#this took me months to do on my moms old mac

[postcards-from-space-camp]

i made this when i was 13. i didn't post it anywhere and only showed it to my friends by the lockers. i figured it was time for the world to see...

[tinydeskwriter]

Buzzfeed:The 10 Times Harry Styles and Y/n Y/l/n Made Us Believe in Love

A/n: I have been working in this for some time, I was pretty much inspired by my Jack Harlow piece, someone send a ask about doing one for Harry, and it’s just fluff💗 all the pictures are just illustrative, there is no face-claim, nothing, it’s just o ‘illustrate’ the article (?)

The 10 Times Harry Styles and Y/n Y/l/n Made Us Believe in Love

10. They Have Known Each Other for Years Before They (Finally) Started to Date

When it comes to famous couple we hardly ever know how they met, but not with this hot couple. It was Stevie Nicks who first spilled the beans:superstar Harry Styles and nepotism babe Y/n Y/l/n met back in May 2015 at the backstage of a Fleetwood Mac concert in London, while attending with mutual friends and Mr.Styles took her out for a bite afterwards. According to rumours Styles and Miss Y/n were seen out and about around London during the month of May and she was photographed in a One Direct concert in Wales, and then Harry reportedly dated a string of Victoria Secret models and Camilla Rowe… 

Asked about it in a interview with Vanity Fair, Y/l/n said:”I was very young back then, just seventeen, still a little green and naive in this whole ‘love game’, we liked each other very much, but at that time we would have just… crashed and burned. Feelings were hurt, but it’s safe to say we’ve kept special places for each other in our hearts, and when we met again at Shangri-La we just fitted together…” 

A Bonus: While promoting her new movie with Julia Roberts, Y/n Y/l/n was asked by James Corden about the rumor that her famous mom ‘just loves to public  embarrasses her’, to which Y/n gave us a funny story: ‘So, as a teen I just loved Harry Styles, you know: the hair, the eyes, the dimples… I was like: we are soulmates, we are destined for each other. I had a framed poster of him in my bedroom. So… we are traveling from London to LA, my mom had just finished a movie, we are at the airport, and a few foot away, handsome as ever is Harry Styles, and his whole boyband… my mom recognized him from my posters and basically all my gadgets background, and she goes: excuse me… hi, Harry, my name is Y/m/n Y/l/n, my daughter just loves you… and she wouldn’t stop… let’s just say I spent a long time hiding in the ladies restroom’ Y/l/n added: ‘Harry actually finds the story funny and always tells all of our friends’.

There it goes: Y/n Y/l/n is jus like every other teenage with a Harry Styles crush.

9. They Rekindled Their Romance at the 2019 Met Gala

Harry co-chaired the event. Y/n made her solo debut—this is her third year attending the gala, but the first time without either her famous parents—, she attended as a guest of Gucci, dressed in a green-glittered-feathered gown custom designed for her by Alessandro Michele. The twenty four years old singer and the twenty years old actress were pictured in he pink carpet and, I mean, just the way they looked at each other screams volumes. 

We may not know what happened inside the gala, but we can have a idea by the after party picture, and let’s just say:you can manage to see a photo of either of them where the other isn’t by their side or the background.

Dating rumors started after pictures were published of Harry and Y/n leaving the after-after party in the same car with Styles gentlemanly carrying Y/l/n red gown’s train. 

The same month ‘sources close to the couple’ reported that Harry and Y/n actually met months in advance to the gala ‘Y/n was working with Mark Ronson at Shangri-La in Malibu, her and H stared as friends, just going out and spending time together, things changed in Italy in early 2019 when they decided to go together for fittings with Alessandro’.

When questioned about the young couple went with the standard: We’re just friends.

8. Their Romance is Packed With PDA

Though they keep their ‘Just Friends’ answers, the couple haven’t shied away from some good old Public Displays of Affection. And this says something when we’re talking about Harry Styles.

And they’re cutie. 

7. We Got a Glimpse of Their Romance in August 2019 When Photos of Y/n Got Shared in The Internet

O-kay, it’s totally not okay for someone close to you—someone you clearly trust— to leak private pictures of your private instagram to the world. Y/n private IG account went from 167 followers o 165 after pictures the actress posted on her profile were printed and leaked.

That being said… We can’t deny Y/n and Harry are a cute and romantic couple:

I mean: she even uses his picture as a book-marker, this is pure fluff

6. Fans Noted This Little Detail in Paps Photos 

The couple has a matching tattoo, and we’re dying. Nothing screams ‘Love’ like a matching tattoo.

5. That Lego Bouquet

Y/n was there for her man during SNL, as Harry was both host and musical guest. And she got him a bouquet… of Legos. 

Sources said ‘Y/n has been here with Styles all week, Harry, surprisingly is a very shy guy, so she was  always keeping him calm and relaxed, helping him with his anxiety, and just being a helping hand, they keep  in their own bubble but are very approachable’.

4. December Was a Emotional Month For Harry and Y/n ‘s Fans

Little Women was released and our girl slayed as Jo March in Greta Gerwig’s adaptation. During promotion Y/l/n was paired with Pugh and Chalamet, and those tree were the trio of BFF’s we needed. Y/l/n and Chalamet chemistry—this is their second movie together— generated a few rumors of troubles in paradise.

But it was all just rumors, as Y/n was photographed at Styles one-night-only show at The Forum in Los Angeles, 

She was once again by his side in London. 

The bomb that broke millions of hearts came in 28 December.

In a joined statement was released by Styles and Y/l/n teams… After Academy Award winner filmmaker and producer, Y/f/n Y/l/n, communicated to the world in his official website that his wife and him ‘are happy to announce the marriage of their youngest daughter to Mr. Harry E. Styles’ all very formal like Y/f/n usually is.

The couple got married in 18 December at Hampstead Town Hall in London, both their families were in attendance. The couple asked for respect of their privacy, and announced that they would continue to live bi-continental.

3. Harry Styles Music Videos and… Surprises.

We hoped, but we weren’t sure, that we would see Y/n in Styles Music Videos, I mean, isn’t a rule somewhere that if you got a gorgeous, Academy nominated actress for a WIFE, you must put her in your MV’s? No?

Harry didn’t disappoint us. The singer and his wife frolicking by the beach, feeding each other fruits is a state of mind.

It also marks the debut of Y/n in Styles public feed.

Styles was praised by models in his video for asking for consent to touch them while filming, it was also said that the couple is very much in love and still in their honeymoon phase, just enjoying being together with one saying ‘when they looked at each other, you sometimes felt like you’re invading a private moment, Harry wouldn’t stop gushing over Y/n and how she inspired his more soft romanic songs’ and ‘they are just so nice to everyone’.

The surprise came months later during the release of ‘Golden’. The song is said to be about Y/l/n, with fans nothing that the actress and our favorite nepo babe has ‘you’re so golden’ tattooed in her ribs since 2017. 

The video was filmed in the Amalfi Coast, with Styles running and driving around, Y/l/n doesn’t show up until the end, looking very gorgeous in white… and sporting a small baby bump. Yep, the couple probably had the best pregnancy announcement of 2020.

2. Harry Styles Being a Supportive Husband

2021 was a great year for Y/n Y/l/n, and no one can deny. 

The actress  welcomed her first child in early February. She went on to own a Golden Globe and a Emmy for her Netflix Miniseries. 

The couple had their red carpet debut while attending the Grammys, with Styles proudly showing off his wife, the actress got candid while admitting that it was her first time going out without the baby, and though the child was with ‘grannie Anne’ the new mom still felt anxious.

In a interview with Kelly Clarkson while talking about parenthood Y/n said ‘It’s a crazy rollercoaster, they grow so fast! We decided, for now, not to have a nanny,  we just want to enjoy all those little moments that we can, so it is being kinda of nuts, but we have a great team and a very supportive family. Harry is great, he aced the nappy game and night feeding, he’s a amazing daddy, we often joked that H had amazing fun uncle potential, but he’s positively surprising us all, he just goes beyond, the  best parenthood partner a girl could ask for.  Definitely  my favorite dilf.’

1.Harry’s House.

Months before the ‘Adore You’ crooner announced his new album, Styles shared a candid picture of himself, his wife Y/n and their babygirl Delilah, with the caption: Home. 

In early  April the lyrics of ‘As It Was’ confounded fans a little, until four months later the couple announced the birth of their second daughter, Talulah, and their relocation to England in a more permanent scale. The couple not only has been living in London since mid 2021, they also acquired two homes in Styles motherland. Styles in a interview with Apple Music, said about his move: ‘A lot has change in my life the last few years, my home are now three amazing girls, my gorgeous wife and our two baby-daughters, but England is my comfortable place, initially we moved because I was going to film a movie, Y/l was still pregnant with Talulah, one night I come home after shooting and my wife goes: what do you think about moving here for real? And she goes on: I just spent an afternoon at a public park with Lilah without men with cameras following us around. It was a no brainer decision, we’re very happy, Lulah was born in London, my mum and sister are always around, I’ve never been happier’. 

[madlysage]

my stardew valley bachelorette headcanons… again super niche and definitely just me being insufferable

leah

- grew up in the south and still has a little twang when she speaks

- loves fleetwood mac and all 70s rock

- tried to make her own wine and elliott made harvey give her a stern lecture on botulism

- a serial dater with a string of bad ex-boyfriends in her wake (she was just a lesbian all along but that wasn’t accepted where she was growing up)

- a baby gay who still gets flustered when flirting with girls

- befriended the hat mouse and is still trying to convince elliott that he’s real

- dyes her hair but insists she’s a natural redhead (her mom was one and she always wanted to emulate her)

i always picture kennedy walsh (icon that she is)

haley

- the closet is glass babe (lesbian/possibly pan)

- wanted to go to college for photography and studio art but was worried it would put financial strain on emily

- secret little crush on leah because she loves her art and her artistic eye

- her and emily were raised by a single dad who passed away unexpectedly- it’s part of the reason she has a hard time opening up to ppl

- left anonymous mean notes about clint on the town message board for WEEKS after she found out he was hitting on emily

- uses her dad’s camera: it’s very sentimental to her

perf- would def be into clean girl makeup

emily

- nobody is quite sure about emily’s sexuality… including emily!

