#sabrina the poodle

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Tom & Jerry the Movie alternate scenario idea

I thought of this idea among my idea of a cat raising a human child. Imagine if Daddy Starling did not survive after all and Tom decided to be Robyn's surrogate father instead. Weird but cute, right?

And in addition to that, imagine if he and Sabrina the poodle (grown to be full anthros, though still shorter than her) adopt Robyn after her parents died in this alternate universe, and Sabrina does not end up with Spike.

I honestly think there should be some film with a human child having a male cat and a female dog for adoptive parents, especially after Mr. Peabody adopted a human boy.

[awholelotofladybug]

The Vet: A Stammering Adrien AU Moment

Based on this AU

It's a busy day at the vet's office. Adrien and Nathalie, Sabrina and Roger, Marinette and Sabine, and Chloe and Audrey are all there with their pets for one reason or another.

Buddy: *whimpers*

Adrien: *snuggling him* Aw, I know, B-B-B-Buddy. The vet's no fun, huh?

Marinette: *holding Enzo* What's wrong with Buddy?

Nathalie: *petting Buddy* Oh, he's just a little fussy because he just had his checkup. The poor thing is so nervous around vets.

Sabine: Aw, poor baby.

Adrien: Yeah, but he was a good boy, so he gets a treat later.

Sabine: That's good.

Marinette: *to Enzo* Hear that, Enzo? Good puppies get treats, and so do good kitties. So be a good kitty for you worm check, okay?

Enzo: *meow*

Marinette: *looks to Chloe and Sabrina* What about you guys? What's up with Rex and Sophie?

Chloe: Well, Rex is getting fixed today.

Sabrina: And we've noticed that he and Sophie spent a lot of time together these past few weeks, so...

*Roger and Audrey come out of the vet's rooms.*

Chloe: Rex?

Audrey: He needs to stay overnight, but the vet says he'll be just fine.

Chloe: *gives a relieved sigh* Okay.

Sabrina: And Sophie?

Roger: *smiling* The tests came back positive.

Sabrina: *becomes star-eyed* You mean...

Roger: That's right! Sophie is going to have puppies!

*All the girls in the waiting room give a collective squeal*

Vet: *to a drowsy Rex* Congratulations, Rex. You're going to be a father.

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

It was their anniversary yesterday and I didn’t have the time to draw anything special for them. So here’s the first time Tom and Sabrina met.

I don’t need to watch the full episode. This is the episode.

[bed-chemist]

❝i got the flavor that lasts❞

a/n: liv walks up to the stage. a random cough cuts through the otherwise silent crowd. she taps the mic, causing deafening feedback. “is this thing still on?” she asks, but no one laughs…

Chapter Summary: Chef Joel cooks up a Christmas surprise while the sweetest baker makes a terrifying discovery.

Chapter Warnings: language, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), symptoms of anxiety and depression, panic attacks, side character in a relationship involving domestic violence (main character notices bruises and they have a conversation about it), smut, slight breeding kink if you squint, fluff, comfort, lmk if i forgot something.

Series Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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The day starts the same as any other. My first vibration-only alarm rumbles beneath my pillow, and I quickly shut it off. I grumble as I disconnect my limbs from Joel’s, reluctantly pulling myself out of bed. An invisible string yanks my body into the bathroom to prepare for the day. When I look over my shoulder, Joel shifts in the bed until his back faces me. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I process the ping of annoyance in my brain. If you drop a pin, I’m awake. But if you drop a house on Joel, he’d just readjust the foundation’s position.

I quickly prepare for the day, not showering to keep Joel’s scent on me. My curls are unruly, so I grab my spritz bottle and some leave-in conditioner to breathe life into it again. Once my curls look presentable, I grab a scrunchie to secure a half-up, half-down ponytail. When I pull my hair tight, my arms fall to my side.

The bright light above the mirror makes me squint when I look in. The only thing I see when I look back is my poodle-shaped hairstyle, and I snort. Shaking my head, I walk away from the mirror so I don't pick myself apart.

Slipping out of the bathroom, I tip-toe back to Joel, whose back is still towards me. His breathing remains slow as I sink into the mattress on my knees. I extend my body over him, reaching for my phone on the charger next to his head. His hot breath fans over my hand while I’m fumbling with the charger that won't let go of my phone.

A curse leaves my lips, and I drop my phone into the mattress, opting to forget about it when, just then, my second alarm starts going off. ‘Busy Woman’ by Sabrina Carpenter fills the room, causing Joel to jolt awake. His hard body collides with mine, sending me flying off the edge of the bed.

A shrill cry leaves echoes back to me off the walls when my butt nearly hits the floor, but Joel’s hands are already on me. He quickly pulls me to safety and back into him. My chest rises and falls quickly, out of breath from shock. “Do you know you’re the clumsiest person I’ve ever met?” Joel asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m working on it.” I flash a smile, and he returns it, flushing my cheeks. No matter how long we’ve known each other, he still causes a flurry of butterflies in my stomach. “Can you turn that off?” I ask, pointing to the loud noise that my phone is emitting.

He nods, hitting the button before returning his attention to me. The air between us is thick with sexual tension, and his eyes burn a smooth hole through my head. “What?” I ask, hoping he’ll speak first and let me off the hook.

His palms make contact with my upper thighs, causing me to freeze. He inches his way up to my hips until he’s gripping my waist deliciously. He lifts slightly before flipping us both until I’m on my back beneath him. “I love waking up with you,” he rasps, dipping his head down to pepper kisses on my face. I let out a light giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck. “It’s different every time,” he murmurs with his lips on my cheek.

He pulls back slightly, allowing me to keep him close. “Me too,” I smile, attempting to sit up and give him a peck on the lips.

His head jerks back, and my brows knit on my head. He’s never actively dodged a kiss from me. Maybe it’s his morning breath, but I don’t care. I pull him down closer to close the gap, but he puts his hands on my forearms, disconnecting my hold on him.

A ping of worry hits my chest, and I’m already attempting to sit up more, but Joel blocks my way. “Let’s move in together,” he exclaims.

My breathing is restricted, and my mouth dries. My temples tighten, and energy moves from my head to my toes. “Joel,” I manage to squeak.

“We can stay here or at mine until we find a bigger place for all of us, but,” he starts.

My eyes blink rapidly, trying to shake myself out of the hyperfocus I’ve put on Joel’s dark silhouette this early morning. “You can’t be serious,” I scoff.

Joel’s face scrunches, almost as if my statement offended him. “Why not?” he questions.

I sigh, allowing my eyes to roll naturally. It’s far too early in the morning to converse like this with a man who excels in weaponizing his ignorance. “Firstly, it’s five thirty in the morning. Secondly, we’ve only been dating for a month. Third, we just had this conversation on Friday,” I put plainly.

“We’ve known each other for six,” I hear him counter while my eyes drill holes into the ceiling.

As if that makes things more acceptable. My eyes narrow at Joel’s, and I almost get lost swimming in his espresso-colored eyes. “Meeting someone and knowing them is different from dating someone.”

His fingers move a curl off my shoulder until my neck is fully exposed to him. His fingertips ghost over my pulse, drawing mindless lines into my skin. “It's not for me. Couldn't stop thinkin’ about you, Sugar,” he confesses.

I try not to let my disbelief in his words show, but I know my face is slipping. Although, he can’t expect me to be bubbly right now when the birds just started chirping outside. “You’re a liar,” I taunt.

“Serious as a heart attack. Every time Leo came in, I’d ask about you. Thought ‘bout you every steak I flipped,” he grunts, shifting closer to put his face in my neck. His scruff tickles my neck, and his morning face's rasp makes me smile. Leo never said anything about his meetings with Joel after my birthday, although I know they took place. “How could I forget the gorgeous woman who gave me my first one-star review,” he asks rhetorically, pressing a warm kiss to the pulse point he identified just moments ago.

He nips at my skin with his tongue following shortly after, warming the painfully delicious sensation. “You’re playing dirty,” I utter breathlessly.

He continues down my neck to my collarbone, looking up at me through his long lashes. “’m not playin’ at all. Would make me feel better if we moved in together,” he seduces.

My head tilts to the side, and I subconsciously run my hands through his curly locks. “What do you mean?”

“Knowing you’re safe and alive in our bed. I’ll finally be able to breathe,” Joel exhales against my chest. Then it clicks for me; he’s referencing our conversation from last night. Our heads faced each other under the Sunday moonlight as we engaged in the most profound pillow talk I’ve ever experienced. He told me about Sarah’s death, explaining that it was sudden. He hadn’t known she was struggling with depression before she took her life. When he found her he became inconsolable.

