's kind of a medieval feminist. i named your daughter for you, sorry. this is very cregan pov, not many of reader's thoughts. umm maybe not canon cregan but it’s my cregan. uhh dialogue heavy. tbh i don't even know what i was writing here. fem!reader. ⎯ ୧

i advocate for creganwives who don’t want to have ten children.

Cregan wasn’t nearly as physically imposing underneath all of his armour. 

You had observed as much before — watching keenly as he unclasped his cape and slid out of the thick leather armour. It was a sight to behold, the muscles in his shoulders and arms as he fought to disrobe. 

He was much different here, in your shared chambers. Lord Stark shed with his dayware, Cregan stood in his wake. 

You had been married for years, and still, your heart fluttered like an infatuated girl when he loomed over the bed, hair damp from the bath. 

Married for years, with two children, and yet — sprawled across the bed in naught but a thin nightgown, you ogle him as he makes his way to bed. 

He's hard to wrangle; he walks the keep and checks on your daughters, among other mindless tasks, before finally getting into bed every night. It gives him ‘time to think’, and makes you senselessly anticipatory. 

Most nights are the same. He curls into you, head on your chest, to decompress. It's sweet, to see such an intimate side of him.

Tonight, in lieu of the typical mindless drivel that lulled you both to sleep, you had been quiet. Cregan could feel the tension of whatever weighed on your mind, but he had not wished to pry.

You rub aimless little circles against his back before finally speaking, “Are you content with this?”

Cregan looks up, lifting his head from your breastbone. He doesn’t speak for a moment, reading your expression, “Content?” When you don’t reply he continues, “Of course I am content. What has prompted you to ask such?”

He can see the solemn, contemplative expression written across your face; the way you gaze down, as if through him, “It is just…” You hesitate, he keeps firm in his stare, “We have been married years, and I have not given you many children. And, no boys.” 

He doesn't reply, unsure how or what to say. True, it is, that in the years you have been married there have only been two children — both daughters. 

“Do you think,” He begins, sitting up more, “That I am discontent because you have not given me a son?” 

Silence hangs heavy in the room. You look guilty; he cannot tell what it is you feel guilty for, but he wishes you did not feel guilty at all. 

Cregan says your name once, his voice low and soft. When you meet his eyes he can sense the resignation — you wish you had not brought this up.

“I just worry, that is all,” You reply, quietly.

His expression stays set. There is solace in knowing him well enough to read his microexpressions; he isn’t brooding, he is concerned. 

He speaks, “What is it that you worry about – my discontentment?”

“Perhaps I have not performed by duty,” You shrug, as if to pass the comment off as nonchalant. Maybe it is; ladies raised to believe their self-worth lies in their good stock and ability to breed and please can talk about such matters with a level of insouciance. 

Frustration blooms in the space between his lungs. He understands the way polite society worms into young women’s brains, and how hard it is to remove that sickness once it's taken root. Still — you surely must know that your worth does not lie within your womb, he thinks.

“Your duty?” He asks, tone firmer now, “And what duty is that? To be bred like a milking cow?” 

The abruptness and near vulgarity of his words are enough to leave you taken aback, blinking at him. Cregan was certainly not one for eloquent metaphors. 

When you seem not to have a response, he begins to feel bad. This isn’t your fault. You were raised to think like this.

“I have not given you an heir,” You’re quiet, almost embarrassed. 

“You have,” He counters. 

“You have no son,” 

“I have Lyanna,” 

A log in the fireplace shifts and crackles as you sit in silence; a scullery maid shuffles by in the hallway. 

He watches you gather your composure before you speak, “And you do not mind?” You sound unsure, he hates it. 

Cregan reaches, sliding his fingers under your jaw to make you look at him fully, “Tell me — if we should have a son, would you be content to strip Lyanna of her birthright?” 

The question feels harsh. He watches guarded confusion swirl into your eyes.

Of course, you would not wish for your daughter to have her title taken from her. But so many others, men in Cregan’s council, mocked the idea. They rued Lyanna’s power, the status she already held above them as a girl of all but five. So it would be no shock if someone insisted she be stripped of her title as heir to Winterfell, and it was frightening. Frightening to imagine someone stealing your daughter’s future and freedom. 

“If it is what you wished,” You answer, resignation thinly veiled. 

“I asked you a question,” He’s firm but gentle. 

You gape for a moment, before answering, “No, never. I could not imagine doing that to her.” 

“And do you think I would?” 

“No,” 

He nods, sliding his hand up to cradle your face. You look ashamed, he tries to soothe it away with his thumb over your cheekbone. 

“Do you think you’ve disappointed me, pet?” He doesn’t wish to subject you to the humiliation of answering such a vulnerable question, so he continues, “You need not worry so much. I do not need a boy; I am more than pleased with things just how they are,” He strokes his thumb slowly, “Do not agonize over something so trivial.” 

He catches the tear that rolls down your cheek.

When you speak your voice is quiet, “You are so good,” And then, “Many lords do not care much for their daughters.”

The thought makes his chest burn; to not care for his daughters? Unthinkable, “Do not praise me for loving my children. Those girls are my world, as are you.” He feels lighter when he sees the edge of your mouth tick up, so he speaks again, “I care not that I have daughters in place of sons — I have, and for that I am lucky.”

He has and he is lucky.

[bella-goths-wife]

Yandere Colin Bridgerton blurb

I got this request so long ago but I’ve finally got enough spirit to write again 😭

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, manipulation, mentions of dub con, lack of awareness about sex and pregnancy, cringy writing

I do not advocate or support any of the dark themes I write about. My writing is for entertainment and information purposes and should not be replicated.

Please reblog if you enjoy :)

A knock rang at the bridgertons door at midnight. A loud, furious knock that would seem daunting for anyone else, but Colin had been expecting something like this to happen for the last few weeks.

He shooed away the maids and the butlers who attempted to reach the door, claiming that he had an important personal situation he must see to before sending them firmly to the servant quarters.

He opened the door to find a furiously distraught looking you, staring up at him with the amount of helplessness he could only picture on a small defenceless lamb. A sick part of him enjoyed that.

“My angel, you are soaked from the rain” he said, his voice dripping with concern that came off as condescending “come in at once”

“You lied” was all you hissed out as you barged into the bridgerton home and pushed Colin away once he tried to get close “you lied to me, you bastard”

“Sweetheart, that isn’t the kind of language that a young lady should use” Colin says with a disapproving tone before he took your arm rather roughly and dragged you to the his room “why don’t we discuss whatever’s troubling you in a more private setting”

As he drags you into his quarters, he observes the wetness of your body from the rain and sighs before gathering a coat that he could place over your body if you were allow him to get close. It didn’t seem like you were tolerant to that idea as you dart to the other side of the room when he came near.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s troubling you, my angel?” Colin asks with a sigh of frustration

There is a pregnant pause where it seems like you are in some state of shock. You eventually sigh and break the silence by looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

“I haven’t bled this month” you say through a shaky sigh, a tremble ripples over your body from both the implication of your words and the cold rain dripping from your hair and onto your body

“And do you know what that means?” Colin asks carefully with a smidge of condescension

“Of course I know what that means” you snap at him with anger in your eyes before sighing “the maids told me that they didn’t bleed when they had become with child”

Colin lets a smile spread across his face, what a clever girl you were.