- very into spirituality- crystals, spirits, astrology, luck etc.

- makes alex uncomfortable anytime he comes over: she doesn’t realize she’s starting contentious political debates with him

- makes all her own clothes and hasn’t bought anything new in 3 years

- writes sweet notes to shane on the bar napkins when she can see he’s rlly going through it

- wears crystals in her bras

- stole haley’s diamond earrings for a gem mediation (it did not go over well)

- makes elliott quills with her parrot’s dropped feathers

but picture the hair blue ya know: don’t cast elle fanning as a character in a fandom challenge level impossible bro

penny

- bicon

- my image of penny is Filipino… stardew needs more diversity gonna be so real

- went to college for education and got her teaching license but had to move back home because of the debt

- learned how to do maru’s hair after she complained about how long it took

- watches old movies with maru every weekend and they do a book swap once a month

- sam is the only one who will eat her cooking (but he’ll eat anything… especially if penny made it)

- lets maru come in and give guest teaching sessions in science and math to jas and vincent

-started drinking coffee just to have an excuse to drop some off to maru and harvey at work

likeeeee beabadoobee just makes the perf penny i can’t explain it’s the vibe

maru

- lesbian queen

- my autistic love

- graduated highschool early: got a full ride to school and double majored in nursing and engineering before going to nursing school (graduated early from that too ofc)

- lives off of coffee and gets a daily lecture on caffeine consumption from harvey

- is harvey’s wingman (neither of them have any rizz…)

- goes to the bar just to quiz emily on astrology

- sets up ferris beuller type traps when she wants to sneak out and not deal with demetrius

-used to sneak into sebastian’s room during thunderstorms and still does sometimes

laura harrier my love my light… just picture her with glasses

abigail

- straight but likes to makeout with girls when she’s drunk

- goes to college online (majoring in business for pierre but double minoring in classics and anthropology) - her parents wouldn’t let her go in person because she’s too “reckless”

- brought home a squirrel once and hid it in her room for weeks

-used to do competitive irish dance as a kid (seems like something caroline would make her do)

- has a huge crush on sam and will flirt with sebastian to make him jealous

- pierced her own ears six times at once and made caroline faint when she saw her

- has a tattoo on her thigh that’s she’s desperately hiding from her parents

-helped emily dye her hair for the first time

- hooked up with alex once but will never admit it

can’t explain it she just gives kiernan - with purple hair ofc

[billthedrake]

SUMMERS WITH GRANDDAD

Grandpa Steve's grip was tight as he pulled me into a bear hug and clapped my lat muscle. "Jesus Mac," he growled, "You haven't been juicing have you?"

I pulled back and looking to my grandfather's face. It had been a few months since I'd seen him, and he looked as gruffly handsome as I remember. Weathered face, silvery scruff on his jaw and a blue-gray eyes completed the picture. Steve Prescott had just retired from the police force a few years ago, and somehow he looked both older and younger than his 60 years.

"Nah, Granddad," I said, soaking in his clear enthusiasm for my bigger body. "Just been hitting the weight room hard."

The man's strong, callused mitts openly ran up and down the outside of my arms before giving them an affectionate pat. "Well, whatever you're doing, it's working," he winked. "Come on in," he ordered. And as I followed him, he reminded me, "You’re family, Mac, so I don't need to tell you to make yourself at home. You know where your room is."

"Yessir," I said. Last time my grandfather told me to drop the sir, but he didn't lecture me on it this time, he just looked back and gave me a big smirk.

"Great to have you here, kiddo."

I had a million ideas that had played out in my head about how this visit would go down. Some of them with my dick in hand, slowly storking. Or not so slowly stroking. Now that I was here, I felt a little nervous. "Glad to be here, Grandpa." I paused at the guest room door with my bags in my hand. Granddad lived in a lake house that was more live-in than a cabin but not like one of the rich people's retirement mansions that were springing up at the other end of the lake. The place was small and simple, but that suited Granddad fine. Suited me, too.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Starving," I replied.

"Well, you get settled in, and I'll whip us up a lunch."

I took the time to unpack a little, since I'd be there for two months. It was an annual tradition. Ever since my parents' divorce when I was 7, I'd spend half of my summer at Granddad's. The first year was a kind of freak out on their part as they dealt with finances and the fallout of their breakup, but when they saw how much I enjoyed spending time with my father's dad, and how Grandpa Prescott was happy to host me, it became a regular thing. Even when I entered high school and became serious about football, I'd spend my time at Granddad's until football camp started up.

Of course, Granddad spoiled me rotten. He let me eat ice cream a couple times a day and watch as much TV as I wanted. He'd take me on ride-alongs on patrol on slow days, and that was a fucking treat.

He retired early, with a decent pension, and moved into that 2-bedroom lake house, one of those old ones from the 60s. Granddad winterized it and a couple of years ago I came for a few days around Christmas. Another tradition now.

I looked around the wood paneled room and had a lot of great memories. I'd graduated high school now, and who knows if I'd be coming here again, at least not like before.

Grandad wasn't a great cook, but he'd gotten better. I wasn't a picky eater, and at that moment that large lunch he'd made was perfect. It was after 2PM. Grandpa seemed hungry too.

"I got in a heavy workout this morning," he admitted. "Normally I don't eat a lot during the day."

"Wish I could say the same," I said. I had a normal teen jock's appetite, only amped up by lifting and regular cardio.

Granddad chuckled. "Don't worry, I stocked up knowing you were coming."

"Mom complains her grocery bills go up when I'm staying with her," I admitted. I hope that didn't sound out of place, like my mother didn't like me staying with her. It was just kind of a joke she had.

Granddad just shrugged. "Part of having a teenage boy around," he said.

We made small talk. I figured I had the whole summer to talk seriously with Grandpa. Maybe he was thinking the same thing.

"Well, it looks like the weather's crap," he said as he looked out the window. It had been a light drizzle on the drive up but now was pouring. "The rest of the week looks perfect, though." He turned back to me. "We can hit the golf course some time if you're up for it."

"Sure, that'd be great," I said. Normally I hated golf. Half of it was that I didn't excel at it in the way I did football and wrestling. The other half was I hated Dad's country club. The men there were all snobbish as fuck and kept hounding me about which college I was going to. When it turned out I wasn't going to college, Dad was silently dispproving. His golf buddies were less silent.

But with Granddad, it felt laid back and fun. Even if he had to handicap himself extra and pack his patience when he played with me.

We watch a little TV then turned it off and talked. Grandpa Steve had a million questions about the last months. He'd heard some from Dad but if he knew, he pretended not to.

"So...," he asked, cracking open his first beer now that it was getting closer to 6. "Now that you're graduated, you got big plans, kiddo?"

I felt adult now, talking to him, but also like a little kid. I shrugged. "I dunno, Granddad," I said. "I guess not." I fumbled with the soda can I held in my hands. "I've actually been wondering... thinking, you know, of becoming a police officer."

That caught the man by surprise. "Yeah, Mac? What brings that on?"

"That's what Dad said," I laughed. "You both make it sound like a phase."

He looked at me seriously. Not judgmental, but on the level. "Is it?"

He got me there. "I don't know," I replied. "I've been thinking about it a while. I guess I always looked up to you."

He smiled. "I'm flattered, kiddo. But the job's not all glamour."

"I know sir," I said softly, defensively.

He looked me over. "I guess you do."

"What does your father say?"

I sighed. "He's not happy about the idea. I mean, he doesn't come out and say anything, but you know Dad."

Grandpa patted my knee. "God knows I do," he said knowingly. "But fuck it, you're 18 now. And out of high school. You can make your own decisions." He paused, and I swore he was tracing little circles on my bare knee cap with his fingers. It felt nice and if our conversation had been different I would have thrown fully hard at the gesture. As it was I chubbed a little. "How bout this? While you're here, I'll go over the pros and cons, ins and outs of the job. Stuff I wish I'd known when I was your age but no one told me."

"That'd be great Granddad." I enthused. It was such a reversal of my relationship with Dad, where I felt I always had to prove I wasn't the dumb kid. With Grandpa Steve, I was happy to defer to his age and wisdom.

I took a deep breath and said what had been on my mind, the whole ride up. The whole last few months even. "There's one thing that's been bugging me about my plan," I admitted.

"Yeah, Mac? What's that?" His hand didn't leave my knee.

"I guess I've been thinking I'm not into girls."

Those fingers stopped. Slowly he pulled back his hand. "Not at all?" he asked with a look that was even more questioning. Somehow surprised.

"No sir," I replied.

His voice grew quiet. "Maybe what we did last time didn't help, did it?"

I blushed, actually red-faced as I shook my head. "I have no complaints about that, sir. For real."

He grinned at me gamely. "Well, I love you, Mac, you know that, right?"

"Thanks, Granddad," I said. "I felt kind of silly bringing it up."

"Hey!" he said. "I don't want you to feel silly about a thing like that. Or anything... You tell your parents?"

I nodded. "A couple of days ago. Mom was great. Dad was cooler with it than I expected."

Granddad nodded. "Your old man can be difficult, but he loves you, Mac."

I felt a little ashamed at all the teenage battles I'd had with my father. "I guess I act like a typical child of divorce."

"I don't know what that's like," Granddad sighed. "But typical is the last word I'd use for you, kiddo."

***

It felt great to clear the air. Granddad and I talked, man to man. He didn't pry but he asked if I had a boyfriend, if I was keeping myself safe. I hadn't done much more than getting my dick sucked in the mall men's room a couple of times. If you didn't count the blow jobs Granddad and I traded the last time I was there.

I felt relieved and proud I'd told Grandpa. He was the fourth person I'd told... my folks, my best friend Tyler, and now him. I knew it would get easier from here on out.

