#pocket posey

[kingmaxstatic]

Recently been feeling kinda off about the concept of Posey being just an Amy imposter considering the confirmation that Surge has been confirmed to "work as an amy imposter" so it kinda made me feel like her character was.. kinda useless? So i've (with the help of friends) have been trying to work with new ideas for her (one of which is her as a mix of Amy and Sally imposter.)

I'm still feeling very... unsure about things with her but I fuck with this design.

[preciouslikeacrystal]

I'M OBSESSED WITH THEM 🐺🏹❤️

[curiousorigins]

I feel the need to inform you guys that due to my unrestricted access to books, awkwardly high reading level in childhood and a well cultivated love of horror starting pre-school; I had encountered Dracula by Bram Stoker in book form long before every hearing of the Lady who swallowed a Fly.

Why is that important? Because The Lady who swallowed the Fly ate things in the same order that Renfield did while he was trying to absorb life.

I knew Dracula was published before The Lady who Swallowed the Fly and thus concluded that the Lady had the same goals as Renfield, and that perhaps that book (and song) was inspired by Dracula.

I have yet to see this in connection made literally anywhere and I’ve kept an eye out since I was like 6 or 7.

Tbh I’m still certain that The Old lady was inspired by Renfield.

Links to Things if you aren’t familiar with them:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There_Was_an_Old_Lady_Who_Swallowed_a_Fly

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dracula

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renfield

[x-blue-spring-x]

Nanami Kento who swore he’d never care about anyone again. The pain of their departure is far too deep, swirling ripples in a lake that never seem to end, a void left in their wake that can’t be filled. Haibara’s voice still rings in his ears sometimes at night, when the hum of the city ceases and his apartment is still.

Nanami Kento who keeps everyone and everything at arms length. Discipline will rescue him from further hurt, the regimented dullness of routine is all he needs to preserve his inner peace.

Nanami Kento who’s irrationally irritated by you at first, so carefree, giving your smiles and laughs away easily. Sticking an arm through the elevator door, so he’s forced to press buttons to open them and prevent you hurting yourself.

Nanami Kento who sees you every single day riding the lift to your floor. Who is forced to contemplate coming into the office earlier just to avoid you and your sunlit grin.

Nanami Kento who is entirely sick of your small talk, your attempts to be polite. He ignores you, but you’re undeterred, wearing your heart on your sleeve so foolishly.

Nanami Kento who notices immediately when you don’t come into work one day, who feels the loss of your presence acutely in the empty enclosed space of the lift. It’s too quiet, far too quiet.

Nanami Kento who has the worst shift possible and who refuses to acknowledge that’s because he hasn’t had your playful banter today.

Nanami Kento who most certainly doesn’t track you down that night for his own selfish reasons. That would be improper. He’s just checking you’re not dead.

Nanami Kento who realises you have the flu.

Nanami Kento who arranges for a care package to be sent to your door when you’re feeling utterly exhausted, complete with a small posey of sunflowers that match the earrings you wear so often.

Nanami Kento who’s quietly relived when you take your usual spot next to him in the elevator on Monday.

Nanami Kento who accepts the slip of paper with your phone number on it, folding the sheet and keeping it in the pocket of his suit that sits over his heart.

[piplupcola]

Subtle things I found in Puss in Boots 2 that blew my fucking mind Part 3

Death is the only character in the main cast who doesnt have his own identifiable wanted poster. However, first time you meet him, he takes out a wanted poster of Puss and he points exactly to Dead, which was his way of revealing his identity.

Death is also the only character of the main cast who doesn't show up on the Wishing Star map since he is not affected by the mortal realm.

There are a surprising numbe of references to Disney IP in this Dreamworks film. In the corner of the screen in the Pocket Full of Poseies scene you see a magic broom running away, a nod to Fantasia. The bag Jack Horner is using is a reference to Mary Poppins, as Jack says it's a "magic nanny bag", and even showed Mary Poppin's umbrella.

