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[seeksstaronmewni]

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[poetess-trobadour]

I have seen boys that played men

And I've seen women who played along

Just to be with such boys,

And vice versa.

I think about how that's funny

In a truly heartbreaking way.

It made me make myself a promise,

A red cotton thread around my left wrist,

Where it's closer to my heart.

My promise, it says:

If I ever carry a girl into this world,

I hope I can teach her many lessons,

But above all others,

I hope I can teach her a lesson or respect.

I will teach her to respect herself enough

To never settle for a puddle

When her heart is loud and anxious with oceans.

And I will teach her to respect others

Enough to be genuine.

And if I ever carry a baby boy,

I hope I can give him plenty,

But above many things,

I hope I can give him reasons.

I will give him reasons solid enough

To withstand any storm

When his mind is shaken with quakes to the core.

And I will teach him to reason with others,

To be reliable enough.

And, as oceans and earthquakes are boundless,

I will teach him a lesson of respect;

I will give her reasons, as well.

And if they happen to live as brother and sister,

I hope that more than from me,

They will learn from each other.

Then, they will be a true power to be reckoned with —

Intertwined in their shared wisdoms,

Bearing their mother's oceans and mountains,

And their father's prairies and thunders —

Perhaps — I'm not sure yet,

Of whom or what my future holds,

Of where winds blow or which fires catch;

But while that part of it is yet mine to uncover,

I have certainty about them —

Unsinkable, unshakable —

As I know that, naturally,

They will be greater than I ever can.

Future, August 2018

[makgeolii]

keoni's unsure about most foods already

[acinematicworld]

Goosebumps Chase Card Set of 6 Cards Glow in Dark Topps 1996

[the-mirror-lied]

jeez, slappy. talk about a loose dummy. :////

[kiltedkeefe]

So in the interests of development of life skills, I'm going to pass down a bit of wisdom that will serve you well.

When one encounters a strange, obviously old, most definitely not a copy of the Readers Digest yearly compilation book in some strange place-perhaps like on a basalt altar you found in a cave hiking, or on a bloodstained table in the root cellar of your cousin's remote hunting cabin- there are certain rules for best practices.

1. We do not touch the book. Let it lie otherwise you'll die.

2. We do not open the book. Maybe circumstances have dictated you have to pick up the book or move it. Let it stay closed.

3. FOR ALL THAT IS SACRED, WE DO NOT I REPEAT NOT READ ALOUD FROM IT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. WE DO NOT TELL OUR FRIENDS THAT THE LATIN IS FUNNY AND READ IT ALOUD TO ILLUSTRATE THE POINT OR SOUND OUT SOME GIBBERISH PHONETICALLY. YOUR EYEBALLS STAY OFF THE PAGE, AND YOUR MOUTH DARE NOT SPEAK THE WORDS.

Practice safe eldritch knowledge.

[pharaoh-friend]

whered you go?

...Edward pushes on the lid of the sarcophagus trapping him, taking another moment to find his head and unwrap his own eyes from the gauze its tied in.

He slowly gets up from the sarcophagus, grumbling about how his skin felt dry and wondering why he felt so empty just to glance down at the sandy floor beneath him and see a ton of beautifully carved canopic jars at his feet.

...He winces, remembering what he learned in sixth grade history and stiffly nudges one jar with his wrapped foot, wincing further when he saw a dried up liver slide out.

At least he could still feel his heart inside of him?...

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

SUPER BELATED Spring Cleaning 2024 Sale

okok the whole starting a separate part time job kinda threw me for a while but I've GOT MY SHIT TOGETHER!!! IT'S STILL SPRING!!!!

Basically, I have way too many print designs, and I've selected 9 of the older/less popular ones to phase out. I've put the following listings on sale for 25% off, and when they're out, they're OUT (unless people years down the line ask for a reprint batch or two). I updated the inventory quantity in each listing to accurately reflect how many of each print is left

this sale is gonna last a month, whatever's left over after the sale ends I'll just end up recycling. And from there on I'll be looking into creating funky NEW print designs for yall!

This sale doesn't affect the remaining 20-odd designs I have in the shop at the moment, you can still buy those whenever

1) why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food

2) Smashed Mouthe: Put Thy Show On

3) I may not know my flowers....

4) Born in a Graveyard Raised by a witch...

5) The only thing better than collecting BOG MUMMIES is BECOMING one! it's NATURAL, it's ORGANIC, and it's COMPLETELY FREE OF CHARGE!!!

6) Pinpath: A poem I wrote about my cross stitch needle, available in uncial and italic hands

7) Gaymer House (this one does well actually but I could have designed it nicer. Might just be selling out these old ones and come up with a new design for June)

8) Dummy Thicc Telltale Heart

9) Yeah, I'm into Battles Dragons Swords and Magic

The sale should be live! clicking those links should take you to the discounted listings, have fun yall!

I'll be boosting this a few times in the next day or two and then i'll limit boosts to once every few days or so in order to not fuck up anyone's dash

[daisyblog]

The Show

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry, YN and Grace go to Niall’s show in Manchester.

Based on this request.

Like Niall had surprised them at Harry’s show, YN had suggested that they do the same to him. So sneakily YN has managed to organise everything with the help of Amelia.

With Grace safely secure as she sat in her carrier on Harry’s chest, they walked hand in hand through the corridors of the arena, Anne and Darren behind, keeping them company.

“Do you think he’ll be surprised?”. Harry asked as he lead his family towards the backstage area.

“I bloody hope so…I’ve planned this for months”. YN reached across to place Grace’s dummy back in.

As they rounded the corner Amelia was quick to spot them. Greeting them both with a hug, saying how nice it was to them again.

“Hello little cutie…are you going to have a little dance tonight?”. Amelia made a fuss of the smaller Styles who only gave a gummy smile back. “You are just too cute!”.

“Amelia? Babe?”. Niall’s voice called, startling them. Before they knew it the main man appeared, shock written all over his face as he noticed who Amelia was talking to.