But somehow, I felt like I'd spoiled any chance I had for a repeat of sex with Granddad. The last time had seemed so easy. Some sex talk, a porn video, some JO heavy with eye contact, then I'd experienced my first blowjob and had given one in return, with Granddad gently coaching me in what to do.

We'd repeated it only once before I went back home and now any hopes I had that we'd pick up where we left off were dashed by the very grandparent vibe I was getting from the man. Maybe my being gay made it feel more real to Granddad, like it wasn't just some naughty fun between two buddies, but something more.

Anyway, when it was time for bed, Grandpa gave me a normal good night hug, more reassuring than sexual.

"If you're up for getting up early, we'll go out fishing," he said. Unlike golf, I'd always loved fishing, maybe because I associated it with my summers with my grandfather.

"Yeah, Granddad," I said. "Just wake me up. Anytime, for real." I was the opposite of a morning person, but I'd get up early for this.

He nodded and gave me one last reassuring look.

I tried to sleep. It was late actually and the more I lay there, the more my eyes were open, in the dark. It gets real dark at the lake.

I thought of jacking off. But I was too emotionally wound up. I hope I'd be able to keep my desires in check the next couple of months. I lay there, off and on erect in my briefs, as I thought about men and my life. I'd do better going after a guy my age. But it wasn't like the guys I knew would be open to that. Maybe I was wired for older men. The daddies in those porn videos. I actually made myself watch younger guys in videos to try to retrain my desires. It didn't work.

I had no idea what time it was. I was thirsty, or maybe the idea of getting some water was just something to do with my restlessness. I tried to be quiet as I slipped out of bed and tip toed down the hall.

I needn't have worried: a dim light was on in the kitchen and Granddad was sitting there at the table, bare-chested and some pajama pants. He had his reading glasses on and was doing a crossword puzzle. I'd never picture Grandpa Steve as a crossword kind of guy, but maybe retirement had you finding ways to spend your time.

He looked up and his voice immediately told me he'd been up for a while. It was clear, not groggy. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asked.

"No sir, guess not," I replied. My voice wasn't groggy either, it turns out.

"Some nights are just like that," he said, leaning back in the seat and pulling off his glasses. I had my grandfather's body practically memorized from swimming and casual days in the summer heat from years past. He was a year older now and his thick muscle had some of the telltale signs of his years. A little sag to the bulk and lots of fine, silvery fur. Over the summer, Grandpa would get a tan, but for now his torso was still creamy-pale in complexion. It made the pink nipples stand out more.

I felt conflicted with what I wanted and the need to behave normally around the man. "What do you do on nights like this?" I asked. I had a feeling my grandfather and I were talking about the same thing, at least a similar thing, but I wasn't sure.

He cocked a grin. "Man to man, kiddo? I jerk off."

That directness caught me by surprise and made me laugh. And it made me a little bold in return. "You didn't tonight, Granddad?"

He shook his head, a look of suppressed lust creeping in behind his smile.

I leaned against the kitchen counter. I was now aware I was wearing only my briefs and even more aware of Grandpa's eyes on my semi-naked form. "I didn't either," I admitted.

I watched as my grandfather reached down and adjusted his crotch in his shorts. A simple gesture, something a man's done a thousand times in his life. But it was incredibly hot to see.

"I told myself nothing was gonna happen with us this time," I heard the man say quietly. His blue-gray eyes were on me now, and his gruffly handsome face seemed more attractive in the light. "But when you showed up... a goddamn stud..." It was like he was afraid to finish his thoughts.

The flattery made me puff out my chest and turn toward him to display my body. "I'm not gonna tell anyone, Granddad. Promise." I wanted this SO bad, and the idea Granddad wanted me but was stopping himself felt like torture.

The man nodded and stood up. I was taller than him by four inches, but he carried himself like an ex-cop, taller than his height. He had more muscle than me, too, though my brawn was better toned.

I saw his hardon now, tenting up his shorts. For me. That sent my own dick to a quick erection. The sight of it made Granddad pause and watch. Watch his grandson throw hard. He watched then looked up at me, a little frightened. It was weird to see fear in the man's face. Growing up, I figured Grandpa wasn't scared of anything.

"I've been trying to think with my head, not my dick," he said.

My heart pounded. I actually took a step toward the man. "I've had to think with my head a lot lately, Grandpa," I said. "I'm ready to think with my dick for a while."

"God," he muttered and we stepped closer in unison. His rough hands were on my body first, but only by a second. I loved his body, his older, mature muscle. Maybe I was fucked up, but I loved every part of Grandad. His manliness, his age, and the contrast with my youth.

The latter part was driving Grandpa wild, I could tell as he openly caressed my bare football-jock body. "You're so fucking beautiful, Mac," he hissed.

"You too, Grandpa."

The time fooling around with Grandpa before felt naughty as hell, but we'd never done THIS before.

Nor had we kissed, but as my grandfather leaned in, eyes dreamy in expression, I was all in. It was my first fucking kiss with a man. And since I'd been faking it with the girls I'd gone out with, I considered it my first real kiss, period.

It made me light headed, feeling Granddad's lips against mine and his tongue snake out to touch mine. This was both rougher and more tender than a kiss with a girl. Grandpa Steve knew how to kiss.

He finally broke it off and patted my side. "Whaddya say we take this back to the bedroom?"

I nodded.

I'd seen Granddad's dick, back in early January. It was a delight to see it again as he pulled off his shorts. He wasn't big and wasn't small, just a thick-normal tool that jutted up from a full hairy crotch. I had a little pride peeling off my briefs and showing myself to him. The times before I'd felt tentative and self conscious. Now I didn't. I wasn't hung overly big either, but I had a little length on Grandpa.

"Let me suck that, kiddo," he growled as he climbed onto the bed and made his way toward me on his hands and knees. I pictured this man wrestling some perp into submission, yet here he was eager for my dick. As his mouth descended on me it felt good.

Too good.

"Oh fuck, Grandpa, pull off!" I warned after a few bobs.

I heard his chuckle. "Got a quick trigger there, huh, Mac?" He blew onto my throbbing hardon, whether to tame it or to stimulate it, I didn't know.

"Yeah," I hissed. "At least with you."

He looked up at me, that naughty look from our previous time together coming back. "If you blow now, you can probably cum again soon, right?"

I thought it over for a second. From my solo masturbation sessions, I definitely knew that was possible, but I hadn't tried that with another guy. "I'm pretty sure I can," I answered.

"Good," was all I heard before Grandpa turned his attention back to my cock and started sucking me, really sucking me. I held onto his head, feeling his thinning gray hair and feeding off his sexual energy. There was something exciting and liberating about this, even more than the men's room head I'd gotten the last couple of months, nervously, fearful I'd be caught.

Now Grandpa was openly blowing me. He wanted my cum and didn't care how quick I gave it to him.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" I cried. I probably shouldn't be so loud, but it was just us, a half mile from the next house. So I grunted even more loudly as I came. Usually quick orgasms don't feel as good as the ones you work up, but usually it's not an incest orgasm. I came hard, my athletic body jerking with each jet into my grandfather's throat.

The man moaned excitedly around my cock as I fed him. He let me jerk a little in his gullet then worked his mouth up and down more shallowly to milk out the rest of my load.

I felt proud just then, but not as proud as the look Grandpa had when he finally pulled off. I wondered how often he'd done this, how many men he'd blown.

He scooted up and kissed me. I could taste my cum on his lips and rather than turn me off that excited me. As did feeling that mature thick muscle against me, writhing, since Granddad was real horny now. I could feel the steel-hardness of his dick pressing into my smooth abs and the strength in his pawing at my arms and lats.

"Let me suck you, Grandpa," I hissed as our lips parted for air.

"Yeah, kiddo?" he asked, excitedly. The last time we'd fooled around, two days after New Years', I had reciprocated. But I could tell in his voice Grandpa was worried I wouldn't be up for it now.

I was up for. Way up for it. In those furtive times in the mall men's room, I had just stuck my cock through the hole and had gotten sucked off. Nervous once I came, I pulled up my jeans and made it out of there pronto. But this had been in my mind the last few months, more than that even. Sucking a man's cock.

And I couldn't envision a hotter cock that Grandpa Steve's. It was rigid and masculine and horny and as I scooted into the same position he'd been in, I got a closer look. There was just something so different about an older man's dick. I leaned in an licked, from the base to the tip.

"Fuck yes, Mac..." Granddad hissed. "Just a warning, it can take us old geysers longer to cum."

"Good," I said and craned my head to take in his hardon, between my lips and several inches into my mouth. I suckled at the head, but figured that was more to my pleasure than Granddad's, so I started bobbing up and down on him. I held onto his strong thighs as it took me a half minute to get the rhythm. I didn't have experience. Hell, I didn't even have natural technique. But I'd watched a lot of gay porn and I copied what I'd seen.

I felt my grandfather's fingers massage my hair, my scalp, and the nape of my neck while I blew him. Even if his fingertips were callused, there was something soft and gentle about his touch.

I went down further now, closer to the base of his dick. I surprised myself by feeling no gag reflex. I mean, Grandpa wasn't hung real big or anything but he sure felt like a mouthful at that moment and very thick at the entrance to my throat.

"Holy Christ, Mac...." the man hissed. "You're really fucking good at this... Amazing, kiddo."

His encouraging words fueled my lust. I went at him a little deeper and a little faster. I imagined some dude sucking Granddad off back in the day to get out of a speeding ticket or something. It was a porny fantasy, for sure, but the interplay between that and the real-life incest I was committing had me rock hard again.

My hands had traveled up his legs to his hips, and now I was taking the chance to cup his butt cheeks. Lightly furred but not as hairy as his torso or legs and arms, Granddad had an amazing ass. Full, meaty with more than a little give. I was a little fucked up in the head maybe, but that mature ass turned me on like nothing else.

All of a sudden Grandpa's grip on my head grew more insistent, tauter.

