#made them a pinterest board and everything… its bad.

[mcrlboro]

they warn you about drugs but they never warn you about markhelly

[dollwhite]

BRAT

made by Dollwhite

also I made a vibe board for Winnieee!!

I got all of the pics off Pinterest!! Her vide is like weird loners? Her fav transformation are the dreadbots..ion know why that matters but it does sooo.

Chapter three!!! Two and one are on my account 💗

Ik I said I wasn’t gonna make more parts of this series buttttt I got more ideas so hernyou goooo!!

Walking up the stairs into the Wayne manner. A thought cross's your mind, school doesn’t end for another 2 hours. So Tim and Damian shouldn’t be here unless they didn’t go to school.

You hoped they did, it’s really no way for you to tell if they did or not. Even though you all go to the same school, you try your best not to interact with them. Even at home, she let her

Dick and Jason are most likely doing whatever in the bat-cave or hanging out with their friends. But the important thing is none of them will have listen to the scolding you’ll get.

You know your dad.

ℰ𝓌

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

The word dad just…. Feels wrong.

You know biologically he’s your father.. But mentally? He’s just a stranger that pays for everything. Like a walking, talking bank.

Niw your sitting on the living room couch, as your father towers over you. Going on about how it’s wrong for you to help people cheat.

“[Reader] I know you may have thought you were doing something good for them but you were not.” He said “ Giving someone the answers to something they don’t know is wrong. You should have let them fugue out the questions on their own. Friends or not” he added on crossing his arms.

This had been going on for about an hour so, if you pretend to be sorry you should be out of here in about 15-20 minutes. Depending how long his “glad you understand the problem and I hope you won’t make the same mistake” rent lest

You were finally allowed to go to your room. Its about 3:10 but your not sure because he took your phone, like was the hour and 20 minutes rent not enough?

But that’s ok because like 2 weeks age you got a back up phone just in case something like this happened.

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐠!

Shit was that your phone? It’s supposed to be on silent.

𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭

𝐖𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧

Winery: guysss!!😭😭

T-hoe: what?

Winery: my mom said I can’t be friends with y’all anymore

You : wait really???

Winery: yeah but ima still hang with y’all she just can’t know

T-hoe: k I’m grounded tho

You : he took my phone 😔

T-hoe : so how tf r u texting us??

You : it’s called having a back up dumb ass and your grounded so how r u texting

Winery: yk his parents got bad ass memory they prob forgot they got a kid🤷🏽‍♀️

T-hoe: didn’t your date forgot about u??

You : lmaooo would not take that 😭���

Winery: don’t come for me cuz your parents forget about u 😕

“[reader] father has been calling you for the past five minutes.” Your youngest older bother Damian said lining on your door frame, still in the school uniform. “And nest time you decide to help your idiots of friends don’t get caught.”

“Fuck off Dami” you muttered standing up from your bed. Putting your ‘phone’ under your bed mattress. You live in a house full of vigilantes and detectives, it never harts to be extra careful. 

The end, this is so short 😭

Byeee Dolling sighing out

[honeytonedhottie]

how to successfully rebrand⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧁

this post is a collaboration with my FAVORITE @prettieinpink. in this post we'll elaborate on rebranding urself and implementing change in a way that is not only efficient but not that difficult to do ✨

FLIP THE SCRIPT ;

write down who u wanna become. what ur goals are, what ur style is like, ur schedule, achievements, relationships etc. however instead of writing it like "it'll happen one day" write it as though it happened already.

on the flip side i want u to write down what u think hinders you or blocks u from making the rebrand that u want so desperately. ur weakness. then flip them and find solutions on how to deal with it entirely, or diminish it significantly.

EXPAND ON UR BEAUTY ;

learn how to do makeup that is suited for ur own features. learn which clothes and colors compliment and flatter you the best. when u try and use a cookie-cutter approach to beauty as a way to fit a standard, you won't feel/look ur best.

thats why its important to know your own self the very best. no one knows ur beauty and body like you do so only you know best how to make ur beauty bloom.

DEVELOP UR OWN STYLE ;

u dont have to follow along with every single trend that u see in the fashion industry. although its fun at times or the particular trend can inspire u to create more outfits, its important to have a sense of individuality when u dress.

i recommend creating a pinterest board and filling it up with clothes that u love and clothes that align with ur style. find a fashion inspiration or multiple if u dont know where to start. when u go shopping, reference this board and look for clothes that r similar to the clothes in ur pinterest board.

REFRESH BUTTON ;

block the numbers of people that keep u trapped in a version of urself that u no longer associate with. get comfy with the block button girlies!! you can control who sticks around you and you're directly responsible for protecting ur peace.

delete photos of people who are no longer in ur life (like, they hurt u or walked out of ur life/vice versa) change up ur environment and what ur staring at every single day. unfollow people on social media who dont inspire you/who make u feel bad about urself and where u are on ur rebranding journey.

ADAPT ;

remember that list that we made earlier? lets learn to adapt habits can cultivate that and make this rebrand thrive. identify nonsense in ur life and learn how to get comfortable with cutting it off.

EXECUTE ;

now its time to put everything that we've covered into a action with a few easy and simple steps.

do ur SWOT analysis (strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats)

create solutions to what u classify as ur weakness

commit to yourself and your rebrand

[dreamyreveriie]

𐙚 WARM WELCOMES — LEO VALDEZ .ᐟ ˚⋆. ˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ ꒰ leo valdez x gn!reader — a riordanverse blurb ꒱

— ordered﹔yes / no - here!! — ingredients﹔fluffy whipped cream, use of y/n, purpose use of lowercase alphabet soup, reader has a supporting/loving family, established relationship, probably not well proofread, lmk if i missed anything! — wc﹔500+ // 4 min average reading time — recipe﹔read the order above :) — cassie's tea time﹔i've been scrolling on pinterest for so long and couldn't find any good photos for 'handmade' stuff so i decided to just go w those three 😔😔 i also had like no idea what to name this HELP [also thank you to that anon who told me what i got wrong because i was like half asleep when i wrote this]

﹙the cafe // dishes // menu // barista board﹚

leo valdez stood nervously at your doorstep, one hand stuffed into the pockets of his jeans and the other fiddling with a gift he brought for your family. despite the confident grin he usually wore, you noticed the anxiety in his eyes. you reached over and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"they’re going to love you, i just know it." you said, smiling warmly.

"easy for you to say," leo muttered, but his smile became more genuine as he looked at you. "you're not the one who has to impress their partner's family."

"you'll do great," you assure, kissing his cheek.

as you opened the door, you could hear the sound of laughter from the living room. leo’s grip tightened on your hand for a moment before he took a deep breath, following you inside.

