#might include some stickers I have left over too
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the-universal-sun · 2 days ago
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little lee being scared/having a phobia of the doctors? your stories are such a comfort to me and i have a doctors appointment tomorrow 🙁
Oh no! I hope your Doctor’s appointment goes well! I have one on Tuesday :/. Thank you for your request! I had fun writing it! I hope you enjoy reading it, though it’s less phobia than you might have wanted! TW: mention of needles, bloodwork, and medicine
As always, I’m open to helpful comments and feedback! But also just to talk if you need to! I hope every one has a good day!
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“Stanley Caryn Pines get out from under those covers right this instant.” Ford’s voice was stern, having tried to get Stan to leave to room for nearly half an hour now. His patience with his brother, usually so endless, was running thin. It was awful that they had to do this on a day when Stan was regressed-but then again, neither of them could control when his brother felt small or not.
“Mmmm-No! No Doctor-no!” Came a muffled shout from under the blanket, a figure huddled underneath it for protection and safety. Safety from the scary doctors and needles and icky icky medicine. Stanford was trying to make him see a doctor and let them steal his blood! He needs his blood, doesn’t his brother know that? How could he betray Stan like this?
“It’s just to make sure you’re fine before we go traversing the seas! I had to do it, so you do you! We don’t need either of us getting sick or running out of medicine when we’re weeks away from land, that’s dangerous. Life threatening even!” If Ford could change the day of this appointment he could, he knows Stan’s terrified of doctors, he always has been, but to see him to scared when little? Beyond his annoyance, it brings an ache to his chest. He hates being the one to do this, feeling like he’s betraying his brother to the highest degree again, but they have no choice. They’re leaving in a month and this was the only appointment they could get in for Stan. The next available slot is in February. How, Ford doesn’t know, Gravity Falls only has a population of around 1,000 people, give or take, and he seriously doubts all of them are seeing the Doctor every day. Then again, there’s only one Doctor, and while he was thorough, he was questionable in his bedside manner and execution of his physical. But, alas, this is the day of his brother’s appointment, and he will make Stan go.
Ford’s train of thought is cut off by the sound of a muffled whine-one promising tears if Stan isn’t consoled soon. He sigh, moving to sit beside his brother’s blanket clad body, resting his hand on his back and just patting softly, trying to think of some soothing words to ease his Little Lee’s mind. Because he still needs him to go to the appointment, but he’d rather not do it with the other man kicking and screaming. And crying, no doubt. After a few minutes of silence and some stolen glances at a clock in the corner, Ford finds the words to hopefully calm Stan down.
“Lee, I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you go, I hate to see you so scared, but I have to-“ another whine cuts in and Ford lowers his head until his brow is touching the back of his brothers head, “I know, I know. It was hard for me, too, after 30 years of taking care of myself. But I want us to be safe and healthy for our adventures on the Stan O’ War, and that includes bloodwork and medicine.” He sighs, changing his hand from patting his brother’s back to rubbing it, thinking through his next words. “How about this, Lee, you stay for 30 minutes, and not only can you get a whole roll of fun stickers, we can go get lunch at the reopened Greasy’s, is that a deal?” Ford hopes Stan takes this deal, he loves stickers and Greasy’s diner. While they have an abundant amount of stickers left over from Mabel, Greasy’s just opened yesterday after having been closed since Weirdmaggedon-it’s been a month and a half since Stan’s had food from his favorite diner, he’s been itching for it.
“Gweasy’s?” Stan popped his head out, voice muffled from chewing on his shirt, which Ford promptly pulls out from his mouth. Stan loves Greasy’s, and he’s been wanting it for so long, maybe 39 minutes isn’t so bad if he can get a treat. But stealing his blood, hmm….he’s still not sure, the needles are bound to be big and scary, and while Stan is a super brave boy, he doesn’t know if he’s brave enough for that. Stanford must have read his mind, because he offers another bribe-that’s what they are after all, Stan knows all about bribes-one that has him far more interested than stickers.
“And we can go to Portland for the USS Blueback Submarine tour.” And Stan’s in. He’s been wanting to see the Blueback for ever! For ages, even, but he’s never been able too-not enough free time or anybody to watch the Shack. Or anyone to watch him, knowing how the excitement might make him regress, and he can’t do that by himself when in public. That’s bad, bad, bad and seems very scary. But if Ford’s with him and it happens, he’ll be safe and Ford can show his scary dog face to anyone who’s mean to him! Stan scrambles out of his bed and races towards the door, he’s got to go now so they can hurry and see the submarine!
“Slow your roll, Lee. You need to get dressed and ready first, that means dentures in and dressed in pants and a shirt with your hair brushed.” Ford pulls him to a stop, making him stand still before going to his dresser for clothes. Oh, guess Stan forgot to get dressed today, he’s still in his icky and itchy big Adult pajamas. Which he quickly shucks off, holding his arms out for Ford to help him get dressed. His brother laughs when he turns and sees Stan like that, but when he whines and bounces, Sixer quickly gets to pulling the shirt over his head.
“Okay now. All dressed, dentures in?” Stan smiles widely, his new dentures shining, “Perfect! Let’s go!” It doesn’t really hit Stan until they’re walking to his car that he’s going to the Doctors office and he’s going to get poked and prodded at. He freezes, stiffening up and clutching his arms, his body beginning to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet. Are his brother’s bribes really worth it? What if the doctor is mean or-or the needles are huge and take all his blood? Can he really do it? He wishes he could bring-A touch to his shoulder startled Stan out of his thoughts, Stanford looking at Stan with the most gentle look he’s ever seen. Well, if he’s here with Stan, maybe he could do this.
Stanley gasps as Ford presses Shanklin 2 into his hands, clutching the stuffed toy tightly as Ford leads him into the back seat and buckles him in. “I figured your friend would get much too scared waiting here for you, Lee, so he’s coming with us so you can teach him to be brave. Can you do that, Lee?” It’s a low blow almost, but by the way Stan resolutely nods and puts on his best brave face, Ford knew it had worked. For now at least, they’ll see how it goes when he gets blood drawn-he did request a butterfly needle for Stan, so hopefully he’s not as scared when he sees it’s not the thick needles they had as children. “I’m going to be right there with you, too, Lee. I won’t be going anywhere. I might need you to hold my hand if I get scared. If that’s alright with you?” He laughs at his brother’s stern nodding. That’s Stan for you, always willing to be a rock for his brother, his own feelings aside.
Ford buckled himself in, adjusting the mirror before turning on the radio, some old blues music softly playing from it as he slowly backs out onto the paved road. Internally he hopes, glancing back at Stan softly bobbing his head and rubbing Shanklin 2’s tail, that Stan forgets about the Greasy’s promise; the food there gives him such a stomach ache.
Stan does not forget about Greasy’s
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provokedgoalie · 1 year ago
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I'm thinking of doing a giveaway for hockey cards 🤔
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changesforminnesota · 2 months ago
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Molly’s Cracker Jack Collection
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Cracker Jack was a popular caramel popcorn and peanut food and every box came with a prize. Molly loved to collect and trade small toys from inside these boxes. Open the Cracker Jack Box and help Molly eat the pretend popcorn. She keeps her growing collection in an old cigar box. It includes two marbles, a ring, two tiny animals, a World War II airplane and three paper toys.
Details about Cracker Jack and how I made the collection under the cut.
What are Cracker Jack prizes?
Cracker Jack is a caramel coated popcorn and peanut mix that was first sold around 1896. It is a staple of American baseball games and other sporting events. It’s even mentioned in the song that plays at every baseball game, “Take Me Out to the Ballgame”, written in 1908: “Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don’t care if I never get back”. 
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Cracker Jack started giving prizes in their boxes in 1912, and throughout most of the century, these prizes were highly collectable among kids. Most of the prizes are plastic animals and other trinkets, as well as many paper or cardboard items like games and collectible cards. Some even included tiny books or flipbooks or dollhouse furniture. It’s fascinating to look through the years and see how things changed, from metal to plastic, the different pop culture references, the war years, et cetera.
Frito-Lay bought the company in 1997 and changed all of the prizes to flat things like tattoos, stickers, and jokes. Not the same experience at all–that’s what I remember from growing up. And now they don’t even include anything but a QR code for an online game.
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Research
To make Molly’s collection, I looked through the 1940s pages of a collector’s guide on Internet Archive to get a sense of what was available at the time. I took some things from the 1930s and 1950s too. I printed out some of the flat games and collected other items based on what I could find in a teeny tiny scale–these toys were already really small so it was hard to find things that are small on an American Girl scale. I also did some searching about how kids collected these, and someone said they were often kept in old cigar boxes, which might not be PC enough for PC, but I liked the idea so I made a cigar box out of a fancy cardboard jewelry box I had. (more on collecting and trading below).
I have ideas to add more prizes, like printing out movie star trading cards and coming up with a way to make pins–I’m picturing something like the doll Grin Pins. 
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Molly Lore (head-canon)
I can imagine Molly trading away all of the warplane cards and toys to her brother Ricky for dollhouse furniture, jewelry, animals, movie star items, and so on. There were, unsurprisingly, tons of planes and other war items in Cracker Jack in the 1940s. It seemed like Molly was always getting planes and Ricky was always getting stupid doll furniture! They both liked the games, though. Molly and Ricky gave any leftover prizes they didn’t want to Brad. 
