#puberty 2 we're really in it now.....

[fagatakonin]

i haven't heard this song in so long.... haven't been free-listening to mitski in a while, just particular songs if i look for them and. Aughhhh.

[chloe-skywalker]

Awkward Situation - Paul Lahote

Paul x reader!Fem!Swan

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,541

Requested: Twilight imagine the part in New Moon where Bella slaps Paul and her little sister is their w/her Paul imprints on the reader and jacob isn’t happy about it and stuff like that. - @cokecola4211

Authors Note: I enjoyed writing this I tried to make it different from what I’ve read before. Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took awhile to post my queue has been FULL lol

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“Bella, maybe Jake just wants to be alone- or maybe some guy time.” Y/n suggested it to her slightly older sister. Bella and Y/n were hardly even a year apart in age but that didn’t stop Y/n from occasionally getting treated like a baby compared to Bella.

Y/n knew Jake and Bella had been spending a lot of time together recently and it seemed to be good for her sister after the Cullens left. But Jake had become sick or at least that's what he and Billy had been telling Bella. Y/n wanted to just leave it, he’d come back on his own either way. But her sister, no Bella , needed answers now and she wasn't going to wait to get them on Jacobs time.

Bella shook her head with a tight expression on her face. “No, Y/n. Something's up. Somethings wrong I can feel it.”

“Bella, we’ve both known Jake practically our whole lives maybe he’s just-” Y/n shook her head lifting her hand in q wave motion before dropping it down to her lap. “I don’t know, going through puberty?”

“His dad keeps saying he has mono but it’s been almost 2 weeks and he won’t even answer texts. Let alone calls.” Bella explained further as she pulled into the Black’s driveway.

“Maybe he’s still sick.” Y/n tried one last time as Bella put the car in park.

“Well, we're going to find out.” Bella stated before she got out of the car.

Y/n unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car to chase her sister muttering to herself. “This isn’t gonna go well.”

Bella knocked on the door and shortly after Billy opened the door. Bella had told the man in the wheelchair that she needed to see Jake, but all she got was that he wasn’t there. Next thing Y/n knew her sister had welcomed herself into the home practically going right over Billy.

“Bella.” Billy called after her but it was too late and Bella wasn’t listening anyways.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” Y/n said apologizing for her sister's actions.

Billy let out a sigh and sent a tired smile to the younger Swan. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n.”

It wasn’t even a few minutes later that Bella stormed out of the house and Y/n followed yelling after her. “Bella!”

“Hey!” Bella shouted and shoved one of the shirtless males Y/n somewhat recognized. “What did you do to him?!”

That's all Y/n could really hear from so far back. So she shouted out to her sister again, hoping to defuse the situation if she couldn’t just get her to leave. “Bella!” 

“Y/n wha-” Jake spoke out suddenly standing beside the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“She dragged me here with her.” That's all Y/n had to say for Jake to understand what was happening. Charlie got Y/n in the devoirce so Y/n and Jake grew up together their whole lives as siblings in Forks. They could understand what the other was saying with just a look.

Jake nodded before looking back at the scene and then pointed “And that?”

“She slapped that Paul guy.” Y/n told him and that changed his demeanor.

“Crap. Y/n, stay back.” Jake said as he noticed Paul shaking.

Y/n wondered why but then she made eye contact with the Paul guy her sister was taking her anger out on. It was as if time showed for a minute. All the members of the pack put it together, and that's when Jacob flipped and inevitably so did Paul.

Seeing them turn into giant wolves Y/n ran to her sister. “Bella, you okay?” Her attention was drawn back to the wolves fighting not far from everyone. “Woah. Now that's cool.”

“Really, Y/n?” Bella asked, turning her head to face her sister in disbelief at how her sister wasn’t scared.

“What?” Y/n shrugged. In her opinion that was cool. Way cooler than Vampire super speed, the eyes, and sparkling under the sunlight someone dumped a 1,000 pounds of glitter on you. The Paul guy and Jake turned into Wolves! And not just wolves, Giant wolves. That's impressive.

“What just happened?” Bella asked Sam Uley she believed his name was. All the while Y/n was confused as to the looks she was getting from the others, a few she had grown up with just like Jake. 

“Paul imprinted.” Sam stated looking at Bella. Then Jacob came out of the woods still looking pissed off.

“On Y/n.” Jake grumbled, clearly pissed off at the new found fact.

“Take her back to Emily’s. Bella too.” Sam told Jacob which resulted in a very loud scoff from the younger male. “That's an order Jacob. Embry go with them.”

“Hey, Em.” Y/n nodded to Embry. They have been friends for years. It brought comfort to Y/n, knowing someone else. Someone that wasn’t pissed that would be in the car with her, her sister, and Jake.

“Hey, Y/n/n.” Embry smiled. He had missed seeing her around since he phased.

“Why is Jake so pissed?” Y/n asked Embry hoping he could fill her in on what's going on exactly.

Embry sighed before explaining. “Him and Paul don’t get along, and he’s protective of you. As he should be, you're like brother and sister.”

“Why would he be protective over me when it comes to Paul? I’ve never met Paul before.” Y/n squinted with a furrowed expression as she questioned Embry confused.

“Paul should be the one to explain it to you. It’s not my place, or anyone else's in the pack.” Embry felt bad for Y/n. She had no idea what was going on and it very much involved her. But like he said it wasn’t his place to explain any of this to her. 

Y/n nodded in understanding, kind of. But maybe he could explain something else to her. “Can you explain the pack part to me then?”

Embry nodded with a smile stretching across his lips. “Yes, I can do that.”

It wasn’t a long drive but long enough for Embry to explain about the pack to Y/n.

“Who’s place is this again?” Y/n heard Bella ask and she listened for Jake’s answer.

“Emily and Sam’s.” Jake answered as he got out of the truck.

Jake and Embry helped Y/n off of the truck bed. With a quiet thank you from Y/n they all headed inside. The only ones that weren’t there was Sam and Paul. But it didn’t take long for them to join in on the group.

“Can I talk to you? Outside. Alone.” Paul asked nervously looking softly at Y/n, to let her know she could reject his request if she wanted to. Y/n nodded ‘yes’ getting up to follow him.

“Over my dead body.” Jake growled, glaring with his eyes set on burning holes into Paul.

“Jake.” Sam said his name firmly. Making Jake stand down. For now.

“Come on.” Paul nodded his head towards outside Y/n nodded as well and followed him outside the small nice home.

They walked into the woods for awhile, Y/n assumed long enough to be far away enough so the rest of the pack couldn’t hear their conversation. “So, I assume that they explained the whole pack thing to you?”

“Embry did, yeah. But not the imprint part?” Y/n spoke with a unsure tone, hoping she got the word right. Paul nodded with a twitch of his lips. “Not the imprint part. What is that by the way?”

“Guess I should explain that part then.” Paul smiled, hearing her just say the word of what she is to him. That made him feel warm on the inside, which was a new feeling for him. He did like it though.

“Embry said it was only your place to tell me what it is.” Y/n looked to the still shirtless male with curiosity. What did it mean? What did it have to do with her? And why did Paul have to be the one to explain it?

“I have a spot I’d like to take you, and I’ll explain on the way.” Paul suggested there was a place he wanted to show her that only he knew about. Great view that he never that he never showed anyone.

“Ok” Y/n knew she was being way trusting with this stranger. But he felt trustworthy. She didn’t know why but he does.

Paul stopped them for a second in their tracks. He really needed to know something and it was bothering him that he didn’t. “I do have a question before we get too far that I should know that I do not.”

Y/n let out an amused breath before asking. “And what's that?” 

“Your name.” Paul smirked

Y/n nodded with a smile. “Y/n. Y/n Swan.”

“Well, Y/n Swan. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Paul’s smirk fell into a smile. He always teased the others who already had their imprints about how whipped they were, but now he was starting to understand.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for pretending I cheated on my partner when our common friend asked why we fought?

It will sound fake and fictional, but please bear with me because I'm getting crazy over it. And also sorry for any english mistake, we're not from an english speaking country.

To give some context: I am a man. There was this person, B(m), which whom I kind of grew up with. We went through the same schools from our 6 years old to 17 but we never were really friends. Then, around our 13, I got into a clique that fed into all my bad habits and I started to actively bully B because he seemed like an easy target at the time. I enjoyed it and was encouraged to do so (because I was such an asshole and I'm not even cringing thinking about it, it's worse. I regret it so much and I was a stupid and bad teenager). It was so bad that after years of enduring it, B changed school before we graduated and I went on with my life.

It' was's been about 15 years ago that I graduated.

