#sissi watchin

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Hey! I've been obsessed with Elisabeth: das Musical for a good while and one of the things I really like about it is the way it comments on Sissi-media. However, Im saying that as someone who really only knows about that media through cultural osmosis and hasnt really seen any of it. And since I'm gonna have a bunch of free time the next few weeks, I thought it would be interesting to watch all* the media about Elisabeth I can get my hands on and review it and just talk about my thoughts on it. I'm also gonna watch all* the Rudolf media I can find as part of this little project because, I might as well

*by 'all media' I mostly mean stuff like movies, series and stageplays, obviously I know there's books but I'm not really in a place where I can focus on reading a bunch of stuff, but I know that the trilogy is based on books, and if I can find free audiobooks online I'll listen to those

I also want to give a quick disclaimer that I'm not a history person, I know very little about all this, so I'm not gonna get too much into the historical accuracy of any of these pieces. I mean, maybe this whole thing will get me to do research into the actual history, I actually have been wanting to do that more since Ive started engaging with the Elisabeth das Musical fandom and seen all these people talk about how much reasearch they do for fanfics and stuff, and its making me feel a little left out ngl, but I struggle with actually doing that for reasons I dont really want to get into. Long story short, if I dont approach historical topics very carefully Im gonna end up with horrible intrusive thoughts that last for days, and I'd like to avoid that but I need to figure out how to do that first.

Anyway, that's pretty much it for now. I'll put everything I want to watch in order under the readmore. I'm pretty sure I got everything (that i can access atleast), but if you feel like Im missing anything please tell me, I want to be thorough and I would really appreciate it ^^

• Kaiserin Elisabeth von Österreich (1921)

• Elisabeth von Österreich (1931)

• The King Steps Out (1936)

• Mayerling (1936) (with english subtitles)

• L'Aigle à deux Têtes (1948) (with english subtitles)

• Le Secret de Mayerling (1949) (with german subtitles)

• Ludwig II. — Glanz und Ende eines Königs (1955)

• Sissi (1955)

• Kronprinz Rudolfs letzte Liebe (1956)

• Sissi, die junge Kaiserin (1956)

• Mayerling (1957)

• Sissi — Schicksalsjahre einer Kaiserin (1957)

• Mayerling (1968)

• Elisabeth Kaiserin von Österreich (1972)

• Ludwig (1973) (with german subtitles)

• Viza Privati, Pubbliche Virtú (1976) (with german subtitles)

• Der Kronprinz (1989)

• Sisi und der Kaiserkuß (1991)

• Elisabeth: das Musical (1992 Austrian proshot)

• Elisabeth: Ai to shi no Rondo (1996 Snow Troupe Proshot) (with english subs)

• Elisabeth: das Musical (2004 Hungarian proshot) (with english subs)

• Kronprinz Rudolfs letzte Liebe (longer original version split into two parts: Kronprinz Rudolf — der Rebell (Part 1) und Kronprinz Rudolf — Mayerling (Part 2), same as 'Kronprinz Rudolf — Sissi's einziger Sohn) (2006)

• Lissi und der wilde Kaiser (2007)

• Sisi (2009)

• Rudolf: Affaire Mayerling (2009)

• Sisi... und ich erzähle euch die Wahrheit (2012)

• Sisi (2021)

• The Empress (2021)

• Sisi & Ich (2023)

Media I am aware of but could not access:

• Leibfiaker Bratfisch/Day Geheimnis von Mayerling/Die Tragödie eines Prinzen (1919/1924-1925)

• Tragödie im Hause Habsburg/Der Prinz der Legende (1924) (<- I was very surprised that I wasnt able to find these two anywhere since theyre old silent films and would think they would be archived somewhere, and I couldve sworn Ive seen gifs or screenshots of Tragödie im Hause Habsburg on tumblr, so idk, if anyone could point me to where I could watch these, I would really appreciate it)

• The Last Half Hour: The Mayerling Story (1951)

• Sissi — Beuteljahre einer Kaiserin (1989)

• all the various Mayerling-shows by the Takarazuka revue

[dearstvckyx]

“That when a heart breaks, it ain't broken forever” - MV1

Pairing : Sierra Verstappen x Max Verstappen (Main) , Sierra Verstappen x Victoria Verstappen (Mentioned) , Sierra Verstappem x Blue Jaye Verstappen (Mentioned) , Sierra Verstappen x Sophie Kumpen (Mentioned)

Genre : angst , sad , emotional, just get the tissues okay

Mentions : drg use, addiction, death, character death, oc death

about oc : Sierra Verstappen ~~is~~ was the oldest sibling of the Verstappen Three (Her, Max and Victoria). Was a singer/rapper.

about : After her death due to an OD, Max is cleaning her house out and he finds tucked away in her office and cd holder with unreleased songs, one being Temporary.

Max sits at desk that used to alway occupy his older sister warmth and scent, staring down at the disc with his and Vics name he decides to put it into Sierra’s computer. The video begins with the camera low to the ground filming someone’s feet and Max, being the observer he is, notices it’s Sierra shoes. And as the camera pans up to familiar older girl with dyed dark blue hair and the blue eyes, he starts to get emotional seeing her face once more. And finally, He hears that voice that used to sing him to sleep, that used to stand up for him in school, the voice that would calm his anxiety down after a bad race or a fight with their father.

A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death? - The truth is, I think what scares me the most - Is not being able to say all the things I wanna say to you - When I'm no longer here - So this song is for Maxie for when that day comes

Hearing not just her voice but calling him Maxie, the one who started that nicknamed, made Max tear up a bit. The video fake glitches, to a video of Sierra and Max when Max was a kid,

Where's Maxie? Where's he at?This ain't Maxie! Who is it? It's a monster (ahh)

Max laughed at the video from childhood, Sierra was the only one who could get Max into a video

I've been waiting all night for the sunrise - To take away the dark sky - You're the dad monster and them are the baby monsters and - I'm the mom monster - Oh - All it takes is a new day sometimes - To get me in a better state of mind - Give me a kiss, monster, give me a kiss - Love you (I love you)

Max takes notice that this part is talking about their family's dynamics and the hope that each new day brings healing. The video glitches once more to Max still pretending to be a “monster”. And hearing that ‘I Love You’ once more broke Max’s heart. Once the chorus is over, Verse 2 begins playing, the video cuts back to Sierra sitting in front of at TV that’s playing all and everything of the Verstappen Three (Sierra, Max & Victoria)

Yeah, so Maxie Emil, I wrote you this song - To help you cope with life now that I'm gone - How should I start? Just wanna say - Look after Vicky, Bluey, and Mommy dear - And, sweetie, be strong, I know I was your rock - And I still am, saying goodbye is just not - Ever easy, but why you crying? Just stop - Max, baby, dry your eye, this is not - Forever

Max hears the chorus began again before hearing,

Sissy - What? - When I used to have this when I was a little kid - Baby, are you okay?

Max was surprised to hear their mother's voice, but he was happy to hear it

Yeah, and you will get over me and move on - You can play me on repeat on a song - But don't you dare shed a tear, what'd I tell you? - "Straighten up, little soldier, " them times when I held you - Emilian, it'll be okay, baby, I'm here, Max - I'm watchin' you right now, baby boy, I vow - I will protect you, your guardian angel - As hard as this may feel, us parting is painful - And, darling, the rain will drive you insane still - You will remain strong, Maxie, just hang on - It won't be too long, I need you to move on - And remember, it will get better - 'Cause times heals and when a

Max realizes that, yes he can listen to her music but he wants to hear it person then a recording. Max remembers his fathers rage after a bad race of Maxs, which resulted in Max running away and sitting somewhere by himself crying before he felt the warmth and inhaled the strawberry scented perfume, he had relized his older sister was hugging him and talking him down from this panic attack. Max remembers the words “straight up little soldier. you did great and im still so proud of you.” That one word was one he really only heard from Sierra.

