#like harls is amazing

[starscelly]

i loooove the harls miro pairing. we all know this. however i am also fucking enraged bc all it took for miro to get even a smidge of attention outside of stars fans is to be paired with a north american that compliments his play style. are you fucking kidding me. he’s been dragging suter’s corpse around for YEARS and now every tweet abt him starts with how much harls has improved!!!! not even one miro centric thought! i am mitski drunk walk home screaming!!!!!!! I HATE HOCKEYS NORTH AMERICAN PLAYER BIAS I HATE HOCKEYS NORTH AMERICAN PLAYER BIAS I HATE HOCKEYS NORTH AMERIC

[kitnita]

thomas harley for nhl network   —   EDM vs DAL;   game 1   —   05.23.24

[i want to ask you just one last question about — just, the makeup of this team, ‘cause i always joke that dallas has two cores. there’s, like, the veteran core group, and then there’s the young guys. when you guys are out at team events, like … does it stay that way? who mixes with who? like, what is the dynamic when you guys are just spending time together? like, does the youth stick together i guess is what i’m asking.]   yeah, us young guys stick together. um — me and johnny still room together on the road. we, uh, we gotta keep that going. but, yeah, the old guys kinda stick to the old guys, the young guys stick with the young guys, so it’s — it’s pretty much what you’d think it’d be.  [last one for you — just, miro heiskanen, and what he is like to play with, what he’s like on the bench. is he a vocal guy? ‘cause he seems quiet, to the outsiders; is that actually how he is all the time?]   yeah, he’s pretty quiet. um … i like to get him going a little bit.   [how do you do that?]   just — excuse the language, but give him some shit. um, yeah. just kinda poke him, a little bit. um — kinda be a younger brother to him. 

[katiemccabeswife]

Babysitting

Matilda’s x Reader

Word Count: 615

You take the honour of babysitting Harley and Harper.

As the team walked into the entertainment lounge they heard the melody of “Walk the Dinosaur” through the closed door.

“Oi, who’s in there?” Hayley asked, looking around the group of girls for whoever was missing.

“Y/N was watching Harps and Harls, so I assume it’s them,” Katrina answered.

You had tweaked your hamstring in the last game so you were supposed to be resting it for the upcoming game but you raised your hand for babysitting and you were having the time of your life so were Harper and Harley.

Sam, who was leading the group opened the door as the music ended to see you and the two young girls, posing.

“Mumma!” Both of the girls screamed before running towards their mothers.

“What's going on here, Y/N?” Ellie asked with a smile on her face.

“We dance!” Harley yelled from Tameka’s arms.

“Can you show us!?” Kyra yelled from the back of the group.

Harper screamed in delight and ran up towards you, Harley following closely, both girls tugging you back towards the makeshift stage. You got onto your knees so you were level with the young girls, “Do you want me to do it with you or just help from in front?” You asked as you pretended to whisper.

The girls had agreed that you have to do it with them and so you got into your positions before you played the song from the start.

You started facing with your backs to the girls and started bopping your knees before jumping to face the front and clapping your hands above your head. The girls were eating it up, multiple of them had their phones out filming but you did not falter and held a picture perfect smile on your face, Harps and Harls copying you.

As the song built up to the chorus the three of you started popping your chests with your hands on your hips, all three of you put in 100% effort. As the chorus began you followed the steps sung though the song and you were so proud of the girls beside you for remembering all the moves.

The dance continued with the older crowd clapping and wooing before they found you once again in your finishing positions.

The small crowd that had formed cheered loudly and you bent down again to give the girls high fives.

“Thank you!” You and the girls bowed, “We’ll be here all week!” You joked.

Tameka and Katrina came up and thanked you for watching their girls as well as entertaining the team and many of the girls came up and congratulated you on your outstanding performance.

“Best dancer out there,”

“Didn’t know you were that coordinated?”

“How did you move your hips like that?”

We’re only some of the many questions and statements thrown at you. Everyone over all of the social media platforms loved the performance and the girls from Arsenal made sure to message you to borderline bully you.

“Thank you for looking after me, Y/N,” Harley came up and gave you a hug.

You pouted at the cuteness, “You're very welcome my love, thank you for being such a great dance partner.” You kissed her cheek and tickled her sides making her giggle and run away.

Before you could stand from your crouched position Harper came up and tackled you into a hug, “Thank you for teaching me dancing Y/N/N,” She gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“You are ever so welcome, lovely. You were amazing on the dance floor,” You kissed her nose and picked her up and danced with her again as someone had put on more music.

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Sorry it's kinda shit but I've been having major baby fever lately :) Also why does everyone forget about Harley?!

[spencer0o7]

soft harley quinn x fem reader gf hcs?

I’ve always loved harley quinn so i rlly love this idea 💗 (sorry it took me forever tho)

Harley LOVES hugging you. You’ll often cuddle on the couch together probably watching some movie musical. Harley definitely isn’t afraid of PDA either. She’ll kiss you, hold your hand or hug you in public. She loves you and isn’t afraid to show it.

