#lol surprise glitter globe

[tmbeethatsme]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 2/$15 LOL Surprise Glitter Globe Winter Disco Doll And 8 Surprises SEALED NEW.

[resaleposh]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: LOL Surprise Miss Snow Doll.

[ttpllc]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Huge L.o.l Surprise Bundle.

[never-been-a-normal-girl]

Soooooo cute I love them Ik I’m late to the party these my first three in my collection

[asterkurayami]

My sister and I were suckered by the snowglobe gimmick. These have translucent glitter filled hair. The Snowglobe portion is filled glitter with a small amount of dye. You do have the option of not adding water to the parts. I just wonder how long it'll take for that water to become disgusting. I filled these with distilled water but still. Also the one I got has hair that reminds me of the "Mars Attacks" aliens.

[lol-color-palettes]

Prezzie’s Color Palette 
Prezzie - LOL Surprise: Glitter Globe 
#CD9230, #1E1E1F, #F9C89E, #CCCAD4, #DB961D

[collectingfool]

I got a couple of the lol glitter globe series, I'm not a fan of their hair, as it's just clear with loose glitter inside, but I dont hate it either, i think it's a neat idea so it's fine. but the globes? Amazing! They come with a base to keep it from rolling if its bumped AND they STACK! I'm particularly excited about that feature, it a nice clear-front display case that keeps them from getting dusty! Honestly I may just scavenge the globes people dont want to display other ones or even other toys. They have made clear-front capsules in other series, but they arent super useful because theyd easily roll and you definitely couldnt stack them(unless you glue them), the smallest bump and they all go down. Otherwise, these two both have nice designs and clothes, I dont really like that the clothes are plastic but I understand how much harder it is the make them with fabric, the price would surely skyrocket(well, if they used actual good fabrics instead of just printing a design on a flat fabric) but it would be cool to see ones with real tulle or real fluff ect.

[babbushka]

Hello darlin'! For this beautiful Sinday I'd love some sweet (and maybe a lil saucy) shenanigans with our boy taking 007 to one of his many hideouts for a weekend and showing his best jewelry creations, letting her pick her favorite, and just being the cutie that he is. Thank you love youuuu

Anonymous said:  Thank you for all the writing to come today! I don’t have anything specific, but I’d love it if you could please do Kylo being possessive, protective, or wanting to stake a claim on you lol. Thank you!

(1.6k NSFW; fingering/mirror shenanigans) 

You’re grateful for your trained poker face, when he lifts his hands from your eyes. You didn’t know where you were, both in terms of where in this mansion and where in the world, as Kylo had whisked you away abruptly for one of his rest trips that he has begun to steal you for with rapidly increasing occasion.

The room is bulletproof, that much you can tell. Steel walls, and most likely steel flooring underneath the beautifully plush carpeting. The walls themselves are padded with black velvet and designed to resemble that of a museum, with little lights illuminating all sorts of shelves, and the jewelry which is placed proudly on display in them.

He has led you here from his bedroom with boyish excitement and charm, and you had followed, and you are doing your best now to not openly gasp and the glittering array of jewels before you.

“If you brought me here to show off,” You whisper, for any other volume feels inappropriate in the presence of such sheer wealth, “Consider your mission successful.”

Kylo chuckles softly at that as he walks away from you. You don’t know what to touch, where to even look, where to go or what to do, so you just stand there as Kylo goes over to a control panel in the wall.

“Good to know, but no, I’ve got far more sinister plans for you.” He hums playfully, and you try your best to tear your eyes away from the millions of dollars worth of necklaces, bracelets, tiaras, rings, and earrings in this room.

“Oh do tell Kylo, your plans are always quite…involved.” You try your best, but still you fail, because he has just flicked a few switches on the panel.

The switch automated cabinet doors and drawers, and suddenly more jewelry is revealed to you, and you do gasp now, for you were certain you’d never seen such a collection in your entire life – and you’d seen quite a few collections.

It’s not surprising, not really, considering he is a world renowned jeweler. His diamonds are fitted into pieces made for royalty all across the globe, for celebrities, for the ultra rich and famous. They are distinctly opulent, and they are distinctly Kylo Ren. Still, it’s dazzling, the way they refract the light so beautifully, dizzying.

Even more dizzying when he says, “Pick anything.”

You fold your arms across your chest and shake your head in disbelief, eyes wide.

“You can’t mean that.” You protest, but Kylo simply takes a step towards you and smooths his palms up your arms, gives you a very serious look for a moment, looks so deep into your soul that you’re almost afraid of what he’ll find there.

