#thinking bout selling my cat for this

[thesagesjournal]

[Voicelines] April Fool's Day 2025

Oz: I stole your candy. I am that cat’s father. I burnt today’s pancakes… Only one out of these statements is true. …Take a guess as to which one… It’s easy to tell? I thought this could be a good opportunity to teach Arthur how to discern lies…

Arthur: Murr said the best way to tell if someone’s lying is to look them in the eyes and pay attention to how much they blink. Could you tell me something so I can test it out? ...We’ll be having omelettes for dinner from now until the end of time? Why, Riquet will be overjoyed!

Cain: Never thought you'd ask for a high-five, Owen! Gimme five~  …Is this… your arm? Nahhh, no way I’m falling for that.  I know you way too well. You never let anyone see you when you’re hurt. …Hey, come back and take your arm! I don’t need it!

Riquet: Master Sage, is it true we’ll only be having omelettes for dinner from now on? I overheard you and His Highness talking just now. …Oh, I see. I suppose you are allowed to lie today... But, honestly, that’s good to hear since I love all of Nero’s cooking!

Snow: ‘Did you hear? White and I are debuting as the Saucy Duo of the West! Shino explained to us what it means to be an idol, and with our unmatched cuteness, we'll take the world by storm... Hohoho, how much of that is a truth or lie, we shall leave to you.

White: Did you hear? White and I are debuting as the Saucy Duo of the West! Though unmatched in cuteness, we'll take the world by storm with our hidden adult charm... 'Tis what Figaro told us sells these days. Hohoho, how much of that is a truth or lie, we shall leave to you.

Mithra: The legendary super idol Mimi, is making his debut! A round of applause, everyone~... The twins set me up for this. They talked my ear off about it, but this is all I remember. ...Do you know what an 'idol', Master Sage?

Owen: Come on, Master Sage, give me five~ Why so serious? I know you want to. ...Owie! Why did you do that? My arm, you ripped off my arm... Owchie... Aw, quit shaking like a leaf. There's not even blood gushing everywhere.

Bradley: Ya can’t stop sneezin’? …Haha, very funny. Now quit mockin’ me and grow a real sense o’ humour… Hah, are ya bein’ fer real? Well damn, das too bad. Want me to pat yer back or somethin’?

Faust: I see someone's enjoying some nice mollycoddling in your lap. What an adorable little kitten. ...Did I say something out of line? Why are you looking at me like that? ...Whoever told you that cat's me has an awful sense of humour.

Shino: Your world can be a surprisingly brutal place. What do you mean people torch you for telling a lie? Lighting someone on fire, starting with their pants, is insane. That sounds straight from a Western or Northern wizard’s handbook.

Heathcliff: Sigh, I simply can't keep up with everyone's lies today. Earlier, Lord Oz told me he had a cat son, and I just didn't know how to react! ...I hope I didn't offend him.

Nero: Not all lies are bad, ya get me? It all depends on what and when yer lying 'bout. A lie can keep you and yer friends away from the cruel truth, or keep a conversation from escalatin' into a full-blown brawl. Though, I could be lyin' to ya right now with this mumble-jumble.

Shylock: I think I'll refrain from drinking today. ...My, is it really surprising? While it does depend on my mood, it wouldn't be a first. Although, I can't say I’ll last long once night rolls around. We shall see whether this ends up being a truth or lie by the end of today.

Murr: Didja know? I'm actually a cat! When I was a wee lad, Murr Hart cast a transformation spell on me and turned me into him! That's why Shylock calls me a cat all the time, and why I occasionally me~ow! ...Don't believe me, Master Sage? Ooh, and why's that? Got any proof?

Chloe: Since today is all about tricks and lies, Murr said his bit was that he wasn’t gonna do any! Isn’t that hilarious? …Wait? You think he could’ve been lying to me!? N-No way!!

Rustica: Earlier, Shino told me my pants would catch fire if I were to lie. Then, Owen said you ripped his arm off… Everyone is coming up with such elaborate tricks. Perhaps I should find something to set aflame or rip apart as well. …It’s not a competition?

Figaro: What if I told you the whole “Sage from another world” thing was a complete lie? …Aw, don’t look so sad. I was just joking. Believe me, I’m not going anywhere.

Rutile: Hello, Master Sage. Aww, isn’t that kitty on your lap the cutest? …Although, um! I actually came here to tell you that that cat is Mister Faust! There were, um, some things that happened with the Northern and Western wizards… And it’s the truth! Really!

Lennox: Would you like to go out with me later, Master Sage? I found a shop in the capital the other day that I think you might like. …No, this isn’t a lie. I really would like to take you there.

Mitile: Master Sage! I… Um… Sorry, I came up with a lie for you, but I completely blanked out just now… Ugh, I knew I should’ve called the Western wizards for help!

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Pass the Star

Azalea Fell meets Antoinette Crowley at her first roller derby bout with a new league. After an incident leads to a trip to A&E, the two are drawn to one another but Crowley is reluctant to potentially ruin a great friendship for something more.

Length: 57,618 Words

AO3 Rating: Explicit/ Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Human AU

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by mageofthepeople

*Minor Spoilers* I'm super totally normal about this one. I've been on an ineffable wives obsession this week and that was largely due to this fic. This is everything I want in a wives story! It's fun, engaging, creative, and a total win for lesbians.

Azalea and Crowley are derby girls on rival teams. I love the derby use here because, well it's hot, but also it's a fun sport that I can totally understand these two enjoying. Crowley is obvious to understand, it's physical and aggressive, outside the norm, and again hot. But the hard work here was to make Azalea fit in this space. The author does this by giving us a character that has already done some of the work of leaving her repressive past behind. She's uniquely herself, has a strong moral code, still hates customers and selling books, and has a sense of fashion and style that doesn't give a damn what other people think. She's still our sexy bookseller, but with tattoos and skates! Ugh tattooed omens is like catnip to me!

But the setting also works because it's well crafted! If you didn't have an obsession with the Elliot Page movie Whip It like I did, and don't know anything about roller derby, there's no worry here. You'll be able to follow right along. And the side characters fit into this word great! Ana was a surprise use, and one that I enjoyed! I feel like we usually see a Gabriel type character in the role that Ana fills here, so I loved the shake up. Plus, CAT. It's an instant win for me when there's a cat.

And did I mention it's hot?? The sex scenes in here are a little shorter, but excellent, and something to keep thinking about afterwards for sure. It's mostly safe in public overall, but for me I devoured it in one sitting at home. It's set up well for something to read in smaller bits but I cannot resist a good binge read. It's also clearly setting up for a sequel and honey, I'm seated. I'm subscribed and ready to go the moment more of this series drops. Already after my first draft of this post we got one! So I will end with a reminder to always subscribe to your favorite authors, because if I hadn't been I may have missed another entry to this universe and I'm an addict to these girls.

Read it here, fic by mageofthepeople

[storms-path]

So, How 'bout That Arcadion?

So I had (and still have) plans to do a write-up on Dawntrail's final dungeon and how it contrasts so interestingly with Amaurot and The Dead Ends after my analysis of Dawntrail and Conquerors, but then Arcadion decided to spring out of nowhere, grab me in a headlock and demand I talk about the music and how it reflects our new darling challengers.

So I'm gonna. As always, spoilers below, read at your own risk, etc. etc. Also I know very little about actual music theory so a lot of this is based on vibes and how things relate to themes and characters and all that. I'll leave the proper music analysis to the musicians. I'm here for the fighters!

So, let's start at the beginning with the cunning, cutting Black Cat. You might be surprised to know that Yaana and her theme were what inspired me to write about this in the first place! While her battle theme might not blow away anyone, that's kind of the point. She's a rookie, unestablished in Arcadion and just as hungry as you are, if not moreso, to prove herself a rising fighter.

The lack of any real lyrics aside from the crowd chants are very effective at displaying how the Black Cat lacks a proper identity at this point. That and the shared leitmotif with her sister (we'll get to her later) foreshadow that she is trying and failing to escape Eutrope's shadow. It's clear that even now Yaana's older sister's disappearance haunts her, to the point that she's following in Eutrope's footsteps to find the missing fighter, or failing that, answers.

