#mixed pride stickers

[hychildlysist]

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[battle-of-alberta]

"isn't it early for you to post about hockey, Hapo? especially after your constant complaining about having to draw hockey on the 'cities who like hockey' blog and your teams abysmal track record so far this season?" yeah but this time it's personal as Pride Tape is an Edmonton creation and the Oilers were the first team to use it.

You'll be happy to hear that sales have gone up since the NHL banned it : )

[sc00pie]

fuzzy embrace

17" x 14"

marker, ink, pen, stickers, on sketch paper

Scoopie, 2023

[cooperama-pictures]

I made some

🌈✨🎨 PRIDE PAN MUSIC TAPE VINTAGE Stickers 🎨✨🌈

for you

Prints, Stickers, Shirts available here. 💖

[wanderingcritter]

Friendly reminder to never EVER let losers on the internet convince you that alterhumanity is wrong or will never be accepted by general society.

I went to my city's local renaissance faire earlier this week and I had genuinely such an incredible experience. I went with my tail, theta delta necklace, and mask (which I may post here once Im fully done with it lol) gear and received so many compliments. Not only that but I saw and talked to quite a few other alterhumans, like at least 10 and that was after only being there for 1 of the 2 days for less than 2 hours. Also please keep in mind that this was by no means a large ren faire (at least compared to others in the region) and the area I live in is very mixed in terms of progressiveness. But at one point I was walking past some vendors and an older lady running one of the booths exclaimed how much she liked my mask and asked to take a picture of it, and explained how her granddaughter was just starting to learn how to make some of her own. And then told me that the booth next to hers was "selling some therian masks" (yes she actually used the word therian completely unprompted!) and sure enough the couple in there were selling some masks made by their 11 year old daughter (which were absolutely gorgeous btw). Afterwards, as I was out near the parking lot waiting for my ride so that I could leave, I was practicing quadrobics and some 5-6 year old kids walked past me with their parents and looked absolutely awestruck. Shortly after another woman approached me and told me that her young granddaughter was completely overjoyed when she saw me me running around and had wanted to come play with me, and had said "Ive never seen a creature play like that before!!"

Not only was the ren faire itself super fun and cool to be at (I can't wait for next year omg), but it was unexpectedly the most positive alterhuman related experiences Ive had maybe ever.

There is a future where we are normal, where others see us as who we truly are and where we don't have to conceal ourselves to avoid judgement. The road isn't always going to be smooth, especially as we grow in numbers, in fact I fully expect things to get a whole lot worse for us in the years and decades to come. But one day, maybe even in our lifetimes, you will walk through a pride parade and see someone enthusiastically waving a massive theta delta flag through the crowd. You will hear strangers casually use species neutral language like it's the most normal thing in the world. You will sit down with your family to watch the newest popular tv show that includes a character who has received species affirming medical care. You will walk past a cozy locally owned business that has an "all species welcomed!" sticker on their window next to their lgbtq+ and poc welcoming signs.

We are everywhere, and we're not going away. There will always be those who refuse to understand us, but there will be more who choose to love and accept us in our entirety, I have absolutely no doubt about that <3

[edenfenixblogs]

I was having a rough night so I went to my favorite funny website IsMercuryInRetrograde.com

I’m not a huge believer in astrology, but the website only has two pages:

If it’s in retrograde it says yes, which feels weirdly validating.

If it’s not in retrograde it just says “No, something else must be bumming you out,” which always gives me a little chuckle.

Fun silly website. Yay.

Except this time

YES. SOMETHING ELSE IS BUMMING ME OUT.

The fact that unless I lock myself in a room with only pre-written or pre-recorded material that I’ve already read or watched and know is safe I CANNOT GO TWELVE FUCKING HOURS WITHOUT HEARING ABOUT THIS FUCKING WAR.

It’s killing me. There are no breaks. I open any website or social media app and it’s an immediate bombardment of info about the war. I go watch a YouTube video and then there’s a fundraiser at the end.

I flip through channels and see news about an antisemitic attack or a bombing in Gaza or Rafah.

I leave notifications on and get a text from a friend who sees a “rape is resistance” sticker on her walk home from school.

I go to look for pride merch and see watermelon merch mixed in as if war is some kind of gay accessory. I look through a fandom tag and see cartoon characters in a kids cartoon drawn with Palestinian flags.

It’s fucking endless. It’s insane. I just wanted a few days without having to think about all of it so I could recharge and I haven’t even been able to go a continuous 12 hour stretch without something or someone shoving the whole thing in my face.

It’s not healthy to live like this. I already have PTSD. And I’m trying with all my might not to retreat fully within myself but this is fucking killing me.

And I am someone who is pro peace and pro ceasefire and pro Palestinian welfare and anti-Likud but also anti-antisemitism. I do nothing but promote interfaith and intercultural organizations devoted to fostering peace. I want this war over.

And yet I’m fucking stuck in this perpetual hellhole of awful news and constant imagery about war and death and antisemitism and Palestinian suffering. And it’s too much. Why can’t I even go 12 hours. It’s killing me.

The fucking mercury in retrograde website‽ YES. SOMETHING ELSE IS BUMMING ME OUT AND ITS YOU.

[xoamiiren]

SHINY NEW THINGS, ｡ﾟ☆ 𓈒𓈒 surprise piercings

𖥔 PRECIS. In which, they surprise you with their new piercing, after being inspired by you. PAIRING. uni bf!enha x tattoo artist gf!reader GENRE. fluff WARNINGS. skinship, petnames, mild kissing

authors note ୨୧ First post, kinda nervous. I was heavily inspired by Romance Untold: Inceptio Ver. The blush, the stickers ⸝⸝ just everything!! ◜ ᴗ ◝

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HEESEUNG : Ver. Eyebrow

The soft hum of Heeseung's motorbike drifted through your open window, a familiar sound that brought a small smirk to your face. You looked up from your desk, where your latest tattoo designs were scattered, doodles of delicate lines and intricate patterns.

Moments later, you heard the door to your apartment click open, and the faint shuffle of Heeseung’s steps. He appeared in the doorway of your room, hood up, his face partially hidden. His hair was messier than usual, fluffing around his forehead in a way that seemed intentional, as if he were trying to hide something.

You spun around in your desk chair to face him.

“Heeseung?” you asked, tilting your head curiously as you pointed to your own head. “What’s with the hood?”

He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and he took a few steps closer. “Just wanted to see you, princess” he murmured, his voice warm and a little playful. After a few short strides towards you, he turned your chair to face him better before leaning down, and brushing his lips gently against yours, the kiss so tender it sent a flutter through your chest.

As he pulled back, you noticed something glinting just above his eye—a small silver piercing nestled in his eyebrow, catching the light. You gasped softly, your fingers instinctively reaching up to touch it after you combed your own fingers through his soft red locks.

“When did you—?”

Heeseung’s eyes twinkled with a mixture of pride and bashfulness, the corners of his lips quirking up into a grin. “Got it today. Thought it would look cool… kind of inspired by you.”

