#luve ya all

[glindauplland]

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[sl-newsie]

Trick Or Treat: Albert DaSilva x OC *Halloween Special* 🎃

Set in 1900 after the strike, the Newsies take Les trick or treating and run into a new friend from Queens, one that seems to stick with Albert. Sorry it's a bit short. :)

Albert’s POV

“Come on, Davey! It’s already 7:30 and we’ve only gone down 2 blocks!”

I hold back a laugh as Les drags Davey through the crowd-a knee-high kids. It’s Halloween, my kind-a holiday when you can stay up late and scare people to death! And right now it’s time to score some sugar.

“He’s right, Davey.” Jack walks up wearing his usual cowboy attire. “He ain’t get’n any younger.”

“Nonsense!” Race grins. “The night is young! We sold all our papes today so it's time for celebrating! Now let’s pick up the pace- I want Necco Wafers now!”

We all run down the sidewalk with Les leading the pack, hitting one apartment after anodda. A half hour goes by and soon we’s already at the edge of town.

“Well well well, if it ain’t the ‘Hattan boys,” a voice calls from behind us.

We all groan. “Hi Spot.”

Spot Colon, AKA the ‘King of Brooklyn,’ struts up along with more Brooklyn newsies.

“You’s trick-or-treating? What are ya, 5?” Before we argue he holds up his hands and chuckles. “Relax, relax. I’s just joking. In fact that’s what we’s doing here too. You know, for the little ones.” He looks over his shoulder and seems to get a gleam in his eye. “I want you’s to meet Annie.” He steps aside and a cute goil in overalls hops outta the dark. “She’s an old friend-a mine, so no mess’n around. Understand, Race?”

But Race don’t seem too interested, however Spot’s woids go right over my head. 

“Hey doll, you’s ain’t from around here are ya?” I hold out a hand. “Name’s Albert.”

Annie’s POV

When Spot told me about how fun Halloween in ‘Hattan is I was so excited! There ain’t much to do in Queens, so I normally find somewhere else to party. What I didn’t expect was to meet Spot’s friends, rather good-looking ones if I do say so myself. Especially the ginger who’s shaking my hand.

“Hiya, Albert!” I say with a bright smile.

He gets a glazed look in his eyes and tilts his head. “I’s never seen you around Brooklyn before.”

“No, I’m from Queens.” I nudge Spot’s shoulder and he groans in annoyment. “I just hang with Spot when I’m bored. You fellas got anything exciting in ‘Hattan?”

Albert bites his lip and a part-a me’s hoping he invites me over, but to do that I can tell we godda get away from Colon.

“Say Spot, I think I’m gonna go check out the rich folks’ party down the block. I’ll catch up later!”

Spot seems reluctant, but he knows he can’t control me. He gives me a stiff nod and goes back to talk’n with the odda ‘Hattan boys, cueing me to give Albert a quick gesture to follow me. He bounds after me down the street and once we’s in a noisy spot away from the oddas Albert’s laugh’n like crazy.

“You’s just as daring as I am, doll!”

“Darn straight!” I grin and turn to face him. “Now we can chat without Colon give’n us the death stare.”

He gets a funny look and part-a me thinks he’s too chicken to go against Spot. “Why does Colon keep such a close eye on ya? You two close or someth’n?”

His noivousness makes me suppress a chuckle and I put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. “Relax. Spot just worries ‘cause I don’t got too many street smarts as the rest-a yous.”

Albert nods in understanding. “He’s right to look out for ya. Makes me wonder how a pretty thing like yourself’s gone this long without get’n a normal life.”

His comment makes my smile fade and I put my hands on my hips. “And what’s that mean?”

Albert sees he’s slipped up his wording and holds up his hands. “Just say’n that you’s a very luvely goil and I’s surprised you’s ain’t married yet. You don’t seem like you’s should be hang’n around guys like me.”

He’s a lot more observant than I thought. Albert’s guessed I ain’t lower class, and he ain’t completely wrong. My folks have a decent income, but money can still be tight sometimes.

“I ain’t poor, but I ain’t rich eidda. And I don’t let someth’n as cliché as social class get in the way of my life.” I push past him and start walk’n away. “And if you’s think I’s just a pretty goil who should get married then take a hike, pal.”

Albert rushes up from behind. “I don’t mean it like that, honest-!”

“Oh sure, ‘cause I’s just an innocent, weak, pretty goil who shouldn’t be seen with lower class- you’s start’n to sound like my modda-!”

But I don’t get to finish my outburst because Albert pushes me against the cold brick wall and leans in. It comes outta nowhere and at foist I’m shocked, but then anodda feel'n grows throughout me that acts as anodda reason for my racing heartbeat.

“You like it dangerous, don’t ya doll? No wonder Colon has to watch over ya, never know when you’ll get into trouble. I ain’t say’n you’s a weak goil, I just wish I weren’t so poor so I could take you out properly.”

His husky voice makes me shutter and subconsciously lean into him, getting a surprised response from the gorgeous ginger.

“Annie, I- Does this- D-Do you like me too?” A simple reaction and he’s reduced to scattered woods.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Like I said, I don’t let social class come between me and what I want.”

He seems to regain his confidence and grins. “And what is it you want?”

I smirk and lean in to whisper in his ear: “Trick or treat, Albert.”