“Don’t smile” you snap with frustration evident on your face “don’t smile like this so something to be happy about”

“This is something to be happy about” Colin stated, his pride clear in his tone and his smile wider than ever before “we are going to have a child”

“You lied to me Colin” you say with a hurt tone “you told me that I wouldn’t become with child, you promised me”

“Accidents happen my love, i cannot be faulted for not predicting this outcome” Colin state’s defensively as his tone holds faux innocence

“That is a lie” you yell in frustration “you knew that I would have to marry you if I became with child and you took advantage of the situation”

“You think me to be this cruel?” Colin asks with his tone holding hurt at the accusation “you think me to be this monster you have created in your mind?”

“I know you to be that monster” you state with anger evident on your face “you have derailed my entire future!”

“If I remember correctly, you were an active participant in that derailing” Colin accuses angrily “you could have told me to stop, you could have left”

“I tried-“ you attempt to defend yourself but you are cut off

“If you’d have told me a firm no then I would have left that party and ceased any attempts at courting you” Colin lies with an effective amount of certainty “if you had simply told me to stop I would have, or do you think me a pervert as well as a monster?”

“I-i” you stutter out through quick, panicked breaths “i tried to- I didn’t mean to become with child”

There is a moment of silent thoughtfulness as the only sound let out by either of you was your sorrowful sobs. Colin sighs at your pathetic sight before he comes closer and wraps your trembling and cold body up with his coat.

He lifts your tear filled eyes up to meet his comforting gaze as he caresses your cheeks in his hands softly.

“Don’t you see how good for us this can be?” Colin asks with a hopeful smile “we can get married, we can be a family”

“My father will never accept your proposal” you mumble with an absent mind

“Maybe not if I ask him, but I’m sure if his favourite daughter were to ask him nicely he could be convinced” Colin offers a solution and watches your hesitant response before sighing and his tone becomes more sinister “what other choice do you have now angel, you have to think about our child”

Colin wraps his arms around you in a hold that is similar to how a snake constricts around his prey. After your initial hesitance you slowly accept defeat and lean into his hold before nodding your head.

Delight spread through Colin’s chest at the acceptance, you were finally going to be his forever.

He may have morally damned himself forever but it was worth it to be inside you, and worth even more to know that his pleasurable experience has now locked you with him forever like lustful shackles that can never be broken.

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Women wearing only "g-strings" while bending over in front of traffic has become an increasingly common sight in National City, California, as prostitution issues spiral after the implementation of a controversial state law, the city’s mayor told Fox News Digital.

"They're waving to people on the freeway or, just to be honest with you, they are bending over for the freeway. I don’t know how else to put it; they're showing their wares," National City Mayor Ron Morrison told Fox News Digital in an interview this month.

California Gov. Gavin Newsom signed Senate Bill 357 in July 2022, which repealed a previous law that banned loitering with the intent to engage in prostitution. The law took effect in January this year, with Morrison arguing that the moment Newsom’s pen touched the bill, pimps in the state knew they could expand their prostitution ventures with little repercussions from law enforcement.

"The moment it was signed by the governor, boom, everyone knew the rules were out the window," Morrison told Fox News Digital.

CALIFORNIA CITIES RATTLED BY PROSTITUTION, HUMAN TRAFFICKING IN BROAD DAYLIGHT AS COPS PIN BLAME ON NEW LAW

"Those that are out there on the street, most of them are wearing less than what you would consider a scanty negligee. It is just flaunting in everybody's face. And so a lot of people are screaming, ‘Hey, you know, can't you get them on indecent exposure?’ And the problem is the way our laws read in this state. The definition of indecent exposure is as long … as the genitals are covered. Anything else is fair game out in public."

CALIFORNIA PROSTITUTION LAW ALLOWS SEX ABUSE TO 'RUN RAMPANT' IN LOS ANGELES STREETS, VICTIM ADVOCATES WARN

National City is a diverse working-class city of roughly 60,000 residents just outside San Diego on the bay, Morrison said. Prostitution issues are no stranger to the city, with the mayor explaining that as an urban area, sex workers have been known to cross the San Diego city border – but never at the rate he’s currently seeing.

"Very much beyond brazen," Morrison said of what he’s seeing on his streets.

Prostitutes gather in a downtown area that faces a freeway and are most often seen early in the morning and around 3 p.m. Morrison added that another new California law that legalized jaywalking has compounded the issues as some women stand in traffic to attract a john. 

"I was driving on one of the streets the other day, and there's this young lady standing there in the middle of the street wearing basically a G-string, and that was it, and a couple pasties. But she's right in front of my car, I couldn't move. So, I did ask her very politely, ‘Would you please move out of the street?’ And she looked at me and says, 'If you don't want to talk to me, you can go around,'" Morrison said.

Businesses, ranging from mom-and-pop stores to national hotel chains, have sounded off to the mayor that the prostitutes are driving away business and have forced some businesses to refund families who were appalled at seeing nearly naked women while on their California getaway.

Even a local school covered its windows after prostitutes were repeatedly found hanging out near its gates, Morrison said. 

The mayor argues that the issue comes down to Senate Bill 357, which he called an "idiotic law" that should be known as the "Safe Streets for Pimps Initiative," which has allegedly not only left his town and other municipalities in the state dealing with an increase of sex workers on the street, but it has also incentivized human trafficking.

"This one has just opened the doors to prostitution, sex trafficking, child sex trading, I mean, you name it. This has obviously done that. And I don't think anyone that is not just purely politically motivated could disagree with that," Morrison said.

The mayor described himself as a "nonpartisan" who has worked at various levels of government over more than 30 years, whose main focus is to "look out for people in National City and their businesses" and not play politics in Sacramento.

Senate Bill 357 was authored by Democrat state Sen. Scott Wiener, who championed the bill as one that would help protect transgender women from being targeted by police.

"[The previous law] allowed police officers to arrest a person, not based on what they did but based solely on how a person looks," Wiener told local media earlier this year. "So, an officer could arrest someone because they were wearing tight clothing, high heels and extra lipstick."