In the meantime, I dealt with some problems that I had with my family and I went through intensive therapy which changed me for the better, and I came to terms with my sexuality as well.

Flashforward to 2019/2020, I meet with someone online through some games and it goes very well. Thanks to the Covid and the lockdowns, we play even more and get closer. At some point, I talk about an event happening close to my city, and he tells me that he knows about it as well and that we're living close to each other. Because we enjoyed our time online (ngl, we had started flirting although I didn't know how sincere it was) we decided to meet at that event.

And there, I find out that my online friend is B. It's extremely awkward but only for me because he cannot recognize me for three reasons: 1. I changed physically with my puberty finally finishing the job after my 18 birthday, and I found some love into dying my hair. 2. I changed in terms of personality thanks to the therapy I went through. 3. My legal name was changed when I said goodbye to this fucking family of mine and left without turning back (but I was getting sick just saying my last name).

I, obviously, didn't tell him anything about who I really was because I just wanted to enjoy that evening with a friend, and we didn't see each other since he left high school because of me. My plan was just to slowly distance myself from him after that evening but it failed because we had a lot of fun and we actually really hit off and I was dying constantly at the idea that he could find out.

We've been in a relationship sicne the beginning of 2021 and I was decided to just never tell him (horrifying idea I know, anyone with a braincell would have told me that it was bound to be found).

A month ago, I met with an old friend from high school (so yeah, he was in the bullying gang but more of a followers, so we stayed in friendly terms when we both agreed that it was bad) and as he recognized B, he decided to excuse himself and hoped that B would forgive him like he "forgave" me (I never got to tell that friend to shut up about that) so yeah, B found out that I was his main bully who had lied to him for almost 4 years now.

We had quite a big talk about it. How bad my bullying ended up for B; why I lied like that and never admitted it. And even if it went alright, B told me that he needed a break to think about things and it's going to be one month that I'm crashing at a common friend of us. At first, I just said that B and I got into a fight and it was good enough, but as it's been already a month, the friend asked more about it. Not wanting to bring up B's trauma to someone else (especially after our conversation), I just told the first lie that came to me and pretended that I cheated on B and he found out.

Now that common friend is calling me an asshole and keeps reminding me how much they are disappointed in me to have done something so horrifying to B. I keep wondering if I did well to lie like that, or if I should have found another way out.

[matsbaby]

Stalker much? pt. 2

photographer!matt x popular!reader

part one

…

The next day passed in a blur for Matt, his mind elsewhere as he sat across from you at your vanity desk, flipping through pages of The Great Gatsby without truly seeing the words.

He couldn't focus on Gatsby's love life when his own mind was consumed by fantasies of you.

That was, until you spoke these words.

"You have any plans tomorrow night?" you asked casually, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you glanced up at him with those irresistible eyes.

He blinked, snapping out of his lustful daze as he met your gaze. "Uh, no... I don't think so. Why?" he stammered, his voice cracking slightly on the last word. Great, it fucking sounded like he was going through puberty again.

"Well," you said, leaning back in your chair and crossing your long, lean legs. "There's this party tomorrow night. My friend's parents are out of town, so..." You shrugged, letting the implication hang in the air between you.

Matt's mouth went dry, his tongue suddenly too big for his own mouth. "Oh," he managed to choke out, his mind racing with possibilities. A party. You, in a crowded room, in a short dress, laughing and dancing and singing...

"S-so, um... you want me to come with you?" he asked, hardly daring to believe the words were true.

Your smile widened, your eyes sparkling with a secret amusement. "Yeah. Y’know, since we're studying partners and all..." You trailed off, letting your words linger in the charged space between you.

He swallowed hard, knowing he was about to make a decision that would change everything. Knowing that once he crossed this line, there would be no going back.

"Okay," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah. I'll come."

…

As Matt walked beside you up the driveway to your friend's house, he couldn't believe this was really happening.

He had spent an eternity getting ready, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he tried on every shirt and pair of pants he owned, desperately attempting to look just the right amount of put-together and cool. But as he walked beside you now, he felt painfully aware of how out of place he was, like a fish out of water in this sea of preppy, perfectly coiffed popular kids.

You, on the other hand, looked like you were born to be here. Your hair was down, loose and beachy and perfect, falling in soft waves around your face. You wore a simple outfit, your makeup on point as usual. He couldn't stop staring at you, his eyes glued to your face, your body, the way your hips swayed with each step.

"Ready?" you asked, your voice barely audible over the pounding music.

He nodded, even as his feet were ready to turn and make him walk away.

…

Twenty minutes into the party, Matt found himself huddled in a corner of the living room, a red plastic cup of warm beer clutched in his sweaty palm.

He couldn't believe you had stuck by him this whole time, even as the party swelled with more and more people. He half-expected you to abandon him as soon as you walked through the door, eager to lose yourself in the fray of your social circle. But instead, you had taken his hand and pulled him along with you, introducing him to friends and classmates, never leaving his side for more than a minute.

Now, as you laughed at something a tall, blonde girl said, Matt felt a pang of annoyance twist in his gut. He wanted to ask your friend to leave you two alone.

But he didn't. He couldn't. Because what right did he have to claim you, to act like he owned any part of you at all?

As if sensing his thoughts, you turned to him with a bright smile, your hand finding his bicep in the crowded room. "Hey," you said, leaning in close so he could hear you over the pounding bass. "You okay?"

Matt nodded, trying to return your smile with a weak one of his own. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, his voice strained. "Just... a little overwhelmed."

You squeezed his arm in a way that made his heart skip a beat. "I know," you said, your voice soft. "But you're doing great. Everyone loves you."

He couldn't help but scoff at that, his eyes darting around at the sea of perfect, beautiful people surrounding them. "Yeah, right," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure they do."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile never wavered. "I mean it. Alex here said you’re the nicest guy she’s ever met”

Matt blinked, stunned by your words. He glanced over at Alex, who was now chatting with a group of guys near the punch bowl, and felt a flicker of surprise. He had barely spoken two words to her, too intimidated to engage in more than surface-level conversation. But hearing you say she thought he was nice...

It made him feel a little less out of place. A little less like the awkward third wheel.

He turned back to you, his eyes wide. "She did?" he asked, hardly daring to believe it.

You nodded, but your smile faltered a little once you noticed his face “yeah. you interested?” you asked.

Matt felt his entire body stiffen at your question. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, couldn't believe that you would even ask him such a thing.

Was he interested? In your friend Alex? How could he possibly be interested in her when he was so hopelessly, completely in love with you?

He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as the Sahara. "I... I don't know," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "I mean, she seems nice and all, but..."

He just shrugged “not really my type” he finished.

“not your type?” you asked “and what is your type?”

Your smile was back now, playful and teasing, your eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. It was a look that made Matt's knees feel weak and his palms sweat even more, if that was possible.

You. You. You’re my type, goddamn it say it Matt, he thought.

"Honestly? Just… someone who makes me laugh" he said lamely in the end.

You nodded then spoke again. “do i make you laugh?” you asked tilting your head.

Matt's heart stuttered in his chest as you tilted your head, your hair falling in soft waves around your face. He could barely breathe, barely think, as he stared into your eyes and saw the playful, teasing glint that seemed to be reserved just for him.

He licked his suddenly dry lips, trying to find the right words. "Are you askin’ if you’re my type?”

Suddenly Alex grabbed your elbow, and Matt saw your smile fade, replaced by a look of mild annoyance. You glanced over at your friend, your body tensing slightly.

"Hey, can I borrow you for a sec?" Alex asked, her voice loud enough to be heard over the pounding music. She didn't wait for your response before pulling you away from Matt, towards the kitchen.

Matt stood there, frozen, as he watched you disappear into the crowd. fuck. you had just opened your mouth to respond. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

….

After that, your time together had been very limited. It was now 2:46 am and he had been searching for you everywhere to get you home safely before your curfew expired at 3.

He had already checked the living room, the kitchen, even the bathroom upstairs. But there was no sign of you anywhere. He pulled out his phone, hesitating for a moment before typing out a message to you.

"Where r u? Gotta go soon"

“Otsouide.”

Matt's frown deepened as he read your misspelled text message. He shoved his phone into his pocket and hurried towards the front door, his heart pounding in his chest as he pushed through the crowded foyer.

Outside he scanned the darkened porch, seeing a few couples making out in the shadows cast by the dim porch lights. That's when he spotted you, sitting alone on the top step of the front stairs.