The way Jack Horner uses the phoenix as a flamethrower is a reference to Banjo Kazooie. Also the phoenix is crying while he's doing it poor thing :(

In the borrowed books card of Goldi's favourite book you can see the name Humpty Dumpty at the bottom of the list, a nod to the first Puss in Boots movie.

Ethical Bug actually loses a leg when Jack Horner flicks him off, which you can see him missing one at the end of the film

Puss' clothes actually take damage as the film goes on, as his cape slowly gets teared by the wolf and in the final battle even his shoe is ripped. However in the epilogue he has a new set of shoes and cape.

I've watched this movie like 6 times already and the amount of subtle detail and easter eggs is insane and I'm still finding more. What an incredibly well written and well excuted film please PLEASE go watch it and support movies like this. When films like this do well, just like Spiderverse did, it influences the way animation studios make films for the future and Puss in Boots 2 is a shining example of how supporting films you love can help make a difference in the animation industry. It's worth the watch in every way so do it.

See Part one here

See Part two here

[darkhorse-javert]

A posey

"Buy a posey Sir." The young woman's voice is sweet and a little quivering, as she holds out the bunch of violets in our direction, "A bunch for your sweetheart, or for a Buttonhole."

Holmes pauses in his walk, stopping me as well in doing so, and cocks his head as he looks at her, surveying her and her basket of flowers. Then he flips her a coin, a coin which is much more than the customary sixpence, and selects one of the remaining bunches in the basket

"Thank you miss." Holmes says to her, touching his fingers to his hat "A Good Evening to you."

"Good evening Sirs," the girl stammers after us, and I glance back to see her hastily shoving the coin into some pocket. May she keep it safe, and not have it pilfered off her, by a thief or a tout.

Sherlock Holmes carrying a bunch of violets, symbol of Modesty in the flower language, will wonders never cease... I try to keep my smile moderate, as if I have only thought of some light amusement. By rights he should wear them upside down.

But when we turn on to a quiet street Holmes stops,

"For you, my dear Watson." He offers the flowers to me, gently in his gloved fingers.

I take them, letting our fingers brush, and Holmes appears a pin so they can be attached to my coat. He smiles, fleetingly, as they settle just above my heart, stops himself from brushing my collar. We are in public after all.

As we walk he murmers softly, "The girl spoke truer than she could ever know."

A bunch for your sweetheart,

@flashfictionfridayofficial

[oceanables]

Pocket full of POSEYS🌸

[sourpatchys]

Title: Life in Carnet

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: PG-13, fluff. F!reader

Time: after Overhaul, before PLF

Summary: An issue has developed. Though, you can’t say you mind much. The future is yours.

A/n: This was supposed to be much longer and I may still add a second part later on, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for much too long and I decided it was finally time to just post it and let it out into the world!

Masterlist guidelines

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The terrors of the underworld were almost too much for you at times. Watching over your shoulder just to be sure a knight in shining armor wouldn't pop out and slice you under the guise of misplaced justice.

There was no justice in a world so cruel. The arms of the masses kept those unfavorable in a tube. Never to be loved, never to be seen or heard. Though that tube would grow, freaks of nature holding hands inside the vessel, ready to break the glass.

It was almost poetic, knowing that loneliness could never touch you, it could only stand by and watch as you desecrated its makeshift grave.

You were not lonely— and you never would be again.

The deadly hands of the misunderstood held you close, a warm embrace that shunned all the coldness and misfortune in the world. You were like royalty, standing above those who were nothing but pawns ready to die for the cause.

You were not ready to die, you had finally spread your wings— you were ready to live.

And who better to stand by your side than the King of demise, Tomura Shigaraki.

In his own way, he had become the very thing he hated most— a symbol of peace. He gave hope to those the world had shamed, giving a reason to live to the ones left to rot in the gutters.

Hero's couldn't save everyone— Hero's didn't want to save everyone. Anyone who goes against their morals is doomed to suffer.

It pained you to see the children left to die on the streets, the addicts that had been deemed lost causes, and the broken who were left to crumble. You could see a piece of yourself in all of them, their rose tented glasses had been shattered and they were left to cut themselves on the glass.