“Harls everyone’s looking,” You giggle. “Let em look!”

You love doing eachother’s hair. If you have curly/coily hair she’ll learn to do styles on your hair type. You love having matching hairstyles, like both having braids or fun updo’s.

She loves helping you do your makeup (though be aware she likes doing experimental looks). You two often go on night outs, especially to nightclubs to get wasted. You’ll always look out for each other though. Harley will throw hands with any guy being creepy. You’re there if Harley ever gets so drunk she starts fighting the bartender.

Sleeping in bed with Harley is so chaotic. She for some reason cannot sleep without 9 blankets and she can’t share a single one with you. You’ll eventually fall asleep cold and freezing but you’ll wake up with Harley’s legs intertwined with yours and her arms around your waist. She’s a blanket hog but you love her.

Harley never goes grocery shopping with a list. Shopping with her is definitely and experience. Every 5 seconds Harley will pop up in front of you holding some random product and telling you about how she “NEEDS to have this.”

You’ll let her try to convince you about this “amazing” product she can’t live without for a bit till she eventually runs off to find something else to obsess about.

Cooking food together is how you love spending time together. You love cooking and Harley loves cooking with you (you’re always stopping her from putting ‘special ingredients’ in the food). If you ever find some new recipe you want to try, Harley will be right there with you buying the ingredients at a marketplace and following your instructions on what to do next in the kitchen.

“Next pour the stock into the rice,” You say reading from the recipe. “Aye aye chef,” She replied cheerfully. You watch as Harley pours the stock into the pan with the rice. She looks at you with excitement “What’s next?”

[hannah-h-pleb]

BABESSSSs

Aftercare hcs and kinda selfcare hcs with Cartman 🥺

Like him painting your nails and slapping your hand every time you reach for something because you’ll ruin his hard work. He’d probably hold water up for you and everything while complaining about how you better not mess your nails. He’d probably blow on them too because he insists the way you do it is wrong somehow. He’s probs gossiping the whole time too because he’s a messy ass bitch

Thank you for the suggestion Harles! I love this idea 🤭 Sorry this took so long!

This is going to be interesting for sure. What I’ll do is include both aftercare and self care headcanons in which Eric is surprisingly soft and kind towards you which is…a terrifying concept for anyone who’s known him since fourth grade

All characters are aged up to 18 or older as always

Eric Cartman x Reader: Aftercare/Self Care Headcanons

Aftercare:

As already established, this man does not hold back in bed, so expect to be sore and very tired after going at it with him. After you guys are done, you lie down on his bed trying to catch your breath

He leaves the room for a little while while you try to recover from the events of the night. You’re pleasantly surprised when he comes back

Because this man has a glass of water with ice and a straw, a small snack (which could either be a couple of cookies, or some of his cheesy poofs because you’re just that special) and a warm face cloth, like dude is ready to clean you up and help you unwind after what he’s just done to you

He sits down beside you on the bed, stroking your cheeks with the back of his fingers before bringing the warm face cloth to you face. “Shshsh, relax. I’ve got this” he whispers to you as he slowly wipes your face clean. His touch is so soft and gentle, the exact opposite of how he was treating you not too long ago

And he doesn’t half ass it either. He takes his time, going slow to ensure your face was cleaned up good. As he’s washing your face he’s asking you if you’re okay, if you’re in any pain, and giving words of affirmation. Telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are even if you feel like a mess at the moment

Once he’s done, he peppers your face with quick kisses to make you giggle. He smirks at you before holding out the glass of water for you to take a sip. Also feeds you your snack. Right now he doesn’t want you to do anything, he wants you to relax and let him take care of you

Self Care:

Remember how I said he probably has a whole skincare routine? Oh yes he does, and now he’s going to try it on you

He brings you into his bathroom and you’re taken back by all the skincare products he has. Everything from moisturizers, face masks, scrubs, you name it. Just don’t tell him which ones to use first because he insists he knows what he’s doing

Also probably wouldn’t let you try and use any of it because he thinks you’ll use too much or not enough 🙄 But hey, you understand that your boyfriend likes to do things a particular way so you’re patient with him

Can imagine that he takes his face mask applicator to your skin in very slow, soft strokes. He’s got his eyes squinted and he sticks his tongue out the side of his mouth as he’s concentrating on your face. You relish in how gentle he’s being, he’s rarely ever this soft

So you sit there and let him do his thing. He gently takes the face mask off, washing your face to get off any excess that’s still on you, before applying moisturizer and full on massaging your face. It’s a win win, he gets to touch your face and you get a good massage. By the time he’s done, you’re amazed by how soft your skin feels and he stands there all cocky about the fact that you’re admiring his work

To echo @h-harleybaby’s idea, he absolutely loves doing your nails. He wants to be the one to pick the colour and everything. Again, don’t even try to give suggestions because he knows what he’s doing (but if there was a particular colour you really wanted he would oblige because he loves you)