"Hey," he called out, his voice sounding louder than he intended in the relative quiet of the night. He walked over to you and sat down next to you.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" he asked, glancing around nervously. "I was waiting for you inside"

You sniffled and looked down at your boots “i’m sorry…” you whispered softly, biting your lip “i needed some air, I think I drank too much”

Matt's heart clenched at the sound of your soft whisper, seeing the way you sniffled and looked down at your boots. He could sense the vulnerability in your voice, the slight slur of your words.

Shifting closer to you on the cold concrete step, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, feeling the warmth of your body heat the fabric. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You don't have to apologize."

He hesitated for a moment before placing a tentative hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm just glad I found you. I was gettin’ worried."

Matt glanced up at the dark sky, the stars hidden behind a veil of clouds. He knew he should be getting you home soon, but he didn't want to rush you. Not when you looked so... fragile. So beautifully, heartachingly real.

You finally looked up at him “can i stay with you tonight? my parents can’t see me like this” you mumbled.

Matt's heart skipped a beat at your words, hardly believing what he was hearing. Stay with him tonight? At his place?

He knew it was a terrible idea. He knew he should say no, should insist on taking you home like he was supposed to, should maintain the boundaries that kept you safe and their relationship platonic.

But as he looked into your eyes, seeing the vulnerability and desperation there, he knew he couldn't refuse you anything. He was putty in your hands, a puppet with his strings tied to your fingers.

"Okay," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, you can stay at my place tonight."

You pouted even more, fresh tears forming in your eyes “thank you” you said.

Matt felt his heart clench at the sight of fresh tears welling up in your eyes, your plump lower lip trembling slightly as you thanked him.

Without thinking, he reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your soft skin. "Hey, don't cry," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You don't have to thank me. I'm just... I'm glad I can help."

He swallowed hard, his throat tightening with emotion. "Let's get you home, okay?"

Matt stood up from the cold step, holding out his hand to help you to your feet. As your fingers brushed against his palm, he felt a jolt of electricity course through him, your skin soft and warm against his own.

He led you to his car, opening the passenger door for you and waiting until you were settled inside before closing it gently behind you.

The drive to his house was quiet, the only sound the hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle from your direction. Matt reached over and took your hand in his, squeezing it gently as he navigated the dark streets.

As they pulled into his driveway, Matt felt a flicker of nerves twist in his gut. He had never brought a girl back to his house before, had never wanted to risk his parents asking too many questions.

But as he helped you out of the car, steadying you on your unsteady feet, he knew that having you here was worth the risk.

He led you inside, flipping on the dim lamp in the foyer. The house was quiet, his parents long since asleep upstairs.

He turned to you, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in your disheveled appearance, the way your skirt had ridden up your thighs, the slight sway of your step. "You okay?" he asked softly, his voice tight with concern.

You nodded “yeah just… i think i need to lie down”

Matt nodded, his concern growing as he saw how unsteady you were on your feet. "Of course," he said quickly, taking your hand and leading you upstairs to his bedroom.

"Here," he said softly, pulling back the covers for you. "You can sleep in my bed. I'll take the couch."

His breath hitched as he watched you struggle to remove your boots, your balance already compromised from the alcohol coursing through your system. Without hesitation, he stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on your waist to steady you.

"Careful," he murmured, his voice low and concerned. "Let me help you with that."

He knelt down in front of you, taking one booted foot in his hands. His fingers brushed against your calf as he unzipped the shoe, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. He repeated the process with the other foot, setting both boots aside before standing back up.

"Better?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand remained on your waist, steadying you even though you seemed more stable now.

You nodded and his breath caught in his throat as he watched you slide your skirt down your long, shapely legs. He tried to look away, to give you some semblance of privacy, but he found himself utterly transfixed by the sight of your creamy skin being revealed inch by tantalizing inch.

You took off Matt’s jacket too and hugged yourself tightly as you looked up at him “can i have some pants?” you murmured almost shyly.

Matt swallowed hard as he took in your appearance - the way your long-sleeved t-shirt clung to your curves, the way your panties rode low on your hips, exposing the tempting expanse of skin above your thighs. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, could feel the blood rushing to his head and other places.

"Uh, yeah," he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse. "Just a sec."

He rummaged through his dresser drawers, pulling out a pair of his oldest, most well-worn sweatpants.

"Here," he said, his hand brushing against yours as he passed them to you. "These should fit you. I think."

He watched as you shimmied into his sweatpants. The sight of you in his clothes, surrounded by his scent, sent a possessive thrill through him.

The sweatpants were far too big on you, the waistband slipping down your hips.

"Thanks," you murmured softly.

You just looked at each other for a while before you looked down and grimaced.

He watched as you pressed a hand to your temple, your face paling slightly. "I think I'm gonna-"

But you didn't finish your sentence before you suddenly turned and stumbled towards the bathroom. Matt's heart raced as he realized what was happening, and he quickly followed after you, just in case you needed him.

Matt rushed into the bathroom just as he heard the sound of you retching violently into the toilet. His heart clenched with concern and he hurried to your side, gathering your hair back from your face with one hand while rubbing soothing circles on your back with the other.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmured, his voice low and calming. "I've got you. You're gonna be aight."

As your retching finally subsided, Matt helped you sit back against the cool tile of the bathroom wall.

"Feel better now?" he asked quietly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded and let out a chuckle “i’m never drinking again”

Matt couldn't help but chuckle softly at your declaration. "Yeah, I hear ya," he said with a wry smile. "Tequila has a way of sneakin‘ up on you like that."

His gaze lingered on your face, taking in the way your skin had lost some of its rosy hue, the way your eyes looked tired and sore.

"C'mon," he said softly, standing up and offering you his hand. "Let's get you back to bed. You need to sleep this off."

You nodded and let him lead you to his bed, sliding underneath the covers and letting him tuck you in.

Matt watched as you curled up under the covers, your eyelids already growing heavy. He stood there for a long moment, just taking in the sight of you in his bed, surrounded by his scent.

His heart ached with a fierce, all-consuming love. He wanted nothing more than to climb in next to you, to hold you close and never let you go. But he knew he couldn't. He had to be strong, had to respect your boundaries, no matter how much it killed him.

Instead, he left for the living room, sneaking one last glance at your tired body before closing the door on his way out.

a/n: guys part two!!! i don’t know if i love this as much but stay tuned cause i already got some ideas for part three where reader finds out about the photograph.

Lots of love,

Mats 💐

[dummymango]

Weak Point

The "Chica cant make female friends" has now real consequences 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Commentary⬇️

A comment i tend to hear from people who hate Ann is that "she only has male friends because She's a pick me girl" LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER, and is one of the Main reasons of why i relate to Ann

Not because a girl has difficulty with making female friends means she craves male attention, those boys understand her and wanted to support her in her dream! Freddy/Fred complimented her more than once, her Friends like her!

I had struggles with this same problem too mainly because bullying at 7-9 (god forbid You not being able to have the newest Barbie at stock because everyone thought You werent a girl, no sis i just didn't have money 😭)

Like we see at ep 19, Toddy bothered Ann to the point of making her leave the competition

In Ann's POV that was literally Toddy saying "your dreams are stupid, im far better than you and you'll never be able to Even reach My toes" Toddy did everything to win Even if meant sabotage, later in season 2, Ann remembers her words after realizing she failed, for 10 seconds later to cry while thinking about everything

Again to ep 19 im pretty sure that wasnt the 1st time Toddy did something to Ann, Toddy's first line is "look we have here, the clown Even bothered to wear her costume" and Ann already knows her name and replies with "leave me alone" plus this one scene at her song which pretty much implies another competition

The next interaction between Toddy and Ann is not really a big deal as this one but i still like to quote it

Literally just capturing Pokémon and bothering her for it and calling her loser? Girl she did nothing to You 😭😭 ya suéltala

Adding au stuff:

Toddy and Ann we're Friends at middle school, but the more Toddy started craving attention the more she started being mean to Ann (talking about her behind her back, rumours spreading, mocking her for the things she likes) Toddy craves attention because her mother barely gives her any, and so did her sister, the way Toddy started changing into a meaner personality resonated in everyone, her little sister hid her interests from her because she 100% believes that "Big sis would step on me if she got the chance" and no! That girl wants You to care for her! Toddy envys Ann because she has the two things Toddy wants most

-A mother who fully supports you and loves you

-A little sister who is not afraid and admires You

Toddy wishes Ashley was younger because "it's easier to explain things to kids/its easier to protect them" and thats the thing

Ashley just hit puberty and is pretty much emotional

Katy (Cupcake) it's just an 8 year old who saw her older sister make dresses and said "well that's the coolest thing i ever saw there must be an statue of this girl asap"

Ms paint drawing explaining their families

Now changing directions into the other girls Ann has a "beef"

now with joy is neither a Big deal, but i like to keep note that Joy and Ann were supossed to be Friends in a start

With both Joy and Meg i believe Ann admires both of them, and maybe would have gotten along if the first impression of them wasn't "we are better than you yall losers You don't deserve our talent" and that resonates with Meg, who specifically hated Ann and pretty much treated her like "the girl My brother met 2 weeks ago" ?!??