Your fingertips gently traced the piercing, feeling the cool metal against his warm skin. It added an unexpected edge to his otherwise laidback aura, a hint of rebellion that made him look even more intriguing. It was sexy in a way you hadn’t expected, a perfect, wild contrast to his usually soft, relaxed, manly demeanor.

Heeseung’s gaze never left yours as you touched the piercing, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of excitement and hope, like a puppy waiting for approval. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, your heart swelling at the sight of his starry-eyed expression. “I love it. It suits you… makes you look a little dangerous.”

Heeseung chuckled, his cheeks flushing a light pink. “Mm? Dangerous? I like that.” He leaned in again, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this new piercing was the perfect addition to the boy you adored.

JAY : Butterfly Kiss

The gentle patter of rain against the window filled the room. You lay on the bed, lost in thought, when you heard the front door open. Moments later, Jay stepped into the room, casually shaking off his damp jacket.

"Hey baby," he murmured softly, making his way to the bed. Without hesitation, he crawled up and nestled himself between your legs, his head resting comfortably on your stomach while his arms found their way around your waist, eyes closing as he let out a content sigh.

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his hair, but something caught your eye. A glint of silver sat perfectly under his eye. Leaning closer, you saw it—a delicate butterfly kiss piercing.

"Jay…" you gasped. "When did you…?"

He didn’t answer, his lips twitching into a playful smirk, eyes still closed.

"Jay, are you seriously pretending to be asleep?" you laughed, lightly tapping his shoulder. "I see it! It looks amazing!"

He chuckled, eyes fluttering open, a proud sparkle in his gaze. "Surprise," he said with a grin.

You reached out, brushing your fingers over the piercing that sat so nicely on his cheekbone. It added a new layer of sexiness to his already gentlemanly persona, perfectly complementing his sharp features and deep eyes.

"It’s perfect," you whispered. "I can’t believe you got it."

Jay’s grin widened. "I wanted to surprise you. Thought it might make me look a little more… edgy."

"You look incredible," you assured him, cupping his cheek. "It adds this whole new vibe."

He leaned up to kiss your forehead before settling back down. "I got it because your designs are always inspiring. And I wanted something to remind me of you."

Your heart swelled, and you pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "You’re the sweetest," you murmured.

He smiled, eyes closing again as he nestled back into you. "I think you’re the sweetest," he whispered.

And there, in the quiet comfort of your shared space, you lay together, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the rain softly tapping against the window.

JAKE : Smiley

You were lying on the couch, fingers gently drumming against your bare belly, absently playing with the dangling red gem of your navel piercing while a TV show played softly in the background. The front door creaked open, and you heard Jake’s familiar footsteps. He came home from classes, his bag slung over his shoulder and a faint trace of tiredness on his face, yet his eyes were bright with anticipation.

He dropped his bag by the door and immediately headed over to you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He settled down beside you on the couch, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. You continued to focus on the TV, but you could sense him watching you closely, his eyes tracing over your belly and the gem that hung there.

“Hi love,” he said softly, his voice and signature Aussie accent pulling your attention away from the screen. You turned to look at him, and that’s when you noticed it—a glimmer of silver catching the light as he smiled wide. A smiley piercing, the delicate barbell glistening against his pearly white teeth.

You blinked, doing a double take as the realization hit. “Is that…?” you began, your voice trailing off in surprise.

Jake’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with pride and a hint of mischief. “Yep,” he replied, leaning back slightly to give you a better view. “Got it today. Thought it’d be fun to surprise you. And, you know, I wanted to impress you a little,” he added with a playful shrug.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, a mix of amusement and adoration bubbling up inside you. “It looks amazing,” you said, genuinely impressed. The piercing added a whole new level of sexiness and edge to his otherwise sweet, playful demeanor. It was such a stark contrast to his boyish charm—this little piece of metal that somehow made him look even more intriguing and attractive. It was like he’d unlocked a new side of himself, one that was daring and confident.

Jake’s cheeks flushed slightly at your compliment, but he kept his gaze steady on you, his eyes filled with that starry, prideful look that made your heart skip a beat. “I got it because of you,” he admitted. “Your designs, your piercings…they’re so cool. I wanted to show you I can be cool too. Not just the ‘nice guy’ you always tease me about.”

You chuckled, reaching out to lightly touch the piercing with your fingertip. “Oh, Jake,” you murmured, your voice softening. “You’ve always been cool. But this? This just makes you…irresistibly cool.”

He beamed at your words, the glow of his smile making his new piercing shine even brighter. Leaning closer, he rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes still fixed on you with that same adoring gaze. And as you sat there, side by side on the couch, you realized that Jake, with his sweet smile and newfound edge, was even more captivating than ever.

SUNGHOON : Industrial

You were in the kitchen, humming softly to yourself as you prepared a simple snack. It was late, and the apartment was quiet, save for the faint sound of the refrigerator humming and the clink of utensils. You had just finished slicing some fruit when you heard the door open, followed by the sound of Sunghoon’s soft footsteps as he came home from his late class.

Before you could turn to greet him, you felt his presence behind you—a comforting warmth that enveloped you in an instant. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. He let out a content sigh, his breath warm against your skin.

“Long day?” you asked softly, leaning back into his embrace.

Sunghoon nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to the tiny butterfly tattoo on your exposed shoulder. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice slightly muffled as he nuzzled closer, as if trying to hide from the world. His hold on you tightened a little, and you could feel his heart beating steadily against your back.

Smiling to yourself, you set down the knife and turned in his arms, wanting to see his face and properly hug him. But Sunghoon kept his face buried in the crook of your neck, his arms remaining firmly around you. You chuckled softly at his shyness, gently running your fingers through his hair in a soothing motion.

It was then that you noticed something new—a shiny silver industrial piercing in his ear, peeking out from behind his dark hair. Two spiky studs glinted at either end of the bar, catching the light and drawing your attention.

Your breath hitched slightly as you took in the sight, your hand instinctively moving to touch the piercing. “Sunghoon,” you whispered in awe, your fingers grazing the cool metal. “When did you get this, baby?”

He finally lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, his cheeks flushed with a faint blush. “Today,” he replied quietly, his voice still soft. “I… I wanted to try something new…”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, your heart swelling with affection. “It looks amazing,” you told him, gently touching the piercing again. The industrial bar added a whole new level of sexiness and edge to his clean, prince-like coolness. It contrasted so perfectly with his usual composed demeanor, giving him a rebellious flair that only made him more captivating.

Sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and shyness as he watched you admire his new piercing. “I was a little nervous about it,” he admitted, his lips curling into a small, bashful smile. “But I thought… maybe it’d suit me. And I wanted to impress you.”

You grinned, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as you looked up at him. “Well, you definitely did,” you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity. “It suits you perfectly, Hoon. You look incredible.”