“I never say something I don’t mean.” He replies, before he’s lighthearted once again and walking around the room, arms spread wide in a grand gesture of theatrics. “Anything in this entire room is yours for the taking, should you want it.”

“No.” You say suddenly, an idea of your own forming.

“No?” Kylo frowns, grows shy. You’d never rejected one of his gifts before, and the strange disappointment flits across his face for a moment, but he doesn’t understand your meaning.

“No I don’t mean no no, just, ” You try to explain, “Only let me pick one. And then, if I’m good, perhaps I’ll get to come back again and pick something else.” You bite your lip ever so slightly, hoping he catches on.

Hoping that he hears your words, hears how you don’t want this to be a one and done moment in time, hears how you want him to keep whisking you away, keep stealing you from life’s responsibilities, keep hiding you away on remote islands all for himself. You stare at one another, and he blushes beautifully, all the way to the tips of his ears, because he hears it, he hears you.

“You’re right, of course. Just one, whichever is your favorite.” He replies, and you smile at him meaningfully, before taking a turn around the room.

You can barely bring yourself to touch these gems, for upon closer inspection they’re not just diamonds, but rubies and sapphires, emeralds and pearls, in a cascading range of colors from deep rich tones to just hints of tints and everything in between.

Picking up a piece here or there, you raise it up to your eye, and the way the world splits into facets through it is mesmerizing.

“What are you looking for?” Kylo asks, genuinely curious as he leans casually against the wall by the panel.

“Tracking devices, hidden cameras, microphones – the usual.” You joke, and that elicits an amused hum from him as he makes his way over to where you are, near the section of diamond rings on black velvet posts.

“You’ll find none of that here, I promise.” He asks for your hand, and you give it to him. He picks up a random diamond ring, something simple, nothing too outrageous in design aside from the sheer size of the stones. He slips it easily onto your index finger, and it fits perfectly, like he knew just your size and made it for you. “Nothing but beauty for a beauty.”

He turns you both around to face a mirror, where he tucks himself behind you, rests his chin on your shoulder. Kissing up and down the exposed area of your throat, Kylo molds himself to your body, nothing but warmth and strength, firm muscle.

“You like seeing me in your designs, is that it?” You tease, only in jest, but when he eyes go dark and they glitter the same way these diamonds do, your breath catches in your throat.

“I like the world seeing you in them better.” He replies very seriously, his broad hand skimming up up up your thigh, pushing the mini-skirt of your dress up with it.

“Ah of course.” You let yourself relax in his embrace, as his hand slips past your panties and his fingers immediately dip between your folds. Coaxing out slick from your pussy, they crook inside of you, making you take in a sharp inhale, “I –oh, oh Kylo.”

“One look at this and the entire gala would know where you got it, they’d know I gave it to you special.” Kylo’s fingers are so big and thick, they fill you up deliciously, so well that the hand which bears the diamond ring flies down to hold onto his wrist, keeps him there as you lean back back back against his body.

He holds you tight with his other arm as his fingers thrust slowly in and out of your pussy, nothing but the sound of hot breathing in your ear, nothing but the sound of your moans panting and bouncing against the walls of the room as his massages your clit and makes your knees buckle.

“Tell me Kylo, is that something you want? You want them all to know that I’m special? That I’m yours?” You manage, egging him on, spurring him on. The very thought of it has his hand grinding up against your cunt, has his fingers seeking out your gspot while his thumb rubs at your clit and makes you see stars.

“Are you?” Kylo sucks on your neck, sucks bruises and marks there that claim you as his own, sucks and bites and soothes the sting of pleasure pain with his tongue as he drags moans out of your throat, “Are you mine?”

“I don’t b-belong to anyone – oh yes!” You stammer out, your eyes shut tight and your mouth drops open, and Kylo’s cock is achingly hard in his pressed trousers from the sight of it, from your reflection in the mirror.

He can picture it now, the way you’d look in his bed wearing nothing but his diamonds, the way you’d look descending a grand staircase somewhere in Vienna or Argentina or Australia, the way everyone would stop and turn and stare, knowing that someone had just taken you apart, and that someone was him.

“I know, but if you did, would it be me?” He begs, begs in the way his fingers speed up, the way that he collects your slick and smears it back and forth all across your pussy, fucks it back into you for lubrication, kisses and bites at the shell of your ear as he does, as you grow ever closer to your orgasm.