Ann genuinely wishes she could make Friends with Even more girls so that's why she holds dearly her girls (Eve,Mai,Maggie)

now drawing context: She and Cami became Friends, goes wrong because later she founds She's Tat and the one who hurt her friend and the whole camp, i don't think i have to explain who's speaking the color is too obvious, according to Lana's explanation the villains WANT to steal the negative energy (shadows) from people for god knows what, so, the easiest way to make its to torment someone until their shadow gets manifested, and that's what's happening to Ann in this drawing

[3liza]

i get asked a lot if certain breast sizes or shapes are "normal" and let me tell you right now, the answer is basically always "yes"!

we only see one shape of breasts on tv (think C-D cup "HBO titties") and maybe two or three types in porn if you see porn, and maybe 3-4 types in contemporary and historical art. and this sucks because it makes everyone else feel like their boobs are weird. they're probably not weird.

because breasts are made mostly of fat, which is squishy and only partially influenced by muscle and skeletal attachments, they can be basically any size or shape, and they CHANGE more or less constantly throughout your life. they are sensitive to hormonal, environmental, body compositional and pressure-based influences. they will continue to change size and shape until you die. i have a mild collagen disorder which makes me stretchier than other people in some ways and my breasts will change shape visibly if i don't wear a bra for a day. some people's breasts are so dense they wouldnt move at all even if you kept them squished or pulled for many hours at a time. human fat and skin is SO malleable and variable and it's a big reason we're such an interesting-looking species.

this link is a little website with some pictures of SOME different shapes of breasts, and for as varied as it is, it's actually still very limited in scope. it's focused on helping people find bras that fit but you can ignore that part if you want and just get an idea of some different shapes boobs can be, in a non-porn and non-medical context. they can be even more shapes than this. this gallery is intentionally in b&w and has been contrast-balanced to make everyone about the same color but different breast shapes are strongly genetic and will pop up in different locales and lineages. your boobs will often resemble those of your relatives (but not always).

it takes a long time for breasts to reach their "adult" shape, and it happens closer to about age 25-27 for many people than 18-20. a lot of medical literature will repeat the claim that women are "physically mature" by the age of 15-18, and this just isn't really true. if you are on HRT, please keep in mind that the average cis woman can start experiencing hormonal puberty when she's 9-12, and major changes can keep occurring until she's 25 or older. I'm AFAB, and my boobs went through a final growth change when i was 27! and i started the first stages of puberty (way before my first period, which is called "menarche" [men-ARK-ee]) when i was about 9. that's not outside the bounds of normalcy at all, average age of first period is about 12.5 years, and puberty itself starts a few years before that.

some of the later Tanner stages are related to gravity as well as fat accumulation, and sometimes they require a certain period of time to "settle" the very high, pointy puberty breasts down into more adult breast shapes. this takes time. the timelines doctors give HRT patients about breast growth are really weird to me as someone who grew breasts myself. sometimes i see people on HRT get worried about their breast growth not being big enough or adult enough after only a couple years, when the average cis woman's breasts take much longer than that (remember: started age 9, finished age 27!!) to mature and settle, and i just want people to not worry too much. i post about this regularly because i want people to see it. I've heard from many trans women that their actual doctors told them that they would get most or all of their breast growth within 2-3 years. that's not true for everyone, possibly for most people.

and by the way, breasts are almost never perfectly symmetrical. they are sisters, not twins. most people have one breast that's visibly larger if you look closely, and often even if you don't look closely. many people have one breast that's even a cup size larger, or more. some people only grow one breast at all, and don't have fat tissue on the other side. sometimes you start with mostly-matched boobs but they become different over time. all these situations are "normal", in that they occur to many many people and are almost never related to health problems or functional concerns.

[pedrocomicreviews]

Absolute Flash #2

"I've always known. Something is wrong with me. But now-- it feels like I'm bursting apart."

DC's answer to Ultimate Spider-Man (the first one) continues with Wally West having more puberty metaphors that destroy his life!

Can I just gush about how beautifully Wally's powers are illustrated, before we begin?

Flash comics sometimes struggle with actually drawing the Speed Force, or just how fast the movement on panel is happening. Writing-wise that's always easy-- you just say the character is going fast and describe the actions they perform in a fraction of a second. But in a medium that doesn't move, artists always have to find new ways to show what a power like this could actually look like.

Absolute Flash decides speed is really scary. It's raw, crackling and doesn't seem to be under Wally's control at all. Rather than just having Wally emit electricity, we are always bombarded with the same kind of overwhelming feelings the character is, through the lettering and art, and even narration boxes overlapping on each other as if he's thinking too fast.

Between beautiful composition by Nick Robles and Adriano Lucas, excellent lettering by industry veteran Tom Napolitano, and the excellent writing of Jeff Lemire, the comic keeps inventing new ways to portray Wally's anxiety. It's a marvel at work, and it really makes it feel unique from the main universe's comics at a base level. It's not that Flash has never looked similar, but it has also never looked quite like this.

As far as the plot, we're still engaging with Wally's massive fuck-up, the accident that gave his powers, and his escape attempt as the Absolute Rogues try to bring him back into the lab. We're also introduced to another Absolute version of a character, completely unrecognizable, which makes me very excited to see what they're about.

The Absolute Universe is about to have its first little crossover with the main one through a Superman comic, which I don't believe will affect most of the books. But I'm feeling that if we're nearing the inevitable collision of these two lines, it has to only involve the main Trinity. Flash, Martian Manhunter and Green Lantern are still in their infancy and simply not setup enough for a massive crossover yet, which I believe means we still have a long way to go until Wally puts on a costume and starts fighting bad guys.

Which I'm fine with. This book seems to be at its best exploring Wally's inner world, and coming back to the real one when it's time to run. I'm looking forward to when he starts running toward danger as opposed to away from it, but this wasn't the time.

[possessionisamyth]

Thinking about trans woman Dante fresh on estrogen. She shows up, equally tits out, in DMC3 and tells Vergil maybe he'd have a lot less fucking issues if he just transitioned. Vergil laughs at her. Nothing else about the game changes in plot or pacing except Lady having a single 3-second "am I gay?" moment.

Demon blood in Dante's body starts to get the picture of, "oh, okay, this is what we're doing". After around two years into new puberty, it doesn't quite understand what to do because demon anatomy is not human anatomy. Cue Dante having to speedrun finding a place for bottom surgery as things are getting weird down there in a way she is no longer getting laid. It's causing problems. Blood is randomly being ejected. She's pretty sure a tentacle sprouted, and oh thank god this doctor is willing to handle this issue.

Once the new install is there, demon blood in her body goes "OOHH! Okay, we get it now." Heals up quickly, and her new pussy performs more than amazing.

Time passes. She keeps getting hotter. Kills her brother again in DMC1 and doesn't know it. Dips in and out of butch styles because when her money isn't funny she does take a lot of satisfaction in wearing too short skirts. Has a weird half committal thing with Lucia that goes nowhere. Meets Nero in DMC4 and gives him a fucking heart attack because "IS THAT MY MOM???? NO PLEASE GOD NO-". Resolves for Nero that she is not his mom and has never been pregnant, but also never mentions Vergil as it remains a sore spot. Better if the kid doesn't know.

DMC5 happens. Dante sees Urizen and says "You know, when I told you to transition THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT." Nothing else about the plot changes other than Nico realizing, yeah, she is definitely gay. She should swoop up Kyrie before it's too late.

Dante and Vergil go to hell. They spend 2-3 years down there just sorting through all their bullshit slipping from beating the shit out of each other to actually talking. They get back to the human world. Vergil starts transitioning. Nero going "wait, so my dad is my mom now- wait- just, fucking forget it okay, Forget It. Fine. Sure. Whatever." The topic of bottom surgery comes up a few months into Vergil being into HRT.

Dante: Okay, so this surgeon is really good for bottom surgery. Vergil: Why do I need bottom surgery? The estrogen is working as intended.