Fox News Digital previously spoke with members of the Coalition to Abolish Slavery and Trafficking (CAST), which is one of the largest and oldest direct service providers for sex and labor trafficking survivors in the U.S., who said they supported the bill "because we know that reducing the criminalization of survivors will help prevent human trafficking."

"Traffickers rely on our systems to criminalize victims so that they are unable to access safety due to their records and are vulnerable to continued exploitation," Leigh LaChapelle, CAST's associate director of survivor advocacy, told Fox News earlier this year after the law took effect.

"The impact of these encounters with law enforcement reinforce already heightened stigma when someone is arrested for this offense due to the difficulties securing employment and safe housing with an arrest record relating to the sex trade," LaChapelle added. "Violation of this discriminatory law also puts immigrants in jeopardy of deportation, loss of residency or denial of reentry due to a misdemeanor conviction."

Prostitution is still illegal in California, but Morrison said the new law has effectively legalized the crime as police back off from intervening or interacting with the women.

"Senate Bill 357, which for all intents and purposes made prostitution legal because what it said is that officers can no longer contact people based on the idea of loitering for the purpose of prostitution. So, it basically tells the police your hands are off," Morrison said.

AS CALIFORNIA POLICE FIGHT RAMPANT PROSTITUTION, JOHNS LINE UP LIKE THEY'RE AT 'FAST-FOOD DRIVE-THROUGH'

He noted that some of the girls on the street appear underaged, though the amount of makeup the sex workers wear makes it difficult to gauge an age, and the city has previously seen girls as young as 12 working on the streets.

"A lot of the times [police] found out that these were juveniles … or that they were basically being sex trafficked, and they could get them out of that. Now, they basically have no legal opportunity to even talk to them," Morrison said.

With prostitution blatantly on the streets, other crimes have also followed, including shootings and assaults. Morrison said that just weeks ago an eight-month pregnant prostitute was kidnapped, beaten and raped.

"Those [crime incidents] go on our crime stats. We've had shootings, everything else involving the prostitutes and the pimps. So, those crime stats go on us. These people don't live here in National City and people here don't want them, but we're getting the crime stats," he said.

Morrison said he is working with the local district attorney and the police department to craft avenues on how to navigate the state laws while cleaning up the streets. The police department has carried out "john stings" in the past, but such operations require a team of roughly 30 officers, which would translate to half of the city’s police force, and weeks of planning, Morrison said.

"People here are not happy about this in the least. And the problem is they expect us locally to do something about it. And we're sitting here with our hands behind our back with handcuffs on that Sacramento was placed on us," Morrison said.

[quiet-in-the-wild]

Ugh still thinking about that awful doctors appointment. Not like dwelling on it- but I keep remembering more things from it.(because it was so so chaotic)

You know the appointment where my doctor made a joke about me wanting to be a bearded lady & misgendered me multiple times only to tell me she highly doubts I’ll ever be able to go on testestrone but let’s run the bloodwork anyway (after 6 other previous appointments promising that we would talk about me starting T next month & how exciting I was that I was almost ready) & putting me on a female hormone which caused feminizing effects in the meantime

I just remembered when I said I wanted to go on Gel she said that I would have to apply it - touch absolutely nothing & sit in the bathroom for at least an hour. (Lie) and If I accidentally touched a faucet or door handle my children (I don’t have kids) could have serious health concerns and I would be the cause of their hormones turning the opposite way. (Wtf?) and I told her I didn’t have kids. I was well researched on gel & I was going to buy one of those paddle things to apply it so I don’t waste any of the gel & it all goes on my arms/thighs & not down the sink. And she kind of doubled down on her original statement of how dangerous exposure to testosterone was to anyone and how it was like a violation to their gender if I accidentally dosed them.

Ugh - anyway I’m finally going to speak to my health insurance advocate to find a new doctor.

& if I can’t find one or like I find one but it’s a waiting list of like 6 months before I can get an initial appointment. I did find 2 out of pocket resources- folx or queerdoc who do telehealth appointments with often same day prescriptions of HRT

& I know there is a panned parenthood near me so I could try that but idk if I want to go that route. Maybe.

[floofers-1]

Moonlit Serenade

Summary: A dance is held in honor of the newest member of the Donquixote family and shenanigans ensue

Pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x Saint Maria (OC)

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Marking, Romance, Fluff

Notes: I'm sorry for moving slower at posting these to tumblr than ao3, I will attempt to move faster at this, enjoy some short romantic tension! Italics is either thoughts or emphasis on smth and I make it decently clear when it's thinking. Line breaks indicate time passing/ major scene change.

It'd only been a week since Maria had arrived on Dressrosa but one thing had already stood out to Doflamingo. The people’s word of mouth was not sufficient, Maria had on multiple occasions used Penny to advocate for her position as Doflamingo’s mistress and get her rightful needs met. So naturally it was time to create an event where they simply couldn’t ignore her.

“A dance?” Maria shook her head, she had never been taught to dance and now she was expected to perform in front of all Dressrosa, her stomach twisted as nerves settled in.

“Indeed my lady, the young master, thinks it’d be a great idea for the two of you to display your affection publicly.” He certainly has not been kind to those who have flirted with you, how it goes over your head when it’s not him I will never understand.

“I have no idea how to dance, I’m really unsure if this is the best idea.” While embarrassing herself was bad enough she would hate to embarrass him with her stunted movements.

“The young master will teach you how. So please come this way.” Penny led the way to the large ballroom.

It had grand windows with red curtains drawn back letting in the afternoon light. Standing by one of the windows with his arms folded was Doflamingo, his pink feathered coat hanging off a chair. “I shall allow you two privacy now. Good luck my lady.” Penny then left to take care of her master's bedroom.

“Doffy, are we sure I’ll be ready by tonight?” Maria worried as she approached him. “I wouldn’t dare want to embarrass you.” He turned to face her, for once his shirt buttoned, not fully but mostly.

“You would never embarrass me Dove.” With a snap, music began to play and he extended his hand for hers. “Simply follow my lead.” She took his hand. While intensive it certainly was a speedy full course lesson, every little detail Maria got wrong was instantly corrected. Before long he simply stood back watching her form, changing the pace of the music with his strings while she learned to mindlessly match and perform without his lead. She managed to catch on quickly and before long knew her role in a tango and ballroom. 

Near the end she was sweating, having taken off her coat and rolled up her sleeves. With a single clap of his hands Maria had stopped and collected her breath.

“Well done.” He approached from behind, running his hands down her sides.

“Y-you sure Doffy. It’s a big night.” She reached up with her right hand caressing his sharp jawline, generating that smile she adored.

“If you can keep your head on when I touch you.” His left hand squeezed her hip, generating a small mphm from her while chuckling himself.