I cried so much Friday that I’m still dehydrated. The ten minutes after Joel opened up to me only made recovering now worse. I relate to him because I’ve been obsessed with my friends and family driving safely since my parent’s accident. Even though I know they were driving safely as they always were, sometimes freak accidents happen. It still doesn’t shake my uneasy feeling when I haven’t heard from a loved one in a while.

With Joel, he always needs to watch me fall asleep first. He doesn’t say it, but I know that’s why he sleeps so hard in the morning; a weight releases from his shoulders when I make it through the night. He always tells me to close my eyes, and I become exhausted when my head hits the pillow. I guess that’s the point; Joel’s request is connected to Sarah’s situation. At the moment, I’m unsure if moving in with him would ease his anxiety or offer him a crutch to not work through his issues.

After I cleaned myself up, we sat in the book nook and talked about our futures together. Joel told me that I was it for him. If things don’t work with me, there’s no one else he’d be willing to try with. He confessed he didn’t feel he could handle getting close to another person.

I knew I felt the same way, but a frog seemed to get caught in my throat at the time. He comforted me by telling me I didn’t need to say anything. My head just swayed to the side, fogging up the glass of the tiny corner of my room. I allowed him to usher me to bed shortly after, content with not pushing him towards sleeping either.

Suddenly, I want to run. I want to sprint far away from a life of comfort with Joel and Ellie. I want to throw the specimen of pure sex off my body and bolt. In my head, Maddie’s voice mutters, “Savor this moment. Do not let your urge to run ruin the love of your life asking you to move in.”

I assume Joel takes my frozen silence as a no, and he lifts his head, looking at me with hurt eyes. “Say you’ll move in with me, Sugar,” he half pleads. “’m gettin’ old, Sugar, and I want to start a life with you.”

A snort leaves my nose, and I slap his shoulder with amusement. “You’re not getting old. You’re only thirty-two,” I say through a fit of giggles.

“And if we start now, I’ll be fifty when our first kid graduates high school,” he deadpans.

More laughter slips through my lips to his apparent dismay. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you about this kind of stuff?” I question him. Typically, the woman comes to the man about getting too old.

His nose scrunches, and I search his face for the answer. “Is this about what El said last night?” I add.

Before we escaped to the seclusion of my bedroom last night, Ellie mentioned something about always wanting a sibling. The thought made my stomach churn, and I wasn’t quite sure where Joel stood before our deep conversation. Now, I’m wondering if her teenage words got to him.

He shakes his head, answering before his mouth can correct himself. “Well, yeah,” he bashfully looks away.

My hands slide up to his warm cheeks, bringing his attention back to me. “You seem conflicted,” I point out.

He sighs, looking over my shoulder at the electric clock on my nightstand. “You’re right, it’s early. Forget I asked,” he crawls off me, his disappointment emitted from his body. He slunks into the bathroom like a sad puppy, with the door smacking the pane when he slides it shut. A sigh leaves my lips, and I let my eyes float towards the ceiling.

This is not how I wanted to be: so guarded that I can’t let him in. I want to give myself to him because I subconsciously know he’ll keep me safe. But similarly to him, the last time I let someone in, they left me. While I’m prone to running, he’s prone to clinging.

I let my thoughts mull for a bit before sitting up fully. There’s not a sound decision I can come to without coffee, so I walk over to my keys. Sliding out to the hallway, I’m careful to creep past where Ellie’s still sleeping in the guest room. I realize my attempts are futile seconds later when Toph and Katara start crying through the door. When my head turns to look towards the door, their tiny paws claw underneath the seal to be let out for the morning.

As if my body is put in reverse, I slightly crack Ellie’s door, allowing the kittens their freedom. The fact that she’s still asleep gives me time to start their morning routine of breakfast and water, and I enjoy the moment of silence. It only takes me a few minutes to finish the tasks when Joel walks into the kitchen.

He silently slides past me, his face undetectable. He grabs his keys and wallet from the counter, sliding them into his back pockets. Tension fills the room as I stand on my toes to grab my travel mug from the cupboards. Once the pink mug is secured underneath my arm, I return to Joel. “Do you have time to go get coffee with me?”

He extends his arm to scratch the back of his neck. “Tommy wants to have a staff meeting before we open, but I’ll walk you out, Sugar,” he excuses himself.

I check the clock above the kitten’s food bowl, which they’re busy devouring. “At six am?” I ask, slightly calling out the lie.

He puts his hand on the small of my back, ushering me towards coat hooks. “Yes,” he answers curtly.

I don’t argue, watching him take my jacket off the hook. He methodically opens the garment, holding it out for me. I quickly slip into it, turning around to face him. “The restaurant opens at eleven…” I let my suspicion slip.

He glares at me, running a hand through his short curls. “Damn, Ginny. Are you tryin' to ruin the surprise?” he questions, seemingly frustrated.

My ears perk up. “What surprise? I don’t like surprises,” I inform him. The last surprise I got was when I was sixteen. I nearly had a heart attack then, so I have no faith in the outcome of Joel’s surprise.

He turns his back towards me, grabbing his jacket. “Your Christmas present,” he states, dejected, towards the wall.

A sigh of relief leaves my body. Not that I thought Joel was the cheating type; I just didn’t want to question my unwavering trust in him. “Oh, no, I wasn’t. What is it?” I try to coax him into telling me.

He looks over his shoulder, eyebrow raised. “What do you want it to be?” he asks with a smirk.

I shrug, kicking my feet towards my shoes. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’d care, as long as it’s from you,” I tell him honestly.

Stepping into the winter boots, I quickly sit on the bench to lace them up. Joel watches me struggle for one second, and he’s getting on the ground, lifting my calf in his hand. He props my foot into his knee, lacing the shoe methodically. “What do you need for Christmas, Sugar? What’s the one thing you’ve never had before?” he asks.

My bottom lip rolls between my teeth. The one thing I always needed was someone to share the romantic aspects of the holidays with. I always dreamed of wearing matching pajamas with my partner and watching Christmas movies together. I had a boyfriend years ago when my parents were alive, but he never wanted to do any of that stuff.

Joel is the first person who’s given me anything I ask of under the guise of making me happy. I’ve never experienced this much love for a person other than my mom and dad. My feelings seep through my pores, and I become antsy with my reply. “You,” I blurt, drunk on a love-induced haze.

He double knots the shoelace, pausing to check his work. “Well, you have me,” he points out. He puts my foot down, moving to the right one. But something seems to be itching at him.

Suddenly, Joel stops moving, and his eyes anchor on mine. Lightening strikes the space between us, and the universe places an impenetrable bubble. The silence doesn’t last more than a breath, but when Joel licks his lips, I’m nearly leaning into him with anticipation of a kiss.

The pads of his calloused fingers brush against the back of my calf, squeezing lightly. “I love you, Imogen Scott,” Joel voices confidently.

My heart rate quickens and my palms become sweaty, slipping as I grip the edge of the bench. “Joel,” I start before I’m cut off.

Joel shifts closer between my legs. “Let me finish ‘fore I lose my nerve. Throughout this whole thing, I’ve been unsure ‘bout myself. But I know damn well that I love you.” The strength in his voice sends a thrill through me.

I swallow hard, trying to steady myself. “You care ‘bout me, and Ellie. Hell, you even look out for Tommy,” he adds before I can respond. A soft chuckle escapes me; it’s the first sound I’ve made in a while. “You’re kind and talented. You smell like sunshine and flowers. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to know you,” he continues.

His words wrap around me like warm sunlight. “You treat Ellie like she’s your daughter; we’d be lost without you. I’ve been meanin’ to say this, but I can’t hold it back anymore. You’re the one I wanna spend the rest of my life with,” he finishes, leaving me momentarily speechless.

As his words settle in, tears well in my eyes, and an overwhelming joy washes over me. I gently take his face in my hands, feeling the warmth of his skin. “You don’t have to say nothin’ back,” he says softly, trying to calm me.

I shake my head, trying to get my thoughts together before I burst. “You don’t get to tell me how-how to react, Joel Miller, and right now, all I can think about is how much I-I love you. I love that you’re a leader and how analytical you are. I especially love how amazing of a father you are to Ellie. You care for me and her more than yourself. Your sacrifices don’t go unnoticed,” I stammer.

Joel’s smile is brighter than I’ve ever seen it before. His face is turning a beautiful shade of pink the longer we confess our love to each other. “I love how your brows furrow and the veins pop out in your arms when you're frustrated. You’re my best friend, and I’m pretty sure I’d starve without you. Not to mention the best sex I’ve ever had,” I joke at the end, and he chuckles.

