#science penguin t-shirts

[thomasdaniel91]

Yes I Would Like To Science Please Funny Penguin T-Shirt

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[johnnydany]

Yes I Would Like To Science Please Penguin T-Shirt

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[70sscifiart]

The Last-Minute Sci-Fi Gift Guide

There's only one thing worse than procrastinating on getting gifts for your loved ones, and that's procrastinating on putting together a guide to help out everyone else with all those gifts. It's Dec 12, so you can decide for yourself which I'm doing.

Art book: Worlds Beyond Time, $32

If you follow this blog, you might have heard of this one. I published Worlds Beyond Time: Sci-Fi Art of the 1970s this year after five years of work on it, and I think it's really good! 400+ images, 100+ artists, with lots of fun art history and jokes.

Also, it's just $20 right now if you order through my publisher and use the code SKIPTHELINE! Cheapest it's ever been!

Card game: Coup, $14

In this "social deduction" card game, you play as a government official in a future dystopia who needs to backstab their way into power. Everyone starts out with just two cards in this bluffing game, so the tide can turn pretty quick when players start assassinating each other's cards. The fast pace makes it a good gift for someone who loves spies but thinks they don't like card games.

Game to play over Zoom: Bad Spaceships, $3

If a bluffing game stresses you out, try Bad Spaceships: It's a collaborative world-building game in which you roll dice to see what area of your spaceship connects to another, forcing you to spitball exactly why this is the case. As the game puts it, you might fix the hull by playing Tetris, or charge your weapons in the swimming pool. You're basically getting weird prompts to tell a story that can evolve over the course of the game.

It's such an indie game that it comes as PDFs you download from itch.io, but you can play it just as well over Zoom, if you're looking for an excuse to catch up with your old digital nomad college friend.

Movies/TV: Streaming service gift card

Gift cards are all well and good, but you can personalize them by recommending a few of your favorite shows as well. I suggest:

Hulu: Cowboy Bebop

Apple TV+: Severance

Criterion Channel: Ravenous, Paprika, Strange Days

Paramount+: Yellowjackets

Amazon Prime: The Devil's Hour

But to be honest, this entry is just an excuse to talk about the new Max show Scavenger’s Reign. Inspired by the work of French artist Moebius and with a clear debt to famed 70s animated film Fantastic Planet, this stylish sci-fi show features a bunch of humans trying to survive on a beautiful but hostile alien world. Perfect for lovers of fictional nature.

Vintage sci-fi

This Etsy shop has some good stuff, like the 1971 Frank Kelly Freas NASA poster above, a bit of history that I even mentioned on page 167 of my art book.

Penguin science fiction postcards, $28

These postcards have a ton of very cool sci-fi covers I've blogged in the past – great value if you want a lot of art for a low cost.

Meteorite pendant necklace, $34

I think we all know what kind of rock your loved ones need around their neck: A chunk of meteorite straight out of the 1576 Argentinan meteorite fall.

Book recs

For astronauts: Packing for Mars by Mary Roach, The New Guys: The Historic Class of Astronauts That Broke Barriers and Changed the Face of Space Travel by Meredith Bagby

For comedians: Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir, Even Greater Mistakes: Short Stories by Charlie Jane Anders 

For sleuths: Six Wakes by Mur Lafferty, Drunk on All Your Strange New Words by Eddie Robson

For crafters: Knits of Tomorrow: Toys and Accessories for your Retro-Future Needs

For the resistance fighters: The Light Brigade by Kameron Hurley, An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

For slasher movie fans: Clown in a Cornfield by Adam Cesare

Syd Mead "Biomorph Vehicle" button down shirt, $49

T-shirts aren't classy enough for the world's coolest visual futurist, Syd Mead. I haven't actually bought this incredibly odd shirt, but I really need to.

Art prints (and more) from 70s sci-fi artists

Artist shops can be surprisingly hard to track down on the internet, but here's a short list of ones I've come across. All of these artists are featured in my book (except one), so you can read up on them before you commit to a print.

Michael Whelan 

John Harris

Syd Mead

Don Maitz

David B Mattingly

Peter Andrew Jones - Jones was one of just a few artists who declined to be included in my art book, but he has a distinct, colorful style that I would have loved to have featured!

Finally, here's one extra bonus, just for everyone who made it to the end of this article: The UK-based educational charity Centre for Computing History sells three big officially licensed John Harris posters featuring these three artworks, famous for their use as covers for Sinclair programming manuals.

It's a great deal that I've never seen mentioned anywhere, and Harris' work has a timeless quality that makes it great for an unassuming wall decoration. If you're outside the UK, the shipping costs will be a pain, but there's no better deal for a classic sci-fi poster.

[nysocboy]

Did the "Solar Opposites Valentine's Day Special" really change everything?

Discussing the Solar Opposites Valentine's Day Special, showrunner Josh Bycel noted that holiday specials are usually stand-alone episodes, with no plot or character development: "So we love the idea of [this one] tricking people into realizing like, ‘Oh my God, the end of the episode is actually the biggest thing that’s ever happened to these characters short of landing on Earth!"

Co-creator Mike McMahon adds: "it really changes the dynamic of the characters."

Left: Mike McMahon, but he might not be the same one

Spoiler alert: Korvo and Terry, have sex.

Solar Opposite is an animated comedy about a group of aliens trapped on Earth: team leader Korvo, the "let's do this by the books" micro-manager; the effervescent goofball Terry; their teenage replicants Yumyulack and Jesse, and the Pupa.  Korvo and Terry find each other's habits annoying, and often argue about how assimilated they should become.

In the special, the group tries to order cold, wet tuna in a restaurant, only to discover that it's Valentine's Day, so only romantic dinners are available.  Should they come back tomorrow, or use their alien science to eliminate romantic love from the world.

They decide to eliminate romantic love.  But that turns everyone into Jimmy Buffet fans: they walk around in Hawaiian shirts, with parrots, drinking piña coladas.  Then the parrots become sentient and go to war with the humans.

To fix the mess, the aliens have to find someone who still experiences romantic love, and use them to beam love down to the planet.  There are no humans left, but what about penguins?  Nope, they are pro-parrot, and won't help the humans. 

Terry asks: "Couldn't we love each other?"

No, all Schlorpians have is teammate affinity.  But maybe that will be enough.  They have to try.

Terry hates teammate affinity: "It's so annoying that I miss you uncontrollably when you leave the room."

Korvo agrees.  He hates "the way it makes the prickly bumps on my arms stand up when you bend over to pick something up from the floor."

Um..guys, that's erotic and romantic desire.....

They get it on.

I know it's just cartoon alien sex, but to be on the safe side, I'm moving the pictures to the NSFW site.  

It works!  Lesbian and heterosexual couples start making out, and the world is saved.

Cut to the two getting married, by AISHA, their AI device: the Roman Catholic Church has given her permission to conduct a same-sex marriage by "today only."  It always bugs me that no tv, only Catholic churches exist.  Also that all churches are homophobic. 