One day Jill decided she was “too mature” for Cracker Jack and gave her collection to Molly, which was more annoying than it should have been, because there’s something kind of not fun about suddenly getting things all at once that you’ve been collecting slowly. Molly invited Susan and Linda over to pick through Jill’s collection, each girl choosing one thing at a time until it was divvied up. At least sharing with her best friends and not keeping it all to herself made it a little more fun. 
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Resources:
This collector’s guide was instrumental in my research. It both gave me specific ideas and a general sense of the experience and patterns of the prizes. There were a few telling editorial remarks like this one about Barrettes on page 127: “Left a lot to be desired if a little boy got it. (Then again, I’m sure that many a little girl was disappointed to get a “war” prize).” This is what gave me the image of Ricky and Molly trading their prizes and both of them being happy about it!
https://archive.org/details/crackerjacktoysc0000whit
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Another resource I used was this selling website:
Although the search function is pretty awful, it is good for scans of paper prizes. 
Here is the google doc I used to collect the pictures I wanted to print in what seemed an appropriate size: https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/196ByHxFQ8G21VbtBmT5H2ZCmigQnAYsUfbzru0buivM/edit?usp=sharing 
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gazetto-no-ki · 24 days ago
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2024.12.05 Ruki IG stories:
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(1) Feel free to ask questions or chat every once in a while 👽🔥
(2) Ruki Update. The sample stickers are so cute, I had to stick one on. Might edit them and release them someday. 🤲
(3) Ruki Update, Part 2. Surrounded by the best staff, we had a great photoshoot. 👏 This story is a long one, so I’ll post about it in the future. 📨📮
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(4) Look forward to lots of things in December, too! 🔥
On Twitter: "Just now, I opened up my Instagram stories for some questions and casual chat after a long time. Let me hear what you think 👨‍🚀📨"
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1) Q: What kind of work have you been doing lately?
A: I’ve been working on music production, next year’s tour merchandise, and things beyond that. I’ve also been continuously working on NIL since summer. Right now, I feel like staying active rather than resting brings more fruitful results, and above all, it keeps my mind feeling healthy. 🍁
2) Q: Have you been anywhere on a walk recently?
A: In the second half of this year, I’ve often taken the time to visit various places.🚶 There were many memorable spots, so I’ll make another post about them before the year ends. 📨📮
3) Q: Have you been to any art museums recently?
A: There’s one I want to go to, but it hasn’t started yet. It’s something I’m really looking forward to.🖼️ If you have any recommendations, let me know 🙌
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4) Q: Do you ever feel like you have the “professional disease”?
[Background image is from Chainsaw Man manga chapter 180 and reads "Uh-oh. It's almost time. This is it. I'm losing it. I'm going crazy, so you can disappear now"]
A: Pretty much my whole life.
5) Q: Do you think you'll get another pup?
A: No, I can't. I still haven't been able to throw away his bed. One of my goals is to completely change the interior of my house next year.
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6) Q: Thank you for the story mentioning letters. You even included Hong Kong—thank you so much. It made me really happy.
A: I’m truly happy and grateful to receive letters from all over the world. I spent hours reading them. Please feel free to send more! 📮
7) Q: I'm looking forward to the new NIL products ♪ What will they be?
A: This year, I couldn’t switch out my wardrobe with the seasons, so I made items I want to wear right now. I also didn’t get a chance to change my interior decor, so I created things that can easily change the atmosphere and vibe of a home. Additionally, I wanted to capture "my current self," in a tangible way, so I completely shifted my mindset during the design process. It ended up being meaningful for me personally, and I felt happiness in being able to preserve it in this form. This was my 11th production overall. I’ll share more about it in a post later! 📮
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8) Q: Thanks to my husband, I’ve become completely hooked ♡ I recently joined HERESY, and in March, I’ll be attending my first live show.
A: Just about a month and a half left until I get to see you all. Please tell everyone I look forward to seeing you in March😎
9) Q: What’s your current motivation for living?
A: You guys. This will never change, so don’t make me say it over and over again. 🤝🙆‍♂️
10) Q: It’s hard to recognize the moments when your heart regains its strength, isn’t it? But just breathing makes everyone amazing and a genius.
A: Even if you know it in your head, we’re not robots, it’s natural for emotions to have ups and downs. 🤝 There are no numbers written on your face telling you how much energy you have today, your age, your weight, or anything like that. That’s why I hope you don’t worry too much about what other people think and instead cherish the time you spend enjoying the things you love. This year, I’ve felt that it’s important to prioritize that for myself as well. Let’s make the most of the remaining month together and have wonderful days ahead. 🍁
On Twitter:
"I answered a few questions, but why do I keep getting asked about my favorite miso soup and oden ingredients? 🍲"
"Thank you for sharing what you're working hard on or what you're struggling to overcome. I’ll find time to respond to all of them and I plan to save it in my highlights."
"It's about time I get back to work 👨‍🚀"
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11) Q: Ruki-san, let's go for a Harley ride lol
A: Rather than that, let's make glasses together again lol 🤝 inari_tsuchiya
12) Q: How do you deal with people whose personalities don’t align with yours?
A: Looking back, I’ve somehow managed to climb to a position where I don’t have to interact with such people. Even so, when I must engage with people in those environments, I try to respect them, thinking they probably have many sides I don’t know about. But I still keep a certain distance and avoid getting too close. Also, to put it simply, I don’t have the time to think about people I don’t get along with.
13) Q: I’m moving at a snail’s pace, but once I’m mentally ready, I will definitely go to another live show.
A: I’ll always be waiting for you. I’ve also received a lot of messages asking, “When is the world tour?” That’s definitely something I want to make happen in the near future. Come see me, because I’ll be coming to see you too🏃
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russolaw · 6 months ago
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Model Daniel/Musician Johnny
Because the door was unlocked and he'd been there several times the last month and a half, Daniel thought nothing of walking right into the house, where he found Johnny in his bedroom (actually the living room because Kreese, the band's ex manager, would not let them buy the three bedroom house and forced Johnny to make a room for himself on the first floor) packing boxes. Their new house had three bedrooms. Johnny was gonna have his own room.
"What do you want?" Johnny asked, barely glancing as he cumbled up some papper and tossed it in a trashcan a few feet away. "Shouldn't you be at that party, schmoozing it up?"
Daniel shut the door behind him turned the lock, casually walked to the bed (pull out couch) and lied down, arms behind his head. "Nah. Got tired of the crappy music and drunk people. Jimmy was hitting on Zendaya when I left." Daniel never wanted to go in the first place, but he promised the photographer that invited him he'd make an appearence. His manager, Mr. Miyagi, didn't mind that he was only there for an hour. It was enough.
"Like anything would happen between them," Johnny replied with a roll of his eyes. He picked up what looked like a business card. His jaw clenched and he sniffed. Daniel guessed it was Kreese's, his name in small print shining silver underneath rhe large "Gold Entertainment". Johnny said him and the rest of the Cobra Boys were happy at Lotus Agency United now, but despite the way Kreese was, they'd been with him for awhile. There might always be a part of them that would miss him. Johnny ripped it up into pieces and let them flutter to the floor.
"Hey, get out of my bed, LaRusso."
He grinned. "Come over here and make me."
While they were long past the point of violence (he still couldn't believe this blond hotheaded lunatic was his friend), there was still the memories of Johnny's punches and kicks, so Daniel assumed his smart remark would earn some kind of assault. However, Johnny silently got up and lied next to him. They both looked up at the ceiling, at the water stains and star stickers.
"You takin' those with you to the new house?"
"No. Tommy already bought a bunch more."
"Real ones are better. You should go take a gander at them sometime."
"You asking me out, Danielle?"
Yes. No. Maybe. Was he?
"Depends. You good with a pizza and movie first?"
Faster than Daniel could blink, Johnny sat on Daniel's thighs, one leg on either side of them. Daniel stared, wide eyed,as Johnny lifted his shirt up to show off his chest.
"Yeah sure. Maybe you'd rven get lucky."
Hesitantly, Daniel reach out a hand. Johnny smirked and grabbed his wrist, brought the hand ulp to his chest. Daniel swallowed and squeezed one of his pecs. "Wow," he breathed.
This wasn't an unexpected development. Most people, some of Daniel's friends included, insisted there was some tension between them, even back when they couldn't stand each other.
"Real glad you're here," Johnny said, bending down to kiss Daniel. He ground their hips together, and Daniel groaned as Johnny started to unbutton his shirt.
⭐️
"You hungry?" Johnny asked, shaking Daniel, who was in trance, focused on the stars.
"I guess." His clothes were back on. Underwear most likely on backwards. Pants unzipped, unbottoned, unbuckled. Johnny's hair was a mess. He watched the blond as he walked into the kitchen, noticing a slight limp..
"Most of the stuff is packed away. But we got microwavable popcorn. And beer. Maybe a movie on my laptop."
"Yeah, sure." He eyed the guitar resting on the couch they used as an actually couch. "How 'bout a song, too? You have a decent voice."
Johnny followed his gaze to the guitar. "Want me to sing the song I wrote you?"
Daniel sat up, jaw hanging open. "You what?"