Honey B. Lovely, on the other hand, is about as in-your-face as she can get. There's very little subtlety to this one, she wants your love and adoration forever and ever. And she wants so much more than only you can give. I do love the contrast between her song's incredibly chipper, saccharine sweet melodies and singing voice... as she's singing about essentially turning you into a mindless drone who will wait on her hand and foot, right down to threatening terrible violence if you manage to break free of it.

Charming lady, this one. Just look at all her new fans. Someone please get her song out of my head I can't stop hearing it while I try to work I just want to be a good little drone please stop

Speaking of contrasts, Brute Bomber is about as far from Honey B. Lovely's chipper little ditty as you can get. Another song without any vocals, unless you count guttural growling and roaring as vocals (though sidenote, I adore how they degrade into chiptune towards the end of it, that's so good). But unlike Black Cat, Brute Bomber very much has his own identity and purpose. In his case, the lack of lyrics are because he simply doesn't need them.

Where Honey B. Lovely is desperately trying to win you over and failing to hide the venom beneath, Brute Bomber is just here to beat you up until you stop moving. He's the champion! What does he need with some stupid lyrics? You don't need to understand him, you just need to understand that he's better than you and he's going to prove it by beating you bloody. His is a refreshingly simple track. Hard, heavy, no frills. Just like him.

And then there's our surprise final challenger, Wicked Thunder. She's in a whole other league compared to the others and she knows it. Really, there's not much to say about her that her song doesn't spell out. She's desperate, driven to try the unthinkable thanks to her slowly eroding soul. She's tasted glory but the aftertaste has her choking, and only claiming our soul for her own will cleanse the palate.

That being said, the sheer confidence in her vocals are what really sells her as a serious threat. While most of the song focuses on what she's lost, the chorus is a battle cry, a ringing roar of protest against anyone who thinks she's beaten. The repetition is used excellently throughout, hammering home both her desperation and her conviction. She will win, even if it costs her everything she once held dear.

Anyway, all of this is really to say that I completely adore Arcadion so far and I can't wait to see how the new tiers fold me over a table and shatter my spine from the top rope. They absolutely nailed the wrestling vibes with this tier, right down to the electric theme songs. And to think, this is only the beginning!

[chaosfairy18]

A future

Skittery often sat alone on the steps to the lodge or the fire escape, smoking and silently staring into the streets. And While Bumlets did enjoy talking to people too, he didn’t want to let Skittery retreat more and more into himself, sitting out there every day.

So he started sitting next to him, not talking to him if Skittery didn’t prompt it first – which wasn’t at all, those first few days. But Bumlets had nothing If not patience, so he kept sitting next to Skittery for an hour or two every evening, reading something, thinking or just looking out into the street next to him.

After about a week, Skittery started offering him a cigarette every time he sat down – Bumlets declined because he always coughed terribly whenever he tried – and afterwards, Skittery had even quietly mumbled that he enjoyed his company. That had lifted his mood considerably for the entire rest of the day and the next, Bumlets waking up feeling happy and greeting Skittery as he passed him on the way to the distribution centre.

While selling with Pie Eater even his friend seemed to notice, but with Pie being as kind as he was, he only teased him a bit with what boy or girl got him smiling so much. Bumlets could probably tell him, but… he felt like he shouldn’t. It was their own little secret – even if everyone could see them sitting there anyways. And it was nice, knowing he’d gotten closer to the often glum boy.

That evening, he sat down again, this time with a little booklet. Bumlets wasn’t very much of a painter, especially if it came to people, but sometimes he liked sketching houses and buildings. Loved either drawing what he saw in the moment or imagining stories to the little buildings he created.

“What’cha doin’?”, asked Skittery after what had to at least have been thirty minutes. Bumlets wondered if he’d thought about asking it for a long time or if it just came up.

“Sketching my dream house.” At some point it had gone from generic ‘house’ to him thinking what he’d at some point like to have, if he ever actually made significant money, which was unlikely of course.

He still liked to dream.

“Alone?”, Skittery asked after a drag of his cigarette, eyebrow raised.

Bumlets shook his head. “No, don’t think I could live alone. Don’t wanna be packed like here either, but… I’d like to have my closest friends there, you know?” He turned more to Skittery, who had seemed to get contemplative. “And you? Would you like something like that?”

Chewing on his cigarette, the tall boy wanted to say nothing or to say that it wasn’t worth dreaming about things that weren’t possible in ten lifetimes anyways. “…I’d get a cat.”, he said instead, surprised about himself.

Tensing a bit as the boy next to him didn’t answer and just scribbled something on his page, Skittery thought maybe he shouldn’t have said it, at least until Bumlets held the drawing to his face. A fluffy cat sat in front of the farmhouse.

Skittery turned away, taking a drag from his cigarette as he felt his eyes burning with tears. “Yeah. Guess like that.” Skittery shouldn’t let it mean something, shouldn’t think about it. Bumlets would leave, just like everyone always left, eventually. If he even thought about it, considered this future… it would just hurt more, in the long run.

And yet…

“Could we get a dog too?”

We. “What ‘bout the cat?”

Bumlets smiled, pushing him with his elbow. “Of course with the cat. Maybe sheep? Though chickens might be easier.”

“Can add whatever, ’s just fictional anyways.”, he replied dryly. And it wasn’t like he could do it anyways. There was no way he was leaving his brother here.

Bumlets sighed, scooting a bit closer. He wouldn’t let Skittery evade the topic, hoping to get through to him. “I think chickens and lots of vegetables could be nice. We don’t get ‘nough here.”

“You really believe in that shit?”, Skittery snapped, aiming to shove the dark-haired boy away.

“I need to believe in something.”, he simply answered, as close as before. “And for me, it’s that.”

Bumlets was strange to Skittery. He believed in things, in people, even if they had disappointed him before, or even if they didn’t want to be close to him. Skittery didn’t. Couldn’t.

And yet, the boy was still there. “Well I don’t got no fairy tale ending.”

He shrugged. “That’s fine. I just want to think of other lives than the one in this damn city.”

Skittery glanced at him, not having heard Bumlets swear often. “Thought you liked it.”

“I do. Mostly. But I know it’s not what I want forever. And besides, we’re getting’ old, Skitts.”

Skittery couldn’t help but remember when he’d first gotten to the lodge, dragging his tiny brother with him, scared of everything and everyone. It felt both like yesterday and like centuries ago. But he also knew he was 17. There was no forever in the lodge. “Can’t leave without Tumbler.”

Bumlets turned to him, looking more serious. “I know. I couldn’t leave without Flip either. Or at least not leave if I didn’t know if he was okay.” With a small smile he tapped the drawing again. “The house would be big enough for them, too.”

He had it all planned out, huh? “And how’re you gonna get that money?”

Chewing on the back of his pencil, Bumlets shrugged. “Get another job? Beat Race at poker? I don’t know, Skitts. But it’s somethin’ I’d want to work towards. A little house outside the city, with a garden and some animals. And maybe Fillip can breath better there, too.” He added the last bit quietly, but Skittery knew that almost every year the little boy coughed up a lung for at least a month, not having a normal flu or cold, just not getting proper air.

And… well, Skittery knew it was a futile dream. But it seemed Bumlets knew too, he just chose to believe in it anyway.

“Maybe you’ll get it one day.”, he still mumbled, wanting to give him something, at least.

“We will.”

Sure.

[therottenkingsreckoning]

Happy New Years Eve everyone! I'm so proud of you all for making it through another year. As a treat, here's a new chapter- short and sweet, just the perfect thing for us all right now. Enjoy!

~~Little Flame, Chapter 11~~

Of course Howdy had been more than willing to sell them the added supplies. Bulk orders of milk & diapers, extra clothes, a second crib and mattress on special order and express shipping. And, on top of that, the necessary decorations for their nursery.