“Hmm… I ain’t sure I wanna take my chances with the trick…” He leans in closer and I feel his warmth surround me. “Or maybe I could ask ya out for a treat. Whaddya say, Annie?”

I lean in and give his lips a quick peck, making his face go nearly as red as his hair. “You seem like a treat yourself, handsome. I’d luv to go out with ya-!”

I’s barely gotten my woods out when Albert’s eyes light up and suddenly I feel soft lips be’n pressed to mine. I close my eyes and almost forget to stand, melting into Albert’s strong arms. Amidst the crowds of chattering kids and various Halloween celebrations all I can think of is him, no woids needing to be said to understand each odda. Once we pull apart for air Albert’s smiling like an idiot.

“God, I wish I would’ve started sell’n in Queens a long time ago! You wanna go on that date now?”

I kiss him one last time and start pull’n him towards the festivities. “Does caramel taste sweet?”

He grins and wraps an arm around my waist as we rush into the crowd. “I’ll take that as a yes!” 

[azonewithu]

Im ferociously sexy if thats even a word. Who cares peoplecwho say you shpukdnt make up eords never madebit like we fid once in their luves even. Thats why they say stupid dhit like that. Evetyones stupid compared to ne Emna yeah thats tough but its slso why im a tougher snd better bring altogether. Ahh everyones youug one. But that bitch lost her house sgecll lose her head soin fo t talk to certsinnoeopke who got you involved ever again. They got a lot if people kilked invluding slmostvyou. I said thryll hsve to luce with the fact tgey hot people murdered. They so t nutn but sooiled rich LOSERS l. Emna those llng hone old friends of uour ate fuckn losers. Just because you went bavk to that state i killed a few people. But its ok now you can go wherever now. Ya cant just keep killing forever over something someone did, i got them back im done. Theyll see their region go more back to normal with the weather. Theyre lucky i have a few friends in Cali still to this day. Not msny but enough not just wipe the place right out. Thats the case anywhere ive been. But fuck sll that i win fights so what. My favorite part of all this for better n worse was you.

Emma Watson

[ericleo108]

12/13/204 Is it Love? 

Click here to hear on Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube

“Is it Love?” is my 96th official release and 158th track published. This track is a cosmic luve response. The beat is by Ryini Beats and the track was produced by Keyano. The cover art is by ArtworkGang. 

I read this blog post in the latest Monday Update, Follow Lyceum Recordz on YouTube for more. Or follow on Instagram where I shoot the updated live at 9 am est on Mondays 

Lyrics:

Love it But I want some more Are you really fallin? Can you see it through? Hey there dear How are the cats? Do you rub um on the belly When they sit up on your lap If you give them affection Do they give love back? Must be nice, cuz its what I lack (Well now) Ever since  you sent the message I’ve been writing you letters But none are more effective Then the cosmic lessons Wasn’t your cup a Joe Now the wedding is postponed Not your fault, but now just know It’s pointing to your force (Who) Here’s an idea I’ll Make a song for their ears That’s all about him And can’t escape the detail Then with his mental illness It’ll drive him crazy I bet one day he’ll probably thank me (Wee)  Look at what I’ve written And how your love is in my vision And tell me the coincidences Are nothing and you’re indifferent then I forgave you too Like izz above the feud  Your so innocent, wanna lick of it But who won it, would be you (Come on baby) Uh you so bad, but I love it Uh you so bad, but I want some more Babe is it love, are you really fallin? Babe is it love, can you see it through? Uh you so bad, but I love it Uh you so bad, but I want some more Babe is it love, are you really fallin? Babe is it love, can you see it through? Let’s play some upbeat Taylor Gang of bangers  Where they wanna sing along And blame the haters  I just wanna get to know ya While drinking Diet Coca-Colas  You know I get it goin Put that romance into motion I know I’m not your man And I’m not what your about But what’s with all the semantics coming out your mouth I’m just a vessel  I’m just a vessel Fill me with purpose And make me better You’re the one who did it boo  I can go and blame you too  But I’d rather see it from your veiw And go  Uu, uuoo, uuoo Don’t fly away on your jet Stay home with me instead And feel the interconnectedness Of interstellar messages Uh you so bad, but I love it Uh you so bad, but I want some more Babe is it love, are you really fallin? Babe is it love, can you see it through? Uh you so bad, but I love it Uh you so bad, but I want some more Babe is it love, are you really fallin? Babe is it love, can you see it through?

[anemia-rp]

"Oh, that will be a lot of fun! We could be so colorful and pretty!" She said with a silly smile at the picture in her mind. "Yeah, a jester is much better than a clown." She nodded in agreement. "A whole lot less scary than a clown. Plus you're too cute to be a scary clown." She added the last bit with a bright smile. It was almost like clowns were Reno's mortal enemy, she hated to even be in the same room as one let alone to see one. "We all know clowns can't be cute." "Yep, I think a jester is far better than a clown! They're not scary at all! They're actually kind of cool." She scrunched her nose a little as she thought about it for a moment. "Like a punky joker maybe, but you're right! You're not at all mean like him, no way! But you also would be the prettiest rainbow too! I could make you have sparkly rainbow blush all across your cheeks! Oh I have cloud stickers too!" She grinned as she mentally planned out how she would do rainbow make up for him. "You would!? Oh I think I would be a very happy little kitty if you adopted me. I do have kitty ears... and maybe possibly a kitty tail as well..." she added the last bit a bit shyly, though the ones she was talking about were for a costume she wore once for Halloween it still made her a bit shy to admit.