So how did this "change everything"?  We use queer codes, actions or statements in the tv texts, to indicate that two guys are a romantic couple.  All of them have some degree of deniability -- you could argue that "straight buddies do that."  But the most undeniable codes are identifying statements such as "we are boyfriends" and acts of physical affection.  

Korvo and Terry may have started out as teammates, but by the second season, they are calling each other "husbands,"  They get jealous when someone else intrudes into the relationship. Terry was devastated when Korvo had sex with another male being.  They kiss.  They have discussed "a blow job," "putting things into Terry's butt," and rimming.  Terry is turned on by Korvo with a British accent and wearing a v-neck t-shirt.  He has stated that he is in love with Korvo. How does having sex changes the dynamic? 

McMahan claims that previously they were "just teammates," with little "are they or aren't they" hints.

He thought getting a blow job was a hint?  

The NSFW version, with alien sex and Mike McMahon's butt, is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

[taliscat]

Tagged by @tiredconcepts

Nickname: talis

Sign: scorpio

Recently googled: Batman Arkham Unhinged

Song stuck in my head: That’s Life (dennis van aaren)

Followers: 185

Amount of sleep last night: 7 hours

Lucky number: 5

Dream job: librarian, small shop owner, or character designer (for a big company)

Wearing: oversized pajama bottoms and tie dye t-shirt

Books/movies that summarize me: riddler’s riddle book

Favorite song: weird science

Aesthetic: vintage

Favorite author: Inio Asano

Favorite animal noises: Brazilian porcupine

Random: out of all 18 species of penguin, the most endangered is the yellow-eyed penguin. There are about 4,000 left in New Zealand.

Tagging @sloop-goop @retrovrt

[alexesguerra]

Froggy Gets Dressed Froggy Gets Dressed Paperback – August 1, 1994 by Jonathan London (Author), Frank Remkiewicz (Illustrator) --Brand New-- Rambunctious Froggy hops out into the snow for a winter frolic but is called back by his mother to put on some necessary articles of clothing. Getting dressed for a romp in the snow isn't as easy as it sounds. Socks, boots, hat, mittens, scarf, coat, pants, shirt...will Froggy "ever" pull it all together? Author/Editor Comments: "My ideas for stories come from experience I've had, or from dreams or leap right out of my head - from my ever-active imagination," explains Jonathan London, who burst on the children's book scene in 1992 with the publication of three picture books. Since then he has published more than 20 picture books, including the popular Froggy series and the young adult novel, Where's Home? "There are worlds of possibility within our own imaginations from which we can create stories that can make someone want to cry or laugh, play a saxophone or make a snowman. This act of writing, for me, is a part of my celebration of life, a way to give back a little for all that I have been given. Kind of thanks." Jonathan London started writing poetry in his late teens. Although he received a Masters Degree in Social Sciences and never formally studied literature or creative writing, he began to consider himself a "writer" about the time he graduated from college. After college he became a dancer in a modern dance company and worked at numerous low-paying jobs as a laborer or counselor. However, during this twenty-year period, London continued to write. He wrote poems and short stories for adults, earning next to nothing despite being published in many literary magazines. "It wasn't until I had kids of my own that I became a writer for children," he explains. "It all started with telling them stories when they were very young. I wrote down one of these stories, and it became The Owl Who Became the Moon, my first picture book sale (though it was my fourth to appear in print). Now I am finally making a living as a writer. A dream come true!" Born a "Navy brat" in Brooklyn, New York, Jonathan was raised on Naval stations throughout the U.S. and Puerto Rico. Today he lives with his wife, Maureen, and their two sons, Aaron and Sean, in rural Northern California where they like to backpack in the summer, play in the snow in winter-and dance all year around. Copyright (c) 2000 by Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers. All rights reserved. Biographical Note: Jonathan London is the creator of twenty-three books about lovable and enduringly popular Froggy. He is also a poet and a novelist. Jonathan and his wife live in Graton, California. Review Citations: Hornbook Guide to Children 07/01/1997 pg. 15 (EAN 9780670876167, Board Books) School Library Journal 09/01/1992 pg. 207 (EAN 9780670842490, Hardcover) Hornbook Guide to Children 01/01/1992 (EAN 9780670842490, Hardcover) Publishers Weekly 08/03/1992 (EAN 9780670842490, Hardcover) Product details Age Range: 3 - 5 years Grade Level: Preschool - Kindergarten Series: Froggy Paperback: 32 pages Publisher: Puffin Books; Reprint edition (August 1, 1994) Language: English ISBN-10: 0140544577 ISBN-13: 978-0140544572 Product Dimensions: 7.1 x 0.1 x 8.9 inches Shipping Weight: 1.6 ounces

[redvioletarts]

People Like This One, episode 1: Fear Not The Penguin

Giving a lil love today to the first T-shirt I ever sold on Red Violet. Look! I have not one but TWO product mockups of this dude wearing it while pointing at a computer!

He's not even touching the keyboard. Just hovering over like he's a wizard who writes code telepathically--that is, when he isn't using butterflies (relevant xkcd).

But you don't have to be that specific guy to wear it. It also fits on other humans!

Though apparently you do need those specific glasses. I just noticed that now.

"Fear Not The Penguin" is something I once saw written on the public whiteboard in the computer science building at my university. Someone else had written underneath it, "but he is scary :("

I disagree--I'm writing this post on a computer running Linux Mint and I've been a shill for its sleek usability and not-Windows-ness for years. (Did you know it NEVER updates without your permission? And there are no ads, and it doesn't ask for your private data, and it doesn't try to get you to use AI assistants you never asked for? And you can just uninstall ANY program, completely? Wild.)

Well, except that it's hard to be a shill for something that's free. So I'll be a shill for my Linux propaganda T-shirts instead. Buy one! They're really soft, the sizes go all the way up to 3XL, and Tux won't come for your kneecaps!

(He won't anyway. He's not that scary.)

Here's the link!

Oh, and if you're not a T-shirt person, there's actually also a sweatshirt, a sticker, a laptop sleeve, and a desk mat!

This will not be the last time I post something this nerdy. This is a threat, or a promise, depending on how much you still fear the penguin.

[fandomcelery]

I know you've been reading Buddie lately... gimme those fic recs *grabby hands*

this has been in my inbox for so so long that I keep forgetting about it, and now that you're watching 911 I guess I'll finally answer it lmao

I'm going to split them up by seasons 3 & 4 (forgive me if they're wrong, I'm probably going to be googling where they would take place because I forgot everything) and put word count, rating + summary for each fic

I put a cut because the summaries for each fic made the post very long lol. there are 2 fics under season 3 and 7 fics under season 4 (so 9 overall)

each fic and writer can be found on Ao3!

Disclaimer: Please please please read the tags for each one of these fics, a few of them are about recovery and PTSD, so if something like that triggers you then keep an eye out for those fics (I think there's only a few of them, they're more of the longer ones, I'll put a red 'Check Tags' before the summary)

Season 3

- The Space Between Sleep by Tattered_Dreams - Word Count: 111,697 - Rating: Teen and Up - Check Tags - Summary: As weeks pass after the Tsunami, Christopher has Eddie to help him deal with the scars it left behind. He also has Buck. Buck's dealing with his own demons, but he has both of them.