I take a deep breath to speak more confidently. My nerves don’t subside, but I continue anyway. “I love how you make me feel special and wanted. You’re everything to me, Joel. Absolutely everything,” I emphasize at the end, hoping my words can convey how I feel for him.

He nods, and his hands slide up my thighs to pull me to the edge of the bench. “Come here, Sugar,” his arms snaking around my back. His lips crush mine so hard that our teeth click on each other. Neither of us cares, taking the time to let our tongues explore each other’s mouths. A rushing heat strikes my core, and I squirm in his hold. The taste of his tongue is so intoxicating that I have to keep myself from moaning.

My head tilts back, allowing him more access, and I lose myself in the kiss. Annoyingly, the voice in my head reminds me his daughter is right down the hall. We’re trying to leave for work soon, and now is not the time to have a quickie. I want us to take our time and relish in the ability to make love finally. But Joel’s dominance doesn’t relent, pressing me tighter into him. He swallows a mewl from me, and my body becomes sticky in the winter coat.

I break the kiss to breathe and cool the furnace blazing between us. I let out a breathy laugh, and my thoughts begin to wander. I’ve never felt so relieved now that he knows how I feel about him. My thumb ghosts over his plump pink bottom lip, and he kisses the pad.

Now that we’ve said the fateful three words to each other, I feel more at ease with the thought of us living together. There’s only been a handful of times since we had sex the first time that we haven’t stayed the night with each other. My schedule practically revolves around Ellie’s, so we might as well blend our lives thoroughly.

“I’ll think about us moving in together, but only after the holidays,” I say firmly.

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he murmurs, returning to lace up my boot as if he hadn’t just shared something significant. I take in the muscles of his body, noting what I’ll tell him I love later.

He finishes lacing and stands with a grunt, leaving me on the bench to grab my gloves. Once they’re snug, he ties his boots, ignoring any extra layers as he prepares to face the storm. He pulls me up from the bench, linking our hands. I can't help but worry; he could get sick out there.

As he leads me toward the door, I watch his back muscles flex while he pushes it open. “Do you think El will be okay alone while I go get coffee?” I ask, concerned about leaving the teenager sleeping without anyone around when she wakes.

“She’ll be just fine. You need fuel,” Joel replies, ushering me into the stairwell. He reaches back to grab my pink earmuffs before shutting the door.

He quickly turns to me, and I pull my hair back to let him do whatever he needs. “So do you. You still have work after whatever you’re planning,” I retort, gesturing to him with my hand.

He seizes the moment to grab mine, pulling me down the stairs. “I’m fine. I can make somethin’ later,” he reassures me as my worries spill out. I know he can cook; I can’t, which makes his concern clear.

We make it to the bottom of the stairwell, and Joel pulls me closer to him when I step out into the cold. “What are we having for dinner?” I ask, looking far ahead into the future.

The slush forms around our boots with every step down the alley, “Was thinkin’ tortellini. Ain’t had it in a while,” he says, his drawl slow and easy.

My smile beams bright and I squeeze his side. “I love you,” I remind him. Pasta is my second favorite after burgers and fries; we had that for dinner last night. On top of that, no one, and I mean no one, makes pasta like Joel. The fact that he’s constantly making my favorite meals is a sentiment that makes my heart skip a beat.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as a smile spreads across his lips. “I love you too, Sugar,” he says proudly, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on my dry lips.

I relish the warmth in my heart as we turn the corner at the end of the building, stepping out toward the street. Joel frowns and shifts around me, positioning himself between me and the oncoming traffic. “Imogen,” he murmurs, his tone low.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” I reply, adjusting the mug slipping under my arm.

We approach the street corner by the coffee shop, and Joel presses the crossing signal button. I exhale, my breath visible in the frigid air, trying to move my legs like a little cricket to generate some warmth. Sensing my shivers, Joel wraps his arms around my shoulders. I lean into him, closing my eyes and ignoring the biting cold on my face.

When the signal changes, we quickly cross in front of the inviting glow of the coffee shop sign.

“I’ll text you and Ellie after the lunch rush, Sugar. Be careful out there,” he says, smoothing down my curls. He kisses my temple, and his cologne envelops me like a familiar cardigan, making me lose track of time by the nearly revolving door.

I raise an eyebrow when our gazes meet. “With what? Measuring the ingredients?”

He pulls me close, holding the front of my coat. “You know what I mean. Holiday shoppers are wild, Ginny,” he replies, leaving me with no room to argue.

As he steps back, I immediately start rubbing my legs for warmth. He opens the door for me, practically nudging me into the cozy coffee shop. I turn to wave goodbye, but he’s already jogging down the street.

With a heavy sigh, I turn to absorb the atmosphere of the bustling coffee shop. The space is cramped, with only a few small tables and a narrow bar against the window, barely accommodating the ever-growing line snaking out the door. The shop offers no food selections or reading materials, and the ambient lighting creates a cozy ambiance that contrasts sharply with the blinding glare of the snow outside.

As I wait, my thoughts drift to the holiday cookies I need to bake today per the suggestion from my social media manager. She insists that livestreaming my baking sessions could significantly boost traffic to the store. I’m intrigued by the idea, picturing a vibrant online audience watching as I mix, frost, and decorate, but I can’t shake the nerves.

Finally, I reach the front of the line, only to realize I still haven’t spotted Willow, the shop's owner. Usually, she’s a whirlwind of energy, darting between tables and the counter, especially during the holiday rush. Just as I’m about to ask the barista about her, an electrifying presence fills the room, shifting the air around me.

A sharp squeal pierces the chatter, and I mentally note to introduce Willow to Madi. Both women have an uncanny ability to light up any room they enter, and I can’t help but think they would make an unstoppable pair. “Is that my favorite baker?” Willow’s voice rings out proudly as she emerges from behind the counter, her arms outstretched for a warm embrace.

“Hi, Will,” I say, smiling into her hold. The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon envelops me. Once we step back, I ask, “How are you?”

“I’m good! It’s been a while since Joel’s been getting your coffee every morning,” she teases, giving me a playful nudge.

My cheeks flush at the suggestion that Joel has been picking up coffee for me daily. Since he started, my interactions with Willow have dwindled. I know they’ve developed a friendship, chatting about smart business strategies and sharing ideas, which I’m glad for—Joel needs someone to brainstorm with, especially since Tommy and I lack that business-minded focus.

Tucking my cold hands into the depths of my pockets, I reply, “I know, I felt like I needed to show my face.”

Willow darts behind the counter, effortlessly replacing the cashier and assigning them another task. She reminds me of a more polished version of myself, navigating her responsibilities with grace. Organized and innovative, her creativity shines through in her unique coffee concoctions. “The usual?” she inquires, raising an eyebrow, her playful curiosity evident.

“Yes, please,” I murmur, lowering my gaze, not wanting to draw the attention of the bustling coffee shop around us.

My feet shuffle forward as I pull my wallet from my coat pocket, the chill of the air biting at my skin. Willow purses her lips, shaking her head firmly. “It’s on the house,” she insists, her voice warm yet authoritative.

I shake my head vigorously, determined to assert my independence. “No, it’s not. Mine was at least $6. Let me pay you,” I plead, urgency creeping into my voice.

Willow narrows her eyes at me, her tone sharp and playful. “Ginny, don’t you dare.”

The sudden shift in her demeanor catches me off guard, and I instinctively raise my hands in surrender. But as she turns away to set my cup at the front of the line, I seize the opportunity, quickly swiping a twenty from my wallet and sneakily dropping it into the tip jar.

Stepping to the side, I wait as she chats with her colleagues, the warmth of the shop contrasting with the chill outside. When Willow finally joins me, her expression shifts, and she begins, “I want to talk to you about something.”

My body fills with concern as I scan her from head to toe, the frantic energy of the moment tightening my chest. “Okay, are you alright?” I ask, urgency lacing my voice.

“Yeah, it’s nothing personal. I was just wondering if you had time to look at the proposal I sent you last week. I didn’t hear anything about it,” she replies, her tone steady yet tinged with disappointment.

A wave of shame washes over me as I recall our casual conversation about starting a bookstore café together. We had dreamt aloud, imagining a cozy space brimming with romance novels, my pastries nestled beside her expertly brewed coffee. It was the perfect haven for book clubs and events I’d longed to host at Daylight, but which had never attracted enough interest.