Tomura didn't care much for any of them, and yet he had still managed to replace that in which had been broken.

He cared for the league, for the posey he had created with his own two hands. And he cared for you. The woman he saw cursing the world with blood stained hands.

Your introduction to the league wasn't pretty. You were dirty and untamed— having just taken the life of someone you held dear— there was darkness in your eyes.

No one asked you questions, no one made you feel like a freak. You became their healer— using your quirk to its fullest potential, never once holding back.

Your ability was known as the 'Touch of life'. Originally, you had hated your quirk. Being pawned off from person to person, forced to heal strangers who saw you as an object more than a person. Growing up you weren't allowed to attend school, forced to stay home and work— not a dime going into your pocket.

People were supposed to want to help people. That's what you had been told over and over again. You couldn't complain, you couldn't fight back or refuse to help.

You didn't want to help anymore.

The league never made you heal their scrapes and bruises, only asking for your services when it was absolutely necessary. You finally felt free— free to be a real human being.

And then Shigaraki, a man usually so careful with his hands, had sliced his palm. You couldn't even remember how— the memory had long since faded away. You grabbed him without thinking, taking his entire hand into your own, stitching the skin back together with a ray of light.

That's how you learned you were immune to decay. Your body fighting against his quirk so quickly it was at if he didn't have one at all.

And that's how you learned you loved your quirk after all.

Once it became apparent, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. He was like a wild animal hunting its prey— a touch starved villain feeling for the first time.

He was gentle with you, holding you close, running his calloused hands up and down your sides, forever in awe at the feel of your skin on his own. Awkward and untamed, vibrating with uncertainty and longing for more.

His kisses felt like fireworks, they seared into your skin, dangerous and yet oh so wonderful. He was addicted to you, and soon enough you were just as addicted to him.

Your relationship had no title— though with the way his scared lips would trail up your throat, nipping and pleading— you were sure it was love just the same.

Regardless of the tender kisses and soft touches, Shigaraki was still a deadly man. The king of the underworld, the high ruler of chaos.

So when you saw those glaring, unforgiving, bright pink lines, you found yourself being swallowed whole.

Your body was shaking, from fear or joy you couldn't be sure. It was unrealistic to bring a child into the world, especially when that world was crumbling— when the father was the one crumbling it.

You couldn't hold back a smile though, your anxieties fading quickly at the thought of a future. Placing your life giving hands over your abdomen— it felt right. You finally— undeniably— felt whole.

Dabi was the first one to notice you after you'd left the makeshift restroom, his piercing blue eyes looking you up in down with a frenzy.

"You look creepier than usual."

The rest of the leagues eyes met your own, their own curious glances boring into your soul.

"I have no idea what you mean by that— but I feel like I should be offended." You mocked a scoff, cocking your eyebrow in amusement.

Toga laughed, sitting up straight and tapping the cold cement floor beside her, urging you to sit with her. "You do look a little brighter than usual!"

You took the invitation, a small smile still grazing your lips. It was impossible to fully contain yourself— you were sure you'd explode if you had to reel in all of your facial expressions.

"I just got some good news is all— I wouldn't worry about it."

"Did that 12 handed freak finally propose or something?"

A small snort left your lips, "No, not to my knowledge. Speaking of— where is he?"

"Ohhh, so it does have to do with him!" Toga wiggled her eyebrows, giggling to herself.

Your relationship with Shigaraki wasn't a secret. Neither of you had said anything to anyone, but you weren't actively hiding it either— it just was.

Giving the teen a gentle shove you allowed yourself to let out a soft laugh of your own, "doesn't everything have to do with him?"

You got a strong mumble of agreement from the group, their annoyed expressions almost making you laugh fully.

"He said he'd be back before nightfall." Dabi finally metered, "Then again, who knows?"

Humming in response you decided to sit tight, pulling a heavily water damaged book out of your backpack.

— — —

Somewhere along the pages of Prince Charming finally realizing the girl of his dreams was only a few feet away— you had dozed off.