"You’re too easy, Daniel," Johnny laughed. He threw the bag into the microwave and turned it on. Getting the beers from the fridge, he jumped on the bed next to Daniel, sat crosslegged and handed one off to him. He gave Daniel a sweet peck on the mouth that got hus heart racing. "Play your cards right and maybe I'll like you enough to write you a song."
"Sounds like a challenge. How's this: you and me next Friday at seven. I'll pick you up and take you to an Italian place near Mr. Miyagi's."
"Oh, what a gentleman."
"I want that song, doll."
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sweetcomicval · 24 days ago
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𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 | 𝐉𝐉𝐇
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pairing: jeong jaehyun x fem!reader song choice: all i want for christmas is you - mariah carey word count: 1.4 k PEACH & PINE MASTERPOST
The afternoon sun was shining softly through the windows, filling the living room with a cozy warmth. Jaehyun and Teo were curled up on the couch, watching a Christmas special. 
During a scene where children were writing letters to Santa, Teo tilted his head, intrigued. He turned to Jaehyun. “Dad, what are they writing?” he asked, pointing to the TV.
Jaehyun glanced down at his son, a soft smile on his face. “They’re writing letters to Santa. It’s how kids let Santa know what they want for Christmas,” he said. “They tell him about all the things they’re wishing for and what they love about Christmas.”
"Can I write one too?" Teo asked, practically bouncing on the couch, his eyes shining with anticipation. “Of course, Teo! That’s a great idea,” Jaehyun replied, chuckling as he pinched Teo’s cheek. The thought of Teo writing his first Christmas letter warmed his heart. 
Teo clapped his hands, but just then, a thought crossed his mind, and his face fell. “But… I don’t know how to write a letter,” he mumbled, his excitement fading. “And we don’t have any stickers left. I don’t want my letter to be boring!”
Jaehyun pretended to think deeply, tapping his chin. “Hmm... sounds like we might need a trip to the store for that, huh? But don’t worry, Teo. Mommy and I will help you; it’d be impossible for your letter to be boring.”
Teo jumped off the couch, his grin spreading wide. “Yes! We’ll get lots of stickers! And Christmas paper!” he said, bouncing around the room, his mind racing with ideas.
Jaehyun laughed, standing up and reaching for their jackets. “Alright then, let’s go get everything we need. We can get as many stickers as you want.” Teo dashed to put on his shoes. “Will you and Mommy write a letter too?” he asked, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. Jaehyun laughed as they headed for the door. “Sure, baby.”
Not long after, they arrived at a craft store a few miles from home. The bright colors of the aisles caught Teo’s attention immediately. His eyes sparkled at the rows of stickers and holiday paper. Jaehyun, meanwhile, stopped at a display of wrapping paper and gift bags and tossed some into his basket—just in case you might need them.
Teo frowned, looking up at Jaehyun. “Daddy, why are we getting those? I thought Santa would bring the presents,” he asked, confused.
Jaehyun blinked, caught a little off guard by the question. He scratched his head, searching for the right words. “Uh, well… Santa’s super busy, so he mainly gets presents for kids,” he said, hoping it sounded convincing. “We grown-ups have to help him out and make sure everyone feels included during Christmas, you know? Get something for Grandpa and Grandma!”
“And for Bomi!” Of course Teo would not forget his grandparents’ dog. Jaehyun smiled, appreciating Teo’s considerate nature. “Yes, Bomi as well.”
When they pulled into the driveway, they spotted you getting out of the car. Teo rolled down the car window and yelled, “Mommy!”
You grabbed your purse and went to get Teo out of the car, looking at him with a bright smile. “Hey, where were you?”
Teo beamed up at you, his excitement bubbling over. “At the store! We’re going to write our letters to Santa!”
Jaehyun offered to make some tea while you and Teo sat at the dining table. Teo started to show you all the things he and Jaehyun purchased earlier. “Daddy said you’re going to write a letter too, Mommy!”
You smiled, a bit astounded by the idea. “Oh! I’d love to write a letter to Santa!” you said, feeling a little nostalgic. You couldn’t even remember the last time you wrote one. Jaehyun walked over with a tray, smiling as he watched the two of you. “I always had so much fun writing letters to Santa when I was a kid,” he said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
“What did you ask for?” Teo asked, his eyes wide. “A bicycle or a scooter, I think,” Jaehyun replied, chuckling at the memory. “But the best part was telling Santa all about my year.”
You nodded in agreement. “Writing to Santa is special, Teo. It’s a way of expressing yourself.” Teo looked up at you, a worried expression on his face. “But, Mommy, how do I write a letter?”
You smiled at him reassuringly. “We’re going to help you! And you can draw if you want—Santa will definitely understand.”
Jaehyun leaned in, smiling at Teo with his dimples. “And Santa has a team of elves who help him. They understand letters from kids all over the world. Just write from your heart, and it will be fine.”
After a while of working on your letters, Teo set his pencil down and exclaimed, “I’m done! What about you?” he asked, looking between you and Jaehyun. You both nodded, smiling. “All done,” Jaehyun said.
“I’ll go first!” Teo blurted out. He cleared his throat dramatically before starting. “Dear Santa, I hope you like my drawings. This one’s Mommy, Daddy, and me decorating the tree. And this is me making snow angels; I love the snow! And for Christmas, I’d like a piano so I can play like Daddy. Thank you, 정 Teo.” He proudly added his name at the bottom, his last name carefully written in Korean.
“It’s beautiful, baby! You did a great job!” You smiled widely and clapped softly at him. “Santa’s going to love all the colors, Teo! You made it really special.” Jaehyun said, leaning over to pinch his cheek. “Who’s next?” 
“Mommyyy! It’s your turn!” Teo said, smiling at you. You chuckled and held up your letter, ready to share your wishes.
“Okay, here goes,” you started. “Dear Santa, I hope you, the elves, and the reindeer are doing well at the North Pole! We’re loving this Christmas and can’t wait to celebrate. My wish is for this year to have a joyful time with my family and for every kid to have a wonderful Christmas. Thank you for all your work and magic!”
When you finished, Teo clapped his hands. “That was so nice, Mommy! Now it’s Daddy’s turn.” Teo looked at Jaehyun expectantly.
Jaehyun smiled and cleared his throat playfully. “Dear Santa, this year has been great. I’ve loved watching my son grow and learning how to be a better dad. I wish for my family to stay happy and healthy. And if you could bring me a new guitar, that’d be great too! I promise to keep making music for my family and Czennies. Love, Jay.”
Now that you all read your letters, you helped Teo carefully place them in envelopes, decorating each one with colorful stickers. “How will Santa get our letters?” Teo asked, looking up at you and Jaehyun with curiosity.
“We can put them in our tree! It’ll be like a portal to the North Pole!” you suggested, trying to convince Teo of your bright idea. ”Really, Mom?!” Teo asked, his eyes wide with wonder.
Jaehyun chuckled as he watched you two. “Of course it is; let’s do it!
The three of you gathered by the Christmas tree, each holding your letters. The twinkling lights reflected off the ornaments, casting a warm, magical glow on your faces. It felt like a Christmas movie, and you couldn’t help but smile.
Later that night, you and Jaehyun tucked Teo into bed, the warmth of the evening still lingering in the air. You watched him drift off to sleep, a peaceful smile on his face. In a moment of playfulness, Jaehyun leaned over and whispered, “He’s so cute; don’t you think we should make some more cute babies?” You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at the thought, but before you could fully react, he added with his smile that makes you melt, “Imagine a girl with your eyes and pretty face. And my dimples, of course.”
You couldn’t deny the appeal of the idea, but you gently caressed Jaehyun’s cheeks and said, “Maybe, but let’s focus on the one we have for now.”
The two of you shared a knowing smile, united in your silent promise to cherish and protect the little family you’ve built. You both had been touched by Teo’s innocent belief in the magic of Christmas, and you were determined to keep that wonder alive for him as long as you could.
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a/n: our christmas letters are on the way! putting the letter on the tree is a tradition in my country so i decided to include it here 🎄 once again, the divider is by @enchanthings 💌
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whinlatter · 2 years ago
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think (harry/ginny) | a microfic
day 13 of @hinnymicrofic | prompt: think
He showers quick, tries to scrub the train off him. Snorts at the sight of Vernon’s large bottle of hair-thickening shampoo. Having stared at his uncle’s head all the way back from London, he reckons Vernon’s due a refund.
There's some lurid deodorant of Dudley's - hair gel, too, looks cheap and shit. He feels a stab of pity for whichever poor girl his cousin’s trying to scrub up for these days. Dudley trying to pull, he thinks with a laugh, Christ. But thoughts of pulling lead to thoughts of girls, which lead, inevitably, to thoughts of Ginny.
He shoves the hair gel back on the shelf. Adds Dudley pulling to the don’t think about it list he’d started making on the train, somewhere around the Cumbrian border, when Ron had offered him a Caramel Kappa, Ginny’s favourite, and he’d wanted to throw up all over the chess board.
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The Dursleys had waited all of two seconds after he’d slammed the car boot shut before speeding off to dinner at some miserable gastropub off the M3. Suits him fine, wants to be alone. He stabs a fork through the plastic film of his ready-meal, makes sure to puncture the yellow reduced sticker Petunia's left on for his benefit, and watches the bright white of the mashed potato atop the shepherd’s pie whirling around in the microwave. 