Frank looked up from where he and the cats sat on a plastic-wrapped couch, watching as their husband painted the walls a gentle green. "What should their names be?" the grey asked, "It won't be long before the babies are here, and a name is important."

"Hmm..." Eddie said, tapping his chin with the paintbrush's wooden end. "How 'bout Frank & Eddie Jr.?"

"I'm serious!" Frank huffed lightheartedly. "We need good names."

"What? My name isn't good?" Eddie put a hand on his hip, the other holding himself steady on the ladder.

"No! N-no honey, I didn't mean like-"

"Relax, relax," the man chuckled. "I get what ya mean. I..." he thought a bit more and added, "Well, my grandpa's name was Steven, and I reckon I have always been sort of fond of that."

"Steven Dear?" Frank said. Then softer, "Steven FranklyDear... mhmm, I like it. A lovely name for our lovely boy."

"Heh, I knew you would," Eddie declared triumphantly. "Now what should we name the other one?"

"Anna?" Frank suggested.

"No, that doesn't feel quite right."

"Mary."

"Too much like Marigold," Eddie declared, waving the brush now for emphasis. "We need somethin' special for her, a name that's all her own."

Frank chuckled and shook his head, muttering "you're silly." But they still thought long and hard about it, until suddenly snapping his fingers and announcing "Charlotte's Web!"

"Huh?"

"I was reading that again the other night," they said. "I've always loved that story. And now that I think about it, her name would be perfect!"

Eddie squinted his eyes. "You'd...name our daughter after a spider?"

"Well not just any spider! She's kind, and smart, and a wonderful artist. All traits I would love for our little one to have. Wouldn't you?" Frank looked to his husband pleadingly.

Eddie sighed, a smile creeping on to his face. He had to admit it, his love had a point. And the name by itself wasn't bad at all, enough that he would be willing to overlook the origins.

"Alright," he chuckled. "Charlotte it is then. We could call her Charlie though."

"We are not doing that."

"Or even Chuck!"

"Sto-Oh!" Frank paused a moment, hands and eyes suddenly turning to his stomach.

"What? What? What's going on?" Eddie squeaked, trying to get off the ladder as quick as he could. If Frank was in trouble, he had to help! In the rush, his foot caught on a step, nearly sending him toppling until he steadied himself. From below a cry of "careful!" rang out, Frank rising with arms outstretched to save their mate.

"Easy," the grey said nervously. "Just come down slowly. It's nothing serious, I promise."

Once safe on the ground, Eddie walked towards his love, now tenderly stroking their belly. The man had guessed by now what was happening, a feeling confirmed when Frank took his hand and gently guided it over the mound, coming to rest in a place where the drumming of movement could be felt against his palm.

"They're kicking," Frank whisper-giggled. "I think they're excited to meet you!"

Eddie's heart was full to bursting. These little lives, the ones he'd dreamt of for years, that he already loved so much, he could feel them! He'd seen them! They were really here!

Wiping tears from his eyes, he sank to the floor, head resting against his lover's belly. "I'm excited to meet you too," he murmured. "Charlotte and Steven...your daddy loves you."

"They love you too," Frank said, hand resting on his husband's shoulder. "We all do."

[moonstruckdraws]

Okay so..-

Was using my pocket book one day when I got the urge to make a character with big curly hair and- and made her (one the first draft I took one look at her and saw Rose Quartz- and loudly groooaned! IT WASN'T INTENTIONAL I SWEAR OAGIEIFASOFISN)

So now I have a new oc (which I have little of in the first place lol); her name is Titilayo, she mainly goes by Titi.

Here, have a long spiel and random facts bout her I had while making her (as I rambled them to @tamblerdraws lol):

She has a bigger than life personality, loving life and everything in it; from people, to animals, to plants. She's massive big sister energy and loves her friends and family more than anything. She loves every day and month and year, enjoying the fun things in life while also feeling content.

However, she has a deep struggle with change (have decided the cause of it yet), and dreads every second when the topic of age or elderly futures come up. She fears losing the people she loves in any shape or form whether it'd be losing touch, arguments, or their passing; so she ends up being extremely clingy and slightly overprotective of those she holds dear (which is a lot of people). Any change that causes long-lasting effects she's paranoid by (like going skydiving vs moving somewhere else, she'd rather go skydiving).

This stems over to plants too, as Titi runs a succulent shop, and only succulents. She never sells just flowers because they don't last as long in comparison. But she loves her job and tending to her plants.

She does have pets though! She's against owning a cat or dog for herself since they don't live for that long (in her mind). Credit for the names goes to Tambler (ty Tambler you genius): Ouroboros is a Rosy Boa snake, based on the type of snake the ouroboros is (but the other species of snake is really big and didn't want to draw all that lol). The name representing the eternal cycle of death & rebirth, which is Titi's brand of eternity, or never-changing. They live for about 30 years, so I think she saw it as a long enough time to own one. Her second pet is a Greek tortoise named Mikey (because Mikey would be her favorite tmnt turtle). They live for about 50 years but can live for 150-200 years. She gets Mikey when she is really young, so he's her life-long pet. Greek tortoise are also so itty bitty; it's adorable.

Last fact, and funfact, of her is that she's cupioromantic. She is naturally an affectionate person to people and loves displaying her love for them. However, the romantic attraction she think she desires is lost when put into practice, so she's living her single life. The joke me and my friend both cackled at was when I said, "yeah, no, she has +10 exes." What can I say, she's a pretty lady. Okay that's enough rambling from me-

[aimportantdragoncollector]

How bout a Hybrid AU where Second is a wolf hybrid and Yoichi is a Cat hybrid.

Oh, and Second is still terrified of cats.

Poor Second, LOL.

1. We're going full Romeo and Juliet with this one! Second comes from a powerful wolf family and Yoichi comes from a powerful cat family. They've been feuding for centuries. Second is scared of cats because All for One nearly murdered him as a child and left a long scar across his face.

2. Second and Yoichi both want to end this bitter and pointless feud. So, they decide to pretend to be in love and elope. The two of them barely know each other, they just are both united in wanting the violence to end. They bind themselves to each other in marriage using a magic that means if one of them dies, the other dies. This is their gambit to force their families to end the feud.

3. It works. All for One isn't happy, but he's not family head. In this AU, the Shigaraki parents are both loving and dote on their youngest son so they have no choice but to strike a truce with their mortal enemies. Second is the sole heir to his family, so he has even more leverage. Even All for One can't do anything with his precious little brother's life at stake. Though of course he's researching divorce magic.

4. Second and Yoichi know that if they want to make this truce last in the long run even after their deaths, they have to sell the lovey-dovey act and convince their parents how happy they are. This means a lot of PDA and glomping each other in public. Unfortunately, Second is terrified of cats. He's doing his absolute best to pass off his fear as shyness and lovesickness. He's already "fainted from Yoichi's beauty" half a dozen times. Yoichi is understanding and feels guilty his older brother tried to murder a kid. Second finds Yoichi devastatingly attractive and feels guilty about pushing away such a nice person.

5. Inevitably, Yoichi falls in love with Second but thinks his feelings can never be requitted because of Second's phobia. Second was already head over heels for Yoichi a long time ago and has been working in secret to overcome his fear using exposure therapy with cat pictures, cat plushies, cat blankets, etc. Yoichi thinks Second is sneaking off to have an affair, but doesn't feel like he can complain since it's a fake relationship.

6. All for One also thinks that Second is having an affair and decides to expose him--but instead exposes Second's room full of cat memorabilia. People just think Second really loves cats. That would explain why he married one. Second admits to Yoichi what he's been doing and confesses his love. Silly All for One, accidentally playing matchmaker for his little brother again!

(All of these are free to use in my Three Weeks of Trioholders event.)

[asmrbrainrot]

The Gator boys & the Moon Witch~ Ch 1

It had been a fairly quiet week for Esther, or Sybil now. How long had she been going by that name? A few years at least, since she had gotten away from that awful Rexite priest… but she’d rather not remember. The whole traveling cabaret act treated her well. As well as it could at least, considering the nature of showbiz. Common sense told her she should probably be finding a place to settle down by now but she enjoyed floating from place to place. (Even when she didn’t need to) It’s not like this was her only source of income though. She was a witch after all, so it wasn’t difficult to make money on the side selling glamor potions or ready-made spell scrolls.