It wasn't often you got the privilege of sleep, the constant traveling and change of pace was hard on your body and mind. So being shaken awake wasn't exactly something you'd normally let slide— but seeing those carmine eyes so full of worry, you decided it wasn't a hill worth dying on today.

"Good morning." You sighed, slowly blinking the harsh tingling of your sleep deprived eyelids away.

Tomura wasn't amused by your lackluster approach, his body basically caging you in from where you sat, his eyes growing darker by the second.

"How are you feeling?"

At first his question confused you— your dreams still drifting away as reality tried to take over. Oh yes, that's right— he'd known you hadn't been feeling well.

If you weren't so sleepy you'd probably be more embarrassed over the fact that you had in fact— only grabbed a handful of pregnancy tests and booked it out of the closest convenience store. You hadn't even tried to get anything else.

A giggle left your lips as you leaned forward and gave your captor a kiss on the cheek, "it's fine don't worry about it."

Sighing he shifted so he was sitting beside you, his hand immediately grabbing yours. He loved holding your hand— you weren't sure if it was just to remind himself that he could or if it was lasting deprivation from being touched starved for so many years— but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, so long as he never let go.

"You haven't been eating right."

It was a statement meant to guilt you, to force you to tell him every single thing that's been bothering you— to outline your sickness in a bullet point list so he could take care of you.

"Is that so?" You turned to him with a raised brow, daring him to continue on with his spiel.

He, ever so observant, took the bait and ran with it.

"You can't keep anything down, you're light headed, and you're way too exhausted for everything to be fine." His voice broke a bit at the end, and with good reason. Not being in good health while simultaneously living on the streets isn't exactly a good combo.

He cared about you too much to let anything bad happen. After dealing with the yakuza he'd slowed down entirely, refusing to move too fast or too far until he knew exactly what needed to be done— all because you weren't feeling good. He'd never say it out loud— but it was easy to tell.

"It's not something I'll die from, modern medicine will make sure of that."

Turning his head and looking you up and down, he had a borderline disgusted look on his face.

"You've been sick for how long now? And you've shown no signs of getting better."

You hummed, putting your hand on your chin and pretending to think. "Yeah I'd say it's been a good two months now."

"This isn't a joke."

Giving him a serious expression, you replied "I know it isn't, you definitely aren't going to think it's funny—the league might though."

He smacked his head against the back of the crate the two of you were leaning on, looking up at the broken ceiling. "So you are dying."

"I already told you I won't die." You punched his arm, "I'll just be out of commission for a little while."

"And what, exactly, does that mean?"

You let out a nervous laugh, leaning your head on his shoulder, "it means next time we go out we're gonna have to steal some prenatal vitamins."

You felt his body stiffen under you after a few minutes, his mind putting the dots together painfully slowly. This isn't exactly how you thought this conversation would go— though knowing Tomura, he'd never expected this conversation at all.

"Oh."

Afraid to see his expression, you kept your eyes towards the floor, squeezing his hand that was still wrapped in yours.

"Is that okay..?"

It was silent for a while, the sound of the other members snoring being the only noises keeping you sane. You knew this may not go over well, even as excited as you were, Tomura had an entire world to destroy, he had people to kill and a kingdom to build. How would a baby fit into that life?

Finally, you felt a large inhale from under you— taking that as permission you looked up to his face, surprised when you saw the fond look in his eyes and the soft smile on his lips.

"Yeah, that's more than okay."

You sat up, lifting your head off of his shoulder to look him directly in the eyes, awe, ever apparent, on your face.

"Really? You aren't mad?"

A dastardly grin made its way onto his face, his pearly white teeth glistening in the moonlight. Truly— it was a sight to behold.

"I don't see anything wrong with carrying on my lineage— especially not with you." He chuckled, a dark frenzy coming into his eyes, "besides, you hang back anyways, nothings going to hurt you."

You thought on his words. It was technically true, being a healer meant you weren't fighting so much as laying low and taking care of the aftermath— the only change you could see happening is you not being on the battlefield at all, staying at the base until they returned.

But that came with some risks on its own.

"You're taking this better than I thought you would."