If you even move an INCH while he’s doing them he’ll smack you on the hands and go, “Aye! You’ll smudge it! Hold still would ya?”. Anyone else would assume he’s being an ass, but again, he likes things done a certain way and you respect that. You can’t help but giggle when he rages like that not only because it’s funny, but because he’s so focused and serious about it. You admire it though

Let’s not forget, he’s probably gossiping the whole time too. Could be about someone who looked at him funny, someone who had mouthed him off earlier (probably Kyle), or just anything really. You listen to him as he works his magic, making sure that not a single ounce of the nail polish is smudged or out of place. When he’s finished he admires his work and reminds you of how lucky you are to have a boyfriend who actually cares about how you look, as well as a boyfriend how actually knows how to do nails properly. Also, he’ll tell you to be verrrry careful with them because if you chip them even a little bit he’s doing them again

Loved writing some wholesome Cartman because there’s not enough of it. Got some dating headcanons in the works too! Because if you think he wouldn’t be like this at all, all will be explained in the dating headcanons ☺️

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Hi hi ok I'm not the same anon, just someone else whos slightly too infatuated with Mr. Cobblepot, especially from BTAS. If you're still taking requests, can I get something with him? Dealer's choice, or I'm sure I can come up with a prompt. Thanks so much!

Yelllo! I actually wrote this a while back but I don’t believe I ever published it, so, have this gem!

Warnings: none really, minor alcohol mention, it’s a Christmas party with the rogues

Info: Btas!Oswald Cobblepot x GN(masc leaning)!reader (no gender is explicitly mentioned, but it is slightly implied in like one sentence)

“So, [Name].”

“So, Edward.” you replied, continuing to pour mugs of warm Apple Cider Moonshine. Glancing up for a fleeting moment, you were surprised to see the two green themed heros leaning on the counter, Ivy with her signature smirk, and Riddler smiling like the Cheshire cat. With a sigh, you lowered the pitcher and raised an eyebrow.

“What do you think about Pengy? Think he’s cute?” Isley purred, fully leaning against the counter and walking her fingers up your chest to boop your nose. For a lesbian, she tended to flirt with men plenty, it just seemed to be in her nature, you suppose (pun not intended).

“You know how I feel, Ivy.” you shook your head, lips unwillingly smiling at the mention of the bird-based villain. “He's sweet, cute, unbelievably polite.” Another sigh, this one an odd mix of listful and discouraged. “And way, way, out of my league.”

“Mhmhm.” Edward hummed, waving his hand dismissively at the idea. “Yes- but would you kiss him?”

“No, Edward, I wouldn't,” you drawled on sarcastically as you started to fill the last two mugs, “of course I would! I’d do it in a heartbeat. But he doesn't like me like that, Eddie.”

They shared a look, before slinking out of the kitchen without another word. You sighed, shaking your head as you poured the last mug. “Bane! Mind leadin’ me a hand in here?”

Once everyone had gotten their drinks, some with alcoholic hot cocoa, others with your Apple Cider Moonshine, and Freeze with his eggnog, the festivities had officially started. Edward had a Christmas based trivia game, Harley and Ivy with karaoke, along with several various board games and movies in the background. It was going.. amazing, surprisingly. Jervis and Jonathan hadn't fought once, Harley didn't do a single prank, and Bane didn't break anything by accident.

The night was going great, and now it was time for presents.

“Mine first!” Harley chirped, jumping up before anyone else could. “Or- Emmett's first, technically, but it's from me!” She downright leaped over Jon and Freeze to reach the tree, grabbing a small black box with a red ribbon keeping it closed. Rushing back to the group, she dropped it on your lap with a beaming smile.

“I’m.. Very worried about this.” you murmured, taking a nervous glance at Oswald who was beside you. After everyone else took their seats before him, he was forced to sit next to you, which you far from minded. “This.. This better not be a glitter bomb Harls, because if it is-”

“Just open it!”

“Okay-! Okay.” you sighed, Harley backing away which made your eyebrows raise. “Ozzie, if I go down, will you go down with me?” your words were joking, but nonetheless the less Oswald took them to heart.

“Of course, my dear owl, if you are coated in glitter, I will be too.” He grinned, scooting closer so the box was between you both. One more glance at Harley, and you tugged off the ribbon.

There was a flash of white, before something leaped from the box like a jack-in-the-box, the ‘jack’ now a couple inches above your head, between you and Oswald. you blinked, a bit bewildered, turning to glare at the clown. “Really?” It wasn't angry, more so just confused and a bit annoyed. “Better than last year's glitter bomb…”

“Look up.” Harley giggled, pointing to the jack. Oswald and you did it at the same time, and your eyes widened at the round, tear shaped leaves, and white berries.

Mistletoe.

You both looked at eachother, eyes wide and face steadying turning more red.

“Well?” Ed called from the beanbag he was sharing with Harley, grinning, “what are you waiting for?”

“Oh- I- Oswald, you don't-”

“Dear if you don't want to kiss-”

Silence, both of you staring as realization seemed to kick in. You both wanted to kiss each other, but simply just.. thought the other one didn't. That by itself was a revelation, but right now you had seven of your shared friends watching with bated breaths. you knew better than to keep them waiting, too.