I know this big boy - And he’s really handsome - You know what his name is? - Maxie! - Maxie, how did you know?

Max laughs at his younger confident self,

Yeah, and if there's days where you wanna lock yourself in your room and cry - Just think about how when you were little, how you and I back and forth to the studio, we used to drive - You strapped in the backseat 'cause you were my little sidekick, yeah, sweetie, I know this hurts - Bean, I'm wishing your pain away - Remember this, Maxie Emil - There’s gonna be rainy days - I promise you'll get through 'em and make it regardless - Fuck it, Emilian, I'll be honest - I knew that you was gonna take this the hardest - Sweetie, get up, I know that is is breaking your heart, it's the hardest thing I ever wrote (daddy)Hailie, sweetheart, it's okay for you to let me go - Baby, I promise you that when a-

Max knows and remembers what his sister is talking about. Growing up if Sierra noticed Max was upset, stressed or tired, or just needing a break from karting or dealing with their father, she would take Max with her to the recording studio, Max was almost nearly the first one to hear her music before it was released.

And hearing that nickname Bean, The one Sierra created because Max hated green beans that he would throw them across the room. This part makes Max laugh once more, something he hasn't done in 3 weeks. And once again his bigger sister was right, Max is taking Sierras death harder then anyone, then their younger siblings, their father, their mother and the world.

What's your favorite song? My favorite song right now - Mine and your favorite song, - but I like this part, that's your favorite part, sis?

You're taping me, bitch - I got you on tape cussin' - Can you hear? -Yeah - No, bitch - No what? - No, I said, I said, no, bitch - Okay, no cussin'

Max laughs at this part, Sierra was more of a parent than Jos was to Max. Making him food before and after school, taking him to school, helping him with school work, going to any parent - teacher conferences. With this parental role Sierra had taken on she made sure Max did have some rules one was: No cussing. And Max remembers faking his sister out by saying words that sound close to the swears.

Max leans back, tears in his, and thinks for a moment before grabbing his sister’s phone and getting her managers number off it. Calling her, Max mentions he found the song and wants to see if they can release it, and they do. Max is happy for once these past couple weeks, he knows that she wanted him to find that song, to listen to it, to fight for it to be released. And Max knows Sierra is standing next to him smiling proud once more.

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maxverstappen1 i am surprised the new outlet haven’t said it before us, our sister Sierra Eliza Verstappen has passed away, today marks 5 weeks of her being gone and it’s something i’m not used to. i miss hearing her voice and her nicknames for me. i got in touched with her manager and label to release this song i heard when cleaning out her house, it’s called “Temporary” and in the words of my older sister, “i hope you enjoy, this masterpiece.” - Max Maxie

charles_leclerc she was a lovely person max ❤️

landonorris the big sister of the paddock

f1 the verstappen three !

victoriaverstappen she was proud of Max, of everything you have done and will do

sophiekumpen im so glad you fought for them to release this song son, you can tell Sierra meant every word

lewishamilton replaying this so many times

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billboard Temporary by Sierra Verstappen sill stands at number one for the 34 week in a row, looks like being number one is a Verstappen sibling thing - Keep Streaming

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junji ito maniac: japanese tales of the macabre episode “Layers of Terror” fried me jus na. her pussy ass sissy vexed me a bit. it was the goriest episode yet. i like it al0t😸. i would’ve neva done that 2 Reimi if she was my sissy. #jussayin #pussyahhhoe bitch gon watch ha moms skin ha lil sista alive… i understand bein in shock but its like bitch get uppppp wtf😹😹 SNAP OUT OF IT huhhhhhh😵‍💫 but really nice episode *don’t eat while watchin if ur weak*

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rest nd relaxin s good!!! m watchin barbie ta relax 🤭 wat abt u rowyy

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:o my sissy n i watch barbie too! we watchin fairytopia!

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Feel The Burn: Andy & A.J.

Summary: A.J. is very protective of his Mama, and he’s not afraid to let people know. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, A.J. Barber, BiBi Barber, RoRo Barber, KitCat Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Protective A.J, Mother/Son Time, Father/Son Time, Minors DNI

A/N: In between other projects, I’m going to keep writing fics that hopefully allow you to get to know the Barber Twins little personalities. Hope you enjoy! Let me know and thanks for reading. Written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

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You and your three-year-old A.J. were out and about on your weekly shopping trip. While all of your babies loved to cuddle, this one took home the trophy for being Mama’s ultimate snuggle bug.

He was like your little shadow, not that you minded. Katrina joined you sometimes, while Aurora and Bianca preferred to stay home with their Dad whenever possible.

Speaking of shadows, RoRo followed BiBi everywhere. She thought her big sissy hung the moon. It annoyed your oldest sometimes - due in part to that whole seven year age gap - but for the most part she didn’t seem to mind.

And as for KitCat…she wasn’t above dragging her little brother everywhere. She loved to read to him, and he loved to listen.

But back to your date.

“Alright buddy,” you ruffle his recently cut hair, “we’ve got the lunchables, the toilet paper, the lunch meat, cookies, ice cream…” You keep listing things off.

“What else are we missing?” You press your forehead against his. “Think hard for me.” His little brow furrows as he closes his eyes. You do the same.

“Ummm. I fink…cupcakes.” A.J. opens his eyes and grins at you.

Shaking your head, you rest an elbow on the cart. “Why am I not surprised, little dude? What kind of cupcakes?”

“Red wif’ creamy cheesy!” He exclaims.

“Fine.” You exhale. “But you must share with your sisters.” And me. You think to yourself.

You become lost in thought while heading over to the bakery isle, as you mentally review your grocery list. So you don’t notice the random man staring at your ass…

But A.J. does. And he’s not happy. He glares at the man over your shoulder and wags a little finger at him.

Instead of taking the toddler’s hint, the man chooses to smile and wave. This forces the little man to intensify his glare.

Back off my Mama. He thinks to himself. Gonna bite you.

Unbeknownst to you, the man continues to follow you around the store and even into the checkout line. And his eyes let everyone know that he likes what he sees.

In a rush to get home and eat dinner - Andy and the girls had ordered a of couple pizzas - you pay your bill and head out the door.

Your vigilant Andrew Jacob keeps his eyes on the man. His frown never leaving.

“Hey! Smile sweet baby.” You lean down to kiss his nose. And then you boop his little freckle. “Aren’t you excited for pizza? Daddy got you a calzone!”

“Watchin’.” He tells you. “Watchin’ for dah Mama.”

“Huh?”

“Excuse me, Miss. I don’t mean to bother you and your son, but I think you’re gorgeous. And I was wondering if I could get your number?”

The man was attractive, you could admit that. Be he had nothing on your Andy.

“Sorry, but I’m married.” You hold up your left hand.

“Happily?” He asks.

Before you can answer, your son yells at the guy. “Away fro’ mah Mama! Now!” He growls. “See you wookin’ at dah Mama. Go. Way.”

The man slowly backs away. “Look, little man, I didn’t mean any harm. You’ve just got a pretty Mama.”

“Yeah haf’ pwetty Mama. Haf’ big, stwong Dada too. Go. Way. I keep Mama safe den tell Dada.” A.J. shakes his balled up fist at the man in what you can only assume is outrage.

“I get it, I get it. I’m sorry. Whew.” The man turns and walks away.

You sigh and turn back to your son. “A.J., honey, that wasn’t very nice. Mama was taking care of that.”

He crosses his arms, gives you a “hmph”, and looks away. “Den you no be pwetty an’ A.J. no haf’ tah be mean.”

“Oh goodness.” You mutter as you buckle him into his car seat before loading the groceries into the trunk.

___

You walk through the door holding your bags. Of course A.J. insisted upon helping as well.

“Too heavy, bud?”

“Nope.” He grunts. “I got.”