Dante remembers the horrors her junk presented when she tried to let the estrogen just do it's job without help. Decides it's better to just tell Vergil everything in full, unadulterated detail because she's learned this style of direct, honest communication is best. Vergil schedules her surgery for 2 years out because what the fuck, what the fuck, what do you mean your balls grew mouths with teeth???

[kangals]

kep report card for october. how is he already almost a year old tf.

Leash Walking: 🟡/🔴 on a martingale collar he walks ok, though does need frequent corrections to remind him not to pull. on a harness he's much more pully and bruised the shit out of my hand recently. does a lot better when i'm walking him alone but i cant really do that much due to time limits.

Manners - People: 🟢/🟡 very good, just still working on not jumping on ppl.

Manners - Dogs: 🟢 no complaints, social butterfly.

Manners - Home: 🟡 gotten better about countersurfing but having some regression on settling in the house. and, of course. the piss.

Manners - Public Spaces: 🟢/🟡 will try to mark if i'm not watching him carefully but otherwise no complaints

Grooming: 🟡 fine if there's food, incredibly squirmy if there's not. need to work on weaning off food and tolerating restraint, since at some point he'll need to go to a real groomer.

Recall: 🟢/🟡 if i call him off a distraction he often comes immediately, but when we're just like chilling at home it's 50/50.

Crating: 🟢 whines a bit sometimes but gets over it eventually.

Fear/Anxiety: 🟢 no issues lately

Volume: 🟢 he really only barks when hes very excited (e.g. playing with other dogs, visitors have come over) otherwise he's blissfully silent.

Puberty: 🟡 LITTLE PISS BOY TAKING A PISS.

overall good, really the biggest problems we're working on right now is just that he's a large, strong, energetic dog who is still too baby-brain to have a lot of self control. i also dont think it's coincidental that these problems are arising as i'm coming off basically 2 straight months of very hectic work/personal stuff and have been very tired as a result. when we really focus together he does good (see: CGC acquisition) it's just getting that to translate to "ok now do this by default" that's the speedbump, but again, teenage dog and the expectations are low.

stellina i remember really dove straight into adolesence around 5 months old and that didn't stop until she was like 20-22 months. kep it seems like didn't quite go Full Stupid until like 9-10 months so we'll see if it lasts the same amount of time, though i'm really hoping not.

[crushedsweets]

Do you have any headcanons of Lyra and Toby’s relationship?

this has been in my inbox for like over a week by now because this is a big task in my head. i will focus more on the family itself, but obviously the siblings r there.

ROGERS FAMILY HCS UNDER THE CUT... tw for abuse and addiction, of course

ok. WE'RE GETTING PERSONAL HERE. im the eldest daughter of 3 so the way in which i project into older siblings is insane. ive also had an addict father(no where near like frank though let me clarify) so in general . . the story.. makes me feel very...... basically their relationship is very personal to me.

lyra is about 2-3 years older than toby.

frank's dad was in the vietnam war, his grandparents were in wwii, his grandparents in wwi, etc. so he went into military service right after marrying connie. for a long while, he was SUPER military strict. those kids were up, made their bed, and down for chores by 6am everyday. he made them do military time rather than civilian time. he was incredibly traditional, expected a perfectly clean household, a polite soft daughter, a strong bold son, perfect wife. he wanted the 1950s nuclear family model. so toby and lyra grew up in a very clean, strict, traditional household.

in my au, frank wasnt outright abusive until the kids were around 8-11. it was after he developed his addictions and lost his job. the kids really didnt understand what was changing at first, and legitimately were like 'omg dad isnt making us wake up at 5am everyday..... this is so cool'.

theyd start having sleepovers in eachothers room, slacking a bit on chores, going to sleep late, sleeping in. toby didnt develop his tourettes until he was around 7, so lyra and toby would walk home from their elementary school together. sometimes, theyd walk another friend home first, stop at convenience stores to get candy, pet a cat, etc. frank didnt say a thing for the first few months, just drunken grumbles along connies worried 'WHERE HAVE U BEEN'. if they weren't walking around the area, they were in the backyard playing soccer.

eventually the abuse began, and all of those little freedoms were quickly stripped from the kids.

toby developing tourrettes around this time was a painful coincidence, because not only did he experience abuse at home, but awful bullying at school. he was promptly pulled out after completing 3rd grade. he was only 8.

lyra would practically run home from school everyday, as fast as a 12 year old girl with a backpack could manage, just because she spent all 7 hours in school worrying about toby at home. connie had to start working to pay bills, so..

when toby was around 11 and lyra was around 13, toby started kinda just. being more distant. he was kind of a dick to lyra for a period of time, half because of everything he was going through, half because puberty is rough. his room started getting messy, lyra had to start picking up chores he was slacking on , etc. lyra isnt perfect and began to resent toby for this, and eventually, the two were kinda at eachothers throats for like 6 months. which isnt a lot, but for kids, its an eternity.

when franks abuse evolved from ''just'' verbal abuse, to shoves, to slaps, to full on beatings, toby started egging frank on. just to get him off of lyra and connie. obviously he couldnt feel it, and while it sure took a fucking mental toll, it was so much easier to just wait it out rather than listen to the girls cry.

lyra didnt even realize toby was doing this for a while, she just thought it was all part of him going through his little hormonal asshole phase, until one day frank made a fucked up comment about 'youre lucky that boy is always causing trouble. was supposed to be you'. then it kinda clicked and she very quickly tried to fix their relationship back to what it was.

frank eventually scared connie so badly that there'd be periods of time where she'd take the kids in the middle of the night, and run off to either her parents place, or even a random hotel in another city. she'd use cash, force the kids to keep their phones at home, leave literally everything behind and often make the kids pick out new toothbrushes at a random walmart. etc. it would only last a few days each time, and lyra fought so hard to stay strong while her mom cried and toby closed himself off.

she'd try to get toby to come to the hotel pools with her, try to get him to watch tv with her, try to get him to just fucking talk to her. he was often catatonic during these little runaways, once the confusion adrenaline and fear wore off

it wasnt until they went around a month without seeing their father, and frank had some weird fucking. 'those are MY kids too' thing and went to connie's parents house while all the adults were out, and forced the kids back home. this was the first time lyra was full on sobbing and begging and pleading in years. that was what shifted something in toby, too.

now tobys 13, lyras 15, and theyre on better footing. theyre starting to understand eachother. tobys back on keeping up with chores, knowing that either him lyra or connie was going to get beat if they were missed. sometimes he'd just silently come into lyras room and lay down and watch tv with her. they'd talk about books, about school, their trust was built right back up and toby ended up being the first to know about lyras school drama, gossip, boys, etc.

toby wasn't really socialized properly, since he's been homeschooled for 6 years by now. all the time, he'd hear lyras stories, and wish he could go to school. his mom would be horrified anytime toby asked, because all she could remember was her sweet boy coming home and crying into her arms after a day of being mocked and pushed around by peers.

so he began to live through lyra, in a sense ? he almost became a diary for lyra, and he kinda loved it. she was like a sitcom to him.

frank wasnt a good father by any means during this period, he was still awful, but he wasn't constantly looking for trouble. the kids kept to themselves, connie did everything she was expected to, he didnt give a shit about their grades or social lives. he couldn't even recgonize when lyra was coming home late.

lyra got her license the second she turned 16. the house had two cars, and its not like frank was ever going anywhere, so she was always going everywhere. she adored the freedom, and took toby wherever he'd let her. he only really left the house if he was going grocery shopping with his mom or something, so it was kinda weird now that he was just. going to malls. going to restaurants. going to parks. just Hanging Out. every now and again he'd stick around when Lyra was with her friends, but he didn't like them so it was rare.

sometimes theyd just drive together for a long time. at night, she was the one to take him to every hospital visit, she even got him to volunteer at a pet shelter she worked at for a bit. 3 years and they become so close again, and lyra is tobys best friend. she's his entire world because who else does he have ? he loves his mom, but she's married to the man he hates more than anything

toby was 16 and lyra was 18 when frank strangled toby till he passed out. thats finally when connie kicked frank out, forcing frank to go live on his moms couch. lyra was mortified and started spending an absurd amount of time with toby. she took online community college courses just so she could spend even more time with toby, and it didnt hurt to do so since frank wasnt there anymore. things were getting better for the family, frank was gone, lyra was in college, connie was working, toby was volunteering at shelters and even had a few acquaintances he'd talk to now and again.

lyra picked toby up from the shelter he volunteered at when the accident happened.

lyra and connie had matching silver necklaces with a circle pendant that had their initials. toby didnt cuz frank would get pissed if toby tried wearing jewelry, but when lyra died, toby immediately clung to it. he wears it religiously. the only time he takes it off is if he knows he's going to kill someone that day. otherwise, its always on him.