She slowed her broom as she took in the scenery around her. Cypress trees, cat tails, the smell of autumn in the air, it had been a while since she had traveled along the countryside. She halted her broom to read the wooden sign that marked her destination. “Welcome to Lilloway, Home of the Silverben Swamps” “Huh Quaint little place..” she muttered to herself. She decided to finish her journey on foot. Bella had woken from her nap and was getting ancy in her basket, besides after flying all day a walk would do Esther some good. It was surprising that such a small town like this would even have a nightclub, even more so that they invited her to perform. “Must be pretty short on entertainment if they invited a few old washups like us huh Belle?” The small dog gave an enthusiastic yip in response.

Not that she was complaining, a town like Lilloway was a pleasant change of pace from Akahn, with all its hustle and bustle. Something her college self would’ve loved, with all its trade and new-fangled gadgets. Oh goodness it had to be fifteen years now she was out of school. The woman leashed up her little friend and the two set into town. The once peaceful countryside soon melted into the stirrings of a village. As they approached the village square a corkboard with a plethora of fliers caught her eye. Thinking there might be a map among them Esther approached, Bella in tow. Hmmm Fall festival, Gabby’s Glamour spells, (Got enough of those as is) Oh! A freshly posted flier caught her eye. “Madam Sybil Dupree The Songbird of the South Performing at the Silverben Saloon!”. “Hmmm Guess we ain’t so washed up after all ey Belle?” Esther smiled leaning down to pet the black cavalier as it yipped excitedly. When suddenly Esther's attention was drawn to a set of large black boots that were approaching her.

“Howdy Ma’am.” Spoke the owner of the boots, in a deep husky voice. Esther stood up taking Bella with her as she faced the man. He was a tall muscular fellow with copper hair & beard. His arms marred with scars from what had to be his previous tussles. That and his serious demeanor told Esther this man wasn’t to be trifled with, nevertheless she had been brought up to give everyone a fair chance regardless. It’s what Earl would’ve done. “Well Hello there.” Esther responded warmly, Bella snugly in her arms. “Names Warren.” The burly man introduced, offering his hand as a sign of good will. Esther returned the gesture noting the rugged texture of his hand. A working man. “And you must be the famous Madam Dupree, if my eyes don’t deceive me.” Warren remarked, offering a kind smile while giving Bella a gentle pat on the head. “I don’t know if I’d call it that exactly!” Esther laughed, setting Bella down once more. “No need to be so humble! You’re all the town’s been talking about lately, well’sides them swap freaks runnin amuck.” The man remarked, ripping a bounty flier off the board.

Esther’s eyes were drawn to the flier, it depicted a terrible alligator-like beast with a hefty bounty listed at the bottom. Her chestnut eyes flicked from the flier to Warren, who had picked up on her curiosity. “Them beasts nothin ta worry bout Ma’am. Just a couple a wild half bloods runnin down the property value. Me an my men will have ‘em taken care of soon enough.” The man added in a vague attempt to “comfort” the women next to him. In truth Esther felt bad for those poor souls. Sure they looked a little different, acted a little different, but they didn’t ask to be that way. In the end they were just people trying to live their lives. Why should they be treated so horribly? “ So you’re a bounty hunter then?” Esther added dryly. If Warren was the kind of man to hunt down innocent people for sport then she wanted no part of him, but she had to be subtle about it. If word got around that she was some halfblood-sympathizing radical, she’d be run outta town faster than the half bloods themselves. “Looks like Warren caught a live one!” Shouted a woman from across the way.

She and another young fellow approached. Friends of Warren couldn’t be good company. Best to keep subtle for now though. “Aw hush up Andy. I was just greeting this lovely young lady to our town. It ain’t too often we get celebrities down here.” At this the younger blonde headed man perched up. “You’re Madam Dupree then! The one that’s ’s singing at the saloon?” The lad piped up. “Of course you would know Vernon! There’s hardly an’evenin you don’t spend at the saloon!” At this the two began to bicker before a calm yet stern hand gesture from Warren signaled the two to stop. “If you children are done I do believe Madam Dupree here needs some direction to the Inn.” Warren implored looking at Esther with a knowing glint in his emerald eyes. “Oh! Yes actually.” She responded “Then I reckon we should show you the way so you can get all settled an’ready for the show tonight!” Warren offered, the warm smile returning. “I’d like that.” And with that they were off to the Inn, little Bella in tow wagging her tail all the way.

[deritosmi]

I don't know much bout Sanrio, but I'd love to hear about it!

I smile and stare into your soul.

ANYWAYS

Sanrio is a company that sells products that are mostly based off of their characters, like the very well-known Hello Kitty :)

They originally were called the Yamanashi Silk Company. Their transition from regular products to cute stuff started with their strawberry collection, where they sold some items (I believe umbrellas and the like) that were pink and had strawberry patterns on them. This collection was a success, so they decided to pursue cute designs, which eventually lead to Hello Kitty.

Hello Kitty’s first appearance was on a coin purse!

Hello Kitty’s real name is Kitty White.

Her first show ever was Hello Kitty’s Furry Tale Theater. I would watch bits of the episodes on YouTube using a Wii U when I was little :)

I think my favorite hello kitty show is definitely Growing Up With Hello Kitty.

I haven’t watched Hello Kitty and Friends Supercute Adventures yet, but I’m looking to it.

Fun Facts!

Hello Kitty has a pet cat named Charmmy Kitty

Badtz Maru is a penguin, and he was born on April Fools

My Melody and Hello Kitty both made an appearance in Nintendo Wii U Super Mario Maker

Hello Kitty used to have a best friend named Cathy who was a bunny, but she is no longer used by Sanrio due to copyright by SanX

I love you

Hello Kitty has a twin sister named Mimmy White

[paleparearchive]

SummerTime Melancholy ~ The Night Flowers I Look Up At With You

Giotto's Scenario

Chapter 3 ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

(1/5)

Giotto: We're gonna do some live paintin’ in this park today.

Raffaello: … Seriously here? Because parents and their children often come here.

Giotto: It'll be fine. We're far away from the event venue. Plus c’mon, take a good look ‘round us. As ya can see, there’s not a soul in sight, even if it’s noon. It’s so quiet that even cats can comfortably sleep.

Have ya ever done live paintin’ in the middle of nowhere? I haven't!

Raffaello: Fufu, neither have I. There was always someone watching me.

Giotto: Compared to the usual, today feels pretty easy-going, ain’t it right?

Raffaello: This is my first time doing anything like this.

Giotto: Hahaha, I know, right!

Raffaello: Okay, I think I am starting to enjoy it a little.

Giotto: Oh, you’re lookin’ good! I'm lookin' forward to it too!

–Okay, you've made up your mind, right?

Raffaello: Yes, let's just do it.

Giotto: Aight, let's get started!

Raffaello: Right!

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(2/5)

Raffaello: –Hey you, the cat over there! Go back to sleep! Don't move at all!

Cat: Unya!?

Giotto: Oh!?

Raffaello: The shading of your fur, the marbling of your paw pads. Until I’ve carved them perfectly on this canvas!

Giotto: (The force Raffaello has when using his brush is truly terrific… It took me by surprise.)

Cat: Meoow~

Giotto: He must be a very experienced model if he can go back to sleep again~

Raffaello: Giotto!

Giotto: Yeah!?

Raffaello: You're off to a slow start! This is our live painting, right!?

I’ll end up finishing the painting all by myself! Does that satisfy you!?

Giotto: ! No way! I'm not gonna let ya have all the fun! Count me in as well!

Raffaello: That's better!

… … …

Raffaello: –Ugh, with this result, it would score about 60 points…!

Giotto: Hey hey, no one's watchin' today. There's no need to bring somethin’ ya can call "perfect" to the end.

For us, this live painting’s… a distraction, so to speak. It's not our goal to be evaluated.

