#now i AM a weenie but i miss that

[hekcle]

I wish I could feel the same fear I did seeing Death for the first time, that was truly a moment

[prussianmemes]

a white english anti-war socialist wins a seat in parliament and the next day the hindi PM says that this is an alarming sign of rising rabid-antisemitism, far-right politics, and islamic fundamentalism.

??? what

[puffcap-factory]

Late Night Tea-Time (Wriothesley x reader)

Wriothesley x fem!reader; fluff, established relationship, a teeny-weeny hint of smut. Just the hint, not the real smut.

Basically, it’s you staying up late at night working (and waiting for him) only to see him arriving with another new package of tea collections.

Words: 1.1k

Notes:

Finally! My first genshin fic featuring the spicy Duke of Meropide himself, Wriothesley! It’s kinda short but I’d like to get this one out first as I was thinking of making a short series for him too (no promises, though, I’ll see how it goes hehe)

As always, please enjoy! :D

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Piles of papers were spread on Wriothesley’s office desk as you carefully analyzed the data regarding the fortress’ logistics, seated on Wriothesley’s chair. The sounds of the piano from the record player filled the air as you took another sip of your tea, hoping it would help you regain the focus that had been faltering.

Suddenly, the creak of the door opening in the room below caught your attention. Wriothesley entered and ascended the stairs, carrying a new box of tea collections in his hands.

“You’re still working on the files? It’s already 11 pm,” he asked, finding you seated on his office chair. 

“Says someone who just returned from a business meeting. And with a fresh stash of tea,” you replied, a playful glint in your eye as you glanced at the box he carried.

It seemed everyone was beginning to catch on to the Duke’s fondness for tea, as most of the gifts he received always seemed to revolve around tea drinking, much to your amusement.

He chuckled softly at your response as he placed the newest tea set onto the tea cabinet, arranging it carefully.

“You won’t be sleeping if you keep drinking your tea, though.”

“It’s Rooibos, don’t worry,” you reassured him, watching as he made his way towards you.

“It’s late, y/n, I want you to rest,” he said softly, standing beside the chair. With a gentle pat on your shoulders, he lowered himself to your seat, planting a tender kiss on your temple. 

“Come now,” he urged gently, carefully removing the documents from your hand and placing them on the table. He offered you his hand, allowing you to stand up from his seat, and led you over to the nearby sofa. You gladly followed him.

He brought your tea cup over and placed it on the low table in front of you before returning to the tea counter. There, he found the pot of tea, still hot from the heater below, the one that you had been drinking from.

“I’ve made that for us. Feel free to pour yourself,” you offered from your seat.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he replied with a warm smile. He poured his own cup of tea before making his way to sit next to you.

After taking a sip of the tea, seemingly content with the brewing, he opened his arm, inviting you to come closer. You understood his gesture and happily nestled into his embrace, feeling his warmth as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“I’m not quite sleepy yet,” you admitted softly, looking up at him. He chuckled softly, his eyes filled with fondness towards you.

“Why’s that? You’ve been working on the data since this morning as far as I can remember.”

“I have, but all I’ve done today is sit behind the desk and work on the papers,” you explained.

“And you’re not tired from that?”

“I am– well, my mind is. And throughout the day, you were away, too.”

“So, you’re saying you’re just missing me so much that you can’t sleep?” he teased with a playful chuckle.

“Hey, you’ve been helping me spar in these past few weeks. Those physical activities actually helped me sleep, you know,” you countered with a pout.

“Physical activities, huh?” His eyes danced mischievously, a playful grin appearing on his lips.

“But… I don’t think I have the energy to spar right now. My mind is not in the capacity to devise a strategy to defeat you,” you said lazily, snuggling up closer to him. 

“You were actually thinking to spar right here, right now, at my office,” he gently laughed, his hand running soothingly through your hair.

“Well, why not? It’s not like we’re gonna blow this whole place up,” you replied with a playful grin, glancing over at your almost empty tea cup. You stood up and made way to the tea counter to take the tea pot. Wriothesley watched you with amusement from his seat, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and... something else.

Switching off the tea pot’s heater, you prepared to return to the sofa with the pot when the new tea set in the nearby cabinet caught your eye. Curiously, you opened the cabinet and examined it.

“You know,” you mused, holding the box in your hand, “I find it rather amusing that somehow, tea and you are never far from each other.”

He watched you with an amused smile, a spark of curiosity in his eyes as he leaned forwards. “And what do you mean by that?” 

“I feel like the scent of tea itself is starting to rub off on your scent. Imagine people catching a whiff of tea and turning to find the Duke of Meropide himself,” you continued, a small laugh escaping you at the image. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you started to taste like one.”

There was a sudden pause in the moment before he answered. “Taste like one… huh?” he stated, his tone lowering as he stood up from the sofa and made his way to you. You suddenly felt his arm, slowly wrapping you from behind, one arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close, while the other rested gently on your shoulder. The atmosphere had shifted, a subtle tension building as you realized the implication of your words. 

“Perhaps, you should find out for yourself,” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. His warm breath trickled against your ear and down to your neck as he nuzzled softly, hinting at the desire simmering beneath the surface. 

Feeling the heat of his body against yours, you set down the box of tea, fully aware of his unspoken invitation. You leaned back into his embrace, a playful spark igniting within you as you decided to tease him a bit further.

“And how would you suggest I do that?” you turned your head, meeting his gaze with a mischievous smirk, your lips mere inches from his.

For a moment, his eyes held yours, tender yet filled with hunger that started to cloud his gaze. “Well, considering your lack of physical activities today, I have a perfect idea to satisfy your curiosity as well as help you sleep.”

You caught the glint of lust in his eyes and understood exactly what was coming.

“Oh? Then what are you waiting for?”

With a smirk, he effortlessly scooped you up into a bridal carry, his arms strong and sure beneath you. Without a word, he carried you towards his bedroom, the tension between you still palpable. The aroma of tea lingered in the air as you two left the office, leaving the tea to grow cold.

・

・

That night, you slept more soundly than you had in weeks, wrapped in the warmth of his love, the taste of tea still lingering on your lips.

[starberry-cupcake]

We're back! again, if these silly recaps help lift your mood in any way, it makes me very happy ♥ I baked chocolate chip cookies for this so imagine I'm sharing them with you 🍪

previously, in harrowcita del 9:

this happened

also @unexpected-tigers linked me to an official house quiz and I did it so, if you want to know what I got and how I answered, I'll add it under "read more" after the recap

CHAPTER 44

listen, I need to start listing things I got right and things I got wrong but I forget at this point what I said

you're gonna have to remind me if I got something right and I didn't catch it because I remember what I got wrong more easily than what I got right

such is life

I'll do my best to try to tally but

I got wrong the narrator, I assumed that, because they were insulting harrow, it might be harrow too

but I forgot about gideon also being a pro at insulting harrow so, guess what?

IT WAS GIDEON

WELCOME BACK, BABE, WE MISSED YOU

CRYING TEARS OF JOY

of actual joy, not mercygirl-joy

to be fair, the narration was very different from gideon's perspective, to account for 1) the twist and 2) the fact that gideon's gideon-ness came out more and more as she got closer to the surface of perception in harrow's body

something she kind of explains later

but yeah, I got that wrong

however, I did get the purgatory situation of canaan house somewhat right and I forgot to mention it last time

ANYWAY, BACK TO GIDEON

CUE 'I AM THE BEST' BY 2NE1 IN THE BACKGROUND

someone stabbed harrow from the back, which is very shitty behavior from whoever it was

so gideon comes back into the real world with the immediate danger of her vessel, necromancer and partner in crime having been stabbed

and she was "left behind" because harrow is back in her canaan purgatory river bubble

with her ghostie ghoulie friends

gideon immediately finds out that harrow can't fight for shit

she's determined to kick the stabber's ass but it's gonna be hard when she's used to her massive guns and ninja warrior disposition and she's inside the body of a baby kitten

gideon's very eloquent commentary is "Fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, fucking hell. Help. Yuck. Aaaargh."

it's so nice to have her back :')

she's talking to harrow in the second person, as she's been doing all this time unbeknownst to those of us who didn't catch it

"which proves that you can put the swordfighter into the necromancer but you can't, wait, hang on"

god, I missed her

gideon is also coming to terms with the fact that harrowcita has regenerating abilities now

she is very angry at the awful state in which her two handed sword is

if you knew, gideon, about the relationship between harrow and your sword and how layered it was...

"Harrowhark, I gave you my whole life and you didn't even want it"

so gideon starts taking control of the situation because the beast is chasing them

absolutely no chill over here in the emperor's bolthole

and by "them" I mean gideon and harrow because idk where the everliving fuck everyone else is

I know the emperor is hiding in weenie hut jr but the rest are supposed to be fighting

except for whoever was going around stabbing people

and idk where not!dulcinea is at this point either

maybe someone's using her to stab harrow idk, I'll never stop blaming her for things, even indirectly

gideon is doing a great job with what she has available because she's "a good girl and you're an evil nun"

she's also still going on about harrow leaving her behind and saying "you never got rid of being so absolutely fucking goddamn sad"

chisus christ gideon, tell us how you really feel about her

gideon looks at herself in the mirror and sees harrow with her eyes and her expressions, which is very uncanny valley

"This was your shell, but it was all filled up with me. God, the double entendres were hard to resist"

yandere twin would appreciate that one, I think, maybe

gideon proceeds to taunt harrow to come back by using her voice to say things like "Oooooh, Palamedes. I am measurably less intelligent than you. Put your tongue in my mouth and I'll flop my tongue against it."

