#might go 2morrow... why not

[mihai-florescu]

Oh epic

[eldenphil]

everything in the name of science. etc

[mirrorballdazai]

Final predictions for st!!

Who's death are u most sure of?

+ BYLER TOMORROW FOR SURE AMIRITE? WE MUST STAY POSITIVE (even if we're clowns 2morrow) NOW ITS THE BEST PART OF THE WAIT! THIS, THE EMOTIONS THE UNCERTAINTY I LOV IT ALLLLL

i bet all my money on eddie’s death. there’s NO WAY he survives, same for enzo and maybe murray. also i think they will deathbait with eleven at the very end and made her reunion with hopper happen in s5.

also i have a bad bad feeling for the whole cali gang. either will or mike will get vecna’d (im 100% sure) and i think they might make it boring if they repeat the whole thing happened with max completely, so maybe they’ll kill mike? or will gets possessed again but doesn’t die or escape the curse and stays.. stuck ? i don’t know but it definitely won’t end well, at least for this season.

AND I DONT THINK MAX OR ROBIN ARE GOING TO DIE! why would they spend half of the season trying to save max just to let her die at the end ??? she will play a big role but nope she’s not dying. i just know it. same for robin, she’s relatively a new character who we just started to really get to know, it would be lazy writing to kill her off know.

+ YESS I’M A DELUSIONAL BYLER UNTIL THE VERY END ! i dont even care if they’re endgame anymore if they’re going to queerbait i’ll just cry a lot and write fix it fics trying to gaslight myself into thinking they’re canon like everyone should do tbh.

[isitgintimeyet]

Just a Friend

So I finally started to write another story...

I will try and post weekly, but can’t promise on account of real life and my inability to actually focus on translating what’s in my head onto paper (or screen!)

Getting the courage to post never gets any easier, but here goes. I hope you enjoy this frothy bit of fun. I will also post on AO3.

Thanks to @wickedgoodbooks for being an excellent beta.

Chapter 1: From Airport to Aggravation

Bank holiday crowds, on the whole, are hell.

And this one is rapidly turning into an even deeper level of purgatory. The hottest May for years in Scotland and I’m stuck at Glasgow airport with a dozen women, collectively known as ‘Geillis’s Hen Party Posse’, each displaying varying degrees of inebriation, hangover or general sleep deprivation, and all aiming for the luggage carousel showing the flight from Barcelona. Which apparently is where several hundred other disembarked passengers are also heading.

Eventually, I manage to get a view of the bags and cases slowly making their way around the belt. They’re pretty picked over by this time, apart from the couple of boxes covered in gaffer tape that always seem to be first off a plane—any plane—and last to be collected. They’re always there, on every flight. Why is that?

I pause from my musings to wave frantically at Geillis, who now has a trolley and is clearing a path straight towards me.

“I got us a trolley.” she informs me, stating the obvious. “I thought it’d be easier. Have ye seen ours yet, Claire? I canna see the others. They must have already gone through.”

“No,” I answer, keeping my eyes firmly on the little hatch, willing our bags to appear. All I want is to go home, put my sleep mask on and try and get some sleep. Three days in Barcelona celebrating Geillis’s forthcoming nuptials have worn me out, and, I glance at my watch, I am due in theatre in approximately seventeen hours time.

"It's there, it's there," Geillis points excitedly at the neon pink and green leopard print bag making its way towards us.

She makes a grab for it as I continue to look for my bag. Predictably, it’s one of the last ones on the carousel. I recognise it immediately from the piece of red gift ribbon tied to the handle of the plain black Samsonite. I load it onto the trolley and Geillis and I head through customs to join the rest of the posse.

We say our goodbyes loudly, with much hugging and kisses. A stranger viewing this scene might imagine we won’t be seeing each other again for weeks or even months. In truth, I’ll be seeing most of them in the next week or so at the hospital as our schedules coincide.

“Shall we two get a taxi, then?” Geillis asks me.

I start to answer as my mobile pings — a text from Frank...very nice, very caring, very predictable.

Darling, it’s been a long three days without you. I am ready to collect you from the airport if you would like. If not, might I see you later this evening? xxx

And that is very clearly Frank. Correct grammar and punctuation, even on his texts. I shake my head as if to drive away my inner bitch and pretend I haven’t read it. I will respond, of course, just later when I’m back at home.

So, I smile at Geillis and agree. “Of course, we can go halves.”

***********

As I walk into my flat, the peace and quiet and sheer bloody calm wraps itself around me like a swaddling cloth. It’s blissfully cool too, with all the shutters closed.

It’s not that I didn’t have a good time in Barcelona. It was actually great. But being in the company of others twenty four hours a day is wearing, much as I love them. And we all had to do everything together. No sneaking off for a solitary walk, or escaping to bed for a little siesta.

I deposit my suitcase by the bedroom door, slip off my converse, pour myself a glass of orange juice, settle down on the sofa and figure out how best to tell Frank not tonight without offending him.

Frank, Sorry but tonight isn’t —

I delete and try again.

Thanks for the offer to pick me up. I was already in the taxi when I got it. Can we give tonight a miss? Theatre in the morning and I’m knackered totally exhausted. You know what Geillis is like. Speak tomorrow, I promise. C

Frank knows what Geillis is like. Frank thinks Geillis is a bad influence on me, with her larger than life personality and wild ideas. I think Frank doesn’t really know me at all if he believes I can be influenced like that. I hang out with Geillis and my friends because they’re fun and we laugh… a lot.

Without realising, I feel my shoulder muscles relax as soon as I’ve sent the message. These are not good signs for my relationship with Frank. He’s investing far more into ‘us’ than I am willing to do. But as long as I’m honest with him…

There are advantages to being with Frank, of course. He’s punctual, very organised and a proficient and considerate lover. He always makes sure I come, even if I sometimes...er… exaggerate my reactions to hurry things along. So much for honesty, then.

I finish my orange juice and plan my evening. Four things to do - unpack, grab some food, shower and sleep. Not even going to wash my hair. That would really be too much effort, struggling with my untameable mane, and it’s going to be stuck under a surgical cap for most of tomorrow anyway.

It takes a bit of effort to actually move from the sofa. I could quite happily fall asleep there. But then I’d wake up in the middle of the night—starving hungry and still smelling of sweaty airports. Reluctantly, I haul myself into a vertical position and head for my bedroom picking up my suitcase en route.

Opening the suitcase, I am not greeted with the expected haphazard mass of sun dresses, t shirts and shorts—all with the evocative aroma of Hawaiian Tropic—but a layer of white dress shirts, immaculately folded and the faint scent of a musky cologne.

Shit, shit, shit!! Some else has walked off with my black samsonite with the red ribbon on the handle. My evening plans are rapidly going awry. I delve into my handbag praying that I kept my boarding pass with the sticky bar code luggage receipt. The relief when I find it lurking in the bottom of my bag is immense. Quickly I google the airline lost baggage number and dial.

After a few bars of some god awful plinky plinky hold music, I hear a recorded message. “Your call is important to us, please hold. Your call is important to us, please hold.”

Good to know, then back to the plinky plinky before another message. “The office you are trying to reach is now closed. Please try again during office hours nine am to five thirty. Thank you.”

“If my call is so important to you, why is no one there at six o’clock?” I yell down the phone, but the plinky plinky ignores me and continues its irritating melody.

I sigh. I don’t want to have to wait until tomorrow morning to sort this out. Besides, by nine am tomorrow morning, I will be somewhat unavailable - reshaping the hip bone of a seven year old boy. So, I have no alternative. I will have to have a bit of a dig around this stranger’s suitcase, looking for any clue or contact details.

As I start to have a feel around, it occurs to me that some stranger might, at this very moment, be doing exactly the same thing — having a poke around my suitcase in the hope of finding my details. No doubt judging me based on my choice of holiday attire.  And, I suddenly realise, his judgement may well be coloured by the discovery of some items of a more adult nature.

I say ‘he’, based on the XL white shirts, the pair of battered jeans and faded Scotland rugby shirt, but I could be wrong. I don’t have to dig any further into the case as I spy, in a mesh pocket, a neat rectangle of card with a name — James Fraser — a mobile number and an email address.

Relief sweeps over me. Perhaps we can get this all sorted tonight. Unless this James Fraser lives miles away and was just passing through Glasgow on his way to, say, the Outer Hebrides. That could be a whole other level of problem.

I quickly reach for my phone. Another message from Frank awaits.

Are you sure, darling? I’m looking forward to seeing you. Would tomorrow evening work for you?

I ignore it for the moment. Let me sort my luggage issue out first.