“Surprise!”. YN shouted, impressed with how surprised Niall looked. His mouth opening and closing as he processed it.

Niall opened his arms ready to give them all a cuddle. “You sly little fucker!”. YN laughed into Niall’s shoulder as she had text him a little white lie earlier on about how she was in London.

“You should have known we would never miss your show”. YN squeezed him tight as she hadn’t seen him in a while due to his tour.

“Hello darling!”. Niall’s attention was soon taken by Grace. “Have you come to see me be silly on stage?”.

“Aaahhh!”. Grace cooed, bringing her fist up to her mouth to attempt to chew on.

“Have you got a request? Or are you just like your Mummy and anything One Direction will keep you happy?”. Niall teased.

YN playfully rolled her eyes, but secretly she hoped he hadn’t changed his setlist.

“Didn’t realise you brought the whole family Harry”. Niall noticed Anne further up the hallway. “Anne!”.

Harry glanced at his Mum behind him. “She’s on Grandma duty!”.

“Ah Niall…my love…so good to see you”. She wrapped her motherly arms around the Irish lad.

“Thank you for coming!”. Niall was taken back at his much love he was surrounded with. “They’ve got you on Granny duty have they?”.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way”. Anne smiled at her Granddaughter who was looking around at all the new faces that walked by.

“Niall…you’re on in ten”. A voice interrupted them, telling them all that they needed to move to their seats.

“Have fun out there…so proud of you man!”. Harry gave Niall a brotherly hug, both of them trying not to squish Grace in the process.

Niall quickly gave Anne a quickly hug and thanked her again for coming to the show.

But in typical YN style, she managed to hear Niall’s infectious laugh as she pulled away from his cuddle. “I’m only here for the One Direction songs”.

Niall knew YN was teasing, it was what he loved the most about her was her cheeky and mischievous personality. “Tomlinson…I’ll sing them just for you tonight”. He used her old nickname as he called back down the hallway.

---

As the Styles family settled into their seats in the box, fans were quick to notice their attendance at Niall’s show. Taking photos and videoing them wanting to share with fans around the world that Harry was supporting Niall.

Grace was cuddled into Anne’s arms as her tired eyes grew heavy and her ears covered with her defenders. The lights dimming and the sound of the Nice To Meet You began.

“I like the way you talk, I like the things you wear…I want your number tattooed on my arm in ink, I swear…'Cause when the morning comes…I know you won't be there…Every time I turn around, you disappear”.

With Grace fully asleep and in the safe hands of Anne, YN and Harry enjoyed the start if the show. Singing along and both wearing proud smiles as they watched Niall appear on stage.

“Nice to meet ya…Where ya been?…Let me treat ya…To a drink…Nice to meet ya”.

YN sang along loudly to the lyrics, feeling her inner fangirl appear.

---

YN knew Niall’s song lyrics word for word, so the minute she heard the beginning she would get excited. Harry was honest, he’d a few but each one was like hearing them for the first time.

“Tell me what you want, because you know I want it too…Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room…I've been thinking what I'd do when I'm alone with you…Just say nothing, small talk only gets in the way”.

YN sang the lyrics into Harry’s ear, which only caused him to pull her closer to him, his hands now resting on her waist.

“Just remember my Mum is behind us…I know how carried away you get”. Harry spoke into her ear as the loud arena sang along.

YN only glanced up at him with a cheeky smirk. “No small talk”.

---

“Yeah, she loves when everybody's watching…She knows the way her body moves…She loves…the way they all crawl back when she says…She loves nobody else but you”.

YN danced along to Niall signing, swaying her hips as she playfully sang the lyrics to Harry, who nodded his head to the catchy beat.

---

“Hold tight, get ready for the ride”.

YN and Harry both waited for the beat to drop, something they do in the privacy of their own home.

“If everythin' was easy, nothing ever broke…If everythin' was simple, how would we know?…How to fix your tears, how to fake a show…How to paint a smile, yeah, how would we know?…How good we have it though?”.

The husband and wife, held eachother as they belted out the lyrics, knowing the meaning behind them.

---

“Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise…And I can't believe my eyes…Oh, I must be seeing blind…Oh, no I, you're too good to be all mine…Now I'm looking in your eyes…Oh, I must be seeing blind”.

Harry couldn’t hide his blushed face as YN loudly sang the words to him, but fans were quick to capture him placing a kiss to her lips.

---

Black and White was definitely one of the couples favourites, and that was down the lyrics and purpose of the song. There would never be another love for either of them, and they had promised each other they would love the other for the rest of their life.

“Yeah, I see us in black and white…Crystal clear on a starlit night…In all your gorgeous colors…I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life…See you standin' in your dress…Swear in front of all our friends…There'll never be another…I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life”.

With Harry’s arm wrapped around YN’s shoulder and hers around his waist, they bounced along singing as loud as they could, feeling the lyrics deep.

---

“Baby, you could start a cult, you see…Anywhere you go, I'll be…You are so much more than beautiful to me”.

YN now stood in front of Harry, his arms now wrapped around her body as they swayed gently to Niall’s acoustic voice and the sound of the guitar strumming.

“Oh, I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow…I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow…I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow…I'll follow you”.

---

“God only knows where this could go…and even if our love starts to grow outta control…And you and me go up in flames…Heaven won't be the same”.

Joining in with the fans, YN and Harry waved their arms back and forth in rhythm before clapping along to the chorus.

---

As Niall was singing If You Leave Me, Grace began to stir and as much as she loved her Grandma Anne, cuddles with her Mummy was just what she wanted.

“If you leave me…Oh, I think that I just might lose it completely, yeah…If you leave me…Hope you know that you're sentencing me to a life on my knees…Don't know who I would be”.

Still wearing her ear defenders, Grace looked at the stage from her mother’s arms. The bright lights catching her attention as YN danced gently with Grace in her arms.

---

Grace was now watching the show from Harry’s arms, cooing and awwing at the change of lights, and smiling at her Daddy as he danced silly with her.

“Who's that shadow holding me hostage?”.