“I-I can try, I just love when you touch me.” While nothing had explicitly happened between the two within the first week, the heat of their relationship was rapidly approaching a boil over where one would break, odds on Maria crying to him about how she needed him so so badly. That gave him a devilish idea, his smile changing to a smirk as he let out an ominous laugh that filled the ballroom. “Now what's got you chuckling?” Maria knew something was a foot in his mind but couldn’t pinpoint it.

“Nothing for you to concern yourself with.” Oh but it certainly was, with a few simple pulls of his strings, tonight would break her stubbornness and not just in the privacy of their own rooms or in his office but in front of the whole kingdom. “Why don’t you go along and get ready, Dove.” He lightly planted his open palm on her rear, sending her off clutching her coat muttering. Tonight was going to be electric. He could feel it.

The ballroom was rapidly given a tidy and prepared for the entourage of guests as well as room for a few special video transponder snails that would project the events of tonight all over Dressrosa, no one would be able to miss this. No more excuses for disrespect and more importantly a message to the kingdom on who belonged to who.

“Penny, are you sure it’s okay I wear something like this in front of the kingdom?” Maria stood before a mirror, she wore a dark dress tight to her body, every curve was shown, more than she was currently comfortable with amount of cleavage and openings to show her legs, just barely not exposing her panties.

“This is per the young master's request. I think you look wonderful.” Penny said, doing a few touch ups to the slightly sparkling fabric of the dress. “How would you like your hair for tonight?” Maria had found a bun the most useful for dancing so with quick work her hair was wrapped into an elegant bun on the back of her head. Maria stared herself in the mirror, she felt radiant and then her room door opened and in came Doflamingo, He still had his signature glasses on but lacked his coat, in fact he cleaned up a little. He fully did his white dress shirt up, one injection of pink with his tie, his dark dress pants and dress shoes in contrast to his usually pointy almost elf like shoes had taken Maria aback.

“Don’t you clean up nice Doffy.” Maria had stepped over, her eyes noticed the tie was ever so slight off and swiftly adjusted it. She then took his hand which was greeted with a squeeze.

“Can’t have you be the only one looking good tonight now can I Dove?” His deep voice at this point was rapidly growing into an addiction, the way it hung in her ears, the reverberations it left, why if she wasn’t well aware of Penny being in the room she may have thrown herself at him there.

“Have a lovely evening, young master and my lady.” Penny called out as the two left. Oh it was going to be a lovely evening.

The ballroom was already packed by the time the two birds arrived, they took their spot on a couple chairs where the other top executives sat.

“The king has arrived!” One servant announced and everyone turned to the chairs as Doflamingo took his place and Maria to his left, this time not a smaller chair on his side like dinners. But a proper throne like his.

“A-are you sure it’s alright I'm sitting here Doffy?” Maria worried, she may have been part of the family but unlike him she wasn’t officially royalty.

“I had that made specifically for you Dove, it’s all yours.” He flashed her a smile and what surely must have been a wink hidden behind those lenses, generating warmth in his little Dove’s cheeks. Music began to play after the two were seated and the audience below began to dance. Doflamingo and Maria as well as the top executives were brought champagne to sip while they watched. While Maria slowly chipped away at her one glass watching the crowd below, Doflamingo had already gone through a few and was making conversation not even paying attention to the entertainment down below. He was once again only interested in his main event. Before too long the two birds were called to the dance floor. Once in the middle all eyes upon them, Doflamingo took Maria’s hand. A dangerous smirk on his face leaves Maria slightly confused. 

Music erupted and she was pulled right up against him. Before he took charge and led their tango at a furious pace, Maria was barely able to keep up, he had given her just enough practice that she could keep pace but just by a hair. His pace continued viciously, all the while she began to lose her breath and hold him a little tighter. The crowd witnessed as Doflamingo was proudly showing off what belonged to him. He pressed her chest and body right against him for a moment, allowing her to feel an intense firmness in his pants, her already starting to flush face was beat red. Maria had finally caught on to the flamingo’s plan, but it was far too late. His movements became much less subtle, his hands taking extra time gliding along her sides, ‘accidentally’ brushing her chest or rear, a few times his knee would brush Maria’s legs causing her to lose pace only for him to whisper in her ear about how sloppy she was getting, had she had the opportunity to breath she’d apologize, but all her breath needed to go towards any attempt at keeping pace. The music was soon winding down and with one flick of his fingers, a string had tossed a rose into the air that he caught in his mouth, with one arm he lowered and held her in a dip. While he may have been breathing a little heavier through his teeth. Maria had been ravaged, her face red, hair a mess, chest heaving to get any air. The crowd applauded before music began again and they moved in to dance. The two birds stayed where they were, Doflamingo pulling Maria up and holding her against his chest.

“D-Doffy…” She managed through her heavy breaths. He had begun to lead her in a much slower dance, as he looked at her with his shit-eating grin, knowing exactly what he had done.

“What is it, My Dove? ” He knew already, but he needed to hear it from her. With one free hand he loosened his tie. Maria gave in, she couldn’t handle it any more, she wanted more from him, from them. She needed him, in her short few weeks of knowing him she…

“I love you Doflamingo.” Her gentle brown eyes stared into his lenses, so purely, so wanting, so vulnerable. For him it was mission accomplished and he leaned right into her ear, she deserved the truth from him too, no one else was allowed this side of him, she can have it all.

“I.” One hand held her left hip. “Love.” His voice still deep, now carried intimacy she had never known. “You.” His other hand held her cheek. “My Dove.” His warm breath dancing on her lips made her chest pine. She leaned closer and he obliged. The two embraced, her arms on his shoulders, his around her rear as he pulled her up. His lips were surprisingly soft but they were so warm, it was heavenly. Her lips were delicate and sweet just like he expected, but they were so intoxicating. What felt like eternity in bliss to the two was only a handful of seconds in reality as they pulled away, one a large grin plastered to his face the other a gentle and shy smile on hers. Doflamingo, still holding her up and without evening needing to look, weaved through the dancing crowd to a windows door. He slid through it before closing it with his heel. Out in the moonlit sky, the two lovers continued their slow dance to the faint music. With gentle finger work, Doflamingo had Maria’s bun undone, her hair spiraling and falling to her calves. The gentle light of the moon, playfully dancing on her skin and hair made her shine, the stars sparkling in her eyes, she was divine, she was his. She gently took his tie with her left hand, and with a light pull he complied leaning close.

“I’m all yours forever and always Doflamingo.” She placed her forehead against his as the two swayed. His normally deep chuckle was softer. “I love you.” She pulled his tie once more, trapping him in a short kiss. They both were well aware they had become entangled with each other it no longer mattered the risk of infatuation, all that mattered was the need the two shared for the other. Doflamingo pulled from the kiss every so slight, his lips pressing on her chin, then her jaw, then under her jaw, down her neck to her collar bone. His tongue tracing along the edge between her neck, collar and shoulder. She felt her knees wobble slightly and she held tighter to him, one hand clutching the collar of his shirt, the other tangled in the back of his hair.