I dial the number on the card and begin to pace around my bedroom as it rings and rings. I am just about to give up when, thankfully, it’s answered.

“Hello?” A female voice asks warily.

I clear my throat and put on my most pleasant phone voice. “Is there a James Fraser there please?”

“Ye’ve the wrong number.”

“Oh, sorry, I must have mis—“ I begin, but find myself apologising to dead air.

I try again, carefully comparing each digit to those written, very neatly, on the card.

“Hello?” The same female voice answers, more than a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“I’m sorry, but this is the number I have for James Fra—“

“And I already told ye, ye’ve the wrong number. Dinna bother again.”

In the days before mobiles, I’m sure this would have been accompanied by a deafening crash as the receiver hit the cradle. Pressing a soft key doesn’t have the same dramatic effect. But I get the message anyway.

So, new plan needed. All I can do is email this James Fraser and hope he actually has written down the correct email address. If not, I’ll have to sort it out with the airline tomorrow afternoon.

My stomach rumbles and I suddenly realise that I’ve not eaten since breakfast, unless you count the slices of fruit in my jug of sangria. I wander into the kitchen and peruse the contents of my cupboards and fridge. I’m not the most gifted cook, but I’m not too bad and can usually rustle up something edible and fairly tasty. The bread feels a bit on the dry side but will be fine toasted, and I know I have eggs.

I put a knob of butter in a pan and text Frank while I’m waiting for it to sizzle.

Think tomoz will be ok. Talk 2morrow. C

I don’t normally use text speak at all,  but something about Frank’s perfectly formed text messages always makes me want to rebel. I can imagine him wincing right now.  He’s a professor at the university and is forever complaining about the standard of literacy amongst his undergraduates. If he thinks he has problems, he should try dealing with junior doctors.

With my scrambled egg on toast all eaten, I focus my attention on the email to James Fraser. I write it quickly, brief and to the point: I have your suitcase and therefore presume you have mine, can we meet to swap them over and here’s my phone number.

The longing for a shower and then bed is now overwhelming. I strip off and bundle all my clothes into the laundry basket, tie my hair up with a scrunchie and step into my shower. This is undoubtedly one of my favourite places on earth and possibly the reason that I bought this flat. Large enough for two, I suppose. Although none have yet been invited to partake in this heavenly experience. Maybe I’m saving that for someone extra special. It has a huge overhead rainfall shower head and a handheld shower head too.

My indulgences are all in here — a selection of expensive shower gels, scrubs and lotions and an assortment of huge fluffy bath towels. I choose a lavender scented gel and scrub all traces of the day from my skin.

Wrapping myself  in one of my pristine white towels, I slather shea butter lotion on my slightly sun-burnt skin, noticing the uneven red patches where the sun cream hadn’t quite reached but at least it’s not sore.

A quick check of my emails shows there’s no word from James Fraser as yet, so I decide to just settle down to sleep and leave luggage worries until the morning. Fortunately, I had changed the sheets before my weekend away, so I simply unwrap my towel, leaving it in a heap on the floor and slide into bed. The feeling of the cool, crisp bedding against my skin is wonderful. I assume a sort of diagonal starfish position, not having to worry about any other occupants. It crosses my mind whether to reach for the tiny vibrator in my bedside drawer, but I’m too comfortable and drowsy for that, so instead I check my alarm and settle down for sleep.

[absurdthirst]

So, something weird just happened? Im a 32 y old virgin - not complaining - and i think I'm not bad looking. Today an older colleague chatted me up online and told me he admires my work. he's quite reserved normally and I never knew if he liked me or not. Anyway, he is very drunk rn - and asked me to f*ck. I know he has problems, is drunk and I'm not offended - even a bit of a confidence boost? He will be quite ashamed tomorrow. He's sweet really - just a bad night - how to best handle 2morrow?

So I had a co-worker who would get drunk and hit me up on Facebook Messenger with some of the filthy things he wanted to do. Or call and tell me. Never bothered me, because I knew that he would sheepishly apologize when he was sober and ask why isn’t my husband beating his ass. (Husband was sitting next to me reading the messages and rolling his eyes “Kevin’s drunk as fuck again”) never bothered me and I would just laugh it off.

If you are not bothered by the incident, when he apologizes, just tell him that. Tell him something along the lines of “alcohol makes us do some out of the box things.” Or something like that. Continue to treat him the same and it will be moved on from. Or he might say that he does like you? (Men are strange creatures in how they decide to go for things/don’t even ask me how me and my husband got together 😳)

If he continues to do things like that and it starts to make you uncomfortable, tell him that you would appreciate him keeping those comments to himself

[petri808]

Hiding in Plain Sight

Art by @lucykirklandart @lucykirkland check it out! 💜 story Beta’d by @cashieeetime written as a reflection piece of the artwork for the @ftguildevents Fairy Tail Reverse Big Bang  -2k words

“Yeah sure,” Lucy taps out the text message on her phone, her manicured nails clicking away on the glass surface. “see ya at school 2morrow.”

She was groomed and cultivated from birth to appear perfect in every way. As the only child of prominent parents, she never dared to appear less than refined and above all obedient. She might’ve had a more peaceful existence if her mother had lived, but the woman died of cancer by the time she’d turned four-years-old. Left with a father more interested with their status in the community than for his daughter’s wellbeing.

Needless to say, it was a miserable existence for the young woman.

By the time she had entered high school Lucy was sickeningly proficient in making sure no one saw her true emotions. She was well educated and maintained honor roll level grades. Her beauty and poise attracted both awe and jealousy from those around her, despite never doing anything to attract too much attention. In public, Lucy fixed a smile on her face and always appeared to be sweet, caring, and helpful.

This attracted a slew of friends to her side. The young teen gravitated to a select group but was considered to be well-liked amongst the many student cliques around school. Anyone looking in would assume Lucy had the perfect life. It was an image Lucy maintained out of fear that someone would discover the darker tendrils of pain lurking just below her porcelain veneer.

It was like wearing a mask anytime someone else was around.

No one knew how deeply her mother’s death tore into her psyche because her father never bothered to make sure the young child wasn’t affected by it. But the emotions ran the gamut from sadness and loss to betrayal, of why would life deal a young girl such a painful blow in taking their mother away from them. It created a hole in her soul that in order to cope with the loss, Lucy had erected a wall around her heart. If someone she loved like her mother could be ripped away, it was best she not give anyone the opportunity to do it again.

She lets the phone slide from her fingers onto the couch beside her, curling up her body around a pillow, and wrapping her arms around her legs. The text was from one of her closest friends asking for help with his English homework after school the next day. She couldn’t tell him ��no’—rarely ever told anyone ‘no’ because that’s part of her cover façade.

Dutiful obedience.

Not that she thought he was taking advantage of her, and maybe a part of her wanted to help this person in particular because he seemed to genuinely care about his friends; Lucy included. But this only served to escalate the conflict brewing inside of her. On the one hand, there is her desire to stay distant, but on the other, a human need for closeness. It was a double-edged balancing act-- Acquiesce to be helpful but letting them get too close would trigger her anxieties.

‘I hate my brain…’ Lucy buried her face into the pillow. She hated feeling so alone in this world, of having friends all around her but never truly feeling like she was a part of any group. Her brain could barely comprehend why she felt this way and her subconscious reminded her it was of her own making. Not a purposeful choice, but the results of walling off her heart. It was a constant conflict waged in her mind, and this conflict was the only consistency she’s really known.

Worst of all, she felt like a fraud. All the painted smiles, all of the lies told to keep her secrets, carefully woven like a spider’s web. Beautiful to the naked eye, yet deadly within… at least for herself. She justified every step she took in fear of everything coming unraveled and her life made bare to the world. All her so-called friends would probably hate her when they found out the truth, that’s what she believed with every fiber of her being. And so, she kept up the charade for them, for everyone, until fact and fiction were a universal confliction.

Lucy closes her eyes hoping to cast these images away, but they only burn brighter behind the lids. She didn’t want them to hate her. She wanted to be their friend. The teenage heart beating in her chest wanted what any young person wanted… to be loved. And yes, there was one person in particular who she’d sell her soul to love and be loved by, which in turn only sent her anxieties skyrocketing. Because what-if he felt the same way? But what-if it was for this shell named Lucy Heartfilia? If she were to show her true colors would he accept her for who she was?

And who was the real Lucy Heartfilia? When she was a young child, she shared a love of astronomy with her mother which smolders somewhere inside of her. She knows it’s still there, waiting for attention, that comes out whenever she notices a clear night sky. In her primary school days, literature caught her attention, especially the fiction stories. Being placed into advanced English classes in middle school opened that door even wider and provided a small escape from reality. But it never lasted because her father couldn’t see the importance of such skills for her future, so it was pushed to the side. Business was all that man cared about, and as his only heir, all the pressure of success was placed on Lucy’s shoulders. It was wholly unfair.