"mom, dad, this is leo," you introduced him to your parents. leo smiled nervously, giving them a small wave, his eyes looking around the room as if taking everything in.

your father stepped forward first, a kind glint in his eyes. "nice to meet you, leo," he said warmly, extending a hand. leo shook it firmly, a bit of the tension easing from his shoulders.

then came your step-mother who treated you like you really were her own. "my child's boyfriend, yes? she talks about you a lot." she chuckled.

you blush, and leo can't help but laugh as he glanced at you, his anxiety melting into amusement. "they're truly one of a kind."

"i made a few things for you guys.. just as a gift, y'know?" leo says sheepishly with a smile, handing your family the handmade gifts he had spent all night working on.

"made this yourself?" your father says, impressed as he examined the wrsitwatch your boyfriend gave him, turning it over in his hands to inspect the fine details..

"yep!" leo nods, squeezing your hand for reassurance.

"can you really make anything?" your little brother asked, eyes wide with awe and curiousity.

leo grinned enthusiastically, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "pretty much. wanna see?" your little brother nods eagerly.

he pulled a few random items from his pockets — a couple of screws, a piece of wire, and a small chunk of metal. in minutes, he had crafted a tiny bird that flapped its wings and chirped. your sibling’s eyes widened in amazement.

as the evening wore on, the tension leo had disappeared. by the time dessert came around, he was trading jokes with your dad and sharing stories with your mom like they’d known each other for years.

when it was time to leave, your parents pulled you aside.

"he’s a good one," your mother said softly, her eyes warm. "and he clearly cares about you."

your father nodded. "just make sure he knows we’re always watching," he added with a wink, his tone teasing but his meaning clear.

you couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully. "yeah, yeah, dad, got it."

you walked leo to the door, the night air cool against your skin. he turned to you, his expression a mix of relief and happiness.

"that wasn’t so bad," he admitted, pulling you into a hug.

you laughed, resting your head against his chest. "told you they’d love you."

leo kissed the top of your head. "thank you for believing in me."

you smiled up at him. "always."

— thank you for placing your order, and i hoped you enjoyed your meal! kisses from jvpiterzs <3 — cafe guest list﹔n/a

[ppenguinpperson]

canine girl in all her doggy glory!! already posted her design and profile the other day, but i updated her profile and i want all her images in one post.. speaking of her profile, warning warning for talk of violence there more on canine (+ lyrics?!! Woah!!) under the cut:)

canine girl is inspired/an au of my oc alík, but i don't think it'd be wrong to say she's a different character alltogether? while the things she struggles with are things that alík does, too, she's more like.. idk ❤️only i can understand this ...

as you may have guessed by her warning, canine girl has violent intrusive thoughts, and feels extremely guilty for them, even if she never acts out on them. her profile doesnt get too into this .. since she feels that guilt and shame, i don't think she'd wanna share the details online .. or with anybody ever.. you know how it is 💥

her design is smth i struggled with greatly .. her mask is this

and as soon as i saw it on alíks pinterest board i was set on using it and im sooo happy i did!! i think it works greatly..!!! other notable things about her design, that im happy with, are mostly to do with her hoodie. her hoodie-ears are actual ears, shes just hiding them:) and its made to resemble a service dog vest!

you can't really see it in the 'fake screenshot' art, the first one, but she's got a kind of belt (harness ?) around her chest !! its around her shoulders too.. and her chain hanging from that could be interpreted as a leash ig ?? idk 💥💥you'll never understand sinister minds inner workings... another design-y thing is !! shes got her arms around herself in the fake screenshot, which is bc she's hiding her claws from you 💥her eyes are also made to resemblea wolfs:)

her pants are just like that bc its alíks fashion sense 💥and bc i think they fit! and i like them!! a little treat just for me:)

another thing that i wanna talk about is her profile!! its so !! chill !! the colours are warm and inviting, her info there is silly, she invites you to talk with her if you're struggling, shes got fun blinkies.. !! shes just having fun on a site hanging out and chilling .. its like that bc i wanted to show, even if in a little way, that intrusive thoughts arent indicative of a persons identity. canine's intrusive thoughts don't make her a bad person, they don't make her a rabid dog like she thinks, they just make her somebody with intrusive thoughts. shes more than her intrusive thoughts, you know ??

anyhow! the lyrics !! i wrote lyrics for a theoretical song that she would have, but Wont, because im not a songwriter. i might make a silly littly tune for her one day, like a minute long at most, most likey shorter, so these lyrics are what you get !! and also it was my second time writing actual lyrics (first time was 10 minutes before when i was writing lyrics for another tptm oc, unknown girl) so Dont be meanies... Ok... treat me niceys... her voice for this would be kohaku merry btw :3

warning, again, more specified this time: themes of violent intrusive thoughts, talk of violence, vague references to generational abuse

That I’m just like a dog, I know Got the leash and collar to show Tug it one way, then another I’ll obey you like no other

But obedience doesn’t cut it With teeth sharper than a razor blade The only way to be is afraid That’s what I say, anyway

Can’t say I’m sorry, not to you That’d scare me, letting you know  About your mangled body on the floor Still just a fantasy, nothing more

(Violent thoughts suppressed) Ineffective muzzle helps little (Violent needs repressed) ‘Cause my razors make it brittle It’s not on purpose, just my spittle Can’t help my second nature

(BEAT ME, FLAY ME, LEAVE ME DEAD PLEASE DO YOUR WORST, I BEG IT WON’T BE UNDESERVING TO BEAT A WILD DOG SENSELESS

GIVE IT YOUR ALL, YOUR EVERYTHING WE BOTH KNOW I’D DO WORSE WERE I NOT A DOG BUT SOMETHING LIKE I AM NOW, JUST SHAMELESS)

The carpet floor’s forever stained A family heirloom of violence and hate Trying so hard to reject that norm Can’t help but feel it’s all I’m destined for

Gotta stop myself with only a collar Can’t be like my father’s bully father So as long as you hold my leash I swear I’ll hide my deepest needs

Even if it’s not real, I fear You’ll reach into me and see All these sinful fantasies Of your bloody arteries I don’t mean them, believe me It’s just that this is all I know how to be A mutt that doesn’t know any better Only to claw and dismember

(Violent thoughts excessed) Maybe it’s just natural selection (Violent needs processed) Can no longer deny this connection That I’m just like a dog, I know Got all this shame to show

Your hands are only ever kind A stark contrast to my mind It’s not real, just thoughts, I know Adrenaline still fills me though

My collar thins, soon it will snap Go away, don’t want you here for that Your kindness is naivety My impending misery Your outstretched hand is prey Don’t say I didn’t warn you  Here comes the prophesised day Where the hand feeds no more

(WITH MY LEASH AND MUZZLE GONE YOU MISTAKE FOR A FAWN YOU THROW MY COLLAR TO THE FLOOR I BEG, PUT IT BACK ON NOT YOUR FAULT, BUT C’MON DON’T BE SO CRUEL AND SHOW ME I’M THE ONLY VICTIM TO MY FANTASY)

[sulumuns-dootah]

26.12. Mammon - Unwrapping gifts (18+)

    ༺☆༻

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

    ༺☆༻

The room is glowing with the amount of gold it contains. You've gotten used to that, but now the glow is enhanced by the addition of a giant Christmas tree with branches, heavy from all the ornaments, and all the gifts surrounding you and Mammon. They're all for you of course, because what could you possibly give to someone who literally has everything.