Eddie's trying to keep them all together and finding out his family might not be as small as he thought.

The 118 have their few cents to add, too, because don't they always.

| Canon through 3x03 | Complete | Depictions of trauma, some more detailed than others |

~~~

- the distance to the stars by cloudydaises - Word Count: 27,258 - Rating: General - Summary: “Didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him.

“That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him.

-

or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

~~~

Season 4

- ripples all the way down by iriswests - Word Count: 57,270 - Rating: Mature - Summary: With some coercion, Buck allows Maddie to set him up on a date. Surprisingly, the date goes well — and it keeps his mind off the unnamable feelings he’s been studiously ignoring for his best friend.

Until Christopher’s science report on gentoo penguins — no, seriously — sets off a series of events that has him somehow spending more time at the Diazes’ side, and he feels like he’s going just a little bit insane trying to juggle a burgeoning relationship, his jealousy over Eddie’s own new relationship with Ana, and his inability to move on from the place that’s been his for three years in the Diazes’ lives.

Oh, and Eddie keeps looking at him like he has something to say — except he never says it.

This is the tumultuous road to finding out what Buck truly wants, paved by pebbles.

--

or; christopher partakes in some parent trapping

~~~

- Autocowrecked by HMSLusitania - Word Count: 2,725 - Rating: Teen and Up - Summary: Eddie is never, ever using the talk-to-text function on his phone. Ever again.

~~~

- romance with me on a crowded floor by martianbarnes - Word Count: 3,508 - Rating: Teen and Up - Summary: Eddie grins and holds out his hand for Karen. “Wanna dance?” She agrees happily ang gets up from her seat with a smile. “Oh, behold the dorky dad dancing,” Buck teases Eddie with a chuckle. “Fuck off, Buckley. I dance better than you ever will,” Eddie answers with a smug smile. A bit surprised by the challenge in his friend’s voice, Buck raises an eyebrow. “Oh really? I didn’t know you’re such a professional.”

~~~

- Buy Back the Secrets by allyasavedtheday - Word Count: 18,808 - Rating: Teen and Up - Summary: He casts his gaze to the right, to the voice he’d heard a minute ago and the hand still on his shoulder.

And, well. Okay. So Buck may have just been unconscious for an indeterminable length of time but he doesn’t think he’s exaggerating when he says the guy leaning over his bedside is one of the most attractive people he’s seen in a long time. Especially when his face splits into a smile that rivals the brightness of the hospital lights that almost just fucking blinded Buck a second ago.

“Welcome back, hotshot,” the guy says and it sounds fond – familiar – and Buck honestly has no idea who this guy is.

His brown hair is dishevelled on top of his head and his eyes look tired but then Buck notices the LAFD t-shirt so- alright. Someone from the firehouse, maybe? But he’s pretty sure he’d remember a face like that.

-

After getting hurt on a call, Buck wakes up thinking it's 2018. AKA Buck can't remember who Eddie is but he's pretty sure everyone's lying when they say they're "just friends."

~~~

- Cat Got Your Tongue? by alexmercer - Word Count: 4,265 - Rating: Teen and Up - Summary: Buck groaned. "Is there anyone who doesn't know I'm in love with Eddie?" "Eddie," Maddie said with a nod.

~~~

- Kicks and Giggles by alexmercer - Word Count: 7,532 - Rating: Teen and Up - Summary: “The laughing gas,” Buck moaned, sounding mortified. “Please don’t tell me I did anything illegal.” Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Do you usually do illegal things on laughing gas?” “I stole a dog once,” Buck admitted. “Ah. Then it’s a good thing I told you that we couldn’t stop to pet every single dog we saw.” ~ While still under the effects of laughing gas after a trip to the dentist, Buck ends up running his mouth a bit and saying a few things he might have normally kept to himself, much to everyone's amusement and Eddie's delight.

~~~

- darker days, brighter endings by farfromthstars - Word Count: 44,507 - Rating: Teen and Up - Check Tags - Summary: “Recovery isn’t easy, or linear. Eddie lets Buck get him one of those old fashioned button-up pyjama tops because they’re easier to slip his arm into without moving his shoulder, but he doesn’t ask him for help with shaving until he cuts himself trying to do it himself and breaks down crying in the bathroom. Not because it hurts – he watches the blood trickle down from his cheekbone for a few seconds and suddenly feels completely overwhelmed, like everything is way too much.”