“If I did, then yes – yes, yes, yes Kylo!” You’re shouting, shouting out your pleasure and relief as you come on his hand, as your body shudders and your knees give out and he has to hold onto you so you don’t fall, his hand leaving your pussy regretfully so he can turn you back around and crush you to his chest.

When Kylo kisses you, you melt into it, melt into the way that you both know that you’re each other’s forever, forever and ever. You kiss until the aftershocks of pleasure disappear, and all you’re left with is the glow of an orgasm that settles deep in your ribs.

You decide that the ring, though randomly selected, is you favorite in the room. You never want to take it off, you want it to live on your index finger for as long as you live, and this makes him happy beyond belief. But it’s time to go now, he tells you, as he sucks off your come from his hand and once clean, uses it to blindfold you as he walks you out of the room.

You’ll be back, you both know, back to this room, this island, wherever you are.

You don’t know where you are, but you are with Kylo Ren, and that is enough.

[workofmark]

Moments - Yoon Jeonghan x Hong Joshua ft. Choi Seungcheol

[a/n: this is just a jeonghan blurb i wrote because i was upset earlier and wanted to let out my feelings lol.

the back story to this is that seungcheol and jeonghan are the sons of korea’s largest businesses and are expected to marry when they grow older. during his and seungcheol’s senior year of college, jeonghan meets joshua. they meet often and i might write a blurb about it too but this is their last interaction

also tw: jeonghan has depression and though never clearly stated, it is very evident in this blurb. if those types of things are triggering to you then i will please beg you not to read this.]

master list

“Why do you do it?” Joshua asks.

Jeonghan keeps his eyes on the lush green grass, fingers twisting the blades between the tips as a small smile creeps across his face. It looks sad, sick and a little twisted if you stared for too long but his eyes...they’re painted with defeat and pain. He chuckles, small and quietly but his gaze still remains on the ground.

“My family has loved Seungcheol for their entire lives. Choi Seungcheol the Great, that’s what we called him growing up. The boy with a perfect smile and perfect grades — the athlete. The brainiac. The music prodigy. The barbecue master. How could you not love him?”

He sighs, head lulling to the side, staring out at the sky that is already bleeding out with purples and orange hues. He shuts his eyes, basking in the warmth as it slowly caresses his cheeks, fingers still twiddling with the grass.

“I don’t- I don’t understand, hyung. He hurt you.”

“Multiple times,” Jeonghan whispers. “Multiple times has the son of Adonis himself taking my heart and stabbed it with the sharpest knife.”

“And you still love him?”

There’s a laugh that escapes his pink rosey lips. It’s moments like there where Joshua can count the flecks of glitter on his lids from where he’s applied eyeshadow. He can see the way his rosey red lip stain has smudged just a bit at the corner. He can see his bronze high light and the way that he seems to glow from within. Joshua wonders if he stares a little longer, if he could count the pieces of his shattered heart as well.

“I love him so much, ‘Shua,” he says. “So so much,” he whines.

“But why?”

And for the first time since they started talking, Jeonghan’s perfect eyes finally find his. Joshua can see hints of sorrow and pain hidden in the tear ducts that have cried too many times. The wind blows and he watches wisps of his hair dance and settle just as quickly.

“I used to hate Seungcheol. He hurt me. So many times. He forgot my 18th birthday. He tore my favorite shirt. He broke the chain my grandfather had given me. He threw up on my favorite pair of vans. He scratched my car. He got me into trouble in school...and so many other things. And I held so much hatred for him for so long that I eventually grew so sick and tired of it — of having to see him everywhere and feeling so angry that I couldn’t breathe. I was so tired of watching everyone fall to his feet while I was almost blacking out with anger.”

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, laughing dryly. “So imagine my surprise when I found out that Choi Seungcheol the Great, the man who could get anybody he loved, had the hots for me.” There’s something theatrical about the way he places his hands on his chest, cradling his fist like it’s the most precious thing in the world. Joshua thinks that somebody like Jeonghan belongs in a movies. He deserves to be admired by the world. He thinks that Jeonghan’s face should be hung up in art museums all across the globe.

“So I decided to start loving him. Every time he got on my nerves, I poured him another shot of my love in hopes that he’d get so drunk off of it, he’d finally care about me. I loved and loved and loved him in hopes that it would drive out the resentment that I had felt my entire childhood.”

“But it didn’t work...” Joshua’s words are careful. “...did it, hyung?”

Jeonghan stares at him and in this moment, this small moment where Jeonghan shows just a second of weakness, Joshua swears that he hates Choi Seungcheol with every cell of his body. He can feel his skin prick with heat as if Jeonghan had set a fire ablaze within him.