“That’s a good girl.” He rumbled, getting a hitch in her breath. He may be vulnerable for his standard with her but he still held the reins. His left hand squeezed her hip gently while the other had lost itself in her silken brown waterfall. He grazed his teeth on her collar for a moment before sinking in.

“D-Doffy!” She whined out. “P-people will notice that.” He bit down harder in response, what did he care, he may as well have stripped her nude and dominated her with the tango they had just performed, a little bite wouldn’t even get a rouse from them. Maria quickly stopped her complaining while he licked his bite before continuing to mark what was his. Her eyelashes fluttered, her breath continued to hitch, her whole body trembled. She gave in to him, no matter how embarrassing it may be, she wanted everyone to stare at that mark and know she was his. He finally pulled away smirking at his handy work.

“Shall we return to the party?” He undid a few buttons of his shirt and held her to his side by her hip. She nodded and pulled some hair over her shoulder opposite of the one marked to fiddle with. He chuckled knowing tonight was flawless and oh so soon would he be beyond cloud 9.

[briskunt]

honestly? yeah I would believe you

oh hell ya bc i am surprisingly passionate about this

i’m going to be real i understand vtubing is mostly based on idols, right? but i feel like the designs of models and how hard people lean into them is very reminiscent of drag artistry because of how impossible they are irl. i regularly see fuufuuchan in different appearances or presentations—legatus, archivist, alan, all forms of ovidia just to start—and like, the experimentation of gender and presentation through different characters itches something in my head that screams character comedy king a la jarvis hammer

and it goes on too. it’s very easy to see gavis bettel as a drag king. ironmouse as a fashion queen due to her many models. i see vtubers regularly drop music, do dances once they’re 3d/on games, y’all’re two lip syncs away from a pageant sometimes i swear

of course there’s intersections as well like ike and aia being drag race fans. i love seeing those two and their interpretation of gender! because vtuber models allow fashion that wouldn’t be possible in real life as WELL as the divide between the real world (flesh) and digital (vtuber) it allows a lot of room for people to be glamorous and interpret or critique gender (and other subjects) through that. for example ike’s crossdressing in flesh and in his vrchat model isn’t with an agenda in mind but makes his audience reconsider what their own definition of masculinity is. aia’s latest outfit is very inspired by magical girls and more specifically the military (style!!!) influence of their outfits and that goes hand in hand with how the lore associated can very easily be considered a statement on mental and physical disability. and so performing her own gender in an outfit that is influenced by the magical girl genre (which gets pretty sapphic pretty fast), military style (which alludes to strength, obedience, vigilance, etc), and invisible disability is So drag dude

hm. maybe i should make a post on aia’s lore and disability idk

anyways one of those two does his own thing regardless of heteronormative rules of gender because he wants to, not because there’s any underlying message about it, and that is a valid and real performance of gender. the other has a story associated with a look that bends heteronormative gender and advocates for a cause, and that is a valid and real performance of gender. and considering how drag is ultimately a critique of gender as well as society, people, etc through gender presentation, ya. they’re doing drag

i’m a believer that lip syncs are the foundation of drag but not a requirement. drag is fundamentally entertainment in general. so that’s how you get drag artists like divine who was mostly an actress but also did music. i’d also argue chappell roan, orville peck, lady gaga, lil nas x and dolly parton also fall under the umbrella of drag bc of how they incorporate their appearance into performance, and ofc bc they were also inspired by drag

so like, when i see unnämed’s 3d debut, what is fundamentally different from adore delano singing and playing music in drag. at some point we have to recognize things like changing colors, flame effects, etc are all extremes that contribute to an overall Look

and i won’t lie, i don’t have a lot of accessible drag near me so boulet brothers’ dragula is my favorite show. so we see artists in all sorts of entertainment fields: music, stand-up, stunts, fashion, acting, dance, merchandising, modeling, comedy, art, hell even ttrpgs. i can think of more than a few vtubers that have done or regularly do these things. if you dig biqtch puddin’s digital drag show streams then boy do i have news for you, as well as the many other drag artists that do youtube or streams

and if you REALLY want to get into the gender theory of it all then porcelainmaid is RIGHT THERE.

if you see drag artistry as putting on a character then doppio dropscythe, vox akuma, twisty amanozako, fulgur ovid, and pretty much every holo vtuber would count (and to a lesser degree every corporate vtuber)

if you see drag artistry as an element of an entertainer’s performance then mori calliope, finana ryugu, ren zotto, aster arcadia and uki violeta would count

if you see drag artistry as aesthetic/style of the person behind the screen then k9kuro, quinn benet’s vtuber model, cyyu, randon neuring, and porcelainmaid would count

but the point i’m trying to get at here is that drag blends appearance and entertainment together by satirizing or emphasizing gender, right? and that can be entertaining through all sorts of mediums which includes standard vtuber activities like streams. of course it’s up to the vtuber themself to declare themself a drag artist or not but if i woke up tomorrow and saw gawr gura added “bio queen” to her twitter bio i… really would not be surprised

so if someone could edit the “after a long night of hooking” audio on top of zali’s debut lore i’d appreciate it

[transamorousnetwork]

The Best Trans Girlfriend: Played By Nava Mau

I’m very near the end of gushing about Netflix’s Baby Reindeer. Just two more things need mentioning about this wonderful show. It’s wonderful because, as mentioned in the last post, Baby Reindeer reveals underlying causes keeping nearly all trans-attracted men in the shadows.

Primary among those causes is self loathing. Self loathing is as common among transgender women as it is among trans-attracted men. Which is one dimension across which both groups represent perfect matches.

But that’s another story; one I’ve shared many times. In this story, I want to focus on Teri, the transgender character played by Nava Mau. I’m going to crush a little on the actress too. So bear with me.

Alright, here we go.

Trans women and the power they possess

Speaking of crushing, this blog asserts over and over that trans women possess a unique power. Especially when they embrace all that they are. I’ve seen trans-attracted men literally transformed for the better because of that power. This power also partly explains why trans-attracted men who enjoy the pleasure of actually dating a trans woman finds himself so smitten to the core.

Teri, whom Donny, Baby Reindeer’s main character, meets on a dating website, is exactly the kind of trans woman I’m writing about. She’s self assured, measured and clear-headed. It helps, of course that she’s a therapist. Which also tells us she’s got some baggage herself. Therapists become therapists for a reason. And really good therapists are really good for that same reason.