or

A fic on Eddie’s recovery after 4x14.

~~~

those are all of the fics that I have, if you want more I can definitely find more lol

anyway they're mostly angst and then fluff, but they all have a happy ending and they're all finished bc if a fic is not either of those things I cry :D

[tealenko]

Tagged by the lovely @kat-hikari <3 <3 <3

Nickname: Tea, Tetea and Tuchi (only my mom calls me that lol). All of them come from my real name: ~ ~ t e a (in Spanish) // ~ ~ t ~ e a (in English)

Height: 1.60 m (idk the other metric system and I don't feel like looking for it lol... Lets just say that I'm short :D)

Last thing I Googled: Distance from New York to Detroit (I was checking things for a possible fic XD)

Song stuck in my head: ~insert ANYTHING composed by Lin-Manuel Miranda~ Usually it's a: "Boy you got me heeeeeelpleeeeesssss" Repiting non-stop in my mind as I run through my house to go to the kitchen.

Lucky number: Idk if it's lucky... But since I was little I liked the number 8 and then, as a teen, I started to like 11 too. If I have to choose only one then... 42... :D (kinda related with one of my favourite authors ehehehe)

Dream job: The one I have :) Teaching (Sometimes I'd like to go back to teach maths... I kinda miss it. But I have to say I'm enjoying teaching computer science a lot too!!)

Wearing: My pijamas!!!

Favourite song: Arggg!!! Ermmm... Insert anything composed by Lin-Manuel Miranda?? XDDDDDD Does people have a single favorite song??? Really??? I don't even have a favorite singer or group lol So I'm gonna say one I don't expect a lot of people to know... And if you do, a love it as much as I do, I'll marry you instantly -> Money - DAWN

Favourite instrument: How geek would it be if I said ocarina? ehehehehe (I do love a good compilation of music played by ocarina). In music I hear everyday I'll say violin. Oh! And electric bass. I looooooove me a good base in a song (I think that explains my current obsession with Dua Lipa and Billie Eilish)

Aesthetic: non in particular... Everything in general. I spent all my teenage years in jeans and black t-shirts... so now I'l living my best life and I'm not afraid of anything. I go from formal wear, to sporty, to goth, to cute... I have no limit, you should see my wardrove lol And same goes for everything else... I'm just living my best life!!

Favourite author: It's been a triple tie, for a while now, between Terry Pratchet, Douglas Adams and Jane Austen (as you can see... I'm open to different genres lol)

Favourite animal: I'm a dog person (big ones, in particular... Well... and corgis 🥰🥰🥰). A little obsessed with otters for the last two years (but, come on, they're water dogs afterall) and... let me check my pinterest board... Ah yeah... Penguins!!! <3 <3 <3

Something random: The best ideas I've ever had for my fics come from when I'm dancing alone in my room in front of my mirror... It works for me every. single. time. I think it helps me clear my mind idk... But I assure you it works. So... There's a new trick for you lol.

As always, don't feel pressured to do it if you don't want to, but... tagging: @acciokaidanalenko @citadelsushi @fshenkoescape @ficbrish @halesshepardn7 (yeah... I know... I tag you in everything ehehehehehe) @nothisis-ridiculous @zizzlekwum and anyone else who wants to do this!!!

And I'm not gonna check the grammar... today it's not the day for me to do that sorry <3 :D

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

socks, penguins, and dinosaurs

summary: you and spencer are roommates, both living in the same apartment as you’re on your way to obtaining your MD and Spencer applying to be a part of the bau. although, despite the germaphobe spencer is, he seems to love leaving his clothes everywhere

word count: 1,081                                                                                               reading time aprox: 4 mins

masterlist

Clothes were piled up on the floor, various colors of t-shirts and blouses littered every inch of the apartment I shared with Spencer. Sifting through the mess, I began picking up all the soiled clothes and placing them at their appropriate places, gagging as diverse scents infiltrated my nose. 

I sighed, scratching the back of my neck as I witnessed the amount of laundry I would have to do. I huffed all the way back to my room, taking a peek at Spencer’s, only to notice that he wasn’t present at the moment. 

He better have went to go grocery shopping or else that IQ of his won’t be saving him from the slap on the forehead I’m about to give him. 

I dramatically tossed myself onto the sheets of the bed, staring up at the ceiling with crossed arms. I tossed and turned as I laid sprawled and tangled up in my covers, accidently kicking throw pillows off to the side. 

I can’t seem to get some warmth with whatever I do. 

I groaned in frustration, rubbing the palms of my hands on my arms in attempt to generate some sort of heat. I stood back up to look at the thermometer and noticed that it was 60 degrees in the room. I dragged myself up to my dresser, scrummaging through the mess in a haste in attempt to find warmer clothing. I grabbed an oversized turtleneck, another pair of sweatpants, and some winter mittens. While searching for a fuzzy pair of socks, I realized all of my pairs were in the laundry. 

“For the sake of everything living” I cursed at myself, wallowing in defeat and discomfort while waddling back to the layers of my comforter. 

That’s when it hit me.

My eyes sprung open as I leaped out of the bed, walking towards the hall where Spencer’s bedroom was. I creeped keeping an eye out for him, knowing he could be home any moment. With agile and delicate footsteps, I snuck into Spencer’s room, waving hi to Casper, Spencer’s cat, that peered at me from his bookshelves filled with science fiction novels. 

I combed through his dresser, foraging for any pairs of socks. Although, there were only piles of sweater vests and his Doctor Who t-shirts that he wore to sleep. After a while of rummaging through his belongings, I finally found his sock drawer, only to find that not a single one matched. 

His drawer was up to the brim with an array of patterns from solid colors to one with zigzags and dinosaurs on them. 

For a 23 year old man, you wouldn’t think he’d still have dinosaurs on his socks.

I laughed to myself, pulling out an orange sock with penguins printed on them and the same dinosaur sock that I poked fun at. 

I wonder what patterns he has on his underwe- Nope, no, not going to think about that. That’s for a different time. 

I cringed at the thought, sliding on the mismatched pair of socks, smiling as I wiggled my toes, making the little penguins and dinosaurs dance harmoniously as I sat on his bed. 

I looked over at Casper, only for him to be staring at me as well. “What do you think Casper?” I looked down at my feet, referring to the socks, earning a small meow from Casper. 

“You know Casper, you seriously need to pee on at least 50% of Spencer’s socks so he can finally go out and buy some new on-”

I was cut off by a loud bang, making me yelp in surprise and tumble off of Spencer’s bed. While getting up, I saw a head of hair peep into the room. Turns out that head of hair was Spencer. 

“Hey, are you okay Y/N?’ 

Concern was evident in his tone, until his eyes landed on me and the attire I had on. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion until he noticed the mittens I had worn in my hands. He let out a chuckle shaking his head as Casper jumped off from his post, startling me also. 

“Do I wanna know?” Spencer asked, peering at me with a playful condescending smirk, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. 

“Oh shut up, you celery stick” I sneered. “You know for a germaphobe, you sure like to leave your clothes laying around” I declared, shooting him a judgemental glare, making the smirk on his face grow. 

He walked over to his bed, plopping himself down next to me as he placed his satchel on the floor. “I don’t wanna know the story Y/L/N. If it makes you feel any bet- Wait, is...are those my socks?” He glanced down at my feet, snickering as he noticed the dinosaurs and penguins. “So you’ve started stealing all my socks now”.

I let out a dissatisfied groan, shoving a throw pillow onto my face, not wanting to give Spencer the satisfaction of seeing embarrassment visible in my expression. 

“It’s kinda cute” He confessed, grabbing the pillow that I desperately hid my face in and tossing it aside. “Although, you do need to shave your cankles, it’s starting to look like mine” He teased, earning a swift knock to the head from me. 