lyra died and was buried in colorado. toby lives in alabama now. so he really doesnt visit her grave often. only on her birthday, he'll scramble together some money and get brian, tim, and kate to agree to cover his uh. 'shifts' with slenderman, and take a few loooonnnggg train rides over to colorado.

he'll leave two bouquets of flowers. one for lyra, one for connie.

connie just feels in her heart that its toby. she has no reason to believe it, they've never bumped into eachother (toby's visiting at like 2am and falls asleep near the grave for a few hours), but she knows nobody else whos visiting lyras grave and leaving two sets of the same flowers.

toby and lyras childhood home was put on sale shortly after it was reconstructed from the fire, and connie moved in with her sister. lyras bedroom door was the only one that was shut and left unscathed after the fire (legitimately keep your doors shut if you ever have a housefire it can save entire bedrooms and even lives). the rest of the house was ruined, but not lyras room. connie kept every single one of her belongings, but she's put some photos out on the grave. tobys taken them, and connie believes it was him. again, she has no reason to believe it other than the flowers and 'why would someone take a photo of my dead daughter.'

anyway hi. in tears. i love them. sorry. i just retell their story over and over and get sad everytime

[divinisable]

Mike isn't clueless, but calm down.

So I'd like to talk about the fact that Mike def isn't clueless but some of you are giving him a bit too much credit bc he also def doesn't have anything about his situation under control.

In s1 & 2 everything was mostly subconscious, being gay was wrong but it wasn't something he knew about himself. Mike just cared about his best friend a lot and none of what he felt was of questionable nature to him. And besides, he had El, she was a pretty girl and really nice to him, he cared about her a lot too.

And it wasn't until s3, when puberty came around, that Mike had to push down some confusing thoughts and feelings that we can see him projecting on Will during their fight. At the end of said season, he does come to a very very scary conclusion that he's now actively hiding in s4.

“We're friends. We're FRIENDS!” , Mike repeats ; as if Will needed the reminder more than he did, it isn't right to think about these kinds of things anyway. Atp he's fully admitted to himself that he's gay but isn't happy about it at all. Therefore, even if Will's feelings for him were presented to him on a silver platter, – which they were – he will still choose to ignore and deny them because 1. his tainted mind is obviously misreading the situation and 2. he can't do anything about it, because being gay is still not okay. Two wrongs don't make a right. And he knows what they do to people like him, especially in Hawkins. He can't afford to take that risk, he's already lost Will too many times to fuck everything up just bc he wanted to satisfy a stupid whim.

Imo he's going to need someone to open his eyes. He's too scared to do it on his own. Murray, Robin, Lucas, anyone. He'll eventually realize that being gay is okay and he CAN kiss Will on the mouth.����🏻💯

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 16: Daddy Daughter Day Out (looonger Part 2)

A little later. Christopher had already caught a few fish when his daughter came running up to him. “Hey, what's going on, sweetie?”. Actually, the question was superfluous, because Christopher knew his daughter. At some point, she couldn't and didn't want to deal with herself any more and demanded his attention

If there was one thing Selina loved doing most with her father, it was playing. No matter what, the main thing was to be together. And he ichhad everything under control. “And the birdie fliiiees”. A hearty, joyful laugh came out of the little girl's mouth and even drowned out the splashing of the water.

Christopher knew that his daughter was having an incredible amount of fun with this game, but at some point it had to come to an end. “Now you've flown enough, Selina, hnhn… ooh, you smell so good, like a cupcake, mmh“/”thihi, Daddyy”.

“ha, what was that? No more Da-da?“/ ‘hnn, Daddy…wan' ea'n fruu…”. So far, Christopher wasn't particularly good at deciphering his daughter's linguistic progress. But after she pointed to her mouth and repeated what she had said… “Oh, fruit, you want to eat fruit?”. The girl nodded frantically with a broad grin. “O.k., let's go then”.

Of course, Christopher first had to think about where he was going to get some fruit. There were some things he simply couldn't refuse his child. After a short deliberation, he took her to the supermarket, where he put together a small selection for her. A nice employee at the supermarket even made sure that the fruit was chopped up a little for the girl. After a while, a car pulled up in the parking lot in front of the supermarket, from which Detlef and VJ surprisingly emerged. “hehe, hello, you two. Did Jamie throw you out nunand you're homeless now?”. Christopher laughed and shook his head. “No, we were fishing and didn't have anything to eat with us…” / ”Hn, okay. Well, she's got quite an appetite. Hey, when are you going to teach her to drink beer? Then we can invite her for a round“/”haha, forget it. Are you buying some?“/”Yes, why, do you want some?“/”Just a bottle for home“/”o.k., coming soon…”

It didn't take five minutes for the two of them to come out of the supermarket again. Detlef put the 6-pack of beer on the floor and took out a bottle for Christopher. “Here, that'll be $2.78"/ ‘What? Are you serious?’/ ”It's all getting more expensive. All right, because you're my friend, free today”. Amused, Christopher accepted the bottle with thanks.

“you wouldn't have gotten any money from me either, then I would have preferred to do without the bottle, haha", Christopher joked. ”hnhn. Is everything else OK with you?"/ ”Sure, we're doing really well. Jamie is happy with her work and earns a good living here. I'm out with Selina a lot in return“/”hehe, yeah, she's a real daddy's girl apparently,” Detlef said with a smile as he looked down at the little girl.

“And what about you?"/ ”Well, what can I say, Kati is in the prime of puberty and is trying to test her limits. “/ “hehe, and is she successful?”. When he was asked the question, Detlef had to grin a little. “Not as long as Liane is around to stop her"/ ‘hehe, you're probably waiting for her to do something’/ ‘as long as it's not illegal and doesn't harm anyone…’ he replied again, shrugging his shoulders. . *chuckling men*

Christopher then looked questioningly at VJ. But he just smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “I can't say much about children, we're still in the transition phase"/ ”hnhn, really? You know, producing children isn't difficult"/ ‘That's not the point. But we want to work for a while so that we have enough things for the child’/ ‘Hey, if you need anything, just let us know, we still have a lot of baby stuff.’.

“Thanks, but we really want to try and do everything on our own. I can finally put a bit of money aside every now and then"/ ”Oh yes, you work in the garage. How's it going?"/ ”Well, according to my boss, I might even be able to finish my apprenticeship early … And we're getting a pretty cool job in tomorrow, which I'll be able to work on"/ ‘mhm, sounds good’.

Selina made her presence felt because she no longer wanted to play on the hard asphalt and at some point even a toddler runs out of patience. “Well then, let's slowly make our way home again. Will you say goodbye to the two uncles?"/ ‘goo'bye’.… “well, there's still a bit missing, hnhn"/ ”hnhn, it's taking her a bit longer, but she already said daddy today. But we won't tell Mommy yet"/ ”haa, all right. Then have a nice rest of the day and enjoy your beer later"/ ‘thanks, you too’. It's always a welcome change when you bump into familiar faces. A few people from Sunset Valley are still finding it a little difficult to make friends with their new neighbors in Bridgewood.

Later. After they had gone for a long walk, Christopher put his daughter straight to bed at home. Even if she didn't particularly like it. “You'll thank me for that later. You can't imagine how great it is to sleep. Besides, you walked a lot today and ate a huge portion of fruit. So I'm sure you'll be in dreamland in no time. Good night, darling.

15 minutes later, Christopher went into the kitchen, got a glass from the cupboard and poured himself the beer that Detlef had given him. And not another five minutes later, Jamie was home too. “Oh… must have been a good day, hn”. He looked at her over the rim of his glass and grinned. “Mhm.”. Jamie sat down at the table with him. Then she had to smile a little because he still had a bit of foam on his upper lip. He noticed and wiped it away with a smile. “So, how was your shift today?"/ ”Oh, really interesting. I really like the new medical center. There were a few things to complain about, but otherwise it's a good place to work.

“Sounds good. “/ “Yes, and the devices there are all easy to use. Oh, how was your trip?"/ ”Hn, very good. Our girl was her usual good self, played the whole time and later ate a bowl of fruit"/ ‘really?’. Jamie was surprised to hear that.

She was silent for a while and looked at the tabletop with a somewhat saddened expression. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked her, a little worried. “Every time I try to get her excited about something like this, she shuts down."/ ”hnhn, hey, don't be sad about it, okay? I didn't have to ask her, she came up with it herself"/ ”Oh man, she's already making her own decisions. I'm missing out on so much from her, I feel like”.