In one swift movement, you ducked down and pressed your lips to Oswald’s. He squawked in surprise, but just as your companions started to cheer, he was kissing back with his hands cupping your hips. Oh, both of you were inexperienced, and the kiss was awkward, but you didn't care and neither did Oz.

You pulled away, face red both from everyone’s collective cheering that their plan had worked and from the kiss, and smiled.

“Merry Christmas, Ozzie.”

[brightside-of-the-upsidedown]

Baby, I Got Sick This Morning

Chapter 10 I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses (For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails)

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Harringroveson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Word Count: 56,393

Status: On Going

Chapter Summary: Our boys take a break, Steve gets some rest, there is talking and- not talking. Beware Teddy Bears, for they are fierce ❤

Chapter Notes: Yes, sorry for the late update. Health has been dragging me down and I've stayed busy with work on top of it. But I hope this chapter finds you all well!

Thank you to my partner for his support and to my amazing beta, Leti, who could use all the love right now ❤ go read and support her fics on @leticheecopae! Tell her Harle sent you ❤

The next update may take 2 to 4 weeks, hopefully not that long but I like to let people know what to expect as I'm writing as I go.

Thank you all for hanging in there with me ❤ your support means a lot!

Story Summary: Steve is dying, but what hurts the most is watching how it's affecting his family, his friends, everyone around him.

Nothing seems to be helping - not his community rallying around him, not magic itself, and not the devoted attention of Eddie Munson. Eddie is a rock and a hurricane in Steve's life. Steve might also be a little bit in love with him.

Then, one day when all other options run out, Eddie introduces him to one Billy Hargrove, and Steve's already-screwed-up life might be taking a turn. But is it for the better or for the more dangerous?

Notes: not all of Steve's chronic issues will be healed. He will always have some disabilities because I ain't about about that 'cure all' shit. They're just saving his life here.

As for the magical pregnancy: it will be in the sequel, so you'll be able to read this as a stand alone if it's a squick for you. I gotchu buddies ❤

Tags: Terminal Illnesses, Chronic Illness, Fantasy, What If Stranger Things Was More Like Buffy The Vampire Slayer?, Magic Shit, Mentioned Malpractice, Magic Practice, Magical Healing Cock, Future Magical Pregnancy? It's all complicated and Fairy Tale Rumplestiltskin bullshit, Magical Creatures, Demodogs are Hellhounds, Steve is bad sick from an injury, head injuries, Head Injury, Past Torture, Past Relationship(s), past Stancy, Tinnitus, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Chrissy lived and is living her best life somewhere, mention of cults, Steve's having a bad time but it improves, Steve Needs a Hug, he's gonna get one and more, Billy Hargrove is Bad at Feelings, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve with long hair, I'm running out of ideas for tags so I'll add more later, please suggest tags if you like, slow updates but please comment it helps so much

[scmantic]

Is that Emma D’arcy? Oh, no, that’s Spencer Westin, a thirty year old music producer who uses they/them pronouns. They currently live in Realeza de Quilpue, and the character they identify with most is Tony Stark from Iron Man. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! 

BASICS 

full name: spencer demetria westin   hometown: new york, new york   sexuality: lesbian  birthday: august 18  zodiac: leo sun, virgo moon, leo rising  height: 5’7”  languages spoken: english, spanish marital status: single children: none  traits: creative, charming, dynamic, self-indulgent, resentful, materialistic  career claim: danny l. harle and ag cook production credits

HISTORY tw daddy issues

born to a britpop superstar, jack westin, (oasis vibes) and a former american supermodel, monica, in new york city, spencer was spoiled as hell... by their nannies

spencer and their older brother were raised by the best nannies money could buy while their dad toured the world doing music and their mom did nyc socialite things while occasionally hanging out with the kids when the mood struck her (me as a mom idk)

their parents got divorced just after spencer turned four and they hate each other deeply xx, they do not speak, which is fine by spencer because they prefer their mom by FAR

they went to the best private schools in the city and grew up playing all sorts of instruments (can play guitar, piano, violin, saxophone, drums, AND the piccolo <33 )

spencer applied for a bunch of music programs for college, but decided against going to any of them, just starting to make music with their friends (helped that they have a big ass trust fund bestowed at 18)

very quickly started to gain traction in the industry with their unique style

their dad has been a VERY public hater of their genre of music, never outrightly naming spencer but... has made it pretty clear

they haven't spoken to their dad in about four years, their older brother doesn't understand what the big deal is "just ignore him, who cares? that's just dad... etc." and spencer speaks to their dad only through him

spencer had a pretty publicized, very nasty breakup with a popstar about a year ago and fled to chile where their mom used to bring them and their brother during the summers to try and spare themself the public blowback

too bad they're still being messy, but it can't be helped <33

PERSONALITY/FUN FACTS

asshole

thinks they are god's gift to this green earth (they are) (but they also don't believe in god)

sooooo good at ghosting people, loves to hit it and quit it, if you will

uses their money to get what they want on occasion (often)

despite the nepo baby label, they are quite talented and have worked with a lot of really amazing artists, but they do flaunt their talent A Lot and want everyone to know that they are good at what they do

always changing up their hair — length, color, everything

charming in a maddening way, like you WANT to hate them sm but... they have charm, they have charisma

fuckboi energy, especially now that they are single <33 femmes watch out, they want to break ur heart <33