"Jesus FUCK!" he bellowed. Up till then, Grandpa Steve had been gentle and affectionate. But as he nutted, he was all man, thriving on that primal instinct. I coughed a little as my face was pulled all the way against his pubes, before Granddad realized what he'd done and relaxed his hold.

His muscular body was still shaking as I swallowed his seed and sucked the dribbles out of his dick. Unlike me after a cum, Granddad almost immediately grew soft, but I liked that sensation too of feeling his relaxing meat feeling my mouth. I gave it a final kiss when I pulled off.

There was a look of pure love and satisfaction on the man's face when I looked up. "Sorry I went rough on you, Mac," he said, his fingers now grazing my neck in a touch that directly fed my renewed hardon. "But that was fricking incredible."

I leaned up on my knees now, scooting up to embrace my grandfather. "I'm glad,"" I said.

We kissed, softly. I mean, I was horned up like hell, but I followed Grandpa Steve's lead. The contrast between the smooth kiss and my sexual intensity felt exquisite, actually.

But Granddad seemed to read my mind. Reaching down to cup my erection, he pulled back and cocked an eyebrow. "You really are ready to go again, aren't ya, kiddo?"

"Yes, sir," I hissed.

He looked down and gave it a long gentle stroke. "You've grown into a big boy all right," he said. Then looking up at me with a playful grin he added, "If you can wait a little, I'll take care of you again. First, I want a little make out time with my favorite grandson."

"Can't think of anything better, Granddad," I said, lying down on my grandfather's queen sized bed and feeling his warm, mature body lying next to mine, pulling me close to him.

I knew this was going to be an unforgettable summer.

(TO BE CONT.)

[clumsyclifford]

this is cuteee thanks for tagging me @team-118 (i was today years old when i learned about your sideblog!)

Q&A

last song: change your mind by knox, i'm studying to see him on sunday

favourite colour: don't do this

currently reading: i just finished the pairing by casey mcquiston (great book) and then started michelle obama's book becoming! it came highly recommended from my sister. i'm right at the beginning but liking it so far. she's a good writer.

currently watching: i was rewatching how to get away with murder but that's on pause while i finish the last like five episodes of leverage that i never got to

last movie: oh it was this little indie movie called....fuck what was it called. it was, i think, a true story about these guys in prison who were all part of a program called RTA (rehabilitation through the arts) where every few months they would put on some kind of staged production. really really good movie. i can't remember the fucking name, it was in this little indie movie theater in my hometown and my mom took us cuz she loves that shit. and the movie. was called. fuckin. okay ill come back to this when i remember. man i had to go check my mom's text. title was SING SING.

sweet, spicy, or savory: i'm gonna say sweet though i have been known to crave savory things. the real answer is salty, idk why that's not an option

relationship status: single/platonic soulmates with @igarbagecannoteven

current obsessions: i am back on my atl bullshit in a major way, so that's a big one. i would also say i'm currently obsessed with music theory, but i just suck at it, so i'm really trying to learn. concurrently also been playing guitar a lottt, also with the goal of improving, and i would call my mindset obsessive. i think once you start watching youtube videos about it, it's an obsession, and these are in fact the three things i've been on youtube for lately!

tea or coffee: you know i'm a tea girlie for life

last thing I googled: oh i really expected it to be a music theory question but it's "can you play stardew on mac" (the answer is yes) (trying to get my friend to play with me. literally ANY person who wants to play stardew on PC with me JUST SAY THE WORD!!!)

thanks team that was fun i'll pass it on to @reveriesofawriter @tirednotflirting @igarbagecannoteven @allsassnoclass @chamaleonsoul andddd @rotten-candie

[okara-illustrates]

It’s good you love asks (what it says on your askbox) because I love sending ’em. >:3

So how did you get into taekwondo? Parents signed you up on a whim? Classmates were doing it?

And how did you get into art? Like what was your process to learn, what did you do? Would you do anything differently if you could change any of your methods/steps?

GASP!! AN ASK!!! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!!! AHHHHH

okokok I’m adhd I will ramble bear with me

Taekwondo:

I remember the day my mom signed us up for taekwondo very vividly. She had her big old Mac computer out. It was 10 years ago, so it was like it looked like a monitor essentially. She was scrolling through a list of sports trying to find something that my brother and I would enjoy. As she was scrolling down, I saw the word taekwondo, and I was extremely intrigued. So I asked her if we could do that I knew it was some sort of martial art, but I wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but I was willing to try it. Since she’s Korean, we already had ties to it so she was like OK sure so she found us a little Dojang and we began our lessons. I see yours went by my love for the sport grew and grew. By that time we had become close friends with our coaches as they like to be called. It’s easier to call them that. And eventually we became part of the competition team. It was a three-year commitment for nationals so we would be we would train and go to nationals three years in a row and then we were done unless we want to continue through our couple years of training with the team we grew closer than family like cousins like we saw this group of athletes day in a day out 4-5x a week 5+ hours a day. We went camping together we did team bonding activities together. We quite literally shed blood sweat and tears together we worked hard together we pushed each other. We laughed together. We cried together. It was a whole another kind of experience that was great until Covid hit. Once Covid hit, my family went from being busy all the time 24 seven with not even really a day of rest in the week to absolutely nothing and to me although I’m an extrovert it was thrilling. I loved it. But it meant that we couldn’t do taekwondo because it was a close contact sport you know so nationals was shut down for a while. I didn’t even get to go to nationals. I actually got kicked off the team because I didn’t like to put in the work except we were so close with my coach who by that time was diagnosed with stage four cancer he had me trained with the team anyway. So I technically wasn’t really kicked off but officially I was. He probably pushed me the hardest out of the entire team, even though I did not like to work all that much and my confidence had dropped like a rockin in the ocean. It was really bad, but I knew that he just wanted to see me succeed, and he just cared a lot, especially since you know it was pretty. It was pretty bad. I’m a speech to texting this by the way because I wrote a whole thing out and then Tumblr deleted it so yeah. Anyway, once Covid letter I got to see my coach a couple more times before he passed away in June and and that just rocked our team in a bad way. We kind of trauma bonded over it because we were all just so close together that it felt like losing a family member but not one of those like distant relative family members but someone who is very very close to us. Half of us got their black belts two months before he passed away, which really sucks because they didn’t have the closure that the other half of us got after a new master took over our school and we got to work at our black belts as a sort of tribute to our coach and I need to get some of those guys out of their house cause I don’t think they’re doing so well with it. But yeah, so that’s my little taekwondo history you know these past 10 years have been life-changing. I wouldn’t have changed it for the world it sucked yeah but also I grew a lot and without taekwondo. I seriously wouldn’t be the person. I am today if you read all this, I commend you you deserve a gold star. I don’t have a gold star, but you deserve one. I’m sure there’s one at dollar store or something. I don’t know OK now onto to art!!

My art journey ironically started in Covid. I’ve always kind of had a little liking to doodling characters, but I never really was serious about it. It’s just like every kid doodling you know I wasn’t special. I wasn’t talented. I didn’t you know have all the supplies I didn’t have classes. I’ve the only art class I’ve taken was a watercolor thing, and it didn’t teach me very much other than hues and values. I’m a self taught artist. But when Covid hit suddenly I went for being incredibly busy to having nothing to do at all so since my brain was an occupied with tae kwon do and homework and missing birthday parties and all that I had so many creative ideas that I wanted to get out on paper so I could see But being the non talented kid with absolutely no artistic skill, I had to really work at it. It took three years before I was happy with my arm. It was really grueling, but I had to give myself grace you know and be like hey my art is shit right now but it’s not always gonna be like that so I’m just gonna keep working at it and it’s OK that it’s shit Because I’m learning and as the months went by I wouldn’t see the improvement for months at a time it took a long time what I do was I look up human art references or like the drawing like the drawing references and stuff and I trace them and I trace and trace and trace and trace trace until it became muscle Memory Once it became muscle memory, and I had a basic understanding of human anatomy I would use references instead of tracing, so I just kind of built. I kind of took those baby steps. I was building up to the point where I could draw the human body without references just a drawing, helped a lot with that and at first when I first weaned myself off of tracing it looked horrible as you know it does when you’re a beginner, but I refuse to let that hinder me because I was learning and I gave myself grace for that. I don’t think I would really change anything. I did for my art journey, other than figuring out shading and lighting sooner and backgrounds cause I suck at those, but That doesn’t mean I’m necessarily bad at art or I should never continue being an artist because I suck at something, that’s just an untruth that we tell ourselves often times we suck at something so badly and we have such a high opinion of ourselves that we think that we should be good at everything on the first try and if we’re not, we think well I will never be able to get up to ____’s level. And that’s something that a lot of beginner artist struggle with and that’s why a lot of people quit because they think that they don’t have talent, but it is not about talent. It’s about skill and skill. Takes a lot of time to build up and that’s where a lot of artists drop off because experience artist tell them practice practices practice that practice what you need to And because there’s no really set instructions other than practice a lot of people think well I can’t do it when that’s not really true because I started out as the most average kid artistic skill like I was not talented at all I started out on the same base level as everyone else I just had to drive to do it and that’s the difference if that makes sense, but yeah, there’s my little spiel Again if you read this I commend you because I ramble a lot anyway yeah. :33

This is probably my favorite ask that anyone’s ever sent me. Thank you.

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter seven: Out of the Woods —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: cursing, mentions of pregnancy

Authors Note: This ones a shorter one, but I couldn’t think of how else to make this more South Park coded. Don’t forget to comment like and repost! Enjoy!

Chapter art by @silvell

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DRIVING UP TO MARK AND VANESSA’S FELT LIKE A FEVER DREAM. Just imagining that in a few months it would be my kid here and not me. I couldn’t help but shiver at the thought. At least I knew they’d have a good life, a really really good life. They had such a nice yard where they could play, a beautiful living area where they’d grow up, and it was as far away from the chaos of South Park as possible.

“Juno, I didn't expect to see you here.” Mark said, greeting me at the door as I walked in, looking in as I took in the scenery.