“Shut up Spence” I sighed, letting my eyes close and letting Spencer’s covers engulf me. “How was your day anyway?” I questioned, turning to look at him. 

“Good...my application went through” He replied, not taking his eyes off of the ceiling as we lay in his bed sideways. 

“What went through?”

“My application to the BAU, I just got a call from one of the head agents, Aaron Hotchner and told me to be there Monday morning” He confessed. 

I jumped up in excitement, making the bed sway in different directions. “No fucking way Spence, really?” I shrieked, grabbing his arm and waving it around in excitement. He laughed at my childlike manner, sitting straight up to continue observing my reaction. 

“Do you know this means that we’re going to have to get you some regular socks now, right agent Spence?” I suggested.

“You know that’s never going to happen and it’s Doctor” He retorted

I sighed leaning my head onto his shoulder, watching Casper walk through the crack between the door and the doorframe. A half smile etched onto my lips as I thought about the many doors this opportunity opens up for Spencer. 

“Hey Spence?”

“Yeah”

“Are there dinosaurs and penguins on your underwear too?” 

[thomasdaniel91]

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Never Too Old For Science (The Only Exception) [Kei Tsukishima x Reader)

Pairings: Kei Tsukishima x Reader

Warnings: Karasuno Crackheads

Genre: Fluff

Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 2048

A/N: I wrote this a while ago before I formed this blog, but I thought it was super cute so I had to post it. 

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“Um, are you people in high school?” The attendant asked, skeptically looking the Karasuno volleyball team up and down. Groups of children and their parents turned towards the group, unable to keep their shock in at how tall they were.

It was definitely not fun being scrutinized by small children.

“Yeah, we’re all under eighteen, and our guardians are here,” Tanaka responded, gesturing to Asahi, Daichi, and Sugawara. 

“They’re wearing the same jacket as the rest of you,” the attendant argued back. “If you’re all under eighteen we need a supervisor for this group!”

“I’m eighteen, and so are they,” Daichi cut in. “Please let us in.”

“You’re holding the line up! I want to see the penguins!” Noya jumped in the air and attempted to sprint past the attendant until Daichi grabbed him by the collar to stop him.

“Calm down, Nishinoya,” Asahi chided. 

The attendant obviously didn’t want to have to deal with the Karasuno team anymore, so reluctantly, he opened the gate for them to walk through.

The California Academy of Science was an architectural wonder, with glass pane windows completely making up the entrance and a ceiling that seemed to never end. 

Kei hooked his fingers with yours so he wouldn’t lose you among the children that were your height. As he pulled you towards him, you spotted a short boy in dinosaur pajamas staring at the both of you with wide, brown eyes. 

You locked eye contact with him and smiled. He turned away, embarrassed that he was caught staring (I guess children can feel shame after staring).

“Come on, we have to go put our bags down,” he said, adjusting the shoulder strap on his own bag, trying to pull you with him.

You had other ideas. 

“Kei, look,” you pulled at your boyfriend’s hand. “Alligator.”

“Haven’t you been here before?” He asked, placing his hand at the small of your back to lead you along with the rest of the team. 

“Of course I have,” you responded. “It’s just that every time I come here I feel like I’m six again.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re so childish.”

“Says the one that’s holding a twelve-inch Brachiosauraus stuffed animal,” you shot back. 

He looked towards the roof and flushed pink. “Be quiet.”

~

The volleyball team walked through the Academy of Science, with the exception of Tanaka and Nishinoya who ran.

“I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED ABOUT LEARNING THINGS IN MY LIFE!” Nishinoya screamed, running out of site with the hollering Tanaka.

“Imagine if he was as invested in his school work as he is in running through here,” Kei snarkily commented. 

You smiled, trying to hold in a laugh. “That’s a little mean,” you told him. 

“You’re smiling,” he observed, smirking back at you. 

You stopped smiling immediately, and with a straight face, said: “No, I’m not.”

Kei touched your cheek. “You should smile more, it’s not the most annoying thing you do.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you grinned at him, doing as he requested a second ago. 

From the edge of your vision, you saw the same kid in the dinosaur pajamas, watching you and Kei again. Learning from your first experience with him, you didn’t look back, instead nudging your boyfriend. 

You whispered to him, “Don’t look, but do you see to the left?” You paused, waiting for him to side-eye to the left. “There’s a kid who keeps looking at us.”

“We should tell him to stop staring, it’s rude,” he opened his mouth to warn the child, but you slapped your hand over his mouth. 

“You’re rude, don’t tell him off, he’s probably in elementary school,” you scolded. 

“This is how being with Hinata, Nishinoya, and Tanaka feels,” Kei made a face, “Children are no exception, especially when they’re annoying.”

“He’s not hurting us, just staring,” this time you were the one to drag Kei, “Let’s go before you scare the kids.”

Reluctantly, Kei followed you, leaving the creepy child behind. 

~

You and the team had gotten yourselves situated in the aquarium exhibit, and most of the boys had already run off to the gift shop to buy things, or to the cafeteria to take advantage of the free food. 

“I didn’t know Hinata could jump even higher,” you remembered what had happened five minutes earlier. “Free food really gets people going. We should go get some.”

“I’m fine,” Kei unrolled his sleeping bag and took a t-shirt out of his bag. He began to lift the shirt he was wearing over his head-

“Don't change here! There are people,” you hissed, lightly backhanding him on the arm. “Besides, I brought pajamas for both of us.” You grinned and fished around your bag for the two onesies at the bottom. Taking them out, you threw the significantly bigger one at Kei. 

“We’re going to look so cute,” you gushed. 

“What the hell is this?” Kei asked. “Tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

“Get us matching dinosaur onesies?” You paused for a dramatic effect. “Yes, I did.”

“You don’t actually expect me to wear this, do you?” He skeptically said.

“For me, please,” you pleaded, looking up at him.

“This is stupid,” Kei said but went to the bathroom to change anyways.

~

You pushed the door out and saw Kei waiting for you. 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he complained. “How did you get me to do this?”

“You’re a pushover for me,” you hugged him. “Don’t worry, we look cute.”

“Matching onesies,” a third voice said, “What a coupley thing.”

You and Kei both looked in the direction of the voice and saw Nishinoya with his phone out. “We should make a team scrapbook, I bet the photographers at the games will gladly give us pictures.”

“Now you will forever be immortalized in this dinosaur onesie,” you told Kei. 

He raised his eyebrows in an annoyed manner and looked at Nishinoya. “Give me the phone.”

“Sorry, Tsukishima. The answer is no,” he smiled. 

“Give me the phone,” Tsukishima started to step towards Nishinoya. 

Nishinoya dashed down the hallway in the direction back towards the aquarium. You and Kei followed him back. 

There, Nishinoya was showing Sugawara the picture he took of you and Kei.

“That’s cute,” Sugawara commented on the onesies. “I like it.”

“Can you stop commenting?” Kei asked, “It’s annoying.” He was gone as soon as he came, the hood of his onesie lightly hitting his back as he walked around the corner. 

This time, you didn’t follow. 

~

Around 3 AM, you rolled over and were met with a flat sleeping bag where your salty boyfriend was supposed to be.

Groggily, you panicked. “Oh my god, did I crush Kei?” you whispered. “It’s not Flat Stanley anymore, it’s Flat Kei.” 

You moved your hand over the sleeping bag, and thankfully, he was not there. 

Everyone around you was asleep, so you carefully stepped over the sleeping bodies to go look for Kei. 

“Where could he be?” You thought out loud. 

Butterflies? That exhibit was closed.  

Aquarium? You were in the aquarium, and he didn’t even like fish that much. 

Penguins? It was too cold there, he bundled up in sixty-degree weather. There was no way he would willingly spend the night in a temperature-controlled room that was consistently cold. 

That left you with two exhibits that were still open, The Space exhibit and the Dinosaur exhibit. 

Out of those two, you knew exactly where he would be. 

You looked at the signs and blindly followed them to the exhibit. 

There, in the Jurassic period, sat Kei with another person, the boy in the dinosaur pajamas.

“The dinosaur you stole from me? That’s a brachiosaurus, and it lived in the late Jurassic period,” Kei explained. “They were about 75 feet long.”

“How do you know so much about dinosaurs?” A small voice asked. “That’s so cool!” 

“You’d be the first and only person to ever think that.” 

You considered interrupting, but you wanted to see how this played out. 

“Who was the person with you earlier?” The boy asked, tugging on Kei’s arm.

“That was (Y/n),” Kei said. “They gave me this dinosaur onesie.”

“I want a dinosaur onesie,” the boy said.

“Ask (Y/n), then.”

Kei and the boy sat next to each other in silence for a couple of minutes, the boy hugging the brachiosaurus stuffed animal, and Kei reading the information board presented in front of one of the exhibits. 

“Come over here, (Y/n),” Kei said without turning towards you. “I just saw your reflection in the glass.”

You had been caught. Without making a sound, you sat on Kei’s other side. He put his hand on top of yours and looked towards you with a soft smile. The smile reserved only for you. This was probably one of the more tender moments the two of you shared. After about a minute of staring at each other, you and Kei were interrupted by the other person on the bench. 

“Why are you so short?” The boy blurted. “I thought high school people were supposed to be tall.”

“Excuse me?” You asked. 

“He said, ‘why are you so short?’” Kei repeated back with a smirk. “I can’t answer that question, nor can I relate to being short.”

“Forget dinosaurs, we need to go to the genetics display,” you rolled your eyes, but didn’t scold the boy. It wasn’t a question asked in a malicious or teasing manner, just a kid with no filter. The boy stood in front of you to get a better look at you. 

“Woah, how are you and this guy friends?” The kid asked. “You’re so. . . good looking!” 

This time, it was Kei’s turn to be shocked. 

“What are you insinuating?” Kei questioned. “Are you saying I’m not good enough?” 

“Come on Kei, this kid is like what? Five?” You laughed as quietly as you could. “Does his opinion matter that much to you?” 

“No, but-”

“Then don’t worry about it.”

You smiled at Kei, and he couldn’t help but break out into his own smile. 

“That’s how my parents look at each other,” the boy said. 

You couldn’t help it, you let out a howl of laughter. “Oh my god,” you spat out between laughs.

Kei was not so amused. 

“It’s late, shouldn’t you be in your sleeping bag?” He asked, shooing the boy away. 

The boy stared him down for a moment, then hopped off the bench, and began walking towards the Cretaceous section.

“I’d like my brachiosaurus back,” Kei said. 

The boy ran back, and reluctantly handed Kei the dinosaur. 

It was just you and him now.

“Do you really like me?” He asked, catching your attention. 

You were taken aback by his question. “Of course! Otherwise I wouldn’t put up with you and your bad attitude!” 

He snorted, and lightly shoved you. “You eat all of my food and take all of my clothes.”

“Well to be fair, it’s my food after I eat it, and you give me your sweatshirts after forgetting them at my house.”

“I did not give you my Karasuno jacket,” he playfully argued. 

“That’s an exception.”

“You’re an exception,” Kei said, then sighed. “You’re the only exception I’ll ever make.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You closed your eyes and breathed in the air. It was fresh, the room being temperature controlled. 

“You can decide,” he leaned closer to you. 

You opened your eyes quickly. “You’re so sappy sometimes.”

“Way to ruin the moment,” he pulled back and rolled his eyes. 

“We have a long time to have moments, okay?” You told him. “Unless you’re planning on finding another exception.”

Kei was silent, staring at the rich green foliage in the display, and the small, glass box with the dinosaur footprint. You looked to him, and he must have seen, because the side of his mouth pulled up slightly. Content with what you had, you leaned into his side, and he put his left arm around you, pulling you closer. 

It was just you, Kei, and the dinosaurs. 

Your breathing slowed, and you relaxed, your mind going foggy before you felt tired.

After a lengthy, but comfortable silence, Kei had assumed you were asleep.

People were always more honest when they thought no one was listening, you learned.

“I’ll never find another exception,” he had whispered. “You’re the only exception I’ll ever have.”

With your eyes closed, you exhaled lightly and smiled slightly. 

The only exception.

 To you, it was a beautiful thought. 

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Of Blushes and Butterflies

Pairing: Reggie Peters x Luke Patterson

Word Count: 1.8K 

Warnings: None? 

A/N: Happy holidays @penguin-writes-books! I’m your secret santa for the @jatpdaily Secret Santa event! I present you with a Ruke (with slight background willex) alive!au featuring Smart Reggie and a little bit of background Proud Dad Ray Molina. I really hope you like it!! <3

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Luke knew he shouldn’t have left all his homework for the day after the band’s Orpheum showcase. His whole body felt ablaze with energy but none of it could be channeled towards his physics. Fortunately, he knew a certain green-eyed, dark-haired boy who was great at physics and would certainly help him out. So, he pulled out his phone and texted Reggie.

At the last second, Luke pulled his thumb away from the screen before pressing send on the message. Instead navigating to the call button. He faltered only briefly before pressing it, his breath catching in his throat as he waited to hear the boy’s soft and smooth voice.

“Hey Luke, what’s up?” Reggie asked cheerfully, picking up the phone after the first ring.

“Hey, Reg,” Luke responded, trying to fight back the heat in his cheeks just from hearing his friend’s voice.

He wasn’t entirely sure when the bassist had started making him feel so flustered all the time, normally Luke was cool, calm, and collected and Reggie was one of his oldest friends. Now suddenly he was finding himself at a loss for words in his presence, tongue tied and tripping over himself for the boy’s approval.

He blamed it on the chemistry incident. He never should’ve taken the guy’s bait while they waited for Julie to arrive for practice that day. They all knew that there was nothing but friendship between Luke and Julie and yet when Reggie and Alex had taunted him about their on-stage chemistry, Luke just had to prove them wrong. That’s how he had ended up staring deep into one of his oldest friend’s eyes, wondering how he’d never noticed the little flecks of gold and brown in them or all the tiny freckles dotting his nose and his cheeks.

“I, uh, might’ve put off my physics homework and need some help,” he answered sheepishly and he hear Reggie chuckle quietly on the other end, likely unsurprised. “D’you think you could come over?”

“I’ll be there in a few,’ Reggie responded before hanging up.

Luke flopped back onto his bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling dopily at the thought of the green-eyed boy on his way to him. Boy was he whipped.

___

Reggie was pretty sure Luke was going to be the death of him, but what a way to go.

He had spent his Sunday afternoon after their spectacular showcase at the Orpheum pressed side-by-side with the brunet, their backs pressed against Luke’s headboard while Reggie played physics tutor.  

He didn’t mind it. He knew everyone perceived him as the “dumb” one of the group and he understood why. He was usually the last one to catch on to social cues and he wasn’t the most observant of the group. However, Reggie was great at school and it was something he was really proud of. Science and math especially came really easy to him, enough so that he was on the advanced track for both at their high school. Ray had even started hanging his test grades up on the fridge with Carlos and Julie’s, the family practically adopting him when they learned about his poor home life. So no, he didn’t mind playing tutor to his friends. He actually really liked it, especially when it meant an afternoon spent pressed against a certain floppy-haired guitarist who only wore cutoffs.

He blamed Luke and his stupid, confident, mic-sharing chemistry for the butterflies that now swarmed in his stomach every time he saw the boy, though he wouldn’t trade that moment for the world. Their lips so close it took Reggie’s break away, and then the guy had the audacity to kiss his fingers and press them to Reggie’s lips with that cocky smirk as if Reggie wasn’t already aware he was bi.

It was with thoughts of how Luke’s actual lips might feel pressed against his own or how it might feel to thread his fingers through Luke’s hair that Reggie entered their Monday afternoon practice with running through his mind.  

Luke had traded the t-shirt he’d worn to school for one of his signature cut-offs (it was a shame the school dress code prohibited sleeveless shirts but it was probably better for Reggie’s grades this way) and his flexing biceps were on full display as he tuned his guitar. Reggie gulped before pressing forward into the studio, picking up his bass and fiddling with the tuning pegs as well, trying to keep his gaze away from his best friend’s arms. Fortunately, practice went off without a hitch, Reggie to focused on the music to be ogling Luke. It wasn’t until after practice that his brain decided to betray him.

“So, are we hanging out for a bit?” Luke asked flopping down on the couch after they’d put away all their instruments.

“Flynn is coming over in a bit so you guys are welcome to stay,” Julie shrugged, taking a seat in one of the arm chairs while Alex sat across from her.

“Is it alright if I invite Willie?” He asked, already pulling out his phone to send a text to his boyfriend.

“Go ahead,” Julie responded with a knowing smirk as Alex grinned down at his phone.

“So what’re we gonna do?” Luke asked excitedly and Reggie raised his brow at the bot.

“You have a physics lab due,” Reggie said, eyes flicking between Luke and his backpack.

“Not until Wednesday!” Luke protested and Reggie tilted his head as if to say ‘come on, man.’

“You should start working on it now, babe,” Reggie said, staring pointedly at Luke, only realizing too late what he’d let slip out.

“Did you just call me ‘babe’?” Luke asked turning to stare wide-eyed at him, both boys trying desperately to fight off the color rising to their cheeks.

“I, uh, I was just trying it out,” Reggie stammered, trying to hide the slip-up.

“I like it,” Luke smiled sheepishly and Reggie thought for sure that the butterflies in his stomach would burst out of him with how frantically they were fluttering.

“O-okay,” he responded, plopping down on the other side of the couch and burying his face in his notes to try to hide his red cheeks.

Despite sitting on the opposite side of the couch, somewhere along the line Reggie had migrated over to Luke, as if being pulled by a magnet, until they were pressed side-by-side once again. At some point Willie and Flynn arrived, the latter arriving first and forcing Alex and Willie to share the remaining armchair (though they didn’t seem to mind), but Reggie couldn’t have said when, too focused on trying to focus on his AP physics assignment and not the smell of Luke’s hair.

___

Luke was amazed that he’d been able to get any of his physics homework done with his thigh pressed right up against Reggie’s and their shoulders constantly bumping as they both scribbled down answers. He was pretty sure his mind had turned to goo, especially with how Reggie would stop working to peer at Luke’s paper when the boy stalled, unable to come up with the proper equation or solution, and would lean somehow closer to help him work it out. He was starting to wonder if he had died and was now being tortured in hell.

Reggie had just leaned forward again, giving Luke a whiff of his cologne? Body wash? Deodorant? He wasn’t sure what it was but it smelled amazing and he was trying to subtly bask in it while also listening to Reggie explaining something to him when Flynn’s phone rang.

She gasped loudly, slipping into her manager voice when she demanded, “Everyone stop what you’re doing right now.”

Luke froze, pencil slipping out of his hand and clattering onto the floor as Flynn took the call. Everybody in the room seemed afraid to even breathe as Flynn stood from her chair, beginning to pace in front of the band setup. Luke was trying to listen intently, hoping to glean any amount of information about the call from Flynn’s side of the conversation, but at some point Reggie had gripped Luke’s hand in his own and the contact was just about all he could focus on. Reggie was holding his hand.

When Flynn finally ended the call the rest of the group stood up to meet her with baited breath as she walked back towards the furniture. Even when they stood Reggie still kept ahold of Luke, their entwined hands now dangling between them.

“What was that about?” Julie finally broke the silence, giving her best friend a hopeful look.

“That was Andi Parker from Destiny Management and she wants to produce your first album!” Flynn announced and the studio erupted into surprised shouts.

The band of high school seniors had been steadily growing in popularity since it’s conception a few years back and they’d be lying if they hadn’t been hoping for this outcome after their Orpheum showcase.

“But wait, there’s more!” Flynn exclaimed. She paused momentarily, letting them anticipate her next words in silence before yelling, “Julie and the Phantoms are going on tour!”

If their reaction to the record deal was an eruption, this was an explosion of shouts and cheers as they celebrated. Luke was partially aware of Julie and Flynn embracing and Alex literally jumping into Willie’s arms but he wasn’t paying them much attention, his eyes flicking between Reggie and the boy’s hand still firmly intertwined with his. Even in the excitement of the moment neither had even thought about letting go. Luke was suddenly filled with a surge of emotion and before he knew what he was doing he had grasped Reggie’s face in his hands, pressing their lips together firmly.

It took a moment for Reggie’s brain to stop short-circuiting and remember to kiss back but when he did he did it with fervor, hoping to make up for the lost time. He brought his hand (the one that was not still firmly grasped in Luke’s) up to tangle itself in the brunet’s hair just as he had daydreamed about earlier. No. It was better than he had ever daydreamed. Nothing could compare to kissing Luke Patterson.

They only broke away when their friends erupted into cheers and wolf whistles, the two boy immediately reminded of the fact that they weren’t alone.

“Finally!” Flynn called as they pulled apart, faces flushed red. Luke started to pull his hand away but Reggie only gripped it tighter, silently assuring him that it was okay.

“Yeah, uh, I guess it has been a long time coming, huh Reg?” Luke said sheepishly, glancing shyly up at the boy.

Between the kiss, the hand-holding, and the hopeful look in Luke’s eyes, Reggie found himself at a complete loss for words, only able to nod feverishly in response. Thankfully it seemed to be enough for Luke, who grinned before asking,

“Be my boyfriend?”

Though it seemed an impossible feat, Reggie managed to croak out a “Yeah” before they were kissing again, their friends whooping and hollering in the background once more.

An album, a tour, and Luke and Reggie finally getting together. It was shaping up to be a pretty spectacular Monday.

[thethistlegirlwrites]

Good Causes

I blame this unplanned little story on the fact that I've seen 'Giving Tuesday' posts all over the place today, and also remembering that Kira is just a little obsessed with penguins...

YOU CRAZY, Robin signs, then tucks his gloved fingers back into his pockets.

FOR GOOD CAUSE, Kira signs back. SUPPORT PENGUIN RESEARCH AND CONSERVATION IN ANTARCTICA. JULES AND I DO EVERY-YEAR.

She waves at the redhead with the pixie cut standing next to the sign-in booth. Robin's never met this girl before, but he guesses she's one of Kira's friends from residential Deaf school, given that they've been signing at each other since they caught sight of each other in the sign-in line. Robin thought he was good at this, but clearly Kira's been signing slowly for all her work teammates. With Jules, her fingers and hands are little more than a blur. Robin can catch the odd word here and there, but for the most part, their conversation is theirs alone.

He gets wanting to catch up with an old friend. He totally understands wanting to support something that protects nature. What he does NOT get is signing up to be diving into frigid water.

Apparently, that makes him the minority here.

There must be over a hundred people already. All of them appear to be wearing some variation on a black-and-white color scheme. Kira and Jules both have 'ugly sweaters' with matching penguin designs on them, but a few others have gone the extra mile and are actually dressed to look like penguins themselves.