WC page found here (eventually) pinterest found here

[sheena-is-a-punk-rocker]

Harley's an emotional clingy drunk after that third margarita, but Rick's not complaining

So, this was inspired by one of those angsty prompt lists here on tumblr and the lines I specifically used were "Please come get me" and "Sit tight, I'll be right there". Yeah, basically, Rick thinks something bad happened but Harley just got really drunk and emotional and missed him. You're welcome.

Rick’s dozing on the couch when his phone buzzing jolts him awake. He snatches it off the coffee table and squints at the bright screen. It’s a message from Harley.

“Please come get me”.

He automatically assumes the worst and gets off the couch and gets his shoes on as he types out a reply.

“Where are you?”

He gets a response by the time he’s out the door and sends a message back.

“Sit tight, I’ll be right there”.

The sight that greets him at the club, however, is not what he expects. He expects Harley to be having a panic attack in the bathroom. What he sees is Harley laughing and having a great time with her friends, seemingly.

One of them notices him approaching and nudges Harley to get her attention. She turns around and her whole face lights up before she starts rushing towards him. He braces for impact as she launches herself into his arms—arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He shoots a confused look at her group of roller derby friends, who just shrug in response. Although one does comment, “Wow you’re actually real. Half expected her to be lying.”

He focuses his attention back on his girlfriend, who’s currently nuzzling her nose into his neck and trying to get as close to him as possible—which is impossible given the fact that she’s wrapped around him like a spider monkey.

“Uh… you okay, Harls?”

“Yeah,” she sighs happily. “I just missed ya.”

“You missed me?”

“Wouldn’t shut up about you for over two hours,” one of her friends complains. “To anyone who would listen. And even some who wouldn’t.”

“What’d she say about me?” he asks, suddenly very curious. He knows how chatty drunk Harley can be and he’d rather not be arrested tonight.

“Oh, just about how amazing and badass—”

“He literally almost killed my ex with his bare hands, it was sexy as fuck!” Harley yells, before burying her face back into his neck.

“—and how great you are in the bedroom,” her friend finishes.

“I swear to god it was ten!” she picks her head up to yell over her shoulder. “He made me count ‘em!”

He can feel his face heating and quickly decides to change the subject. “How many margaritas have you had, Harls?”

“Um… four?”

That explains a lot. Harley has a tendency to turn into an emotional clingy drunk after that third margarita. Not that he’s complaining—he secretly adores clingy Harley.

“Okay, let’s get you home, Harls,” he says, as he makes a move to set her down—but she tightens her grip on him.

He sighs and asks one of her friends to hand him her purse. He slings it over his shoulder and makes sure he has a good grip on her before carrying her through the club and out the door.

They’re halfway down the block where the car is when she starts nibbling on his ear and telling him, “Take me home, Colonel.”

Because, oh yeah, that’s right—she’s also a horny drunk.

He sighs as he unlocks the car. “Harls, we both know you’re just gonna pass out as soon as we get home.”

She actually ends up passing out before they even make it home. She stirs a little bit as he unbuckles her seatbelt but remains asleep as he carries her up to their apartment. He carefully maneuvers her out of her clubbing outfit and into one of his t-shirts before tucking her under the covers. He goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water and the bottle of painkillers and puts them on her nightstand before getting himself ready for bed and sliding under the covers with her.

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He’s up bright and early the next morning and goes about getting ready to go to the gym—quietly, so as not to wake Harley, who’s still dead to the world.

He hears a groan from behind him as he’s pulling on a shirt and then Harley’s groggy voice mumbling, “Ugh, I wanna climb ya like a tree right now but I feel like I’m gonna puke and my head is killing me.”

He chuckles and goes over to the bed. He kisses her forehead and tells her, “Ibuprofen’s on the nightstand. I’ll be back in two hours.”

He comes back bearing two of Sal’s signature egg sandwiches and they spend the rest of the day cuddling on the couch while Harley nurses her hangover.

Is their relationship over the top and a little unorthodox? Maybe, but Rick wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[starscelly]

i’ll follow you until you love me…

or, miroharls set to paparazzi ft. harls interviews

[marimobath]

6 albums i've been listening to as tagged by @bouillonbabe!

melody a.m - royksopp

69 love songs - magnetic fields

time (the revelator) - gillian welch

broken flowers - danny l harle

details - frou frou

the shepherd's dog - iron and wine

PLUS desire, i want to turn into you - caroline polachek

notes: hunchbacked women's rights!! melody am is such a tasty album. very early 00's, eple sounds like the psp UI, bouncy and blobject-esque. gillian welch is an amazing gem if you want to try out bluegrass/enjoy the o brother where art thou soundtrack.

tagging (if you're interested): @courageinsect, @hilariabaldwinsspanishaccent, @causticcrow, @merkleymrack, @sewntogetherbutch and anyone who would like to do this!!!