Anyway, Teri’s at first open minded. She’s eager to get to know Donny, even though he’s presenting a totally bogus version of himself. That’s because he’s deeply shameful of his attraction. Which is interesting because Nava Mau is gorgeous in the extreme. And, to me, totally passable.

That doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. For a trans-attracted man dealing with his shame, however, it would seem Teri is a great match because she looks convincingly like a cis woman. Still, Donny tries Teri’s patience. She sees right through his lies, but goes along anyway. I presume she’s hoping to meet the real Donny eventually.

^^Nava Mau (Instagram)

Trans women: helping the men helps you

Which brings me back to the power of trans women. Listen ladies, if you want to be with a man, many such men exist who will love you out loud exactly as you are. But many more need some training. If you’re willing to, helping a guy get through his shame can create a lasting, deep love.

It also, however, can lead to disastrous outcomes. Which is why I advocate a particular approach to relationships. One that first starts with the relationship with yourself. Get that stable and it’s really easy to create any kind of relationship you want. Including with a guy. But if your relationship with yourself is wobbly, you can’t access that power, that focus that literally can turn a man into a prime relationship candidate.

There’s no reason a trans woman who wants to be with a man can’t be with one. But disempowering beliefs will put the kibosh on that goal every time. Those who tell positive stories – about themselves, about their man and their relationship – can literally create the ideal relationship from one that seems deeply flawed.

After all, we all meet our matches in the moment we meet them. That means every relationship we get into is a match. We might not like what that relationship contains, but isn’t it true that in every failed relationship we are the common denominator? That means we and we alone can change the relationship, because we are the focus of it.

And if that’s available to us, why keep running through guys? Why not instead choose a guy and walk with him through his struggles? Maybe he’ll do the same for you.

Bring on an ass kicking

This is what Teri tries to do. And for a while it works. But then Donny does something so freaking disgusting, even I was shocked when it happened. I won’t ruin the show with a spoiler. I’ll just say for Teri, it was the final straw. Later in the series we see her again, dating another guy.

Nava Mau surprised me as an actress. I was confused when she first appeared because my radar pinged her as trans, but she passed so completely. Her acting, however, really won me over. It was so passionate, so spirited. So raw. I wonder if she drew on her own experiences dating men. Looking at her Instagram profile, she may be into women. If that’s the case, she’s an even better actress.

I particularly enjoyed that the show portrayed her as a professional, with her own home and her own life. What also surprised me though was when she and Donny’s stalker squared off in one espisode, I expected Teri to beat the living daylights out of that girl.

That wouldn’t have been consistent with the plot though. So I can see why her character didn’t give that crazy stalker an ass kicking. Still, many of the trans women I’ve met not only are smart and capable, they’re more than willing to bring an ass kicking to the table if necessary. Which is another thing I admire about certain trans women: they’re tough. They have to be given what many go through.

It’s just too bad so many let what they go through also shape their expectations, especially in the dating realm. Which is why I started this blog.

Meeting our match isn’t coincidence

Now let’s be clear. Plenty of trans women like Teri exist in the world. Read that again men. If you’re not meeting them, it’s because you’re not a match to them. They have things going on. While you may find them on online dating sites, I don’t think they’re at bars. So finding them means letting go of preconceived notions about how to date. It also means letting go of the idea that you know where to find her.

Meeting such women usually means such connections happening by “chance”. People like that term “chance”. “Coincidence” is another word they love. From The Transamorous Network’s perspective, however, chance and coincidence aren’t real. What’s really happening when a trans woman suddenly appears on our path is in that moment we’ve allowed our desire for relationship dominate expectations that such a relationship isn’t possible.

In other words, the Universe is showing us that what we think is impossible is, in fact, possible. Which explains why usually, when such meetings happen, the girl is with someone already. It’s not that she’s meant for us, she’s meant to show us what’s available; when we let go of stories keeping what’s available on the horizon.

I say if you want a transgender partner, the best approach is letting it happen naturally, not trying to make it happen. Trying to make it happen brings us matches matching ALL we are – warts and all. Better to let it happen in divine timing, a timing that also allows us to become better matches.

So that when our match does show up, the match has more of what we want than what we don’t.

[lawyerkarunasharma]

Who bears the brunt of divorce?

[motherodysseus]

Ptolemaea - A Chapter One Preview

Note: I am hard at work on this next chapter! There's a lot to set up, and it is shaping up to be a bit of a behemoth (potentially around 9-10k words). I'm close to halfway there... I think, lol. But I thought I'd whet your appetites with a dialogue-heavy sneak peek. Enjoy!

“Is there not a chance that they might be impressed by me?” Alys asks after righting herself. “For winning back mine own hand, which was already supposed to be mine by rights?” She knows the answer, in truth, but feels desperate enough to ask.

“I suppose a small one,” Lymon considers. “Several houses have, or have had, ladies lead them, both in battle and as heads of house. And nearly all the Great Houses still recognize your father’s word as, if not law, then bond. But – whether we agree with them or not – most still see a lady’s place as in the home. Wedded, producing heirs, keeping house; not besting boys in the art of war. Or, one of the arts, at least. We will have to count ourselves lucky if they perceive it as a rebellion against your uncle –”

“Which it is,” she counters.

“Aye, but it is as likely, if not more so, that they will take offense, viewing it as a rejection of their house. We can’t presume that they will see it for what it truly is: a disavowal of your Uncle’s grasp for power,” he concludes.

Frustrated, Alys drops her head into her hands, fingers digging into her scalp. She wishes to growl, to scream, to rip at her hair or slam her fists on the table. To do anything to act upon her feelings. Instead, she takes a deep breath, then another, working to calm the tumult in her mind. Perhaps one more breath would do. Once she collects herself, she sets her hands back on the table, folding them together as her fingers continue to twist the signet. “Is there any other option?” she asks. “Any possibility of getting through this unscathed?” And unwed?

“There is one. You will not like it,” says the Maester, lips drawn thin. 

“Tell me.”

“You run. No, do not interrupt. I know you have been in near constant contact with your Velaryon kin, the Lady Laena and your Aunt, the Princess Rhaenys, since your mother’s passing. I am the one who sends your letters, after all,” he says. “I took the liberty of sending a raven to your Uncle, Lord Corlys, making him aware of your plight – something you neglected to share with him, or any of them, it would seem.” 

Aye, because until this moment, I assumed that I had this in hand. Arrogant, mayhaps, but it is the truth. Lymon takes her silence as encouragement to continue.

“He and the Princess Rhaenys have agreed to take you in as their ward. It is not customary, I know, but they are one of the most powerful houses in the Seven Kingdoms; soon to be made even more so with the wedding of your cousin Laenor to the Princess of Dragonstone a moon’s turn from now. They will have the security of the Crown behind them, and they can protect you until Cregan secures his seat. You may even be able to advocate for aid, if not from the Crown, then from your Uncles. Docking the Velaryon fleet at White Harbor would be a show of force, and could serve to discourage the lords that back Bennard against this coup.”