The all too familiar song began, and Harry had never seen YN’s eyes light up so much. “You woke up just in time Gracie”. Harry placed a loving kiss to her cheek. “Daddy wrote this one!”.

“I've been here for days…Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?…I know they'll be coming to find me soon…But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you”.

The inner 1D fan girl was rushing out of YN as she and Anne sang the lyrics proudly, dancing together.

“Oh, baby, look what you've done to me…Oh, baby, look what you've done now…Oh, baby, I'll never leave you if you keep holding me this way…Oh-oh-oh-oh”.

Harry couldn’t help but notice the full circle moment. He had gone from writing this song in a studio one day, to performing it on stage with his four brothers, to singing it on his own at his own shows, to dancing and singing it with his wife and daughter.

And in the words of Niall Horan “No, it doesn't get, doesn't get better than this!”.

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[dearchloe]

little learning time: homophones

All characters are 18+

Today, let's talk about homophones!

That's a big scary word, isn't it? But it's nothing to worry about! A homophone is just a word that sounds the same as another word, even though it looks different and has a different meaning. Can you think of any examples?

Here's one! We and wee are homophones!

We is a word that's used to talk about yourself and other people together! For example:

"We need to talk about your potty habits," Mummy told Lily.

You see how here, Mummy is talking about herself and Lily?

Wee is different! It's what makes your nappies all warm and soggy sometimes! Or if you're super big and your mummy trusts you not to make a mess, maybe you do your wees in the potty. For example:

"I didn't wee on the floor!" Lily argued.

You see how here, Lily is talking about wee as an action she 'didn't' do? That means it's a verb, but we haven't learnt about those yet, so don't worry! Wee can also be a noun. We did learn about those. Do you remember what they are?

That's right! They're words that name a certain thing. For example:

"Did you do a wee in the potty, Lily?" Mummy asked.

Can you remember how to pick all the nouns out of this sentence?

It's important to know about some common homophones because if you don't, you might use the wrong word, and then your sentences won't make sense! Your mummy might even think it's just baby babble!

Look:

"Wee need to talk about your potty habits," Mummy told Lily.

That doesn't make much sense, does it now?

There are some super important homophones that are really easy to get wrong! Shall we learn them?

The first set of homophones come as a three! Can you count that high?

The words are to, too, and two. Let's take them one by one.

To is a word we use to show direction and movement. We could say that Mummy went to the nursery, or Mummy gave the bottle to Lily. Can you tell what's moving in each sentence?

Too is a word that means 'more than the right amount'. We could say that Lily was too little to use the potty, or Lily's nappy was too wet to last the night. You could remember this one by thinking that it has too many Os — more than both the other homophones in the set!

Two is a number! How are your maths classes going? We could say that Mummy has two little girls, or that Lily did a number two in her Pull-Up. Pee-yew! You could remember this one by thinking that the W in the middle is like two Vs stuck together. Or is that too complicated for little brains?

You should also know the difference between there, their, and they're!

There is a word we use to talk about places! It means 'in that place', or 'at that point'. It can also be used to say that something is present. We could say that the potty is over there, or that there were lots of nappies for Lily in Mummy's bag. You can remember this because the word there contains another word that we use to talk about places. Can you spy it? The word is 'here'! Why not write out the phrase here and there a few times? I'm sure that will help you remember!

Their is a word that we use to talk about things belonging to other people! Remember when we talked about nouns? Their is a word that describes who a noun belongs to, and that means it's a type of word called an adjective! But don't worry about that too much, we'll learn about adjectives another day. We could say that Lily and Katie loved their Mummy, or that when Lily tried to be big, Mummy and Katie rolled their eyes. How do you think we can remember this one? Would you like to come up with your own rule?

A rule that helps us remember something is called a mnemonic! Can you say that word? That's ok, it's a very tricky word for little mouths! Maybe it would help if you took your dummy out?

Remember, their is a word that you use to talk about things belonging to more than one other person! You can also use it to talk about things belonging to your nonbinary friends or caretakers, if they use they/them pronouns! It's super important to be respectful of other people's identities when you talk about them.

Now let's talk about they're! See how it has an apostrophe in the middle? An apostrophe is a special mark that does lots of different jobs, but in this word, it's telling us about something called a contraction. That means that this word should have extra letters in it! Can you guess what letters?

They're is a contraction of they are! See how the a of are has been taken out, and the two words have been joined together? Because this is a phrase that gets used lots and lots, people have come up with this shorter form to make it quicker to say and write. We could say they're both getting their nappies changed, or they're going to bed early.

This one is super easy to remember! You just need to look at your sentence and decide if it would make sense to replace they're with the words they are.

Do you want to try it?

Let's take this sentence from earlier, Lily and Katie loved their Mummy. If you got a little bit confused and wrote Lily and Katie loved they're Mummy, you could use this trick! So the sentence would say Lily and Katie loved they are Mummy.

Does that make sense? No, I don't think so either! So now you know that they're isn't the homophone in this sentence!

They're is used to talk about what two or more people are, or what a nonbinary person using they/them pronouns is! If you're talking about a single person who uses he/him, she/her, or other pronouns, you have to use a different contraction. Some examples are he's and she's.

Do you know about homophones now? Are you sure? Let's find out!

Can you choose the right homophone in the following sentences?

Lily and Katie are to/too/two confident about there/their/they're potty training.

The to/too/two of them decide they don't need there/their/they're nappies any more.

They think they can make it to/too/two the potty every single time.

There/their/they're not right about that, are they?

They take there/their/they're nappies off when Mummy isn't there/their/they're.

Lily and Katie are really to/too/two little to do this, though!

There/their/they're are lots of puddles on the floor when Mummy gets home, and she's cross.

Her to/too/two little girls have pottied everywhere without there/their/they're nappies on!

She smacks there/their/they're bottoms and puts them to/too/two bed early.

It's lucky Mummy has to/too/two boobies to/too/two give her to/too/two babies there/their/they're nighttime feed faster.

How are you feeling? Do you think you picked all the right homophones? Let's see!