"Ohhhhhrr, Gideon. I was so dumb to think a tub of ancient freezer meat was my girlfriend. Please show me how to do a press-up. Also, I'm very obviously attracted to y—"

no no, by all means, go on

please, gideon, go on with that idea, let's see where it takes us

in other important but not as spicy events

gideon cuts the beast thing in two with her own sword

but now we've got the heralds to go through

"Don't worry, honey. I'll keep the home fires burning."

same energy as

CHAPTER 45

we're back in hotel california canaan house au river bubble

I'm sure that description makes it all super clear for anyone reading

abby and her hubby are taking harrowcita to the secret hideout of the lost boys aka the room behind the tapestry that is now untouched by the body horrors going on in this version of canaan house

and where all our ghostie ghoulie friends are hanging out

it was a person's room, says harrow, and I think we all know it was alleged gideon's aka ortus, but we'll get to that

I need to point out the fact that harrow says she always thought not!dulcinea showed signs of "suppurating ego" but that she could never convince gideon to "see past the appealing eyes and softly clinging dresses"

I KNOW, GIRL, IT DROVE ME FERAL TOO

apparently harrowcita's invite also got to the kids of the fourth but abby sent them back to the river with a kiss in the forehead and their lunch packed

because she had adopted them, as we all know

she said "if only Silas had asked me, what has happened to his soul worries me horribly"

of course I didn't remember that silas was mayonnaise uncle and had to do math for a while in my head

maybe he's out there looking for duracell bunny nephew's soul that is still travelling through the river

abby learned a way to send them back into the river but everyone present wants to help deal with this haunt situation harrow's got going on

honestly, props to martita for hanging around, judith is a lot less cooperative

abby also thinks there's something wrong with the river and that the emperor is unaware of it because he doesn't know about the river beyond

she has studied a lot about it

and that the fact that the "beyond the river" concept has been looked at with scorn by everyone for so long has made the potential studies of it stagnant

I love her a lot at this point

I mean, I'm still 100% a camilla girlie, I'm putting camilla's photo in one of those glittery clear files and covering it with heart stickers, don't get me wrong, but this woman is fierce af

abby, you know more than the emperor, you're more worthy than he is, please murder him

NOW IT'S TIME TO GET EMOTIONAL

GRAB YOUR TISSUES

IT'S ORTUS TIME

man, ortus won me with this chapter, he's great, let's keep him

let him be happy in the infinity of time with his fifth polycule

harrow tries to tell him that he doesn't have to apologize to her, that she owes him for crux murdering him and his mom

(interlude for "her unconscious gracelessness to Camilla Hect; a girl whom, in reality, she should have taken by the hands and thanked her profusely for every time she tried to save her cavalier")

(glad we're in agreement there)

they talk about how gideon died and ortus tells harrow that gideon never did anything without intent

"she had been outplayed by Palamedes Sextus, outgunned by Cytherea the First, undone by Gideon Nav"

damn, harrow

LISTEN TO THIS PART YOU FOLKS

"I should have offered help. I should have died for you. Gideon should still be alive. I was, and am, a grown man, and you both were neglected children."

ORTUS, MY MAN

THIS MADE ME SO EMOTIONAL

"she and Gideon had become women before their time, and watched each other's childhood crumble away like so much dust. But there was a part of her soul that wanted to hear it —wanted to hear it from Ortus's lips more, even than from the lips of God. He had been there. He had witnessed."

"I will hope better for heroism in my death"

ORTUS I'M HOLDING YOU TIGHT AND CARESSING THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD LIKE A PUPPY

harrow finds the "g&p" note

GUESS WHAT

GUESS WHO WAS RIGHT ABOUT THAT

ALLEGED GIDEON IS ACTUAL GIDEON THE FIRST

AND HARROW THINKS OUR GIDEON WAS NAMED AFTER HIM

I mean I had trust in my alleged gideon theory BUT I CAN'T BELIEVE I CALLED THE OTHER PART MAYBE TOO???

sixth house please accept me

she also finds another note, similar to the rant notes she had been finding, which reads: "the only thing our civilisation can ever learn from yours is that when our backs are to the wall and our towers are falling all around us and we are watching ourselves burn we rarely become heroes"

are the letters clues on the angry spirit that's haunting harrow?????

does it relate to gideon???

but when harrow is about to ask ortus about gideon ("less like tragedy and more like carelessness" 👀) abby interrupts

abby, interrupting me again when I'm getting to the good stuff

but I can't be angry at her because she says she'll exorcise the Sleeper

YOU GO ABBY, YOU LORRAINE WARREN THAT STUFF

And that's where we leave it for today!!! my willpower is strong and I know I can't make these too annoyingly long. Which is why, if you wanna know how I did with the House quiz, look after "read more". If not, see you for the next one!!! Super soon!!! Sending you all hugs in these difficult times ♥

So, this is the quiz that I did, the official author-made one.

I GOT *drumroll* A TIE BETWEEN THE SIXTH AND THE FOURTH

The author said that, in the event of a tie "Pick the House descriptor most like yourself, or most like the person you secretly wish you were, or with the colours you like best."

We all absolutely know where I'm going if I'm left to pick between those two.

To be totally transparent, I'm gonna show you my very messy notes, which I wasn't initially planning on showing, so I apologize for them not being neat and tidy. I added the skull I have in my desk as aesthetic compensation for the messy handwriting.

I picked 1st the pen and flimsy because, if I'm doomed and this is it for me, I want to go out writing. The bottle, because I considered a vessel for separating things or for keeping something in safely would be useful. The rapier, because I always take a swiss army knife in my purse with my keys and the rapier was the closest thing to that. The flare gun, because I might as well try to signal somehow, at least some of us could get saved. And the raft not to try to escape, like the answer said, but because if we're more than one person in the boat, having more space, even if somewhat leaky, could help out for different situations.

I did consider every potential option that could be turned into food but I'd rather die of something else than food poisoning of any kind.

I got the Fifth in second place, and I wouldn't have minded if I got the Fifth, honestly. In 3rd place I got Seventh and Eighth as a tie, I'm not gonna ask about that. The Second got fourth place, the Third got fifth and 0 points for the Ninth, I'm so sorry.

You should have seen my face when I saw a portrait of the Emperor was an option to take with you lmao

[sterredem]

Obsessed with you

Gracie abrams x singer!reader

Face claim Olivia Rodrigo

Summary Gracie and Y/n celebrating the different mile stones in there careers

Warning Not proofread, spelling mistakes

A/N made this in a day so it may be a bit rushed. But I love it!

This was a request!

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Yourusername the SOUR TOUR had ended. I am so thankful for y’all and for the opportunity that I got to make this your possible. Thank you for the artists that performed with me, thank you for the people that made this possible, and thank you to you, the fans for going and seeing me and making my dream possible!💜🦋

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Conangray SO PROUD!!

Gracieabrams Happy that I got to be with you, sad that’s is over. But I am SO PROUD OF YOU!!!

Taylorswift My baby! So proud of you!!

Audreyhobert On to many other great tours!!

User1 So happy I got to be there!!

User2 💜💜🦋🦋

User3 I love this era

User4 I didn’t even get to go😢😢

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Gracieabrams The end of the SOUR TOUR. Thank you Y/n for this amazing opportunity!! ILY all!!

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Yourusername I loved doing this with you!!

User5 So happy I got to see them at the same night!!

User6 Soon she won’t be out little secret anymore…😢

User7 I love her and Y/n

User8 I love this era of both of them!!

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Yourusername post tour stuff

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Conangray I miss youuuu

Yourusername we will come see you soonnnnn

Gracieabrams such a hottie

Yourusername says you

User9 cutest couple ever

User10 💜🦋❤️

User11 I love the little glimpses in their lives

User12 Wow

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Yourusername My amazing Gracie is touring her new album Good Riddance!! Go stream and see her!!!

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Gracieabrams Thank yew loveeeee

User13 AMAZING AMBUM!!

User1 The flag in this dump is so funny to me

User2 this is my new favourite era!

User3 🩶🖤🤍

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Gracieabrams Y/n just performed, won and went to the Grammys!! So proud of you!!

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Yourusername ILYY!!! Liked by author

User4 MAMA OUR OTHER MAMA IS FAMOUS!!

User5 The dress is so good tho…

User6 Both of them too!

User7 The performance was anything!!

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Yourusername The amazing Gracie Abrams is an opener for TAYLOR SWIFT!!!! So proud of you my love!!!!!!

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Gracieabrams Mwuah!!

Taylorswift

Sabrinacarpenter So proud of my bby

User8 The dress…

User9 the fact that they are both drop dead gorgeous…

User10 So I get to see Taylor swift AND Gracie abrams in the same night?!?!

User11 Cuties

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Yourusername silence before the chaos

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Gracieabrams so true

Conangray Weenie a little cutie

Yourusername wanna see him?

Conangray YESS!!!

Laufey Such a cuties

User12 WHAT CHAOS?!?!

User13 weenie cameo!!

User1 why dey so hot tho-

User2 new album??

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Gracieabrams Go stream GUTS right now!!!

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Yourusername AAAHHHH!!

Chappelroan so real

Jennaortega Cutie

User3 we love supportive girlfriend

User4 GUTS IS SO GOOD!!!

User5 The fact that they both made break up albums while being in a happy relationship…

User6 Love song when???

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Yourusername Gracie just released The Secret Of Us!! Go stream!!!!

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Gracieabrams Ily

User7 We are getting FED this year!

User8 When is in between getting released??

User9 TAYLOR SWIFT!!!