“I have something really cool to show you guys. Is Vanessa here?” I asked, pulling my bag off and searching for the ultrasound photos.

“No. Actually, she's working late tonight. Trying to accrue as much time off as she can before the..” he gestured to my stomach, making me nod.

“Oh, right. I hear these are quite the time suck.” I say, placing my hands on my bump.

“Yeah. I'm just having a ginseng cooler. Would you like one?” I gave him a strange look, which he mocked as he looked back at me.

“What is it with you rich people and your herb-infused juices?” I asked, sitting back on their couch as if it were my own. My amazing ability to make any place feel like home. I kept looking through my bag, deciding to forgot about looking for the photo for a second.

“Something to do with those sporty four-packs they come in. They're not bad though. Did you say you had something to show me?” He asked, reminding me to look through my bag before I continued to grill him.

“Behold, good sir, your future child.” I said happily, pulling the ultrasound photo out of my pocket as Mark came to sit beside me on the couch.

“Hey, look at that.��

“I think it looks like my friend Kyle.” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It’s kinda weird actually, the baby wasn’t even here and I could already see the small curve in it’s nose that Kyle had. It kinda made this all a little bit easier, knowing that a little piece of him was along with me for the ride.

“Is he also bald and amorphous?” Mark teased, but I simply shook my head.

“No, he's the dad.” I explained, and he nodded. I think he understood that there must have been something sore there, a kryptonite of mine to bring up Kyle. He didn’t push that part any further.

“Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?

“I can't. The doctor can. But I kind of want it to be a surprise.”

“Well, it can only go one of two ways.”

“That's what you think.” I said laughing, shaking my head at him. “I mean, I drank tons of booze and smoked so much old weed from my dads farm. He has this thing called the pandemic special, shit goes crazy...You might end up with one of those scary neuter-babies born without junk.” I explained, taking a long swig from my water bottle while raising a brow at Mark.

“Junk, huh?” He asked, seeming confused.

“Yeah, you know, its parts.”

“We definitely want it to have some junk. Please.” Mark said with a sigh, and I pressed my lips together in a frown.

“You don't need to worry about a thing. My mom makes me eat super-healthy. You know, I can't stand in front of the microwave, and no red M&M's. I hope you're ready.” I explained, but Mark seemed to ignore the question. The song playing from the cd player seemed to catch his attention.

“You hear that?” He said, getting up as he turned the volume up.

“What?”

“This is my favorite song. This is Sonic Youth doing "Superstar" by the Carpenters. What did you say your favorite band was?”

“Didn't. It's a three-way tie between Fleetwood Mac, Nirvana and Pink Floyd.”

There was a reason, of course there was. Though my favorite of all time was Billy Joel, but he asked about bands. When we were kids I don’t think I could survive without my earbuds in blasting any and all Billy Joel and Fleetwood Mac songs. Billy Joel was me and Kyle’s thing. The first day he got his license, he picked me up and blasted Billy Joel music as we drove around. Vienna must have played 20 times before we even got home. And Fleetwood Mac was Stan. Even as children, when my mom would sing us Landslide to help us fall asleep.

“I'm definitely making you some CD's. At least while my kid's in there.” He said, making me smile slightly.

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AFTER LISTENING TO A FEW SONGS, and establishing a very important argument of 80s movies, we ended up on the couch watching Terminator. It had been an all out war, I had to defend my stand on Swayze for my life. It was nice, a cool way of getting away from the chaos of my life, no South Park, no Cartman, no Kyle, nothing. It was a nice quiet alternative to the craziness of my life.

“I’m sorry but I just can’t give you the win on this one. Dirty dancing will forever be the winner.” I said, shaking my head as he sighed.

“At Least it’s Dirty Dancing not some bouge remake.” He said, making me nod as I leaned back, a new movie now playing on tv.

“Have you guys thought of any names for the baby yet?”

“Sort of, yes. Vanessa likes Madison for a girl.” I looked over at Mark with furrowed eyebrows, not being able to help the dirty look I gave.

“Madison? Wait, hold on. Isn't that, like, a little gay?” I said rudely, earning a look in return from Mark.

“Wow, pretentious much? Should everyone just have a mysterious name like Juno? Isn’t your brother's name Stanley?” He argued, and I just shook my head.

“My dad went through this huge obsession with Roman and Greek mythology. You know, while he was high on weed. So he decided to name me after Zeus' wife.”

“I got it.”

“Zeus, he had tons of lays...But I'm pretty sure Juno was his only wife. And she was supposed to be, like, really beautiful but really mean. Like Diana Ross.” I explained, and he smiled at me as I rambled. It was strange, the way he smiled at me, but I didn’t think much of it. He was probably just trying not to laugh at my ridiculous talk.

“Well, that suits you.” He said, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Thanks?”

“You are something else.” I was about to make a comment before the front door opened. “There's Vanessa. You'd better go.”

“What? Why?” I asked, confused, considering I had come in the first place to show them their baby.

“She hates when I sit around and I watch movies and I don't "contribute."” He explained, getting up and clearing the sofa canes we had downed while here.

“No, I'll handle this. I'm really good at diffusing mom-type rage.” I explained, having handled mine and Kyle’s mothers for quite some time.

“Juno, seriously…”

“Mark, where are you? I got some stuff…” Vanessa said, the bags in her arms bouncing against her legs as she walked in.

“Hey, Vanessa.” I said cheerfully, though Vanessa seemed worried by my arrival.

“Juno. What's going on?” She asked, trying to see if she could find anything wrong.

“Nothing.”

“What's wrong?”

“I went to the doctor today.” I explained.

“Is something wrong?”

“The baby's great. It's the right size and everything. I even saw its phalanges today. Here. It's a baby. It's your baby. It kind of looks like it's waving, you know? Like it's saying, "Hey, Vanessa, will you be my mom?"”

When I showed Vanessa the picture there was a certain sparkle that seemed to form in her eyes, one I realized made her even more beautiful. She was so entirely happy, and in awe to see the baby, it made it all the more magical. It made me grateful to be able to say I was helping her.

“It kind of does.”

“Right?” I asked happily, smiling when Vanessa looked up at us.

“Juno was nice enough to bring that over for us.” Mark said, as Vanessa’s worry slowly faded.

“Yeah, I came as soon as I got that ultrasound goo off my pelvis. It was crazy, actually. My mom verbally abused… The ultrasound tech, and we got escorted off the premises. Wow, what kind of swag did you score? Mall madness, huh?” I rambled, looking down at the millions of bags in her hands.

“It's just some stuff I picked up for the baby.” She said.

“Don't you usually get all that stuff at a baby shower?”

“I doubt anyone's gonna throw us a shower.”

“Why wouldn't they throw you a shower?”

“I don't think people know how to feel about the situation…”

“Because it's not set in stone.”

I looked up to see both Mark and Vanessa looking down, as if mourning a past child they didn’t get to have. It broke my heart.

“What isn't set...? No. You don't think that I'm gonna flake out on you?” I asked, but Vanessa smiled sweetly.

“No, I don't, Juno. We went through a situation before where it didn't work out.” She explained, and Mark frowned beside her.

“Yeah, cold feet.”

“You should've gone to China. You know, because I hear they give away babies like free iPods. They just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events.” I explained, pretending to shoot a canon around. Mark and Vanessa shared a look before looking back at me.

“Your parents are probably wondering where you are.”

“No. I'm already pregnant. So, what other kind of shenanigans could I get into? But I should probably bounce.” I said, grabbing my keys as I began heading out.

“Take care.”

“Bye now.”

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[alollinglaughingcat]

i have so many kittens rn its silly so i made a gallery of some (some!) of my cats' ages XD

Frito is a bottlefed kitten I just picked up today, alongside their three siblings, Cheeto, Dorito, and Lay. They're 3 weeks old

Maya is a stray kitten my mom found outside three days ago, and she's a bit older than a month old, around 5-6 weeks old

Checkers is my long-term foster kitten, whom I've had since she was 2 months old, and she's now 8 months old about. I also fostered her sister, California, for a month. Checkers had a bad reaction to fluids (or the needle was contaminated) that caused her skin to split open, and she's got a few months left of healing to go!

Mac n Cheese is my wobbly syndrome cat, whom I've had since she was 6 weeks old and I swore was still under a year but she's actually a month over at 1 year, 1 month! :O time flies!!! my baby's so fat now!

Gizmo, not pictured, is another cat I have, who's about 2 years and a half now. Very smart and knows sit, high five, and spin! :) My mom also found him as a stray, same age as Maya, and he gave all my cats (and me) ringworm lmao

Princington and Battle Axel were two cats I also had who are now deceased and they were the same age, only about a week apart, and would both be 3 and a half years by now (Prince died at 1 year, Axel at ~2)

Tweetie aka Sweetie aka Angel is a cat I've had since childhood, so I can't remember her exact age. She was born on my grandma's farm, and we took her and Tommy aka Mustard (now deceased) when they were weaned off their mom, so about the 5-6 week mark

Sheldon is another cat I have, big fatto, and my mom fostered him since he was a bottle baby and kept him because he had anger issues and she feared no one would take him and he'd get euth'ed. He's about 9-11 years, I'm not sure of when he came into the picture even though I remember him as a kitten

Shadow is our old boy, somewhere in the 14-16 year old range. His ears are all fucked cause he got something like a hematoma in them and blood burst. He's a good boy but hell at the vet, so since the ears aren't lethal/painful, we didn't do much past give him meds for infection and clean his ears. He has a sister named Macaroni who is very chill and does not look as old as Shadow does lol

Also had a cat named Princess and another named Misty before them, but only faded memories :)

