#toddler fedora

[one-time-i-dreamt]

As a toddler I had a recurring nightmare that the weasel wearing a fedora from Who Framed Roger Rabbit was following me around my grandma’s house and no one would believe me so I hid in the laundry room.

[mammalsofaction]

Y'know what would be really funny? If each of the Flynn Fletcher siblings KNOW/have suspicions about Perry's secret, but they each keep it to themselves for individual reasons. It's been pointed out before that Perry can get REALLY reckless sometimes, and other times the boys are too clever/know Perry way too well.

-CANDACE has actually seen and interacted with Perry in secret agent mode, particularly during the time she thought she was high off her rocker and Perry had to save her from a self destructing volcano. She's had dreams where Perry was a secret agent in them.

-She doesn't bring it up or think about it much bc she just has like. A lot of other more pressing priorities most of the time, which is so valid. Also I lowkey thinks she suspects she's got a hallucination problem, like with the Zebra? I get why she doesn't talk about it out loud: she sounds crazy enough to her mother as is without suddenly talking about how their exotic pet is a sentient secret agent in a fedora.

-FERB figured it out almost immediately that day he and Phineas accidentally fell into Perry's lair and they pretended to be "secret agents" for the day. HE knows he didnt make that lair. Everything was almost toddler sized, but functionally and professionally equipped for a working adult. There were only two "P" s in the family, and it clearly wasn't Phineas. Also? Everything was Platypus themed. He put two and two together.

-I figure he doesn't talk about it bc he lowkey knows why Perry doesn't tell them. He and Phineas have a lot of faith in Perry, and Ferb is a lot less emotional. If Perry refuses to tell them about his double life and where he goes, hes just gonna trust him.

-Im pretty sure PHINEAS subconsciously knows about the secret agent thing. From where? Africa. He 💯 spotted Perry in secret agent mode on the other side of the gulf while hanging from that vine, and between his siblings Phineas is CLEARLY the one who knows what Perry looks like best. He can pick Perry out from colour and smell from every other brown eyed teal platypus in the entire tri-state area. He not only recognizes his paw prints: he knows Perry's healthy weight distribution on them to know whether or not hes injured or limping. Like....my boy can be oblivious and autistic 98% of the time, but Phin is also REALLY self aware and trusting of his own eyes and instincts.

-He doesn't talk about it because hes in denial 👍

[anancientlegacy]

you'll never guess -- s. sallow

Pairing: sebastian sallow x reader

Genre: fluff, some angst with reader's father, but that's all

Note: I use “MC” to refer to the reader, but I also explain why in the fic itself! This is still in fifth year even before the player meets Anne, so they don’t do anything crazy. Merely mentions of kissing. Sassy Sebastian and sassier Imelda.

Trope: Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating.

Word count: 2.2k

Crossposted to ao3!

“Hey, Garreth, Ominis, the lot of you that have only grown up in the wizarding world, I’ve got a question.” 

It’s the first words you’ve spoken to everyone around you, your entire friend group sprawled or stretched out on one side of the summoner’s court. All of you have been watching Samantha and Leander make a go of it, over and over and over again — you don’t always have positive things to say about Prewett, but you can’t help but acknowledge his tenacity. Samantha’s final Accio resounds all around you, cutting through the air as she pulls her ball in for another 50 points, blowing her opponent out of the water despite having won the game by her second ball.

“You can say purebloods, MC, it won’t hurt any feelings.” You know Leander doesn’t mean anything by this — you’ve heard Zenobia call him a “no-talent moonmind” in passing — but you can feel Ominis bristle beside you at the mere implication of an impending blood status discussion. You’re quick to shake your head, muttering a ‘no, not exactly what I meant’ while rummaging through your newly-sewn bag (one made up entirely of garments you’d found no use for, because really, what use is a fedora to anyone) for something. Professor Weasley had helpfully enchanted it to be almost endlessly deep, but you find yourself cursing this now. The fact that everyone pauses to watch you is not lost on you at all, and you can’t help but feel some sort of embarrassment.

“All I was asking, well, really, all I’m curious about, is what wizarding world courtship is like. Do you have calling hours, or daily tea, or anything of the sort? Ah, here it is.” You brandish a marriage manual with much gusto, having received it in the mail from your otherwise heavily detached father a few days ago. You’d offhandedly mentioned accompanying Sebastian to the Three Broomsticks to him in a letter, mostly assuming he wouldn’t read it — too busy with overseeing shoddy police work in Whitechapel, and ignoring the realities of magic and whatnot — but he had, to your surprise, replied. The first response all term.