Raffaello: ! … Aaah, that’s right!

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(3/5)

Giotto: Haah, haah…

Raffaello: The picture, the picture's done…

Giotto: Now, let's take our time to look at the paintings. Though it might be hard to see in this darkness…

Raffaello, I’ll take care of your brush now.

Raffaello: Ah. … Sorry, I must have done it again.

Giotto: Don't worry 'bout it. So, how ya feelin' now?

Raffaello: –Recently, I have been putting down the brush halfway through a painting, but I was able to finish it for the first time in a long time. I owe it to you, Giotto-san. Thank you.

Giotto: Not at all, we’re in the same boat. Thanks to ya keepin’ me company me, I was also able to paint a picture for the first time in a while.

Aaah, but time flies when you're paintin’, doesn't it?

Raffaello: I was surprised to see that the sun had completely set.

Giotto: Aaaah, I'm tireeeed~ It's a nice feelin’ of satisfaction.

Raffaello: Ah. If you lay on the ground as it is, your clothes will get dirty.

Giotto: I’ve been paintin’ like crazy that I’m already covered in paint. We both are.

Raffaello: That, too, is right. … I will sit next to you.

Giotto: Okay.

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(4/5)

Raffaello: … You said that "painters needs to paint to face themselves". Perhaps it is like you said, Giotto-san… Today's live painting was a lot of fun. To be honest, when I look at the finished product, I have many thoughts about it, but... I think this is who I am now.

Giotto: Haha. No way, I was thinkin' the same thing.

(It was nice to sell well as a painter and get the public’s attention, but that increased the amount of work that came in. Gradually, I could no longer find the time to face my paintings.)

(Both Raffaello and I were finally able to do that today. It was a nice distraction.)

Raffaello: Did something similar bother you too, Giotto-san?

Giotto: No, it's nothin’. I just thought we might be a lot alike.

Raffaello: You and I?

Giotto: Hahaha.

–Oh? Ya heard any noise, Raffaello?

Raffaello: A noise? … Ah, you are right. It is like something popping…

Giotto: Ah. Again.

Raffaello: Could this be the sound of fireworks?

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(5/5)

Giotto: I see. So the evening part of the event has begun.

Raffaello: Yes, it was a fireworks display.

Giotto: Hmmm, unfortunately, the building’s in the way, so I can't see the fireworks. I can only hear their sound.

It’s ‘cause I avoided the area near the venue. I'll hear about it later from those who went.

Raffaello: Fufu, is everyone having fun, I wonder?

Giotto: –Hey, Raffaello. I'm sure Ingres is also watchin' the fireworks somewhere.

Raffaello: …

Giotto: Just like ya, he hasn't stopped paintin'.

Raffaello: You… think so?

Giotto: Yeah. So ya keep goin’, keep shinin’ like those fireworks, and Ingres will look at you. You, who’s an artist.

Well, it might be a lil’ less convincing ‘cause I can't see the fireworks from here…

Raffaello: Fufu, well, you are right. You cannot see them from here. But even if you cannot see them, you know they are fireworks just from the sound. Like that, I will be myself. I will continue to paint for me.

Giotto: Yeah, that's right!

~ End. ~

[bluddymonster]

#FLOWKAGE

https://on.soundcloud.com/WCA4GhLTtfLd6UWM9

im here to colonize the minds of the youth that you've misled

the hat read put together am i right or am i left?

this visual demonstration

point fingers at your presentation

in a pedophilic nation

conquered by vile rapist

its a waste of back & forth

but if your hurt stay the course

you gon pay for that though

like your kids in that divorce

yes im fuckin ruthless

i'll leave this black dragon toothless

have his jaw wired shut

& unable to drink juices

go ahead call it boring and say that your snoring

them 3rd grade raps more corny than im horny

even with the one flow cant deny that im scoring

im the black cat when it come to writing stories

and these expository

stop them narratives

you got a shout from rory

that's funny not discouragin

i appreciate your courage

but you speaking about surface shit

god bless the child who has to learn shit the hardway

if u thought i would quit your in for some long days

i illicit these responses cause i spew truth like kanye

rough around the edges but never acting in a broadway

hoppin on a live speakin in such a broad sense

my heart been set since before your lil brother got hit

destiny's amusing my favorite type of entertainment

and at my GOAT arraignment we will laugh at your hatred

they dont like us

specially when you might just

mic up

& blasphemize their life till they lifeless

i'll keep it honest wit ya boy

i hate you fuckin oldheads

complaining bout the truth

though it was asked by muhammad

& i know it aint my fault

we can open the vault

go line for line

you'll get your legacy disolved

when the best of me's involved

the lesser me gets lost

that veteran minimum

just aint cutting it lil dawwww

you must be injury prone

cause the history shows

them epiphanies u had

aint changed shit at all

yall told us that this rap shit was established for the sellouts

now i echoed that statement and you wanna let a yellout ?

fuck that shit ima lay you to bed now

tuck you in nice with a pamper and some meds now

your 50 right?

how was that rectal examination?

i hope your health is amazing

but after this ass whooping

they gon have to double check ya anus

fix ya lips to diss me

yo bitch ass gon need dentures

i'll go ten for ten

you'll be the end of my adventure

the fans soul's famished

they miss when rappers were clever

you spit a fat joke

and now you falling flat forever

whats your opinion on that diddy shit?

rather hear that than these opinions bitch

put the game on me boy you know that i been killin shit

the weight on my shoulders makes me perform better bitch

call me what you want

but you cant call me a phony

thru all my worst days

i wouldn't ever look below me

to beef with anyone i dont feel is worthy

on an ig live or an ig story

the truth hurt dont it

the shoe fits dont it

i make ya mood switch

then leave you feeling broken

5 types of rappers

that we see in the game

a few worth the listens

some aint worth the plays

some tryna be lyrical

confusing syllables for message

others spit spiritual

miracles in their sentences

some sell their soul

then be rappin with a vengeance

rape the culture

then get supported by the veterans

music isnt owned

by the artist thats a fact

cant even get paid

more than a cent for your rap

but you screamin out cap

lemme spit more facts

the fact is you well respected at your craft

u respect the truth

and u appreciate the math

if they give you a percentage of a cent for a stream

that smells really similar to slavery to me

ill say this gently

since you misinterpreting heavily

if the shoe fits wear it

your medley speaks to the spirit

and you say the same thing

you gahdamn midget

what the fuck is music worth?

if we dont make no money?

that is the approach

of all these rappers who be dummies

if that shit was for you

i woulda left you a clue

you a black starr baby

i heard all your tunes

them shits inspiring

and i think the worlds spiraling

are you in a bind ?

is that why your viraling?

chasing clips consciously

i think its comedy

i'll destroy your whole colony

with my lyrical sodomy

im stomping on your playground

pushing the bullies to the ground

fuck your gatekeeping

this is my slide now

cause yall didnt back joey and he was badass

yall didnt back bishy even doom saw his talent

yall didnt back the zombies you treated em like trash bags

whole city of underachievers where the raps at?

pass the baton

or get stomped in front of your mom

and yes im spittin it calm

cause the truth in these psalms

it seem that beast coast flame

is really dying out

ice spice the hottest out

& everyline that leaves her mouth

is poop fart shit,

dont pout

their was also 6 9

and yall let that one rock

everybody on the block

was screaming the lyrics of a cop

you from a clown ass city

with rats big as birds

you can say that its gritty

its just dirty you heard

fix ya mouth to diss me

you gon end up with some dentures

on this lil adventure

ill probe you on whatever

fantastic souls famished

fishing for sumn clever

he spat a fat joke

then end up fallin flat forever

flat like the monitor

when somebody passes

the old game

was sold for the bettering of masses

anger seeping thru your pores

anytime you grab pen

tryna fix your head

to discuss everything i've said

the messenger may die

but the truth has been said

rather that then the lie's told

like rap hasn't been sold to its end

if you take the truth to heart

maybe its cause the shoe fits

but i'd never defend something

that i thought wasn't legit

rather bite my tongue

& keep the air in my lungs

then waste my time on lines of lie's

from someone white as a dove

i try to stay congruent

to the part of me that loves you

all the portions of my hate

have been healed by these tussle's

im not no russel simmons

but my meditation is in rhythm's

singing lavish hymms

about tryna change the system

polution of the mind

they want the tea like lipton

but i make the world tremble

with the truth when im spitting

anytime i utter words

their on the edge of their chairs

[dendrilart]

What's your personal art history?