Q1

The first homophone here is too! Remember, it means 'more than the right amount'! How much confidence do you think is the right amount for Katie and Lily to have in their potty training?

The other homophone in this sentence is their, because it's the potty training belonging to Katie and Lily — it's theirs, even if there isn't very much of it!

Q2

The first homophone here is two. Why's that? Remember, two is a number! Can you count that high? One little girl and another little girl make two little girls! The next answer is their. The nappies definitely belong to Katie and Lily! They're not Mummy's, she's far too big! What kind of nappies do you have? Are they as adorable as you are?

Q3

There's only one answer here, and it's to! Remember, we use this one when we're talking about movement. Katie and Lily are moving to the potty — or at least, they should be. Do you go to the potty, or does the potty come to you? Or are you too little for that, and you still potty in your pants?

Q4

The answer in this sentence is they're. Look at the sentence! You could use they are instead, right?

Do you think you're right about how good your potty training is? Does your mummy agree with you? You should listen to her! Lots of little ones get overconfident if they sometimes manage to get their wees and poos in the potty, but good mummies know that potty training is a long process and little ones can't always be trusted!

Q5

This sentence is especially tricky, because it has two homophones in it that sound the same as each other! The first one is their. That's because the nappies still belong to Katie and Lily even after they take them off. When your mummy takes your soggy nappies off, they're still yours! And no one else wants them, do they? That would be yucky!

The second one is there. How do we remember this one? That's right! It has the word 'here' in it, so it talks about places! This sentence is about where Mummy is. What does your mummy do when she's not there? Does she leave you all by yourself, or do you get to play with a babysitter?

Q6

The answer here is too! That's a tricky one, because of course, Katie and Lily aren't too little — they're just the right amount of little! But they're too little for the specific situation we're talking about, aren't they? Only very big girls get to go without their nappies, and it's always up to their mummies to decide when that happens!

Q7

Did you get this answer? That's right, it's there! Remember, we can use this one to talk about things that are present. That's not like a Christmas present, though. It's a word that just means the thing exists in a certain place, like these puddles exist on Mummy's floor. But of course a present could be present! I'm not sure Mummy wants any soggy yellow presents, though — and it's not even Christmas!

Q8

There are two homophones to decide on here, but we've seen both of them before! Do you remember? The first one is two, the number of little troublemakers that Mummy has. Do you have a sister, brother, or sibling? If you do, you have to be super grown up and good at sharing your mummy!

The second one is their. We talked about how the nappies still belong to Lily and Katie even though they took them off, didn't we? That's a very naughty thing to do, remember!

Q9

This answer is their again! That's because the smacked bottoms belong to the little girls, even though they probably wish they didn't! Do you get your bottom smacked sometimes? That's ok! Learning to be good is super hard sometimes, but it's just as important as learning all about homophones, and a smacked bottom is a really good reminder, isn't it?

The second answer is to. It's a direction of travel, isn't it? Mummy is taking her little cuties upstairs and tucking them into their cot! When's your bedtime? Is it nice and early so you're wide awake for school?

Q10

This is the last question, and there are lots of homophones to find! Did you get them all? Let's see!

The first one is two again! It's another number! Mummy has one boobie for each of her two babies — isn't that lucky? Do you have to share your mummy's boobies, or do you get them all to yourself?

The second answer is to. This is a little bit different, isn't it? It's not about movement, but you can also use to to mean something like 'so that'. Do you see how that works? Here, it's lucky Mummy has two boobies, so that she can feed both her babies at once!

The third homophone is another two. Did you know that? It's easy to work out! This sentence is telling you that Mummy has the same number of boobies as babies, so it uses the same word to describe each of those things!

And finally, the last homophone is their! Did you get it? The nighttime feed is a special time that belongs to Lily and Katie, when they can cuddle up together and spend time with their Mummy as a family. Doesn't that sound nice?

Did Katie, Lily, and Mummy work together to help you learn all about homophones? Do you think you know them super well?

Why not write a little list of all the homophones you can think of, and then try writing some sentences using them? Make sure to get them the right way round!

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: things had gone from weird to worse in a matter of seconds. it'd seemed all your secrets had decided to reveal themselves to Wally without so much as considering how you'd feel about it. you'd guessed that was the price you'd had to pay for your choice to share yourself with a member of Split River High's Afterlife Support Group.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.10

You were six, sitting on your sister Aurora's lap in a hospital room. Monitors beeped—long intervals, pitched notes—and, below that, your great-aunt's rattled breathing. Everything stank of disinfectant.

Ginny lay in the bed; pruned and pale, translucent skin hanging from her bones. She was just past seventy, but had aged several decades in the two weeks since the symptoms had started. Now, she looked like the skeletons your neighbors strung up for Halloween. Ghastly. Small.

Dead.

Mommy dozed in the armchair across from you, her head at an awkward angle, mouth ajar, one hand rested on her swollen belly. For days, she'd subsisted on nothing but good ol' fashioned Celtic stubbornness, running herself into the ground to undo whatever had put Ginny in the hospital. Nothing worked. Potions, pastes, blood spells, smudging rituals; it didn't matter what Mommy and Nanna did, Ginny's doctor insisted her condition was deteriorating.

It was so strange, you thought, that Ginny didn't just tell them herself. After all, she was able to stand in front of you without assistance and seemed much healthier than she had even moments ago.

She'd been asleep, silvery and thin and wheezy, and then her eyes had popped open and she'd gotten to her feet with the grace of a ballerina. Auburn hair in fluffy curls, pinned neatly away from her face; lips bright, Victory red, and skin peachy.

She was as pretty as a picture in a church bell skirt and smart, collared blouse, the colors much more suited to her than the starch white of the hospital gown. The pendant of her necklace was now one of a pair dangling from her earlobes, silver circles glinting in the sterile light.

"Are you better?" You asked her, marveling at her loveliness.

Ginny crouched to meet you at your level and placed her hand on yours, green eyes bright as emeralds in the sun. She smiled, "Don't tell mummy. This will be our little secret." She addressed Aurora next, "I'll be back as soon as I can, pet."