Sitting on the fur carpet in front of the fireplace you can't help but feel tiny, especially with the towers of wrapped boxes all around you. You've been unpacking for about an hour and there seems to be no end to all of these things. The king of greed is surely spoiling you. So far you've unpacked things like your favorite makeup, designer clothes and few chocolate boxes. And yet there's still enough surprise and excitement left in you.

It does make you feel slightly bad, though. He's giving you all of this and the only thing you have for him isn't even half exciting as one of the things he's given you. You could say he gets to see your reaction, but even that would get boring after the first few times.

Unpacking another box you find another much wanted thing from your pinterest wishlist board. You squeal with excitement and hold it up to fully take it's existence in.

“Are you okay, treasure? Did I get the wrong one? I can still exchange it for the right one.” Mammon's voice booms at you from the opposite side of the carpet.

“No... No! I love it! It's just that I feel bad I have only very little to give in return.” you set the gift back into its box and move it aside to the rest of unpacked stuff.

“Don't worry about that. The best gift you can give me is the excitement I get to see in your eyes. You look like an adorable little kitten getting a treat.” he laughs and leans back against the base of the armchair behind him. The two of you are sitting on the ground, yet he's still taller than the piece of furniture he's leaning back against.

“Oh... But if I had something for you, would you want it?” you pout a bit, playing with the tie of your satin robe. You were glad you even came up with something you can surprise him with and if he doesn't want it, you'd feel disappointed. It wasn't exactly easy to put on and make it stay on because of the material it's made out of.

“Of course I'd accept any gift from you. I would hate to see you sad.” his golden eyes look at you in a reassuring way. Maybe he can feel your hesitation to give him his gift.

You take a deep breath and decide to close the gap between the two of you, pushing some of the boxes out of the way and settling into his lap. “Open your gift then.”

It takes him a second to understand what you mean, but as soon as he does, quickly undoes your robe only to reveal the bright red ribbon tied into a bow around your tits. Mammon licks his lips and his hands plant themselves on your ass. “Well what a lovely gift. I hope you don't mind if we take a break from unpacking your gifts so I can play with the gift you've given me.”

Mammon's reaction relieves you off all anxiety. He likes his gift and you're so happy to allow him to play with you all he wishes. It also is a relief since you could feel the bow slowly slipping and undoing itself. The idea of it being finally taken off is exciting in both ways.

Before you know it you're laid back on the furry carpet and Mammon's hovering over you. Now you feel even smaller than before. The silky ribbon holding your tits together is torn apart and the greedy demon buries his head between them. His large hands roam your body and slowly move to take off the red thong with a smaller red bow on the front.

With you fully naked, it's Mammon's turn to undress and he does just that, except much faster than you. His abs seem to reflect the glow of the room, if not enhancing it. This was supposed to be his gift, but yet here you are being served a great feast for your eyes.

Your legs are being spread and lifted over his large hands. As he inserts himself into you, the air leaves your lungs. The way he stretches you while hitting all the right spots make you wish you could spend the rest of the night like this.

After a moment of him being still for the sake of your comfort, he starts moving. Slowly, like he has all the time in the world, which you guess he has. He's the king after all. All his affairs can be taken care of by his servants.

You reach out for him, to feel his tensing muscles, and he bends down to you. Hitting now at a different angle and with your legs folded up to your chest. He's steadily picking up speed, but you can tell he's holding back. He's thinking about your well-being, which you're glad for, but you still want to experience his full power.

Still, you're not sure if you'll be able to vocalise what you want, so you grab onto his horn teasingly. Using the movement from his thrusts to guide your hand on the thick base of the curly adornment. Hoping to rile him up enough to fully unleash himself on you.

“You're playing a dangerous game, kitten.” he growls into your ear and emphasises his warning with a few hard thrusts. That means it's working.

Trying to push him further, you start stroking his horn faster as well as your other hand holding onto his bicep digs your nails into the muscle. Another warning growl resounds from Mammon. But when you don't stop your actions even then, you're flipped over on all fours.

Mammon's large hands grasp your ass and moving you back against him to meet his punishingly hard thrusts. You're surprised you still have any strength to hold yourself up and not faceplanting into the white fur underneath you. This worry is however quickly dispersed when Mammon reaches down and pulls your head back by your hair.

“Such a naughty kitten. I suppose I should teach you a lesson, hm?” his words are bringing you closer and closer to the edge and you're not sure if you even want to come this soon. You would happily decline any of the gifts from Mammon just to feel like this every day.

The absence of your answer makes Mammon use his other hand to grip your neck and pull you face up to make eye contact. But upon seeing your eyes rolled back and tongue slightly sticking out, he breathily laughs.

“Oh, what a fucked out slut you are, kitten. I hope you can go like this for the rest of the night, because this is my gift after all.“ his words resound in the spacious living room and you come for the first time that night. First time of many.

    ༺☆༻

But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"Oh? Where will you put all of this new clothes and makeup? In your new closet, of course."

[godlike-enigma]

°•*⁀➷ INTRODUCING MYSELF ! ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

bani ☆ she/her ☆ entp 5w4 ☆ minor (𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 18+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲) // side blog: @ilubeau

HI GUYS !! i post daydreaming-related stuff here but it's also kind of a mix of everything, i'll also post anime related stuff, i'll never really stick to just one thing but what i CAN tell you i'll be sticking to is my centrecosm mostly (my main paracosm, i'm staying loyal to the one i've been building for the past 4 years) it's also a blanket paracosm so there's loads of subcosms inside it but at the end of the day it's linear and takes place chronologically.

i have a few paracosms here and there so that's why i call myself a paracosmist but really and all they'll never compare to my main one. ಠ_ಠ

❤︎ this is a safe place for all madders (ง'̀-'́)ง, i really wanna make friends that are passionate with opening up about their little daydreaming worlds, i'll listen to you yap about it all day long.