As I speak, my gaze inadvertently drifts to Willow’s neck. I squint, my heart sinking as I take in the unmistakable dark bruises mottling her skin just below her jaw. They stand out sharply against her complexion, like a warning sign. A cold knot of concern twists in my stomach. Despite our camaraderie, an unsettling feeling creeps in when her boyfriend is around—a lingering doubt that makes me question everything.

“Oh um, sorry I’ve been busy. I must’ve forgotten to look at the email,” I say, forcing my focus back to her words, though the sight of those bruises looms in my mind.

“Will you at least consider it when you open it?” she asks, her eyes searching mine.

I hesitate, a blush creeping into my cheeks as I shrug. Daylight was my first venture, one I had nurtured mostly alone, and the thought of sharing control was daunting. “I don’t know. Starting a new business sounds stressful, especially since we just got out of the red,” I admit, my worries now tinged with a deeper concern for her.

Willow bites her plum lips, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. She nods slightly, and I can see the glimmer of hope begin to dim.

Leaning in closer, I lower my voice, ensuring it’s just for her. “But can I get back to you after the holidays?” I propose, wanting to keep the door open.

Her face brightens with a small smile. “For sure, we can meet at Daylight, and I’ll bring the coffee,” she responds, her enthusiasm returning. “Speaking of, I think yours is coming up,” she adds, glancing toward the counter, where the barista is preparing my drink.

When she crosses in front of me, my gaze drifts back to those bruises. She returns a couple moments later with my cup, but I still can’t shake the concern gnawing at me. “Willow,” I say, my voice softening, “can I ask… what happened to your neck?”

At the mention of her bruises, Willow’s demeanor shifts. Her smile falters, and I notice her eyes flicker with a hint of nervousness. She waves a hand dismissively, but I can see the tension in her posture. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just a little mishap,” she says, her voice too light, too rehearsed.

But I can’t let it go. “It doesn’t look like nothing. Are you sure you’re okay?” My eyes search hers, hoping for honesty.

She hesitates, the flicker of vulnerability in her gaze making my heart race. “Really, Ginny, I’m fine. Just clumsy, you know?”

I don’t believe her. The tension hangs heavy, and the doubt lingers between us. “If you need to talk about anything, I’m here,” I say, my voice firm but gentle, unwilling to drop the subject entirely.

“I know, and thank you,” she responds, her voice barely above a whisper.

Willow’s smile looks plastered on, strained at the edges, as she blinks a couple of times, attempting to shake off the weight of our previous conversation. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her sweater. “So, what are you and Joel doing for the holidays?” she quickly changes the subject, her voice a touch too bright.

I take a breath, eager to share a bit of our plans. “We have an obligation to go to Christmas dinner at my friend Madi’s house since Joel is her family’s holiday chef. They’re loaded. But after that, we’ll probably come back to the city. Do you and your boyfriend have plans?” I reply, noting the way her eyes flicker, as if she’s gauging my reaction.

Willow’s gaze drops for a moment, her enthusiasm fading. “I’m not sure. We usually just stay here for all the holidays because my family is in Seattle,” she says, her voice trailing off, the cheeriness dimming as she speaks.

I step a bit closer, feeling a sense of urgency. “Is it just going to be the two of you?” I quickly ask, my eagerness to extend an invitation evident in my tone.

“Yeah,” she sighs glumly, the weight of that single word hanging between us like a fog. I can’t help but feel a sense of dread. I wonder if Josh might have something to do with the bruises on her neck. The thought unsettles me; I want to pull her away from him. I know Joel would never do something like this to me, but I can’t be sure about Josh.

Firming my resolve, I want to bring her some holiday cheer. “You should come with us to Christmas dinner at Madi’s and come over the next morning for breakfast,” I suggest, my heart racing at the thought of her joining us.

Willow shakes her head, looking conflicted. “Oh no, I can’t crash your Christmas,” she protests, but I can see a flicker of interest in her eyes.

“Yes, you can. You can finally meet all the people I talk about,” I insist, feeling the urge to pull her into our festive circle.

Her expression falters again, and I can tell she’s weighing her options. “I don’t know. Josh might be in a mood. Can I let you know later?” she replies, her voice uncertain, and I sense a hesitation beneath her words.

I offer a reassuring smile, trying to ease her worries. “Yeah, of course. Joel cooks the whole day before and he’s making more than enough food for everyone to go for thirds,” I reassure her, hoping to dispel her doubts and get her out of that situation.

“Okay, thanks for the invite,” she says, a hint of warmth returning to her tone, though I can still see the uncertainty lingering in her eyes.

I glance at my watch, knowing I need to head out. “Of course. I have to actually go work now,” I say, shifting my weight, ready to break away.

“Boo,” she replies, a playful pout crossing her lips, her momentary lightness lifting my spirits.

“I know. But I’ll text you!” I say, a smile creeping back onto my face, glad to see her lighten up even just a bit.

“Sounds good,” she says, her eyes brightening just enough to make me feel hopeful as I turn to leave, but I can’t shake the feeling that I need to keep an eye on her boyfriend.

Around 11 PM, the front door slides open to my condo, and the familiar sound pulls me from the fog of exhaustion. I lift my head slightly from the couch, blinking against the dim light to see Joel dragging his feet inside. He looks worn, his shoulders heavy with the weight of work stress. As he kicks off his shoes and sheds his coat, his eyes remain fixed on the ground, the tension radiating off him palpable.

Even with his head bent, I catch the deep furrow in his brow and the way his eyebrows nearly touch in the center, a clear sign of the battles he’s faced throughout the day. I glance down the hall, knowing Ellie might still be awake, and just in case she is, I whisper-shout, “Hey.”

When his espresso-colored eyes finally meet mine, something shifts. The tight lines of his face soften, and a flicker of warmth ignites in his gaze. He lingers at the door, taking a moment to drink me in, as if the sight of me could wash away the day’s burdens. My heart quickens as our eyes lock, and I can’t help but notice the slight curve of his lips that hints at a smile.

“Missed you,” he says, his voice low and sincere, wrapping around me like a warm blanket. The simple honesty of his words sends a thrill through me, and I smile back, feeling an electric tension fill the space between us.

“Me too,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. He steps closer, and the air thickens with unspoken emotions. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a magnetic pull that draws me in.

He pulls into his arms as he reaches the couch, and I breathe in his familiar scent—woodsy and comforting. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and for a moment, the world outside fades away. I can feel the weight of his day starting to lift, but there’s something else simmering beneath the surface, a shared understanding of what we mean to each other.

“Why don’t we take a bath?” he suggests, his voice a low rumble against my hair. “We could both use it.”

The idea of soaking in warm water, together, sounds heavenly. “That sounds perfect,” I reply, looking up at him with a smile. His eyes light up with relief and something deeper, a sense of intimacy that makes my heart race.

“Let’s make it cozy,” he adds, his expression playful now. “Candles, maybe?”

I nod, excitement bubbling within me. “I’ll grab some.”

I hurry to gather the candles, setting them around the bathroom while Joel fills it with warm water. The soft glow of the flickering flames creates a soothing atmosphere. When everything is ready, we slide into the tub together, the heat enveloping us like a comforting embrace.

Once we’re settled, Joel takes my feet in his hands, gently lifting one to rest in his lap. I watch as he begins to massage my soles, his fingers working out the tension with a deftness that leaves me sighing in relief. “You really know how to treat a girl,” I tease, a playful smile dancing on my lips.

“I aim to please,” he replies, his gaze steady and warm, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

I beam, slowly pulling back my foot so I can crawl into Joel’s lap. Once I’m in the correct position, I straddle him. “I know another way you could please me,” I nudge as I brush my thumbs over his stubble. “Can I kiss you? I haven’t kissed you in hours,” I mumble, slightly tilting my head. It’s not my fault I can’t get enough of his touch and his taste.

He furrows his brows at my question. “Yeah, Sugar. Ya never have to ask me,” he declares, tightening his arms around my waist.

I smile and lean in slowly, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He parts my cracked lips with his tongue and I savor the taste of him. I moan, deepening the kiss and I feel his cock grow hard beneath me. He grabs my neck as he leans into me.

Before he can deepen the kiss, I gently pull back, breaking the connection. “I forgot to ask you about your day. How was it?”

With my hands cradling his face, I begin to place soft kisses on his cheeks, enjoying the warmth of his skin. He rubs my back, a comforting gesture that makes me feel cherished in this moment. “Fine, Sugar. Just busy,” he chuckles, leaning back against the edge of the tub, the water glistening around us. “How ‘bout you? How was your day?”

“I finished getting everyone’s Christmas gifts today so good, but tiring,” I reply, letting out a soft sigh.