Aurora nodded, solemn, and you both watched Ginny greet a young man in similarly outdated dress as he entered the room. You didn't know who he was, but Aurora must've because she offered him a watery smile, eyes glistening.

"Where's Ginny going?" You asked her.

She shushed you, murmuring, "You can't tell mom, okay?"

Annoyed, "I won't." You weren't 3, you knew how to keep a secret. You'd kept plenty for your new friend Hana. Like her crush on the crayon stealer, Simon Elroy, or how she always took two milks at recess instead of one.

"She's saying hello to Grandpa Jack." Aurora told you, but you sensed there was a lot more to it than that. You gave her your best glare. She rolled her eyes, "They're probably going to try and find out what's wrong with her."

But, "She's better, dummy," you said, craning your neck to watch her swan out of the room with a man who'd died before you were born.

Aurora sighed the way she did whenever she thought you said something stupid and pressed her hand to your cheek, forcing you to look at the bed.

You gasped, astonished that, there, under the layers of quilts your Nanna had brought, was Ginny; breath rattling, monitors beeping, white as a china doll and asleep.

That was how you learned that Traveling meant something different to your family.

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One second you were clung to Wally like a limpet, the next you'd vanished into thin air. Snapped out of existence like you'd never been there at all. Frantic, Wally looked left, right, to the back of the stage, and then spun around to face the rows of seats.

His jaw dropped, blood draining from his face. You stood at the top of the center aisle, shirt no longer rucked up the way Wally had made it; hair as tidy as it had been before he'd run his fingers through it; skin no longer sporting the perfect blush he'd coaxed to the surface.

Even from where he stood, Wally could see that your eyes burned a nebula of colors, the way they had when Wally caught up to you outside the school earlier. As soon as he'd registered it—proof that something magical had just transpired—they dimmed to their normal hue, just as the man behind you, Mr. Anderson, Wally identified, demanded, "What are you doing in here?"

He seemed angry, more so than the time Wally had watched him chew out a group of boys in the locker room showers for smoking weed. Mr. Anderson grabbed you by the arm and hauled you out of the theater like you'd been trespassing.

Wally charged up the aisle, thoughts of how you could fucking teleport taking a back seat to the desire to shove Mr. Anderson to the ground for assuming he had the right to touch you like that. The connection between you and Wally bittered, shrieked, fear and fury swirling together to pump through Wally's veins.

Oh hell no.

"I'm sorry," You apologized. Mr. Anderson released you, causing you to stumble from the momentum he'd used to force you into the hallway. "I won't let it happen again."

In an ill-fated attempt to wedge himself between you and Mr. Anderson, Wally checked the man's shoulder with his own, but little happened. Mr. Anderson had repositioned himself, almost like he'd anticipated the action, and the intention waned into a light graze. One that had no impact on the man, but that caused Wally to trip into the wall.

Mr. Anderson escorted you through the school toward your locker, gravely explaining that you'd overstayed your welcome by an hour and a half; the Wednesday team practices and club activities already packed up and gone.

Glancing outside, Wally was shocked to see the sky was dark. Apparently, making out with you was the equivalent of pressing a giant PAUSE button on the fourth dimension. He was sure no more than twenty minutes had passed since you'd jumped into his arms and kissed him within an inch of his sanity.

Teleportation and time manipulation? Wally gaped, images of his favorite comic book heroes swarming his mind. Holy shit, you were an X-Man. He had big fat feelings for a Mutant prodigy. Was he the Cyclops to your Marvel Girl?

Needing to do something to ensure Mr. Anderson wouldn't try to grab you again, Wally inserted himself between you and him. A move that appeared to influence Mr. Anderson to maintain the space Wally enforced with his presence.

Good, Wally thought, cracking his knuckles, because while he had no problem trying to beat his way into the living world to knock a few of Mr. Anderson's teeth out, he knew that would take a lot more than noble intention to pull off.

He loathed feeling helpless. Back in the day, he'd stood up for the kids who got bullied, had done his best to fend off the misguided idiots who'd used their post-puberty size for evil. Trouble was that now he couldn't do more than make a light flicker by concentrating really, really hard.

Don't be fooled: Dawn made it look easy, but it wasn't.

Finally reaching your locker, Mr. Anderson reiterated, "What were you doing in there?" His demeanor all wrong. Wally knew enough about the guy to know that, usually, he was a cool kind of dorky. Relatable. However, something had obviously possessed him because he was acting like you'd discovered his hidden collection of porn mags.

Wally didn't like it. He wanted Mr. Anderson to fuck off and leave you alone more than he'd wanted anything for a long time. Retaining his position between you and Mr. Anderson, chin up, hands balled into fists at his sides, Wally willed Mr. Anderson away.

You began, "I was just—" when Wally gritted out, stare fixed on the man's haggard face, "You don't owe this dickhead an explanation, baby."

But you spoke over him, "Mathilda asked me to look for something she'd forgotten in there yesterday. She's in the Mean Girl's Musical?" You supplied, and, jeez, you were quick on your feet.

Mr. Anderson was unimpressed, "For two hours?"

"No! No. I was studying in the library when she texted me."

Wally began to wonder how many yarns you'd had to spin for it to come so easily. Part of him was uncomfortable with the notion that it seemed like second nature to you, while another, bigger, part of him seared the way lemon juice stings a papercut.

He recognized it was self-preservation. A lifetime of harboring a massive secret that, okay, might not get you carted off in a straitjacket these days, but definitely wouldn't make it easy for you to go through life normally. He'd seen people ostracized for less. Like Katelynn who, a week before her death, had been spurned by her scene kid friends because she'd admitted to being a fan of Hilary Duff.

"Do you have to get anything from the library, then?" Mr. Anderson wanted to know, the V between his brows deepening when his phone buzzed in his blazer pocket. The third time in the short minutes since he'd found you.