When you reach the kitchen he hands you his bag.

“Hey, son. How was shopping with Mama?” Andy asks from his seat at the table. He stands up to greet you both. Apparently the girls had already finished and were playing in the den.

A.J. just shakes his head before going to the fridge and grabbing two fruit punch juice boxes.

“Daddy. Office. Gots tah talk.” Your husband gives you a weird look before accepting his own juice and taking the boy’s hand.

You stand there perplexed, hands on your hips, as you hear the office door shut.

Once safely inside, Andy motions for his son to take a seat before cracking open their drinks.

“Alright, son. Tell Daddy what’s up.”

The little boy sighs and puts a tiny hand to his head.

“Men wookin’ at dah Mama. Haf’ tah tell one tah go way.”

“Mm. I see.” Andy nods, rubbing his beard.

“Mama too pwetty. No wike.”

“Been there son. I’ve been there.”

“Isa pwoblem!” He wails.

___

Both of your men emerge from Andy’s office with serious looks on their faces.

You didn’t know what they had talked about, but it must have been important.

“You boys want me to heat up your food?”

“In a bit, sweetheart.” Andy kisses your cheek. “Junior and I need to take a walk first.”

“Oookay.”

Your men were weird sometimes.

___

The Next Day…

A.J. toddles his way down into the basement where he knows Daddy is working out.

He watches for a moment as the much bigger man grunts as he curls a set of heavy weights.

“Daddy?”

Andy immediately sets down the iron.

“Yes, baby. You okay? It’s early. Something wrong?”

“Wanna lif’ wif’ you. Get musicles. All mah sissies gonna be pwetty wike Mama. Need keep safe. Musicles like you help wif’ dat.” A.J. gives him a determined nod of his head.

Andy just smiles and wipes his face with a towel.

“Alright son, c’mere. We gotta be careful with this, or your mother will unman me.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Andy hands his son a pair of 2lb weights. “Now watch me and do what I do.”

Soon they’re both curling weights, his little boy grunting just like his Daddy.

“Feelin’ the burn, son?”

“Yeah.” A.J. grunts. “Feel dah burn.”

END

[mggsimp4life]

| Delayed Playtime

Dad!MGG X Latinx!Reader

TW:none but there is implied female pronouns

Word count :354

Short Blurb

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“Matthew come help me with Daniel!” I shout from the nursery while I try to calm our crying 8-month-old girl Lilianna Diana Gubler “I’m coming!” He yells and soon he’s in the room with me. Spencer picks up Daniel and swings him around.

“Bambi go with daddy yea?” I ask daniel once he and his father stop spinning. Daniel nods “Awesome buddy let’s go watch a movie while mommy puts sissy to bed,” Matthew tells him as they walk out of the nursery. I smile as they leave and then I begin to sing Lily to sleep. I put her in the crib once she’s fast asleep, turning on the baby monitor then walk out of the room. “Hey there my handsome boys,” I say as I enter the room.

“Hai mommy come watch movie with us” Daniel tries to shout but I hold my finger to my lips. Daniel nods then I go and sit next to him. “What are we watchin?” I ask. “Trolls the world tour,” Matthew says and I laugh at the movie. “Remember Bambi no singing sissy is sleeping ok?” Matthew tells daniel, who then responds with a nod. Not even 20 mins into the movie and he’s fast asleep.

“ Babe he’s asleep let’s take him to bed,” Matthew tells me and I get up then get ready to pick daniel up. “No babe I got this I’ll take him to bed,” Matthew tells me again and picks him up. He walks daniel to bed and lays him down. Matthew walks back into the living room again, “Hello Mi Amor welcome back” I say and wave him over to me.

“Hi there sweetheart, kiss me will you,” He tells me and I do just that. We lay down on the couch and get comfy when the baby monitor starts up. “I’ll do it, you just stay here my love,” He tells me and gets up “Oki but hurry back Gube you gotta finish what you started,” I tell him as he walks out of the room and bite my lip once he turns back and faces me.

[bb-tings]

unspoken magic - drew starkey

magic - gabrielle aplin 

(10/10 reccomend ALL HER MUSIC)

so i found this song on spotify while i was looking for a song to write a cute fluffy drew fic to and it gave me such drew vibes bc homeboy doesn’t know how to use any form of social media lol...also the rant is literally me. like my thoughts and actions and beliefs. some of yall 13 year olds really don’t know the meaning of BOUNDARIES.

...anyways enjoy,

-BRI

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Remember when we snuck out of your birthday, didn't even say goodbye, 'Cause even there in a room full of faces, all I saw was you and I

     Everyone was having a blast dancing around, drinking, laughing. It was Drew’s birthday after all. The cast had decided to rent out a club and invite family and friends, including everyone who worked on set, the workers have become more like family than colleagues. There was so much chaos going on and while Y/n was so proud of the cast and herself for pulling the event off for her boyfriend, she couldn’t help but feel a little antisocial. She was a social butterfly, but everyone knew that after days of being the life of the party and extroverted, she needed time alone and started to shut down, wanting to be alone. Y/n was so excited for the party but when it came time for her to get dressed up and drunk with her friends, she found herself sitting alone on a couch booth while sipping wine, not really seeing the fun in getting wasted and stupid drunk. 

     Y/n watched as Drew and Rudy drunkenly danced back to back, screaming out the words to OMG by Usher, she laughed as he made eye contact with the young girl and pointed to her, wiggling his finger for her to join him. She held her glass up and tried giving him a believable smile, but the older boy knew better, so he made his way over to her.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Drew slid his way next to his girlfriend and used the towel on the table to wipe the sweat off of his face. “Did somebody upset you?”

“Nothing bubba, I’m fine.”

      Y/n looked up from her short-lived attempt at avoiding Drew’s eyes to him already looking at her. She watched as his hand moved toward her hair as he pushed a fallen piece behind her ear. He looked around her face and finally met her eyes, not believing her. “I’m fine, Drew. I promise.”

     Drew sat back away from her as he let out a loud sigh. “Why do you do that? Why do you lie to my face and tell me that you’re ok like I’m going to buy it? Why can’t you just tell me the truth?”

     “Drew, I really don’t wanna do this right now,” the young girl pleaded. “It’s your birthday, can’t we just have a good time and not worry about me right now?” To that Drew looked at his other half like she had grown another half. 

     “Ok, first of all, this,” He moved his finger quickly in the small space between them. “This Is not a fight. This is me being upset because my girlfriend won’t let me worry about her. I guess she doesn’t know how relationships work.” Drew teased the girl with a small smile on his face. “And second, we both know that I can’t have a good time if you’re sitting over here all sad and mopey.”

It's all the words you never say, the way I catch you watchin' me, I know that you love me, i know you can feel the magic, we don't need to talk about

     After a little back and forth, the young boy had finally gotten the girl to spill the truth about needing some alone time and was now trying to sneak them out of his own birthday party. As the pair rode home, Y/n couldn’t help but look at Drew as he stared ahead. She watched as his changing blue eyes flickered between the path in front of him and the many cars behind him, also driving in the early hours of the morning. 

     Though there were many signs, lights, and flashes that caught her mind’s attention, basically begging her eyes to look, she couldn’t help but only see Drew. This was her favorite kind of Drew. When he is totally unbothered. He was doing something so simple, something that he had been doing since he turned 15, now 27 it only seems right that he should be used to it. However, Y/n couldn’t help to notice how he put all his effort into it, eyes never once leaving the road, she liked to believe that it was his way of self consciously protecting her. And even though she thought she was going unnoticed, the young girl wasn’t the only one admiring from not so far. Drew was watching her too but through his peripheral. He loved that she was enchanted by everything he did. He liked knowing that he wasn’t the only one completely and hopelessly in love. 

No, we don't feel the need for colorful displays, 'cause it's not the kind of game we play, and why should we show the world how we feel, when it's not about them anyway

     Everyone was over at Madelyn’s apartment chilling and hanging out with one another. The blonde was stationed on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table, with a live Instagram leaning on a few books. Y/n was sitting directly behind the girl, turned to the side with her legs pulled up to her chest. She had let Maddie use her phone, the 22-year-old being too lazy to walk to her room and get hers, so now she was just watching as Madelyn socialized with the fans. 

“Ow, shit.” 

     Y/n turned her head to see Drew sitting on the edge of the couch next to her holding his foot with a worried stare. The younger girl let out a small snort. “Did you hit your toe bub?” 

     Drew let out a whiny noise and Maddie proceeded to also let out a laugh, then reusing one of her famous lines, “Never heard anyone whine like that before.” Y/n gently pushed the girl’s shoulder, teasingly telling her to leave the big baby alone. She then returned her vision to the raging comment section. Her once big smile quickly fading to a frown.

I think its a PR stunt bc they don’t even act like a couple

Drew deserves someone who actually loves him...LIKE ME!

gUys she called him bUb! THATS SO CUTE (emoji)

Nah thats def apr stunt, more obvious than shawn and camila

I don’t eleven think i’ve seen them hold hands

     Madelyn and Y/n simultaneously rolled their eyes, the blonde looking up at her best friend gave her a look that spoke “you gonna tell em or me.”

     Y/n slid down from the couch and joined her friend on the floor, getting right in front of the camera. She looked up at her loving boyfriend who was on his phone also looking at the comments on the live. He glanced down towards Y/n and gave her a small smile, telling her to go for it. It wasn’t the first time they had seen comments like this and he knew it wouldn’t be the last but he also knew that she had been dying to rant about it. 

     “Alright, I’m gonna go ahead and say this one thing, and then I’m probably going to take some time off this app.” The young actress slowly took a deep breath and then began her rant. “ Alright, first of all, my relationship with ANYONE, is between me and that person. Just because I have friends, boyfriends or family, does not mean that I have to post them on this account. I understand that it’s hard to believe that 2 people can be happy and healthy unless they showcase it to the rest of the world, but it is in fact very possible. So for everyone who is questioning, my relationship,” the girl then grabbed Drew’s hand, pulling him down to her side of the couch until he was laying on his side behind her head. “This is Drew. My boyfriend. It’s not a publicity stunt, it’s not to get the show more popular, it’s real. Outer Banks is already the number one show on Netflix, so I don’t really think there would be a point to put 2 people in a fake relationship. And another thing, I don’t even have a fucking publicist, so I don’t really know where that came from.” 

     The young girl turned her head to meet Drew’s blue eyes, he looked at her with such satisfaction and amazement. He was proud of his younger girlfriend. For years Drew thought that he would never find someone who was anti-social media like him. He thought that he was just going to have to bare his relationships getting exploited all over the world. Drew was happy that he never had to worry about that with Y/n. 

     “I completely understand why it’s confusing and how you can question our relationship. But that doesn’t mean you can drag our relationship, and me particularly, down. You have no right to say the things you do about me, just because you think that the small, tiny, look into our lives means that I don’t love and care about Drew. Like, no offense, but that’s fucking insane. I’m tired of getting private messages about my weight, my clothes, my hair, my AGE. Don’t even get me started on the age difference. Half of the fan accounts on this app are run by 13-year-olds saying very inappropriate things about a 27-year-old grown-ass man. Like yall understand that’s illegal right. Like, get it through your head that those are fantasies and no matter HOW MANY TIMES you drag ME down, they will NEVER come true. My age isn’t anyone’s business, I’m over 18 so get over it.” Y/n then let out a loud sigh. “I need a damn drink.” 

     To this Drew laughed and kissed her on the cheek, while the other cast members started to whoop and holler while applauding the young girl’s words. They too were proud other, they knew of the struggles that she went through and they knew that most of the time she kept those feelings balled up. Madelyn then grabbed the phone and said her goodbyes to the live, then ending it. 

     The blonde then wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I’m so proud of you, babe. That was so badass.”  Madison saw the interaction from across the room and ran over to join them, adding herself to the hug. 

     “It was great, sissy. You really told them who’s boss.” That last comment made Y/n laugh out loud. She was so happy to have a supporting friend and cast group that made her feel loved. She couldn’t have asked for better friends. 

     “It was pretty hot too,” Drew smirked and pulled the young girl away from the group hug and grabbed her face, and gave her a long passionate kiss, something he rarely did in front of others. “I’m proud of you bubba.”

She couldn’t have asked for better friends. 

Or a better boyfriend. 

Don't need to see it to believe it, no need to wake me up, 'cause I'm not dreamin'

     The couple was laying in their bed just enjoying each other’s presence. Limbs all spread around but managing to stay intertwined. Sunlight was seeping into the white-painted room, brightening everything up, including the pair’s mood. Drew was leaning against the headboard very lazily, running his hands through Y/n’s hair,  who was sitting in his lap, thighs down beside his knees, with her head on his chest. Drew had woken up early and tried to get the younger girl out of bed, but she refused to do so. So he decided that he would just deal with it and let her drift back off to sleep, but with a twist.

     It humored the young actor that people thought they weren’t a cuddly and touchy couple. They were absolutely a touchy couple, they just didn’t enjoy being touchy in front of others, some people not being into that and they didn’t want to make anyone feel awkward. It was more a Drew thing. He was the one who suggested they not have a lot of PDA, and while Y/n was all for PDA, she would do anything for Drew to make him happy. At the beginning of their relationship, Y/n was insecure about Drew’s real feelings because he didn’t show much love through touch, but she eventually mentioned it to him. Ever since then he always made it a point to show more affection the second they were alone. Hints their situation now. 

     Drew watched as Y/n started to stir in her sleep. She started to whine and Drew felt her chest start to move a little faster. She was having another nightmare. 

     “Shhh, shhh. You’re ok, it’s ok,” the young man started to rub her back and hold her a little tighter. He wanted the nightmare to stop but he didn’t want to ruin her sleep. “It’s just a dream. You’re ok, bubba.” Drew closed his eyes and gave a small smile when he felt her calm down, turn her head the other direction and hold onto him a little tighter. Despite what the young girl believed, Drew loved the affection that she gave him. Being the oldest of 3 kids, the boy felt like he had to grow up fast and while he knew his parents loved them all equally, he got less of the affection. He had to grow up and become a little man, help his mom prepare dinner, he and logan had to help take care of Brooke and Mackayla. He just thought that he wasn’t a fan to touch, but when it came to Y/n’s touch he couldn’t get enough of it.  

     Drew closed his eyes and relaxed his body, trying to drift off to sleep himself.  He knew he wasn’t dreaming yet, but he never wanted to leave this dream state with her. Getting to love someone like her, was something Drew never even dreamed of but now he was thankful for that. Because no dream could have lived up to the life that he gets to live with the girl that he loves.

[pastelbrachypelma]

Blind Date

Requested by @swampythesweetsketch ! Thank you for your suggestion and I hope you like it!

~

“I’m so nervous,” Murray admitted, sitting in front of the mirror and staring at himself. “What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Dude, c’mon!” Sly retorted, barely looking up from where he was putting a top coat over Murray’s nail polish. “If he doesn’t like you, then I’m Santa Claus!”

“That can be arranged,” Bentley teased. “Seriously, though, Murray. Just be yourself. That’s how to be the most attractive.”

“Yeah,” Murray looked away. “I guess. But…”

“Hey,” Sly slid onto the vanity, gently pushing aside a makeup palette with his tail as he sat directly in front of his friend. “Stop worrying, okay?” He grinned. “You know this guy is into you. You’ve been talking for ages. It’s worth a shot at least, right?”

“Right!” Murray squared his shoulders like he was going into battle, and wasn’t wearing holographic nails and a smokey eye. “Thanks for doin my topcoat for me, Sly. And thanks for helping me with my suit, Bentley.”

“No problem,” his brothers said simultaneously.

Sly patted Murray’s shoulder. “Go get ‘im, pal.”

“We’ll be waiting,” Bentley promised.

Murray smiled, and headed out the door.

“All right, Sly,” Bentley said, “you know what to do.”

Sly grabbed his binocucom and cane. “On it!”

~

Murray was already nervous enough being in a sizable crowd with bounty on his head, but, just as Sly had assured him, Murray was the best at disguises out of all of them, and nobody would recognize “The Murray” with makeup on.

He liked his makeup look; just a foundation to match his skin tone, a little contour, blush, and a smokey eye. Sly had helped with his nails, and they looked good. It wasn’t like Murray couldn’t have done it on his own, but Sly wanted to help, and he was better at nails than at eyeliner. Murray chuckled to himself, thinking of the last time Sly tried to do a winged liner. He’d looked even more like a raccoon than usual!

He was sitting alone at the table, waiting for his date, like he had been for the better part of an hour. Every time the door opened, he would look up, expecting to see a handsome man looking for his table. But, it was just couples or families. He sighed. He was sure a blind date would’ve been better, seeing as nobody could turn him down just because of his weight, but maybe the guy had guessed, judging by how much Murray talked about recipes. Or maybe he thought Murray was a sissy, or…

The door opened again, to someone by themselves. Except Murray could recognize that tail in his sleep. Sly had a satin jacket over a button-down shirt, hair slicked back. He was wearing the dance shoes they’d stolen from India, and was looking a little lost. Murray was a bit worried for two reasons. The first was that Sly was here at all; had something happened? The second was that Sly could only handle big crowds if he was at a social event. Parties, he liked. There were excuses to mingle in small groups. He had never liked large throngs of people. If Sly has a panic attack…

But instead, Sly found him (after pretending to have been looking for him) and waved. Murray waved back, confused, as Sly strode forward confidently through the crowd.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Sly said, brushing dust off his lapels. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“You didn’t,” Murray said, a bit confused. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Sly demurred, giggling shyly. “Oh, don’t be silly! How could I ever turn down a hunk like you?”

Murray wanted to laugh. Sly liked playing the effeminate gay. The question was, why was he doing that in the first place? At that moment, the door to the restaurant opened again, and Bentley rolled his wheelchair inside. People who were waiting for a table stepped aside to give him room. He was disguised as well, a cloth hat matching the more casual dark wash denim jacket he was wearing over a black necktie. Murray could appreciate the aesthetic...but he was still confused.

Bentley made his way towards the table. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, pitching his voice deeper in contrast to the way Sly’s had been more high-pitched. “Hey! What’re you doing here?” He glared at Sly.

“I should be asking you the same thing,” Sly pointed an accusing finger at Bentley. “I’m here for my date!”

“So am I,” Bentley said, and Murray smiled, starting to catch on. “One of us has the wrong table and you, buddy,” the turtle wheeled into Sly’s space, making the raccoon step back, hand splayed on his heart in dramatic offense, “are definitely at the wrong table. This gentleman is far too handsome for you!”

“I think he’s just the right amount of handsome,” Sly argues. “Just look at those bulging muscles,” he gestured, and Murray flexed, having a bit of fun now that he was in on the joke. “A man like that deserves the world!”

“Guys, you’re gonna make me blush,” Murray grumbled under his breath. Sly winked before sliding back into character as Bentley charged further.

“And? You still kept this gorgeous man waiting! Look at the poor guy’s makeup! All smudged because you were off…” Bentley waved his hand as he searched for an insult, “vaping!”

Sly gasped. “Do you think I would smoke around such a deceptively delicate flower?! The nerve!”

Murray looked over again as the restaurant doors opened. It was his real date, a buck with gold chains draped artfully around his antlers, dressed to the nines in a slimming suit to complement his slender body. Murray recognized the designer logo on his tie, and felt shame creep up his throat as he thought of his thrifted jacket and pilfered shirt. Even the silk skirt he was so proud of made him feel like a freak next to this guy.

“What’s going on here?” The buck spoke, his voice like molten chocolate, as he approached the table. “Which of you is Murray?” His eyes slid approvingly over Sly, and Murray hid his face. “I hope it’s you, handsome.”

“Sorry,” Sly slid in beside Murray, hooking his arm through the hippo’s. “I’m taken. Happily.”

“Me too.” Bentley took Murray’s hand, glaring at the buck.

The deer narrowed his eyes, then laughed. “Oh, thank god,” he said, relieved. “I could never be seen with such a,” he waved his hand derisively, “hideous beast.”

“Hey,” Sly said, voice sharp despite the different pitch. Murray recognized it as the raccoon’s “don’t fuck with me” voice, a rarely seen anger flashing in his eyes. “Murray is amazing! He’s funny and kind and always knows what to say!”

“His strength and skill can’t be matched!” Bentley agreed.

“And tonight, he’s my date.” Sly declared. “So fuck off.”

“No, he’s my date,” Bentley argued. “You fuck off!”

As his two friends bickered, Murray watched the deer walk away. He felt a little bit upset at the rejection, but his friends were nearby, defending him on what was technically their night off. He felt warm inside even so. It was good to be with his brothers again.

Once the deer was out of sight, Sly deflated. “Ack, my throat,” he complained. “I don’t know how you do those high-pitches voices, Murray. I feel like I’ll be raspy by tomorrow!”

Murray chuckled. “It takes practice.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Bentley suggested. “I think we’ve caused enough of a scene.” He glanced at the table. “Nothing needs to be paid for, right?”

“Nope. I didn’t order yet.” Murray replied.

“Let’s get Chinese,” Sly said, stretching as Murray got to his feet. “I saw a great place on the way over.” He locked his arm through Murray’s, hiding a yawn in the hippo’s bicep.

“Do you mean you saw it or smelled it?” Bentley asked, guiding Murray to the handles of his chair. That was about equivalent to hand-holding, Murray knew.

Sly laughed. “Both!”

“Chinese sounds fantastic,” Murray said, sighing in the fresh air. He was still upset about being stood up. He was glad for his friends, but…

“That guy was a complete jerk,” Bentley grumbled, going back to controlling his own chair as Sly let go of Murray. It wasn’t a sudden “no homo” sort of thing, though. It was more of a natural progression as they walked together on the sidewalk, with Bentley’s chair a half-step ahead. “What didjya day his name was?”

“Pierce Monogram,” Murray said. “Trust fund baby, I think. Works in the family business selling shoes.”

“That’s ironic,” Sly mused, swinging his arms up to rest behind his head as he walked. “He wasn’t wearing shoes.”

Murray laughed. “No, I guess he wasn’t. That’s a dealbreaker for me.”

“Murray, you don’t wear shoes either,” Bentley said.

“Exactly!” Murray went on, still laughing. “Somebody has to wear the shoes in the relationship!”

All three of them laughed, and couldn’t stop laughing until they reached the Chinese.

~

“Ah, the smell of sweet, sweet MSG,” Sly licked his lips as he set out the various cartons and bowls.

“This isn’t going to give me indigestion, is it?” Bentley asked skeptically, wrinkling his nose.

“No, no, I got your egg rolls and plain rice here,” Sly set out the food separately for Bentley before using a set of chopsticks to serve himself liberal amount of pork fried rice and vegetable lo mein, claiming one of the containers of scallion pancakes for himself.

“Man,” Murray grinned, slurping his hot and sour soup, “I forgot how good Chinese food actually is.”

“Right?!” Sly beamed. “Glad I thought of it. I haven’t had a good Chinese in months!”

“It’s delicious, I agree. Pass the wonton soup, Murray?” Bentley asked.

“What’re we watchin?” Sly asked between shoveling noodles into his mouth.

Murray blushed. “Are you guys gonna kill me if I say I wanna watch “Pitch Perfect” again?”

Sly swallowed noisily. “Nah, I like that one all right. It’s funny.”

“I’ve no objection,” Bentley said, taking off his glasses momentarily to clean them of the fog from his soup. “It’s date night, after all. You always pick the films for date night.”

“You guys still wanna call it date night?” Murray asked.

The gang had always jokingly held “date nights” for self care, movies, and video games. But that had been before Murray was officially out of the closet. His friends were straight. He thought they hadn’t had a date night in a while because his friends didn’t want to do that sort of this with him now that he was out as gay.

Sly leaned forward. “You okay, big guy?”

Murray sniffled. “I...I dunno, I thought you guys...didn’t wanna do this with me anymore.”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Bentley asked.

“I’m gay,” Murray confessed. “I like guys.”

“So?” Sly twitched his tail in confusion. “You’re still my brother. My friend.” He waved his tail in Murray’s face, making the hippo sneeze. “In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear,” the raccoon snuggled up properly against Murray’s side, chittering quietly, “I love you, pal.”

“So do I,” Bentley affirmed. “And...not to be too blunt about it, but...it was pretty obvious to me that you weren’t straight. But,” he cleared his throat, smiling. “That never mattered to me. You’re still my brother. And I still love you.”

Murray rubbed the tears out of his eyes. “Thanks, guys.”

“Sure thing, Murray,” Sly replied, butting his head against Murray’s shoulder before sitting up to properly shovel more food down his throat.

“I’ll get the DVD,” Bentley abandoned his food momentarily and rolled his chair over to set up the TV. Once he was done, he took his food and rolled closer to the couch, so Murray could enjoy his comfort, too.

Murray smiled warmly, happily chowing down on Chinese food and shouting all the words to the songs at the top of his lungs.

That was the best part about being home, Murray decided as he laughed at Sly nearly choking on a wonton and Bentley snorting soup out his nose. Being with the people who loved you unconditionally.

[max1461]

SON! You're watchin too many of those gays on the damn tele-vision. Before you know it you'll turn into a damn sissy boy!

[lunatic-fandom-space]

I was thinking about my last therapy session where I told my therapist about my little project and I explained it like "yeah, since I liked elisabeth: das musical I thought it would be fun to check out all the other sissi-films that are out there, and also all the rudolf-films because i might as well" and she was just like ".... theres films about that guy?" and that makes me think. yeah, why are there films about that guy. Or rather, why are there so many when he like barely has any cultural relevance. maybe he used to be more culturally relevant back in the day? or maybe people just made movies about him because they cared regardless of cultural relevance which is actually kinda beautiful...... is what I would say if i didnt hate the fact that most of these films existed, so instead I once again ask why theres so many movies about this guy

[vanchlo]

MC Profile / Harry / The Assistant

Thanks so much to Court @heart-attack-harry​ again for tagging me to do this fun little character challenge, and this time for the point of view of my character, Harry, from where I’m currently in my story, The Assistant! This was a lot of fun, I enjoyed picking Harry’s brain hehehe. 

Rules: Choose a few favourite photos/aesthetics of your tagged character, answer the questions below from their point of view and tag some characters/authors you would love to see answer next!

1. How do you display affection? What’s your love language? Well, I don’t think ‘m very good at showin’ affection in general or thru words, but ‘m tryna get betta at it. ‘d reckon I show affection by spendin’ time with that person, through touch like hugs, rubbin’ their back, squeezin’ their hand or arm, ticklin’ ‘em, sumtimes gifts, and ‘specially by payin’ all o’ me attention t’ ‘em when we’re talkin.’ I think I like t’ receive love in any o’ these ways, but quality time and touch ‘specially, which may be surprisin’ t’ some people who know me, and othas not so much. 

2. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Bloody hell, if I thought ‘bout it long enough, I could come up with a list a mile long. Hmmm, tha thing ‘d like t’ change most ‘bout meself is I wish I wasn’t so scared all tha time, and that ‘d be mo’ willin’ t’ take risks without bein’ afraid o’ it turnin’ out badly. I also wish I was betta at sayin’ what I feel when I feel it. 

3. What’s your ideal Saturday morning? My ideal Saturday mornin’ would start with a cup o’ coffee and prolly a doughnut which ‘ve been likin’ recently with me coffee. Then a nice slow start t’ me mornin’, preferably watchin’ a li’l news or a fav’ tv show, and mos’ likely playin’ guitar at tha same time. I prefer t’ sleep in, but afta so many years o’ wakin’ up at tha crack o’ dawn, I can neva get meself t’ sleep in past like nine, ‘s rubbish. 

4. What is your drink of choice? Non alcoholic? Alcoholic? My drink o’ choice tends t’ be a coffee, and these days, I drink it black. I used t’ like macchiatos and sumtimes I have one, but they’re too sweet sumtimes. I guess ‘m gettin’ old and borin,’ it even shows in how I take me coffee, and how 'm always drinkin’ water. Othawise, I have a tea e’ry once inn’a while. Then if ‘s past five in tha evenin’, sumtimes ‘ll have a few fingas o’ tequila or whiskey, or a mixed drink with eitha. Sumtimes a Guiness ‘s good, and ‘ll take a beer if that’s all me mate has, or those sissy wine coolers I used t’ get Becks. But I try not t’ go too far, ‘cept tha occasional night out with’a mate. Unsurprisingly, Rory always manages t’ get me drunk, I dunno why I keep goin’ out fer drinks with him knowin’ that’s what’ll happen. I had a bit o’ a problem afta Becks left with drinkin’, but I gott’a handle onnit and don’t drink as much anymo’.

5. How competitive are you? Blimey, ‘m far too competitive fer me own good sumtimes. I guess I found tha perfect profession fer it, bein’ a lawyer. I always wanna win me cases, but ‘s humbled me ova tha years o’ practicin’ that ya can’t win ‘em all. Myles eggin’ me on doesn't help eitha, or bloody Rory. ‘s even worse when we work a case togetha, and then we’re mos’ likely buttin’ heads tha whole time, hence why we rarely work togetha onn’a case. 

6. When did you last have sex? Fook, these questions keep gettin’ worse, don’t they? Um, this ‘s gonna take me a while t’ rememba . . . It was prolly a few months befo’ I broke up with Amber. She was always gone towards tha end and we were fightin’, and I jus’ didn’t feel that way ‘bout her anymo’. Fookin’ hell, that’s bleedin’ ova two years ago now, ‘m pathetic. 

7. What is your idea of a perfect date? Um, ‘m not very picky when it comes t’ a date, I don’t think. ‘Course I want it t’ be perfect, ‘specially if ‘s early on in tha relationship. I think a nice dinna out would be nice with some good drinks, but ‘d be happy cookin’ fer sumbody and watchin’ a film on tha sofa togetha. I reckon as long yer comfortable with tha otha person and yer havin’ fun, that’s all that really mattas. I admit I do like t’ impress at first tho’, and take ‘em out for a nice meal. 

8. What is your most treasured possession? ‘d hafta say me most prized possession may be my leather journal that I write in often, but not much lately, unfortunately. I just kinda write whateva’s on me mind or songs ‘ve written, which also reminds me my Gibson acoustic ranks fairly close t’ bein’ me most prized possession. ‘s been with me through a hell o’ a lot and holds loads o’ memories fer me seein’ me late granddad gave it t’ me as it was once his. Becks even tried t’ play it once and my was that hilarious, and fookin’ cute. ‘d sure like t’ see her try it ‘gain.  Lastly, e’ryday I use me li’l pink pig tea infuser Becks got me and I think o’ her e’ry time I see it or use it, no wonder I drink loads o’ tea. 