Alys quietly absorbs Lymon’s counsel. My Maester has been hard at work, it seems. It is a clever, nay, brilliant plan; but it is an unacceptable one.

“If I abandon my house, and my brother, what message does that send? And, should I run, as you suggest, what is to stop Bennard from closing the gates to us? A few hundred men can hold Winterfell, even if ten thousand set upon its gates. Winter is Coming, and all he’ll need to do is wait us out.” Alys sighs. “It is tempting to call upon the Velaryons for aid, I admit; but to ask for interference from a Southern house, kin or no, is tantamount to admitting Creg cannot hold the North. It would bolster Bennard’s claim that he is untried, unfit, unready. My brother would never allow it, nor can I. No, Maester. I cannot leave; for there must always be a Stark in Winterfell, a true one.”

[witchthewriter]

Hi there lovely! Here’s my information for the Sons of Anarchy Ship/Match-up

Features: I’m a female, standing at 5’6, I possess long light brown hair with a tint of redness in the sunlight. My hazel eyes change each day from green/brown to brown/gold. I have the sun and moon tattoos on my thighs, a shark up my side torso on my ribs, half an arm sleeve and a neck tattoo revealing my zodiac sign – Gemini (which I often hide) I’m slender with curves.

Hobbies: I am a workaholic; it becomes my hobby at times. I work in the funeral home, removing the deceased from the POD. I enjoy my free time spent with my dogs, my fierce Doberman and my lovable, motivating exercise collie partner. I enjoy reading all things Stephen King and James Patterson and playing any horror related video games. You guessed it, I’m a strong advocate for the horror genre, and Freddy Krueger will always have my heart. I watch SOA and SPN religiously whenever I tilly tally around the house.

Personality: Often seen as an outgoing, happy go lucky, eccentric lady (This is from first judgement from people I know) When really, I’m rather introverted and possess way too dark humour. I collect knives, different types ranging from a replica of the SPN demon blade, to a jungle machete. These are all encases in a glass shelf, only used for display. I love to make others laugh, and I’m incredibly loyal to those I care for. I don’t practice religion (I support others who do) as the only thing I believe in, is the reaper.

Aesthetics: Not sure if this is a term but my house is very much cabin like. Wooden beams, brown features, brown clocks with black accents. I love this kind of theme, heavily decorated with green plants and fish tanks.  

Likes: Lover of being at home, with my man and the dogs. Also a lover of all things spooky. I enjoy long hot showers with my candles lit in the shower itself, It’s so peaceful. I love to read, whether it be books in my hand or online. Sadly, I am a smoker, so my time alone on my patio having a cig is therapeutic to me. I adore time spent with my little family or my close friends whether it be going to the pub for a beer or shopping at Walmart for new bedding 😊 Coffee is my best friend.

Dislikes: My biggest dislike in this world, is seeing animals mistreated. I am that person that buys the near dead betta fish at the pet store and brings it home to treat and watch thrive. I dislike SNAKES. They just scare me, but don’t wish any ill will on them. Hypocrites are my triggers, can’t stand someone who preaches to the choir about wrong doings when they’re actively just as guilty. Own your shit is my motto.             

Brief fun facts about me!

Used to train canines for search work, in areas such as narcotics and explosives. My closest friend is my grandma. I love to wear black. My go to perfume is good girl. I play COD often – I’m competitive in nature. I wear the SONS rings as I got them custom made, and it’s my favourite accessory!

I put way too much into this post, but hopefully it’ll help lots with finding my best ship! Thanks for taking the time to do this 😊  

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

You LITERALLY sound like a character from Supernatural?!?! Are you sure you aren't Bobby's long-lost daughter or something?

Also being a canine trainer?! Um... are you the coolest person in the goddamn world? I think so.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑶𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏! I think you guys would be such a perfect match. In a way, you remind me of a cool-ass version of Donna? You seem very strong - emotionally, mentally and physically. Opie is a quiet guy, very loyal and genuine. You don't have to worry about him being manipulative or having underlying motives. He practically wears his heart on his sleeve but does his best not to show it.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・You’d both be very level-headed and know you can trust the other. Opie is incredibly loyal, and if you showed to him the same loyalty, then nothing could come between you. 

・I think Opie would put on a brave face to watch horror movies, and he finds some scenes funny. Although he gets tight-lipped when there’s a lot of gore (feels a bit guilty?)

・He’d actually like one of your favourite horror movies, and love getting themed gifts from you

・Opie would love staying at home with you - you two would move in together and make your home a paradise. You both have a similar aesthetic. Cabin, rustic, and cosy, Opie would absolutely adore your dogs. 

・I think you would fit in with the club very easily. Gemma would be wary of you at first, but realise you aren't someone that's easily pushed around. You would definitely grow on her without realising it.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

2, 9 (now that you've listened to a bit more solo stuff), 12 (in Celebration of her 90th birthday tomorrow lol), 22, 29

2. Unpopular Paul opinion?

My most unpopular Paul opinion is that Band on the Run is better than Ram and also I find that thing he does where he gives his voice more.... volume (think: Lady Madonna) doesn't always work and I prefer his more "plain" vocals (Yesterday, Little Lamb Dragonfly).

9. What do you think of Paul's lyrics?

They vary greatly lol. Often they're very fun, purely phonetically speaking, sometimes I find them insanely profound and they scratch my very specific itch of like Perfect Songwriting, sometimes they're not notable but don't bother me, sometimes they fail the vibe check, like "you could take a pound of love and cook it in a stew" or "my woman fits me like a glove" (JAIL!). Sometimes they're Hi Hi Hi.

12. What do you think of Yoko's art?

I've looked into some of her exhibitions and I see the appeal tbh. I read through a lot of Grapefruit once and found it pretty funny, though also much longer than it needed to be. She's a better singer than she gets credit for and I do feel like people are kind of missing the point when they call her scream music horrible. Like sure, it's unpleasant to listen to, but clearly that's the point?

22. Do we not talk enough about how problematic Ringo is/was?

Depends, to what end? It's interesting how he's designated a Wacky Old Grampa first and foremost without much to answer for – at the same time he's still regularly the butt of the joke even within fandom spaces and a bunch of people don't really engage with him as an individual. I feel like, you've just gotta be balanced? Like, I don't see much point in problematizing him as a figure if one isn't also invested in understanding him fully. It's true that John and Paul take the brunt of criticism but that's mostly because they also get the brunt of the praise and empathy. So hmm, yknow?