I had hamsters (Digger, Gumball) and guinea pigs (Marvin, Sweetflower) previously as well, had a rabbit (Cookie Dough aka NumNum) briefly, and currently have one some-months old hamster named Buster who loves biting people, and two gerbils, Gemini aged 1 year and Mama Virgo a few months older. Gemini had a sister named Libra that previously mentioned California ate. My mom also has ducks, chickens, and guineas

and not to mention our dogs! Shaggy is like a 4 months old sheep-a-doodle, then Adrian the mini pom is like 10 years old, Rocky the Shih Tzu is 12-14 years old, and Sonny the mutt is pushing 19 years old! We previously had a pom named Destiny who died at like 15 and PP aka Penelope the German Shephard mix who died young at 10 years old because of arthritis/other conditions

its going to be so strange going from so many animals to 2-3 cats, 3 critters when i move for college lol

[spinoff-antithesis]

kitty picture perhaps?

cracks knuckles. i have a whole gallery that’s a year out of date and you have incredibly perfect timing.

i also cannot add a break on mobile. sorry in advance (not really)

this loaf is luke! he’s my eldest - five years old & i share a birthday with him :) he got yoinked out of a neighbor’s car with his sister by my mom & the neighbor and i found him in the garage a week later bc my mom managed to keep him & leia under wraps and hidden from me for a WEEK. i still don’t know how she did it. he is picky abt cuddling but boy does he love sitting on my fucking ribs. every time. he’s also started cuddling more with me now that i’ve got my weighted blanket out - i think he likes how cool it is. also he only eats out of his food bowl and will sniff my food. most he steals is a lick of mac & cheese. (charm will steal my food if i leave it unattended, for comparison)

this little creature is charm!! she’s uh. a year. i think. maybe two next month?? she was ~6mon when i adopted her from petsmart in may 2022. historically the only cat i have ever paid for. she lost a brain cell with her leg and i love her so badly she was curled up against my chest while i was sitting against my door a while ago and bit my hand while i was petting her so i bit her back (lightly). we are also very lucky to have her bc she almost got adopted before my mom & i showed up and my mom’s car broke down the night we saw her so we had to get her the day i left the country for a study abroad. happy early 21st birthday to me i got a cat. also a little rat and a thief. i love her so badly please stop getting into fights with luke.

this goober is sunset!! there’s lore behind how we got her and the tldr of it is that she may have loosely belonged to someone else but uhhh scratches head no microchip no collar friendly cat running around at late hours free game. (there’s more context it’s just funnier like this). we got her the week before i got my job (early september) & i’ve literally no idea how old she is. had her for a week took her to the vet and got told “yeah shes either 7month or 4yr old. we don’t know.” so she’s ????? years old. also found out she was in fact NOT a boy and definitely a few weeks pregnant when we took her to the vet. my little rarity.

i do not have many pictures of this tiny screamy baby due to the fact it is LITERALLY A FEW HOURS OLD born. somewhere between 2pm-5:30pm oct. 17th 2023. it’s sunset’s baby it’s fucking adorable i can hold it in the literal palm of my hand and i will be training it to be a shoulder cat bc i miss my fucking shoulder cat. so badly. little screamy has no name and we do not know its gender quite yet considering that it is maybe 10-12hr old i also don’t really think it’s that imperative because i’m hoping it also survives its first night and sunset doesn’t accidentally crush it. but its so tiny oh my god (it will be named after some sort of star. probably polaris, dipper, corvus, or orion) it is also an only child as of 2am 10/18/23).

anyway tldr i got 3/5 cats by yoinking them off the street paid for 1 (one) at petsmart and the other was born maybe ten hours ago. so. :) also theyre my babies i will literally spam pictures of them i do not care my personal instagram is mostly cat pictures.

[bluwrites]

A/n: I accidentally deleted the post, and now I have to rewrite this whole request😭 It was a request by @cyber-streak-2 for headcanons of TFE Elita-1, Swindle, Wheeljack, and Megatron reacting to a human kid (around 10 years old) calling them dad/mom.

In the HC portion for Megs, you basically have two dads 🤭 just read

Spoilers maybe??

TFE Elita-1, Swindle, Wheeljack, and Megatron react to kid calling them dad/mom

Elita-1

-Your dad works for GHOST, and he has Elita-1 watch over you while he's on duty and she's available, sadly no mom in the picture

-It just, sort of slipped out of you one day

-You two had been enjoying your respective lunches together

-Elita-1 had a fresh Energon cube, and you a bowl of Mac n' Cheese

-You had finished your food before she could get half way into hers

-Wanting more of the delicious cheesey meal you asked her for more

-"Mom? Can I have more?"

-She was surprised, but didn't question it aloud

-Sure, the two of you had spent a lot of time together!

-She knows about your home situation, as your father of course has explained that

-But, you choosing her to be a mother figure?

-Was it really long enough for you to start calling for her by "mom"?

-It had to have been, if you were calling for her repeatedly to get her attention

-"Mom, mom, MOM!"

-"Sure, more Mac n' Cheese coming up!"

.

Swindle

-Your parents don't do a good job of taking care of you, or even taking track of you for that

-So when you and this giant yellow and purple robot become friends, your parents are none the wiser

-You start to see him as more of a parent than your own ones

-He likes to drive around town with you in his back seats

-No seat belt no doubt

-When you start picking up on his criminal behaviors is when you start calling him dad

-It was one day where you had taken this doll from a classmate because you got jealous she had one and you didnt

-You snatched it from her backpack at the end of the day when she hadn't been paying attention

-You'd bring the doll to Swindle when you get to hang out with him next

-Talking about how you took it from her and everything

-"Dad? Are you listening?"

-He's literally tearing up

-This little kid, he only met four months ago, is already picking up on his behaviors!

-Better yet, you called him dad! It's like he'a got his own little "Mini me"

-No matter how out of character it is for him, he pats you on the head and tells you how much of a good job you did

-"That's great Kiddo, absolutely great!"

.

Wheeljack

-Your mom works for GHOST, and with no one at home to watch over you, the company allows you to stay under the watch of Wheeljack when he's not in the field

-You like to tinker with things you find in his workshop, for instance some copper wire

-You had been inspired by a Rose painting in your art teachers class room, the colours reminded you of Wheeljack

-While Wheeljack worked on fixing on of his prototype drones, you started shaping the wire

-You got frustrated by it, a lot, but you eventually made what you went for, even if it was quiet mishaped

-Wheeljack was too busy with tinkering with his drone, to be bothered by you

-This made you upset, you spent all this time making this wire sculpture for him and he wouldn't listen to you

-Even if you're 10 years old you can still cry, your mom let's you know it's good to show your emotions

-When tears start welling in yours eyes you cry out

-"Dad, why won't you look at what I made"

-Hearing you cry he looks to see what's the matter, finally paying attention to you

-"What's wrong kiddo? Why are you cryin'?!"

-"You wouldn't pay attention to me when I showed you my Rose, dad"

-His optics widen, but a smile spreads on his faceplate, picking you up gently

-"Here, you can show me it now kid."

.

Megatron

-Not everyone at GHOST agreed that it would be a good idea for you to be watches by Megatron while your dad (a GHOST agent) worked, but it happened anyways

-You'd find your ten year old self roaming the halls of GHOST, in search of him

-You had somehow convinced him to play hide and seek with you

-You hadn't managed to find him yet, wherever he's hiding you were sure to find him soon

-You're sure of it!

-Your flip flops patter against the floor as you round a corner, looking down it sneakily in hopes he'd be there

-But no, not there

-You sighed, maybe you could trick him into thinking you'd given up?

-That would be sure to work!

-"I give up! You win hide n' seek Dad!"

-Oh, had you really said that aloud?! Embarrassment waved over you

-"Sorry, I meant Megatron!" You called back out

-Megatron emerged from his hiding spot, that was actually a hall behind you

-You turn around when you hear him coming

-"I though I checked that way!!" You grumble, slapping your hands to your face in defeat

-He looks down at your little body, you calling him dad was unexpected, but it had a nice ring to it.

-"I guess I win, don't I y/n?" he laughs, crouching down to offer his hand to you

-"Yeah, I guess"

[ayearofgoodfate]

i’m staying awake making sure my roommate doesn’t start showing od symptoms. we tend to take things too far. i have my hell day later and it’s all i can do not to fall asleep but i miss my parents house even though they didn’t always know how to be parents and i miss my little brother and sister and my dog and my bookshelf and the wall i would tape up magazine articles and photos to whenever i got sad. and i think that college fucks you up a little bit. there is so much love here. there’s also so much trauma.

when i was about nine my dad decided that he and i were going to read every single book in the middle grade section of the library. my dad had a lot of passion and not a lot of ways to harness it so every saturday he would drive me to the library and he had this old grey car that he could never tame enough to follow the speed limit. and we’d just spend hours there. my dad never talked to me a lot, we never had conversations that weren’t in a group setting. he never told me things or asked me questions but i was a talker so he learned what would work to work around that. he read to me. he’d always read to me. we’d knock out a book or two in the library, literally just sitting there for four hours straight on the old blue carpet while he’d make up voices for the characters, then we’d take about twelve more books home for the week. I’d read most of them on my own, but we’d go through one or two together throughout the week before bed. when we left the library he’d always buy girl scout cookies in quarters from whoever was outside the library selling. we’d eat the whole box. dad never made it feel like we had less than. he never ever told me that we were as poor as we were. he has done a lot of things but i will love him for that forever. i will always defend my dad.

we stopped reading together after a while. he got tired or i got old and he’d joined the church and my siblings weren’t babies and suddenly there were littler kids that needed reading time too. we didn’t finish the entire middle grade section of the library. i don’t think we even made it halfway. i don’t think dad has gone to the library since. the last book we read, we didn’t finish, and i was a bitch about it. it was this big collection of science fiction short stories and the girls in my class had been telling me that stuff was for boys and i simply wasn’t having it. dad wouldn’t have that. every book is every book, so we trudged.

i got really sick that fall. i slept for days straight. my parents couldn’t afford doctors and probably wouldn’t have taken me anyway but dad was really good at taking care of sick people. he’d sit there and watch me breathe and make me mac and cheese and read to me and i’d be half asleep. this one story was about solipsism. i was delirious, drifting in and out of his voice, letting the idea of me being the only real person in the world marinate in my mind. i woke up three days later like i’d never been sick. i needed to read that story again because i needed to know it existed because, mainly, i needed to know that dad did and mom did and baby sister and brother and my friends and the book was gone.

i looked for it for years in different libraries. big. silver. i resigned myself to the fact that it was a fever dream and then like magic it popped up on the library shelves again. i took it out and renewed it for months on end and drew in it with the invisible ink pen I stole from office depot’s back to school sale. i marked it with my name and annotated it with notes on how dad read it when i was little and it was mine until it was overdue. years later i bought a used copy i found at a yard sale. annotated. i play around in my mind with the idea of trading the books out, as if i still live in a place where i could. the point is, it’s real. we’re real. dad was real, our library trips that had been half forgotten were real, and isn’t it nice to feel real and to know everything else is too?