That same gleam was in his eyes as he looked you over, his hands making their way around your waist as he pulled you into a tight embrace, inhaling the scent of your not-so-freshly washed hair.

"I suppose I should be nervous. But I always knew this was a risk." He took in a breath, a laugh passing through as he thought it over, "I'm ready for anything. I'm going to destroy this world, but that doesn't mean I can't make my own in the process."

The Tomura before you was different than the one you had fallen in love with. He was different than the one that pulled you off the street and gave you a reason to live— this Tomura was confident, this Tomura had a plan.

This Tomura knew what he wanted.

[skipsoneshots]

Tutoring Pt1/Jegulus/351 w

Bartemius: JUTST TELL HIM YOUER IN LOEDE

Rosy pocket full of poseys: that didn’t even make sense.

Bartemius: DIE Bartemius: did that make sense to you snookums?

Regulus: I’m definitely not saying that Regulus: And I'm muting you now

Regulus closed his phone with a sigh, he loved Barty and Evan but sometimes they were a pain. He looked up and put his phone face down. James was staring at him weirdly. Like he was memorizing Regulus’ face.

“What? Why is your face doing that?” He snapped, causing the other boy to look back down at his paper.

James shrugged, and made a noise. “Your the one who was smiling at his phone.”

Regulus stiffened, he had not been smiling. Surely not. “Lying is bad Potter, now if you want to pass this class you’ll do your work.”

James closed his book and set down his pen, propping his arms up and cradling his face he grinned at Regulus. He wanted to explode, the things he would do just so James would smile was a very long list.

“You should tell me who it was, I could set you up or something.” James said plainly, his face slightly scrunching as he said the last words. Under the desk Regulus could feel his foot nudging the desk.

It was Regulus’ turn to shrug this time. “It’s fine James, I was just talking to Barty and Evan.”

“Oh, well I mean I always thought you and Crouch were a thing… But all three of you?” James face scrunched even more and Regulus couldn’t help but laugh.

“No! James, you’ve got it wrong, oh man.” He ran a hand through his curls, he could feel his neck heating. He needed to leave or switch the topic fast. “Barty and Evan are dating, and I could never do polyamory, I’m too possessive.”

James perked up slightly, “possessive?”

Regulus felt his cheeks start turning pink. “Yes- and I think that’s enough studying for today Potter.” Before James could say anything Regulus got up and left the library, leaving James by himself to process what just happened.

[trishacollins]

Prompt: I must scream; words: retroactive resurrection; characters: Emilie and Gabriel Agreste

Oooo. I have not written this.

Amélie is familar with the concept of 'too late.' It feels like the unsung melody that has dominated her life.

It's why, she is sure, that Félix kept her in the dark for so long. It's why she's only here now, at the end of things, her son's arm around her less reassuring than a child desperately needing to be reassured. Félix is shaking, mouth open in a desperate pant that begs her to fix things.

But she's too late.

She knows it from the very aura of the basement. The girl is limp against the column- but she knows Adrien's girlfriend by sight- Adrien at her feet, hand reaching as far as it can but never reaching.

Emilie is screaming, hands twisted into her hair. She seems to stop, reset, and start again on loop. Alive, but stuck on repeat. The cost. Not dead. Not alive. Never resting, always suffering.

What a joke. But she’s not laughing.

Gabriel is knealing on the ground. Horror and shock make his already pale face milk white.

"You have to let her go." She says simply, giving Félix a squeeze before he slips away to check on his cousin.

"It should have- it should have. It should have-"

The....kwami...are silent. A ring around him. Only Duusu is missing.

She kneals down and takes the first - a ring - from his finger.

They usdd to play a game. Her mother loathed it, but she and Emilie would spin and spin until they were both sick of it. Daring each other to go faster.

*ring around the rosie, pocket full of posey...ashes...ashes.*

It's always rings, isn't it? Félix bound to a ring, Adrien.

"Which of you owns this?" She asks the circle of Kwami.

The cat stirs, staring at her. Distrust shines in every inch of him.