By the time Lucy had made it to high school, anything she loved or fancied was tossed to the side and a new persona born. Whatever interested those around her became her interests. Her life was destined to be miserable anyways, so why care about anything? At least if she was only pretending to enjoy the same things as others, it kept those people happy and at bay from delving too deeply into what and who she really was. That was the safest route in her broken mind.

She buries her face deeper into the soft throw pillow and quietly allows a few simpering tears to break free and soak into the fabric. There was no one around to hear them and blow her cover, but that only added to the weight of loneliness aching in her heart. Her father was away on a business deal, and the hired help only came by on a routine. The nights were the worst of all. An empty house save her, with only the ghosts of lives past haunting it’s walls. Lucy might as well be an orphan.

What good was she really? To keep existing as what, her father’s doll? Lucy knew he expected her to marry someone to his specifications and while she was to be of both good breeding and intellect, her place was in the shadows, silent and unheard. And no matter how much she loathed this design, she never fought back against it. ‘I’m really useless…’ What was the point of living knowing that she’d end up in a gilded cage? Too weak to stand up for herself. Foolish enough to be taken advantage of. Death would be a relief.

And even that scared her into staying silent. Lucy didn’t want to die she just didn’t want to live like this anymore. Was that too much to ask for?  

Worthless creature.

Go ahead and cry some more, her subconscious taunts back. Cry for the girl you could be and of the woman you never will become. She was caught in an endless loop of sadness and shame, with no light at the end of the tunnel.

The cell phone pings with a message, so she sweeps her eyes over the screen without moving her head.

“Goodnight Lucy :)”

It was a final message from the boy who needed help tomorrow. How polite of him.

“Goodnight Natsu”

She replies back out of courtesy, fingers hovering for a few seconds in hesitation. There was a strong pull to reach out for help too… but Lucy just couldn’t do it. Ugh! She silences the phones ringer.

Useless idiot.

There were three options Lucy could think of. End her life and become another statistic. Just give in and accept her life will never be her own. Or give up this façade and tell the truth. To be possibly disowned by her father and thrown out on the streets with nothing. Or stay quiet and obedient but with a roof over her head. Her father knew a lot of people and what’s to say if she did open up to someone, that it wouldn’t get back to him somehow? The man had never laid a hand on her, but she feared him greatly.

But she didn’t know how much longer she could keep up this façade. It was destroying her, literally and figuratively. If her life were a story book, her character would be the one who dies because they stupid enough to listen without thinking for themselves. ‘I hate myself and what I’ve turned into. I’ll never be worth anything, just a Heartfilia to carry on the legacy. To be used and exploited until there is no need for me anymore. Argh! I hate myself and yet I don’t even know who the hell that is! Why do I have to feel this way…’

If there were a way to turn off her emotions, Lucy would snap it up in a heartbeat. Just make her completely numb to everything. Truly become a doll who speaks with pre-programmed phrases. A robot who felt no love or sadness and only knew how to be a servant like in a sci-fi movie. She thought that by walling off her heart it would shield her from the pain, but it only caused a deeper one to take root. And frankly, even if she tried now to fix it, how do you erase 14 years of misery?

It would take years of therapy, hundreds of hours and dollars to do just that. Not to mention having to re-live all the painful experiences that drove her to become the way she did. So much for any chance of a solid relationship. She couldn’t subject anyone else to this, that would only make her feel worse.

An utter burden.

To ask someone to bear some of her weight upon their shoulders would be unfair, and if she truly believed this, how could she ever bring herself to open up to anyone, especially if she cared about them. Yet, she wanted to do it. At least a small part of her screaming from the depths of her mind, pleading selfishly to just tell someone! Screw it all! Who cares if they dump you as a friend afterward. Stop worrying about the what if’s because she can’t predict the future.

If only it were so easy.

A few minutes pass by as she sits there in silence, when the light from her phone illuminates the room for just a moment.

“Are you okay?”

Her breathing hitches, stopping short in her throat. Why would Natsu ask that question?! The screen goes black again bathing her in darkness, but the words had dealt their blow. Histories of conversations and interactions are replayed in her mind as Lucy searches for any justification for that message. Had she done something, said something to lead him to believe she wasn’t okay? Oh, no! She’d forgotten to add a happy face emoji or a blush emoji to her response. Is that what made him pick up on a problem.

“I’m fine, really *blush emoji*”

Okay, that should do it, right? Her response was simple yet positive, nothing to indicate the opposite turmoil festering in her mind. Ugh, she shouldn’t have let herself slip into a depressed state tonight. Perhaps her subliminal consciousness tripped up her perfect record of hiding things in plain sight because deep down she wanted to be caught.

“*frown face* I don’t believe that Lucy, somethings wrong I can feel it.”

More tears rise to the surface from the realization that her perfect house of cards were about to come crashing down over a text message of all things. Lucy could continue to lie. Should she continue to lie? Really, I’m fine just tired. Don’t worry about me. I was distracted with homework. All valid responses she could use to justify the slip up.

“Lucy? You know you can talk to me, right?”

Her chest constricts further as she chokes down a sob. How?! How does she know that to be true?! What if he laughs or ridicules her? What if? What if? What if?! ‘Stop it!’ Lucy screams in her head. Heaven help her, she couldn’t take it anymore! Natsu was her friend and in her heart of hearts, he would never knowingly hurt her.

Instead of answering the text, Lucy clicks the call button instead.

“Lucy?”

“Natsu… You’re right. I-I’m not okay…”

[peterxwade24]

BWYD Chapter 13

Pamela Isley Meets Tiny Wayne (and Dick and Duke Volunteer)

Marinette, Damian and Colin ran home from school, their laughter chasing them. They were excited for spring break and couldn’t wait to get back to the apartment to bother Tim and Stephanie. However, when they got back to the apartment they were met with bags packed and dog leashes laid overtop.

“Tim-Tam?” Marinette queried from the entryway. “What’s going on?”

Tim poked his head around the corner, lead and ink smudges on his temples. “Oh. Hey guys. It’s been decided that we’re going home for spring break because, as much as we love you three heathens, Steph and I need a break. Also, someone else might be returning to Paris with you heathens at the end of the break because I need to put in some hands-on hours at Wayne Enterprises.”

“And, as much fun as it is here, I need to run through Gotham again so you’re definitely getting different chaperones.” Stephanie supplied from where she was packing up her belongings. “I’ll miss you hooligans though.”

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The five Wayne kids stepped off the plane, shaking out their stiff muscles before they caught sight of the other Wayne kids.

Dick, Duke and Jason ran towards them and scooped up the three younger kids in their arms before they formed a group hug. They let out a happy laugh before they pulled Tim and Stephanie into the hug as well. The other Wayne kids joined the hug after coming out of their shock.

Bruce looked on in fatherly contentment, he was happy his kids were getting along. He shook his head with a fond smile before clearing his throat. “Let’s go back to the manor.”

“Actually,” Marinette wriggled out of Duke’s arms to stand in front of Bruce,” Ubaba? Can I show Bud and Lou Oberon? Please? Please?”

Bruce looked down into his daughter’s eyes, eyes that he should know not to look into when she wants something, and let out a defeated sigh. “Only if Dick will agree to walk you there and you call him when you’re ready to come home.”

She beamed up at him before wrapping her arms around his waist. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Colin laughed and looked at Damian. “So, anything I should know about being a Wayne?”

Damian looked over his family before looking at his best friend. “Waynes fight together and if anyone upsets a Wayne the whole family will bring their wrath down on that person.”

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Marinette skipped to Harleen’s apartment, Oberon trotting beside her and Dick walking behind them. He let out a laugh at Marinette’s skipping rhyme. They approached Harleen’s door, where Dick knocked as Marinette bounced excitedly beside him.

Harleen opened the door, a smile on her face. “Tiny Wayne!” She pulled the small girl into her arms before looking up at Dick. “Okay. She’s been dropped off. Fly home now.” Harleen pushed the door closed after the dog walked in and she smiled at Tiny Wayne. “How was Paris?”

“Paris was cool. Paris school is dumb. I got a dog though!” She reached down and pet Oberon’s head. “This is Oberon. Ubaba says he was probably involved in a dog fight syndicate but he’s the most gentlest good boy I’ve ever met.” She looked up at the older woman, her eyes searching her features for reassurance and approval.