You know, it’s made from real shepherd, he’d said to Ginny once. That’s such a dad joke, she’d said, and he’d said I wouldn’t know and she’d said Potter you get one dead dad joke a day and you already used today’s up at breakfast. Shepherd’s pie is on the don’t think about it list, then, he thinks, just before he burns his fingers sliding the ready meal onto a tray. Probably best add cottage pie, too, same idea. Maybe all savoury pies, play it safe.
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He flops down on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, eats straight from the hot plastic as he flicks through channels. The nine o'clock news is all budget this, Hong Kong that, Tim Henman out at Wimbledon. The nine o’clock news is not Dumbledore's dead, Snape murdered him, there’s a war on, Harry Potter's dropped out of school to go hunt bits of Voldemort's dismembered soul. 
Dropped out of school, he thinks. Scandalous, delinquent. What d'you reckon? he asks the Ginny in his head. Harry Potter, troubled dropout? Do anything for you? The Ginny in his head laughs. It’d be fun if she were here, he thinks, curled up next to him on this ugly sofa, taking the piss out of Petunia’s cushion covers and Dudley’s wrestling trophies. Imagines taking her up to his bedroom, pointing out the lamp Dobby whacked himself around the head with. But then the Ginny in his head looks at him and says I never really gave up on you and I knew this would happen in the end, and it all bursts, shatters into a hundred dusty pieces.
He chucks the rest of the meal in the bin, adds dropping out of school to the stupid list. Might as well add the budget, Hong Kong and Tim Henman, why not.
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Turns off the telly, goes upstairs and lies on his bed, fully-clothed, staring up at the ceiling, because on the walk from the living room to his bedroom the list has expanded to include his trunk (train, Hogwarts, Ginny), his jumper (still smells a bit like her on the left arm, pathetic), and Hedwig (how does it feel knowing your owl prefers me, Potter?).
He stares out of the window for a while, eyes next door's new extension, which sort of works - ugly nothing suburbia - until he remembers the twins and Ron at the window in a flying Ford Anglia, zooming him off to the Burrow where a little red headed girl is blushing and sticking her elbow in the butter dish and god, this really is shit, isn't it, they weren't lying. She knew then, of course she did. He's never been good at thinking of nothing, has he, and he's thought about her as he falls asleep every day since about October, so what chance does he have now?
He's dreading the dreams the most, knows they'll be unbearable. Almost hopes he dreams of lockets and green light and dead headmasters. Can't be worse than bright brown eyes, freckles on a bottom lip (how do you even get freckles on your bottom lip, Gin? Don't be jealous of my freckles, Potter, just because your skin's so boring), the smell of her hair (what do you mean my hair smells? What is that supposed to mean? Why are you laughing?) and the sound of her laugh and her gasps and the sound of her breathing, soft, lying beside him under the cloak on the lakeshore. Looking down under the table at dinner, seeing her thigh next to his on the bench, hand on his knee, body drawn to his, magnets, magic.
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When he wakes groggily the next day - crick in his neck, still in his jeans - his first thought is: he's overslept. He’s missed Ginny on her way down to breakfast, going to be late for Potions, fucked it.
But no, of course not. There’s no Ginny, no breakfast, no Potions. Might still have fucked it, though, who's to say. Don't, he tells himself, as he heads for the bathroom to scrub the night off him, just don't think about it.
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vulpesverda · 1 year ago
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I'm sure you were referring to my Kayn Making Food for the Group headcanons, but I think this would be more fun to do a headcanon post about the kinds of pranks he'd pull on all of the members. I'm also a menace who loves giving myself extra work, lmao
Prank Master Aphelios
Content: No Warnings 》 SFW 》 Alune Included
Requests: Currently Open
Masterlist
K'Sante
We all know about Aphelios replacing K'Sante's protein powder with flour, right? KNOWING this man eats that shit DRY? Evil. And I love it. On top of that, I like to imagine Phel changes the lock and homescreens on K'Sante's tablet to just... really weird shit. Obscure memes. Sometimes ones he's made himself. Ones he's made about K'Sante. How did he get the pass code. K'Sante doesn't know. K'Sante does not have the power to stop him. Someone help this man.
Sett
Pranking Sett is both so easy and so difficult. It's so easy to get a big emotional reaction out of him... but there are some pranks that will just fly right over his head. But I think Phel's favorite thing to do is gaslight this motherfucker. Tell him fake facts knowing that Sett is gonna repeat it later and look silly. And when Sett is like "Phel told me that! It's true!", Phel is like "I did not say that, where did you hear that".
Yone
You might be thinking, "If anyone were to be free of his shenanigans, it's got to be Yone, right?" And you would be correct. However, no one is free, and therefore Yone suffers. And by "suffers", I mean his cold brew is replaced with decaf. Yone notices. Immediately. He doesnt even have to taste it. He is not happy.
Yone is aware he can just go buy a cold brew, but its the principle of the thing. You don't fuck with a man's coffee, or his morning routine. But Yone can't prove anything, and his coffee is re-replaced as soon as he makes a stink about it, so.
Kayn
Kayn loves to dye his hair, canonically. And if he dyes his hair with any dye that comes in containers like the Arctic Fox hair dye, you bet Phel has intentionally switched around the colors. He bought sticker remover stuff so he could peel off the labels and switch them around undetected, so Kayn opens up his next bottle of pinkish purple dye and ends up with ultramarine or black or green and dumping it directly on his head.
Because let's be honest, I don't imagine Kayn would put that shit in a bowl and apply it with a brush. He's squeezing that bottle on his head and rubbing it in with his hands. And you're lucky if he's using gloves.
Ezreal
Ezreal is an easy one to prank. If Ez leaves his phone alone for even a SECOND, Aphelios is on that shit, hiding it away in his pocket or something so Ez is frantically looking for it. And then he puts it in a spot he KNOWS Ezreal knows he's looked. He gets a really big reaction out of it, too, which is what makes such a low effort prank so worth it. Minimal risk, big reward. If he's lucky, Ezreal might start whining.
Aphelios
Now, dear reader, you may be asking "Why is Aphelios on this list?". And the answer to that question lies in the fact that Aphelios is not even safe from himself. Particularly when he is drunk. I envision drunk Aphelios giggling to himself as he thinks "It would be really funny to piss off sober me", and doing something he knows is going to inconvenience him while hung over. Like rearranging his bedroom furniture in a way that doesn't make sense or is impractical. Or hiding the toilet paper so he has to do the shuffle of shame after his morning shit.
He is a menace, even to himself. I told you no one is free.
Alune
This is her brother. Her brother who loves her, but her brother nonetheless. He's perfected the art of the prank, and she was his unwilling test subject for many, many years. Anything you can think of, he's probably done it to her. There's nothing he can do that would surprise her, at this point. I think he enjoys stealing her hair ties and hiding them somewhere she can't reach. Or hiding all of the left socks in her matching pairs. Anything to inconvenience her just a little bit. And she knows this has the work of the Phae (Phel/Fae) written all over it.
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AN: God I love aphelios. End note.
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blouisparadise · 2 years ago
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Today we have the third part of our hurt/comfort rec list for you! You can find part one here and part two here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.
1) Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn | Explicit | 6,111 words
Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?” Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.” Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is, my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.”
2) Quietly Our Hearts Beat | Explicit | 7,539 words
Note: This fic is locked and can only be ready by AO3 users.
Louis and Harry in the universe of ‘A Quiet Place’.
3) Waiting | Explicit | 10,517 words
Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.
4) All This Delusion In Our Heads | Explicit | 15,088 words
After Harry and Louis break up, they cope with it in very different ways. What will happen when Harry keeps calling his ex over when things go wrong in his life, but Louis just can't take it anymore?
5) Just My Style | Explicit | 15,443 words
Harry is sick, and the only thing that might help him is the pheromones from his mate--problem is, he hasn't got a mate. Louis' just been disowned, and taking part in a medical study where he has to cuddle with some strange alpha seems to be his only option for earning a bit of cash. The hippies and Omega Rights campaigners are busy changing the world--but all Harry wants is a chance to live.
6) How You Sleep At Night | Mature | 15,568 words
The one where Louis thinks he got left because he might be too much to handle, but then Harry appears in his life again.
7) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28,000 words
Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.
8) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28,633 words
Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. On his journey to better himself, he meets Harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.
9) Compass to my Soul | Teen & Up | 31,439 words
Note: This fic does not have smut, but it's omega Louis, so we included it.
Harry Styles, alpha, is 1/4 of the perfect pack, and 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time touring the world with his best friends and family. Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.
10) Stuck On You | Explicit | 33,983 words
Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.
11) A Common Place Affliction | Not Rated | 36,508 words
“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek. “Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis. Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.” Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’
12) To Paint A Symphony | Explicit | 40,583 words
Despite being a wedding painter, Louis has never had quite an optimistic outlook on marriage life. Love, sure, he’s a hopeless romantic and he longs for a sweet partner, to feel adored and cherished, but a part of him will forever doubt that love can last forever, a spark never lasts long, after all, so he paints because strokes of paint can remain forever and unchanged if looked after properly, cared and cherished the way he wished he could be, safe from an unsure future. Harry, on the other hand, as a performer and lyricist, indulges in pleasure. He loves love, never wastes a moment, never hesitates, always so sure of what he wants. Songs come and go on the radio, sometimes forgotten, sometimes transcending generations, the way people leave, and others stay. He never thinks of a future because he only ever lives in the present and he never was egocentric enough to think he could make a real impact and his art could outlive him. At a wedding under summer skies and surrounded by endless sea, two seemingly polar opposite lovers meet, and perhaps one learns to let himself feel and fall, and the other lets himself hope and cling on.