9. Would you ever get a tattoo? Don’t really hafta answer this one, do I? Seein’ as me entire body ‘s almost covered in ‘em. ‘d definitely like t’ get loads mo’ tho’, like tattoo me kids’ names on me one day when I have some, so they’re always with me. I also recently have been wantin’ t’ get anotha flower thanks t’ a certain sumbody ;) 

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? Have you experienced it? Eh, I dunno ‘bout love at first sight, but I reckon ya can tell loads ‘bout a person from when ya first meet ‘em, like whether you’ll get on or not. Ya can’t tell if you’ll fall in love with ‘em, coz that takes far mo’ than jus’ seein’ ‘em fer tha first time. I do think meetin’ fer tha first time can be tellin’ tho’, and ya sure as hell can tell if yer attracted t’ ‘em from tha first sight o’ ‘em. I think tha closest thing t’ love at first sight ‘ve had was ratha promisin’, and it happens nearly e’ry time I see her too, God. I jus’ knew when I saw Becks fer tha first time there was sumthin’ different ‘bout her, sumthin ‘d been waitin’ me whole bloomin’ life t’ feel, and two years on ‘m still feelin’ it. 

*

Hmm I just did one of these so I don’t really know who to tag who I haven’t already, but if anybody would like to do it you can go ahead and say I tagged you! :) 

[explosively-psycho-a]

“Even sissy knows better, watchin’ them cartoon anti smoking ads every morning.”

[lechet]

sissys back there watchin pocahontas 

wouldnt john smith have died before they reached england

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Repost: Hey Angel Chapter 84

It had been over a month since the babies were born and the lack of sleep both you and Harry were experiencing started taking its toll on the both of you. Taking care of two newborns and two toddlers at the same time was a lot. Luckily Harry took a “paternity” leave, so he was home, but in a few days, he had some meetings scheduled again.

When the 2 am feeding came a long, you groaned getting up. Originally, you and Harry thought to take turns with the feeding and diaper changes during the night, but quickly discovered it was easier for both of you get to up at the same time and help out.

Like clock work, both Willow and Wylie started crying and Harry got up from the bed to take them from their cribs and bring them over to you. You positioned each baby and they quickly started to suckle you. You yawned as you looked over at Harry who was rubbing his eyes.

“You can go to sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you up when they’re to burp,” you whispered.

“No, I’m fine,” he said rubbing Willow’s little head since he was sitting close to her. “We need to take their one month picture soon.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I think it would be fun to have Ella and Jackson in the picture.”

“They’d love that,” he smiled. “You know, when we first met, I loved how much Jackson played the big brother role to Ella, even before we were together, but seeing him with these precious babies just makes my heart so happy especially knowing how he wasn’t sure about adding more babies into the mix.”

“Yeah, I’m really glad he’s so happy and loves being a big brother. And Ella, she’s still little herself, but she’s already a great big sister,” you said.

Harry smiled and kissed your head. “So, back to the picture, I was thinking maybe we could post a picture to our social media… I know we never really announced you were pregnant, therefore we haven’t said anything about them being born yet, but I think maybe now would be a good time.”

“I’m okay with that,” you nodded. “and speaking of making announcements,” you smirked. “We could probably throw in another one.”

“Are you talking about our wedding?” He laughed.

“Yep,” you giggled. “We’ve been married for a month.”

“How crazy is that?” He laughed. “Our anniversary is literally the day before our children’s birthday.”

“Well, that just means you should never forget it,” you smirked. “Cause if you forget one, you’ll forget the other.”

“I could never forget the day I married you or the day you brought these amazing babies into our world,” he whispered.

“You say that now, but just wait until we’re celebrating number ten,” you giggled handing him Willow to burp.

He laughed taking a squirming Willow into his arms before holding her over his shoulder and gently hitting her back, while you did the same with Wylie.

**

The next morning, well a few hours later, you were woken up by not the sounds of crying babies, but giggling babies. You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes when you saw Jackson and Ella peeking through the crib at the sleeping babies.

“Dey so cute,” Ella giggled.

“Like us!” Jackson said. “Wylie looks like me and Willow look like you.”

“Ya we pretty,” Ella giggled.

“How ya thinking they get out of Mummy’s tummy?” he whispered.

“I not know,” Ella shrugged. “Dow dey get in there in first place?”

“Daddy said love magic,” he said. “Maybe dey come out da same way.”

“What are you two doing?” You laughed walking over to them.

“Nuffin!” They both said. “We uh watchin babies.”

“I see that, why don’t you come lay up in the bed with Daddy and me so we can cuddle while the babies are still sleeping,” you said.

“Kay!” They giggled before running over and jumping on top of Harry who lets out a huge oomph.

“Are you two trying to kill me?” He groaned looking back them.

“Nu uh. We cuddle,” Ella smiled laying on him.

“Aw, well I love cuddling my babies,” he smiled wrapping his arms around her.

You smiled laying down next to them and Jackson squeezes in between the two of you and you all fall back asleep for another hour.

**

“Okay, who’s ready to take some pictures?” Harry said getting his camera ready.

“ME!” Both Jackson and Ella laughed.

“Of course you are,” he laughed. “I don’t even know why I asked. I remember when you two were taking pictures with Mummy for that magazine.”

“That was fun!” Jackson giggled.

“Yeah,” you mumbled setting the babies on the floor. “Okay, now Ella, Jackson, you have to be really careful remember, especially when the babies are the floor.”

“We know! We be careful,” Jackson said.

You nodded and helped them down to position them while Harry started snapping the pictures. The kids giggled and kissed the babies foreheads and tickled them. You and Harry had the biggest smiles on your faces.

“You two are the bestest big brother and sister ever,” Harry smiled.

“Bestest isn’t a word,” you laughed.

“It should be!” He laughed.

You giggled and looked over at the kids. “Even if it’s not a word, your father’s right.”

“Duh!” Jackson said. “I da bestest cause I got da bestest sissies and brother!”

“Hey dat me!” Ella giggled.

“Yep,” he smiled kissing her cheek. “Love my Ella.”

“And I wuv my Jack-Jack!” she giggled.

You and Harry both smiled at each other and went back to taking more pictures.

A few hours later, once you two finally decided on your pictures to post, you both went onto your individual Instagrams and made your posts.

YourInstagramName: Happy One Month to the Styles Twins! Everyone meet Wylie and Willow Styles. They love to eat, sleep, poop, and spit up on their Daddy. And of course, they can’t get enough of their big brother and sister, who adore them just as much!

HarryStyles: Big Brother. Little Brother. Little Sister. Big Sister. Four + Two = A Family of Six. Jackson and Ella Styles couldn’t be happier with the newest editions to our family and neither are we. Everyone meet Willow and Wylie Styles, the cutest, coolest, and hippest One-month-olds you’ll ever meet.

Yourinstagramname: Willow and Wylie weren’t the only ones to become Styles last month. That day was more than I could have ever imagined and I owe it all to the love of my life.

HarryStyles: Not only did I become the father to two more babies. I also became the husband to my soulmate. This woman is amazing and is more than I deserve. She’s an amazing Step-Mummy to Jackson and an amazing mother to Ella, Willow, and Wylie. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to spend the rest of my life with.

**

“What do you think people will say?” You asked him once you posted the photos.

“I’d hope everyone would be happy for us, but we both know that won’t be the case,” he sighed. “But it doesn’t matter because we’re happy our babies are happy and that’s all that does matter.”

“I love you,” you whispered.

“And I love you,” he smiled. “More than I could ever say or show you.”

You giggled. “Well, you might not be able to show me just yet, but that’s doesn’t we can’t have a little makeout fest.”

He smirked pulling you closer to him and pressing his lips against yours.

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Triage

Dear Readers,

For my first interview, I caught up with our patronless new fighter, Delesta Dorel, to see how she was coming along after her run-in with E’zayi. Miss Dorel is currently seeking a patron, so if any are looking for new fighters then pay close attention to our interview to see if she is a good fit for you.