Harleen got down onto her knees in front of the dog, blue eyes looking into sad brown. “He’s beautiful.” Her hands went to his face and she pressed a delicate kiss to his forehead. “The boys’ll love him.”

They walked out of the entryway into the living room, and Marinette squealed. “Bud! Lou!”

The hyenas ran at her but were stopped by Oberon, who let out a low growl.

Marinette and Harley giggled. Their hands going to rest on Oberon’s head. “Woah there boy.” A smile played at Harleen’s lips as she placed her other hand on Lou. “These boys are friends. They’re not going to hurt Tiny Wayne.”

Bud and Lou sniffed at Oberon, who scented them back. The three boys seemed to be getting along until a pounding sound drew everyone’s attention to the door.

“Harley!” A clear woman’s voice cut through the ambiance in the room. “Come out with us tonight!”

Harley let out a sigh and went to her door, not noticing Tiny Wayne was following her. She opened the door and on the other side of the door was one of the most gorgeous red-haired women Marinette had ever seen, aside from her sister Barbara. The woman tossed her red hair over her shoulder and fixed her eyes on Harley. “Pam. I can’t go out with you and Selina tonight. I have company.”

“Ugh. Just ditch them.”

“Yeah…” Harley rubbed at the back of her neck and offered a shame filled smile. “I don’t think Bats will like that too much.”

“You caught one of his birds?” The red-haired woman perked up before she caught sight of Marinette behind Harley. “That’s not a bird. Why would Bats be upset?”

Harley looked over her shoulder and took in Marinette’s form. “Tiny Wayne! What’re you doing?”

“I just wanted to see who was at the door.”

Pamela’s green eyes shined in the light from the wall sconces and she walked into the apartment. She pulled the door closed and suddenly Harley’s ficuses had grown so large they barricaded the door. She approached Marinette, drawing a scared noise from the small girl.

Bud, Lou and Oberon rushed into the entryway. The three boys spotted Marinette and Oberon went to stand in front of her while Bud and Lou circled Pamela.

“Hi Bud. Hi Lou.” Pamela’s calm voice sounded as she squatted down to pet the two hyenas. “Who’s your guest Harley?”

Harley rolled her eyes, letting out a quick whistle to draw her hyenas to her side. “Tiny Wayne.” She shrugged and motioned for Marinette to come to her side. “She’s a Wayne and she’s tiny. What more do you want?”

Marinette nodded, before looking up at Harley. “Do you think I’ll be able to leave any time soon?”

Harley sighed. “Probably not. You can borrow some of my clothes tonight.” She led Marinette, Pamela and the three boys back into the living room. “Since Pam decided we’re staying in, we should probably inform Blue Bird, don’t you think Tiny Wayne?”

Marinette nodded. “Yes Harley.” She pulled out her phone and sent a text to him, “I’ve been barricaded in @ Harley’s I’ll be returned 2morrow”, before looking up at Harley. “He’s been informed.”

---

Marinette smiled up at Dick the next morning when he arrived to pick her up. “Hi Oiseau bleu.”

“Hey Tiny Bat.” He ruffled her hair and shook his head at her choice of attire. “Really? That’s what you’re wearing?”

Marinette looked down at her outfit, a grey shirt emblazoned with “What’s up Bats?” in loopy pink and blue calligraphy over a pair of black leggings, before looking back up at her brother. “It’s cute.” She pouted and he took her back to the manor.

---

“Okay.” Bruce clapped his hands while looking over his older children. “Who wants to go to Paris this time?”

Dick and Duke were the first two whose hands shot up and, with a resigned sigh, Bruce allowed them to go to Paris.

“Just remember, it’s a four bedroom apartment and at least two of you will have to share a room.” Tim called. “You’ll be roommates.”

@dast218 @toodaloo-kangaroo @amayakans @crazylittlemunchkin @marinettepotterandplagg

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

if  - wuz that  kipling ?  - anyway and y oh y duz i always wanna write anyhoo 

i actually stole an emu  - and rode it into the studio - not the imaginary one in davis and if no emu an ostrich would do - and no imma not really gonna ride an emu tho we red up to 140 lbs and t nowhere near but i doubt they like it - but if i did 

it jest might take that to save the day - spose i could rent one but - yah u gessed it - where and how duz one rent an emu  - b right back .....

that coulda been a rabbit hole - emu a no go but can ride ostrich at the farm but no take home - but         omg   came across a tutorial on how to seduce an ostrich  a step by step guide - u cant make this stuff up and no i didnt actually read it 

and ppl think im confused 

do emu emus? like cosplay  - this started w a conversation about the great emu war  - they won or a tie depending who u ask 

its gonna take what mary  - might call a good bake  -and maybe a miracle or stoned soul picnic in a 5th dimension  - me i like 11 which as i understanding - is a quantum possibility  - maybe blind faith or luck - i take - it  - maybe just a lotta love but neil  why so whiny  - look who tawking t  - can u surrey 

btw aint seen the moon in soo  - raining now unlikely  - tomorrow 

wtf i know bout 2morrow - no t dont say it w lyrics we aint got all night 

somebody sed it mite take a sam cook change  

so iz t trippin or wat - wat mostly - a couple things today got fucked up - no fawlty towers in our stars  - no guilty party less u wanna play  - its only

rock n roll 

so yah like that sorta 

maybe dancing 

later

love 

[cough-ka]

I love my problematic child, skamNL (Noah Liv hehe), but pleeease tell me I’m not the only one that’s not over the moon excited about Liv serenading Noah with an overplayed love song that she might accompany with balloons or something??? Bc I feel like both of them are too creative and talented to have to fall back on something that’s already been written and performed thousands of times and featured all over the mediascape. This would’ve been such a cool opportunity for Zoë to sing a new original song and wow Noah with something that’s utterly her own. And in terms of her friends helping her set something up... my guess’d be that they’re gonna organize something at the church? But that would kinda bug me too bc that’s Their Place and their entire relationship has been super personal and removed from anyone else and bringing her friends into this all of a sudden just seems strange??? Idk man, maybe I’m just overthinking and clip-deprived. But seriously, why in the world are the girls (esp. Mother Esra) supporting her on this??? He treated her like trash and they came to hug her after he pushed her to the ground and she was sexually assaulted and exploited and she’s had difficulty processing that - duh! (all in the past month) and now all of a sudden they’re like “Go for it bbg, sell your soul for this fudgeboi”. You know what Liv needs? A firm talking-to from Imaan. Conspiracy theory: that’s why she left; they knew she’d be too powerful and logical and they had to find a way to cater to their abusive, boys-are-gods-plot so they got rid of her xoxoxo. Okay now I’m just rambling. Pls don’t h8 me, just sharing some thoughts. See y’all 2morrow :’)

[adrinetteapril]

just a friend part 1

Just friends.

Adreinette April  fanfiction story part one:

  “Hey, you guys wanna go to the park this afternoon?” Alya questioned

Marinette shot Alya a dirty look, if this was another set up….Alya gave her an innocent look shrugged and looked at Nino, her pure look turned into a grin. Nino looked back at alya, she was now giving him a deathly stare. Nino pulled of his head phones and turned around.

“Sure Alya, hey maybe we could…..” Nino began

“Nino!” Alya hissed her head nodded towards Marinette

“So Adrien you free?” Alya asked

Oh no, she did not just… ! Marinette gave Alya a hostile stare! Her head was filled with prayers, please say no Adrien, please say you have a photoshoot or fencing or one of the other hundred talents you do outside of school. Adrien hesitated for a moment. Marinette held her breath and said a silent prayer.

“Yeah sure i’m free!” Adrien exclaimed

Marinette bit her lip, but when she made eye contact with Adrien she forced a smile, and shrugged. When Nino put his headphones back on and Adrien turned around finishing the class work miss bustier had set  for them, Marinette kicked Alya.

“Oww!” she exclaimed “what was that for?” Marinette squinted her eyes and shook her head.

“You know exactly what” she mouthed

Alya grinned, she had the most suspicious look on. Marinette sighed and rubbed her forehead. What was Alya up to now? When the school bell rang Marinette rushed home.

  “You realize your friends are probably going to cancel on you!” plagg complained

“What’s the point of going to the park if they are just going to ditch you, what’s the point when you can just eat cheese?”

Adrien shook his head, placing his bag down next to his bed.

“I don’t think you get it plag, unlike you i actually like hanging out with people instead of rotten cheese!” Adrien explained

“How dare you call it rotten, it’s just ‘mature’! And i do have friends, many of them, we prank each other all the time, at least me and Trix, the others don’t have a sense of humor except for Tiki, on the good days!”