User10 More supportive gf!!

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Gracieabrams Y/n just left for the GUTS YOUR. It felt like just yesterday that we were together at the SOIR TOUR. I am SO proud of you!! Have so much fun!!

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Yourusername I miss you alreadyyyy

Gracieabrams I miss you moreeee

User11 this post is feeding us with graciey/n and BT’s content

User12 power couple

User13 I hope they will do something together this tour

User0 SO EXITED THAT IM GOING!!!

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[gracies-baby]

Hello! I really like your writing and finally someone that writes for Gracie. Can I request a Gracie Abrams x fem!reader. Where the reader is 20 years old and she is Gracie’s girlfriend. She is incredibly wholesome and adorable and cute and gives off golden retriever energy. Gracie is on instagram live decorating a cake and the reader came over to help but she just ends up making a mess and distracting Gracie by being the clingy girl that she is until Gracie is fed up and jokingly scold the reader telling her to just sit there and look pretty and if she made a mess again no kisses for her the reader genuinely gets scared by the empty threat and sits there obediently and takes the role of the taste tester meanwhile all the fans watching are going crazy over how cute the couple is.

Thank you so much for the request! It was so fun to write and I hope you enjoy it!

Cake Live

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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Live stream comments in bold!

"Hey guys, we're making a cake today! So.. it comes with instructions but who cares about that part?     Y/n's coming over in a bit to help me out-" Gracie's cut off by the sound of the door bell.

"Actually, sounds like she's here now" she runs to the door, letting her girlfriend in before giving her a kiss and guiding her to the kitchen.

"Wait, are you live right now? You do realise all your followers just saw that kiss, right?" Y/n giggles as she watches her girlfriend's face turn to one of realisation.

"Well, you're welcome guys!" Gracie sets her phone up so the viewers can see the cake, Y/n and herself.

"Alright, so right now I'm in the middle of finishing the frosting.. wait someone said I should cut my hair. What do you think, babe?" Gracie asks her girlfriend with a wide grin.

"You totally should! You would look so cute with short hair!" Y/n gushes, taking her girlfriend's face in her hands and leaving a small kiss on her nose.

Omg why are they so cute??!

When is it my turn?

"Y/n's been telling me to cut my hair for months now. I know it's too long guys. I know that, don't worry"

"Babe, this frosting is so fucking good" Y/n moans as she licks some of her finger, not noticing Gracie smirking at the sight.

"Alright, so, this is how my day went. Audrey graduated so we all got day drunk and now me and Y/n get to eat cake and talk to you guys all night. So basically it's the best day ever"

"Babe stop eating the frosting!" Gracie exclaims with a laugh as she watches her girlfriend dip her fingers in the frosting again.

"You want some?" Y/n puts her finger close to her girlfriend's mouth causing Gracie to lick the frosting of it.

Oh to be Gracie Abrams right now 😩

Y/n giggles as she reads out the comment.

"I am definitely winning" Gracie replies, pulling the shorter girl closer to her to give her a kiss.

"Alright, what colour should we start with?" Gracie asks her girlfriend, looking at all the different coloured cake bases.

"Uh, I feel like orange. Start with orange" Y/n says as she puts the orange cake on the plate.

"Should we add Audrey to the stream?" Gracie asks as she reaches for her phone.

"Yes! I miss her" Y/n exclaims excitedly.

"You saw her like two hours ago" Gracie laughs at her girlfriend as her best friend joins the stream.

"Audrey!" Y/n yells in excitement.

"Y/n!" Audrey yells back.

"We're all watching the live" Audrey says as she moves her camera to show all their friends and family.

"Weenie! Stop! If you guys hear squeaking, it's just Weenie by the way" Gracie tells the live.

"I'm gonna put on some music. This is so chaotic right now" Y/n says as she reaches for her phone, connecting it to the speaker and playing her Gracie playlist.

"Babe! Turn that off!" Gracie laughs as she reaches for her girlfriend's phone.

"No. It's my favourite!"

"Alright, I gotta go now. I love you Gracie. I love you more Y/n"

"I love you too Audrey" Y/n says as her friends leaves the live. Gracie leans her arm over her phone causing everyone to see her arm.

Omg was that Y/n's name?? Gracie has Y/n's name tattooed!!

"Gracie, they saw your new tattoo" Y/n giggles.

"Good. It's my favourite" Gracie replies as she turns her arm to show the camera her tattoo.

"Babe, can you hold the camera so they can see us pour the sprinkles?" Gracie asks, handing her girlfriend her phone.

"Yeah, sure" Y/n replies only for her hand to slip causing her girlfriend's phone to fall in the cake, covering it in frosting.

"No!" Gracie laughs, picking her phone up and wiping the frosting off.

"Okay, now hold it" Gracie teases as she gives her girlfriend her phone again, watching as she glares at her. Y/n holds her phone as Gracie pours the sprinkles on the cake. Y/n puts the phone back in place before grabbing some sprinkles and putting them in her mouth, knocking the bowl of frosting on the floor in the process.

"Babe! Stop dropping everything!" Gracie scolds jokingly as Y/n apologises with a laugh.

"It's okay, I'm gonna make more" Y/n replies to her girlfriend.

"Then there's gonna be too much" Gracie replies with a sigh.

"We can have the left overs as an after sex snack. No, sorry, a late night snack. You're not getting any tonight" Y/n jokingly glares at her girlfriend as she speaks.

Not Gracie being in the dog house 😭

"Will you be my even be able to go that long without me?" Gracie teases as she focuses on the cake, not noticing her girlfriend's shocked face.

"Gracie! Our friends and family are watching this!" Y/n scolds with red cheeks.

"You started it! We are so sorry to everyone who knows us. Please forget about this conversation" Gracie tells the camera before looking at her girlfriend.

"What did you do?! There's frosting everywhere!"Gracie laughs when she sees the mess in front of her.

"It's not my fault! I'll clean it up!"

"No, just sit back, don't touch anything or no kisses for a month!" Gracie jokes, causing Y/n to sit back on her chair, watching as Gracie continues frosting the cake.

Why are they so fucking cute!

Literally the reason I believe in love

The way Gracie was looking at Y/n 🥺

“Baby, taste this” Gracie says, putting the spoon of cake close to her girlfriend’s lips and watching as she eats it off.

“It’s so fucking good! I might eat it all myself actually. You’ll need to make a new one” Y/n says as she grabs another spoonful of the cake.

“I love you, but absolutely not. This took like 8 hours” Gracie replies, pulling the shorter girl in for a kiss.

[taylor-titmouse]

r/l monroe @petitemortality's latest sexy short, Bodysnatched, is out! this one's a really funny halloween monster mash romp. You Will Love The Cryptlord. you can also get it as part of a 3 book $7 bundle for this weekend! meatheads and lucky little lunatics are also Very Very Good. great picks for a horny post-weenie weekend.

anyway it's process time!

THUMBNAILS

the prompt: "cover concept: the body of this stitched together monster girl, but with the titties and genital region cut out as missing jigsaw pieces. maybe some classic halloween monster hands (werewolf, dracula etc.) grabbing at her?"

so i just Didn't do the puzzle pieces or monster hands at first because i was worried it would end up too busy, and presented those b/w thumbs first with a cloth/tearing theme. this is because before starting i'd asked him if dolly was a patchwork doll or human skin type of frankenstein and i heard the complete opposite of what he told me (she is not a patchwork doll).

so i tried again, and wouldn't you know it, the initial concept as pitched was the best one. sometimes the client Is right.

THE SKETCH

you bet your ass i just googled "blank puzzle pieces" and put it over the drawing. what am i crazy

THE FINISHING PROCESS

between the sketch and the inks r/l suggested more hands be added to help convey the idea that the character is being passed around/modified by a bunch of different monsters, rather than just the one, which would've implied a central character relationship. i didn't even know about the cryptlord character, The Best Character, when i added the skeleton hand. i don't usually get to read these until the day before/day of release myself.

as for fonts, r/l monroe asked for my "goopiest goosebumps halloween ass fonts" which i did not have, but now i have Many.

anyway go read bodysnatched! it's only $3! or less if you get it in that bundle!

...

what's that? what about last month's cover process?

so between Break & Enter being released a little late, october being an explodingly busy month, and the cover process itself being so completely straightforward one-and-done, it just didn't happen! but here, as an extra treat, you can see the alternate thumbnails for that one. that's honestly the only interesting thing i'd have to post about it. as you can see, there was very little difference between the thumbnail and the final cover!