PLEASE DO SEND QUESTIONS ABOUT MY PARACOSM(S) OR ABOUT YOURS !! i'll always reply ^-^

MY CENTRECOSM ✧

i have 68 paras (characters). yes. you heard that right. SIXTY EIGHT. i have a whole pinterest board on it and i update it regularly -

https://pin.it/4Yvd42Asm

also yeah i'm a microcelebrity on pinterest idk if you've seen me around but yeah wtvr 😭😭 ALRIGHT LEMME GIVE YOU GUYS A LIL SYNOPSIS ! (i've never done one it's kinda scary)

my paracosm consists of 50 Gods, 7 archdemons, 7 archangels, 2 minor characters including a nymph and Satan's helper, Satan himself, God themself (God doesn't have a gender), and 5 monotheistic Gods, my paracosm has its own lore of different mythologies. greek, norse, and egyptian mythology. fiction has no limits, so i can bend it to fit my desires, i LOOOOOVE mythologies of all kinds, so i made my own lore using the names you see on the pinterest board. all of the Gods have the same power and no ones more powerful than each other except for God and Satan. the Gods are the most beautiful, ethereal, alluring individuals in heaven. Satan made it so that whenever someone who is not a God sees a God's appearance, they physically feel like they can't say anything. this is to prevent any romantic relationships. so whenever, for example, a human who is granted permission sees them, obviously, their initial reaction would be shock and the need to compliment them. right when they're about to do that, they start to feel choked up like they can't get the words out. it'll go on like that until they give up. the gods have noticed that a lot of the time when they show their selves to other people and they start reacting like that.. they start thinking its because they're ugly or something. LMFAOO, they'll be like "damn i'm THAT ugly???" and its so ironic bc they're actually trying to tell them they're more than beautiful, but they CAN'T because of Satan. he has a lot of unreasonable rules, and the Gods just put up with it because they appointed him as the leader whilst God is gone, so they kind of did to themselves... to put it in a nutshell, the Gods have never been complimented. like. ever. so 😭 its only factual that they'd feel like they're the ugliest individual alive. Satan is currently acting as the overseer of the Gods whilst God is away, so he gets to do whatever he wants to. the Gods are the main characters, the archdemons and archangels are side characters, Satan is the antagonist, and God is... mysterious. they don't pop up. ever. so the Gods just assume they don't like them. i can go on and on about this, but i feel like i'm yapping too much ... this isn't even 0000.5% of the story. sorry, guys, this is a really bad summary, but trust me, you'll find out more about it if you follow through with my posts 🙏🏽

tags i'll use (＞﹏＜) :

#𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗱 -> posts that are not daydreaming-related

#𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗶'𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗽 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 -> original posts

#𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 -> vents about madd

#𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗶 -> art i make about my paracosm or anime and stuff

[19calicos]

can you show what everyone's skateboards look like?? please im begging 🙏🏼

anon YES! A MILLION TIMES YES OMG OMG I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT DO THIS YET LMFAO

this will include the skater cat fan club gc & kuroo!

when someone in the gc fucks up their board, they'll buy a plain deck from ace and hand it over to yn so they can practice and go ham with the board. it always turns out super cool, and yn not only paints something dope af on the deck but they'll also customize the grip tape as well, usually by painting on it. they’re not opposed to grip tape cut outs but its tedious work to them

more below! tap on pics to expand bc im lazy as hell. these will cover current boards (let's just say they're all the standard popsicle shape), so there are some nods to small details that i've already written so far. ignore decks that dont look painted lmfao dont think abt any details too hard ok

also none of these images are mine! all of them were gathered from pinterest.

yn's current board! the nose of their old deck got badly chipped after it hit kuroo's head and flew into the corner of some wall, and it wasn't worth it to try fixing it so they bought a basic black deck, yanked the aux cord from suna, and went ham with the board. they were really nervous about if they were going to fuck up the thermal hands or not, but obv it turned out fine. suna wrote the "overthinking will fucking kill you" text on the nose of the new board and ended up totally shredding the posca marker he used for it

suna's board is pretty old in comparison to everyone else's – he snaps the least amount of decks (but to be fair, everyone can only afford cheap ones at this time). red is his favorite color so yn has made sure to incorporate it into all his decks that they get their hands on. they also wrote his name on the grip tape (ignore how it doesnt actually say suna) for funsies since they wanted to practice a new font

wanted a domo board SO bad after he and samu went home for a weekend and helped their dad clean out the garage. he found his and samu's old domo hats and could not stop thinking about a domo board. his board at the time was fine and everything too but once he was back in tokyo he bought a pink board (the brown one looked too much like shit bc he stared at it too hard) and presented the idea to yn ...... obv they said yes. they threw in the poser text on his grip tape for funsies lolol they wanted to try out the thrasher fire font

no grip tape paint for samu bc yn was practicing the spider web grip tape cut out on his board. usually yn paints on grip tape but mattsun was commissioning yn at the time and sent them a vid of some guy doing web grip tape on a board. yn figured it was easy enough but they still wanted to use samu's new deck as a guinea pig. he was fine with it and to make up for possibly messing it up, yn brainstormed something extra cool to paint on his deck. samu is considering displaying this one since this one is extra cool

noya snapped his last deck clean in half from skating on rails lmfao. he and yn watched spirited away the night it happened so that's where the no face on the nose comes from. he goes through the most decks out of everyone bc he's always attempting some crazy ass rail trick. coincidentally he works the most shifts at ace since he's gotta pay for these decks somehow

kuroo has accumulated two boards so far: his first one that yn picked out at ace (shown above) and the one that yn made for him at community day. he's not planning on skating with the second one for preservation reasons. after finding out that yn designs decks though, he asked if they could customize his somehow, so they doodled gir (in disguise) from invader zim, one of kuroo's favorite tv shows as a kid.

bonus!

ukai doesn't skate as often anymore, but sometimes, if he's at ace, he'll join a sesh right after ace closes for the day. yn designed this board for his birthday last year, and he usually keeps it on display in the shop since it's one of yn's best works. it was definitely a process for them to make and took a lot of experimentation, but it paid off and is one of their best performing decks on their socials

[thesorryboys-updates]

I do feel horrible about everything. I specifically have not even mentioned anything around the subject to anyone I know, just because of sheer embarrassment. I, like many others, admired Wilbur and everything he's done and accomplished. I looked up to him, because "hey, if he had so many careers and still succeeded and is happy maybe I can do the same" but now I feel horrible for putting him on a pedestal like that. My family knew how much I loved and looked up to him, and now I just feel... Well, bad. Its not a conversation I want to have with them. Grasping the situation I, like many others, have promptly deleted and archived any Pinterest boards, tumblrs, etc, that associate me with him.

I wanted Wilbur and Lovejoy merch for so long, and I'm SO glad I never got it because WOW would I feel bad if I had to throw out a vinyl or cd or hoodie because of everything. I can't even listen to Lovejoy or see anything remotely related to Wilbur without feeling a crushing sense of guilt. Wilburs videos got me through some tough days, made me chuckle and helped.