[ask-spider-man-61610]

Specs!! Happy birthday!!!

Highkey thought I wasn't going to have your gift ready in time, but Harley helped me push through (aka save me from a bit of a panic) and get it all tied off properly.

And thus, I present to you... shirts!

Okay, so they're not fancy shirts or anything. They're kinda like... undershirts? But the point is that they look pretty normal. It's the material that makes the difference-- a bit of my own solidified silk for stretch, plus a slash-resistant filament from Harls. So when you go undercover you'll have a bit more protection than just plainclothes. (And you shouldn't have to tailor them much-- Emjay dropped me the numbers so I could get it sized right).

But yeah! Hope they come in handy.

~@ask-crimson-weaver

What? It's not--

Oh.

Huh. Well, shit.

Thank you for this, Mels. These are...actually probably even more helpful than you were hoping they'd be. I can actually get use outta one of them, like, tomorrow. This'll be such a weight off of not only my shoulders, but also Emjay's and the Cluster's as a whole.

You're amazing, Melly, thanks so much.

[healingheartdogs]

What's the link to the post on buying the double merle Dane? I think I need to see that one to believe it

https://www.tumblr.com/vet-and-wild/625453204066435072/i-want-to-clear-some-things-up-because-some-random

Here ya go. In this post they clarified that it was not only a breeder who bred double merles, it's a breeder who does harl/harl specifically that they bought this double merle from -- harl/harl breeding resulting in around 25% lethal offspring termination in utero. So not what I would call "an amazing line" like vet-and-wild said, let alone an ethical breeder. They also shrug off and justify their dog's increased risk of health issues and sensory impairments as not being a big deal because he's already a giant breed so already probably going to be unhealthy so what does it matter stacking more on I guess??? I guess vet-and-wild thinks just doing health testing for appearances of ethical breeding is more important and a sign of a better breeder than actual health and health focused ethical breeding practices.

Something about throwing stones from glass houses... Y'all mutuals remember how I said the other day because of this discourse on a post I reblogged that framing irresponsible breeding practices as a crossbreeding or doodle or "BYB" issue lets people who are actually using and benefitting from unethical breeding practices in the "classier" arena of the purebred world distract from their own messes by pointing their fingers at other people outside of their communities instead to create drama that doesn't focus on them propping up the unethical systems they claim to be fighting? Yeah.

[purplefeathersandblackleather]

*sighs* I still can't reply on posts, so I shall have to cross my fingers that you receive this Ask.

First, I will be missing you terribly while you're off to celebrate your holiday, but will find some consolation, enjoying your commentary (by the questions you listed) on your works. So though you don't plan to write or draw anything new for a while, I'll be glad for you to keep in touch in at least that way.

And second - you are seen, my friend. As a talented Artist and as a thoughtful, kind, and loving soul. I know how it is to feel that your works go unnoticed & unappreciated (it's a problem I've struggled with from the first story that I finally worked up the courage to publish) but please know the eyes and hearts that witness your artwork are amazed not only by what you create, but the process you undertake, of mind and heart, to bring your vision to life! You have gathered those to you that can appreciate you best, and though the universe may seem to have us as distant points of light to one another, we are near in spirit and affection...and will remain so🥰🥰. Wishing you joy and peace of mind & heart, as well as revitalization of spirit, during your time away!

💜💜Thank you so much, my dear. I needed to see this today. 💜💜

I have been struggling a little bit with my self-worth, so reading your sweet words helped more than you know. I know in my heart that it's just the trauma and issues that a writer/artist goes through that makes me say these things, but sometimes it's hard for me to ignore them. Even still, I also know that it's healthy that I vent rather than keep all of it inside like I used to. I'm so thankful to have become friends with you, V, more than you realize. I know that if I ever get upset for any reason, you're going to be there to extend your hand or offer a kind hug to help me get back on my feet. And that goes for so many others that I've met on here as well, like Harle, Fanartka and Sinister. I just have far too much going on in my head that sometimes, it's hard for me to ignore it all.

The trials of a writer and an artist are hard, that's very true, and I've found that no matter how far we come, we never truly escape them. Whether it be the fear of someone stealing our works or just that we'll get more hate on our characters than we will have positive replies on the plot. We never truly outrun our fear, just learn to take shortcuts. The Ancient One was absolutely correct about living above our demons They're always there, unfortunately.

I'm glad that you'll still be visiting my page even when I cease to be drawing or writing. I hope that the things I put down will indeed entertain you and hold you over until I come back in the spring. I will be watching you and Eldritch very closely, as well as many others. And hopefully when I return, I will have more ideas of things I can share with all of you. Remember that if you ever need me, no matter what the time of day or how small it may be, I will always answer your asks. Come chat with me about Ben some time. I'm sure I have stories about Robert I can share in return. I'm just glad your shadow ban hasn't removed you completely from my communications.