The smile slowly creeps across the older’s face again but this time, it’s defeated.

“I let him make a fool of me. I let him hide me away. I let him call whatever we had casual. I let him kiss other people in my face. I let him hold my heart and squeeze it until I was on my knees begging him to stop.”

“But why, hyung?”

Joshua wants to cry.

Yoon Jeonghan of all people did not deserve to wear this sort of look — the kind that says that he has grown so accustom to Seungcheol’s bullshit that he eventually became numb to it.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you are celestial. You are way too beautiful to let yourself become a shell of a man over somebody like Choi Seungcheol,” Joshua thinks.

“Joshua,” he whispers, leaning in closer. “Do you want to know a secret?” When he doesn’t answer, Jeonghan tilts his head slowly to the side. Joshua sees the reflection of the golden hour glimmering in his teary eyes as he lets out a shaky breath. “In this life, we are all prone to the love we think we deserve.”

“But you never deserved Seungcheol’s love,” Joshua says, voice like a crack of thunder compared to Jeonghan’s.

“And perhaps that’s why it didn’t work,” Jeonghan responded.

Jeonghan won’t admit it, but he thinks Joshua is ethereal. There’s something so breathtakingly beautiful about the underclassman. From the way he drowned in his sweatshirts and looked so incredibly soft one day to being a full blown model the next. There’s a musical that could made from the percussion of his steps. From the way he draws to the way he sings; Jeonghan has never seen somebody as beautiful as Joshua Hong.

It’s a shame, really.

Of all the people in the world, Joshua just had to fall for Jeonghan in this life — the life where he is destined to be with Seungcheol.

The world has a funny way of working. Here was Joshua, a boy with bright eyes and an even brighter future who was ready to give it all up for Jeonghan and Jeonghan was barely even capable of loving him back.

How could he when he could barely love himself at this point?

And perhaps, that’s why he never received Seungcheol’s love.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how bruised his knees got from begging, no matter how much his chest hurt from crying, no matter how much he wanted Seungcheol to love him, he knew deep down inside he could not receive something he didn’t feel. He knew that the love he felt was just a mask to prevent him from admitting that he was just numb to everything else in this world.

It scared him. It scared him to know that he wouldn’t be able to feel anything for the boy that would be in his life until the day he died. It scared him to know that even with the effort he showed him, that it still wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t enough to get him to feel something other than lust. It wasn’t enough to fix their shitty relationship. It wasn’t enough to drive out his resentment.

Jeonghan was, as proven time and time again by Choi Seungcheol his entire life, just not enough.

And a boy who is not enough does not deserve the love of Joshua Hong, the boy who is more than enough.

The sun rises and falls for Joshua Hong. How foolish would it be for Jeonghan to think he deserved the love that Joshua Hong could offer?

The world doesn’t work like that.

Joshua Hong deserves a whole heart, not bits and pieces of one.

“You have a good day, Joshua.” Jeonghan says as he gathers his things and brings himself to his feet. His lips tug once more into a small smile. It’s more genuine this time — sad.

“Wait,” Joshua catches his hand like one of those cheesy romantic dramas that Jeonghan used to force Seungcheol to watch with him. Back when it was late at night and they were hidden away from the world.

The small moments when Seungcheol had nothing to worry about...those were the moments were Jeonghan knew that he was the only thing that mattered to Seungcheol — the ones where he had no homework, where it was so late in the night that the entire world was asleep and no incoming texts or calls could bother them, those days off of work, those microscopic milliseconds. Those are the moments where Jeonghan knew for a fact that he was what mattered most to Seungcheol simply because Seungcheol had nothing else to worry about.

“When will we meet again, hyung?” There’s hope in his voice. A rosey pink dusts his cheeks and he looks almost like a high school boy finally confessing to his crush.

In this moment, the only thing that matters to Jeonghan is Joshua and the grip he has on his wrist. The only thing that matters is the slow beat of his pulse that is nothing compared to the erratic earthquake that is beating against Joshua’s chest.

But it was just that.

A moment.

“Yoon Jeonghan!” an all too familiar voice calls out followed by the sound of feet jogging towards them.

Jeonghan notices the way that Joshua slowly drops his wrist. He notices the way his eyes tell him not to go, the way they’re screaming at Jeonghan to stay with him. The way they’re tell him not to make himself look like a fool once again at the hands of Choi Seungcheol.

He doesn’t deserve Joshua Hong.

“Hey,” the man finally catches up, smiling at Jeonghan. His eyes are stone cold and nothing like Joshua’s, the boy who is birthed from the Sun herself. “Busy?”

Joshua watches the way Jeonghan’s face fall. He watches the painful stretch of a smile and the way his shoulders slump in defeat.

��I’m never too busy for you, hyung.”

And just like that, Joshua gets it.

Choi Seungcheol has hurt Jeonghan so badly that the boy is not only completely numb to the way he feels towards him but how he feels to the world.

This is the last moment Joshua ever speaks to Jeonghan again.

[naptoons]

I like me better- Austin Porter

Warnings: cute shit

Theme: fluff

Summary: Austin really wants to travel the world with you, specially with your anniversary right around the corner, so he decided why not do both?

A/N: I had a dream about this but instead of Austin it was Edwin lol but I was like this fits Austin more so imma write about it lol, I hope it’s good and you enjoy!

Austin was laying in bed cuddling you wide awake, he couldn’t sleep he had to much on his mind. Thinking about you, the stress you were going through. He was thinking about himself and how can he better himself as a boyfriend for you. He just wanted to make you happy. He wanted to be your escape. Poking your nose softly he smiles at your frowns and groans. “Austin” you drag his name, Austin kisses all over your face “wake up bubs” he mumbles against your skin,even though you’re angry at him you turn over to face him.

“Okay you grabbed my attention, what you need?” Your hands fumbling through his hair.

“So I have a plan for us to do something spontaneous” Austin presses his nose against yours his lips pressed against yours making you smile into his embrace “are you ready?”

“I’m actually scared” you giggle,Austin gets out the bed grabbing the globe in his room, “so close your eyes and point” Austin says obeying his words I close you eyes hearing the sound of the earth spinning pointing your finger the globe stops. Opening your eyes your finger landed on ‘Italy’. “Now what?”

“We’re going to Italy” Austin answers your question. Grabbing his macbook he places it on his lap. Curling your eyebrows up you lay back against the headboard. Wondering if he’s serious or not., so you just lay your head on his chest hugging him

Four weeks later, Austin was in your shared room packing a suitcase, while yours was next to him, Austin knew you forgot all about the said conversation “what are you up too?” You ask leaning against the doorframe, Austin’s beaming at how beautiful you looked in his t-shirt. You walked over to him throwing your arms around his neck, his fingers sinking into your waist “you look beautiful” he mumbles, you scoff pressing your lips against his “I didn’t ask you that bubs” you speak hovering over his lips, while his eyes scan over every feature on your face admiring every tiny detail, from your eyelashes, to the tiny acne scars, even the way your pupil swims in love for him. His was swollen in admiration for you.

“I know, but that’s a secret” Austin answers, you pout at his answer, Austin knew how anxious secrets made you sometimes, specially if it was for you. Growing up sometimes secrets weren’t good. But they weren’t horrible either, just that mixture of yin and yang. “I promise this is a great surprise okay?, would never hurt you”

“I believe you” you pout feeling his fingertips slide up your warm back.

Austin tried his hardest for you to be unaware of where you guys were going, he covered your ears with headphones, covered your eyes, he wanted it to be a complete surprise. Austin even bought his camera to vlog everything. For memories and you asked could you edit it on post it on YouTube, making a deal he said; he had to post his favorite clips first. You were sleeping on Austin’s shoulders in the back of the cab, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, he couldn’t believe he was on a trip to his favorite place, with his favorite person. You guys were friends since highschool, and Austin started falling for you first, at times he held his tongue back.

Scared you weren’t into him, or when he started touring you would leave him, and honestly if you did he would’ve thought you deserved someone who was there with you twenty four seven. But then he realized, you loved having your alone time, just as much as you loved his company. So he ended up telling you in the most romantic way, he took you star gazing on top of the hills, you guys drove up there figuring out constellations. He couldn’t stop looking at the meteor shower in your eyes, the way he could hear his heart thumping in his ears, he knew he had to tell you.

It was like something out of a movie, because somehow after y’all kissed, it started raining. Both of you woke up semi-sick the next day, it was a day neither of y’all would forget.

“Babes, watch out for the wall” he giggled as you almost ran into the wall of the elevator, feeling around with your left hand you step into the elevator. “This is anxiety, what if I fucking fall and bust my lip”

Austin laughs at your remarks landing soft wet kisses on your neck, you stifle back a moan giggling instead “no, don’t do that now” you say dragging the “o” in “no” Austin softly kisses your shoulder before leaving your frame

“I won’t let you fall, I’m the one guiding you”

“Oh it’s not you I don’t trust, I don’t trust my two left feet” smiling he remembered the time he tried to teach you how to dance, you accidentally tripped over your other foot, you body didn’t hit the floor but it kinda scared you ever since.