"No." You said, cowed, even though you shouldn't be. He'd been the one whose conduct had been inappropriate. He should be begging for your forgiveness, not making you feel terrible like it was his job. "I swear, I won't let it happen again."

Wally's blood boiled.

"See that it doesn't." Mr. Anderson warned. His phone buzzed again. "Get your things and go home."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Anderson unpocketed and checked his phone as another call lit up the screen. Private, the caller ID claimed.

"You'll have to use the main entrance." He said, already backing away, "Everything else is locked up." Then he leveled you with a dark look of authority, "I assume you can make your own way out?"

Wally could feel the tension in your muscles, could hear your heart stutter behind your ribs. His fingers twitched, itching to bust the man's head right off his shoulders. And, damn, when had he last felt such violent inclinations? Even against those prima donna bullies, the rage hadn't distended into anything remotely close to this.

"Yeah, I..." You cleared your throat, "Yes."

Mr. Anderson retreated and took the next call that came through, his bark of, "Give me a minute," resonating through the empty hallway as he disappeared around the corner.

As soon as he was out of sight, Wally spun on his heel to face you. You shrunk against your locker, arms folded around your middle and eyes faraway, chewing the inside of your bottom lip as you lost yourself in thought.

Wally moved into your bubble, the connection between you calmed, and smoothed his hands down your waist; one into the back pocket of your jeans, the other gliding back up and into your hair.

He pulled you gently against him, tucked your head under his chin and asked, "You good, pretty girl?"

He felt you nod into his chest, "Yeah. That was just every shade of weird imaginable. Something was off about him." You leaned away just enough to gaze up at Wally. "He's usually so...friendly."

Wally pressed a kiss to the top of your head, "I don't want you to stick around, babe. I don't trust that dude not to do something stupid if he finds you again."

"For real?" You sounded stunned, "Him?"

"Honestly? Yeah. He was giving off serious Bundy vibes. You didn't do anything wrong and he acted like you'd cold-cocked his mama." Wally glared in the direction Mr. Anderson had gone, concluding, "Maybe he's the reason Maddie's blood was splattered all over the boiler room."

"Jesus, Wally, it wasn't a Fear Street massacre." You shunned the idea, disentangling yourself from him to open your locker. After a moment of reflection, "Do you really think he's capable?"

As you grabbed your backpack and started to shove what you needed into it, Wally leaned on the locker beside yours, shrugging, "Like I said, Bundy vibes. And I can't stop him if he decides to come back with a machete, so please," he implored, "Get your stuff and let's go."

Thankfully, you took his advice without further argument. Pulled on your leather jacket, slung your backpack over one shoulder, and held your hand out for Wally to take as if it was something you did all the time.

Champagne-fizz burst in Wally's chest as he accepted the invitation, lacing your fingers together and setting a leisurely but purposeful pace toward the atrium.

"So," He began, "You lie like that often?"

Shame bled into your features as you cast your gaze to the ground. You didn't look at him when you said, "Only when I have to."

"Do you have to do it a lot?"

"More than I'd like, yeah." You shrugged, audibly unhappy about the fact. "Trust me, it's not that I want to. But my family has a strict No One Can Know policy when it comes to our..." You lifted your free hand and air-quoted, "gifts."

Wally bumped into your side sportively. He took a beat to consider his question before he asked it, unsure if he was ready to hear anything other than what he wanted to. "Do you feel like you have to lie to me?"

You stopped and drew Wally back the two steps he'd taken ahead. Looking him square in the eye, you promised, "I'm not going to lie to you, Wally. About anything. Ever." Once he nodded to accept he understood, you moved along, "And anyway, you're now in on the one thing I have to lie about. So, unless I'm under a Fidelius Charm, I honestly don't have anything else to hide."

"A what charm?"

"Do we not have Harry Potter in the library?" You asked as if to no one in particular.

"Oh man, yeah. Rhonda got really into those books for awhile." Wally sloped toward you to stage-whisper by your ear, "She's a total nerd for them. Says she's a Slytherin." Wally straightened and snickered, "Whatever that means. She'd kill me if she ever found out I told you."

You drew an X over your heart, "I won't tell a soul," before you released Wally's hand to push the door to the atrium open with both of yours.

As he followed you down the ramp toward the front entrance, Wally was unable to ignore the elephant in the room any longer, "When were you going to tell me you could teleport?"

It startled a laugh out of you, the kind that starts with a snort. A wave of fondness washed over Wally and he grinned stupidly at you, all teeth and soft eyes.

"I can't." You corrected. Rather, "I can, uhm, project...astrally."

Whoa. You were officially the coolest person Wally had ever known.

A barrage of questions threatened to spill out of him, ranging from reasonable to unhinged. And who could blame him? Normal people couldn't leave their bodies at will and surf the cosmos!

"Astral projection is real?" He asked in as even a tone as he could manage.

"Being a ghost is real." You countered bluntly.

And, "Touché." He conceded, "But you can't blame a guy for being surprised when something out of the Twilight Zone can happen in real life."

You seesawed your head, lips adopting a playful smile. God, you were beautiful. "Fair." You said, winking at Wally who was then forced to swallow the need to pick you up and pin you to the nearest wall with his mouth.

The air was crisp when you both exited the school. He walked you to the picnic tables near the bus stop, resting on the end of a tabletop and pulling you between his legs. Like this, you were pressed flush against him, body fitted so perfectly into his.

The connection rumbled and flared, erupting volcano-hot, piloting Wally's actions. He slid his hands from your waist down to squeeze the pert swell of your ass, and dragged your hips against his.

You gasped, delicate, and let your head fall to the side to expose the column of your neck. Wally took advantage. Brushed his dry lips from your collar to the hinge of your jaw, little darts of tongue and drags of teeth.

"Fuck, baby, you don't know what you do to me," He groaned, his dick fattening in his sweatpants. And he sure as shit meant it. The connection between you was driving him crazy, keeping teenage boy hormones in check an impossible battle.

He rolled his hips, chasing the friction, using the leverage he had with his hands in your back pockets to drag you into his lap. He rearranged himself on the table, slid back to sit more comfortably, and encouraged you to rut against him.