“You're not, Jamie, don't worry. She's just exploring the world faster than you can keep track of it.” She smiled and nodded in agreement. “Yes, she really is special.” Christopher could hardly bear her melancholy look. And actually, he wanted to keep this one thing to himself, but he couldn't now. “She said Daddy"/ ‘What? Really?’/ ‘Loud and clear, yes, hn’. “You see, these are the kind of moments you want to experience"/ ‘Jamie…’/ ”It's okay, I chose it myself. If there wasn't a constant shortage of staff at the hospital, I'd have more time for our child.” Christopher finished his glass and threw the empty beer bottle in the garbage can.

Jamie stood up too, put the chair back under the table and waited until Christopher had finished. Then he saw her tired, sad eyes again. “hey, come here”. She let herself sink into his warm embrace and sank a little into melancholy. “I love my job, Chris, but sometimes it's just frustrating. I work with the patients and during the breaks I wonder what you two are doing”.

“I've told you before, as long as it's quiet, everything's fine” / ‘But sometimes it's just too quiet for me, Christopher. Why don't you at least send me a picture or two, or a video, that I can look at’. This was something Christopher had rarely done before, as he did less with his smartphone than other people. Now he had an additional, not too difficult task. “OK, I promise”.

After the hug, he looked at her with a smile and stroked her face. “When are you off again?"/ ‘Well, as long as some colleague doesn't get the idea to call in sick… then at the weekend’/ ”No one will call in sick. Let's do something with the little one. Maybe go to the beach?"/ ‘hh, that sounds so good, yes’. He gave her a heartfelt kiss, which she was only too happy to accept. Christopher was a gentle, understanding man who had a lot of patience with her and his child. “O.k.. Now let's go to bed”..

As soon as you have gone to bed and turned out the lights, you fall asleep very quickly, at least most of the time. However, Jamie often can't fall asleep straight away because she thinks a lot. About work, her family, her friends. But she also wanted to finally think about herself again. So she was looking forward to the weekend and hoped that she have enough time with her family.

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @honeywinesims ⭐

[perfidious-prophet]

The fucking things they dont tell you when you fucking start Testosterone.

Yeah, everybody knows about the deeper voice and the dreaded asshair, but these were my unfunny little surprises after 3 months on T. Reminder that shit will always vary from person to person because we're not all clones of each other, whatever.

1. Bottom growth fucking hurts. Sometimes I don't want to wear pants. I knew it would happen, didn't know it'd be so uncomfortable. And it starts fast. Like first dose fast.

2. The irritability goes fucking CRAZY it's like I'm constantly PMSing. I get why dudes punch walls. Oh my god. I know how to keep my anger wraps, but holy shit.

3. On the topic of PMSing. I had temporary worsening of menstrual cramps. Jesus fuck. I was having pain before menstruation started for days, and sometimes just randomly. I hope it doesn't flare up, but it seems to be calming down now. I think my body is freaking out over weird hormone levels.

4. Vocal fatigue. Talking hurts. I expected voice cracks, obviously, but why the fuck does this shit hurt? I don't even want to talk that much anymore. My voice just gives out. It's still deepening, so a win is a win, I guess.

5. Apathy, emptiness, anhedonia, and numbness. My motivation has tanked. I don't fucking care anymore. I just want people to leave me alone so I can take a nap. I already had mental issues before starting T, and I don't think T gave this to me, but it's definitely changed how I feel my mental illnesses. I have to like relearn how to cope and shit. I don't recommend starting hormones if you're an emotionally unstable dumbass like myself. This is literally second puberty, mood swings and teen angst included. I am a volatile, angry little man.

6. Anxiety. Like I said, teen angst. My panic attacks now include intense nausea, which is New and Uncool. Dunno why that happened. But I'm just nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about. I consistently feel like I've forgotten to do homework. I am not even in school anymore. Rad!

7. Psychosis? I had my first intense psychotic break at 14. It lasted 6 months, give or take. I've had shorter episodes on and off since then. My symptoms are stress based. The emotional strain is, naturally, pushing me towards the edge again. I am sure I will explode brilliantly and violently within the weeks to come.

8. Male loneliness is real dudes. Have friends.

9. It's harder to mask. I've been periodically going mute again. I'd never really stopped, but it's more frequent now.

Anyway that's my rant I think.

I'm not telling you not to do hormones. I'm not your dad. But it's not fucking easy. Anyway I have no intention of stopping. I am thuggin that shit out. I had a really really tough time during first puberty, and I suspect I'm going to have issues the second time around.

I am happy with the changes I am experiencing physically. I still feel confident and sure of my identity as a trans man. I am just not very happy about losing control over my mental state again. We'll see how it goes. If I'm lucky, I'll get medicated. I can't afford a therapist right now.

Good luck out there, whoever you are.

[queerofcups]

2, 15, 16, 27, and whatever else you want to say about your iwtv drag AU that I feel very ✨normal✨ about

transfemme lestat anon, is that you 👀.

ok so i'm gonna trade between talking about pearl & oxblood specifically and birth story in general? @skrtomg feel free to tune in as you see fit.

2. How did you come up with the idea?

ok, jesus, sekrit sent me a tweet referring to lestat as a bisexual drag queen and i said wow too bad no one has written a drag au and we've been riffing for like two and a half months now.

quite literally everything i have written has been bc either i or sekrit goes "and then what" and then we answer it, so. yeah!

for pearl & oxblood specifically, i just loved the idea that Louis is bored at this dinner with Armand and he's like...why does this white man have acrylics what is going on here and next thing he knows he's getting hole pics

15. Talk about the characters’ struggles & how you decided on those

Gonna say like 85% of what we've written has some kind've direct or rough analog to something that happened in The Vampire Chronicles, updated for a contemporary & non-vampire setting. Also its kind've weird bc we've only published two fics between us (more to come in the next couple weeks) but we've talked about so so much stuff.

I think Claudia has been one of my favorite characters to write about because as a canon character she lives so far outside the natural rhythms of life. Louis and Lestat get to have puberty and age-appropriate sexual relationships (well. you know amongst other stuff) and become adults. So figuring out how to map show!Claudia's sexual trauma onto AU!Claudia and how that would impact her has been really fun.

Two things sekrit and I have discussed and established is that 1. this is a story about building family & self after/during trauma and 2. we're not interested in writing about perfect survivors or perfect healing journeys. i think sekrit's fic holbein, "the ambassadors," 1533 has a lot of the vibe and ethos we're going for there.

16. Talk about the fic’s biggest moment & how you came up with it

I guess that's the send in the clowns part, yeah? Oh you know. I was thinking about some songs that would work for Lestat's whole thing on stage and I was like oh haha, the harlequin thing, that'd be funny. And then I found out there was a grace jones cover of the song. I'm actually not that good at writing action scenes and have been to maybe 2 drag shows in my life. so writing the performance was a lot of like, youtubing drag queens that play piano and thinking about what kind of some what chintzy antics she'd get up to.

27. Share a piece of lore you made up for the story

Louis smokes American Spirits Medium because the box is the same color as his eyes

[theinsanecrayonbox]

FOP: A New wish e31-36

short bought here huh? that's what we get for a finale i guess. it's so weird having a whole season air in LESS THAN 2 YEARS. ahem, sorry about that ^^; lets get this party started (during a tornado watch!)...and finished a day later because i lost power with LITTERALLY 3 min left of the last episode

Episode 31: Hazel Wells and the Multiverse of Jenkins

is the title a reference? i mean aside from multiverse shenanigans, because holy wow multiverse shenanigans??? i am excite! can i get a cameo?? (please note; this is a joke, i don't seriously think i'm cool enough to be on the creative team's radar*)

wait title cardTHAT is Jenkins?? the beanpole kid with the glasses?? i remember him from the zombie episode

haha Dev's causing trouble because he can, i'm betting Jenkins doesn't have a crush on Hazel at all...and maybe Dev told him the inverse so that's why he's gonna be after her

oh Father Time, because a do-over...like Deja-Vu...eh they're keeping consistent within itself, so i can't complain *glares at s9* hehe the clock poof said "wibbly wobbly"

so many time loops. Hazel is such a disaster girl lol. but those who don't eat the cereal, even the mystical, are affected by the loop, very interesting.

we keep mentioning the daylights savings (which is back an hour, so it's fall season??? what time is it????) at the start of each loop, so i'm sure that'll be a big deal

aww sweet in one loop the hijab girl gets a crush on Hazel

her middle name is Antoinette?

heh everything in the hallway was a metaphor for Hazel's problems. but she learns her lesson with minimal magic. and ha i called it, Dev made it up to annoy her.

so...it wasn't really a multiverse thing, more a time loop.

ah, well, still a good cute short story. we need fun light and easy too. good job.