Opening the door, Austin helps you in closing the door and setting the luggage by the the coffee table, holding your hand he walks in the room, smiling at how it was decorated. “What am I stepping on?” You squelch, “are you ready to see?”

“Yes” you squeeze his hand excitedly, austin pulled off the bandana, you smiled at the sight of rose petals on the floor, and a self care basket in the bed, along with a bottle of wine. You jump in his arms with his fingers patched under your thighs, the tender kisses transforming into a passionate makeout. “I love you”

“I love you more”

Later at night Austin took you out for a boat ride, he wasn’t even paying attention to the scenery cause all he was looking at was you, looking at the promise ring glittering on your finger, you guys made it to the hotel room where he couldn’t take it anymore and pinned you up against the wall, his hands sliding up your silk red dress. His lips passionately kissing you, both of your bodies rising in temperature, your hands fumble through his hair, he lifts you up, walking towards the bedroom.

Laying you down on the bed you spread your legs open while he kisses your inner thigh “happy anniversary” his smirk dancing across your skin.

[ttpllc]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Huge L.o.l Surprise Bundle.

[humblezombieponders]

Whining about dolls...

Ehh, I go on for a bit with whining about dolls (LOL stuff pretty much), so putting it under a read more...

The prices on some of the new LOL stuff is bumming me out...  The new Winter Disco OMGs are $20 more than the first wave!  I know these ones come with their little sisters, but that really doesn't justify $20 more, imo.  Also, with the exception of DJ, I have all of those LOLs already, so I’d just be paying money for duplicates.  (And paying for duplicates without even the blind-bag-fun of possibly getting a new one??  Bleh.)  (On the plus side though, I am happy to have the chance to finally get the version of DJ I'm missing.  I was hoping though that they might do something like the first wave where they re-released the original LOLs in the Surprise Rooms.  Then you could choose if you wanted the LOL or not.  I feel like the people who are just interested in the OMGs and not LOLs are not going to be too happy about having to pay for the little dolls to get the fashion dolls too...)  I'll definitely be either waiting for sales or putting them on my Christmas/birthday lists.  $60 is just a lot, even if they are gorgeous dolls, and I really want them.

The Amazing Surprise is listed at $180, ouch.  I'm actually more interested in the Winter Disco OMGs... I think because I feel a bit of a connection to their characters, having gotten some of their other family members (the LOLs, pets, lils, etc.), whereas the ones in the Amazing Surprise are completely new characters, not connected to any other existing dolls.  They're nice, but when everything's so pricey, I gotta prioritize.  (Oh, and it looks like Crystal Star is $75... I bet a lot of that price is for the base, which is nice, but I don’t really have room for it, and I am much more interested in the doll.)

The Winter Chalet is $370 O_O  That's $100 more than the first LOL house, wow.  Not that I'm interested in it, I'm just amazed at the cost and wonder how many they'll actually sell.  It only comes with two exclusive LOLs and a pet too.

On a more positive note, the new OOTD calendar is a reasonable price, and the Glitter Globe LOLs are cheaper than Hairgoals.

(Also, those are all prices in Canadian dollars.)

(I’m also feeling annoyed because I finally finished painting some little shelves to display some of my LOL pets on, and I really like how they look, BUT the shelves won’t go on the wall the way I want, so I have to figure out something else there, plus the pets are sticking to the shelves a little, so I don’t know if coating them with a different finish might help, but I don’t want to worry about the shelves damaging the pets’ paint over time, blergh >_< )

[tiffyfoundsomething]

New LoLS are out for the winter holidays. We’ve already seen the new Winter Disco OMGs and all that. My local Walmart tends to be behind the curve, but had a single box of the Winter Disco LiLs.

I got one.

I’m actually not a huge fan of the Lil Sisters since they don’t get outfits and shoes to wear, but they’re cute enough, and I do like the pets.

There’s a distinctly different texture to the ball under the plastic.

Only two layers of plastic instead of four or five! Let’s get it down to one, huh? Can we do that? I Bet we can. The clue is “Havin’ a Movie Night”.

Some people think the clues tell you which figure you’ll get, but I got the clue “Dance Off” for 3 different LoL Boys, and two Luaus with different clues.