13) Wild Hearts Run Free | Explicit | 42,979 words
Harry is an alpha who is harbouring a dark secret, one that has forced him into self-imposed isolation, far from civilization and far from temptation. Louis is an omega who has fought the predispositions of his secondary gender his whole life and suddenly finds himself cast aside by his beta partner, leaving him to question his place in the world. When fate and Mother Nature conspire to trap the two strangers together, will Harry’s worst fears be proven, or will Louis find a way to break down his walls and lead him into the light?
14) This Glass House | Mature | 43,012 words
While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.
15) Hold Me How the Deep Night Has | Explicit | 48,018 words
Louis Tomlinson needs a change. Stuck in a cycle of going to the job he hates, spending time with his friends, and avoiding the one man he hates most in this world, Louis' in desperate need of something new. So when he discovers an abandoned notebook on the way to work, the decision is easy to take it for himself and begin a journal amidst the empty pages. What can't be expected are the words that appear overnight directly beside his own, written on the same day 400 years in the past. What are the consequences of a magical connection between two men of different centuries? And who, among it all, is the mysterious E who only exists on the other side of Louis' journal?
16) Made For Lovin’ You | Explicit | 52,637 words
The one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate. The one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.
17) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55,778 words
Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference.
18) Untamed Hearts Align | Explicit | 55,795 words
For as long as Louis has known her, Lady Margaret Tomlinson has had two aspirations for the remaining years of her life. The first was to out-dress the Duchess of Kent at every soirée and gathering. The second was to marry off her omega nephew to the most honorable – and highly ranked – alpha suitor she could find. He does not expect for her to arrange a marriage between him and the crown prince, and he certainly does not expect to fall for him. Everything changes when Harry disappears.
19) I’ve Got You | Explicit | 62,988 words
As a reward for saving the king's life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis' hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.
20) You're Umami Baby | Mature | 87,429 words
Harry is a chef who never experienced umami until he meets his new dishwasher, Louis.
21) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words
Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them. Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one. Until two terrible truths are revealed. One, he's adopted. Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers. Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.
22) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113,444 words
Giving up and letting them think they're right were never valid options in Louis Tomlinson's mind. In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.
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staghunters · 9 months ago
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STAGHUNTERS NEOCITIES WEEE
Figured I should make a new post at this point because the other one is getting too long to keep reblogging. I've been tinkering away at the site and it is shaping up! Here's a lil page by page tour under the cut
you can view the site here!
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Splash screen!
It's a little bumper so the css can load without it scrabling the home page. It looks alright, but to add some more text to the image, I have to make a new one in the death screen generator, which is not ideal.
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The home page!
I've changed the middle window so it fits in better with the rest. Not very visually exciting there in terms of color, but it is for now the best look imo. Text there is aligned justified, I've condensed it a bit more and added the randomized quote section underneath it instead of it being a seperate window on the side.
To do list needs an update but is still accurate. The team is still there, but on the other side, I have set the blinkies to be a bit larger. The music player has been removed because I couldn't find a way to add songs to it that weren't included on the source site. Snufkin is here now. The webrings will need some more. Retronaut is there, but not functioning as it should. it just forwards you to random sites in the ring instead of where it should be, but I can't find what exactly I'm doing wrong with the code.
Another thing that is not working on neocities itself is the "last updated" part. For some reason it doesn't display there what it does display on my local html. Maybe a bug at neo.
And icons at the top on the nav par! Adds some more flair to the place. The footer has also received a minor update: it now has a sitemap link instead of another back-to-home url.
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About!
I'm thinking of moving the small window with the short info to the right, but it is here for now. Links that are web-building related are on the right, also for my own referencing. The essentials lists on the left are hidden on load, but can be revealed by tapping the puttons. The lists are in tree-view and the window shouldn't expand over the cassette image once the construction sign is removed. Speaking of, the cassette has a lil playlist.
I might expand on the info a bit more, but that is for me to ponder. I liked including links to tumblr, the guestbook, and a button in case anyone wants to link my site on theirs.
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Writing!
Hasn't really changed much. I've been looking at moving the sidebar info to be in the main section upon load, but idk if that would just make things more complicated. Right now it loads to an empty section there, stuff appears once you click a button. PDF support is only available once I'm a supporter of neocities, which i do wanna do but isn't a priority atm just for getting this part running. The links to ao3 will do just fine for now.
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Journal!
The space for my rambling. It can be browsed by entry through the post-it, and all that seems to be functioning alright. Added a kitty and a sticker for decoration. The Stop Making Sense bumper sticker will now load a local video of the performance, but once again I won't be able to add this to the site until I get a supporter thing going. It plays/pauses on click, hehe.
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Basement!
Decided to add a page for it. Basic info, schedule, link to the room, my letterboxd, and an overview of past movies. It's a nice spot on the site that is also the most cramped, but I like how it turned out.
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BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH
In case any page/url error happens, you can send a movie recommendation to B (their askbox is linked when you open on desktop)
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UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION
The art and other pages are very much works in progress. Art can be up and running once I upload art to the site, but I'm not sure if I want to post full pieces here. Maybe I'll make it a space for sketch stuff that I'd otherwise discard.
As for the other page: I might be filing it under the writing page as a section, since the only thing here is WvW atm. It's cool that it has it's own thing, but I'm not sure if something that is basically a fanfic warrants such a space. That, or I keep it and drop all my other-media stuff in here so there's more to look at.
That's it for now! I got some ideas on how to continue, but they're not super-duper set in stone.
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emeritus-fuckers · 2 years ago
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Match-up event - Jez
(Nyx and I decided to match each other up for lols)
Let's go. I'm twenty, agender (afab), somewhere between bi and pansexual, poly and somewhere under the aromantic umbrella. Don't mind any pronouns in particular. I want one match-up with a human and one with a ghoul (let's see how you handle it babes). I study writing, might pick up a second major in journalism, dunno yet. Theistic satanist. Monsterfucker. Mask kink af.
I'm 164 centimeters tall (I'm not looking it up in feet). I've got a soft tummy and pretty good ass (lmao). You know how I look like, though I am planning to dye my hair blue.
They're not done yet, but I wanna include this anyway: tattoos. I'm not including any that could guide you to a potential result :p
Little cartoon seal on my right arm (for my sister)
Little cartoon panda on my right arm (for my brother)
Spider-Punk emblem on my left shoulder
666 under my left collar bone
A little plague doctor on my right arm
Also planning to get a shit ton of piercings all over my body. (Not just face and ears if you know what i mean), but that's for later. I like getting my nails done, usually to colors are symbolic or just a reference to something.
I usually wear skinny jeans and hoodies with some weird print. I love oversized hoodies, they are like my main source of comfort. I have chains attached to my pants, and I love wearing too many necklaces. I usually have ghearrings (the ghost crosses) in my ears and another one on a chain around my neck. Also wearing a Baphomet (like the goat head in a pentagram) necklace, a pride heart one, a matching besties necklace with Vic and occasionally a choker. I do occasionally do all out, wearing a white dress shirt, black skinny jeans, a leather jacket and the listed jewelry with my favorite rainbow sneakers and round sunglasses. With lots of rings, mostly something skull/plant/occult themed. Always silverish color, never gold. I don't like gold.
Outside from Ghost, I mostly listen to rock and different kinds of metal. And FNaF songs.
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I was a Creepypasta kid. Aside from Polish and English I speak some German and bits of Italian, but very little. I can read most arabic letters (as in I know what sounds they make).
I have lots of different posters on my walls and I have stickers on my furniture because I grew up too fast and I'm catching up on my childhood now. I've got mental issues, including but not limited to autism, ADHD, depression, anxiety, mommy issues and daddy issues. I like calling them my pokemon.
I like writing (though I barely have time for that) and re-watching Total Drama (watched it 8 times just this year) since it manages to keep my attention, something most movies fail to do, which is why I barely watch anything. I get bored very easily. I play the Sims 4 a lot, but I can't build in it for the life of me. I'm amazing at building in the Sims 3. Big fan of Assassin's Creed (I don't like the new ones, though, since it doesn't feel like AC anymore to me). I own many true crime and paranormal activity books, though I can barely read at this point. I like manga, though. Currently collecting the Soul Eater series. I love plushies. I got a new one today. Their name is Pyza. (Yes, they're enby, I even got them a pin)
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I know way more about butterflies than I should. I know lots of useless trivia in general. Most of it disturbing. I'm tired 24/7, but my body either wakes up before 7AM or after 6 hours exactly and it's impossible for me to fall asleep again. My room is usually a mess, but that's okay, so am I.
I'm a total introvert, but I'm also so tired with life I forced myself to become the extrovert of the group. I'm really loud if I like people, although my affection is usually random touches on someone's arms and shoulders with a strange noise. I make noises. A lot.
For some reason, babies love me. Even though I personally dislike children. I love pets, though. All sorts of pets. Cats, dogs, snakes, spiders... Anything. If I can pet it, I want to pet it. I love moths from the attacus family, I mean just look at this gorgeous girl!