Be safe my dear and have a wonderfully "strange" day. xx

[icharchivist]

As a former dragalia player (rip) I can wholeheartedly confirm Harle is a belial/sandalphon lovechild

He not only has the ���energy✨ his personality and mannerisms remind me a lot of belial (minus the sexual innuendos every two words)

oooh that's so nice to know

this is so funny though, i could imagine Belial finding it hilarious while Sandy would want to tear this guy apart for the imagery, this is amazing

thanks Dragalia for making someone just like that oh my god

[anitosoul]

tripreport.020: THE VAST

isolation in expanse 🧑‍🚀

Key Inspirations

Arca (Music artist)

Koreless (Music artist)

DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ (Music artist)

Specifically the song “Being Alone” (Song)

Space visualizers (YouTube video)

The Met Surrealist exhibit (Art exhibit)

Jon Watts – Spider-Man: No Way Home (Film)

Christopher Nolan – Interstellar (Film)

Night on Earth – “Dark Seas” (TV Show)

Doss’s opening DJ set for Arca (DJ set)

100 Gecs (Music artist)

Playboi Carti (Music artist)

The weird purgatory between Christmas and New Years (Time)

THE VAST Tracklist Act I: entropy

The Hellp – 4up7up

100 Gecs – mememe

Trippie Redd, Playboi Carti – Miss the Rage

Headband Andy – I must apologize – Remix

Slikback, FlexFab – Raw

underscores – Where did you fall

Danny L Harle, DJ Mayhem – All Night

Anz – Unravel in the Designated Zone

Louke Man – Took a Turn

poolsideconvo – anybody else but u

DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ – Being Alone

Carlos Niño – Esssssssence

Koreless – Joy Squad

Oli XL – Go Oli Go!

THE VAST Tracklist Act II: ether

Doss – Softpretty

AceMo – Through the Pressure

Jacques Greene – Serenity

Oli XL – Cartoon Smile

Loop 7 – The Theme – Lamento

CFCF – Marigold Mix

Jesper Ryom – Apolune

Maddy Maia, Tottie – Spirit

DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ – We Go On

Magdalena Bay – You Lose!

Harvey Sutherland – Priestess

808 State – Pacific State

Koreless – Shellshock

asc – lose ya

THE VAST Tracklist Act III: abyss

DJ FLP – Close the Door

Erika de Casier – Drama

Arca – Luna Llena

Sega Bodega – Only Seeing God When I Come

DreamWeaver – Altered Reality

Yu Su – Klein

CFCF – Nostalgic Body

PHD & The Funky Technicians – Above & Beyond

Dirty Bird – Midnight

Winslow – Snooze Button Roller

No Rome – Secret Beach

SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE – RAPID & COMPLETE RECOVERY

Virgil Abloh, serpentwithfeet – Delicate Limbs

1995 epilepsy – get 2 kno

Returning to NYC after Thanksgiving was a weird experience. I had extended my time in Tulsa so I was gone for about three weeks, which was the longest I had been away from NYC since moving back in May. As my plane descended over Manhattan, it felt like flying into the city for the first time. Something just felt…different. Maybe it was because it was getting cold and the days were becoming shorter. I reminded myself that I had a lot to look forward to, though, like concerts and holidays. 

That first weekend back, I had tickets to see 100 gecs. I ended up going with the partner of one of my friends from high school who I met in November when they visited and came to the PQ party. The concert was amazing and the chaos of it brought back a taste of the boundless energy from earlier in the year. Afterwards, we ended up walking all the way from Terminal 5 down Manhattan back to my apartment, talking about life and witnessing the spectrum of human experience pass us by as we drifted through the varied vibes of each Manhattan neighborhood. Getting to connect with someone I didn’t know that well so easily was refreshing and made me excited for the future. Still, there was a feeling of surrealness to everything, like I had entered into some sort of alternate reality. I was working fully remotely at this point, so my office became the various cafes or hotel lobbies in a 1-mile vicinity of my apartment. The lack of familiarity in anything I was doing was bizarre, and I wasn’t sure what else to do besides go along with it.

A few days after that concert, Arca randomly had a DJ set at a small bar close to my apartment. I’ve been training for a marathon, so despite running 12 miles right before, I decided I didn’t want to miss it and checked it out with a friend. It was an interesting experience, given it was on a Monday, I was physically exhausted, and the music was less than accessible. Doss started off the night with a fun set, and afterwards Arca went b2b with Shayne Oliver, the founder of Hood By Air. They absolutely blasted their tracks, doubling the speed to 200+ bpm, setting extremely short loops, and blowing out the speakers, trading sound quality for sheer volume. It was a mix of Latin and hip-hop but didn’t have any sort of natural flow like most DJ sets. Sonically, something about the set deeply intrigued me, but it mostly just added to the surreality I found myself in.