His smile grew wider, and despite his initial embarrassment, he seemed to relax a bit, his gaze softening as he stared down at you with starry, prideful eyes. “Thanks,” he whispered, his hands still resting on your waist. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” you assured him, leaning up to press a tender kiss to his cheek. “And I love you.”

Sunghoon’s blush deepened, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he held you closer, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered back, “I love you too.” And as you stood there, wrapped in his embrace, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have someone as wonderful as him by your side.

SUNOO : Nose

You stepped out of class, the crisp afternoon air brushing against your face as you scanned the crowd of students dispersing across the campus. It didn’t take long to spot Sunoo, waiting just outside with a bright smile on his face. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you, and he immediately started walking over, his steps quick and eager.

Before you could even say hello, Sunoo pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around you with familiar warmth. Then, with a playful grin, he leaned in and planted a quick, soft peck on your lips. It was so sudden and sweet that it made your heart flutter.

As you leaned back to look at him, you noticed something new—something shiny and sparkly catching the light on his nose. A small, glittering stud adorned his nostril, and it immediately drew your attention. You blinked in surprise, taking a moment to admire how the stud added a touch of sparkle to his already bright and cheerful face.

Sunoo’s cheeks turned a rosy pink, his shyness mixing with excitement. His eyes were wide and hopeful as he waited for your reaction, biting his lip nervously. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with anticipation. “I got it because of you... I thought it might suit me.”

For a moment, you were speechless, just staring at him and taking in this new look. The piercing added a whole new level of mischievousness to Sunoo’s usual cute, soft image. It was unexpected and yet, somehow, it fit him. The sparkly stud seemed to enhance his playful nature, making his already captivating eyes look even brighter and more mischievous.

You smiled up at him, reaching out to gently touch the stud. “I love it,” you finally said, your voice full of admiration. “It looks amazing on you, Sunoo. It’s like…it adds this little hint of mystery and sass. You look so…different, but in a really good way.”

Sunoo’s face lit up at your words, a look of pure joy spreading across his features. He glanced down shyly, but there was no mistaking the pride in his eyes. “Good, thank you” he murmured, glancing back up at you with a playful wink. “I wanted to surprise you, and maybe show you a different side of me. Not just the cute Sunoo, you know?”

You chuckled, feeling a warm glow spread through you. “Well, consider me very impressed,” you replied, leaning in to give him another quick kiss. “You’re definitely full of surprises.”

Sunoo beamed, his hand finding yours as you started to walk together, side by side. And as you glanced over at him, admiring the way the sun caught the glimmer of his new piercing, you couldn’t help but think that Sunoo, with his sweet smile and new mischievous edge, was even more enchanting than ever.

JUNGWON : Lip Ring

It was late evening at the tattoo studio. The sun had dipped below the skyline, casting a soft golden hue through the windows. You were at your workbench, carefully cleaning up after a long day. The faint buzz of the tattoo machines had finally quieted, leaving a serene calm that settled over the room.

Jungwon had arrived only moments ago and was sitting quietly beside you, watching as you meticulously wiped down your equipment and organized your tools. His hands were folded in his lap, fidgeting slightly, a nervous energy radiating from him. You could feel his gaze on you, a mix of curiosity and something more lingering in his cat-like gaze.

As you reached for the last cloth, Jungwon shifted a bit closer. You glanced up briefly, catching his eye just as he quickly looked away, a blush creeping up his cheeks. You smiled, finding his shyness endearing.

“Are you alright?” you asked softly, gently scratching your nose where a delicate shimmery stud twinkled.

Jungwon nodded quickly, but his eyes darted away again, clearly struggling with something on his mind. Before you could ask him what was bothering him, he suddenly leaned forward, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to your cheek.

You felt a cool, unexpected sensation brush against your skin, and when he pulled back, you saw the small, shiny glint of a new lip ring.

“Jungwon…” you breathed, touching your cheek where the kiss had landed. “Is that…?”

He nodded, looking a little sheepish now, but there was a proud glimmer in his eyes. “I got it today. Because of you. I wanted to match,” he admitted, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Your heart swelled at the thought, warmth spreading through your chest. “It’s beautiful,” you said, reaching out to gently touch the ring. “It suits you. Adds a bit of an edge to that perfect model student image of yours.”

He chuckled, a little self-conscious but clearly pleased by your compliment. You could see the nervousness still lingering, but there was also a newfound confidence in the way he looked at you, the way he sat just a bit taller, leaning back on his arms.

You found yourself leaning in, closer to him, until your noses almost touched. “Can I kiss you?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungwon’s eyes widened in surprise, his breath hitching. But then he nodded, a quick, eager nod, his own breathless whisper escaping, “Yeah...”

You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his, and felt the cool metal of his new lip ring against your skin. It was a soft, sweet kiss, filled with a gentle warmth and the unmistakable thrill of something new.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were smiling, a shared glow in your eyes. Jungwon reached up, touching his lip ring again, before biting it gently. That was hot. A small, almost disbelieving laugh escaped him. “I can’t believe I did this,” he said, a mix of amazement and happiness in his voice.

You laughed too, giving him another quick peck on the lips. “I’m glad you did,” you said. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Jungwon’s smile widened, dimples prominent and he leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I want to be a little more rebellious,” he confessed. “Just for you.”

You chuckled softly, your fingers gently tracing his jawline. “I’ll love whatever version of you, you decide to be,” you whispered.

As you both sat there, the quiet of the studio wrapping around you like a warm embrace, you knew this was a moment you’d never forget — the start of something wonderfully new.

NI-KI : Venom Tongue

It was a quiet night in your dorm's share house, your roommates asleep and the world outside settled into a deep, peaceful hush. You were lounging on your bed, working on some new tattoo designs, when you received a text from your boyfriend. It was typical of Ni-ki to be playful and mysterious, but tonight's message was particularly intriguing: "I have a surprise for you. Wait for me :)"

An hour or so later, while you were lost in your sketches, you heard a soft rustling by your bedroom window. Turning around, you saw Ni-ki’s grinning face peeking through the open gap. You couldn’t help but laugh quietly as he slipped through the window with practiced ease, landing lightly on the floor.

“Surprise!” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You motioned for him to come closer, your curiosity piqued. “Alright, look at these, then you can show me your surprise.”

Ni-ki plopped down on the edge of your bed, his playful demeanor never fading. As you laid out your designs for him, he took an enthusiastic interest, nodding and commenting on each and every one. But soon, his attention shifted from the sketches to you.

As you finished explaining your last sketch, your voice trailed off as Ni-ki pulled you gently but firmly between his legs, drawing you closer to him by the hips. Instinctively, you leaned down until you felt his breath against your skin as his lips met yours in a slow, tender kiss. The contact was electrifying, and the sensation of something cool and smooth brushing against your tongue caught you by surprise.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes wide with shock, Ni-ki’s smirk was positively devilish. He stuck out his tongue, revealing two shiny metal balls nestled perfectly in the center. The new Venom piercing gleamed under the soft light of your room, a stark contrast to his usual playful grin.