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As for my personality, aside from daily mental breakdowns, I'm relatively chill, just... Very unhinged. I talked about Secondo's dick piercings in McDonald's. Compared to the shit I say, Terzo's an angel.
I think that's all. Have fun babes <3 - Jez
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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year ago
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I went to Meow Wolf in Denver today, and because it's themed on a station that leads you to a planet made up of four other planets that smashed into each other because of inter-dimensional whatnot, it got me thinking about some of my sci-fi based aus on this account.
And considering the first place you go to when you get off the elevator is into a local port that kinda reminds me of when Ten took Martha to New Earth, I decided to write something up for my au where the Doctor is traveling with Arthur from Passengers.
Warning: weird alien nonsense, it's not really a safe place but Ten and Arthur can defend themselves, stabbing, Arthur has cool robot spider legs because reasons (gr1d, I'm stealing from you)
On with the fic!
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"Here we go!" The Doctor threw open the doors, grinning as he jumped out of the TARDIS. "Welcome to Port 8!"
Arthur slipped out of the TARDIS and frowned, glancing around at his surroundings. "It's... certainly different from what I'm used to."
The area around them was the complete opposite from Arthur's original home. It was filthy, grungy, someone's laundry was out on display on a clothes line, including a bra with multiple cups for it, and it smelled like something might have died while smoking something strong.
The Doctor shrugged. "It's got its charms! And the best place in all of the galaxy to get street tacos! Oooh, I am very excited to get some of those!"
"I don't eat." Arthur commented.
"I know, but still! And there's a bar I'd like to take you to, I'm sure you'll find it enjoyable to be a snob. Oh, don't look at me like that, Arthur, you know you love being superior."
Arthur did not reply to that, just straightened his bow tie and clicked his metal feet on the street as he walked past the Doctor. "Show me where to go."
The Doctor grinned and shoved his hands into his pockets, walking alongside the android as they passed people of all shapes, sizes, colors, flesh, and appendages. This was a very busy port, one that had quite the doozy of an incident centuries ago where it seemed to have been the subject of a universal one-of-a-kind phenomenon where several planets congealed together into a strange place that left you lost for hours but feeling like you were in a fun house.
And also making you a bit sick from all the neon colors.
Still, the Doctor liked coming here, you could find the most interesting things!
He walked past two aliens who looked oddly like Sularians, before suddenly being yanked into a strange room by the back of his jacket. That was the thing about this place, it had hidden doors all over and if you knew where they were, you knew where they were.
And if you didn't...
Well...
You end up in a situation like this.
The Doctor hissed as he was slammed into a wall, blinking past the paid to see a weird hallway, covered in what looked like thousands of posters and stickers and blinking lights. And red splatters of varying degrees of age.
There was an alien before him, tentacled and slimy, and reminding the Doctor way too much of a nasty one he and Donna had the misfortune of dealing with twice.
"Look, if you think you're gonna get money off me, it's pointless!" The Doctor shrugged. "I don't carry cash on me! Or credit sticks!"
He tried to smile, but that only angered the alien more. "Don't seem like the type not to have credits, or mems."
"Oooh, you can't exactly get those off me, way too many, way too hard to sort through, would upset some of my past selves if we did that." The Doctor completely forgot about mems, or memories, some of the locals used those as currency. It was not always a fun way to pay for things, but if you were low on credits, it helped.
"Someone paradin' around all snazzy in a suit's gotta have somethin' on 'em." The alien snarled, baring blunt teeth that looked like they'd break bones.
"I'm telling you, I- hey! Get your tentacles out of my pockets!" The Doctor shouted, letting out a squeak when he was suddenly grabbed by more tentacles, his arms locked in place, and one slapped across his mouth.
Uhg! Disgusting!
"Shut it, or you won't have ta add to the art here." The alien held up a nasty looking knife with another tentacle.
The Doctor squirmed, trying to free himself. He wondered if Arthur was aware that he was missing, he hoped that Arthur was looking for him. The tentacles in his pockets felt like they were going deeper and deeper, pocket dimension pockets were so helpful, but that still had him worried.
Then they attention was both drawn to the door, where there was a sound, and the Doctor watched as it seemed to move, like someone was trying to tear the secret door from the wall.
And then it was torn right from the wall, with Arthur standing there, and a few startled aliens behind him.
He threw the door out onto the street, getting shouts and warbled complaints from others out of view. He dusted his hands and put them in front of himself. "Excuse me, but what are you doing to my friend?"
"None of your business, get outta here!" The alien yelled.
The Doctor shouted from behind the tentacle, kicking and flailing his legs. The alien growled and turned, moving to stab at the Doctor with the knife.
But Arthur was fast, much faster on those new legs of his.
He was there just as the knife dropped, and struck him in the shoulder. The sound of metal scrapping metal was terrible and the alien hissed.
"How rude, this is my favorite jacket." Arthur huffed and grabbed the tentacle, gripping it tighter, and tighter, and...
The alien howled in pain as there was a horrible, wet sound, a nasty looking liquid spilled from between Arthur's fingers. He pulled away from Arthur and something purple and squirmy dropped to the ground, moving about on the ground.
With another hiss, one of anger and fear, the alien rushed away, down the other end of the hallway. Arthur looked bothered by the fluid on his hand and the Doctor, now free and wiping at his mouth with a handkerchief from his pocket, handed it over.
"Thank you." Arthur said as he cleaned up the mess, then looked up at the Doctor. "What happened?"
"Got grabbed and pulled into one of the many secret hallways and locations around here, was threatened for money."
"I see. You're lucky I noticed you vanished." He handed over the rag, which the Doctor pocketed it.
"And I'm grateful for that but... how'd you find me?"
Arthur sighed at the tear in his shoulder after he yanked out the knife and tossed it aside. "I may or may not have had the TARDIS put a tracking device on you so I could know where you wandered off to."
"Ah, I see." The Doctor nodded, then stopped, eyes wide. "You did what!?"
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Look, Arthur seems like the type who would have the TARDIS do this because the Doctor may complain about the companions wandering off, but they're just as bad (if not worse).
The tentacled alien is based on one from an audio story (Time Reaver) and from a book (In The Blood).
A lot of the weird stuff I talked about, hidden doors and such, those were at Meow Wolf, lots of weird shit. I found a room full of bones and teeth in jars. And a terrifying pizza place.
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First library sale of the year! Their bag sale, specifically. I initially went on the first night but I was so exhausted from work that I legitimately did not enjoy myself; I found no proper treasure and only bought 2 things, not least because I was surprised to find hardcovers were $2 instead of $1. So instead, I hatched a plan to come back for the $5 bag sale on Sunday, because I had a lot of fun with those in 2021 and didn’t really go to any in 2022 because I was already way over capacity with my regular buying. This time I had a great excuse!
My bag sale objectives are twofold: one, scoop up pretty books to dump in my HPB “sale fodder” bag (left side pic) -- I do not feel bad about this as long as I’ve given people who might genuinely want them at least a full weekend day plus a bag sale hour to pick them up first -- and two, grab whatever even mildly catches my eye once the bulk has been picked over, because hey, $5 whether I take two books or twenty-five, and *slaps reinforced paper sack* this bad boy can fit so many books.
I’m including the stack on the left just for general interest if anyone’s curious what kind of things I found. I don’t know any of these titles and am not interested in reading them. EXCEPT “Sold,” which I don't need a physical copy of but do love, and am probably going to buy as an e-book at some point because the writing is so profoundly moving. Might even just put that one in a Little Free Library, so strongly do I believe in its literary value to portray a harsh topic in teen-appropriate ways.
Below the cut, photos exclusively of the much-less-pretty, mostly-ex-library books’ covers from the stack on the right, along with extremely and unnecessarily long winded commentary.
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(hmmm, I did not arrange these in the same order I wanted to talk about them, but I guess I’d better follow the pics)
Adult Fiction & Nonfiction
1. Spill Simmer Falter Wither - Sara Baume (2015): Will I love it, IDK. Will I keep it...even less sure. But it’s about a solitary older man who adopts an unwanted dog, and it seems very introspective and beautifully written without being too heavily literary. This is almost always a trap in literary fiction, but what if it wasn’t.
2. The Distance Home - Orly Konig (2017): Ooh! on my TBR for like 5 years now, because horses + women’s fiction, everything in the summary appeals to me. Grabbed partly to ensure I have access in case the last copy gets weeded after this, and partly because there’s a good chance I’ll want to keep it.
3. The Escape - Lisa Harris (2020): would not have paid for this on its own, but on bag sale day I grabbed it for convenience just to read because “two air marshals transporting a dangerous prisoner crash-land in the mountains and everyone except them dies and now they need to catch the bad guy on the loose” really ticks all my law-enforcement-character-loving + wilderness setting + thriller preferences. [edit: it was exactly what I expected, nothin’ special. but to my delight, the library stickers actually peeled beautifully off this one so now it’s going in the sale pile]
4. Cold Day in the Sun - Sara Biren (2019): Oops, this one’s YA. Anyway, still haven’t read her books but I suspect I might like them, and they are so unpopular here that the library only has 1 copy left; it won’t last much longer. So, convenience again.
5. Wanderer - Sara Leon (2016): I skimmed through this last year when I was looking for pianist/composer characters and it wasn’t quite what I was in the mood for, but it’s slim and at some point I will be in the mood for “a novel that explores the stifled, unspoken feelings of a music teacher and his former student, and the damage done by their years of silence.” And the library weeded BOTH of its remaining copies at once in this sale so yeah, tucking this safely aside for later.