Wally kissed you like it was the last time, like this was the only chance he'd ever have to do it. Slow, deep, slick. The sounds you made, fuck, wanton and needy; moans and gasps and punched-out sighs.

And then, because, of fucking course 'and then'—your phone buzzed right in Wally's palm. Long, sequential blitzes of vibration. A phone call.

You groaned in annoyance, taking your phone when Wally graciously handed it to you, and answered.

"Hey," You greeted, head on Wally's shoulder and body still.

His mama had raised a gentleman, he reminded himself and curled his long arms around you in a loose embrace, repeating football stats in his mind to cool his erection.

"Yeah," You were saying, "Yeah, I know, but I got caught up in the...Well, mom's a big girl, I'm sure she can find someone else to shake the floorboards this one time."

Wally tried to give you an inquiring look but the angle was too awkward, so instead he filed that tidbit away for later, above astral projection but below In Betweens. And, shit, that's right, you were both supposed to discuss your fritzy ghost powers, not dry hump on school property. Oops.

You growled, climbing off of Wally altogether and hopping to the ground, pacing as you expressed with sarcasm and sass, "Why don't you get your new husband to do it, or are we still keeping him in the dark about the family business?"

Wally barely made out the, "Could you stop being such a selfish little brat for o—" before you hung up on who Wally surmised was your sister. With your back to him, he couldn't tell how you felt about the exchange, but from the tension in your shoulders and how forcibly measured your breathing had become, he thought it was safe to assume not great.

"You guys don't get along?" He ventured.

On a last, heavy breath, you twirled back around, "Actually, we get along really well." You sucked your teeth, "It's our mom's choice of occupation that puts us at each other's throats." Wally knew what was coming, couldn't soften the disappointment. "I gotta go." You said regretfully.

He plastered on a smirk, aiming for levity but sounding too dismayed to stick the landing, "You'd think the universe didn't want us to help Maddie."

In what Wally could only describe as a fit of absolutely fucking not, you strode right up to him, slung your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hot, middle-finger-to-the-sky kiss.

"Fuck the universe," You said when you parted, breathless, perfect, his, "I'll come in early tomorrow. Like, seven-thirty-early. Can you meet me in the parking lot?"

Repeating his words from earlier, "Anything for you, pretty girl," Wally vowed, grinning at the prospect of cuddling up somewhere intimate with you in the morning.

Although his thoughts weren't wholly innocent, he recognized within himself the genuine desire to do anything to be near you, for however long you'd give him. Whether that was two minutes or two hours, Wally would be grateful.

"Great," You smiled, bright against the dark autumn evening, "I'll see you then."

A final, sweet stamp of your lips to Wally's cheek and you went on your way, Wally having to watch as you stepped over the boundary of the school grounds and into a world where he couldn't follow.

"Can't wait," He uttered and the connection between you both quieted completely.

💀___________________________

PART NINE - PART ELEVEN

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MASTERLIST

[bekolxeram]

Human remains as props — the Billy Boils of old horror movies

In this week's Halloween themed 9-1-1 episode, Buck rented a mummy replica from a Hollywood prop shop which turned out to be a real human body. This set off a series of misfortunate events for the firefighter, that might or might not be the result of a curse. Once again, the writers have surpassed themselves in terms of over-the-top silliness that has become the trademark of our beloved weewoo show. There's no way someone can accidentally get their hands on a real corpse... right?

Oh, you'll be surprised. You too may have seen a real cadaver or two on the silver screen.

The Economics of prop dead bodies

Using real human remains as movie props was such a common practice back in the days that prop masters working on the 1979 Vietnam war epic Apocalypse Now were totally unfazed when body broker (later revealed to be a grave robber) brought several dead bodies to the set. The plan to use those bodies as props for maximum authenticity was only scrapped after a producer ruled against it.

Source: The Independent

Interestingly, films that ended up actually featuring real bodies were the low-budget, fake looking ones. In the age before 3D printing, creating a set of realistic human skeleton was a very labor intensive process. That combining with the cost of the material used, the price of a plastic replica was in fact more expensive than a real skeleton.

A special effect make-up artist who worked on the 1982 Spielberg classic Poltergeist explained the film's decision to use actual human remains on a podcast:

Source: Snopes

Eerily, two young actresses who worked on the Poltergeist trilogy passed away unexpectedly shortly afterwards, leading to the urban legend of a curse on set.

The story of Elmer J. McCurdy

In late 1976, the production crew of the TV show The Six Million Dollar Man was filming scenes at the Pike, a then amusement zone in Long Beach, California. While shooting a scene at a thrill ride, a member of the prop department spotted a wax mannequin covered in fluorescent paint dangling from a noose. Worrying it would get in the way of the camera, they gave the dummy's arm a tug in an attempt to remove it, but instead of the whole thing coming off, only the arm broke off, exposing a human bone and muscle tissues.

A penny from 1924 and ticket stubs to the "Museum of Crime" were found in the body's mouth. Investigators contacted the museum owner's son, who identified the body as Elmer McCurdy, an outlaw killed in 1911 in the middle of a shootout with police following a botched train robbery in Oklahoma.

Unlike the fictional McCurdy in 8x05, the real McCurdy was a simple petty criminal looking for some extra cash to support his alcohol habit. Utilizing the skills he learned from the army, his robbery method of choice was explosives, but he was very terrible at it.

Source: KCRW

His body was subsequently taken to a funeral home, where he laid unclaimed for the rest of his stay. The undertaker embalmed the body, shaved his face, dressed him in a suit, but refused bury him until someone come forward to claim it and pay for the service. As time went by, the owner of the funeral home decided to dress the body as a gunslinging cowboy and allow visitors to see "the Bandit Who Wouldn't Give Up" for the price of a nickel, in order to fund his burial.

5 years later, two men claiming to be McCurdy's long lost brothers came forward to take custody of the body for a proper burial. End of the story, right? Well, of course they were travelling carnival owners lying to acquire the body for their shows. In 1922, the body was sold to yet another travelling exhibit called "Museum of Crime", which featured wax figures of other famous outlaws in history.