“You got a piercing?” you gasped, leaning in closer to examine the metal balls. “Just like my dimples?”

Ni-ki chuckled, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction as he tapped his fingers gently against the tiny studs in your lower back. “Yeah, inspired by you... Do you like it?”

Your heart raced at the sight. His new piercing was not just a bold choice but an edgy complement to his already wild personality. It was undeniably hot, the perfect blend of rebellion and charm.

“It’s amazing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “It looks so good on you.”

Ni-ki’s grin widened, and he leaned in for another kiss, the metal of his piercing cool against your lips. The kiss was slow, sweet, and full of unspoken promises and you immediately knew kissing Ni-ki would quickly become your new favorite hobby. When he pulled back, his expression was a mix of satisfaction and affection.

“You know,” Ni-ki said, “I was a little nervous to show you… but it was worth it.”

You smiled, your fingers lightly tracing the metal of his piercing. “Well, you definitely nailed it. It’s perfect.”

Ni-ki’s laughter was soft and full of warmth. “I’m glad you think so. It hurt like a bitch.”

As you both sat there, wrapped in the intimacy of the moment, basking in hushed giggles and heated kisses, you couldn’t help but marvel at how Ni-ki’s new piercing was not just a rebellious addition but a symbol of your shared connection. It was a night filled with sweetness and a touch of daring, perfectly capturing the essence of your relationship.

[hypokeimena]

I was just talking about this "mass handmade cookie cutter product" phenomenon, I was just at a con with four discreet 3d printer booths all of whom had the exact same articulated dragon with roses on it's back? and I literally own one of these at a small scale it's adorable i like the model quite a lot, but like. it's a $4 STL file online, the filaments are $20 each on amazon, once you buy the printer you can just print them in any size forever and charge whatever people will buy because they don't realize the seller has don't like. none of the design or labor involved in producing this item, despite the fact that they did factually make it themselves on a small enough scale that it's not out of place at a handmade maker con. it's odd.

IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I AM INSANE. IT MAKES ME FEEL OUT OF TOUCH WITH CONSENSUS REALITY!!!! like it's not the same as dropshipped items bc i think those should just flatout not be allowed without VERY clear signposting - like if you are selling mass produced notions for other people's creative products you should be legally required to state who your supplier is so ppl can look up how much you're upmarking shit, bc like. there IS a market for "the factory sells those buttons in batches of 100 and i only need 5, so i'll pay a little more for a middleman to have purchased the batch of 100 and handle all the inventory" like that is a service that makes sense. to have exist. but ohhhhh my fucking god.

but what you're describing is really true, i think there's a mix between like... i know small artists who sell stuff at markets and cons and stuff pay a table fee, so they want to make back what they spent on that, and so it makes sense to want to be sure that some of what you're making is going to sell, and maybe it even makes sense to do what you describe - buy an STL file, print off some proven winners.

but from the buyers' perspective, it means that half the art markets i go to are full of enamel pins that say CAT MOM and stickers about liking avocados and pride flag keychains, bc that's what sells, and anything that's original sits unsold - or it's more expensive bc it wasn't mass-produced and had higher labor costs, so it takes longer to move... so ppl stop stocking or bringing it... and it's like if all of this is the same why am i even here. T_T

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim and Jason headcanons 👀

One morning during breakfast Tim keeps excusing himself to go to the bathroom to fix his boxers because they must've stretched in the wash. Meanwhile, Jason can barely move and waddles into the kitchen like he has a rubber band around his legs. Imagine the horror when they connect the dots and realize their underwear got swapped

One day Tim's room suddenly starts to smell like tomatoes and he tears it apart trying to find the source. Turns out Jason put soup in the humidifier

Jason: *gives Tim an iced coffee*

Tim: "You put salt in it"

Jason: "No I didn't"

Tim: "I can literally see the crystals"

Jason: "What crystals?"

Tim: "Right there, all settled at the bottom"

Jason: "That's how the coffee is"

Tim still owes Jason for the time Jason stopped him from faceplanting in Alfred the cat's litter box

Contrary to how it appears, Jason's hair is thicker. It's so thick that Tim accidentally drops a glob of mayonnaise in it and Jason doesn't notice until he combs his hair hours later

They get bunk beds on a mission. Tim gets the top bunk after losing rock-paper-scissors. While he's asleep, Jason moves the ladder to the other side

Jason puts a cockroach on Tim's desk thinking he'll freak out. Tim, who's on his third day without sleep, looks Jason dead in the eye and eats it

As a kid, Jason often re-wore dirty clothes until he absolutely had to go to the laundromat meanwhile Tim washed his more frequently in small batches so he wouldn't get told off for having a huge pile. Cut to the present day where Tim's sifting through a mountain of Jason's laundry for a pair of socks and Jason is offering zero help whatsoever

They stand out in the rain to see who gets drenched first. It's usually Tim—he absorbs water like a paper towel. Jason then gets in trouble because Tim could've gotten sick ("Thanks, Bruce, not like I'm soaked to the bone too")

And when Tim gets sick, he refuses to take his meds unless someone sneaks it into his food. Finally, Jason has a use for the NyQuil Chicken TikTok

Jason drives three hours from an out-of-state safehouse to hide in Tim's closet and scare him. Little does he know, Tim is in the closet at the safehouse, waiting to pounce on Jason

Jason peels a pride sticker off a villain's car and gives it to Tim

Jason mixes all the Goldfish crackers into a dough and bakes them into a single giant Goldfish. Why? 'Cause he can, and Tim needs something to test his new food pic filters on

In March their patrols end by meeting at McDonald's for Shamrock Shakes

Tim prank calls Jason and convinces him he's lost in Metropolis. Eight hours, countless Bizarro flights, and two unfortunate geese encounters later, Jason storms into the Batcave while Tim simply grins and asks, "What'd you think of my new VPN?"

Tim and Jason find a wheelbarrow at a crime scene and keep it after the case is closed because it's a free wheelbarrow. This happens twice more and now they have enough for a family wheelbarrow race

Bruce makes them spend more time together, so Jason decides to teach Tim the Three-Card Monty. Tim just nods along because he doesn't know how say that he already learned it by watching the second Robin out-con a conman

Jason wakes Tim up one morning by chucking a feather duster at him, saying Alfred wants everything clean. So Tim gathers all the dust in his room and dumps it on Jason's bed before going back to sleep

The Ferris wheel has a clear "no food" policy but Tim doesn't listen and sneaks a chili dog anyway. Jason's in the seat below him, and it's the second time something falls in his hair without him noticing

Jason: "Red Robin, do you read me?"

Tim: "Affirmative. What do you need?"