My daughter,

Do not allow yourself to be charmed by young men with no prospects. Surely I raised you better than this. I have given this infernal creature a young ladies’ guide for you to peruse. Certainly letter vi. There are girls dropping like flies here, and I would greatly dislike to find you in a similar situation. 

Read it and report back. If you can send regular post rather than an owl I’d rather you that. Can’t have the neighbours asking too many questions. 

You’d left the letter upstairs under your bed to gather dust, not even bothering to take it with you to the room of requirement. The idea of Sebastian having no prospects is practically laughable to you, considering he’s one of the brightest wizards in your year… even if he is, simultaneously, one of the most troublesome. Your father has been pretending as if magic is pointless at best and a silly trick at worst ever since your magical mother left him with a toddler. 

You dislike him, but you suppose you’d despise her if you knew her. 

Summoner’s court is all but entirely forgotten as even Samantha steps down to join the other fifth years as they fully form a gaggle around you. Amit, to everyone’s surprise, grabs the manual right out of your hands, his nosiness — which he would and does tell you is simply Ravenclaw curiosity, despite you being in the same house — overcoming all societal norms. Poppy, ever one for any sort of gossip, reads the title aloud: “Letters to Young Ladies on their Entrance into the World, to which are added sketches from real life… quite a mouthful, isn’t it?”

“Are you asking if we have these preposterous things?” For once, you can agree with Prewett’s assessment of something. Judging by the slow, rising murmur of consensus around you, everyone else is surprised by themselves for the very same reason. 

“I’ve never seen something like that in my life.” Garreth tacks on to his housemate, and Ominis, never one to miss a prompting, says a swift “me neither” that brings forth a laugh from you and uneasy chuckles from those that don’t know him as well. 

“My father told me to read the sixth letter about unequal marriages because I went on a date, something that seemed to single handedly convince him that my destiny is to become another Whitechapel murder victim, as if those poor girls were the reasons for their untimely demises.” You’re prattling on, you know this, but the insult of receiving the book in the first place still smarts. Natty places a hand on your shoulder, one of the few to know the true extent of your parental issues.

“That’s sort of hilarious, isn’t it?” Imelda pops up out of nowhere, sly as always, and you surmise her arduous, somewhat pointless three-hour self-inflicted flying practice must be over for the day. There really is quite a crowd gathering around you — in fact, there’s basically only one person missing.

“Hold on.” It’s Leander this time, eyes squinting as if he’s having a difficult time puzzling something out. “A date? Who’d you go on a date with?” 

“She was never going to say yes to you, mate, give it up.” Imelda is quick to start fires that she knows she won’t put out herself, and the case of Prewett pursuing you, something both you and him like to pretend doesn’t exist for very different reasons, is one such thing. 

“Come off it, screw off.” He fires back, the best he can come up with as everyone watches, and you so badly want to laugh but settle for turning away and taking the manual back from Amit and Poppy. As long as they’re occupied, nobody will think to follow up —

“Honestly, MC, I want to know too.” Natty breaks your overly-optimistic train of thought, and the glance you send her way is withering. You and Sebastian are still feeling things out, after all: Not too casual, not too serious. Perhaps this is the best time to let everyone know. 

“Well…” You draw the word out, pulling it out into several syllables. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to tell you all without him being here. He should get a say in the reveal, too.” 

The resulting group groan is pure cacophony. Poppy dreamily wonders aloud if it’s an older man, while Imelda scrunches up her face as she relays the idea of it being someone younger. Amit whines about never being in on the secret, and you suspect Natty is gearing up to silently jinx you. Even Ominis breaks his kind aloofness by shoving your shoulder in a way that makes you wonder if he really can’t see anything at all, and Garreth furrows his brows, surely wondering if he can slip veritaserum into your drink at supper. Samantha, one of your roommates, murmurs something about putting a hex on your pillow tonight.

“I see.” Leander says, too smug for your liking. “MC won’t tell us who because she isn’t actually dating anyone.”

“That’s worse for you, you git,” Imelda snaps. “Means she dislikes you so much she’ll lie about a boyfriend.”