My hands wander down to his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles as I continue. “I feel selfish for adding to your stress today. You should be focused on the Michelin Star, not whatever surprise you’re cooking up for me,” I confess.

He lets out a sigh, scratching his scruff thoughtfully. “Listen here, I don’t give a damn ‘bout that restaurant. I care ‘bout you and Ellie, Sugar. More than anyone or anything else. As long as y’all are okay, everythin’ else can wait.” His gaze locks onto mine, and I feel the weight of his sincerity in that moment—a promise that goes beyond any accolades. His words create an unspoken bond between us, grounding me in the depth of his commitment.

I reach down into the water, and wrap my hand around his cock. “We can still relieve some stress.”

I try to urge him on by fisting his cock and rubbing it through my wet folds. A smirk takes over my face, as I watch his face for a reaction. He looks at me with wide eyes, gripping the sides of the tub.

“Gin,” Joel warns just before I situate the head of him near my opening. In one go, I completely sink down onto his hard member. He groans quietly and I bite my lip, relishing in this feeling. I’m full of him in every place.

I start slowly moving up and down on his length, careful not to splash water up the sides of the tub. Every inch of his cock impacts me in all the right places. “We shouldn’t be doin’ this in here. Your muscles are all tight as it is, Sugar,” he continues worrying.

I curse myself for having such a high sex drive and needing him every hour of every day. Instead of letting my thoughts take over, I kiss him deeply, silencing his warnings. While swirling my hips, he swallows my moans and begins thrusting in me from below.

“I know. But I need you, Joel,” I whisper against his lips.

With a groan, he gives into my pleas and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my chest closer to his. Joel sets a rhythm, thrusting up into me slowly over and over again. The eye contact is maddening and I can’t help it but shut my eyes at the feeling. He takes full control and I let him, enjoying every bit of this moment.

“Fuck, Imogen. I’m in love with you,” Joel groans when I bite down on his shoulder to avoid moaning too loud. His pubic area runs against my clit in the most delicious way. The building could be burning down around us and I wouldn’t notice.

Joel squeezes me tighter as my back arches into him, and a bit of the water begins to splash over the side of the tub. I tuck my head into his neck, holding on to his shoulders for dear life. “I love you Joel, so so much,” the moaning babble slips from my lips.

Joel picks up the pace of his hips, helping me to move on top of him. His movements sync with mine, and my mouth opens in a silent scream. I feel Joel slide his hand between us, feeling for my clit. It only takes him a second to find it, sending my whole body ablaze. He starts rubbing quick circles, with his mouth occupied by sucking my skin between his teeth. When he kisses and bites at my sweet spot, I nearly see stars. He drives into me, filling me to the brim each and every time.

My impending orgasm begins coiling tightly like a spring. Ringing fills my ears and my heart has surely floated to the outside of my body. “That’s it, Sugar. Let me have it,” Joel grunts out. His words are enough to release the coil of my orgasm. I let out a long strained moan, falling into him. I grasp at his shoulders feeling the euphoria course through me.

“Holy shit, Joel,” I moan as he slowly strokes me through my orgasm. He lets me come down with full control, allowing me to grind on top of him for a while. Then, I come to a stop with him still solid and sheathed inside me.

I need a second to breathe if I’m going to keep being on top. Joel nibbles at the top of my ear, and his hands are everywhere. My legs, my back, and my chest. Before Joel, I wondered what it would be like to make love. Now, I think I’d have to murder him if he tried to leave me.

“I’m real proud of you, Sugar,” Joel gives me words of affirmation and I smile, lifting my head to look at him. There’s still a fuzzy haze around the edge of my eyes, but the center is clear. I have a drop dead gorgeous man all to myself.

“Mind turnin’ around for me so I can keep lookin’ after you?” Joel asks, lightly tapping my thighs underwater. I nod with anticipation because that’s exactly what I need right now. Every bone in my body urges me to make him feel the same pleasure I’m feeling right now.

I steady my hand on Joel’s shoulders, slowly lifting myself up. We both hiss at the loss of contact and I quickly turn until my back is facing him. I slowly sink down in the water on my knees. My hands go to the bottom of the tub so I can poke my ass into the air for him.

“Damn, I wish you could see how beautiful you look,” I hear Joel sigh behind me, his voice filled with a mix of awe and admiration, as if I’ve taken his breath away. The sincerity in his tone sends a warm rush through me, amplifying the flutter in my chest. It’s as if, in that moment, I truly possess his heart—every beat of it belongs to me. His compliment lingers in the air, wrapping around us like a gentle wave, and the way he sees me makes me feel radiant. I can feel a deep connection between us, a shared understanding that transcends words; we own every part of each other, our vulnerabilities and strengths intertwined. The heat rises to my cheeks, and I can’t help but smile, feeling both shy and elated by his words.

The water shifts beneath me, and I feel Joel’s hands on my ass. I jerk slightly when his wet hands make contact with my skin, but relax when he begins rubbing the skin. “Hang on to the edge of the tub, Gin. I don’t want you slippin’.”

Joel spanks me lightly and I whine in response, crawling towards the edge closest to the window. He follows my lead, moving forwards until he’s needled behind me. He uses one knee to nudge my leg wider and suddenly, he’s pushing back into me.

No matter how many times we have sex, being full of Joel all at once never gets old. He snaps his hips forward again and again, showing me what he meant about holding the porcelain beneath my finger tips. My moans reverberate back to me and I don’t recognize the sound coming from my throat. Joel groans in response, gripping my sides deliciously as he picks up the pace. “You’re takin’ me so well,” Joel grunts.

Instead of letting Joel have full control, I begin rocking my hips so we crash together with each trust. With every piston of his hips, I slide forward on my knees causing just the right amount of pain. Joel doesn’t let that stop him though, pulling me back with his strong hands.

It’s simultaneously just the right amount and completely overwhelming. My love for Joel feels suffocating as I grapple with how to express it. “Breathe, Ginny. You ain't breathin’,” he says, his hand gently resting on my neck from behind.

My chest expands as I gasp for air. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath, but given how much I usually talk, that was likely Joel’s first clue. My clit buzzes a signal up my thighs and I squeeze around his cock again. “Joel, I’m about to-“ my whimpers are cut off by him picking up the pace. How am I supposed to breathe when he’s trying to murder me with his penis?

"Not yet, Sugar. Just breathe. Breathe with me." His voice is gentle, yet his grip on my neck becomes tight. I try to heed his words, concentrating on my breathing, but every part of me feels like I might collapse.

“Please, Joel,” I shamelessly beg Joel, feeling the pleasure built in my stomach. My cunt contracts around him more and I notice his thrusts becoming uneasy as he nears the end with me.

“Now, Sugar, show me how much ya love me and let go,” Joel coos and I can tell he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. I clench around him so tight, I think I’ll hurt him somehow. My fist balls up and I moan a little too loudly as he strokes us through our orgasms.

Joel’s hot cum shoots inside me, filling me to the brim. “I love you. I love you. I love ya, Ginny,” he chants as I milk him for everything he’s got.

Joel slows himself down, rolling into me one last time as he finishes his release. I’m panting, and when I lick my lips, I taste the saltiness of my sweat on my tongue.

My back twists slightly so I can look at Joel. He gazes at me, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and desire, as if he’s trying to memorize every curve and contour of my body. His hands gently cradle my stomach, his touch both tender and possessive, radiating warmth that sends shivers down my spine.

“House first, baby second,” I say, my voice steady but playful, a warning laced with sincerity. I know the spark in his eyes suggests he might be imagining a future beyond this moment, a future that could include more than just the three of us.

I can feel the weight of his gaze change into a blend of longing and determination. I move away from him before he gets any more ideas, causing him to groan with disappointment when he pulls out. I turn to sit across from him again, and he mirrors me.

I sink down into the tub, with only my head above water. He takes my feet and pulls them into his lap, beginning to massage them again. He works through every knot in my soles. “That was incredible. You’re somethin’ else, ain’t ya?” Joel rasps.

A soft giggle escapes me, and I wonder if I could ever give up this feeling. “Not as amazing as you,” I responded, wondering where that much energy came from when the man works all day.

Suddenly, I remember Willow’s recent proposal. The idea of a cozy haven filled with the scent of fresh coffee and the sound of turning pages is enticing, but my stomach churns at the thought.

“I forgot to tell you Willow asked me to partner with her on a bookstore café,” I admit, my voice laced with uncertainty. “But I’m worried about handling the finances. You and I both know numbers aren’t my strong suit.”