Jason: "Pick a different gargoyle. That one's mine"

Tim: "I don't see your name on it"

Jason: "Check the underside"

Tim: "It just says Robin, so technically it's both of ours"

At one of Jason's safehouses there's a mysterious bucket in the corner of the living room. No one but Tim knows what it's for

[twinksrepository]

A Unicorn Plushie

Rating: PG

Pairing: Lucifer X F!Reader,

CW: Domestic Fluff, Dad Lucifer

Word count: Roughly 1K

A/N: You come home and find Lucifer and your son in the library. Lucifer, doesn't look too pleased sitting in his onesie once he realizes he has an audience. I had a bad day and needed some fluff.

Images belong to Solmare.

You have to place a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles at the sight in the library. Your little star is crawling around on the floor inside of a penned area to keep him from pulling any books or any of the other dangerous knick knacks onto himself. 

His little hands dragging what appears to be a new toy beside him. A toy that reminds you of a certain sticker, as well as a certain onesie that Diavolo bought for Lucifer. 

A onesie that said demon is wearing while sat on the floor with his legs crossed. Except instead of his usual scowl he’s smiling with his hands held out in front of him. “Come on my little one, almost there. Come to Papa.” His voice has a softness to it that he only lets color his tone when speaking to the boy. It makes your smile widen all the more at how encouraging Lucifer is with what is starting to look like a miniature version of him, the only difference being him having your eye color instead of his father’s crimson tinted orbs. “Just a bit more.” 

As your son reaches his father's hands Lucifer scoops him, briefly hiding the boys giggling face from view within the mass of fabric of the hood, but you can hear the sound of quick noisy kisses. 

That makes you break, laughing loudly enough to gain both of their attention. A gurgle of happy noises from your son with his arms in the air and drool trailing down his chin. Lucifer sporting a scowl as his head turns that quickly shifts into a smirk seeing that it’s you. “I see my two favorite boys are busy.” Still laughing as you drop your bag to the floor before throwing your leg over the barrier. 

A low hum as Lucifer places your son on the ground once more, the boy starting to crawl his way towards you and where you’ve taken a seat on the floor. “Diavolo was by. He thought a new plushie was an appropriate gift.” 

“It is, even if the unicorn is almost as big as he is right now.” Moving your fingers as if to incentivize your little star to keep crawling towards you. “I get the feeling however, you’re more upset over what the plushie looks like than the gift itself.” Lifting both of your eyes to settle on his face. “So…” Trailing off before letting your son grab your fingers, lifting them higher to see if you could help him keep his balance as he started to stand to keep his hold on you. 

“What?” 

“Why the?” Tilting your head up and down his body to indicate his outfit. 

Crossing his arms and looking down at the floor with a sigh. “Diavolo thought it would be a good idea for me to hold the plushie while in the onesie, so he’d associate the toy with me.” 

“Ok, that's adorable.” You snicker which just gets you another frown from Lucifer. “Oh come on Luc, don’t be like that. He’ll have centuries to associate you with being the prideful demon you are.” 

“You’re not helping your situation.” 

“Ba!” Your son is standing now, having moved his smaller hands to rest on your knee slapping one of them as if he wants your approval at standing on his own. 

“Such a big boy!” Grinning at him and running your fingers through his black locks, glad he doesn’t seem to have his father's graying tone mixed among the strands. “You can get changed if you want Love. I can take over.” 

Lucifer just sends you a smile that you know means he’s grateful as he stands, heading for the edge to step over it. “Baba!” The outburst has both of you pausing as the boy tries to follow after his father, taking two steps before falling onto his hands. He doesn’t cry from that, not if him still crawling is anything to go by as a few tears fall down his face as he makes his way towards his father. 

“I don’t think he wants you to go, Unicorn Papa.” 

Sighing a bit in resignation as still being in the onesie, Lucifer bends to scoop the boy up. “It’s alright, Papa isn’t leaving you.” Rising you grab the discarded plushie and press it between the boy and Lucifer, smiling as he grabs it allowing you to wipe the dampness from his cheeks. 

“No tears from my big boy.” Smiling at him before lifting your eyes back to Lucifer’s. “I think at this rate, his first word is going to be Papa.” 

Parting his lips, Lucifer doesn’t get a chance to speak as you both hear a click. Turning towards the door to find Mammon and Satan both standing there with cameras in hand. “Now this is gonna make some good blackmail.”  

“I can’t wait to upload these to Devilgram.” 

“Mammmmmoooon” You quickly scoop your son from Lucifer’s arm as the dark mist drifts from his body. 

“Or at this rate, it’s gonna be that with how often he hears it.” You mutter, watching as he goes after both of his brothers. Your son giggling at the sight and you sigh while jostling the boy up and down. “I really hope as you get older you’re more like me than your Dad little star.” Otherwise you’d have two men ready to string people from the ceiling. 

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[ugh-yoongi]

a yoongi soft thought i have been having recently: streamer!yoongs with an also streamer reader, they both work independently but the fans know about their relationship and love it so much! i was thinking about them deciding to do a stream together where the reader does his makeup and they talk to the public, very cliche very soft lol

hope you like the idea, luv your writing ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

omggg you have no idea how much i SQUEALED reading this message. thank u so much for sending it i am now overwhelmed with soft yoongi feels 😭

i have never actually watched a twitch stream??? so i hope i did this justice & you enjoy! <3

stream is starting

pairing: yoongi x reader (no pronouns used) genre: est. relationship, streamer au; fluff warnings: fluff overload. reader does yoongi's nails and makeup. they kiss a lot. idk what to say they're just very in love!! i don't think i said even ONE curse word in this that's how soft it is. unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 1.6k listen to: carly rae jepsen - run away with me; jungkook - seven (nightfall mix)

It starts, as most things do with Yoongi, after a night out.

He’d gone out with Hoseok. Wanted to blow off some steam after a long week for both of them. You’d sent him off with a kiss, a text me if you need a ride that was met with an affectionate roll of his eyes, and finally a have fun, love you that he returned with a smile and a kiss to your forehead.

Now, it’s nearing two a.m., and you’re in bed with a facemask on, staring down at your phone.

Yoongi had sent you a picture. It’s blurry and unfocused, clearly taken on a whim, but those are undoubtedly Hoseok’s hands. You’d know those slender fingers anywhere, but it’s the nail art that tips you off. Each finger is painted black except for his pinkies, which are decorated with smiley face stickers, sealed with an extra-shiny clear coat. Beneath the photo, two texts from your boyfriend:

Is this hard to do They’re cute

You snort, typing out a quick reply.

No, it’s not hard Why, you want me to do your nails?

You expect him to say no. Not because of some toxic masculinity bullshit, he just does too much with his hands. Chip a nail playing guitar? The acetone would be out immediately. Smudge the polish? His pout would be overwhelming.

So you’re surprised, then, when he says yes; when he sends you a few pictures he plucked off of Pinterest, accompanied only with a half-dozen question marks.

Yeah, I can do that, you send him.

Even more surprising:

Maybe on stream? We haven’t done one together yet You can finally do my makeup too

You shouldn’t be surprised by the numbers, considering Yoongi has been hyping it up for weeks.