“Goodness!” You speak again, finally incensed by everything that’s happening. Prewett never fails to put you in some sort of mood. You don’t really have room for one more secret as it is, what with everything Professor Fig and the Keepers have entrust to you, and Ranrok’s brewing rebellion. “If you really must know, really and truly, it’s Sebastian. Happy?”

Silence. Sudden and significant silence. 

“Sallow?!” For once, Leander and Imelda are on the same page, their voices surprisingly harmonious together as they break the sound barrier. Garreth and Ominis both look unsurprised, though they may just be stoicists at this point. Even Poppy, who’s literally seen the two of you out at Hogsmeade together, seems taken aback. 

“What have I done now?” 

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. 

“My dad sent me a ladies’ manual about propriety and sorts because I told him I’d gone on a date, and this lot couldn’t handle me not saying who with.” Your shoulders untense themselves naturally,as he walks up beside you, and you swipe a spot of grease off of his nose with an index finger before wiping it back on his own robe. 

“How was detention? Midday is a terrible time to serve one.”

“Sharp just had me manually cleaning cauldrons, it wasn’t the absolute worst. Incorrectly prepared Ashwinder eggs smell positively noxious, though.”

“Serves you right, frankly –”

“You’ve got to be fooling us.” It’s Amit this time, eyes wide as saucers as he interrupts you. “The two of you bicker constantly.” 

“More than.” Ominis supplies, and you stick your tongue out at him, eliciting an “I felt that!” from your decreasingly dear friend. 

“They fight like brother and sister.” Leander seems to be holding on to his belief in the idea that your budding relationship is merely a ruse. “Worse — they’re completely opposite each other. MC is witty and charming, and Sallow is, well… Sallow.”

“I think they’re good for each other.” Garreth shrugs. “She’s a bit of a kleptomaniac and he’s somewhat addicted to getting caught doing stupid things.”

“MC is -” Leander tries one more time at pulling something over Sebastian, or you, or both of you, but your sort-of-boyfriend decides he’s had enough and doesn’t let him finish.

“The whole lot of you only call her MC because of me, you know. I doubt you even know that it starts for ‘my charge,’ because I was put in charge of her when she first went to Hogsmeade. 

“Where a troll attacked her?” 

“Opposites can attract!” Poppy, ever the believer in love, chimes in before you can defend Sebastian from Leander’s latest barb. “And friends fall in love all the time. They’re both quite lovely to us and to each other when you aren’t around.” Her sweet tone is even more devastating as she aims her cutting words at Prewett.

“It’s just been a few dates.” You interject, reeling from how quickly everyone is quipping at each other, cheeks heating up at the idea of love. The school year has really only just begun — you and Sebastian just happen to get along.

“Well, a few official dates.” Sebastian knocks your shoulder with his bicep, and you look up at his teasing smile knowing full and well that it’ll just warm your face further. “Ask me why I had detention.” Your cheeks cannot physically get any hotter, and you stop yourself from self-incriminatingly scowling at Sebastian. The story is embarrassing for him but you know he doesn’t care because it’s sure to embarrass you, too. His words are aimed at Prewett because he really wants to twist the knife, but he has everyone else’s rapt attention too. The two boys engage in a bit of a staring match, reminiscent of your very first Defense Against the Dark Arts class when you’d walked in on them, both aggravated, dueling each other. 

“Why?” Leander spits out, curiosity finally getting the best of him.

“Sharp heard some, er, snogging noises in his private potions store at night. We’d gone in to nab some fluxweed but realized that we rarely get time to just be alone together. This one was smart enough to disillusion herself the moment we heard the door unlock, but I was so taken aback that I couldn’t do the same in time. He walked in and I, unable to think of anything else, told him that I’d found myself increasingly attracted to leaping toadstools. Of course, he assumed I was fulfilling some sort of bet, but I ended up with detention and she got off scot free.” 

“Go on, tell them the details of my astrological chart too, won’t you.” You hiss, but Sebastian only laughs, reaching an arm out to toss over your shoulder and pull you in. “And it wasn’t snogging exactly. We were just… lightly kissing. Very chastely, I might add.” You know nobody believes you even as you’re telling the truth — Sebastian is more respectful than he lets on. 

“Chaste kissing?” Garreth whistles as Ominis says this, and you prepare yourself for sarcasm from the latter. “Maybe your father was right to send you a marriage manual.” 