Adrien rolled his eyes, he knew plag wouldn’t understand.

“besides even if Alya and Nino go to the movies, i wouldn’t mind hanging out with Marinette, she seems almost frightened of me so maybe if i could talk to her alone she would loosen up?”

“Kid are you sure she’s just a friend?” plag asked suspiciously, he had always suspected something, ever since that little umbrella scene.

“Of course, why wouldn’t she be a friend? She’s such a sweet, kind and forgiving person.”

Should have gone to specsavers plag muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?” Adrien questioned

“Have you seen an optometrist lately?” plag asked

“No,why?” Adrien answered curiously

“‘Cause i think you’ve been blinded by love!” plag laughed, trix would have been proud of that, he thought!

Adrien walked over to the Camembert cabinet and threw some cheese to him

“Shut up plag!” he muttered

The sky was a streaked with blue, Marinette sighed from her balcony

“What’s wrong Marinette?” Tiki inquired “aren’t you happy you’ll get to hang out with Adrien?”

Marinette gave a half smile.

“Yeah, of course i do! I really enjoy hanging out with Adrien” she explained “it’s just when ever i hang out with him i get all nervous and i start to splutter….”

Tiki nodded in agreement, ever since Adrien had given her that umbrella she was crazy for him. She would be surprised when she found out the guy of her dreams was actually in love with her,  (and had kissed her twice, without any memory). Tiki thought about what Marinette just claimed.

“Well Alya will be there!” Tiki suggested, she was always looking for the positive side!

“That’s the problem, i’m expecting a cancel from Alya any minute now, and i can’t just say no to Adrien, you know me!” Marinette exclaimed, her eyes sad, and her smile turned to a frown, “i can’t believe Alya did that, i know she’s trying to help but really, like this?” she continued, “she knows i’m not ready yet, but she still pushes me, it’s like she knows something i don’t.” Mainette's expression looked shattered, she was nearly to tears. She didn’t know she had feelings like that. Her phone vibrated, she sighed glancing over at it before plunging onto her bed.

“Probably Alya canceling, why Alya, why!” Marinette whined

Tiki looked at the phone, she looked rather surprised

“Uhh… Marinette you might want to look at this…” Tiki remarked  Marinette rolled over, groaned and rolled her eyes, Tiki grabbed the phone and raced over to Marinette. Teenagers she thought. 

“And why do i need to read this?” Marinette sighed still not looking at the phone, she suddenly became very interested in her hair.

“Marinette. Dupain. Cheng.!” Tiki affirmed “You open your phone and read that message!”

Marinette gave her a look of fear, since when did Tiki become so angry? She swiped open her phone, and opened her messages, she gasped looking at the messages.

“Adrien Agreste just texted me!” she squealed Tiki sighed, realising the truth in what plagg said about people being blind. Come on Marinette, you literally reject this guy and his hilarious cat puns every day! Now you hold a party when the same guy texts you! she thought. As Marinette was celebrating Tiki looked at the message.

“Are you going to reply or leave him hanging?” Tiki asked

“oh, your right Tiki!" 

"aren’t i always!” She muttered under her breath 

Marinette replied to Adrien and rushed out the door, she received a message from Alya.

Hey girl, Nino and i decided to catch a movie, totally forgot about this arvo! Sorry! See you 2morrow at school.

Marinette sighed, she knew  this was going to happen but she couldn’t refuse Adrien now. Not after she had told him to meet in the park in ten  minutes. She froze on the stairs, if she wanted to she could stay here, disappoint Adrien and make him hate her, or she could go to the park possibly confess to him and maybe embarrass herself. It was a tough gamble but she wouldn’t want to stand Adrien up. She checked the time and raced down the stairs, she had 5 minutes to get there, her options were running or ladybug, it was risky but she transformed and swung her way through the Paris rooftops, she could have sworn she saw cat noir too, probably just some cosplayers.

Adrien waved Marinette over, they sat on a bench.

“I guess Alya and Nino couldn’t make it?” Adrien question

“Yeah, they stood us up… again!” Marinette added

“and they said they weren’t dating” Adrien replied as he gazed into Mainettes eyes, they were a sapphire blue and they sparkled in the sunlight, he was sure he had seen them before but couldn’t remember where. He realised what he was doing and shook his head. He looked at Marinette, she was blushing. There was awkward gap. Adrien asked the first thing that came to his mind

“So have you ever played super penguino?” breaking the awkward silence, wait…did he just say what he thought he said?

“Umm…no?” marinette replied, blushing like there was no tomorrow. Adrien couldn’t help but ask himself Why he said that? There was a lot more silence.

“Have you?” Marinette asked timidly, her hands were were clasped together. She almost looked scared, he could hear it in his voice.

“Actually, no. I just haven’t asked the person i want to yet?” Adrien replied

“Oh, so you have someone in mind?” Marinette teased, she seemed like she was regaining her confidence, she giggled “who is it?”

“i’ll tell you if you tell me.” Adrien replied, this was probably one of the first decent conversations he had had with Marinette, he didn’t want to mess this up.

Marinette looked shocked, “i can’t tell…you.” she paused, looking him in the eyes, she sighed “well, if you really want to know it’s you! “

Adrien smiled,

“I’d love to play with you too Marinette, i mean it sounds like a great game, you’ll probably beat me at it though, your super talented at stuff like that!”

Marinette looked confused.

“Marinette i’ve been meaning to say this to you for a very long time…” he paused smiling while gazing into her eyes.

“Your such a wonderful person! You always stand up for others and you always help people no matter what!”

“Adrien…” Marinette interrupted “i…”

Adrien continued, “Your a person i admire, your such a good friend!”

Marinette looked down at the ground and sighed, this seemed hopeless.

“Did i say something wrong?” Adrien asked

“No.”Marinette forced a smile

She looked at the time on her phone,

“I better get going, nice catching up though!”

Adrien smiled and nodded his head.

She was really a good friend.

  Bonus part

(theory: Alya and Nino aren’t dating but actually are just  spying on their friends)

Alya and Nino were  crouched in the bushes about 10 meters away from their friends,

“Nino can you hear what their saying?” Alya whispered

“Only as much as you?” Nino replied “why are we doing this Alya? I feel bad about lying to them!”

“Oh come on Nino, it’s not like you haven’t before!” Alya exclaimed “besides it’s funny watching them hopelessly flirt, almost like one side to a never ending love square!”

Alya shuffled around the bush

“Ouch Alya, that hurt” Nino whined

“Oh hush stop complaining, what do you want me to do kiss it better?” Alya teased

“Actually…” Nino responded

“Oh stop it,  you hopeless flirt !” Alya snapped  “it’s bad enough i have to pretend to date you!”

“Oh you’ll fall for me someday.”Nino muttered

“What did you just say Nino Lahiffe?” Alya commanded

“ uhh… nothing?” Nino stammered

“Oh i heard every word you said, i just wanted you to have the guts to repeat it.” Alya snickered

“Wanna bet on that?” nino declared

“Totaly, i’ll date you if you repeat that, but i think your to scared!” Alya  insisted

He hazel eyes narrowed, with a wide grin on her face.

Nino took a deep breath,

“Alya cessair, i like you, like, like you like you, and  i know you’ll fall for me someday.” Nino stuttered

Alya looked surprised, like she was caught of guard something never looked like, he had never seen her this vulnerable. At least for those few seconds. She smiled and shook her head.

“Well i ever Nino, who would’ve thought you could do it, congrats” she said

“So… you’ll go out with me?” Nino asked his head tilted

“You deaf child, didn’t  you hear what i said?” Alya teased “my word is my word.”