She hands him his ring. She takes the next, and the next. Until even Adrien's rings are with her. Pocketed for now. "Release her, Gabriel."

The man sobbed at her feet.

Her sister's screams filled the air. Again and again and again.

And then they were gone.

[marinerainbow]

And Henry, (you bastard), I have 2 for you.

6- What is the hardest thing you've ever had to do? (I want to know what's hard for him, if abandoning a sweet woman and taking everything from her isn't! Very genuinely intrigued! ^^)

And 13- You're given an unlimited budget to build anything you want! What do you build and where do you build it?

-👠🐊👠

Ah, the bastard. We just need Ben to complete the set! XD

6. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

"Me? Bah. Nothing's hard for me." The fox claimed, folding his arms over his chest with a smug smirk. His tail behind him was swishing similarly to a feline, "I just do what I gotta do. Ain't nothin' to it."

When you mentioned the name of a familiar face, that rabbit actress, his grin falters ever so slightly. He didn't think that nane would be mentioned again... Though his smirk quickly came back, and he just waved a dismissive paw, "Her? That was her name? I thought it was Posey or something- that was gonna drive me crazy all day, so thanks... But yeah, it took a bit longer, but she was pretty loaded for a while. Can 'ya blame a guy for sticking around?"

(Henry is a sly fox... But Poppy was the only woman he took his little 'I love you' scheme as far as he did. She was supposed to be a one night stand.)

13. You’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want!  What do you build and where do you build it?

At this, the fox's eyebrows shot up in intrigue, "Whatever I want, eh? Unlimited budget? You tryin' to get me to run off with it?"

Henry laughed, but he didn't reassure it was only a joke. The toon leaned back in his seat and scratched his chin in thought for a quick moment, "Hm... A bar. A really nice one, too. All I gotta do is hire some staff and make sure everything runs smoothly, and cash will be flowing soon enough! Maybe I can convince that little thief at the club to pick pockets for me, too..." seeing the look on your face, Henry just scoffed, "What? You have any idea how many drunks there are in this town? I can bleed those assholes dry. You wanted honest answers, you got 'em!"

When Hebry finally managed to get away from this 'interview', or whatever it was meant to be, the fox let out a huff before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a photo.

The photo was of a little baby fox, all happy and smiling like nothing was wrong in his little life, while holding a big, fluffy brown chicken in his arms. Even though the fox in the picture and the fox currently holding it looked identical, it'd b difficult to believe they were the same person, "They must never know..."

(This is kinda a joke, but kinda not; Henry really wants that chicken farm XD)

Thank you for asking! It helped me develop Henry a bit more ^^ if you have any other questions, for Henry or my other characters, I'd love to hear! ^^

[kingmaxstatic]

PRIDE MEGA POST!!! (Ft Headcanons/Ocs)

So I while drawing the image for this I wanted to give Whispangle their own pride post because they deserve it and I love them. I wanted to include some ships I have (Including Canon x Canon and Canon x Oc)

Sonic- Bisexual + Transgender

Shadow- Pansexual + Nonbinary

Breaker- Nonlabeled + Lesbian

Belle- Demigirl + Lesbian

Sally Acorn- Bisexual + Transgender

Surge- Lesbian + Nonbinary

Starline and Voltz- Gay + Transgender

Kitsunami- Demiboy + AroAce

Pocket Posey- Lesbian

[average-giant-kissing-enjoyer]

G/t July #21: Secret

"God, Jennifer is so weird."

This wasn't the first time Allison and Charlie said this to each other. It wasn't even the hundredth time. Jennifer was weird, no getting around it. She was always drawing pictures of fairies on her math tests, and was far too old to still have a collection of dozens and dozens of dolls. And she showed no interest when the other girls would talk about boys. But she was funny and cute and her mom had a van big enough to take everyone and their equipment to band practice.

"It's taking her forever to get ready," said Allison.

"Yeah, we're gonna be late for the movie," said Charlie. "What do you think she's doing up there, Ally?"

"I bet she's got a secret boyfriend she's texting. Someone out of state or something."

"No way," Charlie said. "She's totally a lesbian. She probably just has to say goodbye to her dolls."