Now it’s Sebastian’s turn to become beet red. 

“M-marriage manual? I thought it was just a thing for young ladies to read. Your father sent you a what?” 

Before you can say anything in response, Imelda breaks her uncharacteristic silence to begin humming a tune popularly played at wedding ceremonies, and you forget everything in the moment as you lunge at her. She calls her broom to her with ease before jumping on and, before you can think, you do the same, leaving your bag and the manual on the grass to chase after your friend. 

All Sebastian can do is gaze up at you hopelessly and totally smitten as he, still red-faced, gathers your things up and closes your bag. Perhaps it’s time for another Three Broomsticks date. By the looks of it, you and Imelda are on your way there via air travel anyways.

[murfeelee]

inZOI - Madzie & Max Lightwood-Bane (Shadowhunters)

After making Magnus Bane, I decided to make his kids to try out the kids for the demo.

IIRC, the TS4 CAS demo didn't let us make kids (did they even effing HAVE kids as a lifestate back then, or was it just zero toddlers & bassinet babies?). So we're already off to a better start than effing EA.

I'm sad that Krafton didn't let us have access to any sliders to really customize kids in the demo. The presets are ok enough, though some of them look like mini adults or something--the eye bags are too much (at least 3 poor kids looked like they'd been huffing a pack of cigarettes a day since the effing womb).

Kids have no nails & accessories, which is bogus. They get all the adult hats--fedora included--which is...interesting. We need some clips & barrettes & scrunchies etc--real 90s Throwback At Claire's.

Even TS3 gave kids earrings & bracelets & watches etc, so Krafton needs to step their game up, this is unacceptable that kids barely have EFF ALL.

The kids' clothes are also woefully low--no SKIRTS or DRESSES?! Just one set of PJs for outfits, why? They're all basically the same choices for adults & kids, which is kinda cool but kinda lazy? Give kids their own unique sense of style & identity--Asia has the cutest stuff, come on, don't be generic like this. U_U More kawaii, less Baby Gap. 4/10.

But it made me realize that I like the shoes options on the kids waaaaay more than I do on the adults. The adults need better shoes; that was my least favorite part; TS4's demo had much better shoes.

General

Two things I realized I'd overlooked on the adult zois:

EYES & TEETH: we need to be able to recolor the eye sclera, and the teeth. Both are just way too yellow for my liking, which I noticed as soon as I made Blueberry, and the blue made his eyes & teeth look like he had jaundice.

CUSTOM PATTERNS/TEXTURES: This is so frikkin cool! It's basically a lightweight version of TSRW's Pattern Tool (without the recolorability, sadly); allowing you to directly import DIY textures onto clothes. You can change the tiling & X/Y axis position, it's great!

I added the constellations & skeleton on Blueberry's tops. We need more GOTH fashion representation, Krafton! \m / (^0^) \m/

One of my favorite features is the hair that you can cut. Max's hair is gorgeous--you can make it really long, or really short. I went with medium-ish. And I LOVE the highlights options, iirc it had like 4 or 5 parts. Again: ALL hairs need AT LEAST the highlight function, if the length feature can't be universally implemented for whatever reason.

(I'm posting links to this & my first "review" on inZOI's Discord, so hopefully someone over there gets this feedback. I bloody doubt it, but yolo.)

[autistook]

How would the fellowship spend a day at a shopping mall? I've been thinking about this for far to much time, and I want someone else's thoughts.

FELLOWSHIP AT THE MALL

Frodo: Goes to a small tea shop and spends the whole time there, because he can't make up his mind.

Sam: Follows Frodo like a puppy, until he spots a gardening shop and buys like every possible useful tool. Glances at Merry and Pippin's activities and rolls his eyes.

Merry & Pippin: Use the tiny carousel for kids, running to ask Aragorn, Gandalf and Boromir for more coins to put in it because they are high as hell and having the time of their lives. Probably go eat junk food for cravings and most likely Pippin goes to run around a comic book store, while Merry goes to a book store to buy a stack of complex and informative books. Pippin has ice cream and accidentally drops it on the floor of a toy store, because he went there for fun.

Boromir: Mostly just sips coffee and chit chats Aragorn, keeping an eye on Pippin.