Most of all, I hope Shelby is able to recover and have peace. That is the most important thing in this situation, is that Shelby can have her peace.

Anyways, this was all over the place but I'm happy to get it off my chest.

@stupidsootstuff signing off 🩷

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[pbandjesse]

I am not feeling good this evening. I didn't even have a terribly active day. I just feel bad. I am excited to go to sleep. And I hope it makes me feel better. Right now it doesn't feel like anything is going to make me feel better.

I slept alright last night. I woke up at 715. I got dressed. James made me breakfast and gave me lots of hugs. And then we were off.

It was chilly out today. I wore my sweatshirt all day. I did have an outfit under it but no one ever knew that. I was just cozy.

On my way to camp Heather texted to ask if anyone knew where the HDMI cord was. I knew I had one in the art building so as soon as I got to camp I went and got that.

I parked at the office and some people were a little lost that were there for the retreat. So I have some directions and then after dropping off my bags I asked the cord over.

It felt so lovely out. I just want it to be consistently fall. It makes me not feel as bad. Good even!

I dropped off the cord and the woman was very grateful for it. And I just asked her to return it to the office when they were done. No rush.

I went back to the office and no one would be in for a while. So I spent time fixing my new dress. The orange striped on I wore last week. James washed it and for some reason the straps fell apart in the dryer. It took me a while to blanket stitch them up but they seem fine now. Well see how they hold up. I may still go over then with the sewing machine but I'm not to concerned.

While I was working on that Heather got in. And soon Elizabeth and Sarah too. We were scheduled to have a meeting at 10 to go over summer. And after Alexi got in and got settled we would jump into that. Around 1030.

And that was our day. We were in this meeting until 4! We didnt even take a real lunch break. This meeting went so long that my laptop died.

But it was a really productive meeting. We went over so much of this summer. What went well. What didnt. The schedule. The new programs. Then concerns about some of the training aspects and things people were doing or saying. We had a really long conversation about work ethic and how people were saying they weren't paid enough to do stuff. And like we can joke about that but you still have to do your job. It was a really long and through conversation. But the problem really is that we can't solve everything. We can't train for everything. If people just won't do stuff, we can't make them, and so they shouldn't be here. But we also struggle to get enough staff.

And like I don't want to say it but I think that means we need less campers. We are so much bigger than when Heather and Alexi were councilors. And like it sucks. We want all the kids who want to come to be able to come. But maybe we just can't. It's not a pleasant conversation to have at all. But if we can't get the staff, I don't know how we can keep having 300 kids a week.

We took a few minutes to get food but we worked straight through. Taking notes and coming up with ideas. My back was starting to hurt from sitting on the bench. And then my laptop died. I had been trying very hard to remain focused. I was also scrolling looking at food pictures on Pinterest. I made a board for me and James for some meal ideas. And looked at our baby registry a little. But mostly it was just focusing on the meeting best I could.

But I was glad we were done at 4. We decided to save a few things that we knew would be larger conversations. The SSC program and the YLP program specifically. That will be its own meeting.

I was glad to be done. I was glad it was a day where we were very occupied but I was beat. And I wanted a lasagna.

I would let James know that's what I wanted. And would stop at the grocery store to get the pieces for that. I got the oven ready lasagna sheets and cheeses and spinach and sauce. And went home.

James beat me back here. I got stuck behind a bus for a while. But I got right to assembling my lasagna. I was not feeling good. So James would keep an eye on my food in the oven while I laid down.

They brought me the lasagna right before they left for the baseball game. Which apparently has been a pretty terrible game. But I still hope they are having fun with their friend.

I had two servings of lasagna. I put my new calico critter seals in the doll house. I looked at my teddy bear patient for a plan to fix him up. I don't have the right color embroidery thread for their eyes so I'll have to figure that out. Probably tomorrow.

I would also put away some stuff in the guest room. And start looking at my insane number if sweaters to think about organizing and getting rid of. Which is incredibly hard. And once I got them out I got overwhelmed and stopped.

Instead I moved some stuff to the baby room. Put stuff away in our bedroom. And took a shower.

And now I'm in bed. I had a horrible headache and a tummy ache. And I hope James comes home soon. I am just so tired and I feel so uncomfortable. I really hope that I can just sleep this off and be okay.

I hope you all have a good night. I love you all very much. Sleep well. Until tomorrow!

[duckiehq]

「  lana  condor  .  24  .  non - binary  .  she / they  」 hey  ,  look  !  its  daphne  “ duckie ”  pham  rocking  up  with  their  camp  uniform  on  .  it's  their  third  year  working  at  cooper  creek  so  it's  like  they've  never  been  away  .  they're  pretty  popular  with  the  kids  due  to  their  +  whimsical  and  +  adventurous  nature  .  but  it's  a  tough  crowd  and  they  can't  please  everyone  ,  especially  those  that  say  they're  -  irresponsible  and  -  scatterbrained  .  they  also  remind  everyone  of  uncontrollable  laughter  in  the  summer  sun ,  smiles  that  start  small  and  reach  a  thousand  watts ,  &  always  finding  a  silver  lining  .  what's  their  favorite  activity  to  lead  at  camp  ,  you  ask  ?  oh  ,  definitely  paddle - boarding  .  well  ,  let's  hope  they  can  survive  the  summer  .  it  can  be  brutal  out  there  !

hi-diddly-ho, neighborinos! your friendly neighborhood maeby (27, they/she, mst) coming in hot and so stoked to be here ♡ i’m bringing my teeny-tiniest, sunshine-iest lil pea, duckie! so without further ado…

given name: daphne elaine pham preferred name: duckie - given as a child, an offshoot of “daffy duck” other nicknames: duck, goose, daph, pham birthday: august 8th, 1998 (24 years old) zodiac: leo sun, aquarius moon, sagittarius rising identity: pansexual, panromantic non-binary person hometown: newcastle, nsw, australia hobbies: surfing, skateboarding, rock climbing, amateur filmmaking, acoustic guitar, matchmaking/meddling, dance dance revolution, creating the ultimate nachos favorites: pizza with pineapple, pasta with white sauce, chocolate lava cakes, clueless (1995), romy and michele’s high school reunion (1997), josie and the pussycats (2001), psychedelic indie folk pop, richard linklater character inspo: jack dawson (titanic), ferris bueller (ferris bueller’s day off), dani rojas (ted lasso), darcy olsson (heartstopper), jj maybank (outer banks), ilana wexler (broad city), bubbles (powerpuff girls) pinterest: click here! playlist: click here!