That's a lot to unpack. lol I feel like talking about myself is boring to people so I'll include a TLDR at the bottom.

I was always very interested in art. I started creating characters in kindergarten and kept drawing and writing stories about them throughout grade school. I have a folder full of stories I wrote and illustrated, stapled together on notebook paper. The main characters were anthro reptiles and amphibians, living in a Florida community called Swampy Side. There was a whole cast of other animal characters. A gang of cats that bullied Lizzard and friends. (I know sp is wrong. I can't bear to change his name, lol) I was drawing them regularly until about 7th grade when I got hit with the Jhonen Vasquez influence. Started drawing monsters a lot more then.

Horror/spookiness was always an influence. I explored that more as I got older and nearly dropped the cartoons completely, but even in my old comics I gravitated to spooky themes. I think I was influenced by high school and early college education making me think I had to do fine art and not even considering illustration. I just painted and drew a lot of monsters. Explored styles - Stephen Gammell and Manglo Yukaman were big influences through that. Horror movies of course.

Eventually I came back around to doing more illustration and narrative work and started working on a webcomic called Estranged. I wanted to combine my interest of the paranormal and art. I burned through the first chapter and never really picked it up again for a long time. I have since started re-writing it. Like completely. Actually, I've re-written it several times. There's always a big enough gap between bouts of enthusiasm for it that I want to make significant changes.

I got a job doing t-shirt design and pre-press work for a local screen printer and did that for 8 years. I became the art dept. manager part way through and it eventually burned me out. I saved up and quit to pursue art and freelance full time. I've been selling various products and going to conventions here and there. Working on my portfolio and submitting to agencies sometimes.

TLDR; Drew cartoon animals as a kid. Got more interested in creepy art and comics as I got older. Painted monsters while confused about direction of my work. Then a "Real Job" as a screen print artist. Now I'm selling my own products and art and freelancing.

[nsfwmiamiart]

Lauryn Hill - Doo-Wop (That Thing) - Lyrics - Karaoké night

"Doo Wop (That Thing)"

Yo, remember back on the boogie when cats used to harmonize like, you know? Yo, my men and my women don't forget about the deen Sirat Al-Mustaqim Yo, it's about a thing If you feel real good, wave your hands in the air And lick two shots in the atmosphere It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The one you let hit it and never called you again 'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins You act like you ain't hear him then gave him a little trim To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend Like you wasn't down and you called him again Plus when you give it up so easy you ain't even fooling him If you did it then, then you'd probably fuck again Talking out your neck sayin' you're a Christian A Muslim sleeping with the gin Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin? Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trend Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem Baby girl, respect is just a minimum Niggas fucked up and you still defending them Now Lauryn is only human Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn. It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in Look at where you be in hair weaves like Europeans Fake nails done by Koreans Come again, come again, come again, come again, come again Guys you know you better watch out Some girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing The second verse is dedicated to the men More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women Him and his men come in the club like hooligans Don't care who they offend popping yang like you got yen Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement The pretty face, men claiming that they did a bid men Need to take care of their three or four kids And they face a court case when the child support late Money taking, heart breaking now you wonder why women hate men The sneaky silent men the punk domestic violence men The quick to shoot the semen stop acting like boys and be men How you gon' win when you ain't right within? How you gon' win when you ain't right within? How you gon' win when you ain't right within? Come again, come again, come again, come again, come again Watch out watch out, look out look out [4x] Girls you know you better watch out Some guys, some guys are only about That thing, that thing, that thing [2x] Guys you know you better watch out Some girls, some girls are only all about That thing, that thing,that thing [2x]

[curatedspacefiller]

A sort of serious but silly sounding question - I've seen that people sell dehydrated and freeze dried eggs on Etsy (and likely other places) so I've been wondering: are there any farmers who raise their chickens consistently around barn cats and are selling dehydrated egg yolks?

For context, I unexpectedly ended up with a cat this summer, it was a hard summer for rescuers where I live and I planned on just fostering him - fully aware that I was allergic and knowing that my symptoms were manageable with antihistamines - but we weren't able to find him a home and alas, poor little dude is stuck with me for the remainder of his nine lives.

When it was becoming obvious that he was going to stay with me for a while I started feeding him Purina LiveClear so that I could reduce my antihistamine intake and so far it's been working wonderfully for me (my bouts of allergy symptoms are few and far between without any medicine and it's been like that for a month now) but as he is officially My Cat now, I have to also think about his health in the long run and I would really like to be able to make more informed decisions about his diet without being so restricted (I'm feeling super guilty that he is sentenced to eating dry food with suboptimal nutritional value because it makes me not choke to death, basically). Long story short, I wanna try DIY-ing and figure out something that works for both of us, especially as I would really like to get him a sibling so that he can thrive.

(Another reason is that I try to avoid giving money to Nestle if not absolutely neccessary so an alternative would be swell)

[rainsmediaradio]

Drake - 8AM in Charlotte Lyrics

Drake - 8AM in Charlotte Lyrics Intro In God's hands (Conductor) Be grateful That He was there Glory (Yeah) I'm out here on the road You can hear it in the voice (Glory) Still get this shit off, though Look Verse 1 The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' go to jail Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'caine, they think they Orson Welles Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?" I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel 'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance That October sky is lookin' ominous The money is autonomous Shout' to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck? Interlude Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like This shit just too enticing right now, you know? Look Verse 2 Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass Metal detectors beepin' and security bypass The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time-lapse Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-dance You tryna rob me, and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant 'cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parentheses I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it Interlude Like, don't even worry about it, like You can hit me back whenever, or Or don't, you know? It is what it is, I guess Yeah, hm Look Verse 3 You young boys take some of that money and set it aside Not havin' enough to pay your tax is a federal crime You niggas obsessed with me, and it's not on no hetero vibe Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide Next thing you know, we tip-toein' past enemy lines Diss me so long ago, we making your memories fly Conspiracy theories start floatin' 'round like the Kennedy guy I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five Ayy, niggas lyin' for a livin', I couldn't relate We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face That's why you got deserted by your niggas like puddin' and cake I got you on camera bowin' down, but the footage is safe Thank God, another USB to put in the safe Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake I swear that y'all turned me into the villain, I couldn't escape Not sayin' I'm the best at what I do I'm just sayin' that it's me versus whoever wanna lose Pick any one of the Who's Whos, I got .22s for new crews R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well, true, true, haha Outro (In God's hands) Yeah (Be grateful) (That He was there) Read the full article

[bemystargirl]

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 — 02

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 after disobeying her mother for the last time, Dylan Gallagher was sent away from her home in Manhattan to her father in derry where she goes to a catholic all girls school where she meets her new friend group.

“Notice from Mr. McCauley. This year’s destination for the Euro Trotters trip will be dramatic pause…” Sister Michael begun, she twisted her head to look at Mr. McCauley. “Did you actually want me to do the dramatic pause?” He nodded.

“Interesting...” She mumbled under her breath before speaking again. “Paris, it’s going to be Paris. If you need any further information, there is a stall in the foyer. Sadly, I am unable to come on this one as I despise the French.”

Dylan lit up as the six of them walked down the hallway.

"I fucking love Paris!" She yelped shaking James shoulders, jumping up and down.

“There’s so much I want to do.” Clare started. “The Champs-Elysees, the Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre-”

“A French fella. That’s what I want to do. Nation of rides. My fanny is going funny just thinking about it.” Michelle cut her off making Dylan laugh and slow down her skipping.

“Could you not use that word, Michelle?”

“What, fanny?”

“Why do you always have to be so coarse?”

“What’s the big deal? We all have one.”