Unlike the Fuzzy Pets and Glitter Globe versions of this line, the Lil’s ball is not a snow globe. It’s just pink. There may be other colors.

Tissue wrapped wad of plastic bags.

At first I was confused by the ENORMOUS sticker sheet, but the instructions say that if you get one of each product from the line, you can build a snowman. Lils make the head, so stickers.

The checklist. I’m surprised these all match Hairgoals S2. Hairgoals S2 is still my favorite line so far. No weird underwear painted on the dolls, as far as I’ve seen.

The accessories are a tiny stand, some glasses, and a hat.

Hm. You know. I avoided the entire line of Fuzzy Pets because the idea of washing all that plastic fluff down the drain puts me off, and had no idea the pets in this line would be fuzzy.

There wasn’t even an attempt at a strainer in this packaging, whereas the shampoo bottle shaped containers for the main line have a half-assed one in the lid.

And you can’t just say “I’ll leave it fuzzy then” because it starts shedding immediately.

I was also starting to be concerned because there were no yellow bunnies with big bows on their ears, nor any pets at all shown in this position on the checklist.

Boy was I misinterpreting what I was seeing through the fuzz.

I don’t understand her color change, but I like it.

So, slightly less trash in the Winter Disco line, but unexpected micro plastic to wash down the drain.

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Thy Neighbor (Chapter 15)

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“I’m super excited about this event tonight!” Emily’s excitement is a welcomed addition to Ciara’s day. Stewing in her office all day, texts back and forth from Mahalia got too dark for her to handle. She feels ready to get over what happened, a night surrounded by a bunch of Christians should do it.

“I’m happy you’re excited. It’ll be a great relationship building exercise for you. I’m happy you took the opportunity to come with me. We look better showing up in numbers.”

Speaking of numbers, Ciara deleted Trevante’s number as she sat in her office, Beyonce’s “Lemonade” album loud enough for her ears to hear and her heart to be moved. Girl was mad. Not surprised but mad.

She starts to feel as if she took things too far in her mind with Trevante. Nothing about his behavior said that he wants to date her. She realizes that for her, that type of attention from a man is so missed that it feels easy to elevate their relationship beyond neighbor. But that late night phone call was so sweet, that dinner was so perfect. She didn’t want to let her dream become deferred but it felt necessary. She needed to move on.

Emily and Ciara walk into Proverbs. They marvel at the diverse staff and even more diverse program. Ciara’s Black and Emily’s Latina selves feel right at home.

“Emily Polanco? How are you?!” Hampton Scott, Proverbs’ director, barrels over to Emily for a hug. Ciara instantly realizes that Emily will not need her help tonight.

“Mr. Scott ran our mission ministry at my church for years. This is Ciara, our director of placement services at Protestant Placements.” Ciara shakes Hampton’s hand. As Emily talks with Hampton, Ciara excuses herself to take a walk around Proverbs’ space in hopes of talking to all the staff she can. Walking into the gym, she notices four Black girls trying to double dutch. Ciara can’t help herself as she runs to stand behind one of the girls to help her turn the ropes at the right beat. She cheers them on, encouraging them to jump into the dueling ropes. Their brightly colored barrettes and grins full of baby teeth light up Ciara’s spirit. There’s the joy she is looking for.

Trevante desperately wants to secure some joy tonight at Ngosi, his friend Michael in tow.

“Where's Yahya?” Michael asks, the grip on his drink growing tighter  by the second.

“Family trip, I think. His wife's family lives in California.”

“Bet. That dude Y'lan coming?”

“No, he had to work an event tonight. He's mad cool though.”

“You doing aight though? You look spaced out, fam.”

Trevante is happy that it's only Michael with him tonight at Ngosi. Michael, or Bakari, is the “good guy” of the crew. His public policy degree from Penn led him into a career of city planning and finance and into meeting his fiancee. Trevante often realizes that he's the only single guy of their crew. Michael shakes his head at Trevante's stories and Yahya vicariously lives through them. That's why Y'lan's induction into the crew was spearheaded by Trevante. He knew that once Michael marries and Yahya starts to act like he is married, the Friday night crew would probably be no more. He’d need a new running mate.

After yesterday's episode with Ciara, Trevante is in need of some good guy advice. After Ciara bolted from his car, he felt sick. “Am I that bad?” he thought, piecing together moments where he may have sent mixed messages to Ciara. Trevante, indeed, was a walking mixed message. He wanted to be around her yet was mad he couldn’t get in her. It felt super shallow, he reasoned with himself. But Trevante was an 100 percent type of guy. He did the right thing even if it was painful.