BIOGRAPHY

the ballad of duckie pham starts with a chance, however impulsive and hopeful, given to two people; two polar opposites. a surfer, just starting to rise through international ranks, and an honors interior design major home for summer break. a chance meeting at a diner when he happened to be in town for a competition. was it impulsive for them to stay out all night, talking to each other when they were complete strangers? definitely. did they care? not at all. duckie’s older brother was born nine months and some change later and though her parents weren’t actually married until a few years ago, that hopeless romanticism became a constant theme in duckie’s life.

as she grew older, while all of her friends spent their time in the middle of crazy schemes to try to get boyfriends and girlfriends (often that she came up with), duckie was learning how to kickflip, running around filming everything around her, teaching herself how to play bad covers on her dad’s old acoustic guitar, and surfing newcastle’s impeccable waves any chance she got. by far the closest to her heart, surfing took up the majority of her attention and love. until her dad retired from competition and opened his own surf shop with duckie’s uncle, duckie spent every summer chasing the greatest waves in the world with him as he made a name for himself. even when she was thousands of miles from home, she learned how to make friends everywhere they went. anywhere could feel like home.

when her father did retire, they went back to living in newcastle year-round and duckie’s adventures around the globe suddenly stopped. she was sixteen, freshly blossomed in the ocean surf, and ready to fall in love with her hometown again. what she hadn’t expected was for her to fall in love. she had her heart broken three times by the time she finished school and left home, but that never stopped her from falling again. every summer in newcastle, duckie was determined to have more adventures and make more memories than the last. these hometown summers had summers in portugal and brazil and south africa to compete with, after all. but somehow, they managed to. every single year.

despite everything, when she was twenty, duckie started to feel stagnant; complacent; bored. it seemed newcastle wasn’t enough for her uncontrollable wanderlust anymore. deeply in love with one of her best friends, duckie followed her heart and followed them to los angeles. without any real job experience or great ideas, she went back to what she did best and started entering in local surf competitions; getting her name out there, just like her pops had. the next couple of years were less of a whirlwind and more of a tornado. confessions and love and breakups and parties, parties, parties. the year she would start at camp, it all became a little too much for duckie and when she needed to get away, camp answered her call. one half-serious offer from a friend to join them at camp, and duckie was jetting off to florida to test her skills as a counsellor at cooper creek.

camp was everything she loved about the summers around the world with her dad and the legendary summers in her hometown all rolled into one. everything about camp suited duckie. when she’s there, the rest of the world melts away. all her usual stresses are replaced with cackling laughter, childish pranks, and pure possibility. after all, anything can happen at camp. for as much chaos as she causes there, camp centers and grounds her for the rest of the year when she’s back to surfing, traveling endlessly, and helping out her dad and uncle with their surf shop in newcastle (her home base once again) every chance she gets. newcastle is her her hometown and very soul, so cooper creek must really be something special to compete with it in duckie’s heart like it does.

when this summer rolled around, she was already itching to get out of newcastle and get back to florida. back to summer crushes, acting like an idiot, and showing everyone what duckie pham is made of.

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[oh-munda-kukkad-kamaal-da]

Hey*not here to hate you* .. okay, agreed its a joke and now calm down. Here, have a hug. I like Taylor's music and she is a good person I guess... And it made me so happy when i saw that you send in flowers/good morning messages/asks to your cute lil moots. It was your "funny" opinion and i guess you are one of those okay to being rude and veryy straight-forward.. and btw your music taste isn't even bad, i like a few of the songs you have under Spotify tag. You are cute. Stay hydrated, Vighnesh.*hugs you again AJSKAJAKAJAK*💙

Idc anon. I'll say again, bigger. I've done the best i can to make people happy for the past months. I've had sleepless nights coz someone wanted to rant. I've skipped studying for boards coz someone was anxious and talking about hurting themselves. I wake up every morning and the first thing i check is if it isnt 12 already, go to pinterest download a flower picture and send it to 20 people. For what? It doesn't even give me anything. I just wanted to make people happy with the little love i have coz i never feel loved. No one's there for me when i cry. No one's there for me when i stare at the knife thinking to cut my veins. I just wanted to be that person to others. Ik how it feels when you have no one. Ik how it feels to love an artist. I've spent 2 literal years locked in my home, with people who fed me hate all day, and i had no irl or offline friends. Do yk how that feels? Do yk how it feels to talk to someone after 2 years? Its so weird. I spent 2 years just listening to K391. And you think idk what it is to love an artist. I remember the day when i first listened to K391. It was something in August 2019, i had planned that day to die. I was waiting for my mom to sleep so that i can silently go in the next room and hang myself. That's when i listened to K391. He gave me a dream, he gave me a new life. I promised myself that i would never harm myself and be like him someday. Idk how much you love TS, but my love for K391 will always be more than that. He's the reason I'm breathing, he's the reason I'm alive. Everyday i want to die, and everyday he reminds me that i promised to be like him. But idc if someone talks shit about him. Why does it even matter? K391 for you isnt what he is for me. I dont hate TS, and i dont think she's ugly. I find her really cute tbh. But sorry I'm immature. I didn't know people can get so offended if i say something like that. Coz tbh, people expect others to react how they themselves would have reacted. And i never would have been offended over someone calling K391 ugly, or shit. I probably would have added a lol in that post and scrolled ahead. But I'm sorry, i expected too much of people. You literally judged my character, my personality. You judged everything I've ever done for my so-called friends. You judged me that i would hate my friends coz they're ugly. I mean ofc. For my entire fucking life I've tried to find people who care about me, but i would hate them only because they're ugly. I feel betrayed. Ik I'm wrong. But what's worse is, that everyone made me feel like a pariah, an outcast. This is the only place i called home, and it is a ruin for me now. Because I tried giving every amount of love for people, but they judge me coz i called their favourite artist ugly👍

[lovenotesxcitygirls]

Why Marriage Isn’t a Goal (At Least, Not Mine)

Why Marriage Isn’t the Goal (At Least Not for Me)

Here’s the deal: If you’re a woman, someone, somewhere, is always waving the idea of marriage in your face like it’s the golden ticket to happiness. “If you don’t act right, you’ll end up alone,” they say, as if being single is a fate worse than death. Like marriage is this shiny carrot dangling over our heads, meant to keep us obedient, quiet, and desperate. But here’s the thing—what happens after the carrot? You get married, and then what?

The truth is, marriage isn’t the one-size-fits-all life goal it’s made out to be. For many, it’s not the key to happiness or fulfillment—and that’s okay.

It’s time to rethink how we view marriage.

The Reality Behind the Ring

Let’s keep it real—33% of marriages end in divorce, and that’s not even counting the folks staying in relationships that feel more like obligation than love. For some, marriage becomes a heavy weight, filled with unmet expectations and uneven emotional labor. Research shows women are more likely to file for divorce, often because they’re tired of partnerships that demand everything from them and offer little in return.