Gandalf: Spends his time groaning at high Pippin. Maybe goes to see a 3D-movie and eats popcorn with a large smirk on his face. Also goes to a book store, but avoids Merry at all costs, accidentally ending up in the toddler book section - and he sits down to read Peppa Pig or some shit - and accidentally reads the whole series because "wow how will this continue?"

Aragorn: Coffee with Boromir, keeping his eye on both Pippin and Merry. Keeps Pippin running errands for him in his hyperactive, high state. Boromir lifts an eyebrow at his schemes, to which Aragorn just shrugs his shoulders and sips his cappucino with a smug smirk.

Legolas: Wanders around body shop, smelling all the different shower gels, body creams and what not, trying all the testers and eating some, confusing the people working there. Does this for HOURS. Probably tries all sorts of donuts if there's a cafe that has them, and buys a lot of weird ass clothes for the fellowship because "wow, x would love this." Buys himself a lacy, oversized bra because he is curious. Gives it to Gimli at home.

Gimli: When he is not carrying all of Legolas' shopping bags and rolling his eyes, he can be found listening to Gandalf reading Peppa Pig - and he is so fucking into it.

Bill the Pony: Didn't get inside, even though Merry and Pippin tried to put a trench coat, sunglasses and a fedora on him as a disguise.

Thank you for this ask LMAO

[skyguys-princess]

Way Down We Go

AJ x Private Security/Crime family reader

「 You 」

I sat up on the rooftop of the building next door of the club my brother was currently at. With his friends… If you could call them that. More like work acquaintances, without the work. His little thief friends, Takers. Is what they call themselves, the dorks.

Was I spying on my brother? Sure. But in all fairness, he isn’t always a good judge of character. Hence why I’m here now. Because the knuckle head and his stupid plans are going to be the death of me.

I pull up my laptop, that had been running background checks on my brothers new crew. Alderige, Alexander James. Cute… perhaps my brother doesn’t have bad taste after all-

Ping!

I jolt, picking up my phone hastily. To see a notification from my brother, speak of the devil.

Thorn in my side

Need help.

No hi how r u?

Usually u leave me on read. Anyway hurry up and get ur ass here. We r waiting.

And where would here be exactly? And whose ‘we?’

Christ how dumb do you think I am? Actually don’t answer that.

I snicker at his response, before typing mine.

Fine, I’ll be there. Tell ur boy band I’ll be there soon.

Thx sis x

eww don’t ever call me ‘sis’ again

ok… sis

I leave him on read, maybe he does have a point. Chucking all my equipment back into my duffle bag, slinging it over my shoulder. Making my way to the stairs as I head to the club my brother and the rest of the Takers were at.

「 Narrator 」

Meanwhile…

Aj was lounging on one of the various couches while Gordon and your brother, Alec were discussing the plan for the upcoming heist. Though he appeared to be in a world of his own, Aj was paying more attention than it seemed.

He visibly perked up after hearing your name, he knew Alec had a big family. He’d mentioned it before, from your two other sisters. Him, your parents and obviously your dog named Flash. But he never mentioned you, at least never around Aj. He couldn’t help the curiousness that crept up inside of him, Gordon was usually very picky about allowing outsiders into their plans.

So what was so special about you?

Aj jolts after taking an elbow to the ribs, grimacing at the feeling. “Have you been listening to anything I’ve said for the past hour?” John asks annoyed, though a small smile tugs at the blond mans lips. Not at all surprised by Aj’s brazen behaviour.

Aj picks up his fedora that had fallen to the floor, smoothing his hair back. Before placing it back on his head, “yeah man of course.” His gaze averts to John. His friend’s face held a look of disbelief, busted.

John chuckles at Aj’s obvious distraction. “You might wanna be a little less obvious when your eavesdropping man.” He grins, leaning back against the lounge. Crossing his arms over his muscular chest. The muscle of his biceps straining against the sleeves of his shirt.

Aj lets out a huff, “no clue what you’re on about man.” Trying to dismiss John’s eavesdropping accusation against him.

John raises a brow in amusement, clearly not believing a word that came out of Aj’s mouth. “Yeah, whatever you say.” He smirks, before standing up. Heading over to Gordon and Alec, giving Aj a teasing wink. Who just gave John a playful glare in response, before slumping back in his seat. Crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. Looking like a toddler throwing a tantrum, making John chuckle.