[lunestival]

🎀 12/6 🎀

i played pkmn all day and took down koga sabrina & silph co. my team is eevee (lunetta) ninetails (dawn) vileplume (hibiscus) dewgong (crumb) nidoqueen (queeni) and clefable (ichigo) and we are all fairy princesses even crumb who is a boy

was feelin sick since i woke up yesterday but i made a concerted effort to take care of myself on my days off so i’d feel better when i go back 2 work tmrrow.. i had a lot of stuff i had to get done on my days off but i resisted doing it for my health. didn’t drop off my rent on the 1st cause i said i’d do it on my days off LOL didn’t happen.....gonna have to wait till monday cause i work 9-6 2morrow and i’ll be working the whole time they’re open pfft but it’s ok. i can deal w/ the late fees. but i can’t put it off any longer I CAN’T

i wish i woulda been more conservative w/ my money this last month but i bought the limited edition kh3 kairi coat which was...............300$ and that doesn’t even include shipping LOL it releases in like april and by that point i won’t even need a coat much longer but i wasn’t gonna miss out |: @ me why ya like this. i really want to get smash 2morrow b/c the storymode already looks like its gonna make me cry and everyone’s so excited about it but. I DON’T KNO IF I HAVE 60$ TO SPARE RIGHT NOW. LUNE HAS A VET APPT AND THAT’LL BE AT LEAST 75$ + 425$ RENT o well i guess i gotta wait till next week when i get paid :-( or. maybe i won’t LMAOOOO (i’m excited joker got in even tho i personally am not a huge fan of persona b/c it’s not great 2 gays and girls aka me but this means sora might get in) 

talked 2 semmy and kitty&davey and eric a lil bit 2day so i wasn’t lonely. i always worry i’ll get lonely around the holidays living by myself but i don’t need 2 worry so much b/c i don’t need to b around other ppl physically to feel companionship. it’s weirdly engrained in me 2 think so but. i have never been that way. maybe it’s b/c my whole family will be away for crustmas this year. but if i have my hubby i will be happy

i am a goblin who throws all her shit on the floor and i really need to clean the apartment LOL but lune likes when there’s a bunch of stuff to play with so i don’t feel so bad. i needed to do some shopping so i don’t starve but i couldn’t get out wahhhhh. maybe tomorrow after work.

i love my new haircut but i know my daddy (REAL BIOLOGICAL FATHER) is not going to like it. he’s so “old fashioned” as my mama says, he wants a feminine daughter with long pretty hair, he thinks a pixie cut can’t be feminine. he liked my long hair so much but? that was never me. sometimes it felt ok, but it was too hard to deal with and take care of. and a pixie cut is so cute.....it’s so sweet and innocent, it’s princessy. i hope my daddy will realize that.

i wanted to do some doodling but couldn’t get out of bed for long enuff. art block has been overwhelming lately so i was gonna try to work thru it on my days off but i might wait till after the holidays. lays on floor. one step at a time.

lunetta is sticking her head in the mcdonalds bag

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #032

“blood on my shirt, a rose in my hand, you’re looking at like you don’t know who i am”

How old were you when you had your first boyfriend? Uhhh I had a puppy-dog love kinda boyfriend in the 7th grade, however old I was then, but I don't really consider him my "first boyfriend" since we weren't together long and neither of us knew what we wanted; he was just a friend to me, and I've lost connection with him by now so can't confirm, but I am like 95% sure he actually came out as gay way later SOOOO. I started dating Jason, my "real" first boyfriend, when I wasn't even a month shy of 16. If you were to have sex right now, would you use a condom? My friend I am so fucking terrified of multiple birth control methods failing with this country and abortion rights rn that you couldn't even PAAAAAY me to have sex w/o one right now. Have you ever had to choose between two people? Yeah actually, building up to Jason finally asking me out, I was very torn between whether I wanted him or Juan. Like to where I literally got advice about it 'cuz I was stressed the fuck out, ha ha. Schedules overlapping putting those two at my house on the same day once will ETERNALLY be one of the most UNCOMFORTABLE days of my life oh my fucking god like these mfers had beef BEFORE I was even involved. If you were given an assignment to draw anything besides stick figures or just doodles, what would you draw? Meerkats. What kind of sound or noise freaks you out the most and why do you think it scares you? Hm... I dunno. Well, wait: the sound of joints popping, ESPECIALLY if it's even remotely loud. It just makes me think of bones snapping. People doing it with their neck is the worst, because I just think of it breaking. If you could get any body part massaged right now, what would you pick? Okay so recently I saw this post about wanting to just rip your spine out and wring that shit like a towel and that,,,,,,,, spoke to me. My back and shoulders always hurt nowadays because of sitting at the desk. What’s the strangest art piece you’ve come across? I have been a deviantART member for over a decade, man. Some people don't censor their fetish insanity and I have wounds that will never heal bc of it. What’s the most clever or unique name you’ve come across for a business? GUUUUUUUUUUUUYS I lost my fucking mind recently when an Indian restaurant called Urbann Turbann was featured in a TV show like PLEASE you can't beat that, I'll be there 2morrow. If you had to name one of your hypothetical future children after a song, which song would you pick? OH JEEZ. Just going with the first one that comes to mind and I like, there's Nymphetamine. Very extra but at least my daughter would have a goddess-sounding name like please child fulfill your destiny Do you hate your last name? Do you wanna get married so you can change it? I don't like my last name, but I'm not in a rush to get married to change it. If I wind up marrying my current partner like I want to then I'm literally getting a worse last name anyway, fuckin' rip. Would you take a million dollars if it meant you had to die a month later? No. Have you ever gotten kicked out of a class for being disruptive? No. How long has it been since you kissed someone? It was just a few days ago. Do you have a romantic preference for boys or girls? I'm into both, BUT just by pure evidence, I do think I might be more attracted to men. I also don't have a lot of "experience" at all with feminine people in ~that way~ so it's hard to really tell???? How old are your parents? Mom is actually going to be 61 very soon, and I know Dad is two years younger than her, so he'd be 58 or 59. Is there a real fireplace in your house? Yes. ... I think it's real? Do your parents drink? I've never seen or heard mention of my dad drinking since the divorce, and Mom barely ever does, really just for special occasions. What does your best friend love that you hate? Ummm I'm not sure, at least not to the intensity of "love" and "hate." If you have a dog, what kind is it? She's a chihuahua that looks absolutely traumatized at all hours and is always quivering bc she's so fucking small (I don't remember the science behind that) and quite frankly she's pretty ugly but we love her anyway lmfao <3 Would you feel funny if you kissed somebody of the same sex? Nah, done it before and it honestly felt very natural. If your best friend grabs your hand, what do you automatically do? Well I mean it would depend on what's going on exactly, but I guess in most cases I'd squeeze or kiss his. Can grills be sexy on a guy? I personally am not attracted to them at all. Do you own any knee-high boots? No, they're not quite that high. I can't wait to fit in the ones that go like half-way up my shins tho please those babies are HOT When you were born was the umbilical cord wrapped around your neck? Uh, I've never been told this, so I'd assume no. Have you ever been told that you talk too much? Yes, and since then I've been self-conscious about it. Do you like to clean? No, I don't think most people do. Team Biden or Team Trump? I voted for Biden because over my dead fucking body was I going to not vote again and let Trump continue to be the face of this shit country. Can you sing the alphabet backwards? I actually can't. Is there any meat that you won’t eat? Anything exotic or hunted. Does your cat use anything other than its scratching post as a scratcher? We literally got this cat a scratching board WITH CATNIP and this mf just ignored it and continues to scratch everything else. e_e son please Have you ever had sex with someone of the same sex? No. Have you ever been kicked out of your house when you were younger? No. How long could you put up with an infant’s screaming? NOT long at all. The noise is obviously unpleasant and triggers my anxiety, but I like actually freak out and want the problem with it fixed by the parents, me, SOMEONE, as quick as humanly possible. I also just really, really hate people crying in the "I hate that they're upset" way, like it physically makes my heart hurt because I don't like other people hurting. Like sure, half the time what babies cry over is nothing serious, but what if it is this time? GAAAAAAAAAAH everything relating to kids just stresses me out. What is something that your pet is frightened of? Roman is VERY quick to run and hide if he suspects a stranger is coming in the house; like he's already at the hall peering at the door to see who it is before deciding whether or not to actually run. My cat trusting you means A LOT, I'm telling you. Then Venus, like a lot of snakes, can sometimes be easily startled by someone walking too quickly in front of her; she'll yank her head back into her hide every now and again when this happens. How old were you when you first started wearing a bra? I don't remember. Tell me something your parents don’t know about. Well my dad doesn't know a shitload of stuff just because I haven't lived with him for a very long time, but something my mom also doesn't know would be uhhhh well most of my sexual history because 1.) I don't share it with pretty much anyone and 2.) we are just way too close as a mother and daughter for me to be okay with talking about even tamer things. What type of dancing would you prefer to try? (tango, salsa, etc) Modern, which I've done in the past when I was a dancer. I don't really know how to explain what kind of dancing that is, but I can see it and recognize it. It's very unique and recognizable imo. What’s the last table food you fed your pet? Quite a while back I gave Roman a piece of like... his first human food ever, half a pepperoni. Roman is very well-behaved around food that isn't his ever since he learned not to mess with it as a kitten, and he was super hesitant to actually take the pepperoni, but he ultimately had a good little snack and still doesn't beg. I DO NOT support regularly giving your pets table scraps, I was just feeling nice that day, haha. Did you ever have to bathe with another sibling when you were younger? Yeah, my little sister. Who is the last person you saw naked? Somebody. Do you prefer “regular kissing” or French kissing? Uhhhh it depends on the mood and the place and whatnot. Are you more likely to give a hickey to someone else or get one? Neither, to be totally honest, but if it's gonna be one of us, it'd probably be me giving it. Have you ever been offered money in exchange for sexual favors? No. Do you like sprinkles on your ice cream? I honestly really, really don't like sprinkles on anything. Have you ever wanted to become a lifeguard? No. What is something annoying about the person you like/love? It's more frustrating than it is "annoying," but Christ he is so fucking stubborn. It can be a good thing, sure, it makes him determined, but sometimes it's to his detriment and stress. He'd make a mountain move if he really wanted. Would you be a stay at home parent or send your kid to daycare? It would depend on whether I was employed or not, really, whiiich I realistically don't think I will be. I don't want kids either though, so I'm probably just gonna be a bored housewife. WOW have things not turned out how I planned. Have you ever had to turn someone in before? For what? No. Have you ever had a party when your parents weren’t home? No. What is something that irks you about your sibling(s)? Ashley absolutely settled with her husband, and Nicole... I don't know. I'm very, very honestly so proud of my sisters, and they don't generally "irk" me. Did your parents favor one child over another when you were growing up? Absolutely not. I pretty firmly stand by Dad having felt more connected with me with a lot of evidence, strange when apparently I'M the one with the childhood trauma, but I don't feel like he "liked" me more than Ash or Nicole. How much PDA is too much PDA to witness? As soon as tongue gets involved and your hands start wandering, literally go get a room. What is your favorite Pixar film? Finding Nemo. :''') Could you handle a friends with benefits type of situation? NOOOOOOOOOOOPE, there WILL be emotions involved. At what age do you believe children should begin having screen time? I REALLY don't know, and as stupid as it probably sounds, this is a strong reason as to why the idea of having kids makes me incredibly nervous. I've been addicted to computers/technology since I was a little child, and it has ABSOLUTELY damaged my life in multiple ways; I would be so, so, SO obsessive over making sure my kid(s) didn't overdo it, but I also wouldn't want to OVER-restrict them as a certain family I know does, either. I'm just simply not goihg to know where to set the balance. Which doctor is your least favorite? Primary, eye, dentist, or gynecologist? So this is honestly dangerous and NOT how it's supposed to go, but even at 26 I have never seen a gynecologist and am absolutely, positively TERRIFIED to because I do fucking not want someone doing that, I DO NOT care if you're a professional. I've never been forced to before because I'm a virgin, but that should've stopped being valued over my health many years ago. I'm currently going through a doctor's office change so therefore my primary physician will also be different, BUT he's a man. And I am NOT okay with a male gynecologist; call it generalizing, but that is FUCKING creepy. Wow this question is stressing me out, so basically I have to suck it up and figure this shit out eventually. You own a dragon, but it doesn’t breathe fire - what comes out instead? So like, I don't know what the effects of this would be, but one that breathes like, nebulous starlight and stuff, like basically a little piece of outer space. I saw an effect in Elden Ring by one of the dragons that gave me that kind of visual impression and now I'm Obsessed. Has a bird ever pooped on you before? No, thank god. Have you ever had to be rescued in any way? Describe it. Well, when I ODed and went to the ER, I did have to receive a lot of fluids to ensure there wasn't too high of a concentration of... something in my blood, idr. I'm never going to NOT be surprised by - and thankful for - how lucky I got off, like I took quiiiiite an overdose on cold medicine, and I was fine. Did your parents sing lullabies to you as a child? I'm quite sure my mom did, but I know Dad didn't. His style of parenting when I was growing up was very "there, but absent." Your friend is going to get an abortion. Do you go with her or not? You're goddamn right I'd be right fucking there beside her. What are some questions that you would ask your favorite celebrity? ... You know, I'm sitting here thinking and I don't know if I'd get any questions OUT, just a HELL of a lot of mushiness over how much he's helped me and others. Me meeting Mark would be EMBARRASSING lmfao.