29. Should Paul get to change the name order on the songs he wants?

I really Don't Care much lol. I think Paul over-prioritizes this but I recognize that probably John did too, he just got "lucky" and now looks less invested because he didn't have to change anything to get his way. But. I Don't Care – he can advocate for this, but it's nowhere near as relevant as most of the metanarrative surrounding John v Paul. Also bringing back my meme now.

[tookishcombeferre]

I have no idea who this will reach, but I feel like it needs to be said.

To my fellow autistic folks, there is no reality in which this is worth the risks. The world is better for us being in it than without us here. You and your life are worth so much more than whatever benefits you think contorting yourself into a neurotypical box will solve. You do not exist to serve people who would rather see you six feet under than living a life full of happy hands and special interests.

To my friends with anxiety/PTSD/OCD, I know it would be a small miracle to have the life before the triggers. I would trade getting my memories and stability back for damn near anything, but this is not that thing. We cannot trust him. Death is not worth the maybes in this "miracle cure."

Please advocate for children! I have a kid. I would never want to change my squish. I would certainly never sign them over to this ass-hat. But, not all parents see their children as humans they are merely stewarding until their brains develop enough to make choices on their own. Children are not accessories. They are not purses. They are not shoes. They are people. They are not made for the consumption of others. Mine likes to squeal with delight while enjoying Pad Thai. Some folks might find that annoying, but the little old ladies at our local Thai place think they're the best thing since sliced bread. So, there's that. I don't know if my squish is neurospicy or not, but I couldn't bear to lose them over something so trivial as "curing" their joy over creepy Halloween decor and their distain for swinging sideways.

Like I said, I don't know who needs this, or who will even see it amongst the numerous bots that follow me. But, I hope this reaches who it needs to.

Not a single monkey survived the Neuralink experiment. I’ll bet Elmo can’t wait to start torturing and murdering human beings with this.

[opossumthrifting]

INAUGURAL THRIFT HAUL!

hello and welcome to the first installment of my thrifting adventures here on tumblr. I don’t get clothes that much, and when i do they’re almost always 80/90s grandma/elementary school teacher vests and sweaters.

i usually get cards, knick knacks, trinkets, toys/plushies, craft stuff, and media (VHS, cassettes, and books are what i seek out the most, but dvds, cds, etc are cool too)

so welcome to my first post of many. i won’t do just hauls, next will probably be my VHS, DVD, Cassette, or CD collection (i am a heavy advocate for physical media), but this blog is called opossumthrifting, so ya! lets get on with it!

ESTATE SALE (09/26)

pictured above is 3 ceramic skeleton keys (non-functional) [$1 all], a VHS boxset of the original star wars films in great condition [$10], and an x files 1998 calendar that i mistook for a vinyl </3 [$1]

(the back of said calander)

an entirely mechanical novelty pendulum clock from the 1960s! i only got it for $1 because the nice people running the estate sale thought it didn’t work, but it does! below is a video of it :]

GARAGE SALE 1 (09/27)

in a small town 20 minutes away (that i frequent for a really good thriftstore there, its basically the only one i go to regularly), they were having a townwide garage sales! its nearing the end of yardsale/garage sale season, so i decided to pop in and found some goodies!

pictured above is a Craft Bazaar edition (i have a halloween and a ‘mega’ edition, so i guess i have a collection now!) [.25], a cookbook for my best friend, its not all gingerbread but it sure is all baking! [.25], a random cookbook that was in fantastic condition, so i’m gonna try and learn some of them! [.25], and a precious moments “tender tails” turkey! [$1]

the people there were really sweet, there was a man who was putting stuff out/straightening things up and he called me kiddo, and there a woman who was sitting at the cash table(??) and called me hon :}}

GARAGE SALE 2 (09/27)

next stop! this was listed on the towns website for the event, it had vintage hallmark pins listed (which i collect)! they were a tad expensive, and the ladies were so sweet i felt bad haggling :[ so i didn’t, they had a lot but i only got a st. patty’s day mouse [$10] (i don’t have a st pattys pin yet), then i got the rescuers book (with special edition cover for the ‘brand new’ motion picture!) [$1], a set of ribbon [it was tagged as $2 but i think she might’ve put it down to a $1 because of my total), two ET chapter books [$1 each]

…and a little surprise in the reflective cover ET book! this definitely was a kids favorite once upon a time, and i’m honored to have it in my possession now (and the cutie little bookmark!)

disney’s alice in wonderland picturebook from 1975! there are some pencil/graphite scribbles by the one and only Lisa (who’s name is scrawled on the front page), but i don’t mind! [$1]

last but definitely not least, papa turkey to match the baby turkey i got at the other sale! he wishes to protect his baby, so he proclaims “EAT HAM” with his clever little sign! [$3]

I had chatted with the two women running this particular sale for a bit, and apparently they’d been elementary school teachers in the 80s (from what i could gather)! they’d switch out the pins for each holiday, put the papa turkey near the entrance to their classroom, and the books probably belonged to a small classroom library! there was also a carrying case FILLED with 1980s MLPs, including a flocked one in AMAZING condition, but it was $50 for all and she wasn’t willing to split D: i hope they all find a nice home together though :]

GARAGE SALE 3 (09/27)

only got one thing here- this 1984 (or '83, can't remember for sure) Tonka 63 piece jigsaw puzzle featuring Pound Puppies! the lady there was really nice, i asked if she knew if all the pieces were there, she said no but counted them up for me :] they're all there!

QUICK THRIFT-STORE STOP (09/27)

alas, this post comes to a close with the thrift store that was my gateway into the various activities in the town; it's come to the point where some people think i go to the local highschool (whoops), but here we go! my dad (who was driving) had to go to the bathroom, so we stopped by and i rifled through some things for a bit. I'd already been there wednesday (today being friday), but I saw the basket of plushies was much fuller.

a majority of them were knock-off catholic beanie babies (so many that i started saying "holy copyright infringement batman!), but i still found some good stuff!

i collect vintage greeting cards! i have a few artists/series i collect in specific (bunnies by the bay, suzy's zoo, precious moments, and russ cards to name a few), but i didn't rifle through the CARD TOWER (trademark pending) as much as i usually do, but i pulled out a couple cuties! three teddy bear cards, and an embossed flower card by hallmark (of which i forgot what flower it is...)!

above is (from top to bottom and left to right), a beanie boo backpack clip for my best friends sister, a Snowden (and friends) mouse, a little pink bear with no tag and a detatched mini thread spool (which i will soon sew back on), two Aurora roosters (i couldn't separate them D: that would just be cruel), and three state beanie babies (i heart mississipi, lousiana, and alabama bears) for my mother!

not picture is a really cool old, compact jewelry box called THE JEWEL KIT (all rights reserved), it's black and unfolds out. it can't be that practical, but it's neat! the pictures were too beefy for tumblr though D: