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[mint-flavoredd]

Rory, sweetie, you gave her a heart attack.

[littlesubbyflower]

High Pitch - E.M.

Pairings:: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

1.5k Words

Warnings:: Fluff, established relationship, reader has sensitive ears and often finds discomfort in certain pitches, mentions of tympanostomy (surgery where tubes are placed in the eardrum) 

Summary:: After seeing your discomfort during Corroded Coffin’s setlist, Eddie vows you will never have to cover your ears ever again.

A/N:: Maybe you guys will like this version of Eddie? Sweet, loving, and caring boyfriend!Eddie. Also, thanks to my babies in the coven accountability sessions, ily <3 divider by @saradika-graphics

It all started one rainy September afternoon, Eddie swore he saw you flinch when he turned up the boombox he had stationed on his dresser. He had just gotten Ozzy Osbourne’s ‘The Ultimate Sin’ cassette in the sale section of the record store. Bringing one hand up to plug your ear closest to the radio before wrinkling your nose in discomfort, the other hand keeping the well loved copy of The Secret Garden open in your lap.

“Um, Eddie? Can you turn the radio down some?” You say apologetically. “I uh, just have a bit of a headache today.” 

Eddie immediately lowers the volume almost completely and sends an apologetic smile your way. “Yeah sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He takes a step forward and leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. “Do you need any Advil? Have you eaten anything? Drink any water?” 

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble?” You smile sheepishly after slowly pulling your hand back down away from your ear. “I ate some of my lunch today, but I was in the library studying and only managed to eat my grapes and a granola bar. I had a few sips of my water too.���

Eddie shoots you a worried glance. “Alright, well, I’ll grab some Advil, a snack and water.”

“Thank you Eddie, you’re the best.” You call after him as he leaves the room. 

He returns a few minutes later with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, two Advil and a water bottle.

The next time Eddie swears he’s seeing things as you wince and plug your ears is during Corroded Coffin’s band practice

“Hey, I’m going to step out for a second,” You call over the guitar solo that Jeff had been working on. “--just need some fresh air.” Quickly standing and rushing outside near his van. 

Jeff finishes two notes before he stops and turns to Eddie. “Hey, is she okay?” 

“Yeah man, said she just needed some air.” Eddie said, pulling a cigarette from the crushed box he had in his pocket and lighting it before inhaling and sitting on one of the larger guitar amps. 

“Maybe her ears are a little sensitive. Sometimes certain pitches can bother me, so I wonder if it’s the same for her.” Gareth says. 

“Maybe? She has been having a few more headaches, and asks me to turn things down quite often.” Eddie says, ashing his cigarette into the amber ashtray sitting on a table next to the amp.

Jeff nods in agreement, and turns the amp down a few notices and starts the solo again. Meanwhile, you’re rummaging through your bag, dumping the contents into Eddie’s passenger seat. Finally grabbing the small bottle of Advil, you take two. You make a mental note to try and put a pack of ear plugs into your bag for times like this. 

You feel guilty tears building in your lash line, wiping them quickly before heading back towards the garage. Finding your place back on the couch, you sit with your feet tucked under you before smiling at the guys. 

“Feelin’ any better, sweetheart?” Eddie asks. 

“Yeah, I am.” You smile back at him. “Thanks.” You say as Gareth hands you a water then passes water to the other boys. 

For the next twenty minutes, any guitar solos that needed to be practiced were done so with the instrument unplugged or moved to one of the acoustic guitars. Confusion settles over your features but you decide not to ask, silently thankful that the rest of band practice went a lot more quietly than when it had started.

“Well boys, I’m beat. We’re probably going to head out.” Eddie says, standing from his spot where he was still seated on the amp. 

“You sure? We can stay for a bit longer if you want to keep practicing.” You say, looking up at him. Eddie smiles at you. 

“I’m sure sweetheart, plus you look a bit tired. Let’s get you home.” Eddie says, holding his hand out for you to take. You take his hand and he helps you off the couch. “Okay boys, guess we’re leaving. Same time on Wednesday?”

“Possibly.” Jeff said.

“We have a gig tomorrow at The Hideout.” Gareth reminded Eddie. “Nine pm, so we will need to load up the van and go to unpack at seven.” 

“Got it! I’ll be here at seven, if any of you asshats are late, you’ll be walking.” Eddie jokes. 

Eddie peaked out from the corner to see you chatting with Steve and Robin. He smiled to himself and stepped back closer towards the band. 

“Does anyone want a drink before we go on?” Jeff asked. 

“Can I just have a Coke?” Gareth asked. 

“Same.” Eddie said.  

Damien shook his head. “No thanks, I’m good.” 

Jeff slipped out into the crowd and ordered the drinks and quickly went back to distribute them before downing his own drink before making his way to the stage. Meanwhile, Steve migrated you and Robin closer to the front so you could see Eddie. 

“Oh, I meant to ask, did you bring your ear plugs?” Robin said close to your ear. 

Your face paled in color as you pat your pockets. Steve searched his pockets as well but came up empty handed. 

“Shit…” you groaned. 

“It’s okay, maybe the pitches won’t be so bad?” Robin said wearily. Boy she was so, so wrong. A high pitched, loud, note came barreling out of the amp and nine o’clock on the dot. 

Steve’s hands immediately came up to your ears as you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut, silently cursing yourself for being so forgetful. 

Eddie sent a confused look your way and Gareth scrunched his face up in an apologetic manner, while Jeff’s face held a guilty expression. 

The set was short tonight, playing two or three songs instead of the usual five or six. It was something you were extremely grateful for, but would rather die than tell Eddie that. 

“We’re Corroded Coffin, Thanks so much for coming out tonight!” Eddie said with a goofy grin that faded when the spotlight turned off. 

A group of girls waited by the side of the stage for Eddie, but after setting his guitar down, he walked straight past them and made a beeline to you. 

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” His eyes search yours before pulling you into a hug as Steve removes his hands off of your ears. 

“Y-yeah, I’m okay! Why?” 

“No you aren’t.” Robin says. 

Steve elbows her side. “This isn’t our place, Rob.” 

“Well could someone tell me what’s going on?” Eddie says. 

Silence falls between the four of you. Eddie expectantly looks at you. 

A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you close your eyes and turn your head away. “I just– it’s just–” 

“Sweetheart, take a deep breath, I promise whatever it is, I won’t be mad.” Eddie says, using his thumb and forefinger to turn your head to look at him. 

“I have really sensitive ears and sometimes the notes that are being played physically hurt my eardrums…” Your eyes immediately drop to the floor. “Not your typical ‘Ow, that was kind of loud’ hurt, like ‘someone is shoving needles into my eardrum’ kind of hurt.” 

Eddie sucks in a deep breath and a guilty look flashed across his face. Why had you been in pain this entire time and never said anything? Band practice was probably the most miserable 2 to 3 hours of your life and Eddie had absolutely no idea. If band practice was bad, then the gigs played at The Hideout were even worse.

“Sweetheart…” Eddie said. “Why didn’t you say anything? God, now I feel like an asshole for anytime I gave you shit when you asked me to turn things down.” Sighing heavily, pulling your body impossibly closer to his, wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. “I am going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” 

Wrapping your arms around his neck as he squeezed you, you giggled. “Eddie, ‘s not your fault. I just had three tympanostomies before the age of six.” Eddie looks at you confused. “I had three sets of tubes put into my ears before the age of six for my chronic ear infections and because of that, I have super sensitive ears.” 

“She’s also supposed to use ear plugs.” Robin said, in her ‘matter of factly’ tone.

“Ear plugs?”

“Yes, earplugs. She’s got some special ones that her doctor had given her for use at school, but she’s supposed to wear the foam type ones if she goes to concerts.” Robin continues and Steve chimes in. “Usually I have some in my pocket because she and Robin have convinced me to go to several impromptu concerts, but I have two or three packs on me to block out the twerps arguing when I have to drive them around. Dustin’s screaming gets intense sometimes.” 

“Melvad’s closes at eleven, right?” Eddie asks. 

“I’m pretty sure, I think Joyce is working tonight too.” You say. “It’s late, can we just go tomorrow?” 

“Whether we go now or in the morning, I don’t care.” Eddie kisses the top of your head. “I’m buying an entire box of foam ear plugs to keep in the van. I never, and I mean never want to see the look I saw on your face as soon as we started playing ever again.” 

[cakerybakery]

Who wants a present?

-

Lucifer watched Adam in the kitchen for a while from the hotel hallway.

Adam was making himself a snack. It was fascinating to watch.

He knew life was hard on Earth. Adam talked about it sometimes in the group sessions. Sometimes there just wasn’t enough food to go around in those early days and he did what he could to keep Eve fed and the kids fed. The babies needed her milk and she needed food to make milk. Giving up some of his food was the easy choice to make.

Getting to heaven with all this food that wouldn’t be invented for thousands of years, it made him a little gluttonous. It didn’t help that the man was tall. He just naturally ate a lot.

Adam first made himself a peanut butter and honey sandwich, as he put the honey away he squeezed some directly into his mouth. As he ate his sandwich he made his real snack, a chicken quesadilla, with vegetables, a pack of chips, and a smoothie.

Lucifer mostly subsisted on coffee and spite. And on most days, just coffee.

Adam finished cooking and got down two plates. He cut the quesadilla into pieces and split them between the plates, did it again with the vegetables, then with the chips, he poured the blended smoothie into two glasses. He put everything on the kitchen island and pulled out two stools.

“Are you eating or not?”

Lucifer jumped, he hadn’t realized he had been spotted lurking in the shadows of the hallway.

Sheepishly he wandered in and took the spot next to Adam. He couldn’t remember the last time he really ate much of anything. Lilith used to cook when they were young. He could only do a few things himself. Mostly, they had servants to do the cooking. Lucifer didn’t need to eat and just sort of stopped after Lilith left.

He looked up at Adam and down at the plate. It was more than he normally ate when he did eat, much more. Lucifer picked at it, trying to be polite.

A hand was on his thigh and electricity burned its way up his spine into his brain where it bounced around as Adam spoke.

Lucifer found himself opening his mouth as Adam put a bite of food in it.

Chewing slowly Lucifer found it was good. Adam was a good cook. He swallowed.

“Try this now.” Adam smiled at him holding up a chip to be fed to him. Adam turned in his seat so the thumb on the hand on Lucifer’s thigh could rubbed in little shocking circles on Lucifer’s inner thigh.

Again, Lucifer opened his mouth and let Adam fed him.

Every bite was like that. Adam’s thumb rubbing circles, sometimes moving up and making Lucifer whimper, like a reward for eating another morsel.

By the time Lucifer’s plate was empty, he was a mess. Adam hadn’t touched him beyond that one thigh or his lips as food was placed on his tongue, but his knees were weak, his heart was pounding, his dick was straining to be freed.

Did Adam know what he was doing to him? He had to know. There’s no way he was keeping a straight face.

“How was that? Did you enjoy the meal?” Adam’s hand squeezed Lucifer thigh again.

Lucifer didn’t respond. He couldn’t respond.

“Good job eating it all.” That hand slid up and Lucifer breathed hard as his brain began to misfire and tingle pleasantly.

“I noticed you eat more when you’re happy. Did I make you happy?”

Lucifer moaned. He couldn’t quite grasp how to make his voice work.

“I think you deserve a reward for eating all your food, don’t you?” Adam leaned in and Lucifer closed his eyes. Fireworks and lightning competed in the brain and body as Adam’s lips moved against his. “Supper is in a few hours. If you eat all your food without help how about I join you for some dessert?”

Nodding furiously was all Lucifer was capable of anymore.

Adam’s strong hand squeezed his thigh again, so tantalizingly close, “it’s a date then.” The hand pulled away, Adam picked up his food and left Lucifer alone to melt and cool down by sipping on the fruit smoothie.

[mayiwritesomething]

Echoplex (One-Shot)

This is a oneshot from LIAUN Series (Masterlist here)

Wordcount: 2,3k

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, SMUT, teasing, sex (p in v, no protection), oral sex, cursing words, etc.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago while writing the chapters of love is an unfamiliar name (still 2 more chapters to go), i didn’t like it at first but anyway i decided to give it a chance haha. Considering the upcoming chapter 8 will be quite sad, let smooth things with a smut one 😜

Btw it fits somewhere between chapters 6 and 7 but can be read as a one shot on it’s own.

You jetted off to LA on Monday night. Since you and Pedro hadn't met before your departure, you kept exchanging messages. Back at home in your satin sleep dress, feeling gorgeous, you decided to send him a selfie lounging on your sofa with the caption: Movie night. Wish you were here 💔

Almost immediately, you heard the notification sound. It was Pedro. His response was, "Don't you tease me like that baby." Smiling and feeling a rush of heat, you replied with a picture in front of the mirror, the dress slipping from your arms, revealing the curves of your breasts, and the caption, "Or what? Gonna make me pay? 😇"

Forgetting that Pedro preferred calling over texting, you were surprised when he video-called as you returned to the sofa. He was eager to see you, and you wanted him right then and there.

"Oh my god... this looks perfect on you," he said mischievously, then added, "It makes me wonder so much about what's underneath it—why the fuck do you do this?"

"Well, I can show you if you want," you replied with a naughty smile.

"I do, baby... I really do want to see—fuck," his smile faded. "Baby, I have to answer this; it's my manager. I'll be right back."

"Okay," you muttered, frustration taking over as you sank back onto the sofa, scrolling through your Mubi main screen.

Ten minutes turned into twenty, but there was still no call from Pedro. You decided to watch Bowie's Labyrinth, a movie that always made you feel at home.

Nearly two hours later, Pedro finally called, his excitement palpable through the phone. "I've got a fantastic project opportunity," he exclaimed while you listened, intrigued and staring at the screen. "Sorry for the delay in getting back to you, baby. I had to sort a few things out."

"It's alright," you replied, feeling drowsy. "I understand we can't ignore a manager's call."

"Well, the good news is I can make it up to you in person," he teased, causing you to melt a little inside. "Are you free on Thursday?"

"I'll be working on some mixes in my studio, but you're welcome to stop by. I’ve seen you working much more than I’d like; now you can watch me do my thing," you said with a smile.

"I'd love to," he responded eagerly. His enthusiasm was endearing, and you couldn't help but bite your lower lip in anticipation; you couldn’t wait to see him in person.

On Thursday morning, anxiety enveloped you as you meticulously organized your home, ensuring everything was precisely in place. Seeking distraction, you headed to the studio on the other side of your yard to begin mixing a song you were producing. A few hours later, Pedro arrived, bringing your favorite coffee in a thermal cup along with a pack of peanut butter M&Ms.

Engrossed in conversation throughout your mixing session, you were captivated by Pedro's curiosity and respect for your work. You knew that for someone not directly involved in music production, watching someone tinker with synthesizers and create sounds could be quite boring.

"You're like some kind of witch with this whole hocus pocus thing," he marveled, seated in front of you.

Walking over to him, clad in a tank top and sweatpants, your inner music nerd emerged as you explained, "It's not that complicated; I just piece things together and tweak transitions. I'm not sure if it's good yet; I'll have Tim take a look tomorrow."

Pedro rose, drawing nearer to you, his hands gently tracing your face. "Sometimes, a simple 'thank you' is enough when receiving a compliment babe," he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead, leaving you feeling a bit sheepish.

"I'm sorry, thank you," you murmured.

"No need to apologize, mami," he reassured, cupping your face to kiss you tenderly. Chuckling at the new nickname, you kissed him slowly, feeling the desire building as he lifted you onto the wooden part of the mixing table. Craving his touch, you pulled him closer, kissing his neck and sensing his longing for you as well. While trying to position you on the table and removing his shirt, his hands accidentally slipped, nudging some buttons.

"Careful, man! This is some expensive shit," you cautioned between kisses as your hands fumbled.

"Sorry," he responded, stepping back. "Don't be mad at me, but I'd love to fuck you right here on this table, like right now." You felt a surge of conflicting desires—a battle between primal urges and rational thoughts raging in your mind. Drawing nearer to kiss you again, you reciprocated, feeling his intensity.

"I want you to fuck me now," you confessed, beginning to remove your top.

"Leave it," he instructed, laying you back on the table, as your primal instincts won this round. "Let's not rush," he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck, as you moaned softly, feeling him between your legs, yearning to shed your clothes.

In a frenzy, you attempted to reach for his pants, but he firmly grasped your hands and gently guided them back to the table.

"Come on," you pleaded in exasperation between kisses as he began to trail kisses along your collarbone, slipping a hand under your top to caress the softness of your breast. Sitting before him, his warm touch in the air-conditioned room momentarily stole your breath, causing you to gasp silently.

"We have no neighbors now, baby. I want to hear you; I know I haven't seen everything yet," he murmured, locking eyes with you as his hand continued to tease beneath your top. Your attempts to remove it were thwarted once more. "I told you to leave it," he gently reminded you, guiding your hands back to the table, leaving you burning with frustration inside.

"Seriously? This isn't some master and servant kinda shit," you snapped, annoyed.

"You can have your revenge next time," he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he gently removed his hand from under the top and adjusted it on you, the fabric showing how stimulated you were. "These are your words, not mine." He said it ironically.

Frustrated and conceding defeat, you seethed, "I fuckin hate you," while he chuckled, slipping a hand inside your pants and teasing you slowly. Involuntarily, you parted your legs, moaning softly and closing your eyes as he continued to explore.

"Are you sure of that?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on you. "Cause your body is telling me otherwise... Or are you wet like this all the time?" You could see how he was enjoying his little torture session.

"Stop—ah—stop fucking teasing me," you protested, feeling a mix of pleasure and anger.

"One word is missing, baby. Where are your manners?" His voice dripped with lust as his touch alternated between pleasure and torment.

"Please," you mumbled, trying to resist the urge to give in completely.

"I know you can do it a bit louder; I almost didn't catch that," he taunted, quickening his movements before abruptly stopping, holding your jaw with his other hand. You couldn’t think straight anymore.

"Please... PLEASE… PLEASE DON'T STOP," you cried out of sudden, your hand gripping his arm as you bit your lower lip, urging him to continue. "Please, Pedro—please, baby, don't stop," you pleaded, a mixture of desperation and desire in your voice.

“I didn’t see that coming this fast,” he said, still holding your jaw with one hand, then kissing you as you moaned, grinding on him. Surprised and aroused by your response, he resumed his ministrations, and as the pleasure intensified, you could only whisper, "It feels so good... it feels so good—please," your plea trailing off. "Just like that—please keep going like that, baby," you urged, locking eyes with him as you kept moaning adrift in the moment.

"It's so beautiful to see you swallowing this pride of yours and begging like that," he remarked, cupping your face tenderly. "I'd do anything for you—fuck, you’re so wet—I want to hear you scream for me," he whispered in your ear, his words causing you to melt in his arms.

"You could start by letting me do what I want," you protested, a hint of playfulness in your tone. “What about that?”

"Today there's no negotiation," he laughed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Really?" This time, you drew him closer and whispered, "Not even if I ask you nicely…”Taking his hand from inside your pants and gently sucking his fingers. “Please?”

Once again, he maintained control better than you. "Not today, baby," he reassured, planting kisses along your neck and holding your face tenderly. "Just lay down," he instructed, gently guiding you onto the table and slowly taking your pants off, though you felt a pang of worry as your knee knocked against something. As you settled into a comfortable position, a sudden intrusive thought crossed your mind: There goes a $10,000 synth.

Letting the tought aside, you longed for his touch as he focused on taking you to new heights, his attention focused between your tights. Gripping his hair, you let go of any concerns about the noise of your pleasure filling the room as you were fully immersed in the moment with him. It was just the two of you, lost in pleasure, clearly enjoying the experience.

As you finally screamed his name and struggled to maintain your balance, he crawled closer, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss so you could taste yourself. He was so caught up in his own pleasure in between your legs that he didn't even notice you slipping off your top, the last piece of clothing remaining.

Drawing you closer, he whispered, "You're so perfect," his words a mix of adoration and desire as he gazed upon your exposed body, then kissing it as you tried to hold him closer. You wanted to feel him inside.

"Tell me something I don't know," you chuckled playfully.

"Your humility brings tears to my eyes," he teased, planting kisses on your breasts. Your hands roamed freely over his body, eliciting goosebumps from feeling him as he teased you before giving you what you wanted. Returning to kiss you, the sensation of him finally being inside you was fenomenal. Suddenly, your hand accidentally hit a button, causing a burst of bass sound that startled both of you, leading to shared laughter.

"I'm pretty sure I broke something this time," you fretted, concerned about the unexpected noise.

"Wanna go down?" he suggested, worried, ensuring he kept you close. You nodded in agreement, indicating the armchair where he had been seated.

Taking a seat, he maintained eye contact with you, holding you close. The desire burning in his eyes was a sight to behold as you gently pushed him back and cupped his face, a smile playing on your lips. "I want you inside again," you whispered almost inaudibly, your words filled with longing.

"Babe, please," he murmured in response as you trailed your fingers over his lips, settling on top of him to ensure you could move and fully feel him.

The way he gripped your hips left you with no control over your own movements; he was once again in charge after the brief moment of stillness you both shared. Your hands clung tightly to his back as one of his hands guided your hair gently, not forcefully, exposing your neck as you ground against him, feeling every inch filling you. Even the fact that he was controlling your movements didn’t bother you this time.

You wouldn’t let him know this easily, but he knew what he was doing. You loved to feel how harder he would grip you each time you moaned. His laughter ringing out, asking, "Does it feel good?" at every curse word that escaped your lips. How lovely he kissed your body, muttering “es tan rica” while hitting you firm but slowly. The way he touched you. How In those moments of almost silent, heavy breathing, your eyes locked in a wordless understanding as you both discovered the perfect rhythm.

The pleasure building within brought you to tears as you reached your climax. Right after hearing his voice calling out your name as he held you close tightly in his own moment of release, which felt so warm inside of you, a mix of cries, laughter, and trembling filled the room. Struggling to kiss him back, you felt his heavy breathing and sensed his shaking body as he rested his head against your chest, muttering words you couldn't quite make out.

Seeing his smile, you returned it, both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. He tenderly kissed your chin as you held him close, both of you sweaty despite the air conditioner running. Without a word, you simply gazed into each other's eyes for a while, sharing smiles and kisses.

"If we keep this up, we could compete in Iron Man," you remarked with a chuckle.

"Sure," he agreed, clearly out of breath.

"You should quit smoking, old man," you teased, laughing. He shot you a playful yet judgmental look in response. "Don't give me that look; I’m aware of my glass ceiling," you defended yourself, a playful glint in your eyes.

“You destroyed me,” he laughed while kissing your breast, his beard tickling you and causing you to chuckle.

“Want to take a shower?” You asked shyly.

“Yes, we made a mess.” He adjusted your hair and kissed you, pulling you as close as he could.

“Consider yourself lucky because I’ve never had sex here,” you laughed.

“I’ll help you tidy things up,” he said, trying to be useful, “and we can check if everything is working because if it’s not, I—” You sensed his anxiety.

“Well, it’s nothing I can’t afford,” you said, kissing him. He just gave you a surprised look. “All I want is to have a shower and another round, if you’re up to it,” you teased.

“I think I can handle another one,” he smiled back at you.

"So, what are we waiting for?”

I can't believe that life's so complex

When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

This is love, this is love

That I'm feeling

[cherrybloosomgirl29]

Full House AU Part 3: Shopping

cover image by: @sunfloweraroace

Summary: Logan has to leave town for a mutant summit; he trusts Wade to keep up with the girls training. Wade has a different idea of fun… (Based on results from the poll)

A/N: This has been my fave idea so far! I hope ya’ll enjoy. I'm probably gonna have another poll for the next idea. From here on out this will be a weekly series that will be posted each Monday. If you have any ideas for future chapters or storylines please comment!

“Wade, I'm trusting you to do this while I’m gone at the summit, okay?”

Logan was just about to leave for a summit on mutant rights. He is attending as moral support for his fellow X-Men, Jean and Storm. They will be giving a speech on mutant rights and activism in front of thousands of guests.

”I got it Lo.’ Give the girls a training session and help them study for their combat tests,” Wade says while helping his husband pack.

”Okay, but no funny business okay? Take them to the danger room, help them with their homework, make them dinner, and then tell them to go to bed,” Logan says with a serious look on his face. He knew Wade tended to get a little off track when hanging out with the girls.

“Yes sir,” Wade says while giving Logan an exaggerated military salute.

A few hours later Logan is on his way to Los Angeles for the summit, while Wade and Logan’s four foster daughters, Rogue, Kitty, Jubilee, and Laura, have just arrived home from school. Wade gives each of his daughters a kiss on the forehead as they come in.

“How was school girls? Were you and Remy caught sneaking out of class again? Yeah, I heard about that” He says with a smirk while looking at Rogue.

”No but Remy asked Rogue to go homecoming with him!” Kitty squeals.

“Yeah, he painted a whole bouquet of roses black just for her!” Jubilee gushes; happy for her sister.

Laura smirks clearly, finding her usually cool goth older sister blushing.

Wade smiles. He is proud of all the progress Rogue has made since she was welcomed into his and Logan’s home. Just a short while ago Rogue was too scared to touch a guy much less date him; now she was going to a school dance.

”Well I’m happy for you Peanut. However, we have a lot of work to do. We gotta train in the danger room for a bit then get working on some schoolwork.” He tries his best to exude the serious aura that makes the girls heed Logan’s commands.

“AWWWW why?” Jubilee pouts, “I was gonna play my new game.”

“I was gonna listen to the new Ethel Cain album.” Rogue sighs disappointed.

Laura motions to a stack of comics in her hand indicating she found reading the new releases more important than training at the moment.

”I was gonna force Rogue to come with me to the boutique to pick out her homecoming dress.” Kitty says while looking down at the ground.

That… that gave Wade an idea. No. He promised Logan he would help the girls get their tasks done.

”None of your usual funny business,” he thought to himself.

An hour later the girls were hard at work in the danger room. Rogue was using her super strength to rescue Jubilee from a crumbled building in the simulation while Kitty was using her phasing ability to rescue Laura from a prison cell.

After they have completed the challenge, Wade tells the girls to take a break.

”You’d look stunning in an emerald green dress.”

“Or maybe with a little tiara to match?”

”You should wear heels!”

Suddenly the talk of the girls about Rogue’s homecoming outfit becomes overwhelming as all the girls are talking over each other at once.

”All right! All right!” Wade raises his voice so the girls can hear him over their chatter.

”Okay, I know you girls are very excited about Rogue’s plans. And, I know you are not gonna be able to settle down and work on school assignments until Rogue gets her dressed. Soooooooooo we are going on a family shopping trip.” Wade was trying to justify his actions to himself. He secretly just wanted to spoil his daughters and get them all pretty outfits to wear.

The girls all jump in excitement. Even though Laura wouldn’t be able to attend homecoming being too young, she still wanted to see her sister look all pretty.

“And ALL of you are getting something pretty and badass to wear. You don’t need dates to have fun at a dance. Any guy or girl would be lucky to have a night out with you.” Wade says visibly excited about being able to spoil his daughters.

About half an hour later they arrive at a boutique that sells formal dresses.

”Alright! We are not gonna be looking at price tags today girls, pick out whatever makes you feel beautiful.” Wade says giving the girls free reign over the store.

”And you are gonna be my little helper!” Wade says, looking at Laura. “You’re gonna use that brutally honest side that you got from your father and make sure your sisters pick out the outfit that suits them best.”

Laura smiles at Wade ready to help her sister.

Rogue was up first. Her three top choices were a black skin-tight satin dress paired with black formal gloves, a short dark green velvet dress with a corset top, and a long dark purple dress that had a high waistline and a puffy skirt.

After a harsh judgment from Laura, she decided on the green one ultimately. She paired the dress with black platform heels and black formal gloves.

Kitty was stuck between choosing a short satin pink dress and a long tight light blue dress. The grossed-out expression on Laura’s face alerts her immediately that the blue dress is not the one for her.

Jubilee is immediately drawn to a fancy yellow jumpsuit that suits her unique style. Luckily, Laura loves it as well.

After Wade pays for the girls’ outfits, he stares at the receipt in shock.

Logan was gonna kill him. Maybe worse considering he can’t actually die. He was sure whatever Logan was gonna do once he saw how much money he spent was way worse than death.

The next night Logan came home from his summit. When he got home he immediately went looking for his husband

“Wade. I saw the charge on my credit card. A THOUSAND DOLLARS?! FOR WHAT???”

Wade looks down sheepishly. “I just wanted to help Rogue feel more confident.”

Logan raises his eyebrow at him. “Did you at least train with them?”

Wade nods “Oh yes I did! They were much more productive after getting them the dresses! And… I actually spent one thousand and five dollars.” He says while pulling out a coffee mug with words “World’s Best Husband” on it.

Logan takes the mug and lets out a small smile. “Okay… I guess your way works too sometimes. I don’t always have to be so strict on the girls.”

”Well if it wasn’t for you we would never get anything done. I would have drained our bank account ages ago.”

The girls watch their dads interact and sigh. They complement each other perfectly.

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 29

I keep messing up names but nevertheless we persist even though I am so disgustingly embarrassed and want to never write again lmao xx

Zoe wiped her brow with the back of her hand, sighing as she looked at the mess that was in front of her.

She was at Cillian's new home, surrounded by boxes, packing peanuts, open tool boxes and men putting together furniture. She was aware she had to be here for the deliveries, but she didn't know she had to tell them where to PUT the furniture. She did her best to arrange the couch and coffee table nicely in a way they would compliment the shape of the Great Room, but she was still hesitant in if Cillian would like it. She figured she would facetime him later when he was free and show him, and she can move it herself.

"All set, ma'am," The delivery man said, walking up to her with a clipboard. "Just need your signature here. Here's your receipt, your warranty, and bottom copy is yours for your records."

Zoe took the clipboard, went to sign and hesitated. The line she was supposed to sign on had CILLIAN MURPHY below it.

"Uh.. Should I..?" Zoe started, pointing at the line with her pen. Does she sign her name?

The delivery man looked over and smiled. "You can sign your name on his line, no worries. Happens all the time, we deal with a lot of assistants signing for their bosses."

Zoe signed, and handed the clipboard back before realizing what he said. "Oh, I'm not his assistant, I'm.. I'm his girlfriend," He said, voice drenched in doubt. That's what she was, right?

The delivery man took the clipboard from her and nodded. "My apologies. Let me know if you have any questions, have a good afternoon," He said, before grabbing his toolbox and walking out the door, followed by his 2 helpers.

Zoe followed them and closed the door behind them, locking it. The alarm guy was supposed to come by around 2pm, which left her a couple hours to herself in the house. She went to go get Scout; who was barricaded upstairs so he wouldn't bother the men putting together the furniture. He made a beeline for the living room, sniffing out the new couch. He promptly hopped on it and stretched out, which made Zoe laugh. She took out her phone to snap a pic. She promptly sent it to Cillian:

zoe: someone likes the new couch.

cill: Lucky bastard. Dog has the life. cill: I miss you. I wish you came with me. Zoe: I miss you too. how was your flight? Cill: It was fine. was gonna try and sleep but Hannah was talking my ear off about all the stuff coming up. Heading to hotel now to relax, have a read through later this afternoon, then i'm free. Start shooting tomorrow, i'll order room service and go over the script tonight. Zoe: can you squeeze in a call later on tonight? Cill: my entire night is based on squeezing in a call with you. Let me get settled and I'll touch base with you later. Zoe: :) sounds good. I'll talk to you later. Cill: Hey - Zoe: ? Cill: I love you. Zoe: :) I love you too.

She said it. She said it!

Didn't she? Technically, she did.

She put her phone away and plopped down next to Scout. She looked out over the sea of boxes, plastic, packing paper...just a mess. She looked over at Scout, who was fast asleep, and sighed yet again.

"Might as well be productive," She said to herself as she opened her Spotify and cranked up the volume.

about an hour later, the phone ran and interrupted Zoe's dance session in the kitchen. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking it was Cillian, but it was just her sister.

"Hello?" She said, putting it on speakerphone.

"oh hi, is this my sister? the one who was supposed to call me and her niece last night and the night before???" Jen yelled.

oh shit.

"Crap. i'm sorry Jen, I have so much happening -"

"What is going on with you?" Jen cut her off. "You used to call all the time to talk to Soph. Miss a day here and there, fine. but come on, man, don't tell her you're gonna call and then don't, because I'm the one who has to deal with her crying."

Double shit.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I feel like shit. I'm sorry. Is she around now?"

Jen sighed. "No, she's at ballet practice, I wanted her out of the house so she didn't hear me ripping you a new asshole"

"Give me a break, I have so much shit going on here I'm forgetting everything, it's not just you guys, I'm forgetting deadlines at work, I'm forgetting where I put stuff, it's like I have amnesia." Zoe snapped, wiping down the counter.

"What is going on?"

"I'm helping Cillian move into his new place while he's gone."

"Gone? Gone where?"

"He's filming. He bought a new house, I'm here and arranging the furniture deliveries and unpacking and shit."

"..Zoe.. why?"

"Jen... because I want to?"

"Zoe what's going on between you two? I thought this was a contract and it's done now so you guys are done."

"I know but.. we are still together. I don't want to talk about it." Zoe said, trying to shut it down. She could tell Jen was going in protective sister mode. It wasn't needed.

"Zoe, don't be blinded by anything. Be realistic-"

"Jen you don't get it. You dated the same guy since high school, can you please back off and let me be happy for once?" Zoe snapped.

"Fine. Fine. But just know if he hurts you I'm kicking his ass back to Ireland."

"I'll give you 10 bucks if you can point out Ireland on a map." Zoe laughed.

"I don't care. I'll use google maps."

Cillian put down his glass and looked for the bartender, hoping he would notice him. He desperately wanted to go upstairs, call Zoe, and go to sleep.

His plans were altered by Hannah. She wanted to grab some food at the hotel bar after the script readthrough to go over schedules. Cillian said he didn't understand since he already had the filming schedule, but apparently there was press that had to be done in between.

"I also have a dinner scheduled for you with Lizzie Hughes," Hannah said, downing the rest of her wine as she closed her planner. "It's scheduled for this Friday at 8pm."

Cillian gave her a look. "Sorry, who's that?"

"She's a new model for Versace. We just signed her as well, she's blowing up and she's in talks to be casted in the new Wicked movie."

Cillian was still confused. "Okay.. does she have a role in Peaky this season, or...?"

"No, no role."

Cillian was annoyed. "Okay, so what am I supposed to be doing with her over dinner?"

"I just thought it would be nice! Get you out there-"

"Get me out there? What are you talking about?"

Hannah spoke carefully. "You know, with the breakup, get you out there dating again."

"Hannah." Cillian spoke firmly. "We are not broken up. We are still together. In fact, I was supposed to call her, so if you'll excuse me," He said, getting up from his barstool.

"Cillian, you can't be serious about this girl. She's a nobody. She's not going to help your image -"

"Hannah," Cillian said, now angry, spinning around to face her. "She's not a nobody. She's Zoe. and I love her. I don't give a fuck about my image. If you have a problem with that, I told you -"

"I got it, I got it," Hannah said, internally rolling her eyes. "First call is tomorrow 8am. I'll come get you? I'll grab you some tea," She said, trying to change the subject.

Cillian stared at her, then just turned around and walked away. He was entirely too tired for this, and just wanted to go talk to Zoe. Well, he wanted to go home, but talking to Zoe was the next best thing if he couldn't go home to her.

Hannah watched Cillian get into the elevator with the doors closing behind him. She sighed and put her head in her hand, frustrated.

Hannah's goal was to have the most elite client list in the industry. She had a fantastic portfolio, managing the best of the best and churning out the juciest stories to the tabloids, wether they be fake/PR or not. She did what she had to do to push her clients to be the best they can be. In turn, it was more money in her pocket and more face recognition amongst her peers in the industry, earning her more respect.

Cillian dating a loser journalist was the complete opposite of what she needed him to do. Him dating her wasn't anything scandalous, but it was like an annoying mosquito that wouldn't go away, no matter how many times you swat at it. Hannah hated things getting in her way.

She hated annoyances and pests.

She definitely hated bugs. That's exactly what Zoe was to her, an annoying, pesty bug.

And what do you do with bugs?

You squash them. And that's exactly what Hannah planned to do.

tags: @lau219 @borntodiemp3 @shopgirl6us @cillianmurphyvevo

[ofnightshadeandthornyroses]

Hey there! I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on the lost boys and an s/o with an iron deficiency, please? How would they feel about their blood considering their lack of iron? Would they even drink from them considering how easily their s/o gets lightheaded? I'm very curious as to how you would give this.

Thank you! -🦝

They are definitely curious about your medical situation. Especially because it has to do with blood .

An aspect that definitely intrigues them is how it affects you blood.

A certain two boys are intrigued with the difference in shade, almost obsessively so. ( Marco and Paul)

They're all interested with the difference in smell though. Of course all blood has it's own smell, the metallic scent mixing with the hosting humans own, but this smell differs from them. The lack iron affects the smell and leaves more of you, and they can't find reason to dislike it even if they wanted to.

If for any reason they taste your blood they're once again taken by how it tastes more like you than anything else.

They wouldn't actually drink from you unless you practically force feed it to them for what ever reason (Marco getting a free impalement by the Frog bros.)

Other than wondering how your condition affects your blood they also were concerned on how it how it affects you.

Throughout their adventures on the boardwalk walk they soon find out one of the common side affects (fatigue) and though at first they may be a little down that they can't wreck havoc with you as much as they wanted (Marco and Paul(Dwayne likes to start shit from the side and butt in when he wants), they're more than happy to take you back to the cave or if you still want to stay around the board walk, take things at a slower pace.

If you're dizzy they're quick to find you somewhere to sit or lean, staying close to check if your doing okay or need any thing.

They keep snack and water on them just incase

Need a snack sweet thing? No problem, Paul's got you. Has them jam packed in the pockets inside of his jacket like a kid sneaking a boatload of candy into a theater.

Need a water? David has a few in side of his as well.

They make a game of hiding them throughout the cave so no matter where you are in it they just reach around and grab something out for you.

Random containers of peanut butter/fruits

Brittle nails, Paul, Dwayne and Marco definitely have nail painting sessions so you can put that can put that coat of protection on in any pretty color or haphazard/horrendous design they come up with. David has even been known to participate.

Sorry this took so long, tests and Tumblr being on crack. I hope you like this.

[salemqz]

Pt.1

Amelia Basics/Home Island

Amelia is one of the first people newer player get to meet when they first sign in. She has been the (optional) tutorial guide since 2016 with the introduction of Monkey Wrench Island and continued to be one with the replacement of Snagglemast Island in 2019, which is no longer the tutorial as of 2024. It is "replaced" with a very short "tutorial" which gives the players the new club house.

Amelia lives (and owns) home island even having her own statue in the center.

She also runs the shop/store; selling outfits, items, pets, and decorations for the club house that the player owns. She lives in said shop with her own clubhouse being the second floor.

Amelia has some references to islands from as far back as Nabooti and as recent as Fairy Tale Island. A good few are visual but others are...teas. (Not joking, being genuine.) I'm also pretty sure that a few of the sprites come from Poptropica Worlds (rip) but that's getting off topic.

When interacting with/looking through the room (working left to right, bottom to top) we learn:

She owns home island (and has so for a while.) Amelia is rich from adventuring so much, but is not in retirement, this is merely a job she's wanted to do for a while and is now able to take time off.

The golden apple is from Mythology meaning she took it from the tree of the gods with no consequences? And didn't take a bite so... nothing magical yet?

There are several teas on this selves and they all come from different islands. In order: Fairy Tale Island, Wild West Island, Mythology Island, Nabooti Island, and one mini game; Legendary Swords.

The tea pot is one of the matching ones from Arabian Nights. No clue how she got it...maybe there was three and she just so happened to take one?

She has a trophy that she won in a big race. I'm going to assume this is a nod to Monkey Wrench Island or a similar race. Wiki says it's after Monkey Wrench so, okay?

There's a photo of her winning it right next to the trophy. The Red Baroness is in the background and is not happy. She has wrench so possibly before but the shoulder pads say otherwise.

She, at some point, got her face commissioned by the artist in Escape Pelican Rock Island and/or was in prison. I would say she went to prison but her head would need to be colored for that, but she did smuggle tea out of there...sooo 50/50

She is friends with the famous adventure Xavier Pendragon (which little is known about) but according to wiki she used to be his pilot before she, herself, followed in his footsteps and became an adventurer.

Above the entrance to her room is the head of Dragotank from Astral Knights Island, he was a mini boss/distraction on the fire planet.

Now her room...is packed with unicorns and rainbows (🏳️‍🌈?👀.) It is something she is a bit embarrassed about but indulges herself in it. We can't access this room right away, we have to do her mini quest to do so. Our character even comments, "This is all very....extra."

There is a golden trophy on her shelf of a weird slug/bug, well it's official name/species is Chthonians. It is a reference to Poptropica Worlds, specifically Crisis Caverns Island. This is the trophy you earn when completing it, meaning she's gone there and won the island. However our character doesn't seem to know what this is.

There are two shirts hanging on her windowsill, one is a plain red and the other has the same design as the hoodie in game titled, "Rainbow Ride." All I am saying the implications are there.

In the photo pinned on the corkboard, we see Amelia taking a photo of baking session. In the background is two girls ; one is wearing glasses and using her magic to torment the other girl who is being attacked by flying gobs peanut butter. (Despite my search, i couldn't find an identity for either of these girls. There was a hypothesis that since Rumpelstiltskin and her have the same color magic, personally, I don't believe this theory. There's another one about the person being attacked with peanut butter is speculated to be the Red Baroness, but I doubt it.)

Now getting to the top section, Amelia's kitchen is kind of a wreck. She has dishes stacked up in the sink, tea kettle on the stove, books on the fridge(?), and a trash can that looks like it would overflow. Our character comments, "Amelia's kind of a slob..." Props to her for the fire extinguisher though.

She has a conveyer belt in her house, that runs boxes across the screen. It is told by our character that it is shipments, no one knows where they come or go from. They kinda just exist.

So I thought this was a reference to Counterfeit Island but looking at it closer it seems to be Amelia looking at a container with magical lipstick. It poofs purple when you touch it. The wiki stated it was Rumpelstiltskin's lipstick, I don't remember him having it, but pop off king.

I think this ties back into 16. Its a diaphragm of Rumpelstiltskin and it seems like she's trying to figure out something about him. The wiki doesn't mention anything other than Amelia is wary of magical creatures.

This was a fun dive, definitely learned a lot more than I imagined I would.

[indierpgnewsletter]

Itch Roundup for August and September 2023

Welcome to the bimonthly round-up of interesting games released on itch.io. Like every edition of these, this one is also jam-packed with the creativity, joy, and weirdness of the itch design scene.

Hark! Says the Frog Magus: An ENNie-nominated, system-agnostic dungeon delve born out of love & fascination with all things amphibian, gets a new version which looks wonderful. (Diwata ng Manila, Dinoberry Press)

Bracknell Horror, Roseville Beach Zine 3: I recently checked out Moonlight on Roseville Beach and it’s a really interesting Psi-Run hack for running very pulpy, very queer mysteries with a cosmic horror angle. I think if you like Brindlewood Bay, you’ll also really like this game. (R Rook Sutdios)

This Mortal Coil: This is setting/hack for Liminal Horror with a weird sci-fi bent. You’re “a space traveler-turned-necromancer on a quest to achieve eternal life by constructing a magical device known and… mastering the forces of the Negaverse”. Seems like a really lush production. (David Garrett)

Dolly, We bought A Dream House: Barbie-inspired game of building a dream house. Think a map-drawing game but way more pink! This can be played be solo or with friends. (Plotbunny Games, also available in German)

Bxllet Clip, The Pinxp Issue: Celebrating the third anniversary of the very punchy, very metal gunslinger game BXLLET, a big zine with expanded content for the game, including a whole new hack by Adira Slattery about girls with demon guns. Most indie games don’t ever get long-term support so this is really cool to see. (Wheels within Wheels Publishing)

Eleventh Beast: A solo monster-hunting trifold game with a very slick design and heaps of grungy Victorian vibes. Exeunt Press, publisher of the Ennie-nominated Exclusion Zone Botanist, do very good work.

Esper Kids: A free one page Lasers & Feelings hack of middle schoolers with psychic powers, inspired by Mob Psycho. Also, someone’s first game, yay! (Robyn, Bitbirdy)

Hiss, A Village Doomed: A creepy town, a pressure cooked scenario, dungeons, NPCs. This is a horror-themed, 30 page module with some great design, meant for an OSR style game. (Idle Cartulary).

Coffee & Chaos: This is a coffee shop game where you bring your characters from your main game (D&D?) to play a one session of low stakes alternate universe shenanigans. (CobblePath Games)

Adventures in Purva City: This is an alternate setting for teenage superhero game Masks. It’s a far-future Mumbai/Bombay and comes out of a huge West Marches style Masks game that I never got to play but have heard lots about. Very cool! (Illicit Peanuts)

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My usual disclaimer that I haven’t read or played these games. Usually, I have only seen their store page. But they look cool and sound interesting and they might be something you want to buy. Or you might give the creator a follow on itch. Go wild!

This was originally published in the Indie RPG Newsletter.

[ralfmaximus]

You realize it’s been over a year since your last eye exam so you take advantage of a coupon for $50 exams at this new place that just opened.

You call the number on the coupon and a rough, heavily Russian voice answers.

“Eye Exam.”

“Yes, I’d like to make an appointment to get my eyes checked?”

Moments pass. You hear typing on a keyboard, a pause while the typist takes a long deep drag from a cigarette. More typing. Just as you are about to ask if everything is okay the Russian returns.

“Appointment is made.”

Click. The phone goes dead. Frantic redials to the same number are met with constant ringing – no answer -- thereafter. You give up after a few minutes.

You feel unsettled, worried. Vaguely threatened. You wonder if you should call the police. But… what would you tell them?

Days pass without incident. Soon you forget about the strange call. You make an appointment with LensCrafters for next Thursday at 6pm, after work.

It is 2:10 am that very night the Russians come for you.

You are woken from a deep sleep by a rough hand covering your mouth, muffling any screams. His other hand surrounding your wrist. You jolt awake, heart pounding, legs thrashing but they are prepared for that – another man leans in on the bed and presses his weight onto you, grasping the other wrist with unyielding strength. Defeated, you sag.

The first man leans in close, eyes searching yours. He nods. It is understood you will not scream if released.

“Time for eye appointment, da?”

You nod slowly. Both men let go. You sit up, but before you can get a really good look at them the second Russian produces a black sack and cinches it over your head. It smells faintly of onions.

You are lifted from your bed effortlessly and marched, blind, still in your night clothes, out of your bedroom. There is a brief pause in your living room during which one of your captors makes a phone call. But it is only twenty seconds of rapid-fire Russian and you are led out of your apartment and downstairs into a waiting van. The floor is cold metal and you feel flecks of rust under your bare feet as you are forced down into a sitting position in one corner.

The van drives for 45 minutes.

When the doors open again, you smell salt water and rust. You are lifted and dragged. Your legs are an explosion of crawling pins-and-needles, useless for the time being, scraping across the metal floor and then cold concrete outside the van. You scream but are shaken to silence.

The first Russian leans in close and says, through the hood, “Shut up. Do not speak. You will see many things, but do not speak.”

Your legs slowly come alive and soon you are able to stand as the men lead you forward over concrete and then a wooden ramp, leading up to what feels like tile under your bare feet. The place reeks of diesel oil, fried fish, salt water, and gym socks. Eventually you are led into a place of carpeting and air conditioning and the smells diminish a bit – or perhaps you are becoming used to them.

You are forced into a chair as the hood is whipped off.

Before you, on a table made from a plywood sheet and two saw-horses, is a spanking new Charops CRK-1P autorefractor machine, all smooth curves and sleek plastic. Behind it, on the floor you can see the carton it was unpacked from: plastic sheets, white foam inserts, and pink packing peanuts piled into the empty box. A single pink packing peanut clings to the machine via static electricity.

A hand shoves you from behind.

“Look in machine,” you are told.

You lean forward and press your head against the black forehead bar, triggering the machine. It shows you letters, numbers, images of balloons floating in 3D. You respond to grunted questions about what you see and the clarity of images.

Click! The session ends, the viewer goes dark. A hand yanks your shoulder back and the hood goes on again. Onions and darkness. You are dragged to your feet and led to another room, another makeshift table, another machine.

This happens twice more.

By the third reapplication of the hood (onions, darkness, and now, sweat) you have become numb to the routine. You have always been on a Russian cargo ship, you have always been taking tests, you have always been yanked around by monosyllabic Russians.

Therefore it is a surprise when you are dragged into the same van as before and shoved back into your familiar corner. The van door slides shut again, and the engine revs.

45 minutes later you are back home, standing in your apartment.

The hood comes off for a final time, revealing your original Russian abductor. He holds out his hand: “$100 dollars please.”

You stand there, blinking. Unbelievable.

“What? $100 for what?”

He scowls at you. “Eye exam. $100 for eye exam. Pay now.” He glances meaningfully at his waiting palm.

“I don’t think—“

He rolls this eyes at this, pushes you aside and grabs your wallet off the coffee table behind you.

“Hey! That’s—“

Your wallet is tiny in his huge hands, but with surprising delicacy he extracts two twenties and a ten -- all the cash you have -- holds them up to you accusingly. He does not look amused.

“I, uh… have a coupon.”

He frowns, tasting the word. “Coupon? Coupon. Coupon…”

Further digging in your wallet and he produces the EYE EXAM $50 coupon that started this whole mess. He sighs in defeat, pockets the cash and throws the coupon & wallet back onto the table. Turns to go.

“Wait!”

The Russian stops, turns. Glares at you. This better be important.

“My prescription?”

For the first time, he smiles. A goofy, eye-rolling, head-smacking D’oh! of a smile. Reaches with massive, filthy fingers into a front pants pocket and produces a crumpled sheet of folded copier paper. Throws it at your feet.

“Eye exam,” he nods before leaving your life forever.

[mint-flavoredd]

Horror movie with the peanut pack :3

~ Bonus alignment chart meme ~

[herearedragons]

Ritual Pool + The Guardian Lady of the Manor

I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M FINALLY DONE.

This is a battle map for tomorrow's D&D session; a subterranean chamber under an abandoned manor, where the vengeful spirit of the former Lady (ritually drowned in the very pool where she now resides) guards a secret even deeper underneath the earth.

The floor pieces are made from foam board, the rest is various foam packing pieces. The pools are sculpted from hot glue, and everything is painted with acrylic paint. I considered lining the central pool's border with stones as well, but decided I don't want to cut up and individually paint the pieces of more packing peanuts.

(banshee mini from paperforge btw)

[deadbirdvibes]

random peanuts friendships that aren’t shown

(thanks random generator i used to pair them up)

Linus and Franklin: These two would get along so well. They both have practically memorized the bible, they’re both practical and mature, and they’re very intelligent, so they would have a lot of worthwhile conversations and probably a lot of therapy sessions

Charlie Brown and Shermy: Based on the little we know about Shermy, it seems like he’s a pretty good guy. However I feel like as much as they are friends, charlie brown feels like Shermy’s the guy to beat, he’s older, smarter, and better at sports, and charming. there’s totally an air of jealousy and the need to compete

Pig-Pen and Lucy: I feel like these two would have a mutual respect for one another. They hangout with everyone but they don’t ever hang one on one. But Lucy gives Pig-Pen answers and Pig-Pen switches lunches with her if her mom packs something she doesn’t like. They’re cool.

Patty and Heather: The girls!!! These two I feel would be really good friends. They hung out in the Peanuts movie, and I think they’re pretty similar. They’re both dancers and hangout at practice until Violet comes to pick them both up. They both talk about everything that’s going on, and do routines together.

Rerun and Schroeder: Rerun’s a funny little guy, and he and Lucy have pretty cute interactions, so I feel like she would talk about Schroeder all the time to Rerun. Rerun would take after his older sister and bug him all the time, mostly about Lucy, but as they get older I feel like Schroeder would almost become a big brother to him. 

Pep. Patty and Violet: They hate each other. They seriously cannot stand each other. They’re polar opposites, and have never agreed on anything ever. It makes it very difficult to hangout in one place. They both have massive egos that totally clash.

Sally and Frieda: I kinda think Frieda would piss Sally off but I also think they could be really good friends. They both love drama and know about all the gossip so they could exchange knowledge and talk about everyone behind their back. They’re so toxic to everyone together and they couldn’t  have a better time

[mandana-the-service-pup]

Gnawing is such a great decompression activity for dogs. It helps relieve tension, it’s low impact so they can do it when they’re sick or injured, it can be good for their teeth (if you are strict about what kind you get) and a chew toy doesn’t come with the added calories of a snuffle, lick mat or other food-based enrichment toy.

Mandana is very particular about what kind of chew toys she’ll use. She isn’t a power chewer but her all-time favorite is HARD. Like straight up metal. I tried to be careful and only give her things that were composite (as opposed to solid nylon) but she did end up getting a slab fracture on her molar last year.

When that happened I threw out any toy that was too hard or oddly shaped (like something that could create a wedge between her teeth or something her teeth could easily slip on). She used to chew several times a day, usually after training sessions and outings (recommended by my service dog academy). When I took away the harder toys she just stopped chewing all together. I went on a hunt for softer chew toys and was surprised to not find very many. We tried pretty much every one we could find and most of them she completely refused to use.

I was finally able to get her to start chewing again by using these two chew toys with cheese or peanut butter spread on top:

After she started chewing again she would occasionally pick up these three:

https://www.petsmart.com/featured-brands/top-paw/top-paw-boss-bonesandtrade-nylon-puppy-chew-dog-toy---3-pack-57573.html?cgid=5000260&fmethod=Browse

(^^^ the orange puppy one only)

I’m glad I was able to give her back that activity but she didn’t love any of them. Going into her surgery I knew she would need something to help her decompress, so here’s what I found:

ZEUS DUO

I haven’t seen her this excited about a chew toy since I took away her composite ones. They have all the features she enjoys. They have enticing shapes and flavors. The have a hard nylon core with durable textured rubber coating. There is another toy I’ve tried in the past that has an almost identical design (made by Nerf) however they were large & heavy and she didn’t even want to pick them up let alone chew on them. These toys have a much better shape and a variety of sizes. I’ve only had them for one day so I can’t speak on the durability. Mandana IS NOT a power chewer and a lot of reviews for this brand suggest power chewers will destroy these immediately, but if you have a picky chewer like me they might be worth the try.