Kept posting teasers. Had a countdown timer on screen during his usual streams. Acted all coy and shy whenever his chat would ask him about it. Could barely swallow his smile when they demanded to know if you were finally making an appearance. Couldn’t hide the way his cheeks grew pink at all, and that tiny crumb was enough to send the internet into a frenzy.

So, no, you shouldn’t be surprised, but the view count on Yoongi’s screen seems too big to be real.

Yoongi is as shocked as you, but there’s pride simmering beneath the surface. Not once has he turned down an opportunity to show you off. Refuses to keep you hidden despite how private he insists on being otherwise. Doesn’t want you to feel like you’re a secret; wants everyone to know how much he adores you.

You’re certainly feeling adored now. “Does that say thirty thousand?”

“Sure does. Think you can perform under that kind of pressure?”

You snort. Pinch playfully at his side. Yoongi squeals, twists away from you, but he’s more serious when he comes back around. Reaches for you as he settles, hands on your hips, thumb brushing the warm skin beneath your sweatshirt. “Thanks for doing this with me,” he says, and you know Yoongi means it the same way you say I love you.

All you can do is smile, suddenly overwhelmed by how fond you are of him. How it feels like your heart grows three sizes every time he flashes you one of those gummy smiles of his own.

“Of course,” you say, because there’s only—“Five minutes. You ready?”

He pulls a face. Asks you to sit for a quick light test. Spends a few seconds fussing over it even though you think it looks fine. Makes sure all your supplies are organized and at the ready—you decided to let Yoongi’s stream decide all the colors and stickers, so there’s stuff everywhere, and you can see how stressed he is.

So you reach out, smooth over the furrow between his brows. “Relax, baby.”

He huffs. “I’m trying, it’s just—”

“You’ve done this a million times.”

“Yeah, by myself. Not with you. Not in front of… Jesus, there’s even more of them now.”

You roll your lips to hide the smile that’s creeping up. “C’mere,” you say, sliding your fingers through his belt loops. “Everything is going to be fine, okay? This is just for fun. Deep breaths.”

Yoongi listens. Closes his eyes, sucks in a breath. Holds it for a few seconds before he exhales, and it probably doesn’t do anything to dampen the buzz, but at least he looks glued back together. “I know.” Another inhale, another slow exhale. “I just want this to go well.”

“It will.”

He looks like he wants to argue. Push back on it. But Yoongi knows you just like you know him, and he trusts you implicitly. He wants to argue. Instead, he says, “Okay,” presses a soft kiss to your lips, and that’s the end of that.

“What color did they decide on?”

Admittedly, you might’ve gone overboard. Surely you didn’t need to bring over every eyeshadow palette you own, but you wanted options, and now those options are coming back to bite you in the rear. There are too many.

Yoongi huffs. “I don’t know. I can’t scroll through the chat because you made me put my hands in this ridiculous thing.”

“It’s a UV lamp. You don’t want your nails to chip, do you? After I just spent all that time and effort—”

“Okay, okay,” Yoongi relents, and a familiar blush creeps up his neck. Over his shoulder, you can see his chat explode with messages. “You see what I have to put up with?” he asks them.

“Yeah, it’s awful,” you agree, leaning in closer to the monitor. “Hi, guys. What color eye makeup should we do?” The chat erupts again. Messages come in faster than you can keep up with. “Wow, there are a lot of you. Of course I’m going to do eyeliner. Oh—I’m seeing a lot of requests for purple. That okay with you, babe?”

“Sure. Give the people what they want.”

With a smile, you pat his cheek with a gentle hand, cooing at him. “So accommodating. Isn’t he the best, chat?” Yoongi rolls his eyes, blush deepening. You think he’d hide behind his hands if they weren’t still drying. “Okay, nails are all done. Want to show them how they turned out?”

Like most things with Yoongi are, it’s easy.

He sits patiently while you prime his skin, commenting on how nice it is, and he makes small talk with his chat. Tells them how the two of you met, how disastrous your first date had been, how Yoongi thought he’d blown it for good. He’s told all of these stories before, but it still warms your heart to hear them again—to hear the way he speaks each word with such care, such affection.

“Show them how beautiful you look with your eye makeup done.”

He rolls his eyes, but does as you request anyway. Once again, the chat explodes, and the amount of emotes whirring by nearly makes you go crosseyed. COUPLE GOALS!!!! stands out amongst the chaos, and you know Yoongi has read it because another slow, gummy smile takes over his face.

You do his foundation next even though he doesn’t need any. Even though the chat demands he drop his skincare routine and he admits he doesn’t have one. “It is so unfair that you have this skin and can barely remember to moisturize.” You pretend to boo him. “God truly has favorites.”

“Yeah, you,” Yoongi says, and it’s so quick, so automatic, that it catches you off guard. Has you spraying the setting spray before you can tell him to close his eyes. “Aish, what was that—”

“Sorry!”

“I’m blind,” he wails. “You’ve blinded me!”

“I did not—”

But you’re up and off anyway, disappearing into the bathroom for a wet washcloth. You can hear Yoongi’s raspy laughter from the hall, know he’s not grievously injured and is just playing it up for laughs, and you don’t mind. Loving Yoongi means seeing all of his parts, and you know he’s got a darkness in him just like everyone else, that sometimes he finds it hard to escape it, so you want him to be this carefree and joyous always. Want to hear that laughter all the time.

You’re hovering in the doorway when he says, “Do you think this is what they meant when they said love is blind?”

And you’re… struck. You can feel how much Yoongi loves you in everything he does; can hear it in every word he says whenever he speaks about you. He handpicks each one, wraps it in the care it deserves. Not because they’re fragile, but because he wants to, and that kind of love feels a little overwhelming. Has you blinking back tears.

You’re not going to cry on stream, so you take a second to get yourself together before you walk back in the room. Say, “Are you done being dramatic yet?” because it’s easier to joke, and Yoongi shoots you a smile that says he knows.

“Of course,” he answers. “Please continue. The chat is patiently waiting to see the final product.”

You make a show of looking over his shoulder again, at pretending to read all the comments. You press a kiss to his temple just because you’re there. “Oh, they are, are they?”

One catches your eye: is anyone else painfully aware of how single they are rn.

[duckprintspress]

Mythical Creature Pride Enamel Pins and Stickers!

The Kickstarter campaign to create enamel pins and stickers of these six absolutely precious mythical creature designs is now live! Love Pride? Love cute creatures? Longing to fly your Pride colors high with some cute-but-subtle Pride beasties? You have come to the right place! We’ve taken our excitement for Pride 2024 and turned it into six precious, adorable, gorgeous designs featuring playful mythical creatures in Pride flag colors that you’re not gonna want to miss! 

Each design is available as a die-cut sticker and as an enamel pin. You can get whichever stickers and pins you want: mix-and-match; get duplicates; or even back at our highest, premium backer level and get to anoint one of these cuties with a name that we’ll use for them forever after this campaign!