He leans in, his expression all warm and steady. “That’s alright, Sugar,” he begins, calm as a summer breeze. “Me and Willow can handle that. You just focus on the books and the vibe. Y’all’ll create a place folks are gonna love.”

His confidence is comforting, yet I still feel hesitant. “What if it doesn’t work out? What if I fail?”

He drops my foot and moves closer, pulling me into his lap. “You ain’t gonna fail. You’ve given up so much for me; now it’s your turn to chase after what you want. You deserve this, trust me. Just think ‘bout the joy it could bring you,” he reassures me.

As his words sink in, excitement and apprehension swirl within me. But then a troubling thought surfaces, uninvited. “I’ve been worried about her lately,” I say, my voice trembling slightly. “I noticed bruises on her neck today and I’m afraid they came from her boyfriend.”

His expression shifts, concern replacing calm. “What do you mean?” he asks.

“I don’t know for sure, but it didn’t look right. She brushed it off, but…” I trail off, feeling the weight of my worry. “I invited her to Christmas dinner, hoping to create some space between the two. Maybe if she sees how different things can be, she’ll think twice,” I explain.

He tightens his grip around my waist and his brow is furrowed. I can tell he’s holding in every ounce of composure so he doesn’t get out of this tub to go find Josh. “You oughta talk to her. She needs to know she can count on us. And I want you to know, I’d never hurt you. You deserve someone who treats you right, with respect and kindness.”

I nod, his words a balm against my anxiety. “I know. I just don’t want her to go through this alone,” I affirm.

As I meet his reassuring gaze, I feel the urgency of our conversation merge with the potential of my dreams. Maybe, with his support, this could be my chance to pursue not just my goals, but also help my friend.

Once the conversation settles, we finish our bath, the warm water soothing our bodies. As we step out, he wraps a warm, fuzzy towel around me, the fabric enveloping me in comfort. I smile up at him, probably with gratitude shining in my eyes.

After drying off, I slip into a delicate lace slip. My bonnet slides over my curls while Joel changes into a pair of soft boxers. He scoops me up effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. I nestle against him, feeling safe and cherished. “I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head. I smile, warmth spreading through me as I echo his sentiment.

I allow myself to drift to sleep, but I can't help but toss and turn the entire night thinking about Willow's situation. My mind is spinning, formulating an idea so bold, it leaves my palms sweaty. I’m going to get her away from Josh.

I just don’t know how dangerous it might get.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Miraculous Sonic

(Listen, I have had a DAY, so I’m going to relate a discussion I had with my 4-year-old Nephew about this, cause honestly, It’s pretty funny)

premise: What animals would the Miraculous Ladybug characters be, if they got dropped into the Sonic World?

First, my nephew had to make me understand that just because a character had a certain miraculous, it didn’t mean they were that animal in Sonic. Because Sonic is a Hedgehog, but he would ABSOLUTELY have either the Monkey or the Black Cat, you see. The reasoning is OBVIOUS, apparently, because he did not feel the need to explain.

(Again, keep in mind - my nephew is 4)

so

Marinette - a mouse. Nephew’s argument was that she reminded him of the mice in Disney’s Cinderella (animated). This is his favourite movie. 

Sabine & Tom - Sabine is also a mouse, but Tom is a rat, apparently. Because they are bigger, you see.

Adrien - this was very divided. He’s either a golden retriever, or a cat. Specifically, nephew’s best friend’s cat, Caramel (basically a blonde tabby, with gray-green eyes, and a few brown spots), only with “an actual tail” (Caramel’s tail had to be half-docked at some point). He also argued that, if he’s a cat, Adrien should be declawed, because Gabriel wouldn’t let him keep his claws (Jesus, kid). If he’s a dog, nephew said Gabriel would put him in a fancy prong-collar, or possibly a shock one (JESUS, KID).

Emilie & Gabriel - Emilie is a dog, a very fancy, sleek golden retriever/poodle mix. Gabe is apparently a Sphinx cat. I pointed out they wouldn’t be able to have a kid together. He argued that since Adrien is a Senti, this did not matter.

Amelie & Felix - Amelie is the same as Emilie, because they are twins, but Felix is apparently a grey cat.

Nathalie - a German Shepard. He refused to elaborate.

Alya - Alya is apparently an African Grey Parrot. Because she wants to be a reporter, so she “parrots” things she sees and hears (he didn’t know the exact pun, but that was the gist).

Nino - Gecko. Species unspecified, but he showed me a picture of a brown-striped gecko with tiny headphones, so I assume that’s where that came from.

Alix - “you know the snakes with legs? The speedy one! She’s that!” He refers to several lizards as “snakes with legs”, but based on context, I assume he means the basilisk lizard, which is very fast and can run on water. He occasionally calls it “Scaly Jesus”, cause that’s what his uncle calls them, to the disapproval of the grandparents, and the laughter of the rest of us.

Kim - Kim is a tiger, because they like swimming. But a smaller tiger.

Rose - He kept saying she was the “real bouncy hamster” I think he meant Chinchilla? This one was less clear, but I THINK Chinchilla was what he was talking about? It might also have been gerbil, but he doesn’t like gerbils, so I think Chinchilla is a safe bet.

Max - Raven, because ravens and crows are smart.

Juleka & Luka - wolves, or wolf-dogs. Cause they howl, “and that’s BASICALLY singing.”

Mylene - This one was a bird. Not sure, again, but I THINK he meant a bird of paradise? Love bird? “One of the small, rainbow ones. With ‘tenna.”

Ivan - a bear. He also felt no reason to explain this one.

Nathaniel - monkey. One with a “Looooooooooooong tail” apparently. He once saw a small monkey with orange fur, and he loves that one in particular.

Marc - a raccoon. Because they have thumbs (???).

Chloé - a hummingbird. Specifically, the bumblebee hummingbird, because they are his favourite. (“It would fit in my mouth! But I don’t one in my mouth! But it could fit!”)

Sabrina - otter, because that’s his Auntie Sabrina’s favourite animal, so that means ML!Sabrina is an otter.

Lila - ferret/weasel, they are interchangeable to him. 

Anarka - also a wolf. He spent a while drawing what I’m fairly certain was a wolf with a pirate’s hat.

Jagged Stone - is a crocodile, because he has Fang. I asked what that would make Fang, in this universe. Fang is apparently, to quote, “the safety guy. And they have kisses”, so Sonic version of Fang is apparently Jagged’s bodyguard/boyfriend?

André - a very big toad. Nephew said all his political rivals would be flies (o…k?).

Audrey - praying mantis, cause they scare him.

Fu - a tortoise, cause he’s been alive FOREVER.

-

These are absolutely perfect and I love them.

[sunsetovertheocean]

Aven *you can also call me Ave or Aves too if you want*

they/them

minor

asian

aroace & agender *in other words, I'm a triple a battery*

autistic

writing: I write basically everything kinda (poetry, fanfics, original works) *requests are always open*

~ao3~

writing account status: created!!

obsessed with: the naturals (also: the inheritance games and so many other books and shows)

music: sabrina carpenter, taylor swift, nessa barrett, conan gray, etc.

pets: Bingo (black toy poodle, 3 years old), Crumpet (crested gecko, 2 years old), Hazel (hedgehog, 1 year old)

asks and dms: always open for anyone (unless you're creepy)

miscellaneous: I love biology (anatomy & physiology & zoology especially), I want to be a vet, my favorite color is pink (purple and green are close seconds, purple closer than green), I can play the violin, I sing at a music school, Lia Zhang <3, I project onto my favorite characters 24/7, I'm incredibly socially awkward, etc.

[ask-the-chan-family]

OC-TOBER Day 31: Sabrina "The Milf Witch" Delarosa

Commission by Dayanara

Sabrina Delarosa is the daughter of Morticia Delarosa, and grandmother of Elmira Delarosa. Unlike her mother, and grandmother, Sabrina is your average witch that trying her best to be a normal person. The sad part of being normal, is that she part of a bloodline who are natural goddess of Dark Halloween, and Sabrina herself is a powerful goddess. Sabrina run a simple tea shop, where she sell all different kind of spices to help heal wounds, or other illness. Most people call her Milf Witch, do of the large figure she had. Sabrina had no problem being called that, make her feel sexy, but the same time feel old. Most people tried to figure out what breed she was, Sabrina is a mix, but she does have her mother poodle ears, which she hide them under her hat. Sabrina once a while study dark magic, making sure she still fallowing her family tradition. Her main priority is trying to find someone that she been searching for thousand of years, and hoping they are still around.

[whorrorh0use]

pink poodle bimbo gf and her goth doberman older bf for my sabrina carpenter WHEN

[holymovies]

Audrey Hepburn photographed with the poodle for Sabrina, 1954

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

Sabrina all the way.