6. Leaving the Pink House - Ladette Randolph (2014): university press published memoir, I don’t know if I will really like her but there are no local library copies left and I love houses so much that this immediately grabbed my attention: on September 12, 2001, Randolph and her husband bought a dilapidated farmhouse on twenty acres outside Lincoln, Nebraska, and set about gutting and rebuilding the house themselves. They had nine months to complete the work. The project, undertaken at a time of national unrest and uncertainty, led Randolph to reflect on the houses of her past and the stages of her life that played out in each, both painful and joyful.
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Children’s & YA (mostly)
7. My Friend Flicka - Mary O’Hara: One of two I bought on Thursday. Not the most beautiful copy but not a bad one either, 1960s ex-school-library and fairly clean pages. Because I was just thinking about how odd it is that I neither own a copy of this very famous novel, nor ever see copies of it at these sales, despite owning the latter two books in the trilogy. I’d like to reread it, and haven’t since childhood.
8. I Tell A Lie Every So Often - Bruce Clements (1974): OH HEY, one of the long-weeded-from-local-libraries titles from Lost Masterworks of Young Adult Lit?? Instant snag! I’m always interested in reading those for myself, even though this one does not look nearly as exciting as hoped. Will probably read & release.
9. Vinyl Princess -- Yvonne Prinz (2009): I don’t remember this title well but I remember it fondly, and every time I look at it on Goodreads I think about rereading it, not least because she was really ahead of the curve in writing about a modern day teen who thinks music sounds better on records. I always promised myself I’d buy it if the library ever weeded its last copy, and that day has come.
10. King of the Screwups - K.L. Going (2009): actually, nah, this one’s going in the sale bag as originally planned. While sorting them I caught enough in the jacket summary about a complicated father/son relationship to make me wonder “Loki vibes?” and consider trying it, but upon further examination this just looks like an awful time. Trashy teen boys are not where it’s at for me.
11. More Tales for the Midnight Hour - J.B. Stamper (1992): I bought Still More Tales for the Midnight Hour as a teen and have loved it ever since; with this one I think I might finally have the full set o’ spook.
12. Both Sides of Time - Caroline B. Cooney (1995): I read so many of her books in high school, but I remember this one being one of the best. Mass market paperback is a very convenient way to store access. Plus, Laurel Leaf imprint is my favorite paperback imprint. very nostalgia/comfort.
13. Call it Courage - Armstrong Sperry: an elementary school fave I’ve almost forgotten, bought to revisit briefly and then I’ll release because holy hell is this cover ugly, and the too-stiff binding basically made to crack and dump the pages out.
14. Vacancy - K.R. Alexander (2021): THE children’s horror author of the modern day. I’ve actually read a couple of his books recently because the covers alone were so creepy, and had a blast, so I’d like to read this one too and then I’ll let it go. Much better in print than as an e-book, but library only has it on Libby.
15. Nop’s Trials - Donald McCraig (1985): Ending where we began, with an adult-fiction dog book set in nearly the same region... Except this is much better. It’s the other one I bought Thursday, and the closest to treasure in the set, because I read this in high school and 5-star loved it and have been looking out for a cheap copy ever since, but only ever saw it in a huge and heavy oversized hardcover. At last, the mass market paperback of my dreams/same as the one I originally read is mine.
BONUS FUN FACTS: 
(because I love to talk books and literally cannot shut up about them)
1. I spent an hour walking around and it was honestly fascinating to watch the number of books shrink in real time, circulating volunteers constantly consolidating sections and folding up/removing emptied tables. Practically a time lapse vid.
2. I donated a full grocery bag of books to this sale myself, and I was so excited by how many I saw on Thursday that were gone by Sunday. I also took back 3 of them (not pictured above) that had not been taken by an hour before sale ending time, because I was Personally Offended about it -- one of them was a horse book! i just accidentally had two copies of it -- and went, “fine, I’ll bring them somewhere they’re appreciated!”
(joke, but I really do plan to donate them to another sale and hope they have better luck in a new county. I don’t know for sure what the Friends do with unsold stock after these sales and I don’t want to, but I’d rather not risk ones I like being thrown out / donated anywhere that will pulp stock en masse if I don’t have to.)
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thehumanexperience8b · 3 months ago
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September 29th, 2024: Donation Day
Today is the last few hours of the 29th. Since February 29th (my lovely deceased betta fishes’ birthday) of 2024, I donated money to causes I found important every month. I worked hard to make sure I could keep up with it; last month I lost my bank card.. And I was so heartbroken because I didn’t have enough time to find it and make my donation in time. It felt so bad because I felt like everyone in the world was disappointed in me.. That no one could rely on me to be committed and I would never make any difference. I also felt so awful because it was like my fish, Tsumi, was looking down on me in disappointment because I had forsaken her name. I cried so much I woke my brother up and he told me that I can just wait until tomorrow and do the donation, and that it doesn’t matter what day I do it because they’ll still get the money and be grateful for it. I started to realize that maybe the donations were more personal that I realized. I felt more that it was about how I felt about myself, my character, proving to myself and others that I am caring and I do matter; because “look everyone, I am so virtuous, I give my hard earned money to people in need every month.” And “everyone” included myself, too. I think my consciousness understood this before I did, but I couldn’t process it, I felt like it was just an excuse to give up. But I think actually, my donations might be more valuable if I just wait a little while.
This month alone I spent more than $600 for two concerts I plan on going to, and they’re really important to me. I’m going to see The Orion Experience this week on Thursday, my favorite band which I love so much and had the opportunity to work for. Then in 2025, Weird Al is coming to Foxwoods resort, an hour or so away from me. I couldn’t believe it, I am so in love with him. I bought tickets an hour after I found out… and they were QUITE expensive. So I’m kinda in the pit, I’m also unemployed so all of this was coming out of my savings. I’m ranting again! My point is… I realized I will have more money to give if I wait so I can earn some money, and see how much money I have left over after my NYC trip. So I have officially decided to resign the 29th Donation Day and instead keep it as a reminder to be thankful and give when someone is in need. I still try and do donations once every month, but sometimes life doesn’t turn out that convenient. Also just wanted to mention a sweet thing, I donated to Upstream a few months ago and they sent me a thank you letter with stickers inside! How cute. So this is what this post is about.. It doesn’t even really matter to you because you didn’t know about Donation Day at all to begin with, but I just wanted to share my revelation about self reflection and awareness. Have a great day!!!!
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xtruss · 8 months ago
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The 2024 Uber Lost & Found Index Reveals Bizarre Items Left behind By The Customers
— April 17, 2024 | Uber.Com | Written By Uber
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With Mercury in Retrograde, which astrologists say influences forgetfulness, we’re back with the eighth annual Uber Lost & Found Index – a snapshot of the most surprising and most popular items left behind in Ubers.
Over the last twelve months, items of clothing, luggage, headphones and wallets topped the list of most frequently forgotten belongings. But Uber riders didn’t just leave the usuals behind… in fact, folks forgot their frontal hair toupees, live turtles, trays of meat pie, tubs of surgical implants, and more. We saw a few new forgetfulness trends this year, too: Miami was the most forgetful city, red was the most lost color, 9pm and 10pm are when most folks report lost items, and January 21st was the most forgetful day.
Take a look at the full Lost & Found Index below, which includes step-by-step instructions on how to get help getting lost items back in the Uber app. Whether it’s your Beyoncé fold up fan or a whole smoked pork belly, we want to help you reunite with your prized possessions!
The 2024 Uber Lost & Found Index! The 10 Lost Commonly Forgotten Items:
Clothing
Luggage
Headphones
Wallet
Jewelry
Phone
Camera
Tablet or book
Laptop
Vape
The 10 Most “Forgetful” Cities:
Miami, FL
Los Angeles, CA
Atlanta, GA
Houston, TX
Dallas, TX
Orlando, FL
Phoenix, AZ
Tampa Bay, FL
Denver, CO
Austin, TX
The 50 Most *Unique* Lost Items:
Frontal hair toupee
Hot sauce and a breathalyzer
I left a leaf in your car that’s much needed
Two containers with spiders in them
A Beyoncé fold up fan
A tray of meat pie
Ceramic cat
Jar of oysters
A personalized blanket with a picture of me and my dog
Small rat skeleton prop
Candle that says ‘See you in court’
A fake tooth / retainer (it’s a really small plastic piece with a fake tooth in it)
Gray tub of surgical implants
Police-grade handcuffs
My live pet animal turtle
Waist beads and a burrito steamer
I left expensive blueberries that are special that I need that the store is completely out of. There’s two packages that I absolutely need.
My girlfriend’s pregnant pills
Small box containing a gnome.
Standup paddleboard paddle
Painting from SeaWorld. It was wrapped up in a roll and I love it.
A playbill from the Spamalot show at the Kennedy Center
My robot
Benihana garlic butter
Contraceptive Plan B from Costco and a BaBylissPRO massager machine
A panic button
A spear and a furry fox tail
Taylor Swift autograph. Framed!!!!