The issue isn’t marriage itself—it’s the societal pressure to treat it as the ultimate goal. The wedding ring? It’s supposed to symbolize love and mutual respect, but too often, it’s treated like a trophy for playing by society’s rules. Without effort and respect, it’s just a piece of jewelry.

The Married Men Chronicles

Let’s talk about this unspoken truth: some of the most “single” men you’ll ever meet are married men. The flirty coworker, the guy in your DMs, the one spinning tales about how “different” you are—only for you to find out he’s got a wife and three kids at home. Sir, please.

I’ve been there. Like the man who swore he was divorced (he wasn’t) or the guy whose “spontaneity” turned out to be squeezing me into his already packed family schedule. Bonus round: running into him with his wife and still catching him trying to shoot his shot. Embarrassing—for him, not me.

These experiences taught me one thing: marriage doesn’t always mean what we think it does. For some, it’s a contract of convenience with promises no one plans to keep. The truth is, a wedding ring isn’t a shield against bad behavior—it’s just a shiny circle of metal.

Marriage Pressures Aren’t Just for Women (Thanks, Candi Staton)

While women often bear the brunt of societal pressure to marry, men aren’t off the hook either. They’re told they need to “settle down” to be seen as responsible or successful, often tying their worth to financial provision. These pressures harm everyone by forcing us into roles that might not align with who we are.

This is where Young Hearts Run Free by Candi Staton becomes the ultimate anthem. Staton, inspired by her own toxic marriage, turned her heartbreak into a declaration of independence: "Young hearts, to yourself be true / Don’t be no fool when love really don’t love you."

The song didn’t just resonate with women trapped in bad relationships. It became a hit in gay clubs, where its message of breaking free from societal norms struck a chord with LGBTQ+ communities often told their love wasn’t valid. Staton’s anthem was a disco-fueled rejection of conformity and an ode to living authentically, no matter what the world expects of you.

Her message is still relevant today. Too many people stay in relationships that don’t serve them because society frames marriage as the ultimate validation. But let’s be clear: leaving a situation that doesn’t honor your worth isn’t failure—it’s strength. As Staton’s lyrics remind us, life is too short to be tied to a love that doesn’t love you back.

The Wedding Obsession

Let’s be honest: some people don’t want a marriage—they want a wedding. The Pinterest boards, the designer dress, the viral Instagram post. But what happens when the guests leave, and you’re left with the reality of sharing a life with someone, bad habits and all?

Here’s the thing: a wedding is one day. A marriage, if done right, is a lifetime commitment that requires effort, patience, and communication. Chasing the fantasy of a perfect day without thinking about the long haul is like training for a marathon by shopping for sneakers instead of running. It’s setting yourself up for disappointment.

Society glorifies weddings as the ultimate celebration of success, but it rarely talks about the work it takes to build a thriving marriage—or the fact that meaningful relationships don’t always require rings and vows. Let’s normalize the idea that weddings are optional, and relationships come in many forms.

Marriage for the Wrong Reasons

Too often, people marry for reasons that have nothing to do with love or compatibility. Some feel societal pressure to follow a timeline. Others stay in toxic relationships, hoping a ring will magically fix what’s broken. Spoiler alert: it won’t.

Some endure public humiliation, private heartbreak, and years of betrayal just to walk down the aisle. Y’all are stronger than me—I’d be curating a revenge playlist instead of planning a wedding. But here’s the truth: a wedding ring doesn’t fix cracks in a foundation. Without trust, respect, and love, it’s just a band.

Marriage Can Be Empowering—for the Right Reasons

Let’s be clear: for many, marriage is a beautiful, empowering choice. It can be a celebration of love, culture, or faith—a meaningful milestone when chosen freely. The issue isn’t marriage itself but the way society frames it as a universal goal. Not everyone needs to—or wants to—walk that path, and that’s okay.

Connection > Completion

Society loves to tell women they’re incomplete without a spouse, but that’s a lie. The real flex is building relationships—romantic or otherwise—that nurture safety, growth, and joy. Marriage should be a byproduct of love and connection, not a checkbox on your “perfect life” bingo card.

What Marriage Should Be: Partnership, Not Perfection

At its best, marriage is a partnership built on mutual respect, trust, and accountability. But it’s not the finish line or a trophy. It’s a starting point for ongoing growth and effort.

Let’s shift the narrative. Let’s celebrate relationships that uplift us, whether or not they come with rings, ceremonies, or legal paperwork.

The Practical Side of Marriage

Marriage does come with perks—shared healthcare, tax breaks, and spousal rights during emergencies. But these benefits shouldn’t be the sole motivation to marry. For many, lack of access to these rights as single or nontraditional individuals reinforces the societal pressure to tie the knot.

It’s worth asking why these rights aren’t available outside of marriage and advocating for systems that don’t make partnership a requirement for basic support.

A Life Beyond the Carrot

Here’s the truth: marriage isn’t the only path to a fulfilling life. Whether your journey involves travel, career, friendships, or quiet independence, all paths are valid. We are whole as we are.

For me, the goal isn’t marriage—it’s building a life where I feel at home. If that includes a partner, great. If not, I’m still thriving.

Because happiness doesn’t come from a ring; it comes from living authentically and on your own terms.

And if you ever need a reminder, take it from Candi Staton: "Run free—don’t be no fool."

The real prize isn’t the carrot—it’s the freedom to choose your own path.

“Marriage and Divorce”. CDC, www.cdc,gov/nvhs/fastats/marriage-divorce.htm, 2022.

[dxnbiixx]

☆ —— welcome to infinite entertainment! it's MOON DANBI, who is the BASSIST of TIDAL. i’ve heard whispers that the 24 year old is pretty FREE-SPIRITED but lowkey FANICFUL. also, doesn’t she remind you of YOO JIMIN (KARINA)? 

Hello amigos! Its ya girl Emma (seungho, eden & jooha mun) here once again delivering my sweet baby, Danbi. I’ve missed her and wanted to bring this girlie back for a while so please show her some love. I’ve made a little pinterest board for her HERE in case yall want a closer look at what she’s like. If you’d like to plot please like this and I will come to you!

Here’s some stuff to know about Danbi

Unplanned and unwanted, Danbi is the result of unprotected sex. Her mother was just 19 when she found out she was pregnant with not just one child but two. 

When her mother ran away from her responsibilities, Danbi’s grandparents took her in and raised her as their own. She always did wonder about the absence of her parents, but she never felt like she was missing anything. She was showered with love and thats all she could really ask for.

Her grandparents used to sing and hum while doing home chores. It’s where Danbi developed a love for music. And when she was old enough her grandfather taught her to play the guitar. They used to have little talent shows at home. Danbi would sing and play the guitar that was practically twice her size while grandpa played the drums. She had discovered she loved to perform. 

She started exploring with other instruments and found that they were fun, but after finding the bass she found that nothing else compared to it.