John sets down a thermos that, if Robin recognizes the smell, is a batch of atole. Warm and thick and sweet. It sounds good already. Robin is feeling a bit frozen himself already, and he's not planning on going in the water. He and John and Cody all pitched in to contribute to the donation fund, but all three of them opted out of going in the water, although John and Robin are tagging along to be moral support, from the comfort of dry land.

Kira looks more excited about this than any human being has a right to. Jules runs over with her copy of her signed waiver, her 'dry land' partner (her roommate Hazel, and who isn't Deaf but is Hard of Hearing, Kira signs) following. Jules looks like she can't stand still longer than a few seconds, jogging in place and bouncing up and down a little. Robin likes her already. Aside from the fact that she's apparently convinced one of the sanest people he knows that this is a good idea.

They stand around people-watching and occasionally contributing to Kira and Jules and Hazel's conversation for about half an hour before someone calls over the loudspeaker that it's time for the first group to get ready, and Hazel taps both the others on the shoulders since they've left their hearing aids behind for this.

Apparently, since the registrations are under Kira's name, they're in the "B's" and get to go with the first wave. Kira sheds her sweater and sweatpants and hands them off to Robin. She and Jules are both wearing black leggings and black t-shirts with white screen-printed ovals on the front, like a cartoon penguin. The printed ovals have cracks and a few places where the design has flaked off, they must be the same shirts they wear every year.

They both run off to the water, link arms, and race down the beach into the water at the same time when the event organizer shouts that it's time to go.

Robin jumps a little at the cacophony of shrieking and shouting. Some people stay in for only a short time before climbing back out and being met by their dry partners with towels. Kira and Jules stay a bit longer, splashing around and jumping up and down when they find someone else who signs. John is chuckling, shaking his head. Hazel rubs her arms through her sweater.

The crowd at the beach and in the ocean has thinned out quite a bit by the time the two girls start wading back to shore, only a few who seem to want to prove they're tough (or may have gone numb by now) are still in the water.

Both of them are shivering when John and Robin and Hazel show up with their towels. It's hard to see a noticeable difference on Kira's brown skin, but Jules definitely has a bluish tinge to her lips and fingers. They're grinning, despite chattering teeth. Robin is pretty sure they must have frozen most of their brain cells to look this happy. He feels cold just watching them.

They both grab their bags of dry clothes and run off to the tent set up for the participants to change. Robin wonders if part of their strategy with staying in longer was so they wouldn't have to wait outside the changing tent in the chilly breeze so long. He wouldn't put it past Kira to literally have this down to a science.

When she comes back, wearing a rusty-orange sweatshirt, thick sweatpants, and a soft scarf wrapped around her still-damp hair, Robin puts an arm around Kira's shoulder, letting his magic spread warmth through his hands. Kira leans into him, and John wraps a blanket around the both of them, it's one of Robin's mom's that he insisted they bring along, the residual magic woven in lends an extra layer of warmth. Robin rubs a hand up and down Kira's arm, feeling the residual chill and shivering slightly when her damp hair presses against his neck and cheek.

Kira takes the thermos from John and pours off a cup for Jules before drinking her own share straight from the bottle.

THANK YOU, Jules signs to John.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

WHAT IS THIS? NOT HOT C-O-C-O-A, BUT GOOD.

A-T-O-L-E. TRADITIONAL MEXICAN DRINK.

KIRA SHOULD BRING YOU EVERY YEAR.

Kira grins. PLAN TO. MAYBE EVEN CONVINCE THEM TO JUMP IN.

Robin shakes his head. He's not going in that water...or at least he doesn't plan to. But coming along for the ride and watching Kira do something she loves? That, he's more than happy to do every single year.

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Also fills the @whump-advent-calendar prompt 1, “Baby It’s Cold Outside” for Cuddling for Warmth! It’s sort of fluffy, but still...

[thomascoolatta]

here's a headcanon people don't talk about enough: what kind of phone games does everyone have? gordon has facebook games, bitch has Farmville and if you have him added on Facebook he will ask you for help with stuff every fucking day. Forzen plays shitty shooters like Pixel Gun. Tommy also probably has various idle games like Abyssium and Penguin Isle and Virdi. Coomer and Bubby have vicious feuds in Trivia Crack and Words With Friends. Coomer plays Wordscapes. Gman has a fucking blackberry so he just has the shitty games that come with it. Gordon also has like.... Minecraft pocket edition installed for Joshua. Benrey probably has one of those games where you have to scream to move and it's like, a platformer. Benrey still has Flappy Bird downloaded. Benrey plays fucking Fruit Ninja.... dude will download any game he gets an ad for.

Tommy has specialized playlists just for when he's playing Flow Free and Solitaire. he has clean labeled folders and his home and lock screen are pictures of Sunkist.

Benrey's phone is a fucking disaster, it has no case and no screen protector, it's shattered to hell and back and has a billion games downloaded, no folders so whenever he wants to play something you have to sit there and watch him swipe through his games for 5 minutes.

Gordon has like, Farmville and Candy Crush for himself and Minecraft Pocket Edition for Joshua. his gallery is entirely pictures he's taken himself. he's always got his sound up way too high and his brightness on max, he doesn't know how to close apps fully so when you check he's got like a million apps running in the background.

Darnold's camera roll consists of pictures of Sunkist, stuff from his dates with Tommy, and random things as a self reminder for potion recipes. his notes app is full of random things that make sense to no one else but he will happily explain are potion recipes and ideas. he has Little Alchemy and Little Alchemy 2 downloaded.

Bubby has Trivia Crack and Words With Friends downloaded and him and Coomer have bitter rivalries in it. His gallery is just screenshots of him getting good scores or beating Coomer at games. His notes app is recipes and nothing else.

Coomer has like, Wordscapes, Words with Friends, and Trivia Crack. his notes app ranges from reminders for himself to late night musings about the meaning of life and morality. his gallery is full of pictures of the science team, screenshots of him beating Bubby, and the meals that Bubby makes bc Bubby makes gorgeous meals but things it's stupid to take photos.

Forzen's gallery is like, cats he saw while out walking and incomprehensible memes and YouTube screenshots. he plays Pixel Gun 3d and his notes app is entirely rants about AVGN and Irate Gamer. his lock screen is a Facebook level meme about how touching his phone will get you gutted like a fish or some shit. his home screen is a screenshot of Irate Gamer's YouTube channel.

I think Coomer's lock screen is probably like, some of the plants in his garden and his home screen is a selfie of him and Bubby.

Bubby doesn't know how to change his home or lock screen and is too up his own ass to ask someone for help.

I'm not really sure what Darnold's would be?

Gordon's lockscreen is probably the default while his home screen is a picture of himself, Benrey, and Joshua. if anyone comments on them being a cute family he argues that Benrey isn't part of his family and he's a stranger who refused to be left out. you can clearly see both their wedding rings and Joshua's awful t-shirt that says "son of two epic gamer dads"

Benrey's lockscreen is a shitty one he stole off of Pinterest that has a Disney character or some shit saying something snarky about you touching his phone. his home screen is the same as Gordon's but it's shoddily edited so that Joshua's shirt says "son of epic gamer dad" bc all he did was scribble black over parts of it. Benrey just has every Ancient Game tm. Robot Unicorn Attack, Flappy Bird, Temple Run, Subway Surfers, Fruit Ninja, Burrito Bison, etc.