I miss dad. my roommate’s breathing heavy and in a few hours she will wake up sick. between my classes i’ll raid my drawers and wallet for enough coins to run to cvs and buy her some mac and cheese because that’s what we both crave when we’re not doing too good. i will never tell her i paid for it in coins and i’ll never tell her i stayed up to make sure she’d be okay. we’re a lot alike and so i’m not even mad at her for what she did tonight. she just wanted to know she was real. she is my best friend and she has a lot of passion. i take to people like that, latch onto them like a leech because i was taught to feel deeply and anyone who doesn’t i seem to repel. i will go to class and not fall asleep, and i’ll wear cute clothes and there will be circles under my eyes and no part of me will match but that’s how i am and i can’t ever in good faith tell anyone why. i play around with calling dad a lot. I look at his contact but i can’t bring myself to hear the silence. i think that’s why i went to book school in the first place. i think it’s why i’m writing this.

[urapunk2023]

London Calling: Anti-Capitalist Anthem

By Erin Wilson

When I got my license at 17 years old, I certainly did not have my own car to drive. No matter whose car I took—my mom’s, sister’s, or brother’s—music was always what I cared about most on my drive, even the five minute ones to and from school. Usually anxious about going wherever I was, my mood was changed by the music. Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours made me feel energized; Lorde’s Pure Heroine, sad and angsty; Bahamas Is Afie to feel calm.

Driving my mom’s car, equipped with the modern luxury of bluetooth and Spotify, meant I could listen to anything I desired. My brother’s and sister’s cars were older, which meant I could listen to the radio or CDs. My brother had a strongly different taste in music, so none of his CDs compelled me and I often opted for the radio instead (104.5, Philly’s alternative rock, was my favorite). My sister had a small collection of CDs, which included Fleet Foxes’ self-titled album, mixtapes from boyfriends of present and past, and The Clash’s London Calling.

I grew to love this album, knowing nothing else of The Clash. As I paid more attention to their lyrics, I noticed that the revolutionary tones of the 1979 album still rang true in my senior year of high school, 40 years after its release.

In fact, due to their commercial success, The Clash is a notable band of those in punk subcultures that concerned themselves with politics. Though they were criticized for signing with CBS as contrary to punk (Anderson and Heibutzki), there is an inherent impossibility in trying to widely spread a message while also remaining mostly underground and unknown. And although they critique capitalism while reaping its benefits (once success is achieved), how else is one expected to operate under the conditions in which they exist? Rather than becoming anti-punk, the deal allowed the band to move leftist, revolutionary ideas into the mainstream.

Punk evolved out of the social and economic crises in Great Britain in the summer of 1976: high unemployment, a dire heat wave, and the conservative policies and beliefs of the National Front on the rise (Denyer). A movement hopeless with the current situation, yet holding on to a tinge of hope for change in the future, led to the formation of The Clash. Originally a five-man band, they eventually consisted of Joe Strummer and Mick Jones both on vocals and guitar, Paul Simonon on bass, and Nicky “Topper” Headon on drums (Bindas). They got their start opening on tour for the Sex Pistols’ Anarchy in the UK in ‘76, and took off from there (Wilder).

Their revolutionary sentiments existed from the start with their singles “White Riot” and “1977”. Two years later, in 1979, just six months after conservative Margaret Thatcher was elected Prime Minister of Great Britain, The Clash released their third album, London Calling (Bindas). They were informed not only by the social conditions around them, but their personal experiences too. Paul Simenon worked in a factory to save money and gain admission to an art college, which he eventually abandoned for rock and roll. Art college was “bollocks” (Jolly). In a 1979 interview with Punk Magazine, Joe Strummer made his opinions clear:

"First of all let me tell you my personal politics are and always have been and always will be to the left…I’m not into fucking people working away in factories doing useless boring jobs just for some cunt to take the rake off. But I don’t want to say that I’m a socialist or that I’m a communist ‘cause I fuckin’ hate parties and party doctrine…When anybody has a great idea they go and make it a manifesto, a party. Like, I don’t want anyone tellin’ me what I gotta do, right?" (Jolly)

The views of The Clash are evident in their eclectic musical style and evocative lyrics. The title track, “London Calling,” sums up the decaying mania felt by the punks:

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in

Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin

A nuclear era, but I have no fear

'Cause London is drowning

I, I live by the river

Climate change, drought, hunger, nuclear power and threat: the problems of capitalism in 1979 still rang true when I first heard it in 2019, and still today in 2023. In “The Guns of Brixton,” they address police violence in the London neighborhood of Brixton, which had a large Afro-Caribbean and working class population. Simonon himself grew up in this area.

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us, you can bruise us

And even shoot us

But oh-oh, the guns of Brixton

And finally, in “Death or Glory,” they make their plans of resistance clear:

We're gonna fight you, brother

We're gonna fight 'til you lose

We're gonna raise trouble

We're gonna raise hell

We're gonna fight you, brother

Raise hell

Death or glory

Becomes just another story

Unlike other punk bands, The Clash advocated for means of resistance that did not involve violence, which was often present at punk rock gigs. According to Elin Wilder for Punk, “in fact they abhorred [violence], and were one of the few bands to continually speak out against it; their ideal was to convince kids to focus their anger toward fighting for a common cause instead of fighting each other.” (p. 52)

Gen Z, my own generation, is highly active in advocating for common causes in today’s society, in which the same capitalist-caused issues addressed by The Clash, plus hundreds more, run rampant, if not worse. Now is a better time than ever to look back to The Clash, London Calling as well as their other albums, and the plenty of other frustrated, politically-motivated punk groups of the 1970s and ‘80s. What can we learn from their groundbreaking subculture? What worked and what didn’t? How should we address the ills of capitalism today?

Now that I have my own car, my grandmother’s 1997 Saturn, I have some freedom to choose the music that changes my mood. However, with a broken cassette player, radio is my only listening option, which means there are limitations to the discography I hear on my drives. Although I don’t frequently hear The Clash on the radio, I’m learning to appreciate local radio again, and listening to songs by chance; music that I would typically not seek out on my own accord. It is also a delightful surprise to turn on a station and hear some of my favorite songs and artists, like Feist on WXPN, as well as music I once loved and haven’t heard in ages. There is so much that we can learn by looking back on the art and music of the social movements that contributed to the groundwork of our culture today.

Left to right: Jones, Strummer, Simonon, Headon. 1978. (Sheila Rock/Rex).

Works Cited

Anderson, Mark, and Ralph Heibutzki. We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of A Band That Mattered. E-book, Akashic Books, 2018.

Bindas, Kenneth J. “‘The Future is Unwritten’: The Clash, Punk and America, 1977-1982.” American Studies, vol. 34, no. 1, Spring 1993, pp. 69-89.

Boy George’s 1970s: Save Me from Suburbia. Directed by Ian Denyer, IWC Media, 2016.

Jolly. “The Clash: Don’t Give ‘Em Enough Rope!” Punk Magazine, vol. 1, no. 17, May-June 1979.

Wilder, Elin. “The Clash.” Punk Magazine, The D.O.A. Filmbook Special Edition, 10 Apr. 1981, p. 52.

[idolpyre]

⠀ ⠀★ 7 THEME SONGS ► ▌▌ ■

SMOTHER — DAUGHTER

⠀ ⠀— i should go now quietly, for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep. where all my layers can become reeds, all my limbs can become trees, all my children can become me, what a mess i leave to follow. in the darkness i will meet my creators, and they will all agree that i'm a suffocator.

NOT STRONG ENOUGH — BOYGENIUS

⠀ ⠀— always an angel, never a god. i don't know why i am, the way i am. there's something in the static, i think i've been having revelations. coming to, in the front seat, nearly empty, skip the exit to our old street and go home. go home alone.

CLASS OF 2013 — MITSKI

⠀ ⠀— mom, would you wash my back ? this once, and then we can forget and i'll leave what i'm chasing for the other girls to pursue . . . mom, am i still young ? can i dream for a few months more ?

END OF A DAY — JONGHYUN

⠀ ⠀— i can't cry all i want or even laugh all i want at the end of a tiring day but still, if i'm next to you. like a child, i can whine and laugh 'til i run out of breath, i'm not used to seeing myself like this . . . you did a good job today, you worked so hard.

POPPY — MAC MILLER

⠀ ⠀— time goes by, going without you, hope you know i've been thinking 'bout you. and i know, i know, i know, i know that they took you from your home, but you're in my heart, so i'm never gonna be alone. time goes by, going without you, hope you know i've been thinkin' 'bout you

ALONE — JIMIN

⠀ ⠀— i'm drunk and i'm asleep, i can't remember when i've been thinking about what i'm doing. why is it only me ? no, everyone's like that. i'm pretending to be okay every time. i'm so pathetic . . . how long do i have to endure it ? can i go back to where i am from ? this cold and lonely night, without thinking, i walk in my dark room alone. i said it was okay, i feel like i'm slowly losing myself.

SEOUL — NAMJOON

⠀ ⠀— this city's harmony, it's so familiar to me, the day of my youth seems so far away and now it's full of buildings and cars, but this is my home now. why do you sound like soul ? what kind of soul do you have ? what holds me back by your side like this ? i don't even have anything to reminisce about you. i'm so sick of you now.