Unlike Toodles, Sabrina is a polite, kind, charming woman who actually cared about Tom. (Who in turn returned the same amount of affection.) It doesn’t help that Tom managed to get together with Sabrina in a shorter time compared to the 50+ years it took him to wow Toodles. (Who would probably ditch him for the first richest/most handsome person she sees.) 

Toodles is a walking piece of fan service that’s only there for the men to ogle at. Just look at that curvy figure and those delicate facial features. Nothing can stop some deranged artist on the internet from drawing some breasts on her chest area to make her even more attractive to the furry crowd. I dare you to share one of her traits with me. Because when you get down to it, there ARE none. Toodles is probably one of THOSE women. She’s beautiful on the outside. But deep down, there’s an ugliness that would turn away anyone with a functioning brain. 

Even though she only appeared in one episode, Sabrina managed to be a better love interest for Tom and is the better character in my eyes for that and her pleasant personality. 

Which do you prefer?

I personally prefer Sabrina because at least she cared about Tom whereas Toodles Galore was always, and pardon the expression, but catty.

[awholelotofladybug]

(stammering au) Say Dog owners, why don't you tell us more about your precious pooches?

"Well, Buddy is a yellow lab. He's s-s-s-seventeen inches at the shoulder with a short coat, and technically still a puppy. My mom got him for me as a g-g-g-gift when a friend of hers had a litter of puppies. He's very… He's very playful. His favorite game is Fetch. I play it with him almost every day. He's a lot of responsibility, but he's absolutely w-w-w-worth it."

"My Sophie is a white standard poodle. She's the sweetest thing, very cuddly. She's about twenty-three and a half inches at the shoulder, and we got her a modified continental cut so she looks pretty. Sophie also loves to go swimming and play in puddles. She can get muddy once in a while, I don't mind. I love making my Sophie Baby look all clean and pretty."

"Rex is a European Doberman. He's loyal, intelligent, and tough as nails. My parents got him for me as a gift. He's got a short coat and is twenty-eight inches at the shoulder. Before we adopted him, someone cropped his ears and docked his tail. That's illegal in my country, but whoever did it to him is bound to be dealt with eventually. Rex LOVES to roughhouse. It's exhausting, but whatever makes my Champion happy."

"My little Mitsi is a golden teacup Pomeranian. I found her at the animal shelter and simply had to have her. She's a tiny little thing, about eight and a half inches tall, but that only makes us love her more. She loves playing with her squeaky toys and will play tug-of-war with Rex and one of his rope toys. I almost named her "Fluffy" because of her coat, but "Fluffy" is more of a cat name, so I named her after my great aunt."

I have a Shiba Inu named Gigi. She's around sixteen inches at the shoulder, has a beautiful, golden goat, and the cutest curly tail. Giselle and I picked her up about a year ago when she was just a little puppy. She's such a precious little dog."

"My mom got Luka and me a red wiener dog named Lola. She's adorable. Smart too. She already knows "roll over," "sit up," "shake," and "play dead." She's only nine inches at the shoulder, so she's pretty low to the ground, but she has more love than a truckload of dogs. Sometimes she sneaks into one of our rooms and crawls into bed with us to snuggle. Such an awesome little dog."

"My mother recently gifted me with a Corgi named Toby. He's twelve inches at the shoulder and has a soft red and white coat. I love him, honestly. He's a friendly little guy. It's fun to watch him scamper around, and play with his chew toys. I've never had a pet before, so it's a new experience for me but Toby seems to like me enough. I'm sure it'll work out, as long as I give him food, water, and lots of love."

"I have a yellow Pomeranian named Winston. He's eleven inches tall. I found him at the animal shelter two years ago when he was just a little pup. We've been inseparable ever since. He especially enjoys playing catch, usually with tennis balls or rubber squeaky toys."

"My family recently adopted a French Bulldog named Lulu. She is the sweetest little thing. She's 13 months old, fawn-pied colored, and is about 18 inches tall at the head. Most Frenchies have breathing problems, but not my Lulu. Her snout is just big enough that she can breathe easily. And she is SUCH a loving dog. She adores people, cats, and other dogs. I can't tell you how many times she's jumped up on me to greet me."

[maudeboggins]

audrey hepburn and poodle, 1955

the look is from sabrina

[kisssatoru]

୨୧ ୨⎯ ABOUT ME ⎯୧ ୨୧

✎… i like to spend my off days reading or writing. sometimes i’ll jump back into an old show like supernatural or vampire diaries (shhh don’t judge me).

✎… i love to sleep, too! once, i slept like 16hrs straight? it was crazy. when i woke up, my entire body hurt but it was worth it (never felt better honestly LOL).

✎… as strong as i tend to come off, i am deathly afraid of confrontation. however, if i have to defend myself, i will. buttt…pretty girls keep the nails ON, okay (plus, my gf fights for me most of the time so shsjsj).

✎… oh! speaking of which, yes. i am pansexual and yes i want gojo to pound me until i’m babbling nonsense, crying and creaming all over his cock.. i just think irl men are gross half the time lol. half are sloppy, hate women and are majorr cheaters. yawn. where’s the women!

✎… i like anything horror and sci-fi. from venom and jake from avatar to ghost face and big papa jasonnn (want them all to absolutely destroy me).

✎… my music taste is just a mix of everything. i’ve noticed as i get older, i tend to listen to more rnb/alt rnb and lofi songs. like pnd, nbdy, yo trane, summer walker, her, sza, bryson t, the wknd, 6lack, nobu woods, rohan, aaryan shah, etc! (notable mentions of tyler the creator, sabrina claudio, dvsn, jhene aiko, lvndvn, asiahn, etc). if it’s not rnb or lofi, i’ve got a lil classical on or even rock. i’m all over the place, but i’m now more of a vibe person heheh

✎… outside hobbies consist of playing tennis, traveling, shopping, swimming, taking scenic pictures (be on my photography bs sometimes—below are some pics i’ve taken btw), dog walking (used to do it all the time ughh can’t wait to get another dog and take them out lots), a little yoga (very relaxing), meditating, etc! (i’m a lil boring but i vibe with a lot of other things, just don’t feel like doing a whole lot all the time shshsj).

(first three are from cali, i miss the beach so much :( and the last one was from…idk but isn’t it niceee, love scenic pics)

✎… currently don’t own any pets (mom has a cat but she’s ofc not mine), but i do want to get a cute little frenchie, a pomeranian, possibly a poodle and def two cats! (thankfully my gf’s cool with lots of pets bc i adore them sooo much).

✎… i also love going to the movies, and eating different foods (one of my favorite foods is japanese/korean food—10/10 chance i’m obsessed but it hasn’t been proven yet so erm…yeh…). love me some italian and mexican food too, oo weeee (can also buss down on some african food, don’t get it twisted!).

✎… on cloudy/rainy days, i like to turn on some good kdramas or japanese dramas. sometimes i’ll find a good bl drama i like, too!

✎… oh, some miscellaneous things about me, i also collect figures, manga, books, etc! i like coffee, tea, rainy/cloudy days, fall & winter, stationary stuff, plushies, makeup (only some since my skin is sensitive to a lot of products hhh), press ons (iykyk), collecting japanese swords, plants, uhhhh and a lot of other stuff i can’t think of right now shjsjs

✎… this is a little collage i made to visually show what my kind of vibe is, ty for reading!

KISSSATORU © 2023. do not copy, modify, or translate my work, and do not post ANY works of mine outside of tumblr.

[girluninterrupted11]

Next up, one of the most iconic decades....

The time has now come for the 1950s, a decade that I’m sure we are all more familiar with. Poodle skirts, Grease, Marilyn Monroe, all of that good stuff. I know when I think of this decade grease (the movie not oil) is especially what comes to mind, but that might just be me. I remember watching that movie for the first time in my childhood best friend’s basement and being so confused (I was 8 or 9 so cut me some slack here) but still interested. Olivia Newton-John’s character Sandy had this black outfit that I will always associate with the 50s. I don't think I knew much else at the time, besides the classic blond bombshell trope that the time period is known for so for me this was a whole new world. Quite obviously, since then I’ve definitely learned a lot more about fashion and it’s evolution through the decades (I wouldn’t be doing this blog otherwise). Let’s get into it then …

Now, I can't talk about the 1950s without dedicating a good chunk of this post to icons that changed the fashion game. So, first is our blonde bombshell of the 50s. I couldn't do this without bringing up Marilyn Monroe could I? One thing she really popularized was blue jeans (so did other people, like Elvis) which she wore in one of her movies. Now, we obviously all wear jeans all the time, especially Levi 501s. Fun Fact, these are my go-to jeans, just like many people for the past 150 years. Not only did she popularize them but she also showed a different side to jeans, one that balanced glamour and femininity with comfort and practicality. Marilyn is the idea of femininity for a lot of people and I think that this definitely shines in her jean outfits. I think this is something she does really well. Jeans are versatile and can go either way depending on how you style them (which is quite different from fashion before). I do have to say I do love Marilyn Monroe so I might be biased here. I’ve had a massive poster in my room for years (right next to a Kate Bush poster and a Bangles poster). Now, Marilyn is known as being a sex icon and her glamour. The blonde hair, the red lips, the dark eye makeup and the accentuated figure. This is a key part of 1950s fashion, but it's not the only side.