“I don’t.” James stated.

“You are one.” 

"Give it a rest." Dylan shut their bickering as they walked up to the foyer to sign for the euro trip.

“Bonjour, tout-le-monde. Comment allez-vous?” Jenny smiled cockily at them, Dylan fought the urge to scoff.

“Ferme ta gueule.” Dylan smiled back, as Jenny's smile dropped.

“Wise up, Jenny. Where do we sign?” Michelle added, Jenny quickly handed her the clipboard. “Hold on! Stall the fucking ball! 375 quid? Are you for real?”

Dylan pulled the clipboard closer to her, reading it.

“375 each? For fuckin’ real, Jenny? Isn’t there some sort of group discount?” Erin asked, Dylan looked up.

“It’s not Club 18 to 30.” Jenny raised her brows at them.

“This is a bit steep, Jenny.” Erin added.

“Just dip into your trust fund. I do it all the time.” Jenny shrugged, the group looked up at her in confusion.

“Our what?”

“It’s like an account your parents set up for you to help pay for things like university, your first car, educational trips!” The group looked at each other.

A lot happened in that hour they asked, all of them were a bust.

“Any joy with the trust fund?” Erin asked her.

“No, according to my ma, we’re actually quite poor.”

"What 'bout you, Dylan?" Erin turning to the brown haired girl sulking the in corner

"My dad started shouting at me for it." She scoffed, fighting the urge to kick the bin she was next to.

“What’s yours?” Fionnula asked Clare, who nervously gave her order.

Before Michelle and James burst into the chippy. “Well, Jenny Joyce was talking through her fat hole about this trust fund thing.” Michelle told Fionnula to her not to rush her..

"She's just a rich girl." Dylan added, rolling her eyes.

“Where the fuck are we going to get the money for Paris now?” Michelle looked round the group.

“We could sell our organs.” Orla suggested, making Dylan look at her weirdly

"We could rob someone." Dylan added, this time the group looked at her weird.

“Or, and forgive me if this is a bit left-field, but could we not, you know, get jobs?” Clare asked.

James' turned to the poster board, Dylan was leaning on. “So what are these?” The girl's turned to look, Dylan twisted her head to read them.

“Never really looked at this before.” Erin admitted.

“I just assumed they were all dead cat posters.” Michelle shrugged.

“I’m not sure if I’d be suited to any of these.” Erin added as they all looked at posters. “You’re all very practical and I’m just more creative.”

“You’re more of a slabber.” Michelle rolled her eyes at Erin who just huffed in response. A girl squished past them and took a small slip of paper. “Fuck’s sake. I think other people are on to this thing, girls.”

"No..really?" Dylan asked sarcastically.

“Oi!” Fionnula yelled again, catching the groups attention “I’ll not ask you again!”

“A large cowboy, Fionnula. And don’t be shy with the salt.” Michelle said.

“What about the wee limey?” The group looked back at the brunette

“Well, dicko?” Michelle sounded fed up waiting for him to say his order

“I’m okay, thanks.” James smiled, trying his best to be polite.

“What?” The girls asked like he tried to kill them or something.

“I don’t really want anything.”

“You don’t want anything? How could you not want anything? It’s lovely.” Erin looked him up and down with horror across her face.

“I just don’t really fancy it, that’s all.” James shrugged, Dylan looked down at the floor trying to avoid getting involved.

“I don’t understand.” Orla whispered to Erin

“Are you not feeling well, James?” Clare asked, seemingly setting him off.

“I don’t like it! Okay?” The rise in volume startled everyone in the shop. “It’s too greasy, it’s much, much too greasy! Even the smell of it makes me feel physically sick!” He went quiet noticing everyone's stares, Dylan decided to ease the tension.

"Yeah.. I don't really like 'chippy' either.." Dylan practically shrunk into a pea noticing the look of betrayal painted on the girls faces as they turn from James to Dylan.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that, Fionnula.” Michelle apologized “You two are a fucking embarrassment.”

"Aye, I expected that from James, but from you, Dylan?" Erin looked over at the brunette as she frowned at the floor, James looked round in confusion at her words.

“Get 'em out of here!” Fionnula yelled, Dylan jumped at how loud her words were.

“You heard the woman.” Michelle looked over at the two, Dylan moved first, her hands going to James' back pushing the two of them out of the store, she stuck her hands into her denim jacket as she laughed, Looking over at James' sad face.

"Don't be sad." She looked back at the road, occasionally a car would pass by, she sat on the curb, looking up at him as he stood beside her.

"Hard not to be, they hate me." James' frown grew as Dylan rolled her eyes, grabbing his hand to pull him down to the curb with her.

"Shut up. They don't hate you." Dylan rolled her eyes, James' decided to leave it.

"I don't get how they can eat that, it's minging!" James' looked over to the brunette.

"Minging?" She asked, her chin on her palm as she looked over at him.

"Disgusting." He corrected himself, her mouth formed an 'o' shape as she finally understood.

"Don't bother trying to understand them, I know I don't." Dylan shrugged once more, the silence was so loud between them.

"I hate it here." James begun, Dylan looked over at him once more. "My mum dumped me in this place. And then went back to England without me... I go to an all girl's school, where all the girls hate me! My cousin keeps taking the piss out of me.." He sighed, finishing his rambling, Dylan smiled.

"I don't hate you." Dylan looked down at the sidewalk they were sitting at. "You're the only other foreigner here, half the time I don't understand the shit they say, At least I understand you." Dylan laughed as James' chuckled, the silence returned.

"I used to live in Manhattan, back in America. My mum was born here, had a me with my dad then took me and left." Dylan looked over at James who just stared back at he. "She send me back here, cause she didn't want to deal with me anymore, I feel like a fucking ping pong ball just going back and forth between parents.."

"Do you like it here, you know in Derry?" James asked, Dylan bit her lip as thought.

"Uh... I-- I think so? I mean the weather is shit, and I don't understand half the stuff they say, but it was easier to settle in then I thought.." She stopped for a second to lick her lips "It's easier with a 'wee English fella' here." She joked another chuckle left his lips.

"Aye, and an 'American gyal'." The two laughed together.

Dylan was half asleep on the couch when the continuous knocking on the door jolted her awake, slowly and groggily she opened the door, Clare looked up at her.

"Finally! Dylan, we've got to go!" Clare didn't give any chance for her to explain herself before she was dragged off, closing the door shut behind her they made there way to Erin's house.

She met up with James and Michelle outside, Michelle held the... notice board from Fionnula's chip shop?

"Hooolllyy shit." Dylan laughed as Clare frowned.

"Nonono. Not holy shit, holy what the fuck did you do Michelle!" Clare turned from the brunette to the curly haired girl who just shrugged.

"Have you shown Erin what you did?" Clare asked, James just shrugged.

"No, that's why we're standing outside her house--" Before Michelle could finish her sentence Clare already stormed off to her door, knocking on it continuously.

“You will never guess what she’s done this time, Clare said!”

Dylan looked over at James as he smiled at her, she gave a little chuckle and a smile back.

"Crazy night, eh?" Dylan asked, James slowly walked closer to her and further away from Michelle who looked pissed drunk.

"Crazy doesn't even begin to explain it." He sighed, Dylan smiled rubbing her arms to keep her warm.

They all went down the street, Dylan sat on the fence, her legs pushed up against it, dangling down, James sat next to her, leaning against it. Clare was positively freaking out, Michelle was getting a bit more worried the further they got into this mess.

“Fionnula was out back bashing up. I sneaked in, yanked it off the wall and away I went. I was like a thief in the night.” Michelle sounded proud of what she said.

“You were ‘like’ a thief in the night?!" Clare wanted to scream. “You actually were a thief in the night. And you stole from Fionnula, of all people. I once saw her punch a Rottweiler, Michelle. If she finds out about this, she will kill you.”

Kill us.” Michelle grinned. “You are an accessory after the fact now, my friend.”

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to just remove the notices? They’re only Blu Tacked on.” James added.

“Fuck off, dickweed!” Michelle scoffed at him, he shut up. Dylan poked her head a little further to speak.

"He's right, taking them off the board is a fucking crime, Michelle." Dylan sneered right back.

“Yeah…” Michelle looked at the board perched on the fence. “The more I talk about it and the more I sober up, the less sure I am, really.”

“You were drunk. Brilliant!” Clare yelped, Dylan and James sighed.

Look, we’re not like Jenny Joyce. Nobody is just gonna hand us things. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have things.” Michelle turned to Clare. “Come on, Clare. I know how much you have dreamed of seeing the Arc de… Whatever the fuck it’s called.”

Clare nodded before Michelle walked over to Dylan.

"C'mon, Dylan who else am I going to find a French lad with, you're my wing women and James, I know how much you want to practice the shit out of the past participle."

Dylan sighed with a nod, James just looked down at his feet.

“Orla, you really buzz off those Renault Clio ads.” grinned as she nodded.

“And you, Erin. Well, you’re just riding Charlene Kavanagh.”

Her choice of words made Erin roll her eyes.

“We can’t give up on Paris. Let’s do this girls. Let’s make this happen!”

“So, firstly we have the tutoring and out of everyone I thought you might be best suited to that, Clare, because-” Erin started for Clare to cut her off.

“I’m the brightest.”

“In that conventional sort of way, I suppose.” Erin moved on

“There is also some baby-sitting, the child will be in bed so you should just about be able to manage that Michelle.”

“Oh, thanks.” Michelle coated her words with sarcasm. “You should just about be able to manage this.” She put her middle finger up.

“Always the lady.” Erin rolled her eyes going back to the notice board.

“There is also some gardening, mowing a lawn, etcetera. This will require a bit of muscle so…” James smiled wider, sort of excited to get his job. "Orla, you should take that one.”

“No, I should do that one.” James debated “It’s a man’s job, Erin. I am a man.”

"Not very feminist for the boy who hangs out with girls all day." Dylan added, only for him to glare at her, Michelle let out a chuckle.

“Well, I’m more of a man than Orla.” He ignored her comment.

“Fine, you can do gardening. That leaves dog walking , diner waiter washing a car.” Erin turned around looking at Dylan and Orla.

“Is it a Renault Clio?” Orla asked Erin.

“No.”

“I’ll take the dogs.”

"Guess I'll take washing cars, which leaves, Dylan working at the diner." Erin looked at the board one more time before turning to Dylan.

"You what? Like an actual job? with wages and shit? and a schedule?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah?" Erin nodded weirdly.

"Fuck off! You lot get one time jobs and I'm stuck working at some shitty diner?" Dylan looked around they were all silent. "Fine, i'll work at the shitty diner, some friends you are."

Dylan stuffed her hands into her pockets of her velvet pink coat, they were only a few houses down before--

“You thieving wee fuckers!” Fionnula yelled at the kids before driving off.

"Fuck me.." Dylan sighed, putting her head into her hands the others were silent, in shock.

The girls were all sat on the sofa, Dylan's new (not so new) diner uniform was lay on her lap, a pale yellow colour.

“How did you find out?” Michelle asked.

“It doesn’t matter how she found out, Michelle, that’s not important. What’s important is the fact that we are all deeply-” Fionnula cut her off.

“Her mother rang me.” She pointed to Clare.

“Okay, I cracked. I couldn’t handle it and I cracked.”

“For fuck’s sake, Clare.” Michelle and Dylan said.

“Enough!” Erin's mum said. “Where do we go from here?”

And that's how they all ended up in Fionnula's chip shop, Dylan was wiping down the counters of the shop, constantly pulling her uniform up to stop it from showing too much cleavage.

"Maybe you should ask your boss for a new uniform?" James asked from the windows he was cleaning.

"I can't he said there were none more, and I'm pretty sure he did it on purpose the pedophile fuck!" Dylan grunted, scrubbing harder, still using a hand to cover the open slit.

“Aye, he's not even good looking." Michelle huffed from behind Dylan. “So, not only are we not going to Paris, we’re spending our Sunday scrubbing Fionnula’s fish hall for free

“Aye, and she’ll be back from yoga soon so get a shift on.” Erin looked up from the floor she was mopping.

“Would living without fried food really be so bad?” James asked once again looking from the window he was cleaning.

“Yes!” The girls yell, Dylan stayed quiet more bothered about the counters.

After ages of scrubbing, mopping, wiping and Michelle fucking off somewhere, Dylan took a step back, sweat ran down he uniform, her nice styled hair was now slightly messed up.

That was until loud music blasted upstairs, The teens rushed to see, Michelle dancing round Fionnula's apartment, cig in hand. Erin turned off the music.

“Where did you get all this?” Erin looked at the arrangement of drinks on the coffee table

“Fionnula’s cupboard. I think she might have a bit of a problem.” Michelle giggled.

"You're the one drinking it." Dylan looked at clock in Fionnula's apartment. "I'm gonna be late, put the drinks away let's finish cleaning.

“Sit yourself down and have a wee drink.” Michelle waved them to her sofa.

“No, Michelle, it’s wrong." Clare shook her head.

"Seriously, I don't want to be late." Dylan looked at the clock once more.

"Oh, shut it Dylan, you didn't even want the shitty job." Michelle scoffed, Dylan rolled her eyes.

"Well he won't let me quit and he'll call my dad if I'm late!" Dylan shouted back, Michelle looked up.

"Wow, that's fucked up..." Michelle went back to pouring the shots.

“Slainte, motherfuckers!”  Michelle laughed holding the tray before she panicked, the tray toppled over onto the curtains bursting into flames.

"You stupid shit!" Dylan gasped as the other girls freaked out, Michelle tried pouring more of the vodka she was drinking on it.

“Michelle, what the fuck are you doing?!” Erin begun shouting. Are you actually throwing alcohol on it?!”

Next thing they Erin's mum and aunt were in Fionnula's apartment

"Mrs Quinn, my arms can't go that far up, other wise my uniform will burst." Dylan begged as she tightened the ties around her wrists.

"Shut your hole, Gallagher for fucks sake." Michelle scoffed from the radiator.

“Why would two gunmen break into a chippy?” Erin asked her mother.

“Ow!” James yelped. “That really hurt.”

“You’re such a pussy.” Michelle scoffed, from next to Dylan.

What were they looking for?” Erin continued.

“Chips, obviously.”

“They were looking for the keys to the van. Keep up, Erin.” Sarah and Mary took a step back.

“Do you think we should knock them about a bit?”  Sarah asked.

“No.” Mary looked at her weird.

“Nothing drastic, just a few slaps.”

“I said no, Sarah.”

“What, not even the wee gay fella?”

“I’m not gay.” James added.

Dylan blushed with embarrassment as her uniform burst on the top.

"Shit." She said sharply, Michelle laughed noticing her light cyan bra poking through the open top, James looked down to avoid looking.

"Here." Michelle swiped her hair onto Dylan's exposed top covering it.

"Michelle. Get your hair off my tits." Dylan scoffed, the door opened slightly revealing Fionnula.

“What the fuck is going on here exactly?” she asked, Mary and Sarah arise from the back door they were trying to escape from.

“Ok. All right. Well, what happened was…” Mary looked around. “Michelle was carrying a scented candle.”

You didn't need to give me your jumper.." Dylan said just in front of her house, she twisted on her shoe to look at James her fingers still fiddling with the threads of his maroon jumper.

"Didn't want you walking home half naked." He laughed, Dylan kicked the doormat under her feet.

"It's actually an American thing to go round naked." She joked he looked down at her.

"Oh yeah? I'll keep that in mind." He replied sarcastically, the two laughed.

"Uh, Thanks for walking me home and shit.." Dylan shrugged.

"It's no worries." He shook his head, the silence was so loud, The two just stood in front of each other, before Dylan opened her arms for a hug, the two embraced, she quickly planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Come on, Dickhead let's go!" Michelle yelled from the street, They pulled away.

"Thanks again." Dylan opened the door to her house waving them goodbye as she shut it again.