C: [So,] how are your injuries coming along? Is your arm healing okay? D: It ain' as bad as other things. It's basically back t' where it was. Still a bi' sore an' all bu' th' fact I can be fightin' wi' it so soon bein' a blessin'.

C: It's good to see you're recovering well. You received a rather rough welcome on your first night. Tell me, what made you decide to fight in the Proving Grounds? D: Tha' wasn' tha' bad o' a rough welcome. I be have two tough an' close fights tha' got painful an' givin' folk th' blood an' violence they be expectin'... Tha' is a good one t' ask. Ain' abou' th' money. I ain' even got a Patron backin' me. It ain' abou' th' glory o' th' people watchin'.  I ain' 'xactly someone who people wan' see mos' o' th' time, compared t' someone like Hayle. Fuck it, les' be honest. Bloodstone? Tha' shit is soft. Three sissy slaps an' th' fight is over. It ain' a fight period. An'  I can't be goin' t' th' Quicksands t' be startin' a fight or th' Blades goin' throw me back in a cell. Nevermind y' don' know when y' goin' run up on someone who don' know how t' handle a fight an' start shootin' they gun off o' stabbin' till y' stop breathin'. I wan' t' fight an' I wan' work through some...problems I be havin' goin' on. An' this bein'...wha' th' word....therapy? Tha' th' one?

C: Interesting, so you were looking for an outlet to work through things. The Proving Grounds will surely give you the chance to do that, though some fighters might kill you just as soon as a drunken gunner at the Quicksand, and I daresay they'd enjoy it a lot more. Speaking of your lack of a patron though, is there any reason that your previous sponsor was just for one fight? D: Those fighters tha' might jus' kill me goin' have a lot t' do to get there. Quicksands be far more people an' far more folk thinkin' they can play a hero. Suddenly one scrap becomes a jump o' for folk an' one starts slippin' a dagger in wi'out th' others knowin'. This is...we jus' go at it. I ain' t' go ou' airin' folk's buisiness abou' it. Bu' things happened at th' party before tha' made me question things. An' I honored th' agreement we had for tha' fight an' after tha', I said I can't accept they name t' mine. Wasn' abou' coin, was abou' principle.

C: That's fair, it is your choice to fight for a patron or not, and I certainly don't mean to pry. Since you are in the market for a patron now, why don't you tell us a little about your fighting experience? D: Heh...experience. Lemme ask y' somethin', y' grew up in Ul'dah? C: I only moved to Ul'dah shortly before the Proving Grounds opened back up. D: Well, y' know abou' Pearl LAne? I ain' know if Limsa be havin' th' same sort o' folk an' y' "Rogues Guild" sor' o' seemin' a tad soft on th' 'Rogue' part. C: I can't say I am familiar with Pearl Lane myself, though I imagine a fair number of my readers may be. D: It's a place y' don' wan' be growin' up. Thieves, killers, swindlers, fighters, folk wi' nowhere t' go an' no help havin' t' find they own way t' be livin'. Ul'dah is like tha'....very much like tha'. This place goin' make o' break y' an' do it early. So my experience? I been a fighter since my eighth summer. I had a lil' sister t' take over an' we came here like so many others be after....well  th' Empire an' shit. So I had t' learn how t' protect me an' mine by any means. I ain' have no formal trainin' ou'side o' th' people I put knuckles to an' they put blades back. I ain' some Pugilist, I ain' some flashy blade holdin' fighter, I fight t' win by any means.

C: I see, I am very sorry to hear you had to grow up in that kind of situation. One last question before we conclude the interview; Are there any fighters that have caught your eye in particular? Ones you'd like to fight or avoid? D: Don' be apologizin'. This is wha' I had t' work wi'. An' I made it work. Th' one who beat me? Th' Tia? I wan' another go at him. Ou'side o' tha'? Anyone who be put in front o' me? I'll handle. An' if anyone answers tha' question differently, they ain' deserve t' have their words read. We here t' fight. Not t' try an' sneak ou' way t' th' easiest ones. I'll fight anyone. Period.

C: Anything you'd like to add before we conclude the interview then? D: I jus' hope th' fighters know they goin' have a lot more trouble goin' forward now tha' I'm here. No easy rounds from me. Period

Miss Dorel is nothing if not confident and candid. Personally, I look forward to seeing how she fares in the coming matches. Hopefully this lovely miqo’te finds a patron soon so she may continue fighting.

                                                                       --C. Blythe

@mateusprovinggrounds

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Meow-llo Dear Furiends, it’s time once again fur Blest Sunday. There’s only 11 days left till Thanksgiving, can you believe it? Even closer still is me’s 10th Gotchaday. Yep, me’s been Blest to have mommy fur 10 whole years now. Me thinks me made a purretty good choice.   

                  Ya’ know sissy, mommy had a little somethin’ to do with that too. After all, ifin she hadn’t showed up to check you out, ya’ never could’ve picked her.   

  Hogwash Raena!!! Me believes God would’ve found a way to send me to her. It was meant to be. ya’ know, written in the stars and all.  

            Who’s been watchin’ too much teevee now sissy?   

  Here’s mine’s laundry selfie.

      So you didn’t pick mommy Raena? You would’ve rather had a different mommy?   

            Y NO sissy!!! I’s sure nuff picked mommy. I’s wouldn’t wanna live anywhere else in the universe!!! But, ifin mommy hadn’t showed up…(Raena shakes head). Well, I’s just don’t even wanna think ‘bout what could’ve happened to me.  

        Well Raena, there ya’ go. Anyways, while you were playin’ in the laundry last night, me was meowin’ with mommy ‘bout our plans to make our Furiendship pawrty a celebration fur all those whose birthdays and gotchadays fall durin’ the holidays and offen get overlooked cuz of the hustle and bustle of the season.   

  Me’s getting ready fur Christmas selfie.

                I’s think it’s a great plan sissy. But, I’s thought we should include anypawdy who might’ve got overlooked throughout the year. Ya’ know, cuz humans sometimes get wrapped up in human things and our special days offen get overlooked any time of the year. 

        You’re right Raena. So, here’s what we’re thinkin’. Purretty up your foto with any of the furiendship symbols below. Then, ifin ya’ want your special day to be included, just tell us the date when you email us your foto.  

      How to join the Friendship party:

1. Add any of the friendship symbols below to a photo of yourself (and/or your kitty or woofy). 

2. Email it to us at: lexi.dezi@yahoo.com by 12/5/2019.  

3. Tell us in your email what your birthday and/or gotchaday is/was. 

4. Tell us in your email the name of your blog or social media handle.

5. Join us the last Friday in December fur the biggest year end pawrty of 2019.

                  That’s sounds purrfect sissy. 

  Me thinks so too Raena. Now, seein’ as this is Blest Sunday, me would like to fank Timmy, uncle Pete, Einstein, Fitz, Toby, Buddy and Rumpy fur me’s birthday/gotchaday green papers. We are so Blest to have such amazin’ furiends. Me also wants to fank, Timmy and family, Valentine and Pipo, Dalton and Benji fur the pawsum birthday gotchaday cards.

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                We sure are sissy. We luvs all our furiends so very much. Meowin’ of furiends, I’s gonna go link us up with the Kitties Blue fur Sunday Selfies and then we can start pickin’ out decorations fur the pawrty.   

        Sounds like a plan Raena. And, don’t furget to join the Blessing Train. You can find your boxcar and instructions here. As we do each week, we’d like to remind you all to take a minute today and every day to Give Thanks fur the Blessings in your lives. Thank you fur bein’ Blessings in ours.  

  Till the next time………………………………………………………..Be Blest!!!  

  Dezi: Vibrant Blue 

Raena: Navy Blue 

  Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses  

  Deztinee and RaenaBelle 

Blest Sunday: Friends Make The World Go ‘Round