All the artwork is by Pippin Peacock ( @migglangelus ), who brought 110% of their inspiration, creativity, and dedication to this project, and logistics are being handled by Nina Waters at Duck Prints Press.

The designs are:

Pegasus, in transgender pride flag colors.

Loch Ness, in mlm/gay pride flag colors.

Phoenix, in wlw/lesbian pride flag colors.

Dragon, in non-binary pride flag colors.

Chimera, in bisexual pride flag colors.

Cerberus, in asexual pride flag colors (these are also the colors of the demisexual pride flag).

This campaign is running through April 2nd 2024, and we are aiming for fulfillment before or during Pride month in June.

Even better – if we can hit our stretch goals, we can offer more creatures in more flag colors!

So help us reach our goals – check out the campaign and become a backer now!

[yikesmary]

omg for wonu’s birthday could i request like reader and his daughter trying to prepare a birthday surprise for him. like maybe they’re tryna set up dinner for him after practice or a breakfast in the morning

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE — jeon wonwoo x reader

summary: where you and nari try to make breakfast and a cake before wonwoo wakes up… if only your daughter knew what the word “surprise” meant.

notes: the fact that i’m getting requests for dad!seventeen when i don’t want children LMAO. i’m not mad about it, i just think it’s funny irony. keep the requests coming though <3

this was supposed to be posted on wonwoo's birthday, but my keyboard likes not working so I had to write this in small sessions whenever my keyboard was cooperative with me, so sorry about posting late <3

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“Not too fast on the stirring, Nari. The mix might spill over,” you told your daughter, watching as she tried to diligently stir the bowl that contained the homemade frosting mixture.

Your daughter hummed and stopped stirring to look at you, “Like this, mommy?”

You nodded and she smiled, her cheeks and forehead were somehow lightly covered in the mixture. Laughing, you grabbed a clean dishrag and wiped the mixture off, her face scrunching as you wiped.

“Do you think daddy will like this?” Nari asked.

“Of course he will! Especially since it’s coming from you!” You replied, kissing your daughter on the head.

“And it’s coming from you too!” She cheerfully exclaimed.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Wonwoo was looking at the both of you with pride and adoration. He had awoken to an empty spot beside him in bed, and when he looked in Nari’s room, she was nowhere to be found either.

For a second, he thought of the worse, before a distinct noise coming from the kitchen capture his attention. Wonwoo tried his best to enter the kitchen as silently as he could, and that’s when he saw you and Nari.

Nari was the first one to stop Wonwoo, gasping and getting down from the little step stool that was for her; all the guys had gifted it to her and decorated it together, ‘Jeon Nari’ on it with the most cluttered, disorganized mess of stickers were on it, yet it was probably her most prized possession in the kitchen.

She practically jumped onto Wonwoo, who had fast enough reflexes and just knew she was going to do that. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!” Nari yelled out, grabbing his face and squeezing. While she didn’t have the strength to hurt him, it looked painful with his glasses pressing against his temples.

You smiled at the sight and joined the father-daughter duo. “Happy Birthday, baby,” you greeted, kissing him on the lips.

“Daddy, we’re making you a surprise cake and breakfast!” your daughter exclaimed, clueless on the fact that the point of a surprise was to keep it a surprise.

Wonwoo laughed at her secret keeping and you couldn’t help but laugh as well. “It’s not so much of a secret now that you told him, sweetheart,” you cooed at Nari, pinching her chubby cheeks at how cute she was.

“What’s for breakfast—“

“Nope,” you cut him off and turned him and Nari away from the food, the only semblance of hope you had at keeping his birthday breakfast a secret.

“How about you and Nari go to the living room and finish one of your LEGO projects and I’ll finish up here and call you guys when I’m ready,” you directed.

Nari clapped at the mention of the LEGOs and Wonwoo said, “what if I help—“

“You can help me by playing with our daughter in the living room and leaving me to finish your food, birthday boy,” you told him.

Sighing, he finally listened and left the kitchen, making you smile in satisfaction.

“Nari! Wonwoo! Breakfast’s ready!” You called out, placing the final plate on the table.

You heard two pairs of footsteps approach and saw that Nari ran in first, with Wonwoo lagging slightly behind. “I win!” Nari yelled out victoriously.

“You are so fast, Nari!” Wonwoo exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Once Nari was distracted, Wonwoo looked at you and whispered, “I totally let her win,”

“I don’t know, Nari was pretty fast…” you teased.

“So that’s how we’re going to play it, huh?” He challenged, and you widened your eyes, knowing what was going to happen.

Trying to get a head start, you tried running away but Wonwoo caught you, his arms around your waist and swinging you away from the door. Wonwoo then started tickling you and you squeaked and started laughing uncontrollably.

In the midst of your laughing, your daughter somehow joined in the mix, tickling you like her father was doing. “I surrender!” You tried saying, tapping Wonwoo on his knee, which instantly made him stop.

As you tried to catch your breath, Wonwoo carried Nari to a chair and began unfolding a napkin to put on her lap and another unfolded napkin around her neck. “Why do I have to do this?” she asked.

“Because I don’t want you getting your clothes dirty,” Wonwoo said.

“I see Uncle Gyu and Uncle Vernon do this sometimes,” Nari said.

“That’s because they both inhale their food,” he responded.

Once you were able to catch your breath, you sat on a dining room chair, exhausted.

You then grabbed Nari’s plate (smaller than yours and Wonwoo’s) and little portions of everything that was cooked. Then after making sure all of the food was in Nari-appropriate pieces, you gave it to her, along with kid-safe chopsticks.

Silence fell between the three of you, the only noise coming from the chewing and the occasional chopstick grazing the plate.

"What do you want to do for your birthday?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"I could go back to sleep right now and I'd be happy with what I've done for my birthday," Wonwoo smiled.

"Come on, there has to be something that you've always wanted to do for your birthday but never did,"

"Well, there is one thing,"

"Hurry, Dad!" Nari squealed, jumping up and down out of excitement.

"Just give me a second, Nari," Wonwoo said, placing the pile of blankets on a nearby chair. He then grabbed one of the blankets and placed it on the formations of chairs, making a makeshift fort.

Nari ran into the space, and since she was very small in comparison to the space, there was enough space for her to run around. You then walked into the room, arms filled with various snacks that all of you liked.

Wonwoo walked towards you and grabbed some of the snacks in order to help you out, and then crouched down to walk into the fort.

"What movie should we watch first?"

"Mommy, can we please watch a Marvel movie?" Nari asked you, giving you the similar puppy-dog eyes Wonwoo seemed to give you whenever he wanted something.

"Are you sure, baby? Some Marvel movies are violent," Wonwoo asked, patting Nari's head.

"I can watch it! I'm a good girl," Nari promised.

"How about we watch Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse?" You suggested, the movie was the closest thing to a compromise.

The father and daughter looked at each other before nodding in agreement.