Now, Marilyn is known as being a sex icon and her glamour. The blonde hair, the red lips, the dark eye makeup and the accentuated figure. This is a key part of 1950s fashion, but it's not the only side. Audrey Hepburn is the perfect example (not saying that either is better, but the different aspects of the decade, love them both equally). Her style is a more subtle femininity, one with more elegance. Accordingly, she popularized ballet flats, big sunglasses and capri pants. Personally, I'm really not a big capri pants fan, especially myself, but I think she manages to make them look good. I always feel like they just look awkward and weird. Like why? What’s the point of the length? They’re not short enough to be shorts, but not long enough to be pants. I want to know who got up one morning and said “You know what we need? Pants in that awkward in-between length? That’s what’s missing from my life” Why? It also always makes me think of being a kid and wearing those plaid capris that were popular in the 2000s-2010s and are horribly ugly (if you know what I'm talking about then you’ll get what I mean, if you don't, consider yourself lucky). On the left picture below is Audrey wearing capris for her movie Sabrina (great movie by the way, 10/10 would recommend if you haven’t watched). For some reason I think they look good in this outfit, it's simple but cute nonetheless, and the capris somehow aren't evoking a visceral reaction so I consider that more impressive than anything.

She is also wearing ballet flats in this image, which I will always consider to be timeless and cute. A classic black flat is something that you can never go wrong with. They add just the right amount of elegance to any outfit (like the capris in this outfit) which again is something the 50s really gets right, the art of elegance and femininity. 

On the right is an image from Breakfast at Tiffany’s (one of my all-time favourite movies, I’ve watched it a dozen times since I was 10). As you can see she is rocking the chunky sunglasses, which I can absolutely get behind, unlike the capris. I love chunky sunglasses, and they are absolutely a must-have for me in the warmer months. I think some people look better with smaller sunglasses and can absolutely rock them, but I am not one of those people. I wear big sunglasses for the same reason I wear big earrings, it's necessary when you have curly hair (and a lot of it). Smaller pieces just get lost and it becomes pointless. I guess I just have to thank Audrey Hepburn for being able to wear big sunglasses. 

That brings us to the end of this segment. From Marilyn Monroe’s sensuality to Audrey Hepburn’s elegance, the 50s fashion trends continue to remain timeless.

Next up, I’ll be talking about my favourite decade so stay tuned !! See you next week xx. 

[tangirlisfangirl]

i read a post saying how we should make true barbiesonas based on the movie concept of each doll being tied to a real-world person and their mindset influencing the doll’s own SO. though p much all the ones i had were movie/princess dolls heres the story of the only generic barbie and ken i had/have <3

Travel Barbie

 i tried finding her in the attic but with no success, she might’ve been donated <:/ either way she was a generic blonde barbie that usually had her hair pulled up/back so it looked cool in her helmet, but i can’t remember what color eyes were so for uniqueness sake imma say she had color shifting hazel eyes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (face claim is chloe grace mortez (or sabrina carpenter, ive been a fan of hers for forever but i dont think her eyes or face/body shape match the character so im torn))

yall i had SO many vehicles, the only one i still have is her bike but i also remember a pink car, a little camper van, and a carriage for the princesses ofc

so it only makes sense that her ‘job’ would be traveling/exploring, just making her way across the country through different means and sharing her experiences, maybe through reviews and blogposts maybe through writing and memoirs who knows :p

i’m leaning towards the latter so she can mirror my own love of writing and flowery word choice, just not to an award-winning degree but girl me neither dw

i also want to imbue my creative nature into her so she also loves drawing singing and cooking— painting the sceneries she comes across to capture their vibrancy, vibing along to the radio as she drives or camps out for the night, and making herself tasty pancakes and smoothies and pasta and chili and cupcakes and smores using the limited counter space she has to fuel up and treat herself throughout the course of the day <3

assumedly she would also be rather active/athletic and resourceful, with a decent amount of knowledge regarding mechanics so she could fix any malfunctions while on the road

(this tracks cause my mom has an rv herself and is also handy like that so she would inherit those traits from my mom (her grandma ig?? if you wanna think about it like that lol) which furthers the familial themes of the movie)

also i absolutely ADORED weird barbie’s robot dog so my barbie’s getting a dog too!! a curly haired poodle that loves water and long rides like my irl dog does!! is it real? that’s up to reader interpretation ;)

as mentioned above my main dolls were ones from the animated movies, specifically the diamond castle since it was and is my all time favorite, and i had alexa and liana along with melody and the two other muses

(yall the texture on their grecian dresses was SO nice i remember it to this day—)

(i also had rosella from the island princess movie which was my second favorite)

i don’t know if they’d be in barbie land canonically but i’m not characterizing them here cause they’re… already… characters…

BUT i’m using that to say travel barbie is friends with royalty, and as such is simultaneously fun and friendly while being mature and refined with a princess-y vibe from being surrounded by them so much

maybe cause gloria had skipper’s treehouse as a kid so her barbie lived next to it, my barbie would live next to the diamond castle or sumn afshjdasvdjs

in terms of who she is it makes sense, being well-traveled and getting the chance to meet people from all walks of life, and just clicking with them specifically for no particular reason

but it also works in terms of who I am/was, even when i was super young i was kind and generous and bouncy but a bit more serious and reserved than other kids, it just works so well with how those traits would reflect on my barbie both in and out of universe :))

if she’s still in my possession/house somewhere and connected to me then at the VERY moment shes just generally emotional with an inexplicable love of life and humanity yall im telling you this movie is affecting meeee—

overall tho she’s more mushy like stereotypical barbie, sad and complicated and anxious for no reason at times but still lively and talented and living her best life and working through it all with the help of her friends

i can’t remember if i’ve found her in the past, but man i hope i didn’t have her out for long, that’s how you get “inexplicable thoughts of death barbie” and “highschool dropout barbie” and “why don’t i have a real job why is everyone around me so much more successful barbie” and “feeling inferior and ugly and ashamed and unlovable barbie”

IT’S IN THE PAST YALL I SWEAR IM DOING BETTER I GOT MEDICATED SO WOULD SHE—

super close with psychiatrist barbie nowadays 😂😂

speaking of i saw this meme/image (credit to gmf.designs on ig!!) and the culture of this movie just continues to hit hard, like it fits so perfectly i—

Swim Ken

clean-shaven black boy with sculpted hair and colorful striped swim trunks (faceclaim and bodyclaim is winston duke)

as such his job wouldn’t be just beach like rg!ken but rather swim/swimming, which also extends to pools

is he a good swimmer? beats me 🥴

he likes it that’s all that matters!!

i appropriately don’t remember much about him since i wouldn’t play with him much lmaooo

the only other boy doll i had was the prince from island princess (specifically remember his gorgeous blue jacket and his weird pointy plastic crown band thing), so they would be best friends and as such, he would have a similar elegant/royal vibe about him

aww he probably gets a bunch of ideas on how to woo travel barbie from him

honestly?? idk if theyd be more like margot robbie + ryan gosling or ncuti gatwa + emma mackey in terms of relationship

(ik that one part where they hug and stuff is supposed to be a shoutout to the sex ed fans but i truly think theyre an item vs being just friends, and different barbies have different types of relationships with their kens)

anyway idk what type of relationship they’d have but he’d be super gentlemanly and romantic regardless, true prince material

they probably have a lake in barbieland right? for rowing and fishing and stuff

that’s where they would hang out/meet up the most, still go to the malibu beach ofc but a quiet crystal blue lake fits the vibe better imo

he simultaneously has pool lake and beach vibes JUST ALL THE WATER

[audreyhepburninblackandwhite]

Audrey Hepburn waiting in front of a train station with her toy poodle and luggage, on the set of Sabrina in New York October 1953