Episode 32: Growing Pains

synopsis sounds like a standard aging up plot. lets do it

hi big brother. and yay Hazel's love of horror movies returns!

hey a canon teen Hazel, that saves me time. but lol "your neck is longer" way to call out the stylization lol

hey is that Dinkleberg as the theater cashier???? also Chinfinity War poster

but teenager shenanigans montage. ok cool. more punk goth girls, this time it's Hazel. huh

pasta puberty? o...kay...it's fairy puberty...o....kay...you guys never put any other godkid who wished up their ages through this

heh pads. this show is great

and her pasta pits are working like octo-legs. why does FOP have so many Spiderman connections/themes/allusions???

dawwww such a sweet comforting, realistic talk with her parent

and a gross button to end on. eh, not so bad.

this was another fun light episode. again, minimal magic to fix it, main character learns a growing up life lesson. good stuff.

Episode 33: Fairy for a Day

synopsis sounds like the episode where Tim wishes to be Cosmo and Wanda's fairy godparent who's title i can't seem to find right now...

old Jorgen design!! and Fairy Con??? but Cosmo Con said it was held every millennium...or was that only because of how long Binky was spinning?

i would want that shirt, not gonna lie

ah she's not being an actual fairy, she's cosplaying to sneak into a con. mkay

wow, we're actually bringing up magical backup...and death memorials...what are you show? (that third one isn't me right O.o no...that doesn't look like how i've ever drawn me, but the 8s....)

Hazel don't you know never to sign contracts with the fae?? now she's a real fairy...with starry glitter hair...huh *makes superverse notes* and kids can't wish to be fairies? uh yeah they have; is that another rule Tim had made?

Anti-Hazel???? cool! why she has a backwards name though, that was unique to Peri and Irep...but i guess since they were the first *new* fairies in a bazillion years, maybe the backwards names is what the newer gen of anti-fairies is doing.

i don't have much commentary on the magic battle to get the paper back, it's pretty ok. and everything is fixed and reset to one by the end. it's a fun magical romp, good one.

Episode 34: Stuck in my Head

synopsis sounds almost like parts of Imaginary Gary???

oh Hazel, it is just a silly internet quiz, don't sweat it ^^;

ok he inner mind is a museum. both works to info dump which is eth goal, but also since she's such a bookworm and organized, it also fits-

SHE WANTS TO CREATE A COMICBOOK SERIES????? and she writes poetry? Hazel, baby girl, i love you sweet child

why was Vizolia (sp?) here?

can't wish away Hazel's mindworm huh? can't remove her negativity huh? despite...having done that before with Tim in Emotion Commotion (not that it ended well sure, but still), or Vicky Looses Her Icky, or even earlier this season with Jasmine's fears in Fearless (though i guess it just manifested the fears she still had them)

but hey, defeating it with the power of positive thinking as taught by her mom, that's a good lesson to teach. good story.

Episode 35: Mind the Gap

oh boy Tooth returns. how's her design going to be wildly different like most of returning characters...

hey follow up on Patty Possum...well sort of, we got distracted lol

oh look, Tooth has no design change. weird since we changed everyone else that's reappeared

talking teeth...ok...who speak in teeth puns

haha the line! "How'd you do X-thing? "Uh...internet?" lol i love it, 10/10 A+

ah i think i see where this is going, Toothica, being an artificial tooth is just totally fake in all her actions/words

that joke wasn't funny...especially with the pause for laughter part...maybe that was the joke?

the logistics on how a tooth sets a mouth up as a rave and invite other teeth is...dumb to unravel. so let's just marvel that the colosseum setup in Fairy World still exists

of course the bad guy outs themself and the day is saved and we reset to one. it was an ok episode.

Episode 36: The Battle of Big Wand

a double (30 min) length episode for a finale huh? and the title does sound fitting for such an event. 1 millionth wish huh/ sounds almost like something muffin worthy....which yeah, why are there so many ways to get a rule free wish when they are so no-no?? (it's almost like fae rules make no sense lol)

heh they're padding her wish count to get her to hit the goal

new math thinking meme screencap please

heh 39-40 times, because it's episode 36

oooo evil-fied Fairy World looks cool

wait, did Dev take everything over OFF SCREEN?? please tell me they'll show us how as the ep progresses via flashback, because that's some really big development to do OFF SCREEN (*grumbles about Marvel*)

ok we are getting a montage explanation...sort of. i feel like Dev taking over ad teaming up with Irep could've been an episode in itself.

Dev misnamed Wanda Pam. funny...and kinda close to Pan, which i named Blonda "Panda" after Cosmo's datebook misnaming Wanda that in Dog's Day Out...hm....

oh he's evil gloating to the world. welp, you just revealed Fairies and magic to the world at large (heh Crocker cameo, also AJ), so if he wasn't in control of the Big Wand i'm sure he'd be loosing Peri and mind wiping right about now. Dev why you slide back so hard into antagonist? you were doing so well! another episode would've helped flesh that slide, just saying

hey Patty and not-Timmy too

heh Dale just praising Dev because he's the new overlord

oh we brought up magical backup because Peri is dying. wow

Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda!

Pet Cemetery joke??? O.o Show! i love you so much

pffft thank you! everyone DID notice the magical stuff and just didn't bother pointing it out. but they did think it was weird.

gotta make some calls for backup at the commercial break huh? you gonna call in the previous wishes? or are we gonna get Timmy...

oh back to the evil lair, guess we'll find out when they attack

see Dev isn't evil and wanted world domination, he just wanted to be noticed and validated, like always. Dale wanting world domination follows

ah yeah she called in all the wishes

Anti-Fairies should love broccoli, why is that a bad thing?

dawww Peri telling Dev he loves him, Dev gives the key. he is really a good kid, just like i've been saying he doesn't know what he wants so he can't be pleased. and Cosmo even said it! dawwww

magical backup was never that fast acting before...is it sped up because the Big Wand is off so there's no syphoning to help mitigate?

so...was restoring Fairy World her rule-free wish? since it was the next wish granted?

dawwww Dev willing to take responsibility and punishment. but he is mind wiped

oh no it wasn't the next wish was auto rule-free, you have to state you're using it. and it's to let her friends remember magic...huh, that could be an interesting dynamic for a s2, the only time we've had others remember magic were when they were antagonists (Remy) or co-protagonist (Chloe). plus, with Dev mind wiped, the chance for that to get undone is also looming. so we got plot threads we can follow up on

and yes Peri, a fart joke...i do hope for a s2 too because this series was actually very fun!

i think towards the start i said this was sort of a do-over for what they tried for Chloe, and to a degree...yeah still is. you can see the shared elements, but by removing Hazel from Timmy, it made it work so much better. as i say, i actually loved Chloe but she was a huge well of missed potential, and Hazel seems to have learned from that and made it work.

i am quite ok with New Wish being the prime timeline continuation, and i hope it continues to thrive...for at least another season (we don't wanna ram it into the ground repeatedly like we did the original series after all)

[vandalizingyourschool]

whooo i dont have a binder so i made one or if old cycling shorts but they kept slipping off bcuz there was nth keeping it up like straps ANNNDDDDD bcuz of dysphoria i wore it when my mom forced me out of the house to cycle

Btw i just recovered from a really bad cold and I had been having like wheezing cough fits so like the dumass I was i went out and actually exercised instead of just sitting in the corner where my parents wouldn't see

Oooo and more context when my puberty was starting and my meat sacs we're enlarging I used to eat a lot so that my stomach would be the same size and id have a dad bod (basically smth masc) like I didn't realise at the time but yeah. But now they've like INFLATED so that doesn't work anymore and when I wear like anything even a bit tight it looks like o.o and I hate it so if feels horrible when I don't feel like exercising

So yeah I went out, exercised in a binder, with a throat infection and a cold and after 2 rounds i couldn't breathe and i was gasping from my mouth bcuz my nose was blocked bcuz it has been raining like ALOT for the past week and it was freezing outside and i was sweating and my ears were blocked and hurting bcuz id been blasting rock music through my headphones to keep away thoughts wheeeee and guess what I'm still exercising and then it starts raining so i run back home bcuz I'm outside and yeah I mutter smth even i cnt remember bcuz my mom asked me smth and then I drag myself up to my room which is like five flights of stairs and then I'm so dizzy I'm about to collapse everything is blacking out and now I'm just sitting at my desk even though I'm supposed to be taking a shower i forgot about that