Light snores filled the room as you watched Wonwoo and Nari sleep, the movie only halfway before the both of them got sleepy. It seemed routine for them to sleep whenever there was a movie put on.

Knowing that the position they were in was going to give them a sore neck, you softly shook Wonwoo awake. His glasses were askew, but his eyes fluttered open and he looked confused before looking around and then finally seeing you.

"You guys fell asleep," you softly informed him.

He yawned but moved slowly since Nari was on him. Moving her so he can carry her comfortably, he stood up. You watched as he moved, and you assumed that he was going to Nari's room to put her on her bed.

When he came back, you already started on cleaning up the food and the fort. "How did you like your birthday?" You asked, turning to him.

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer in order to give you a peck on the lips.

"It was the best birthday I've ever had,"

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[sheyri]

My Triple A experience at Pride

I love going to Pride. Being among fellow queer people, loud music, blocking traffic with our demonstration, and just vibing. I try to attend as many as I can and travel for hours on full trains if necessary.

Big Prides are great, but I especially love smaller ones in rural areas. It's less of a party and more of a demonstration, as it should be. Unfortunately rural in my area means risking confrontations with nazis, but that's a different story.

But no matter how much I love being at Pride, there's always this underlying feeling of being excluded.

Even at smaller Prides, I'm usually not the only person with an ace flag. Occasionally you can find someone with an aro flag, sometimes even an aroace person. Rarely someone with an agender flag. Though there are more people with those as pins or other accessories. But hey, most people just have the rainbow flag and no one has to disclose their sexuality or gender. In short, the people in the demonstration are great!

But from the organisation side? It's almost like the A doesn't exist! Stage discussions? Nope, at most they name asexual when they go through the list of labels. Info material? I saw one flyer about grey asexuality. Stickers? Yeah, okay, those exist in the mix, but mostly ace.

On the other hand you see lesbian and gay, trans and bi everywhere. I love penis/I love vagina, love is love, love who you want, etc. Great to see that political parties don't look past the LGBT. Nice that discussions include non-binary people as an afterthought.

When talking about love all the time, is it too much to ask to mention there are different kinds of love? That love doesn't have to be romantic to be valid? That it can be whatever you want it to be? Mention the split attraction model in info material? Have info material about aromanticism at all? Some parties actually have an aromantic sticker, but those are even rarer than ace ones.

This year there's a lot of talk about legally changing your gender, because they finally changed the law in Germany to make it a lot easier. The stage discussions are all about how it used to be and how much easier it is now. I'm not sure if I heard mention of non-binary and intersex people in this regard. If, then it wasn't much. Would've been nice to hear them mention that "diverse" is an option for your legal gender, or that you can have it removed all together. And why and for whom that is important. Especially since some federal states banned gender sensitive language from schools and government places, to "protect the German language". (They criticised that and it's a whole different rant.) Come on, gender isn't a binary, some people exist somewhere in the middle, or outside of it, or don't have a gender at all. That's not new information and queer organisations like Pride should be well aware of that and speak about it! But I guess that topic is too risky and too uncomfortable for a stage in a public place.

TL,DR Pride is great, but as an aroace agender person I often feel excluded and unseen at least to some extent.

All that said, I have to end on something positive: my favourite Pride so far - CSD Göttingen 2023.

Organised by the community, for the community. No political parties were present, because they were not invited and not welcome. Instead we had queer organisations talking on stage and manning booths. Including the local asexual and aromantic network.

There were banners along the demonstration route, saying love is love. They were put up by the city, independently, without asking the organisers if those banners were wanted. They were not. (The organisers said that.)

Out of 15 Prides I went to so far, this one was the one where I felt most at home. Unfortunately it's quite far from where I live and this year it shares a date with another Pride I want to attend, so I can't go there again. Hopefully next year. And hopefully they can keep going like this. Independent from politicians.

[dollsahoy]

Today's shop debut: The Garlic Pride Collection!

Each one is available as a 3"/76mm sticker on white vinyl

I know I didn't cover everything, but this seemed like a good start and I can add more if there's enough interest

[asnowfern]

Pride Of A Girl Dad

A/N: Day 2 of @cassianappreciationweek : Hair! I just absolutely love the idea of Cassian embracing his role as a girl dad and all its shenanigans😍💕 Cassian would absolutely rock the girl-dad hair, no?

Please enjoy the lil lighthearted drabble under the cut💕

As usual, Nesta hears them before she even turns the door knob. An unwitting smile forms when she surveys the sight before her — of her daughter and husband by the sofa.

Cassian is sitting on the floor with his back facing little Alea seated above. The little Valkyrie giggles as her grubby hands snaps yet another brightly coloured hair clip on her father’s head. The loud thud of it tells Nesta about the hurt the action had surely inflicted on the scalp.

Her mate notices her the moment she returns, of course. Hazel eyes snapping up to meet blue grey with a look mixed in equal parts of mirth and a cry for help.

“Look, mama!” Their daughter exclaims excitedly, tugging roughly onto a lock of hair and elicits a twitch of an eyelid. “I’m doing papa’s hair!”

“It looks great, baby.” She comments with a wide smile as she walks towards them, dropping a kiss on Alea’s forehead, then Cassian’s cheek. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Uh-huh!” She nods, not looking up from where her fingers have grabbed the last of Cassian’s free strands. She twists them and fastens it with a large red clip. She inspects her completed work — an assortment of clips and stickers adorned on her precious papa’s head, and nods in satisfaction. Alea looks up to explain, “It’s red! Just like papa’s siphons.”

Nesta’s heart melts in that instant.

“It looks just like it.” She agrees, “Maybe Alea can store some power in there too?”

Alea’s eyes widen into gems. “Then I can protect papa too?”

Cassian turns at that moment, his eyes impossibly soft. He tells the toddler warmly, “You protect papa all the time, baby.” He reaches out an arm and pulls Nesta in, enveloping his girls in a warm bear of an embrace, his wings cocooning the both of them. “Both of you do.”

The hug doesn’t last very long, about as long as it could with a wriggly toddler. Though the warm feeling in Nesta’s chest lingers until a flash of disapproval leaks from Cassian’s end of the bond. The space between her brows pull into a frown as she looks up into the slightly glazed look in hazel eyes.

Ah, bad news from Rhys then.

“Everything alright?” She asks afterwards.

He clicks his tongue in response. “Trouble with some of the Illyrian troops sent to train with the Darkbringers.”

“Go, I’ve got this.” Nesta reassures him, easily falling back to their mutually agreed arrangement on baby caring and work. She then watches with amusement as the little Illyrian begins to protest vehemently at Cassian removing the hair accessories.

“Keep them on! They protect papa!” She shrieks.

Knowing this is an argument her mate isn’t going to win, Nesta laughs wholeheartedly when Cassian returns later that afternoon with parts of his hair still sticking out in every direction, adorned with the protective “siphons” left by their daughter. She sneaks an opportunity while Alea wasn’t looking then, to kiss him deeply.