Her back arched some at the way he touched her and she nodded, covering her face with her hands as her face heated up again. "Just for you." she answered in a breathy voice. "Just for your hands only."

"Yass!" He blinked then though. "Dunno even what's the difference between a jester 'n' a clown? Ah yeah, I'm soooo unscary! But my starsign's scorpio, people say that's the scariest starsign!" This made him laugh always - because he really was cute, a little dorky, definitely not innocent but not mean, not in the slightest. There wasn't something cunning about him. Okay, maybe there was - in the bedroom. Sometimes. Who knew. But in general he wasn't even clever enough to be cunning. Although he definitely wasn't stupid. Just chaotic and pure at heart. "Then Imma punky jester 'n' ya never have to be afraid of me!", he nodded, all content with that. He really wasn't up for someone being afraid of him, especially not a cute girl. "Ya would be the cutest Harley Quinn tho!" He laughed blithely. "Ahh, ya could do whatever ya wanna do to me! My face is ya playground, lil' Harley! Even if ya would put needles into my cheeks, ya all good!" Being so heavy with body modifications he would find this actually joyful, to experiment like that. "No fuckin' doubt 'bout that, ya would be so damn cute 'n' spoiled 'n' luved!", he promised. "Wah! Never had a pet before…besides of Ted fer sure! But Ted's ain't really a pet but my best buddy, he'd sooo fight me if he'd hear me callin' him a pet bear." He giggled. "A tail? The ones with a plug?! Cool, cool!" He smiled widely, his fangs becoming visible as he did. "My curiosity's huuuge now!"

"Sooo nice of ya!", he whispered against her neck. "Buuut…I'll need ya hand as well, ya know?" So he took one of her wrists and brought her fingers between his own legs. "Renochi's makin' me wet after all too…!" He knew he wouldn't need to be ashamed around her of what was between his legs.

[weird-things-to-think]

Steadfass: A Wort What Means "Stik To It, Kinda?"

Ok so. Steadfass (or iz it stedfast? idk, spelin is hard 😵‍💫) is a word that mean, like, wen sumone don't quit no mater wut happins. Like, if u try to eat 100 tacos and evryone sez, "Bro, stop u gon' die!" and u be like, "NO. I MUST EET ALL THE TACOS." Dat is steadfass.

Were Did It Come From??? 🤔

Histary lesson time!!! Back in olden days, knights wuz all like, "Imma bee loyal an nevur giv up!" They prolly invented this word cuz knites luved bein’ dramatic. They wuz prolly like, "Sir Arthur, thou art sooooooooo steadfass for stabbin that dragon!!" And Arthur was all like, "Yup, das me. Steadfass AF." 🔥

Why U Need 2 Be Steadfass? 🚨

Ok look, lyfe iz hard. Like, sumtimes ur dog eats ur sandwitch, or the wifi dies, or sum1 texts u “k” and it ruinz ur day. But if u R steadfass, u don’t cry (ok maybe u cry a little), u just keep goin’. U be all, “Imma still luv my dog...but he owes me a sandwitch.” 🐶🥪

Steadfass Problums

Sumtimes ppl think bein steadfass means bein stubbern. LIKE NO. If u R steadfass about bad stuff, like wearin socks wit sanduls, ur just makin ppl mad, bro. U gotta be smart steadfass, not dumb steadfass.

How 2 Be Steadfass Like a BOSS

Don’t quit ur job even if ur boss eats tuna sammiches every day and the offis smells like 🐟💀.

Stick 2 ur diet unless ur grandma makes pie, cuz u can't say no to grandma.

Chase ur dreams like a cat chasin’ a lazer pointer. (Hint: u prob won't catch it, but LOOK COOL TRYIN.)

Final Thots

So ya, steadfass means u don’t giv up, even wen lyfe iz dum and hard. Just don’t be weird about it, ok? Remember, steadfass peeps get stuff done, but they also know wen to quit (like tacos—don’t eat 101, that’s too many).

K bye! Be steadfass or whatevr. ✌️

[azonewithu]

Lil child girls do t hunt dempns in reality i do. I yhink in society your dreams are way bigger thsn any woman and youre product ill stand by that assertion. In reality you arent able ro fight for shit. Yeah we re sick of tv the stage all that shit the world is dying id kill the ehole group of you in one shot. Yeah thete us t any women who csn really fight maybe in the ufc. Karate chicks thats exercise. Theres no one who actually fears any cute chickhs from earth. Its a sales job to me a scsm pretty luch and false rrality i dont know what end. Youre gentle deep down i can tell by uour eyes look at mine you wouldnt try shit bitch. None og yas zeto not kne. Your parents iyver murdered we re getting dick of all this useless entertsinment. Its not doung the workd much hoofd be generate a few bucks for your dpoiled ass foomed modt likely purely evil oatents. Sonething hsppens ehen uou start going into your twenties. Yeah canada you cave like a chesp deck of fucon catds. You ate scared people i live hete i respect slmost no kne thats why i treat you like shit. The most dpoiled couragrless people i ever luved with. Theyve gotten do used to being spoiled the idea of not bri g a spoiled asshole anymore is more terrifying than death. Dont cave alon snything or i hotta go wait for carney with my dragonov. You dir a fuckn ti y little man ciward id like to put a bullet right yhrough your ounk ass dtupid head. But thete arent any men here really but me. Ive been wround ive murdered your peopke killed uoyr cops tslked to them zero of yhem ever scared ne you ste not dcary peopke at sll. Deep in your vore thetes really nothing like i have. Im embarassed yo say om from here. The killer Arch from yhis punkh ass bitch if s nation.

Abs

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025) dir. Maggie Kang, Chris Appelhans

[ericleo108]

12/13/2023 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “Cosmic Luve Brownies” is my 65th official release. This song is “light and airy” hip-hop with a pleasing tone. The song is a response to Taylor Swift’s “Lover” album. The beat is by Tantu and was used because I feel like it is Taylor Swift's style and I wanted to try and emulate her, but in rap. I bite Taylor Swift’s style, out of love of course. You can easily hear the similarities between this song and Taylor's song “Paper Rings.”  The song was self-recorded but produced by Sam Peters and La Luna while the cover art was made by ArtworkGang from Fiverr

I talk about this blog post and other updates in the latest Sunday update here:

Taylor is a cosmic luve which means there are semantic reflections in our work that create a series of coincidence that seem to be a communication from Gaia. If you wanna see me explain what that would look like, check out the Cosmic Luve Oct 2022 - Folklore post. I see Taylor and I as besties. The love is philia, and I hope to be friends somday.

It hasn’t been all sunshine and roses. I used to not be able to explain all the coincidences and semantics (form the Cosmic Luve log) and it made me very angry when I was mentally ill. In my throros of schizophrenia I got really angry at Ms. Swift for no reason. I thought Taylor was “controlling my eugenics” or keeping girls from me. It was kinda one of those things where you’re sick so you destroy what you love. I was off my medication and mean but it will never happen again, and hasn’t since 2019. This is my apology to Ms. Swift, encapsulated in a song, while hopefully making her laugh and feel good. It’s a dicey past that I’d rather forget and hope she forgives me and we can laugh about as friends one day. That’s all I’ll say.

Lyrics:

Look If it was ever a question I did it cuz I love you I like simple things, but I'd complicate your everything  Oh yeah, get real, baby, you're the one I haunt And I hate sacraments except when we go get into it Oh yeah, get real Baby, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt I got Saturn watch’n over you Cuz you’re a supernova girl A starry night that rock my world Vangoe if you sang the words Oh yeah, gimme that nookie Come on girl, I really want you to push me  Over the edge, and into the cushy Rough love you give that makes me lucky You saved this seat for me, does that mean we’re lovers? If she grabbed me by the knee does that still mean it doesn’t? Cuz I like simple things, but I'd complicate your everything  Oh yeah, get real, baby, you're the one I haunt And I hate sacraments except when we go get into it Oh yeah, get real Baby, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt I’d hit you like that vape juice Infuse you with great grove From interstellar baked goods Like eat the stars they’d taste good Like Little Debbie Cosmic Luve brownies I like what it does when you frown for me Cuz I wanna turn it round, up side down And make you queen with paper crowns Gaylord, gaylord Here’s rings that’s made of paper      Cuz I like simple things, but I'd complicate your everything  Oh yeah, get real, baby, you're the one I haunt And I hate sacraments except when we go get into it Oh yeah, get real Baby, you're the one I haunt I don’t want bad blood, but for you I’d put up a fight Would you do the same for me, and do what is right? There’s what I’d do for you, and then there what’s required I’d suck a fart out ya ass, but only need to give you the Heimlich You know that straw man hypothesis You fill’em with the opposite And pick apart the topic quick When opposing the love we give Don’t let’um distract, Or misrepresent the facts put it in your craft, be the antithesis to bad cuz I like simple things, but I'd complicate your everything  Oh yeah, get real Baby, you're the one I haunt And I hate sacraments except when we go get into it Oh yeah, get real Baby, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt

[ba0shanblack]

To all my mootsies & readers,

I'll be on vacation for 2 weeks so I imagine I'm not gonna be that active here 🥺

I do hope when I'm back the godess of inspo and concentration will bless me to write again, because lately each and every one of my attempts failed miserably.

Ps. I'm always getting the news for BBB and if someone needs me, my inbox is always open 🖤💙

Mwaah!

🙏🏻

[azonewithu]

We do t cave like done biytch punk coubtries did and will duffer deary for Syd. He talks about us do much hecause we re bettervpeople with better things going on than his own. Hes jesloys tgenpunk we re respected and loved and hes destriyed that any love or resoect america had. No ask around thos is t go well for uour nation. If you look at the numbers peopke arpund the eorld haye you people now. Thatll start to wear your entite everything down. Chibas pulling away theyre doing dfine the trace war fsiled agsi st them. Lets fo see ehat tgeyre yp to guys. We ll be fine we dont kneed anyone as bad as they beeds us spparently. The tax on tech lisers is justigied nobidy teally even likes those people what are you up to this werkend? Why? How do tou jnow that scum bag evetyone hayes Syd. You americans are innfor a surprise soon. You font have any duelers or men i chscked. Tgat egg geaded lookn bitch woukd shit his fuckn psnts thinkn abput dueling. We do t like your tech people anyway yhe tax stsys and Michael said the wwathers on its wsy. I do t know what yhat means iut cant be good. No i was surpirised yo see you twith suxj hated people. Theyre not good people and they eouldnt ddo well arguing with je. Like that fyckn burxh winfrey. Hi bitch got any nigfas to durl. How about you usha butxh ass fyvonnpunk monkeys. Yesh youre not black fo t rry to tell us. No i still like you Dyd i do t judge people i like fir bei g around people i dont. Fuck them theyre mad i torched their houses abd gheir bifch ass mbarks i eoukd t want thst bifch ass life. Tgey fwll iff all if em. Death is hunts americans steady now. Its the end Syd not long so why be mad at anyone. Tge people i font like i just font like cause theyre shitty people theyve been marked and know it. Yiu ha w fun kid but fyck tge reet of thise ugky people. Thsyre old they dont look that great no more most of us ate fine with that. Tgey arent cause theyre celebrities. They think theyll luve girever like ne buf nope theyll ge firgitten soon enough but i never will be. Remember that. You re the hottest girl there iyrs yiur eyes. None of them have nice eyes like yiu because they are not nuce people like you. I hope tgey all lookmover et you abd realuze the truth. Youre the only kne there Gid dven likes. No not yhemst lymie fu kn smack yhat bitch naned agter glitida oe leo aroujd. Fuck those giys i font like theoyr daces snd their coward bifches. Yeah youre too old gor hom hes a nonce big time. Thats why hes slways got his bitch ass het on low. Hey fuck you bew york my big dick your gfs ass. Fuckn ciward rat whats up wanna duel? I yhought not fair fights arent your peoples things. Ahh ha fuxkh you God likes ne better and everyone kniws it ya fuckn nonce. Nonce i said youte a chikd molestor wgats yp bitch from ounked iff bew york i punked rveryone fyom there off. My nuts your moms face. Hows that birch tjby doin wow you guys should t be calked guys where im ffom ur diddlers.

Sydney Sweeney.

[mangaka-neko-chan]

"What a luvely voice you have!" "Right back at ya with that style of yours!" And then Elini would spot Kassidy's arm, think she's a genestealer and everyone would have to hold them apart so they don’t try to kill each other :D

With how little Darktide OC havers there are out there, I’m having fun spotting the handful of characters and their similarities since they all come more or less from the same creation machine. In this case the similarities between @lulzyrobot's Kassidy and my friend @elinilinxfoot‘s Elini. But besides their voice, hair, ptsd, and quirky attitude they couldn’t be more different tho, which is even more fun. Very cool how everyone interprets the voices differently heh~

[soylent-robot]

nobody does space pirating better than orks! ‘ave a close up of all dat luvely dakka ya scallywag

[originalstar1]

One of my closest and dearest friends said to me last night

"Picture the person you adore and put them in a sack race! I guarantee you'll loose interest and cringe!"

I thought about it and laughed outloud!

"Joseph Quinn in a sack race!! I can see this!! And it's freaking adorable!"

Tell me am not the only one who can't now unsee this and smile!

The fact we can't not be put off this man is concerning!

But I did cringe .....but at myself!

If someone told me that this man would pop onto my life/head/heart after loosing the last parent, my loving mum in June and help put me back together starting with a wild mane and dio battle vest manchild!

To add a adorable autistic smart luke, the boyfriend material that is Tom Grant, (luvee ya roof) the Master of this house Arther Havisham, the sweetness of Jamie, and Randomly weired Hash! (And that's counting some)

They all weirdly healed me! Slowly brought me back!

The fact my friends named me Startini Munson and gifted me beautiful joe quinn and Co gifts and gifs to make me smile! (Even my husband!!)

So yeah I pictured it and it made me smile!

Proud of our Joe! and if I get the chance to meet him I'll be sure to let him know how much !

Thank you for listening to my inner monologue!

This is not my art, I can't credit who did this but it was suitable to the post!

Thank you to who did this......its beautiful 😍

[littleprincessfluffybunny]

1. …there’s too many to choose from!!! but my favorite right now would be Eugene from Tangled!!! 💖💖💖

2. Phineas and Ferb and MOVIES!!!

3. sippies!!!

4. yes!!! extra soft ones, especially weighted ones

5. I have so many…but probably playing games with my Mimi

6. Rapunzel is definitely a permakid and Eugene is her caregiver

7. DINO NUGGIES AND MAC AND CHEESE 🦖

8. ONLY PACIS!!!

9. no not really

10. I have only had regular and strawberry milk!! But I think if I could try it I would definitely like banana milk da best!!! 🍌 🥛

11. My paci + my plushy Bunnie + a Disney movie/cartoon!! Or my petting my doggie, Ben. He’s a Great Pyrenees and he really likes to be hugged!!!

12. Ya!!!!

13. My stuffie PRINCESS BUNNY OF FAIRYTALELANDIA!!! She always calms me down and makes me feel safe and she’s fun to play with too!!!

14. Yes!!! I collect all the kinds that are cute and soft and cuddly and I like!!!

15. Blowing bubbles!!! I wanna try a bubble bath but I don’t have a tub 😢

16. Kinetic sand!!! But I don’t have any yet, I just like to play with it on displays at stores so far

17. Probably food!! I like to cut it and serve it and my CG likes to eats it!!

18. Coloring books!!! I don’t like chalk, the sound makes me feel icky 🤢

19. I like my big oversized t shirts a lots to wear around the house!!! But in public, idk yet!!! I have some clothes coming in today, we will see if they fits right!!!

20. I LOVE JEWELRY!! I have a Fiona the Hippo necklace that I LUVE LUVE LUVE!!!!! and I wanna make jewelry with beads but I don’t have any yet.

Agere ask game,because I'm bored and wanted to do my own take on this:

1: who would be your ideal fictional caregiver?

2: what's your favorite shows to watch while regressed?

3: sippy cups or baby bottles?

4: do you like to sleep with stuffies,if so which kinds?

5: favorite memory you've had made while regressing?

6: is there any fictional characters you interpret as being age regressers or caregivers?

7: what's your favorite kiddy foods to eat while regressed?

8: do you like to suck your thumb,or do you prefer a pacifer?

9: do you have a favorite baby blanket/kids blanket that you use while regressed?

10: chocolate milk,strawberry milk,vanilla milk,banana milk or regular milk?

11: what always puts you into littlespace,without fail?

12: do you stim more while age regressed?

13: do you have an absolute favorite kid's/baby toy or stim toy?

14: do you collect plushies,if so what kinds?

15: bubble baths or blowing bubbles?

16: play doh or kinetic sand?

17: toy food or toy tools?

18: coloring books or chalk art?

19: what's your favorite regression outfit?

20: do you like to make and/or wear age regression themed jewelery?

[mimikyugirl]

Chaotic Night*

-one shot-

Ringo invites his friends over for a night, but when John shows up fresh out of a fight and George shows up drunk, things can turn out a little different than expected.

*also known as "The Beatles being dumb for an entire night" lmao.

Word Count: 2k

@devotedlyrainygladiator asked for a slumber party or camp prompt and I thought "Well...why not mix them both...kinda?"

Thank you for the request, love. I hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing!! <3

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Ringo's initial idea was quite different. Very different.

His idea didn't involve George showing up at his house drunk or John getting into a fight, but if he wanted to have a free night with his friends, that would have to be overlooked.

Two days before, they had agreed to go over to Ringo's house to simply watch a movie or have a few drinks together. The idea sounded great until the actual day, when John showed up at his door with a black eye and a cut on his lips.

"John, what the hell happened to ya ??" Ringo asked, freaking out and jumping quickly towards his friend.

Paul, who was right behind with a bag of frozen strawberries, was the first to respond "This bonehead got into a fight at the pub" jumping to John's side, helping him under protests to find the sofa and placing the bag of strawberries above his eye "Just because someone... y'know what? It's not even important."

"What do I do?" Ringo asked, closing the door and quickly joining them in the sofa.

"Nothing, luve" John replied, taking Paul's hands with the strawberries from his face "Just fetch me a clean shirt, and I'll be brand new."

Paul seemed to be trying to hold back his laughter, but Ringo ran to get the shirt and decided not to ask anything.

Ringo chose a random white shirt and quickly took it to John. He had already taken off his dirty shirt and Paul helped him clean the small cut on his lips. Before John had even finished buttoning his shirt, a knock on the door signaled George's arrival.

Paul was talking quietly to John, asking if he needed a medicine, when Ringo opened the door to…well, nothing, since George was sitting perfectly on the floor.

"Georgie?" Ringo asked, looking at his friend "Did you fall?"

George needed Paul's help to get on his feet, and it didn't take more than a few seconds for everyone to know exactly why.

"So that's why you couldn't come with us you, yer troublemaker?" John asked laughing, helping Paul to put George on the sofa "He was too busy getting waisted."

Ringo didn't even know where to start. He had planned a peacefull night and quickly saw that his plans weren't going to exactly work out.

"I'm not... I'm not even that drunk" George babbled "I'm just a little... happy, that's all."

They laughed and helped George get out of his suit, putting him on a Ringo shirt.

"What happened to yer face?" he asked, pointing to John.

"You don't remember?" John replied, feigning astonishment "You punched me when..." Paul pulled him away from George by the waist before he could finish.

"Stop messing with him, John" he said "Don't listen to him George, he's just jealous you went to a pub and didn't get punched."

"This is nothing compared to what happened to the other guy" John countered offended.

Ringo was sitting next to George, patiently holding a glass of water to his lips.

Quickly the mood in the room improved and they started pouring themselves one of Ringo's whiskey (minus George, for obvious reasons).

Paul and Ringo danced excitedly to a song on the radio and John had conversations too deep to be described with the drunk George.

When John joined the dance, they noticed that George was practically asleep on the couch.

"I think somebody better get him to bed before he needs to be carried, y'know" John suggested.

He and Paul walked over to George, nudging him gently and trying not to laugh at his condition.

"John, can you give me a slice of cake?" George asked, his inebriated eyes barely able to focus on the men in front of him "I can give you a piece of Paul, what do you think of dat?" John pushed Paul towards George with a smile.

"C'mon, buddy" Paul said, gently putting his arm around George's back "Let's get you to bed."

They walked up the stairs slowly, George insistently talking about the cake while Paul nodded politely.

John poured Ringo's cup another shot of whiskey and they walked together to sit in the garden.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before Paul appeared again, loosening his tie and smiling "George doesn't stop talking about a cake you promised him" He said, pointing to John.

"I said I was going to buy one of those chocolate cakes he likes, y'know?" John explained "But on his birthday that is seven months from now."

The three boys laughed, making themselves comfortable around the table. Shoes and ties quickly piled in the corner as they passed the bottle among themselves.

They talked for what felt like hours, not worrying about schedules or fans going crazy for the first time in weeks. Ringo was more relieved now than when everyone arrived,honestly. Now that George was resting peacefully and John didn't even seem to be in pain, they were free to just have fun together.

"Fetch us another bottle of whiskey, John love" Ringo said "Macca's cup is empty and mine is almost there."

John got up quickly on his way to the kitchen, and before he even got to the door he realized something was wrong.

"Is this... WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" John yelled, looking intently at the mess he found in the kitchen.

The entire room was filled with thick gray smoke. Not even understanding what was going on, John was greeted by George, who was happily sitting at the table, licking a spoon with what he recognized as cake batter.

"What?" George asked, not even realizing he was surrounded by smoke "Yer said you weren't going to give me cake, so I am making one myself."

"Georgie, it looks like an entire bag of cocaine exploded on the floor" John laugh, trying to jump all the flour to get to the stove. George simply shrugged his shoulders "Don't go sniffing it."

The kitchen was shrouded in smoke, and John now knew it was George's failed attempt to use the oven.

"Paul!" John yelled without getting an answer "Paul???"

Paul appeared practically slipping through the door. It didn't take more than one look at the kitchen to understand what had happened.

"Remember when you said you were going to put George to bed?" John asked, crossing his arms "What happened?"

"I don't…George!" Paul walked confused to the table "I put you to bed and told you to stay there!"

"Well, I told myself to stay there too, y'know" George said, patiently licking the spoon "But I really needed this cake."

Paul could just laugh as Ringo walked into the kitchen and nearly fell on top of John, having slipped on an eggshell.

"John" He said, looking slowly at the scene around him "Why is there cocaine on my floor?"

"The hell would I know??" John protested, walking away from Ringo back to the garden "I don't know why you guys are doing such a big deal out of dis" George completed in the background gently fanning the smoke he only seemed to have seen now "Ringo, be a dear and turn the oven on for me would'ya? I have no idea how to use it."

"George" Ringo said, walking to take out of the oven a cake that could very well be used as charcoal "I think you do, my friend."

"Good God Georgie" Paul chuckled in the corner of the room, doing his best to ward off the smoke with a pillow "A few more minutes and you'd set the house on fire."

The boys couldn't do much more than laugh at this point, and make sure George was safe this time.

"We should sleep in the garden" Ringo suggested "With the stars... without the smoke."

"You want to sleep on the floor?" Paul asked amazed "Are ye missing our days in Berlin or something?"

George suddenly got up to hug Ringo and ended up with his face buried in his friend's shoulder "Not on the floor, Paul" Ringo added with a laugh "I have a tent and some sleeping bags stuffed somewhere."

"It actually seems like a good idea, y'know" Paul said, walking to the door that gave access to the garden "At least our clothes won't smell like George's burnt cake."

"John we're sleeping outside ok?" Paul yelled, getting an acknowledgment from John who was smoking outside in the dark "What about George?" Paul asked turning his attention back inside.

"This one definitely needs a bed" Ringo concluded, slapping his friend gently on the back.

After giving Paul quick instructions on where he could find the sleeping bags and the tent, Ringo began moving George towards the bedroom.

"You know I love you, don't ya?" George was trying to cling to Ringo's arms while Ringo was vehemently trying to wipe the cake batter from his chin. Despite knowing that George probably didn't even know where he was, Ringo smiled and quickly replied "Of course I do, Georgie."

He was finally put to bed again, wrapping himself in the blanket immediately "I love you too" Ringo whispered, leaving the room slowly.

Passing through the kitchen he thought "Cleaning this is my problem tomorrow, not today" and just kicked an eggshell out of the way.

He found John and Paul sitting by the tent with a cigarette each between their fingers.

"Are we going to set up this tent or...?" Ringo questioned "It's a symbolic tent, y'know. We just lie down next to it and don't ask questions" John replied.

Ringo finally pulled out one of the sleeping bags and sat on top of it, quickly joining his stream of smoke with that of his friends.

"Well... what were you two talking about?" He asked. Even in the dark John's swollen eye was visible, but that didn't seem to dampen his good mood "The fight" Paul replied, lifting the cigarette to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

"What happened there anyway?" Ringo asked, letting his body fall into the sleeping bag. Paul and John also lay down on the grass before John started to reply "Someone thought it was a good idea to talk shit, dats what."

"C'mon, John. It wasn't quite like dat" Paul added laughing "The barman just said he didn't like my tie."

"No one asked his opinion on you" John muttered seriously in the dark.

Ringo couldn't help but laugh. The fact that John now had a black eye simply because Paul's tie was insulted pushed him into a spiral of laughter and tears in his eyes. Paul quickly joined him, and John didn't hold his seriousness any longer. They spent a lot of time laughing and reminiscing about all the unusual moments they had together so far, just enjoying the night breeze and the nostalgia feelings.

When the boys' laughter died, they simply kept looking up. The only company for the three of them now seemed to be the stars and the distant barking of a dog. In the dark, where the only light was the lit end of their cigarettes, it was as if the stars took on the task of lighting the world.

"This feels really nice" Paul whispered.

Before either of them could add anything, the kitchen door slammed and a slightly less confused George walked towards the garden. He was curled up in the blanket Ringo had thrown over him, and he was looking around for his friends.

"Oi, mate" Ringo caught his attention "What are ye doing here?"

"You left me alone up there" George complained, finally spotting the other three and joining them "Why does everything smell like smoke?"

John started to reply "It's because that big head of yours..." before being cut off by Ringo, who simply said "It's a long story, luve."

George lay down between them, sharing a piece of blanket with John.

With everyone there together, Ringo felt that one way or another he had exactly the night he wanted. He closed his eyes contentedly at the sound of his friends talking in the background, finally forgetting that he would have to clean the kitchen when the sun came up again.

[ericleo108]

08/18/2023 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “Soldier For Love” is my 54th official release. This song is a deep, meaningful, and inspirational track. The song was self-recorded. The beat was made by KeyAno and t0ndys from fiver. The guitar sample came from Martin from fiverr. The cover art was made by Gigzlogo from Fiverr.

I originally wrote this song probably back in 2019. I’m just getting around to publishing it. I wanted to put it out there because it has always inspired me to dig deep, keep going, and be a soldier for love. I don’t know what it is about this song that get’s my goat and makes me emotional. It was written during and reminds me of time of being mentally ill and how I felt like I had to be a soldier for love.

I talk about this blog post and other updates such as the cosmic luve carrots beginnings with Selena Gomez in the latest Sunday update here:

Lyrics:

Here we go again, this road so lonely 

Another way a different day, but the goal so holy 

Never give it up, you gotta do it homie 

You’re the one that they’ll say, you showed them to see 

Don’t know, can’t see it

Can’t blame their perspective 

Eyes straight, chin up

Don’t let’um see you’re stress’n

Love’s my weapon 

And your heart is what I steal from 

Fuck you, What I told ya

Because I’m a soldier 

Trials tribulations 

My veiw’s been persuaded 

Never gave a chance to make it 

They thought they had erased this

Soldier for love Eric Leo108 

Lyceum Recordz, it’s a pleasure

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Tweet, Share, syndicate 

Be soldier love, help Blue and Gaia 

Tune into ya soul, enjoy the ride with style 

Here we go again, this road so lonely 

Another way a different day, but the goal so holy 

Never give it up, you gotta do it homie 

You’re the one that they’ll say, you showed them to see  

Huh, when you see me, just show some love

Just like the money you know I don’t get enough

Cuz who else gon’ do this, you got one life, use it

I got you, it’s imminent, I set it up for your benefit

What’s it mean to be a hero

And do it for your people 

Face your fears, say no

Save yourself and your soul 

Culinary poetry, mix it in and whip it up

Infuse, imbue, wake and bake and light it up

Who you gonna trust?

Who you wanna love?

Come on what it does?

Who sacrificed for us?

Who you think you’re kidding 

Didn’t recognize I was gifted

Took what I had given 

Never paid back the intention 

Cuz this is what I do

I’m on a noble pursuit 

A covenant to rule  

Though it seem foolish to you

I paid it forward and accrued 

Goodwill and karma as a tool

Went crazy on a few 

Though it seem foolish to you

But the lack of love is causing us to fracture

What happened to our dignity, respect and stature

Even standing on your own you can break the pattern

And fight for what’s right and do what matters

Here we go again, this road so lonely 

Another way a different day, but the goal so holy 

Never give it up, you gotta do it homie 

You’re the one that they’ll say, you showed them to see  

Huh, when you see me, just show some love

Just like the money you know I don’t get enough

Cuz who else gon’ do this, you got one life, use it

I got you, it’s imminent, I set it up for your benefit

It’s peace, love, and unity all through truth

Intellectual hip-hop with attitude

A perspective, a mindset, a panoramic view

I'll be here forever telling you what it do

Set your goals, focus on why

Ill teach you, reach you, change your life

When you a soldier for love and you got the drive

I'll be there, and down to ride

Here we go again, this road so lonely 

Another way a different day, but the goal so holy 

Never give it up, you gotta do it homie 

You’re the one that they’ll say, you showed them to see  

Huh, when you see me, just show some love

Just like the money you know I don’t get enough

Cuz who else gon’ do this, you got one life, use it

I got you, it’s imminent, I set it up for your benefit

Who gave it to the Greeks, 

And put it on repeat 

Til love is what you seek

And a beautiful peak

Forget regret, 

Save what’s left

You should feel blessed, 

Put your soul to rest 

I said, Here we go again, this road so lonely 

Another way a different day, but the goal so holy 

Never give it up, you gotta do it homie 

You’re the one that they’ll say, you showed them to see  

Huh, when you see me, just show some love

Just like the money you know I don’t get enough

Cuz who else gon’ do this, you got one life, use it

I got you, it’s imminent, I set it up for your benefit

It’s peace, love, and unity all through truth

Intellectual hip-hop with attitude

A perspective, a mindset, a panoramic view

I'll be here forever telling you what it do

Set your goals, focus on why

Ill teach you, reach you, change your life

When you a soldier for love and you got the drive

I'll be there, and down to ride