Allison laughed. "Yeah, a whole farewell address, and she has to repeat it for each one individually."

The two girls rolled their eyes. "Maybe we should go check it out," Charlie suggested.

So they both wandered upstairs to Jennifer's room. The door was closed, but they could hear the muffled sound of her voice.

"What's she saying?" Allison whispered.

"Shut up, I can't hear," Charlie replied, putting a finger to her lips. She signaled to her friend to just open the door.

Allison nodded with a mischievous grin and threw the bedroom door open wide. "A-HA!" she cried. "Gotcha!" But her grin faded immediately when she and Charlie saw what was going on. Jennifer was holding one of her dolls in her hand and kissing it. On the face. With tongue.

"Jesus," Charlie said, "what are you doing?"

Immediately Jennifer had both hands over the doll to hide and protect it. "Oh my god guys, get out of my room!"

"Okay, I promise not to tell the whole school if you just tell us, uh, what you're doing," Charlie said.

"It's okay, you can tell them," came a tiny voice. "It was only a matter of time before they found out."

Charlie and Allison exchanged a wary glance. The voice was coming from inside Jennifer's hands. And now that they thought of it, this "doll" she was kissing was much too small to be any of the dolls on her shelf.

"I can't," Jennifer said, voice trembling. "They won't believe it. They'll think I'm weird."

"We already think you're weird," Allison said. "Come on, tell us."

Slowly, Jennifer opened her hands to reveal a tiny human girl in them. The little thing couldn't have been more than four inches tall. Otherwise she was completely human, and if she was normal sized, would pass for any other high schooler.

Both Charlie and Allison stood with mouths agape. "Who… what… how… like, did you shrink someone?" Allison asked.

"No," said Jennifer. "This is my girlfriend Posey. She's just like that."

"I'm just like this," said Posey.

Charlie threw up her hands. "Nope, this can't be happening."

Jennifer started petting her little girlfriend's head with one finger. "Please don't tell my mom. We've been together for six months now and we really like each other."

"Six months?" Charlie and Allison said in unison.

"Yeah, sorry to keep it a secret," Jennifer said, hanging her head. "When we go to movies or shows or just go out, I take her with me sometimes, in my purse or a pocket somewhere."

Posey giggled, "yeah, or a pocket somewhere."

"You can't tell anyone," said Jennifer. "And I mean anyone. This has to be our secret."

Charlie and Allison exchanged another look. Who would they tell, anyway? "Okay," they said. "But you owe us. Now come on, or we're going to be late."

Jennifer sighed and put the tiny girl into her shirt pocket so her little head poked out. "Okay, Posey, let's go, and don't let the ushers see you or they'll make me pay for a second ticket."

[sewlastcentury]

Rebecca of Pocket Full of Poseys just put out a video on making the 1910s dressing jacket! <3

[a-pretty-damn-good-narrator]

Everyone but the guards are frozen in fear.

Seeze that thing.

My body continued to distort; I had wings, a few to many tails, a 7th arm, an abnormal amount of legs, 5 Eyes which were pitch black, the whole shebang. What settled it all was the slow, little girl sounding voice, singing a song very distortedly

Ring around the roooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooses, pockets full of posey's Assssshhhhhhhhhhhhhes-

I kept on singing, looking at them all crazily with eyes which didn't look human... I didn't look like much except done eldritch creature attempting to mimik... Something. I had such weird features you could say I was an amalgamation of everyone

[royalarmyofoz]

favorite knife? favorite shoes? an episode of a show youll watch over and over again without ever getting tired of it?

favorite knife? guess my chicago cutlery set lol i wish i had a cool pocket knife

favorite shoes? just got these keith haring crocs from my wife for my bday❤️

favorite episode of something i'll never get tired of? ok so i wanted to bail out if this and just say any ep of bobs burgers but i want to take it seriously so my real answer is! jillian bell and parker poseys stand alone ep of tales of the walking dead. it's the only ep ive seen of the series actually but it's a time loop so i could watch it forever and ever and never get tired of it<3