TAGGING : you, the one reading this !! <3

[the-firebird69]

A son found the requisition for payment really is a expense report that George Washington submitted and he made a copy they didn't know he could and he didn't scribe it He used a cofpy machine for the cofpy machine came out. And he says he's seen the copy machine with one of Thomas O'connor's man and it was at MIT when he was looking at a job and Thomas O'connor remembers it. They said there was this big huge old camera and very funky looking and he said my brother took some pictures of documents and he said holy **** and he's wondering what year it was made so he started to think it was 1783 and he looked at what he was doing and said this is what the kid is saying. This guy is having the same problems. So he figured out kind of a method but he also figured out that JC and Mary were in trouble and then people weren't paying him nothing and he was in trouble and he got the hint and he saw these people and the max working together sort of and now he's he's with the Mac proper are doing. The camera was made well before the Revolutionary War. And it was made before America was founded and yeah he has a picture of our sons crappy son being created and he wanted to take the claim for it and the plane and the blame and he knows what he can do. To a degree he saw two of them in his front of the house when he thought I thought our son thought maybe he died he's trying to revive himself and he did and David had a conniption so you can't do that in front of me and flipped out and he turned into the mega programmer but he was making it happen too peter Audette found out about it later and said This guy can hurt people and twice he called him or three times more than that he says it's like 5 times 2 weird places but kind of rundown it's like those abandoned houses but they're just about to abandon it and it's true it's very strange and Tommy F has a dumb look on his face one place he thought his mom was there and she was and he said it's time to move she said I can't with grandpa and so she called me and she left and she said this is what's happening this guy is forcing him to go places sometimes he says I can't lift anything I started laughing and says I don't really do anything except for them they're like attacking me and I beat some of them to death so it's over motivated he goes boy that might explain it you think so they're all getting **** about it and Tommy F has warrants on him for it and they're gonna go after him for what they're doing here. They can't afford for him to have both and he's kind of a sucker and that empire is having him do it and we know about it. This is a valuable date now it might not be the large reimbursement but it is a reimbursement of some kind because every year they do this and every year around this time in July against something it started out doing it with grandma and grandpa believe it or not and they're talking about the two for like a month and it started going up and up but coded numbers so grandpa looked at it the other day again and saw him getting like $100 $200 and it's always upwards it's never up in that down and so he left off and it's wondering where it says not too much but it's like you said so he's wondering what it is and it might be this debt relief that the president's working on he says no so you sent a request in for a few months he was eligible and he doesn't see how that would work except Trump would say that you screwed up and said four months instead of 3 and he didn't send the checks back and that's what we think he's up to. It never works for Trump but he likes that kind of thing.

cntd

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Skating on Thin Ice - Chapter 5 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Elijah Ellis

My father was never as religious as my mother was.

Back when I lived with my mother, Sundays revolved around church but now that I was living with my father, things were different.

Instead of going to church in the morning, Dad made breakfast with Mandy while the two of them danced around the kitchen listening to music.

They did it every week and I grew fond of their small tradition, especially since I got to eat whatever they ended up making.

I rolled over in my bed, inhaling a deep breath and getting a whiff of the prominent smell of bacon that filled the house.

The music coming from downstairs was faint but I could tell it was Fleetwood Mac. T

hey were Dad and Mandy's favorite band and I knew that was what had to be playing.

Within the next few moments, twelve-year-old Ava barged into my bedroom, looking more annoyed than usual.

"Breakfast is ready," Ava grumbled, not leaving her spot from my doorway.

"What's up with you?" I asked, sitting up on the bed and letting my comforter slide down my bare chest.

"I just got my period," she told me angrily with a huff.

"Oh," I replied awkwardly, clearing my throat.

"Um, congrats?"

Ava let out a heavy, frustrated sigh.

"All boys are clueless."

At least she knew that already.

"So," I started, standing up from the bed to pull a shirt over my head.

"Have you told your mom, yet?"

Ava rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning her shoulder on the door frame.

"Yes, I told her," Ava replied blandly.

"And she practically wants to throw a party."

I laughed, walking toward Ava at the door.

She moved to the side so I could get out and let me close my door.

The two of us made our way toward the stairs to get to the kitchen.

"You're her only daughter, everything you do is going to excite her," I consoled with a smile.

Ava gave me a wicked smirk.

"I guess that means I should rebel."

I chuckled but shook my head at her.

Ava was only my half sister but it felt as though she was my full sibling.

She was witty and mature for her age and just cool all around.

I loved having her as a little sister.

When we got down to the kitchen, Joshua was already there, munching on an egg sandwich and bobbing his head to the music while Dad and Mandy sang along to 'Go Your Own Way' loudly.

Ava and I grabbed plates and piled them full of food, getting greeted with loving kisses on cheeks and hugs from our parents, before joining Joshua at the kitchen table.

"Elijah, did you hear?" Mandy asked, turning down the music and heading over to the table.

"My baby is a woman now."

Mandy placed her hands on Ava's shoulders while Ava's faced turned into a hard scowl directed my way, as if I was the cause of her mother's overbearing action.

"Um, what?" Joshua asked awkwardly, looking between Ava and me.

Mandy looked excitedly at her son.

"Ava got her..."

"Mother," Ava exclaimed, whipping her head around to face her.

"Enough."

Mandy gave her daughter a loving, apologetic look, rubbing her shoulders gently.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Mandy apologized.

"I'm just so excited for you."

"Why would you be excited for me to bleed out of my vagina for a week every month?" Ava asked in an annoyed tone while Dad took a seat at the table with his plate.

"Oh," Joshua finally said.

"I get it now."

I rolled my eyes, plopping a piece of bacon into my mouth.

"You're so slow," I told him.

Joshua just shrugged and continued eating his breakfast, completely unfazed by the news about our sister's newfound 'womanhood'.

"You boys have plans today?" Dad asked, setting down his coffee after taking a sip.

Joshua shook his head while I replied...

"I don't."

Dad smiled widely.

"Wonderful. Let's do something."

"You're going to leave me alone with her?" Ava asked, pointing her thumb at Mandy.

Dad chuckled, turning toward his daughter.

"You'll survive. I'm sure of it."

Ava muttered...

"I wouldn't be so sure."

"Anyway, boys," Dad addressed Joshua and myself.

"I was thinking we could go to the store and get some things you'll need for hockey."

"I need new sticks," Joshua told him.

"Perfect," Dad replied.

"Will you two be ready in an hour?"

Joshua and I both nodded and made our way upstairs once we were done eating our breakfasts.

I did my morning routine and got dressed before meeting Joshua out in the hallway and heading down the stairs with him.

Dad was waiting for us in the living room, sitting on the couch with Mandy and Ava.

"Ready to go?" he asked, standing from the couch.

We nodded and bid the girls a goodbye before heading out to Dad's car.

I took the front seat before Joshua could get there and I smirked when I heard him curse under his breath.

********

Dad brought us to the sports store on the other side of town.

I had never been in there since I would always go with my old hockey team to get the equipment I needed and they tended to go to the more expensive stores near the mall.

Once we were parked, the three of us made our way toward the store together and immediately went to the hockey section.

"What do you need, Elijah?" Dad asked as he looked at some stick tape.

"Some of that," I replied with a grin, pointing toward the tape he was holding.

He tossed it in the basket while I grabbed a few more rolls.

Joshua was already over at the sticks with one in hand.

Dad and I walked over to him as he gripped the stick in his hand tightly.

"Is this the one you want?" Dad asked, motioning toward the stick.

"I'm not sure yet," Joshua replied, looking down at the stick.

"I'm trying to imagine what it would be like once it's cut."

"Lighter," I joked, grabbing the stick from his hands.

It felt good in my hands and it was already light enough without it being cut.

I knew Joshua liked to have his sticks cut shorter than average because he found it easier to handle the puck like that, so I was sure once it was cut it would be perfect for him.

Joshua grabbed another of the same stick and the three of us moved on to look at some workout clothes.

I grabbed a few new dry-fit t-shirts and shorts while Josh did the same.

We also got some hockey stick wax for the blades of our sticks before heading toward the checkout area with all of our things.

I stopped in my tracks when we reached the register and my face immediately began to heat up while my throat dried.

Standing behind the register as the cashier was one of my old hookups, Tyler.

We had gotten together a few times and had our fun,but I hadn't spoken to him since.

Dad didn't seem to notice my discomfort as he waltzed on over to the register and started laying our things down for Tyler to scan.

I kept my head down as I stood behind my father but I knew that Tyler had noticed me.

He kept glancing my way, like he wanted to say something but knew he shouldn't in front of my dad.

Joshua seemed to pick up on the awkwardness of the situation and looked between Tyler and I suspiciously.

We couldn't get out of the store soon enough.

As soon as Dad paid for everything, I was out the door and at the car in a matter of seconds.

Neither him or Joshua commented on my sprinting to the car when they made it there a few moments later.

[horce-divorce]

can anyone help me understand why every attempt to factory reset this macbook has instead resulted in a new hard drive partition? yes I was following the series-appropriate reset instructions rather than the older ones.

also the first 2 times I reset it, it still immediately prompted me for my mom's old iCloud password upon startup (I am not, nor have i ever, logged in to icloud on this device since resetting) -- but it would accept an incorrect/blank pw and then stop prompting.

this does, however, affect the memory/storage space on the harddrive and with the amount of photos, music, and other random files I use for my website etc it is really becoming a problem.

im sure the right thing to do now is sign up on like a mac forum and ask those bastards but ive already spent months scouring those threads for answers and im tired. i don't know what to look for anymore. everything i find just points to "idk it shouldnt do that."

relevant side note: my mom had some kind of corrupted file stored on this device/with her icloud account associated to this device at some point. Like she took it to the apple store and that's what they told her, they wouldn't work on it due to corrupted files. i don't think she ever found or identified the file in any way and that situation was just basically never sorted and then she wiped the computer and gave it to me. but again, that was something I was under the impression would be, like, erased... in a factory reset... or multiple subsequent resets...