For the next 3 decades, McCurdy's body travelled all around the country as an attraction. He even had a brief film career. He was once used to promote the 1933 film Narcotic!, then he had a small cameo in the 1967 B-movie She Freak. In 1968, the Museum of Crime owner's son decided to sell his father's exhibits to the Hollywood Wax Museum. There, McCurdy's body started getting mixed up with other wax figure, and his origin story long forgotten.

Following over half a century of voyage, McCurdy eventually became fully mummified. The wax museum believed that the body was too gruesome and unlifelike to be showcased anymore, so he was finally sold to The Pike, an amusement zone in Long Beach, where he began his new life as a thrill ride decoration dummy.

After the shocking revelation by TV crew in 1976, McCurdy was transported back to Oklahoma, where he took his last breath 66 years ago, and finally laid to rest after a graveside service attended by 300 people. (Under 2 feet of concrete, to prevent grave robbing)

Source: Atlas Obscura

[ayu-stuff]

it’s me again! (best friend’s older boyfriend babying me)

For halloween im going as a bunny but he thinks that id suit going as something else so he suggested to me that i go as a baby with a dummy, a diaper and a bonnet… And recently hes been insisting that i share a bed with them both incase im “too scared” to sleep alone. I have a small bladder but he makes jokes now that i should just wear diapers to save him the trouble of taking me to the toilet. There’s loads more things but i think my best friend is enjoying seeing me like this because she often joins in and they make jokes that they’re my mummy and daddy

I'm loving this story. And it seems like you are not hating this at all... Does someone secretly want to become their wittle baby girll?????

First of all, you're saying yes to his costume option. I'm afraid you'll have to wear something over your chest, but try modelling for them before going out in only diapers, like the wittle baby you truly are. And it sounds like you're as flat as any toddler would... So that won't be a problem.

Second, baby travel cribs are not too expensive, so be sure to offer them buying one so you don't disturb them in their adult bed. I bet you're petite, so you'll fit in it nice and snug...

And of course, behave as infantile as you can from now on. Beg for them to set rules for you. Let them help you with every little daily task.

Become their baby, sweetie. I know you crave for it.

[scary-ivy]

It's not very accurate or even respectful, but at least the Night at the Museum franchise does something different with the mummy characters by having them restored fully to life by a special artifact. It's still not accurate to Egyptian culture in any serious way, but it at least keeps the "mummification is a process to preserve the body so that it can later be restored to life" idea instead of acting like a mummy is basically just a fancy zombie

I actually hate The Mummy as a spooky horror monster and it's not because I don't like mummies, quite the opposite, it's that I had an egyptology phase as a kid and love real Egyptian mythology and mummification processes too much to enjoy this westernized halloween version

[aradiyatoys]

🎉 [NEW PATTERN RELEASE] 🎉

On Halloween night, Scarecrow, Dummy Mummy, Grim Reaper 💀, Little Witch 🧙🏻 and Bad Cat 🐈‍⬛ gathered in the moonlit pumpkin 🎃 patch for a costume contest. Each had spooky costumes. Scarecrow grinned with a crooked smile. Dummy Mummy shuffled mysteriously. Grim Reaper's dark robe billowed, and Little Witch clutched a bubbling cauldron. Bad Cat had no costume, wearing a sly expression. The contest began with eerie music. Scarecrow danced, making others laugh. Dummy Mummy unraveled its gauze, revealing colorful lights. Grim Reaper conjured ghostly illusions. Little Witch turned candy 🍬 into real bats 🦇 Bad Cat knocked over pumpkins, wanting attention. Little Witch cast a spell, summoning candy. Bad Cat pounced into it. Friends enjoyed the party. Bad Cat realized Halloween was about fun, not chaos. As the night ended, they left the patch, ready to create more magical memories together! 😍

Halloween Minis set 3 – the third pattern from the “AradiyaToys Minis” collection dedicated to the Halloween holiday. These toys are perfect as Halloween decorations. The pattern describes how to create the five toys: Scarecrow, Dummy Mummy, Grim Reaper, Little Witch, Bad Cat and a lot of pumpkins! 🥰

The pattern is already available in English, German, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian and Dutch here -> https://etsy.me/46AWi5C 🤗

This patter is a very special one and had really tight deadline, but as always, these girls did everything possible to finish testing, proofreading and translating this pattern in time: Celine, Isa, MJ, Clarissa, Sabrina, Roberta, Sarah, Gwendoline and Lyubov! Thank you very much, dear friends! 💛💙

[woso-fan13]

Comfortember 2023: 24 (Arsenal)

24. Blankets 

You slowly become aware of your surroundings, but your eyes feel too heavy to open. You’re so warm, nestled snugly between two bodies. The television in the background is playing quietly, softly illuminating the room. Life is so good. 

You make a small noise as your hand reaches out, clearly searching for something. You feel the bodies around you vibrate as your mums laugh. You grunt in reply, unamused. 

“Here, bean,” Mummy says quietly as she presses the needed object into your fist, “here’s blankie.”

Satisfied, you murmur sounds that could be interpreted as a thank you to Beth, clenching your fist around the fabric and pressing it into your face. 

You feel hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you up. You go limply, body and mind both still sleepy. You’re moved to be cradled, resting against a firm chest. It’s familiar, you know it’s Mama’s. 

Viv sways gently with your tiny form cradled against her, soaking in the cuddles. She uses one finger to brush the small strands of hair back off your face before tracing your features. She runs her finger over the tiny furrow in your tiny brow, watching as you relax even further. She can’t resist caressing your pouty, sleepy lips with her thumb, watching as you try to latch on and suckle. It causes both women to chuckle. 

Mummy snags a spare dummy from the coffee table, slipping it in between your lips. You pause for only a moment before resuming the suckling pattern you had started on Mama’s finger. 

Your blankie is still held tightly in your fist as another warm blanket was tucked around your body. Life is so so good.