My birthday was the weekend after and I was looking forward to celebrating. I didn’t realize, though, that most of my close friends were already going to be home for the holidays by that time. There were murmurs of the “Omicron variant,” which seemed to be spreading in NYC but the impact of its manifestation wasn’t fully clear yet. I had tickets to Playboi Carti the Friday before my birthday, but the friend I was going to go with didn’t want to risk getting COVID as they were flying home the next day, which I understood. I ended up going alone, and it was yet another surreal experience. I was surrounded by teenagers in the pit as they moshed to the songs played in the interim before Carti went on. I felt like I was one of the oldest people in the pit, and being there alone made it even weirder–not bad, just kind of absurd. When Carti went on, though, none of that mattered anymore. It was arguably one of the greatest concert experiences I’ve had in my life. It was definitely top 5, up there with Frank Ocean, Kanye, Dead & Company, and FKA twigs. 

The whole experience was articulated perfectly by this white dad who brought his pre-teen son to the show and called it an anti-concert.

Afterwards, I didn’t want to have my birthday hit while I was in an Uber or something, so I walked over to this bar literally called “That Bar” and had some questionable (creepy) locals try to involve me in their conversation about dating younger women with a 20 year age gap. I was turning 25, so I didn’t have much input to offer. Once again, surreal.

On my actual birthday, my mom was in the city. There were some factors that made this emotionally complicated for me, but I got brunch with her and the people she was visiting with and then decided I would spend the day to myself. I had tickets to see AceMoMA and other Nowadays DJs at a fundraiser for Good Room, but it got postponed due to the Omicron variant. It was cold and rainy that day even though the day before was weirdly sunny and in the 60s, so to make the most of the day I went to the Met, a place I knew I could spend hours inside. 

I walked through the cultural exhibits, listening to tracks off LTJ Bukem’s Earth collections of chill drum and bass. Eventually, I got to the surrealist exhibit. I listened to Agor by Koreless for the first time, and I was fully immersed. The music was extremely trippy and matched the visuals in the exhibit perfectly; it was an overwhelming sensory experience. Afterwards, I left the museum, appreciative of the day but ultimately still in a very weird headspace. I was reflecting on what it meant to be alone, especially in a world with the dual stressors of COVID and climate change–the fact that everything was getting canceled brought back difficult memories of March 2020, and the constant shifts in weather felt like a tangible impending crisis. As I did earlier in the month, I tried to just roll with it. 

I had tickets to see Spider-Man: No Way Home, so I attempted to get myself in a mindset for enjoying a fun movie. I don’t want to include any spoilers, but the movie ended up being pretty emotional and I was a wreck afterwards. The impressions I had back in July about nothing being promised were eating at me. I called my mom as I left the theater, realizing how foolish it would be for me to give up an opportunity to spend time with her. 

My mom came over to my apartment and for the first time I could see how she’s aged. I noticed the wrinkles forming on her face, the strands of her hair turning grey. As a kid, she would rub Vick’s vapor rub on my forehead when I didn’t feel well, and she did the same for me on my 25th birthday. The difference, though, was that it wasn’t in my childhood home, it was in my own apartment in downtown Manhattan. 

I recalled that my mom told me when I was a kid, I said I was going to be a doctor and live in NYC with a dog. While it hasn’t fully panned out that way (yet! I will have a dog at some point, doubtful about the doctor part), I couldn’t help but think about how surreal this was for her, too. She spent the night in my apartment, and I set her up in my bed and said goodnight as I went to go sleep on my couch. It was in that moment on my 25th birthday, tucking my mother into bed in my own apartment, that I felt I transitioned into adulthood.

The rest of the month wasn’t any less surreal. My sister and mom visited for the week of Christmas, and on the day my sister arrived I tested positive for COVID. We were left to quarantine in my small apartment, and somehow my mom and sister didn’t test positive afterwards. I spent a lot of time that week mixing with the music that I had been listening to. I was finally able to express the weirdness I had been feeling all month. 

The surreality culminated on a random night when I decided to go over to a friend’s apartment and play him the mixes. We listened to them alongside a spaceship visualizer, and it was awesome. That night I realized that December’s theme is THE VAST, split into a trilogy. All month I felt like Matthew McConaughey’s character in Interstellar or Sandra Bullock’s character in Gravity, floating aimlessly in space and left to reflect on the memories of life on earth. That same solitude in the vastness of space was related to the vastness of the ocean, floating at sea. 

There was one missing aspect, though, which is represented by the ?-side of the mix, entropy. It’s the chaos, the absurdity, the confusion–accepting that sometimes things don’t make sense, and laughing through it anyways.

Visuals to go with Act I: entropy

Visuals to go with Act II: ether

If you have Netflix, Act III: abyss we discovered that it syncs up perfectly with this episode of Night on Earth: “Dark Seas.”

I found that this month broadly wraps up all of the themes I’ve felt over the course of this year and serves as a worthy conclusion to this series. If you’ve read any of this, I hope you’ve found a part of it you’ve connected with, or at the very least found a song or two that you enjoy. 

Have a wonderful 2022. 

Peace, Michael