“Yeah… there's this girl…”

“Penicillin, bruh.”

“Don't do me like that, fam.” Trevante cuts a look at Michael whose laughs bristle throughout his butter pecan-hued frame.

“My bad, my bad … what's up?”

“If you were single, could you date someone that's celibate?”

Michael’s face colors intrigue. This is new to hear from Trevante, he ponders.

“Me? Probably. It'll be tough but if I think she's dope, I'd consider it.”

“I met this girl. Honestly, I've never met someone like her before. Super smart. Gym rat, dope cook, mad cute.”

“Your type. So what's up?”

“She don't fuck, my dude. At all.”

“She don't fuck or she won't fuck you?” Fair question to ask, even if Trevante’s response to it screams bewilderment at the thought of anyone turning him down.

“Both. It kills me. Like everytime I see her … I want this girl bad, fam.”

“First of all, you sound like a predator. Second of all, you gotta respect that she told you her wave. You ain't used to girls being that honest with you.”

That honesty, that genuine vibe he caught from Ciara, keeps him hooked to her every move. It doesn’t take much to bring him back to that moment in the hallway, the moment that started their journey. That coffee, that plate of food, that assistance on a work project, that three hour phone conversation, those moans from her bedroom. She’s the puzzle he can’t quite figure out. And he doesn’t want to stop working on it.

“Yeah, man. Was I wrong to tell her that I wasn’t down?”

“I mean, how long had y’all been dealing with each other?”

“Less than a month, bruh. I feel like I’m ducking out at the right time, you know. To not hurt feelings.”

“I know you. You hurt her feelings. That’s why you’re asking me about her.”

Michael and that “good guy” quality of his strikes again.

“Bruh. She stormed out of my car. On South Broad. During rush hour.”

“Sheesh. Okay, well … if you feel bad about how you approached the conversation, you can always apologize. If she doesn’t accept it, move on. But if she’s willing to listen to you, just keep it a buck with her. Maybe y’all can be friends.”

Trevante wants friendship but doesn't know how long it could be enough.

His new friend, Y’lan,  walks into the gym at Proverbs with two Black teenage boys in tow, fascinated by everything that he says. As he instructs the boys to grab basketballs from the closet, he notices a woman helping four little girls jump rope. Once he hears her laugh, he knows exactly who it is.

Y’lan heart starts to beat at the same syncopation as those ropes, watching Ciara take turns teaching the girls how to jump. She looks even more beautiful than he remembered, watching her hold her braids into a messy bun, her hoop earrings jumping at the same beat as her feet.  She's still loyal to those hoop earrings, he notes to himself. His palms grow sweaty, hoping she doesn’t notice him but almost praying that she does. Her laugh sounds so sweet, her encouraging words toward the girls sound heavenly. He knew this day would arrive but even still, he isn’t ready to say a word to her. Or rather he thinks she wouldn’t say anything to him.

Once Ciara leaves the girl with hugs, Y’lan walks out of the gym hoping that she wouldn’t notice him. He quickly walks into his office, trying to hide his head in some paperwork. As Ciara walks down the hallway, one of the girls from the impromptu jump rope class follows her. She’s suffering from a cut.  Ciara asks her where she can go for help.

“Mr. Y’lan can help me.”

Mr. Y’lan. Ciara feels her insides move like glitter inside of a snow globe. It couldn’t be, she thinks. She doesn’t want to follow up a moment of joy with a flashback of pain. But her issues took second to this little girl and her not-so-bleeding finger.

“Do you know where he is? I’ll walk with you.” Ciara grabs her hand.

“Mr. Y’lan! Mr. Y’lan. I hurt myself.” Y’lan looks up to see this little girl holding Ciara’s hand. Ciara looks at Y’lan, her eyes start to welt with tears. He looks so royal, such a monarch. That smoldering caramel skin, that smile glow back at Ciara. Those flutters, that glittery feeling, move to other places of her body.

“Let me get you a band-aid, Asia.” Y’lan trips over his chair as he walks to the closet to grab the first aid kit. Ciara tries to contain her laughter. She gives herself some praise too. Of course she still has him acting foolish.

Y’lan walks back toward Ciara, avoiding all eye contact as to not get lost in her energy. “You’re okay, Asia. Ms. Ciara can walk you back to…” Asia runs out before Ciara can escort her back to her fun, leaving both Ciara and Y’lan to stand inside of his office in pressure-inducing silence.

Ciara breaks first.

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