And yes they are expensive. The price is comparable to Playology. The difference being that she actually likes these and will use them. One broken tooth cost us almost $2000 and would have been 5-7k had it cracked deeper. Extracting a tooth is a much cheaper option but we really didn’t want to do that for such a big tooth in a young dog. My point is that an $20 chew toy is a heck of a lot cheaper 🥲

On that note, a foreign object surgery is also thousands of dollars so keep that in mind when reading this post. All of the chew toys I’ve listed are easily broken apart by any dog that’s not a very moderate chewer so be careful and supervise your pups when they are chewing.

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standing by and waiting at your backdoor | chapter 8

Bzz.

Bzz.

Pidge could’ve sworn she set her alarm to only wake her up on weekdays.

Yawning, she blindly pawed for her phone on her bed with one hand while the other reached for her glasses, pushing them up her nose as she turned on the screen.

         Keith: @Pidge i’m at your place

         Keith: your mom let me in

The cram session.  

Right.  

Letting out one more yawn, Pidge got off her bed and headed downstairs.

Mom was absently humming in front of the stove, her song accompanied with the sizzles from the pan and the burner, to which Pidge let out a contented sigh at the smell of frying bacon.  

“Morning,” Keith greeted from the table. In front of him was a stack of pancakes from which he took three of on his own plate, along with two eggs and a few strips of bacon.

“He said he didn’t have much for breakfast,” Mom said. “Lucky for him, I already finished the batter when he arrived.”

Keith only nodded at her as he chewed, then gestured to his head before swallowing. “You might wanna fix the bedhead.”

Pidge rolled her eyes but put her hair up with the tie on her wrist as she walked into the kitchen. She greeted Mom with a kiss on the cheek and grabbed a plate and utensils from the cupboards and the peanut butter jar from the fridge.

And even with Mom busy in the kitchen, it was still oddly quiet.

“Where’s Bae-Bae?”

“Matt took him with your father to the lab.”

“Traitors,”

Mom chuckled. “You know our boys,”

“Yeah, yeah,” And it was when Pidge sat down that she realized Keith was giving her a strange look.

“What?”

“You’re wearing earrings.”

“Yeah, had to reopen the piercings for prom.” She took four pancakes from the stack. “I thought you were gonna stop at Shiro’s first?”

Keith shook his head. “He didn’t reply so I figured he was in the shower when I texted.”

Pidge opened the peanut butter and put a generous dollop on the top pancake. “Don’t you have a spare key?”

“Yeah, but I had to drop these off here anyway.” He reached down to his feet and produced a six-pack of Red Bull which he set on the table with a soft thud.

“Holy shit,”

“Language,” Mom warned before turning around. “Are you going to consume all of that?” From the look alone it was clear she was hoping the answer would be no.

Pidge glanced over at Keith. “We’ll try not to?” she offered.

Her mother sighed. “Fine. But you know the consequences if I catch you awake and making noise in the garage at three in the morning again, young lady.” Then, facing Keith, she added, “Make sure to monitor her consumption?”

Pidge snorted, thinking back to the six-pack of Quintessence Canned Coffee she kept in a cooler at the bottom of her closet that matched the one Keith kept in his locker.

The boy only blinked. “I think I’m the last person you should be asking that.” He picked up a strip of bacon before adding, “Leave it up to Shiro. He should be here in a few.”

“Oh?” Mom asked, turning to Pidge with a raised brow.

“So are Hunk and Lance,” Katie said too quickly for her liking. “Grinding before the Championship and all that.”

“I see.” If Mom was disappointed with the answer, she didn’t show it. “What time are they coming over?”

Keith rummaged into his pocket to pull out his phone. “Lance and Hunk said they’re already on the way and asking if we want anything from Sal’s.” He turned to Pidge. “I’m guessing you want an iced latte with hazelnut?”

“Yes please,”

“How about you, Doctor Holt?”

The stove turned off just as Mom turned around. “I’ll get the same as Katie but hot. Oh, and tell Lance and Hunk everyone’s drinks are on me.”  

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Thanks, Doc.”

Keith and Pidge said in unison, to which Mom only smiled. “And don’t forget to get something for Shiro. He should be over any time now, yes?”

She didn’t even bother being subtle as she glanced at Pidge with what was essentially signaling with her eyeballs.

Pidge heaved out a sigh but quickly polished off the rest of her breakfast before going upstairs.

Best friends or not, she did not want to be in her pajamas while they were over and risk any blackmail material.

(Right, like that wasn’t the only reason she wanted to get dressed for the day when all of her friends already had hundreds of blackmail worthy photos and videos from Junior Year alone.)

Pidge also hoped that by dressing for the day it would hype her up, both for the studying itself and the looks she’ll no doubt be getting from Mom while Shiro would be in their house for the first time in weeks after only showing his face to just Pidge.

         Shiro: Keith’s already there right?

Speak of the devil .

The sight of the private message notification on her screen made Pidge look out her windows and, sure enough, Shiro was standing in the middle of his room.

And, as if feeling her glance, he looked up and waved.

Pidge rolled her eyes and replied.

         Pidge: yep and he helped himself to breakfast

         Pidge: there’s plenty to go around if you want

         Shiro: sure, sure

         Shiro: just gathering my things. be at the door in five.

Pidge looked up to wave goodbye before closing her curtains and getting ready.

And without really thinking about it, Pidge ended up adding a few extra hairpins into the sides of her head as she fixed her hair, if only to avoid ending up with someone else brushing the stray locks away.

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read the rest of the chapter here:  ♡♡♡

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Smoothie recipes for post workout recovery meals 

After a hard-earned Fit Girl workout, you want to make sure that your body is getting the nutrients it needs to recover and build muscle. The perfect post-workout meal should be both delicious and nutritious – so why not try a smoothie? 😋

Smoothies are the ideal way to get all of the essential vitamins, minerals and proteins needed for recovery after an intense gym session. Not only are they easy to make but they also taste great!

Here are three amazing smoothie recipes that will help keep you energized and satisfied after your next workout. To increase protein, throw in a scoop of protein powder in your favorite flavor (vanilla goes with everything).

So grab your blender and let's get started!

🌱🌱🌱Super Green Smoothie🌱🌱🌱

This nutrient-packed smoothie is the perfect way to get your greens in!

Combine one cup of spinach, one banana, ½ cup of almond milk, one teaspoon of honey and one tablespoon of chia seeds into a blender and blend until smooth.

Enjoy after a tough cardio session for sustained energy throughout the day.

🍍🍍🍍Tropical Protein Smoothie🍍🍍🍍

Enjoy the taste of the tropics with this delicious smoothie!

Start by blending one cup of frozen pineapple, one banana and ½ cup of coconut milk until smooth.

Then in a separate bowl, mix ¼ cup of Greek yogurt with one tablespoon of honey and stir together until combined.

Add to the blender and blend again until combined.

Enjoy this smoothie after a weight-training session to replenish your muscles with protein.

🍫🍫🍫Chocolate Peanut Butter Smoothie🍫🍫🍫

Treat yourself to this decadent smoothie post-workout!

Start by blending one banana, ½ cup of almond milk and two tablespoons of cocoa powder together until smooth.

Then in a separate bowl, stir together one tablespoon of peanut butter and one teaspoon of honey until well combined.

Add to the blender and blend again until smooth.

Enjoy this delicious smoothie after any workout for an energy boost!

There you have it – three amazing smoothie recipes that are both nutritious and delicious! So next time you're looking for the perfect post-workout snack, try one of these smoothies and you won't be disappointed.

Happy blending! 🍌🍓