Fart sensor
Bravo Con wristband
A #bestdayever foam sign
3 feathers
Fake butt
Poster of Hillary Clinton
Panty liner and 1000 bucks. That’s all I can remember
Some lotion or my thong
Meditation crystals
Undergarments, bread, pack of ham and mayo
Cardboard cut out panda
Street sign saying ‘She’s drunk’ and a picture frame
My father’s beard softener
Big sentimental carrying jug
Paternity test
WWE championship belt
Harry Potter wand engraved with name ‘Alexander’
Large sticker with a dancing cartoon cat that says ‘Spanky Fest’ on it
I might have left my garden fence in the trunk.
Jeep Liberty engine. Please call me
I lost my wizard woman
Three Japanese ceramic decorative cats – one gold, one black and one pink. All fist-sized.
Top 20 Forgotten Food Items:
Leftovers from Pizzeria Portofino. Soooo expensive.
A whole smoked pork belly
Cooler with meat
I left the ice cream cones in your car and was worried about it melting and making a mess
A nice cheese. Feel free to keep!
A pan of chicken spaghetti
Bucket of cookies
Benihana garlic butter
Mason jar with cilantro
Church cookies in the trunk
Green lettuce in a jar in your car
Fly ass burrito
Side of salmon
Tomatoes (Don’t need ‘em back, just a heads up so they don’t cook in your car!)
A tray of meat pie
I left my pizza in your car! I can’t believe I left it!
Bowl of meat is in your car! And i need it
I left some pasta in the back by accident. Feel free to have it! It was so yummy and I didn’t eat out of the plate. Thanks again!
Jar of oysters
Small container of valuable honey
2024 Lost & Found Trends:
Seeing Red: Lost an item and seeing red? Well, that should help, since the most popular color of lost items was red.
Keeping Cool with Crystals: Channeling your inner zen and manifesting more just got a little harder. Riders around the country lost a number of healing crystals, including purple Amethysts, green Aventurines and more.
Mini Cooper Movers: The top lost car keys were from Mini Cooper owners. They won’t be getting very far in their little cars!
What’s the WiFi: There was a significant number of wifi hotspots and mobile routers left behind this year. Is that why you dropped from the Zoom call?
Getting Sensical: It appears Uber riders are coming to their senses this year, or finding them rather. From dignity, to credibility and memory, riders reported emotional losses left behind.
Next Time, Take Your Board: Whether of sentimental value or brand spankin’ new, skateboarders forgot their #1 tool this year time and time again.
Most Forgetful Days/Times:
Remember 1/21: January 21st is the most forgetful day of the year, with the most lost items recorded.
Losing Hour: The most popular hours of the day lost items were reported were 9:00 pm and 10:00 pm. Not the ideal night time routine we see on TikTok, huh?
Lost Items That Peak On Certain Days:
People are most likely to forget luggage on Mondays.
People are most likely to forget headphones on Tuesdays.
People are most likely to forget wallets on Wednesdays.
People are most likely to forget jewelry on Thursdays.
People are most likely to forget phones on Fridays.
People are most likely to forget vapes on Saturdays.
People are most likely to forget clothing on Sundays.
If you’ve left something behind during a ride with Uber, look no further than this help page, which outlines the simple steps you can take to help you get a lost item returned to you.
The best way to retrieve a lost item is to call the driver – but if you leave your phone itself in an Uber, you can login
Open the Uber app and tap “Activity” on the bottom icon menu.
Select the trip on which you lost the item.
Scroll down to “Find lost item” in the Help section, and then “Contact driver about a lost item.”
Enter your phone number to call the driver.
If your driver picks up and confirms that your item has been found, coordinate a mutually convenient time and place to meet for its return to you.
If your driver doesn’t pick up, leave a detailed voicemail describing your item and the best way to contact you.
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atamascolily · 3 months ago
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Some more thoughts on the box-cutter snippet, because I'm still not done with it:
In Rebellion, Homura was able to stamp out all resistance from Sayaka and Madoka, but here, we see her being challenged, with the unknown girl stabbing the salamander that is the embodiment of her powers. The fact that the other girl is willing to stab herself at the same speaks volumes to how ruthless she is, the lengths to which she will go to for victory (up to and including self-harm!!) to win. It's a very powerful establishing character moment for a character who isn't even visible on-screen, even though the clip ends in what is basically a draw, with the salamander reforming as a cuff and breaking the box cutter. Is this the end of the conflict? Probably not--more like an opening skirmish. Shots fired, you might say.
Silver pointed out to me that while almost everything else in the trailer is shiny and new, the blade isn't--it is coarse and ugly and covered with rust because this likely isn't the first time it's drawn blood. That same ugliness is also visible in the other clip where the cuts made the box cutter have been patched over with suspiciously pinkish tape.
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Although it's a little faint, you can see what might be the box cutter's handle sticking out on the left side, which also sends a dramatic message alongside the "Fragile, handle with care" stickers featuring an open glass.
The fan shot is one of my favorite visuals from the new trailer because it shows us a glimpse of the literal workings of the world behind the scenes (remember the theater motifs from the first trailer?) Even without discussing the circling fan and the closed eye lid, there's just so much to unpack here!
But to return to the salamander stabbing, Kyubey's system depended on girls acting in their own logical self-interest, but it was broken by girls acting out of love for each other (first by Madoka's compassion, then by Homura's love for Madoka) which he cannot comprehend or defend against. Homura's replacement system was deliberately designed to make people she cares about happy, but it also depends on people following a script/set of established behaviors and not deviating too strongly from it. Unlike Kyubey, who was undone by love, Homura's system is especially vulnerable to those who don't give a shit and just want to see the world burn... which is a textbook motivation for witches.
Attacking the salamander appears to be analogous to Homura killing Incubator bodies... it doesn't do any permanent damage, but it does signify that the other party means business and is out to get them. Something something "you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain" something something--or in Homura's case, the system to be overthrown.
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Homura has done her damndest to keep everything static, but the story can only progress if she is challenged. The question is, who will be set up in her place once she is torn down?
Mami is more right than she knows when she blurts out "If magical girls become witches, we have no choice but to die!" To become a magical girl is a death sentence; to become a witch is to die, and that remains true even after Madoka wishes to erase witches from the world, as Homura's speech at the beginning of Rebellion makes abundantly clear.
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The suicidal tendencies start long before the transformation into a witch; Sayaka self-destructed by working herself to death, arguing that she had no worth outside of her job of killing witches. Even Madokami's arm bears self-harm scars even as she provides salvation (death) to others.
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There's been a lot of discussing about the symbol on the green-haired girl's hand and what it might mean; so far, I've seen the Greek letter phi (ϕ); a null sign (∅); and the theta nigrum (ꝋ), which was a scribal abbreviation for the Latin obiit--'he died'. Given all of the suicidal imagery and the fact that this girl is almost certainly a witch (and therefore dead), I think the last one most likely, but we'll see. It's unclear if all of the "new" characters with black collars have the same mark, or if it's unique to this particular character, but either way, it's both ominous and telling.
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I think that when Sayaka regains her memories and realizes that she *is technically dead*--that she is, in a very real sense, a walking corpse, just like she claimed earlier--it will trigger a personal crisis, because let's face it, who wouldn't be upset about that??
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I spoke too soon--Nagisa's technically in the same boat, but she is out there living her best life and having a great time doing it. What a legend. Sayaka may be right about duty and justice and responsibility, but there's no question that Nagisa is having more fun.
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I realized why there's a box cutter in the new Walpurgis no Kaiten trailer--among other things, it's what teenage girls typically use to cut themselves and/or kill themselves. This makes perfect sense given the suicidal imagery that ran all through Rebellion, as well as the witches in the original series causing their victims to suicide while suffering from suicidal levels of despair themselves.
Since we know from the second trailer that witches are definitely back, and there's evidence to suggest these new girls are witches themselves, it's not surprising that this theme would keep popping up. See also the unknown girl in the first trailer jumping off a building and leaving her shoes behind (a visual shorthand in Japan for suicide; this being another common method for teenage girls there).
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I should mention here that Japan has one of the highest suicide rates of any nation, so this is a major social problem and something that regularly appears in popular media as a result.
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The new girl falls backwards off the building, paralleling the doppelganger Homura falling in the stairwell at the beginning of the second trailer. This could mark the start of a transformation sequence, which is interesting in and of itself, but it also goes back to this idea from earlier installments that becoming a magical girl is a death sentence and, to quote a blink and you'll miss it segment of runes from Homura's transformation sequence in Rebellion, "they glorify death".
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Which, combined with the religious overtones of Homura worshipping at the Madokami stele, would make magical girls essentially a death cult even before Homura became the Devil and whatever is happening now. But I think Walpurgisnacht and the witches are doubling down on that--simultaneously consumed by their despair even as they delight in spreading their curses to others, perpetuating the suffering in a vain effort for relief.
The falling backwards is also a kind of letting go, a deliberate surrender as well as an unwillingness to face things directly. When Homura jumps off a building at the end of the original series, she falls forward; when she falls off the cliff at the end of Rebellion, she falls sideways. So in that sense, I suppose falling backwards was inevitable--there's nowhere else to go!
But it occurs to me that the Fool in the classic Tarot is walking straight off a cliff, and if the Fool is Homura (as is strongly suggested in the framing of the first trailer), then the doppelganger Homura, as the Fool Reversed and Homura's reflection, should logically fall backwards, since she's her mirror image. Viewed in that light, it makes perfect sense.
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