Danbi was 14 when she joined her company as a trainee and only 17 when she debuted. However it didnt happen like she always expected. There’d been rumors floating around that her company was planning to debut a girl group sometime soon and Danbi was hopeful she’d get a spot. However word got spread that Danbi also played a myriad of instruments. And just like that she was plucked out of her comfy spot amongst the other trainees and thrown into TIDAL. 

TW: Cyber Bullying. However debut wasn’t anything like she had hoped for. She wasn’t well received at all. The public can be nasty and constant hate comments at such a young age were hurtful and took a toll on her. Everything she did was under constant scrutiny. If her skirt was too short or she wore too much make up she was a whore. If she covered up she was a prude. If she looked at another male idol too long she was a pick me girl. She could never win. 

It wasn’t until she finally understood that she couldn’t please everyone that she finally stopped caring. It allowed her to be her true self and express herself to the fullest without fear of judgement. 

She’s been away filming a new drama. Stoopid infinite messed up her schedule. But she’s happy to be back and get to catch up with friends and fans. 

Fun facts!!

Danbi has a fraternal twin brother who never lets her forget shes three minutes younger

Has an immense love of fashion. Her closet cant fit all her clothes but she cant stop buying. Someone take away her credit card.

She does not handle pain well and knowing that she still got nipple piercings for her 21st birthday. She cried the entire time. 

Learned spanish by watching novelas on her downtime. 

Scott Pilgrim is def the reason she picked up the bass guitar. 

Has a yellow bike with daisy prints and a white basket in the front and she takes it for late night rides.

smol but mighty!!

possible plots??

danbi has dabbled in acting and you muse was her costar. maybe they got along. maybe they didnt. maybe the onscreen romance started becoming too real. we can discuss!

your muse took danbi under their wing. she looks up to them. idolizes them. they can do no wrong in her eyes. 

exes. good/bad. lettuce discuss!

danbi and your muse were trainees together. inseparable. but after debut they lost touch and it was inevitable that they changed over the years. trying to rekindle a friendship is hard 

danbi and you muse have never interacted. the only time they’ve come across each other is when they pass each other in the halls of the company and now backstage of the tour. however fans are busy making conspiracy videos that these two are dating from the one time they made eye contact at an award show. (ex. those taehyung and tzuyu secretly dating evidence vids) now they’re partnered up to work on a stage for the tour and things are awkward.

[eurovision-revisited]

Eurovision 2005 - Number 55 - Ksenija - "In the Heat of the Night"

This is Ksenija Jakunina. I know no more about her other than someone with her name has an extensive Pinterest board filled with lifestyle shoots, modelling photos and pictures of her new-born child. She speaks Russian and probably has Russian ethnicity. Apart from that - nothing. Even finding out this much has been a long research battle against the mononym.

In 2005 she recorded her one and only song (that I've discovered) and entered it into Eirodziesma. It's by a pair of Swedes - Tommy Kaså and Kent Wennman who were associated with a band called Orange, but who also had long histories in the Swedish music industry going way back into the 1980s. Tommy has written for other Melfest entries in that past, including Ingen annan än du by Anna Nederdal in Melodifestivalen 1992

The other writer is Latvia, Uģis Tirzītis. He's a guitarist in bet bet, a reasonably famous Latvia pop group since the late 1990s.

The song is in English and is pure pop. In the Heat of the Night is fuelled by a chugging rhythm guitarist with some pedals, a synth or two and Ksenija's wobbly English. Together they produce something windswept and dramatic, befitting a decade or two prior to 2005. This is a song from the era when everything had a music video - it's song that, weirdly, you can see. You just know what this would look like on film. Maybe that's just me saying it's somewhat generic - but as well as its competent professionalism, it's got more than enough drama to set your heart racing, and hooks pointy enough to make you want to sing along.

Those hooks and that drama were enough to propel Ksenija through the semi-finals, through the final and into the super-final of Eirodziesma 2005. In that super-final she finished a clear third of the three remaining songs from the whole national final. For someone with no track record nor recognisability that's not bad.

I'm not sure how well this song is remembered in Latvia - if at all. There's very little about it that I can find in any Latvian or Russian sources I've searched. The only place I've found any definitive record of it, is an old site listing guitar tabs and lyrics for popular songs. Ksenija seems to have disappeared into a world of modelling while the song-writers went back to the bands and writing.

Exactly what made any of them undertake this little diversion into the wide world of Eurovision I don't know, but none of them seem to have been keen or able to cash in on the success of the song. For now, it's legacy will have to be that it's number 55 in my top 64 for 2005

[fishylipsblubblub]

Lalo Salamanca relationship HCs <333

a/n

i was just thinking that there aren’t enough Lalo head canons so this is my jab at writing some of my own :)

- first of all, Lalo is a massive gift-giver

- like fully expect him to surprise you with something stupid expensive that you’d almost feel bad excepting

- his gifts are always thoughtful though, and he would never buy something for you without being sure it would be something you’d love

- i know this man has a whole ass pinterest board with ideas for gift for you

- his favourite part is just watching your face light up when he gives you something he knows you’ll love

- he is also really into physical touch

- whether it be him just putting his hand on the small of your back while you walk or cupping your chin

- he doesnt go over board in public, but in private-

- essentially he never takes his hands off you in private

- he always wants to remind you he’s there

- Lalo understands that his lifestyle can be dangerous and he never wants you to feel frightened by him

- thats why he seems obsessed with the little details, its because he want you to be as happy with him as possible

- he is sort of old school and wants to do everything right, so he literally tries to woo you

- definitely would show up on your doorstep with a bouquet of roses for you

- more than anything, he wants you to be happy

- dont forget, though, he is extremely protective

- to the point where he would quite literally kill for you

- if he felt like you were threatened, he would go crazy, doing everything he can to protect you

- also, he would do anything to make things go well for you

- say maybe you got a bad grade on a paper, but you were doing great on everything else in that class and you were worried it would affect your final grade

- Lalo would deadasss show up to your professors house

- remember the scene when he was interrogating jimmy about what happened in the desert?

- yeah. he would scare the absolute shit out of them all the while with a huge smile on his face.

- maybe throw in some information about them that there’s no way he could have known

- “oh, and hows your daughter, Chloe? honour roll, wow. you and Cheryl must be so proud, and with Jacob getting an A on his STEM fair project.”

- of course he has people watching their every move lmfao

- “be careful, do the right thing.” he would say finally, his face completely void of emotion.

- your teacher would be scared shitless, needless to say.

- when your teacher approached you after class and told you he made a mistake, you would be over the moon

- “i knew you would do it, cariño,” he’d say, ruffling your hair

- but it was him all along.

- you’d probably never find out, but thats the way he wants it to be

- he loves you more then anything, so dont ever take him for granted.