[femboymilkovich]

weekly tag wednesday lets goooo

Tagged by the lil cuties @spookygingerr @stocious @celestialmickey and @mybrainismelted

name: sarah

do you drink coffee? if so, what's your coffee order? Not that often. A white mocha is my safe order lol

what's the best thing you ate today? I haven't eaten yet lol

tell us about your first pet (or if you haven't had a pet yet, what's your dream pet?) the first pets I ever had as a kid were Hannah and Shelby. Hannah was a long haired Chihuahua/Dachshund and Shelby was a full Dachshund. Miss my lil weenie babies all the time 🥹

if your life was a book, what would you call the current chapter? *Incoherent screeching* what the fuck is going on

what's something you did recently that you're proud of? I'm on a self journey and I've been trying to be better about doing the things that will bring me joy regardless of how others may respond. I cut my hair off again and even though the style choice kinda made me nervous for backlash I did it anyway and I am so glad I did 🥰

what was your first dream job growing up? is it anything like the job you have now? Either a nurse or vet. Lol

what's the name of the latest playlist you made? Gallavich coded. Lol I usually steal others playlists. Looking at you, kaka :ianguestwomb:

tags below the cut

@mickittotheman @heymrspatel @deedala @thirstyvampyr @badassfetish

@iansw0rld @mickeym4ndy @callivich @pookiebearmick @catgrassplantdad

@onthepyre @blue-disco-lights @solitarycreaturesthey @jrooc @transsexual-dandelions

@deathclassic @mikhailoisbaby @atthedugouts @michellemisfit @thepupperino

@transmurderbug @gallawitchxx @bawlbrayker @lee-ow @dante-transceratops

@ms-moonlight-inn @gallapiech @roryonic @energievie @wehangout

[keesdarlin]

☆// think about it (MDNI, 18+)

info! keegan russ / angst + gender neutral reader

cw! breakup, keegan is a weenie and thinks he knows best, reader has kids, guilt, attempted homewrecking

prompt! “if you come to me in my home with my three kids. if you asked me to leave, to be with you and split. well, i’d at least have to think about it” I’d Have to Think About It by Leith Ross

“we can’t do this.” his voice was gruff and raspy, and he was still grimy from just getting off deployment, not yet showered. the bag he held as he stood on your front porch looked hastily packed, not completely zipped.

you wilted against the doorframe. “what? no, no, i made dinner and everything. i cleaned, i did laundry-”

keegan shook his head, weight shifting from foot to foot. “no, i mean it. it’s not gonna work. you’re a civilian, it’s not… we can’t,” he rambled, bordering on frantic, but something about his tone seemed final.

you didn’t quite understand what was happening as your body started reacting to the situation. a tidal wave of emotions hit in your chest, churning heavily right below your sternum, and your eyes began to water. “you’re serious about this,” you breathed, and in your mind it wasn’t a question. the way he struggled to meet your eyes said everything.

he gave a single firm nod. “i am.”

“so what, kees? i haven’t seen you in months, you get right home from deployment, and then what? you’re breaking up with me before you’ve even hugged me? before you’ve even come inside? before we can even do the whole ‘oh thank god, i’m so glad you’re alive’? this is just it?” you tried not to seem too hurt as you cross your arms over your chest. a few tears escaped but you ignored them, letting them run down your cheeks without wiping them away.

keegan adjusted his grip on his bag, knuckles white and red just outside of your peripheral. another nod. “this is it.”

you nodded to yourself, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. “okay then,” you muttered, pursing your lips. you grimaced when you heard how watery your voice came out. your head felt like it was full of cotton where you leaned it against the doorframe. “i’ll text you when your shit is in boxes, then you can come pick it up. sound good?” and it all came out breathy and weak and not at all as solid as you intended for it to be, but you couldn’t quite find it in yourself to care at the moment.

keegan didn’t give a verbal response, just nodded.

you both stood there for a moment, him staring at his shoes and you watching him, both just breathing. then he jostled his duffle again, turned and started walking down the porch steps.

“was it something i did?” you called after him, the words leaving your mouth without your consent. but in all fairness, your brain and your body felt like two separate entities as you tried to process the news.

keegan froze on the cement path to the front door, knuckles now white as he gripped his hand. he didn’t turn completely, just barely moved his head to see you in his peripheral over his shoulder. a beat, and then, “yes.” he thanked every star in the sky that you couldn’t see the way his brows knit together or the wobble of his lower lip as he walked off into the night.

ten years later things were very different. you found yourself content. comfortable suburban house, three kids, and a dog. it was a beautiful afternoon, the kind that feels golden when you sit and reminisce about it a decade later. a weekend, no plans except for staying in. the kids had decided that they wanted to make brookies, so your spouse ran out to pick up a few ingredients you were missing.

in the meantime, the kids were a little hungry so you were cutting up some fruit for them. just a little snack. the three of them were talking and giggling at the kitchen table, kicking their feet, when there was a knock at the door.

your oldest looked at you for a moment, then stood. “do you want me to-”

you shook your head, setting down your knife and pushing the cutting board away from the edge of the counter. “i can get it, don’t worry,” you assured him, already moving towards the door. “just sit and watch your sisters. i’ve got it.”

your oldest nodded dutifully, sitting down at the table again with his hands clasped and trying his best to keep his siblings distracted. the dog, who had previously been lingering around your ankles, laid down on the floor beside his seat. you smiled at the sight, unlocking the door. “hello-?” and there stood keegan looking for all the world just like the day he left you, just a touch more jumpy. “oh.”

both of you stood there for a moment, just staring at each other.

“how’ve you been?” he blurted awkwardly, wringing his hands behind his back.

your brow knit together as you leaned against the doorframe. “i-i’ve been alright,” you answered, letting the door fall gently against your shoulder. “keegan, what are you doing here?”

he huffed a deep breath, bringing his hands around to his front. “listen, i know it’s been a long time. i made a mistake all those years ago – i knew it the second it did it. i was scared of you getting caught in the crossfire somehow or becoming a target. but i never stopped loving you, never stopped thinking about you. i just wanted to see if we could talk maybe? have a real-”

one of your daughters shrieked a laugh particularly loudly from the table. you jumped, turning around to look, door falling slightly open with the motion. all three of your kids smiled back at you, nibbling at strawberries you had already set out for them. “everything good?” you asked softly. all three of them nodded back, each giving their own toothy smiles. you nodded an affirmative to yourself, turning back to keegan, who looked at you a little dumbfounded.

“you have kids,” he said breathily.

you nodded, suddenly bashful. rubbed at the back of your neck, looked over your shoulder at the three of them around the table. “yeah. i do.”

he blinked at you, gaze longing. we could’ve had kids.

“my oldest is seven.” you kept smiling at them over your shoulder, watching as they played some little game and giggled to one another. “and the girls are four and three.”

keegan inhaled and it was like he had finally taken stock of where he was. the house, the dog, the family. what it should’ve been like with him. 

he took your hand, gentle. brushed his thumb over your knuckles.

you turned to him, confused. he was looking at you like he used to when he got back from a long deployment. like you were the sun and the moon and all of the stars bottled up just for him.

“we could try again.”

you exhaled in a huff, surprised. “what?”

“this should’ve been our life,” he said. “come with me. we could go somewhere – anywhere. we could start over, the way it was supposed to be. before i got possessed by whatever the fuck that was and made the worst decision of my life.”

you looked around anxiously. you had neighbors, your partner would be home any minute. how would this look? “keegan…”

“we could try again. i want to fix it,” he tried, voice strained.

and for just a second, you and him were in your own world. for just a second, you considered it. you had thought about it when you were still together, what it would be like to have this with him. kids, a house, a dog. and you remembered what it was like before all of this, when it was just you and keegan in your shitty, tiny house watching made-for-tv movies and eating ice cream straight out of the tub. when he would come home from months on a mission and pick you up and smile at you like you’d hung all the stars in the sky just for him. you remembered the late night grocery trips in your pajamas, both of you laughing your way through the store; and the way he would lay his head on your tummy and hug you around your waist when you were watching tv together after a long day. lazy days in and one-day vacations and nights out. him tying your shoes and combing through your hair with his fingers and taking your makeup off for you when you were just too tired. and for just a second, every part of you longed to be back there. things were different now, but maybe if you could have that again…

“we could do it all over. i would, and i know that you would too,” he pleaded, voice cracking. “we could start over. we could leave right now. i would do anything for that.”you sighed and smiled, squeezing his hand. i will always love you. neither of you needed to say it, but you both knew.

[mochegato]

Scarlet Polka Dot Bikini

Marinette poked her head around the changing room wall, cursing Alya for forcing her to wear these scraps of fabric that barely counted as a swimsuit.  Starfire might call it conservative, but it was more risqué than anything Marinette had ever worn in public before.  And, yes, Marinette knew it was her own fault for making the bet in the first place, but this was unnecessarily cruel, because now here she was in a triangle string red polka dot bikini, and not just any triangle string red polka dot bikini, an itsy bitsy teenie weenie scarlet polka dot bikini in front of all of her friends.

Well, some of her friends.  The friends with the most killer bodies.  Her superhero friends who all had washboard abs and defined pectorals or perky breasts.  And she was supposed to prance around the beach with essentially nothing on.  Not a single one of them would say anything negative, she knew that.  Hell, she could almost guarantee they would all say something encouraging.  But that fact only slightly reduced her mortification.

“Marinette!  I saw you!” Alya called.  She stormed toward the changing room.  “Get your pert, little butt out here.  You can’t hide all day.”

Marinette glared at her.  “I bet I could,” she huffed.

“Marinette,” Alya sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “just come out here, girl.  It’ll be fine.”

“It would be better if I had a little more…” she motioned toward her body as she tried to figure out the right word, “more, on.”

“You just need to get over your self-consciousness.  You look hot, girl!  And the rest of these idiots need to respect.  Hell, I might consider switching sides for you!” she cheered.  “Now come on, you’re missing all the fun.”

Marinette grumbled but obliged, taking her first timid steps past the wall only to immediately be met with Alya’s exasperated sigh.  “Really?”  Alya’s voice was as flat as a board but still dripped with incredulity at the large towel Marinette had draped over her body.  “Marinette.  Girl.  My Bestest Bestie.  My most annoying sister…”

“Hey!” Marinette objected.  “There’s no way I’m more annoying than Ella and Etta after they went to that concert and had caffeine for the first time.”

Alya raised an unimpressed eyebrow.  “Yes, congratulations, they were annoying once…”

“Once,” Marinette scoffed.

“… you’re annoying all the time,” Alya finished.  She motioned pointedly to Marinette’s body.  “You need to have more confidence, Mari!  It doesn’t even matter what your body looks like.  You need to have confidence in yourself.  You’re sexy.  Even in that towel, you’re sexy.  You’re sexy because you’re you.  Now, drop that stupidly fluffy, massive towel, and come have fun!  We were just about to play chicken.  How about it?  Me and Nino, you and…” she scanned the beach, “Wally!”

Marinette’s eyes widened.  “No!  I am not playing chicken in this.  It’s one strong wave away from washing away.”  Alya smirked and waggled her eyebrows.  “No!  No.”  Marinette let her arm escape her towel cocoon to point warningly at Alya.

“Well, that would be one way to get Jason’s attention,” Alya laughed.

“Alya!” Marinette gasped.  She jumped at Alya to cover her mouth, scanning the area for anyone who might have heard.  The towel almost dropped in the process and would have if she hadn’t backed off of Alya at the last second, valuing her modesty more than silencing Alya… for the moment.  “Someone could have heard you,” she hissed with a slap to Alya’s shoulder.  “And that is not how I want to get his attention.”

The sheer idiocy of the statement caused Alya to roll her eyes harder than she had ever rolled them before.  As though Marinette didn’t have his attention already.  As though Jason didn’t gravitate to her in every interaction.  As though Jason didn’t get even more hostile whenever Marinette volunteered for a particularly dangerous mission.  As though he didn’t start growling at anyone who indicated they might hit on her.

“Marinette, sweetheart, I didn’t want to have to do this but, by the… Look out!” Alya yelled as she dove out of the way.

Marinette whipped around to see a volleyball hurtling toward her.  There was no dodging it.  She had a split second to choose whether to just let it hit her or drop the towel.  She almost chose to let it hit her but gave in at the last second and released her strangle hold on the towel to hit the ball at just the right angle to have it bounce up and fall back to her much more gently.

Jason and Roy jogged up to her, Roy sporting a brilliant grin.  Jason followed a few paces behind him at a much more subdued pace, staring intently at Marinette.  Marinette almost lost the ability to breathe.  The sun kissed his body and hair, making him look like he was a dark-haired Apollo… until he tripped over a slight lift in the sand and had to cartwheel his hands to keep from falling face first.  He took a second to steady himself before shooting up straight, dusting himself off, and continuing his path as though nothing had happened.

Marinette reached for him but pulled her hand back at the last second and instead used it to secure the ball in front of her now exposed stomach.  She smiled awkwardly at Roy and Jason as they approached, but with each step closer, she hunched her shoulders and bent one of her knees, trying subconsciously to make herself into a ball that could be entirely hidden by the volleyball. 

“Looking good,” Roy complimented with a wink.  He held his hand out for the ball, but Marinette clutched it closer to her, her knuckles almost turning white with the force, which he pretended not to notice.  He turned toward the rest of the group instead and motioned toward them.  “You’re welcome to take the next game once we finish crushing Dick and Adrien, or you can get in on Wally’s frisbee game he’s playing with himself, or Tim, Steph, and Kon are playing in the water.”  He suddenly turned to her with a very serious look and leaned closer.  “Do not play any games in the water with Garth.  He cheats and doesn’t even realize it.”

Jason clocked Roy on the back of the head, feeling a bit better after getting it out.  “Stop scaring her, dumbass.  You’re being a creep.”  He smiled at Marinette, struggling to make it seem as easygoing as possible.  It seemed to have worked because while she didn’t let go of the ball, she did ease her death grip on it.  “Glad you could make it, Pixie.  Come cheer me and Roy on when you’re ready.  Dick and Adrien have Nino and Alya, which gives them a bit of an unfair advantage.”

Roy shot a knowing look at Alya, both fighting a snort at their oblivious idiots.  “Yeah, that’s why,” Roy muttered.

“Okay, honey,” Alya cut in with more than a hint of patronization, “let’s return their ball.”  She grunted as she wrested it from Marinette’s hands and tossed it to them with only a weak whimper from Marinette, who jumped behind Alya as soon as her shield was removed.  “We’ll be over in a few minutes,” she assured them.

Alya and Marinette watched them walk away, Marinette staring undisguisedly at Jason’s behind as it flexed under his trunks with each step.  She waited until they were at the court before smacking Alya’s shoulder.  “This is terrible!  He’s walking around looking like,” she motioned toward Jason with a groan and threw her head back in frustration.

“Yeah,” Alya answered.  “And you’re looking like,” she motioned toward Marinette.  “Perfect match.  Now come on.  Cheer for your man.”

“He’s not my man,” Marinette grumbled, but let Alya drag her.

“Yet,” Alya corrected, her eyebrows waggling yet again.  Marinette was starting to hate that waggle.

Marinette took a seat in the sand near the court, or what she thought were the bounds of the court.  She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.  It was far too hot to be balled up like she was and completely negated sunning herself, but even sweating like she was, she was more comfortable than she would be if she were showing off her swimsuit.

She and Alya cheered the players on for several rounds, laughing and joking with the players, just about everyone joining them at some point to choose sides and cheer.  Marinette relaxed a bit but kept her legs firmly set in front of her chest, until she couldn’t take it any longer.  She was too hot.  The sweat had worked into every crevasse, most of which also got sand into them, making even sitting still extremely uncomfortable, and she was sure she looked like a hot mess at this point.

She waited until people seemed distracted by some story Stephanie was telling and anxiously stood up.  She checked that nobody was looking and jogged to the surf, her arms crossed in front of her chest until she’d passed almost everyone, then moving to hang loosely behind her to shield her behind until she hit the water.  Her focus remained on the water as she moved, her sanctuary, her armor, missing the ball striking the sand mere inches from Jason, who’s focus was also on the water, or more precisely, the woman wading into the water, her bikini getting soaked as she moved.

Roy picked up the ball with an exasperated huff and lightly bounced it off of Jason’s head.  “Hey!  Head in the game.”

“Right,” Jason agreed instantly.  He shook his head and nodded to Roy as he got back into position.  His eyes darted back over to Marinette but snapped to Dick when he heard the slap of his serve.  He managed to keep his focus on the game with only the occasional glance toward Marinette until a massive wave came in and drew the water away from Marinette as the water surged to fill back up.

The movement left him with a clear view of Marinette, sopping wet in her itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie scarlet polka dot bikini clinging to every curve, and he thought he might not be able to breathe any longer.  He continued to stare, mouth agape, completely unaware of anything else around him, until his focus was jarred by a ball smacking him in the side of his head.  He blinked in the direction the ball came from but instantly returned his focus to Marinette.

“Come on,” Roy groaned, “what the Hell, man?”

Jason didn’t bother to look away from the water to acknowledge him.  “Think it’s time for a dip,” he said blankly.  “You guys continue without me.”

“Continue without… It’s two on two!” Roy yelled after him.  He turned back to Dick and Adrien with an exasperated huff.  “I know I asked for him to get off his ass and actually go for her, but this is not what I meant.”

“Yes, it was,” Adrien snarked.

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed reluctantly.  “Wally, stop playing with yourself and get over here.  You’re on my team now!”

“You’re going to turn blue if you stay here much longer,” Jason teased, easily wading closer, the water that covered Marinette up to her shoulders only coming to mid chest on him.  Even through the water, he could see her covering her chest with her arms crossed across her chest.  He furrowed his brow at her reticence.

He had been more than happy about her walking around in her swimsuit, well, no, he hadn’t been thrilled with everyone checking her out throughout the day, but he was okay with it because she was fine with it, and if she felt good who cared what anyone else thought.  It was clear now that she wasn’t.  Even after a few hours, she wasn’t comfortable in the swimsuit.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” he asked casually, looking off into the distance, squinting at the sun shining in his eyes.  “We can go get food or something, which would of course require getting dressed…” he let the sentence trail off, the picture of innocence.

Marinette blinked at him, timid hope appearing in her eyes.  Her eyes darted to the beach, the people wandering around between them and the car, and back.  “I don’t know.  I might… wait,” she said uncertainly.  “You know, until everyone is distracted.”

Jason narrowed his eyes at the people on the beach.  “Nah.  I’m hungry now.  Give me just a second.  Wait right here.”  Marinette snorted.  As if she was going to go anywhere.  Jason dashed out of the water and across the sand to his bike.  She could see him rummaging around and grabbing something out of a compartment.  He then made his way over to Roy, whispering something in his ear and making a sharp movement with his arm, before moving back to Marinette.

He shot her a confident grin and motioned toward the beach.  “Okay, Pixie, let’s go.”

Marinette’s eyes widened.  “No!  I’m not… They aren’t…”  Her sentence got cut off by a small explosion on the beach just beyond where everyone was playing.

“I saw two people over there!” Roy yelled at the top of his lungs.  He pointed toward the other side of the beach from Jason and Marinette and charged, the others following him significantly more cautiously.

“That’s my boy,” Jason grinned.  He urged Marinette out of the water and across the sand to the changing rooms.

“Jason,” she exclaimed.  “We have to…” she froze and stared at him incredulously as realization hit him.  “I know I asked you for a distraction, but that was not what I had in mind.”

“I know, genius, right?” he grinned, pulling her behind him until they reached his bike.

“That was not what…”

“Did you want to change before we leave or after?  I can let you borrow my shirt if you want to wait.”  He held out his shirt to Marinette, but his grin morphed into a smirk after a second.  “Honestly might be safer if you go without the shirt though.”

Marinette’s hand, which was just centimeters from his shirt froze, it dropped to her side as her head cocked to the side.  “Oh?  Why’s that?” she asked innocently.

He took a breath to fortify himself and stepped closer to Marinette.  “Because, if I have you in my shirt hanging on to me while I’m driving, I’m going to have a lot of trouble watching the road,” he admitted quietly.

Marinette’s lips split into a brilliant grin.  This was the first time Jason had given a definitive sign of interest.  There had been signs before but they always could be written off as innocent.  This was the first time, there was no way it could be innocent.  “Me in a shirt would be more distracting than me in this itsy bitsy teenie weenie scarlet polka dot bikini?”  Her voice had changed from the innocent tones a few moments ago to something more sultry and it was setting Jason’s body on fire.

“You’re distracting either way,” Jason corrected.  “But knowing you’re in my shirt?  Holding tight to me?  With just that underneath?”  He let out a long breath and shook his head.  “I’ll be honest we’ll be lucky if we don’t crash.”

Marinette giggled and looked him over slowly.  She closed the distance until her chest was almost brushing his, close enough that if he inhaled deeply, they would touch, and looked up at him from under her lashes.  “Just keep your eyes on the road and remember if you crash, you won’t get to kiss me tonight.”

A growl sounded deep in Jason’s chest as he wrapped his shirt around her shoulders.  “That is a very compelling argument.  No crashing, but food and kissing later.”

Marinette nodded, her eyes finally glinting with the happiness he was used to seeing in her eyes.  “Glad you agree.  But maybe…”  She cut off when they heard their friends start yelling.  They met each other’s eyes in mutual understanding, both jumping onto the bike at the same moment.  Marinette shoved her arms through the sleeves and wrapped them around his toned waist, barely able to contain the groan at the feeling of her arms on his bare skin.  Her ocean-chilled skin heated up instantly where they touched like a fire flooding her system.

She had to admit, she might never wear this bikini in public again.  But maybe, just maybe, if she would get the same results, she’d be willing to give Jason a private showing.

@maribatserver

[thepinkseductress]

Do you want to smell like the yummiest and sweetest slice of Strawberry Angel Cake and fluffy whipped cream?

The best feeling in the world is when you walk past a group of people and you hear someone say, "She smells really, really good!" or just simply talking to someone and they say to you, "OMG GIRL! What are you wearing? It smells sooooo good."

Well, at least, I love it when people say that about me. My biggest goal is to not only be the prettiest person in the room but also the best-smelling person.

Personally, I love sweet scents with candy or cake-like notes. I'm a gourmand girly DOWN!! Its fu-serious!

Teeny-weeny little piece of info: I have parosmia, which means the smell factory in my brain is a little out of whack. UGH! I know. I can smell just fine, but I can be a bit sensitive to certain smells, in which they may smell a little off compared to anyone without parosmia. But I swear I am reliable.

Now before I tell you what scents I like to layer and what perfumes I like to drown myself in, it's vital to understand that smelling good starts in the shower.

To me, the foundation to smelling like a literal piece of heaven depends on your body scrubs, shower gels, body wash, etc.

My shower routine:

Always Always ALWAYS start with a bar soap. It leaves the skin feeling fresh and clean. We want a clean canvas (clean skin) to work with. More specifically, this soap has a sweet and soft scent to it. Almost Angelic. It has more of a vanilla smell than shea butter but is still an exceptional cleanser. BRAVO!

At least once a week, I'll use a body sugar scrub. Usually on Sundays, before a busy and treacherous week, I'll scrub off last week's problems with a course body scrub. I like my body scrubs to be course yet moisturizing, and lucky for me, I found one at TJ MAXX (my second home).

Currently, my favorite is the Body Prescriptions Sugar Almond Body Scrub (I can't find a pic anywhere. Sorry!). It has the smoothest consistency that will have your skin feeling the cleanest it has ever felt, while leaving behind a yummy shine that will have you glowing.

Lastly, I adorn my skin with this lovely lady. She Smells BOMB.COM!!! When I say it smells yummy, delectable, edible, sweet, and everything delicious, believe me, girl. I would never lie to you. EVER.

Take my word, Bestie.

MOVING ON!

After-shower care:

Usually after a shower, my lotion depends on my mood.

She's my best friend when I'm having a mild kind-of day. When I'm stuck in the house all day or if I want to enjoy the simpler things in life. She's smells light but sweet. yum.

For a more, INTENSE day, we use her. The holy grail. You get it.

Super sweet and a little childish in my opinion. But idk its heavenly.

BODY GLAZE My Love!!! I live by these two body glazes.

You can layer them on top of the lotion if you want. It's your life… Live it. Me, I rather prefer to only layer the Birthday Frosting BODY GLAZE.

In terms of Miss Strawberry Shortcake, I'll use her all by herself; no lotion is needed. She performs better alone. IMO.

Both project very well, suuuuperrr duuuperr moisturizing, lasts all day, and will have people stopping you on the street to ask you, "OMG GIRL! What are you wearing? It smells sooooo good." …see what I did there?!…no? oh…okay. 

Let's move on, I guess.

I don't care how good your skin smells. If you're not wearing deoderant and those pits are funky, Bitch, YOU'RE FUNKY. PUT SOME DAMN DEODORANT ON!

This does not apply to my besties who do not wear deodorant due to any beliefs or discrepancies.

Anyways, this deodorant smells like a yummy slice of coconut cream pie with a pina colada on the side.

Have you ever watched your mom, grandmother, or any older woman that you look up to powder themselves?

It's not just for sweat, honey. Some powders come perfumed to add a little "umph" to your hygiene routine.

This powder holds a very special place in my heart. It smells sweet and a little floral. A very true vanilla flavor. It almost reminds me of French vanilla ice cream or syrup.

I keep my powder in a powder dish with a cute little pink powder puff sitting on top of the powder.

After spraying on my deodorant, I'll puff this on my underarms, back, and in between my legs, and at night I'll apply some to my chest and belly. Usually this is added the areas that I sweat the most.

Now on the part that you've been waiting for! Or at least what I've been waiting for…

Perfumes:

BOW DOWN TO THE QUEEN!!

…No, really…bow down.

This is a very sweet, cake scent that can be a little finicky. I find it hard sometimes to layer her with other perfumes or products that are more fresh or floral rather than sweet and gourmand. But let's take into account that I have parosmia.

Nonetheless, Mama is very sweet—almost too sweet, but that's what I want. I want you to get a sugar rush just from smelling me. And this perfume does just that. Projects beautifully and last almost a day. Around six hours later, I have to raise my arm to my nose to smell it, but during those six hours I can smell myself through someone else's nose.

Okay, I'm exaggerating, but seriously, she smells strong, sweet, and yummy.

I spray my clothes with perfume. And by spray, I mean DROWN. My soaps, lotions, oils, etc. are really in charge of my skin.

I see shimmer mist as more of an oil than a spray. I know that may not make sense, but hear me out.

I like to spray this on the parts of my body that will be exposed, like my chest, arms, back, and legs. I may even spray a generous amount onto my hands, until there is a puddle of it in my hand, and I will rub it into my skin like an oil. See, like I told you, I treat this more like an oil than a perfume.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

This concludes my usual hygienic routing, buuuuut I'll tell you a secret. Only because we're like besties or whatever.

I like to lightly spray my underwear and socks with perfume. Usually something a bit stronger than a BB&W perfume mist. A cologne, basically.

This keeps my undergarments smelling yummy.

WARNING: Your partner will want to eat your panties right off of you. Proceed with caution.

Remember, bestie, this is MY hygiene routine. I am simply sharing just in case you needed a little help adding products to your arsenal or simply organizing your daily routine. If you do not like anything that I've listed or if you wish to add something, do as you wish, babes!

This is for inspirational purposes, LOL.

I understand this post may be similar to other girly bloggers, much like me. I can assure you I am not the first person to make a post as such, and I won't be the last. I just wanted to share.

My intention is to NEVER be a kopy kat (yuck)!

Okay, I'm done yapping. CIAO!

-ThePinkSeductress

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Summaries under the cut

The Clockwork Crow by Catherine Fisher

Orphan Seren Rhys is on her way to a new life at the remote country mansion of Plas-y Fran when she is given a package by a stranger late at night in an empty train station. The package contains a crotchety, mechanical talking crow, which Seren reluctantly brings to her new home. But when she gets there, the happy Christmas she had hoped for turns out to be an illusion--the young son of the house, Tomos, has been missing for almost a year, rumored to have been taken by the fairies. With the Crow's reluctant help and a little winter magic, Seren sets off on a perilous journey to bring Tomos home.

Horns & Wrinkles by Joseph Helgerson

How can you tell if a river’s under a spell? River trolls, rock trolls, blue-wing fairies—the usual suspects—the stretch of the Mississippi where Claire lives has rumors of them all, not that she’s ever spotted any. But then Claire’s cousin Duke takes a swim and sprouts a horn—a long, pointy, handsome thing. After that, Claire doesn’t have much choice but to believe that something rivery is going on, especially since she’s the only one who can help Duke lose his new addition.

Japanese Dolls by Rumer Godden

When little Nona is sent from her sunny home in India to live with her relatives in chilly England, she is miserable. Then a box arrives for her in the post and inside, wrapped up in tissue paper, are two little Japanese dolls. A slip of paper says their names are Miss Happiness and Miss Flower. Nona thinks that they must feel lonely too, so far away from home. Then Nona has an idea – she will build her dolls the perfect house! It will be just like a Japanese home in every way. It will even have a tiny Japanese garden. And as she begins to make Miss Happiness and Miss Flower happy, Nona finds that she is happier too.

Wings & Co. by Sally Gardner

When Emily Vole inherits an abandoned shop, she discovers a magical world she never knew existed. But a fairy-hating witch, a mischievous set of golden keys, and a train full of brightly coloured bunnies are just a few of the surprises that come with it.

With the help of a talking cat called Fidget and a grumpy fairy detective called Buster, it's up to Emily to get to the bottom of Operation Bunny.

Small Persons With Wings by Ellen Booraem

Ever since she was teased for believing in fairies, Mellie has adopted a strictly scientific and logical approach to life. But when her parents inherit her grandfather's inn, she learns that for generations, her family members have been fairy guardians. The fairies exchanged some of their powers for this protection but now they want their magic back. An evil temptress in disguise wants the magic too, and before she knows it, Mellie is turned into a frog, her grandfather is discovered alive, and her parents are trapped in an evil spell that only lets them see the truth (which can be awfully brutal). Thank goodness for Timmo - the cute boy next door - and Durindana, a fairy outcast, who help Mellie save the day and encourage her to loosen up her views on family, fairies, and friendship.

Switchers by Kate Thompson

When freakish weather grips the Arctic regions and moves southward, an Irish girl and her strange companion save the world from disaster through their ability to switch into animal forms

Witch Wars by Sibeal Pounder

When Fran the Fabulous Fairy turns up in Tiga Whicabim's shed to tell her she's a witch, Tiga doesn't believe her. Or at least not until Fran points out that TIGA WHICABIM is actually an anagram of I AM A BIG WITCH . . . and takes Tiga through the drainpipes to compete in a challenge to crown the next Top Witch of Ritzy City. No one expects a witch from 'above the pipes' to be a serious contender, but soon Tiga and her new best friend, Peggy Pigwiggle, are at the head of the pack! Does one of them have what it takes to win?

Anthony Monday Mysteries by John Bellairs

When Miss Eells gives young Anthony a job at the library, he thinks he’ll just be dusting shelves and filing books. Instead, he discovers a hidden clue leading to the treasure of eccentric millionaire Alpheus Winterborn. Miss Eells thinks the clues are a practical joke left by the odd, old Winterborn before he died. But then why do things suddenly start getting so strange? And terrifying?

Jane Blonde by Jill Marshall

Janey Brown feels like she is practically invisible. With her stick-thin legs, mousy brown hair and grey eyes, no one ever notices her. Then a crazy woman turns up at the school gates, claiming to be Janey's godmother. According to hip-hop-talking, larger-then-life 'G-Mamma', Janey Brown really is something special. She's Jane Blonde, Sensational Spylet and it's time for her first mission Swapping her too-big school uniform for a silver spysuit, and her battered satchel for a set of amazing gadgets, Janey soon discovers that nothing in her life, or in her past, is as it seems. Her elusive Uncle Solomon happens to be the head of SPI (Solomon's Politicational Investigations) and the greatest spy the world has ever known. Recruited by the government to work on top-secret Project Crystal Clear, Solomon has made a scientific discovery that could change the world. But now he's gone missing. Can Jane Blonde get to him first? Or will The Sinerlesse, a rogue spying group with evil purposes (and a very nasty dog), hunt him down and take his secret?

Weenies by David Lubar

Each hilarious and harrowing. A substitute teacher finds out she has some monsters for students. A group of kids attempt a levitation trick with hair-raising results. A neighborhood is so boring the grown ups are turning into...well...you know. And dozens more.

[sunsafewriting]

AU - Chapter 2. Ava starts a dumb YouTube channel where she makes complicated recipes badly. Maybe people show up for that, but they kind of stay for her conversations with her roommate - who stays off-screen. Mostly.

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chapter 2 excerpt:

It’s not, like, massively surprising that her subscribers manage to track down her Instagram account. Her account is public, and while Ava has never linked or promoted any of her other socials on YouTube, she’s no stranger to the idea of a bit of internet sleuthing. 

Every now and then, she’ll even do a little digging herself. Most recently, her research powers have been directed to finding out exactly how tall Gwendolyn Christie is (for an argument with Lilith) and trying to get a read on that pretty girl from the gym who always asks Beatrice to spot her — just a teeny weeny background check, to make sure she’s not a serial killer. Or single.

(Lucia, as it turned out, is single. And she follows Hayley Kiyoko, Emma D’Arcy, and Janelle Monae on Instagram. That was not at all comforting for Ava to learn.)

Anyway, while Ava doesn’t have a problem with her new online buddies trawling through pictures of cool pebbles from the sidewalk and dogs she’s met at the beach, she’s never really considered the amount of identifying information in her posts. Until recently, virtually everyone who followed her was someone Ava knew in real life. 

She raises it with Beatrice while they’re doing dishes. Considering the amount of mess Ava manages to create while cooking, it’s very fortunate that she lives with someone who finds washing up to be relaxing. 

“Maybe you should make another profile,” Beatrice suggests. “Separate professional and personal.”

“I think the last thing anyone would call my channel is professional .” 

“I disagree. Don’t underestimate the skills that go into it, just because you find it fun,” she replies, handing Ava another plate for her to dry. “You’ve managed to produce something engaging. That’s not easy. If I could do that, my students would’ve done better on their midterms.”

“Almost all of them passed! And you’re a great teacher. It’s not your fault they’re lazy little shits.”

“ Ava. ”

“I can say that! I was a lazy little shit. Slash am currently. I nearly gave you an aneurysm freshman year, remember?” 

“You asked me when the exam was on the morning of the exam.” 

“Lucky, right? Imagine if I’d missed it.” 

Beatrice lets out a controlled breath. “Yes. Lucky.” 

Except not that lucky, because Ava had actually been asking in the hopes of roping Beatrice into a study session or two or three. That was back when she was still trying to figure out how to gently nudge Beatrice into being friends with her outside of class, and Ava was not above drastic measures like actually doing revision to make it happen. 

“Just — promise me that you’ll be careful?” Beatrice says, with that serious look she gets whenever Ava expresses even the mildest discomfort, boredom, or unease. “I know that you’re enjoying yourself, but I want you to be safe.”

Ava leans across and kisses Beatrice on the cheek, taking great satisfaction in the way the mug in Beatrice’s hands suddenly slips back into the soapy water. 

“I’ll be super careful,” Ava promises. 

[mllomy]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ hi!!

i've recently realized that my life is incredibly boring and i want something new to do so i thought yk whats a fun little hobby i can quickly pick up. after like an hour i remembered oh my goddddd i LOVE tumblr its so fun!! this is what im going to be doing from now on (lets see how long i actually manage to stay active for) .

get to know me!! ฅ^._.^ฅ

-my favourite colours red

-i am a younger sister :0

-STAR WARS!! STAR WARS!! STAR WARS!!

-i am a teeny weeny bit of a film nerd

follow my letterboxd :3

-my birthdays in august so im a leo

-i rlly love sofia coppola

-my favourite singers are beabadoobee, faye webster and lana del rey!!

-i’d go insane if i could only listen to one genre though (i no joke love everything)

-i LOVE radiohead

-my favourite genres of film is horror, coming of age and comedy

-i'm a proud (not really proud but thats not the point) fanfiction reader

-maraurders fans i (am one of you) love you guys sm

-any1 else watch the group on youtube?

(i’m still grieving losing yumi 😪)

-i am more of a dog person than a cat person

- i’m convinced i’m James Acasters biggest fan 😼

- britcom britcom britcom britcommm!!!

ill try and regularly update this -`♡´-

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[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Vault Tec Legacy Challenge

The Wastelands Part 2

Ellis: Alexia, time to switch.

Alexia: *yawns* Okay, I'm awake I'm awake. Too bad we didn't bring coffee with us.

Ellis: That would be wonderful.

Alexia: Get some shut eye, I'll see you in a couple hours.

Couple hours later

Alexia: Ellis, Time to get up and get some grub. I'm sure you're as hungry as I am right now.

Ellis: *Yawns and stretches* Yeah I could eat

Alexia: Great, I'm making weenies.

Alexia: How are you and Kenzie adjusting to Vault life? I know you guys were out here for years before we accepted you guys.

Ellis: I'm really enjoying it, the safety and community alone is really nice. I don't have to sleep with one eye open anymore for myself and for Kenzie. I think Kenzie misses having lots of friends but that has more to do with the bombs dropping rather than being in the Vault.

Alexia: It must be tough to be the only teenager in the Vault. Val is turning 13 in a couple days but I know it's not the same. How old is Kenzie?

Ellis: She's turning 16 this year. Mary and I had been saving up to buy her a car for her 16th birthday. I guess the money is just wasting away in the bank now.

Alexia: Who knew bottle caps were going to be the new currency? I would have been saving for years. Maybe while we're out we can get a present for both of the girls.

Ellis: Yeah that would be nice. Something that she wouldn't be able to get in the Vault.

Alexia: I'd suggest a book since we're at the old library but I haven't seen her in the Vault library at all.

Ellis: She prefers hanging out at the pool. I think it makes her feel better about her skin wrinkling. It's something that she can control.

Ellis and Alexia sit in silence for a while.

Ellis: I notice something going on between Jameson and you. Is everything okay?

Alexia: Has everyone noticed?

Ellis: I don't think everyone has noticed. I have the closest quarters to the Overseer quarters and I heard shouting. I also noticed Jameson not coming to your quarters at night.

Alexia: Jameson can't seem to understand how much I have on my plate as Overseer. I know we haven't spent time together as of late, but there's so much to be done. Plus, I was freaking out about the generator.

Ellis: I'm sure it's overwhelming. Work life balance has always been a struggle. Take it from me, I missed out on a lot of Kenzie's childhood because I was too focused on becoming the best scientist I could be. And have breakthroughs.

Alexia: I know I've missed a lot already with both of my girls. How did you manage it?

Ellis: To tell you the truth, I didn't. Not until she was all I had.

Alexia: I don't know how to do it. From the time I wake up til the time I put my head on my pillow, my time is filled with issues with the Vault, issues with Vault Dwellers, and planning for the future. I rarely get any social or me time. There's been many days I've forgotten to eat.

Ellis: You need help Alexia. I know you're the Overseer, but you deserve to spend time with your kids and your husband.

Alexia: I think it's too late for us.

Ellis: Why do you say that?

Alexia: I supported that man through all of his hobbies, every time he picked up something new, he was out with his friends or doing his hobby. There was no time for me. That was the first two to three years of our marriage. I never complained, he did his thing and I did mine. There would be some romance and intimate time, but not a lot.

Ellis: What changed?

Alexia: The bombs fell.

Ellis: Did he realize his mistakes?

Alexia: No, I never brought it up and we never talked about how he treated me. I think things changed because I was all he had.

Ellis: Oh.

Alexia: We've got a long journey ahead of us, let's get walking.

A couple hours later

Ellis: I'm starting to get hungry, you?

Alexia: Yeah, I could eat.

Ellis: I think we could go in there and find some food? We don't have much food leftover in our packs.

Alexia: Alright, let's check it out.

Unknown: Stop right there! Why are you on our land?

Alexia: Sorry! We didn't know!

Unknown: You're gonna pay for that!

In the prison of the unknown camp

Ellis: Alexia can you hear me? Alexia?!

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Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Four

*the episode opens with a shot of Echo Valley Ranch. the sun sits low in the graying sky and the trees cast their long shadows across the ground.*

Devin, in diary room: "Tonight is our first group date and I'm so excited to get to spend more quality to time with the guys! I mean, I've missed them! Is that weird?" *lets out an unintentional snort laugh* "I know I just saw them all yesterday for the nectar making contest, but it's not like we actually got a chance to talk or bond or anything. So, yeah. I'm looking forward to tonight."

*next shot shows the contestants lined up in front of Devin. They are standing in the backyard of the house.*

Devin: "Hi guys! I hope you're all excited as I am about tonight because it's our first group date!"

*the contestants whoop in reply which makes Devin grin and blush slightly*

Devin (continues): "I know it's a little chilly out, but I have just the thing to keep us warm..."

Devin: "A weenie roast!"

*enthusiastic murmuring spreads among the contestants*

Devin: "Alright, why don't we head over to the fire pit and get comfortable?"

*everyone chooses a seat around an already roaring fire and looks to Devin expectantly. there's a beat of uncomfortable silence that follows.*

Devin: "So...you'll all have to forgive me if I'm a bit awkward. This is my first time going on a date with five dudes at the same time."

*chuckles ripple throughout the group*

Devin (continues): "There are dinner kits next to everyone's chairs if you're hungry. Otherwise, I thought we could just talk. Get to know each other better. To get things going I thought we could go around and all share something fun about ourselves. How about what's the silliest thing you've ever searched on the internet?"

*the group laughs again*

Stan: "Only if you go first, missy."

*more laughter, with Devin joining in*

Devin: "Alright, fair enough."

*she pauses a moment to consider her answer while the group looks on*

Devin: *chokes on a laugh* "Oh my Watcher. I can't believe I'm about to admit this to you guys. Okay. So, my cousin, Lacey, got me an AirTag because, and you should all know this about me, I am infamous for losing my keys. Well, needless to say, I lost 'em. But for the life of me, I couldn't remember exactly how she said the AirTag worked, so I pulled out my phone and searched," *pauses, covers her mouth with her hand, and squeezes her eyes shut* "Find my keys."

*the group howls with laughter*

Devin: "I know! I know! It was so dumb! But cut me some slack, okay? I'm not the most technically savvy!"

*as the laughter subsides, she turns to Houston*

Devin: "Your turn, cowboy."

Houston: "Hmmm....," *settles back in his seat and thinks for a few beats*

Houston (continues): "Alright. This one seems silly now, in hindsight. But, it was really late at night and I hadn't had much sleep and I had been writing for almost ten hours straight. But, I searched," *pauses briefly and smiles to himself*, "Does grammatical phrasing and ending dictate the relationship between syntax and the poetic line?"

*the group is so quiet the only sound are the crickets singing in the background*

Milo: "I don't get it."

*Devin looks slightly confused*

Houston: "Well, you see..."

Stan: "Don't even try, man. We're all too dumb to understand."

*the group breaks out into laughter again*

Handra: "I'll go next."

Devin: "Awesome. Let's hear it!"

Handra: "I'm kinda ashamed to admit, but this is something I have searched for on more than one occasion," *surprised hissing emanates from the people around him* "Yeah, I know. But, I can never remember which one is the damn salad fork."

*Handra laughs nervously*

Albert: "Wait, didn't you also work in a restaurant?"

*Handra's head droops*

Handra: "Yes."

Devin: "Well, I don't think you'll have to worry about that around here. My philosophy is one fork for everything."

Houston: "Who has time for all those extra dishes, am I right?"

*Devin glances over and grins at Houston*

Devin: "Nail. Head."

*the two share a moment of eye contact before Stan clears his throat*

Stan: "Well, mine was an almost search. I started to type it in and thought it was too stupid and stopped myself."

Albert: "Oh, I gotta hear this."

*Devin looks to Albert*

Devin: "*Bleep*, me too."

*Stan grins and chuckles to himself*

Stan: "As I'm sure y'all have figured out by now, I'm very fond of my coffee. Well, one day I almost searched caffeine overdose. Isn't that ridiculous? Can you imagine?"

*Devin glances around the group with a worried expression*

Devin: "Umm...Stan. Caffeine overdose is a real thing. I mean, it's not super common, but it even kills people."

*Stan's face falls*

Stan: "What?"

*His eyes search the faces of the other contestants who are nodding to him in confirmation*

Stan: "Well, *bleep*."

*Houston reaches over and pats Stan on his shoulder*

Houston: "Sorry, buddy."

Milo: "I guess I'll go, " *he sighs and leans forward, resting his arm on his leg*, "I don't have the best memory. Probably because I've been hit in the head too many times. But, to make a long story short, I couldn't member my Mom's phone number so i had to search it after I got a new phone," *buries his face in his hand and laughs* "Which is really, really sad."

*the group laughs meekly, almost as if unsure if they should or just feel sorry for him*

Devin: "Awww! I'm not going to lie. I've been there. I mean, not with family. but with someone else I probably should have known their number."

Milo: "Thanks, Devin. At least I know I'm not alone."

*Devin winks across the fire at Milo*

Devin: "You're up, Albert."

Albert: "Can you milk cowplants?"

*the group sits in stunned silence for a moment, processing what Albert just said*

Albert (continues): "That was my search. And I already know what you ranchers are going to say," *holds up his hand to use a puppet and takes his voice up an octave* "Of course cowplants don't product milk, Albert. They're not actually cows. They're aliens," *his voice shifts back to normal* "Thank you, everyone. I found that out when I searched."

*Albert laughs and plants his face in the palm of his hand*

*the group bursts out into laughter, everyone except Stan*

*Stan has Albert locked in a steely stare, the hot dog he's been roasting now turning black in the open flame*

*indistinct conversation and laughter can be heard as a low buzz begins to fade in*

*conversations fade out as the buzz grows louder*

*Stan's glare begins shifting to each of the men around the fire*

Stan, in diary room: "I don't know what happened. I was just sitting there, and suddenly a wave of...intense jealousy came over me. Getting Devin's attention in this pack of wolves feels *bleep*ing impossible. This is going to be so much harder than I thought."

*the camera cuts back to the campfire. everyone is locked in their own conversations.*

Houston: "You know, I'm not exactly a fan of technology, either."

Devin: "Oh yeah?"

*Houston nods solemnly*

Houston: "Since the war."

*Devin's face softens*

Devin: "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

Houston: "No. It's okay. I want you to know."

*she nods and leans closer*

Houston: "It's just, that I've seen what we've made technology into. What it's capable of. The horrors it can inflict. I guess, it's made me not trust it."

Devin: "I don't think anyone can fault you for that. Least of all me."

*the two lock eyes and share a moment of comfortable silence*

*after an obvious time lapse, the next shot is focused on Devin*

Devin: "Guys, this has been a lot fun but unfortunately, it's time to call it a night. I hope you had as much fun as I did."

*everyone gets to their feet, hug Devin, and begin making their way into the house*

*Devin begins to head inside when Houston hurries behind her*

Houston: "Devin! Wait!"

*Devin glances over her shoulder before stopping in her tracks and turning to wait for Houston to catch up*

Houston: "This is probably against the rules or whatever, but I don't care."

*he reaches out, takes her hand, and pulls her gently against him.*

*Devin smiles in surprise*

Houston (continues): "I've been dying to do this and I couldn't wait any longer."

*Houston wraps his arm around Devin's waist and as she drapes hers across his shoulder. their faces are inches apart*

Devin: "So do it, already."

*she now cradles his face, her eyes burning into his*

*Houston smiles down at her*

*after a beat Houston leans forward, eagerly kissing Devin for the first time.*

*she meets his lips with a soft moan*

*Houston gently tightens his grip on her*

Houston, in diary room: "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. But, suffice to say, this is one of my most magical nights of my life."

Devin, in diary room: "He kissed me. He *bleep*ing kissed me." *swoons*

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