[bjorkingabout]

I MADE A BUNCH OF THESE OCS AND THEY R APART OF THEIR OWN STORY ABOUT THESE KIDS (them) GOING ON A JOURNEY 2 FIND OUT WHY THEY EXIST AND WHAT THEIR PURPOSE IS "and 2 want 2 do that they must all have sad back story's, right?" NOPE ITS ONLY ONE THAT HAS TRAUMA AND ITS THE PINK HAIRED ONE AND THE OTHERS R HER FRIENDS!!! (I might write about this 2morrow)

*Images r not made by me but idk who made the picrew*

[limerencehqs-blog]

      ◜ஐ      /    * .          casually shows up l8 2 the party w a generic brand of coffee 2 drink bc they’re broke asf and can’t afford starbucks. [mark vc] hello everybody i go by nicole and welcome to my intro !! i’ll keep the info about me p short --- i’m twenty, go by she/they pronouns, and live in the est timezone !! while my life isn’t super hectic, i can get busy from time 2 time w work and other life things :-(( so pls b patient w me !! i’ll try 2 make it up 2 u, i promise. i love strawberries ,, and i frequently fall down youtube holes :-)) i’m currently in one now ,, send help. anywho, now i’ll move onto hanbin !! below the cut you’ll find some info about them !! however, i still need 2 set up their stats, bio and connection page ,, but i’m still down to plot !! just hmu or s m a s h that like button. ok ily. 

PARK JIMIN — ♔ The Paparazzi just spotted CHAE HANBIN on the street. THEY are supposedly 20 years old, and are a part of the group GEMINI as a SINGER. If you run into them you might notice they’re FELICIFIC and LOQUACIOUS, but also PEDANTIC and DIFFIDENT. * hanbin identifies as a demiboy, so their pronouns are they & he !! 

ALSO tw below for panic disorder.

biography and personality !! 

ok let’s start w the basics. hanbin was born in seoul, tho their parents weren’t exactly ready or prepared to raise a baby, so they put him up for adoption. that’s where hanbin’s adoptive parents come in !! a sweet lil australian family w no kids at the time -- they took hanbin into their home when he was just two months old, and they loved hanbin SO MUCH. they spoiled ( and continue to spoil ) them rotten tbh. 

hanbin grew up in melbourne, and bc of this, they have an accent !! tho they’re kinda insecure about it :-( ,, they often have a habit of talking A LOT ( seriously ,, this kid loves to ramble ) but that only causes them to feel super annoying and very bad :-( 

hanbin was brought up alongside their younger sister -- their adoptive parents’ biological child. she’s four years younger than him, and was sort of a surprise addition to the fam. nevertheless, hanbin was super stoked !! 

believe it or not ,, hanbin didn’t want to be a singer. they were planning on going away to uni for forensic science -- they’re a major crime nut and have seen ALL episodes of criminal minds and dexter at least three times. 

hanbin began singing when he was little, though it was more so just for fun ; a hobbie if u will. they sang in their school choir, that was about it. when in their second year in high school, hanbin joined an a cappella club ,, and they had a performance which somehow, someone filmed and put on the good ol’ internet ,, and before hanbin knew it, they were being scouted ?? which was ?? surprising 2 them ?? they didn’t think they were good ok. 

initially, they were super against the idea of auditioning, but their sister kinda made it seem super cool and she was just so proud and happy when hearing the news that hanbin didn’t want to let her down :-( he ended up auditioning, and well ,, clearly it went alright bc here he is !! one half of the group gemini ( which is funny bc he’s a gemini :-) ,, ) they debuted in 2013 ,, and things started off super great !! 

that being said, relocating from australia to south korea was difficult, and hanbin still struggles with learning korean. they’ve lived in south korea long enough now that they’re able to get around and understand things on their own, but learning languages is tough for them, and they get frustrated easily and it’s just ,, a lot for them :-( they’re able to write and read fairly well, but speaking is a whole different thing to them entirely. they kinda let other people do the talking for them, if they can help it. tho, when they do interviews requiring english, they’re ALL for it -- whilst also lowkey trying ( and failing ) to hide their accent. i told u, this kid LOVES to ramble on. 

he and his sister still video chat often, and she even travels to south korea whenever she can, to see him. she loves him vm :’) and he loves her, too. it’s just a wholesome relationship w them ok :’) and if hanbin likes someone ,, chances are they’ll mention their sister and talk about her for like ,, an hour to them. he also talks with his adoptive parents and if he’s texting someone ,, odds are they’re his adoptive parents. they may be super far apart geographically, but they’re still attached at the darn hip. ( hanbin’s a family person if u couldn’t tell ) 

unfortunately though, with the move to seoul, hanbin suffered from anxiety -- which lead to panic attacks :-( they don’t experience attacks on a frequent basis, but they do happen every now and again, and hanbin’s always afraid of them happening tbh. they dread the thought of having one while out in public. that’s why, whenever they’re not fulfilling obligations, they’re most likely indoors, holed up with a good crime novel or listening to crime podcasts. 

they’ll bust out random crime facts whether u like it or not >:-) 

they try to help write their own songs when they can, but find they’re not too good w words :-( they once rhymed orange with door hinge when they were ten ,, and that was about the highest point in their writing career ;;

also random fact of the night ,, hanbin’s a virgin and doesn’t know much about the good ol’ act of fornication -- or anything sexual really ,, rip. they get super flustered about that kind of stuff when it’s mentioned ?? which is gr8 bc they blush really easily and it’s super noticeable. ofc they just hide their face and repeat “ end me now ” until it’s over.

i think that’s it 4 now. im honestly half asleep, and this took 2 hours to put together and look over 2 make sure it was coherent. i fell asleep in between writing :-( 

quick plot ideas !! 

um ,, i’d cry if this happened but ,, a biological sibling maybe ?? bc hanbin doesn’t really know their birth parents ,, but maybe they find out about them and thus, their sibling too ?? 

their confidant !! or just close friends tbh. im a sucker for fluffy floof :’) 

mutual crushes :-)) or one-sided crushes ,, u know ,, if u wanna crush ur soul w angst. either works~ 

enemies ?? hanbin doesn’t really have a mean bone in their body, yet they somehow have a strong disliking for this person ?? OR, they strongly dislike hanbin ?? maybe bc of their constant optimism. 

maybe these 2 were seen in public once and people started shipping them idK it’s a cool thought. 

i have 2 get to bed bc work 2morrow ,, but pls feel free to suggest any plot that comes 2 mind tbh !! in no way are my wanted plots limited to just the ones mentioned above !! also thank u for reading. ilysm. 

[fleetsparrow]

When My Love Begins to Shine

Day 12 of 50 Days of Pupship.  Also on AO3!

Seto Kaiba was fretting.  In the six months since they had started dating, Kaiba had never actually taken Jounouchi out on an official date.  This was because he was far too busy and it was just more convenient for Jounouchi to come over to the mansion, and definitely not because Kaiba had no idea what one was supposed to *do* on a date.

So Kaiba searched:  *What to do on a date?*

Some of the suggestions were bizarre:

*Hide in a cornfield.*  There were neither corn nor fields in Domino. *Play in the snow.*  In the middle of summer? *Movie marathon.*  They'd already done that plenty of times. *Go to estate sales together.*  ...Why?

So Kaiba continued searching and searching, wondering why a simple fancy dinner was out of the question.  He could do that, but Jounouchi....  The last time he had suggested that, Jounouchi had not been impressed.  What would impress him?

*Go to an indoor water park.*  Domino had one of those.  That might not be too bad, even if it did mean being around people.

*Walk around the city at night.*  Jounouchi probably wouldn't appreciate the necessary bodyguard that would follow them.  That was out.

*Picnic on the roof and watch the stars.*  That--  Actually, that one sounded not too bad.  He could have his cook prepare them something, and the view from the mansion's roof was spectacular.

There.  It was settled.  Now just a quick text to Jounouchi to make sure he'd come.

*You will join me on the roof tonight.  Dinner will be prepared.*

Done!  Excellent.  Once again, Seto Kaiba had won the battle.

*Can't tonight.  Helping @ Yugi's.*

Something in his chest felt like it plummeted.  This was not part of the plan.

*I'm asking you on a date.*

*Yeah, but I already promised.*

Kaiba was never petulant, but this change in plans had him as frustrated as a child told it can't have a new toy.

*I wasn't giving a suggestion.*

*Don't be like this.  We can do it 2morrow.*

Kaiba inhaled slowly, willing himself to calm down.

*You had better be here.  Tell Yugi he's interfering with my attempts to be romantic.*

*Not gonna do that, but thx.  C u 2morrow.*

Kaiba shut off his phone and turned back to his computer.  Fine.  He would just get more work done.

It was midnight when Jounouchi arrived at the mansion, carrying a bag of takeout.  Isono let him in, and Jounouchi made his way up to Kaiba's home office.  He found Kaiba still working, the glow from his computer the only light in the room.

Jounouchi flicked the lights on.  Kaiba blinked as if coming out of a trance, and squinted over at him.  "I thought you said you couldn't be here until tomorrow."

"Well, it's technically tomorrow," Jounouchi said.  He held up the bag.  "I figured your people were done for the night.  So, what are we doing?"

Kaiba stretched in his chair, his back popping in three places, before he stood.  "The roof.  I thought you might enjoy watching the stars."

Jounouchi smiled.  "Sounds great, Kaiba.  Very romantic."

"I try," Kaiba said, dryly, although there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice.  He had tried, very much.

Jounouchi caught that and held out his hand.  "Well, c'mon, then.  Lead the way."

[theatreducation]

Malest Theatre Critic

Best Unoriginal Score

Sweatiest Dance Belt

Horniest Orchestra

Most Disappointing Onstage Nudity

Best Lighting of a Stage-Door Selfie

Best Ill-Conceived Revival of a Racist Musical

Best Cool New Play Based on a Dumb Old Play

Best Musical Based on a Book, Movie, or Trending Hashtag

Best Orchestration of a Scheme to Sneak Out at Intermission

Best Standing Ovation for a Famous Actress Just for Being Famous

Best British Musical Smuggled into the U.S. Inside a Prosthetic Leg

Best Scathing Review Refashioned by Press Agents into a Rave Marquee Quote

Best Usher Who Doesn’t Take Shit from Nobody and Isn’t About to Start Today

Best New Play Bravely Written and Directed by White People About Another Culture

Special Tony Award for Lifetime Achievement in Ticket Scalping, Sponsored by StubHub

Best Sound Design of a Patron’s Cell Phone Ringing During the Emotional Climax of a Play

Best YouTube Comment Complaining About the Shaky Camerawork of a Bootleg Video

Best Gritty, Stripped-Down Revival of a Musical that Leaves No Fanciful Frippery to Conceal Its Glaring Flaws

Best Featured Actor Who Seems Like He Might Be a Serial Killer—I Don’t Know, It’s Just Something About His Creepy Vibe

Best Leading Actress in a Musical Who Frequently “Forgets” to Bring Her Wallet to the Restaurant Between Performances

Best Career Ensemble Dancer Phoning It in Until He Finishes Paying for His Kid’s School and Can Retire and Give His Poor Knees a Break

Best Sixteen-Dollar Cocktail in a Plastic Sippy Cup Filled with Ice That Clatters Like a Rattle, Giving the Drinker the Appearance of an Alcoholic Baby

Best Revival of a Play About a White Family in Their White Living Room Talking About Their White Problems That Has Never Been More Timely and Relevant

Best Featured Actress Sobbing on the Floor of the Public Bathroom at the Times Square Marriott Marquis Hotel as She Posts on Instagram About Living Her #BestLife

Best Taxi Driver Who Lays on the Horn When Driving Through the Theatre District Just for the Thrill of It

Best Choreography of a Row of Patrons Half-Standing, Pulling in Their Knees, and Shifting to the Side to Allow a Latecomer to Squeeze by After the Play Has Already Begun

Best Leading Actor on a Phone Call with His Mother Pretending He Isn’t Upset When She Asks If He’s Ever Going to Quit This Theatre Thing and Get a Real Job

Best Direction by a Woman—Just Kidding, This Category Will Be Replaced by a Montage from “Annie II: Hip-Hop Don’t Stop (Singing About 2morrow) Featuring D.J. Daddy Big Buckz”

Best New Play by a Genius Woman Playwright Who Has Been Working Steadily in the Industry for a Billion Years and Should Have Had Her Broadway Début Decades Ago; What Took You People So Freaking Long

Best Mom Between the Ages of Forty-five and Sixty-five Whose Full-Price Ticket Purchases Keep the Precariously Balanced Commercial-Theatre Industry from Collapsing Like the House of Cards That It Is, Whose Taste Dictates the Shows That Succeed, Who Can’t Understand Why She Is Bombarded with Broadway-Related E-mails Despite Constantly Unsubscribing from Them

Actual Best Musical that Makes You Laugh, Cry, Tap Your Toes, Hum Along, See the Human Experience from a New Perspective, and Feel Deep Emotions Stirring Inside You That Had Been Dormant for Years Because That Is the Power of Good Musical Theatre and Don’t You Forget It

Best Sound Design?