While the Takers were distracted you managed to sneak in through the back entrance. Watching as they all bickered amongst themselves, oblivious to your presence. You decided to remain undetected for now, placing your duffle bag down on the countertop of the bar. Heading behind it to make yourself a drink.

Grabbing a cold martini glass, pouring in a shot of vodka. Filling the rest up with cranberry juice, before topping it off with three maraschino cherries. Hopping up, you sit on top of the bar. Cross legged, siping on your vodka cranberry. While looking through the blueprints of the bank someone had so callously left on the bar countertop.

Hearing the faint sound of heels clicking you turn your head. Lilli approached the bar, jumping slightly as she made eye contact with you. Sitting there sipping on your cocktail, the blueprints laid across your lap. Her jump scared expression making you giggle, she placed a hand over her heart. A smile tugging on her lips. “Hi,” you whisper.

“Hello,” she replies. Her voice soft, as her kind eyes bored into yours. She moved towards the counter, extending your hand for support. She takes it, propping herself up on the counter beside you. “I’m Lilli, and you are?”

You give her hand you were holding a shake. “Y/n, nice to meet you.” You see her eyes avert to the blueprints on your lap. “Wanna see?” She nods enthusiastically, making you chuckle softly in response to her enthusiasm. Picking up the blueprints, holding them out in front of both your faces.

“What are you doing here?” Lilli asks curiously, while scanning the blueprints.

“Alec asked me to come,” you shrug nonchalantly. Pointing at the best points of entry on the blueprints.

“How do you know Alec?” She asks, while you take another sip of your cocktail.

“He’s my brother,” you pick up a maraschino cherry. Popping it into your mouth.

Her eyes widen in obvious surprise, “Alec is your brother?”

“Unfortunately,” you grin playfully. “Speaking of which…” you pause, turning to face the group. That were still engrossed in conversation. “Earth to boy band can we get this show on the road? I have shit to do.” You raise your voice loud enough to grab their attention.

Watching in amusement as their heads snap in your direction, fast enough that they could’ve gotten whiplash. Making you and Lilli laugh, “so oblivious.” She chuckles.

Looking through the group, you see John’s familiar face. “Johnny boy, long time no see.” A soft blush adorns his cheeks in embarrassment.

“Huh?” The blonde man beside him, looks at him bewildered. Which you recognised to be Aj. John just looks back at you and chuckles.

“Y/n, good to see you again.” He waves, as Aj mutters something under his breath. Though your attention is pulled away by a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Lilli with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Can you make me one of those?” She ask hesitantly pointing at the drink in your hand, making a smile tug at your lips.

“Of course,” you slide off the countertop. To behind the bar, hearing someone clear their throat. You look up, meeting the familiar hazel eyes of your brother. “Hey big bro.”

“I didn’t ask you to come over so you could drink.” He quips, with a sly smirk tugging at his lips. Causing you to narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“Well I was bored,” you retort. Ruffling his dark hair, making him let out an annoyed grunt.

Lilli leans a little closer to the both of you. “To be fair, she was sitting here for a while. Not that you guys noticed.” She added in your defence, as you mixed up the vodka cranberry.

“Do you want the cherries?” You ask, raising a brow. She nods in response, “yes ma’am.” You say with a salute. Making her let out a soft giggle.

Alec clicks his fingers in front of your face trying to get your attention, “uh hello? Back on topic please.” Making you roll your eyes at his behaviour.

“You’re so dramatic big bro, relax. Take a breather,” you tease. Hearing a chuckle from behind Alec, then a mop of blond hair peeking through. A big toothy grin on his face, as he steps to the side of Alec. In front of you, holding out his hand. Gently taking yours, bringing it to his soft lips.

Placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Aj.”

A soft chuckle befalling your lips, amused by his irregular behaviour. “Let me guess, you have a thing for the Godfather?” You tease, looking up at his fedora. Alec’s hand immediately shoots to his mouth, muffling his snort. Aj bites his bottom lip gently, giving your hand a soft squeeze. Before you pull it out of his grip, popping the cherries into Lilli’s drink. Sliding it over to her, she whispers a ‘thank you.’

“I do actually, have you watched it?” He leans onto the bar, practically looming over you. The low lighting in the room reflecting off his blond hair. Making him look almost… angelic. Though his playful smirk suggested otherwise.

“No, though if you like that thing you should come to our family reunions. The resemblance is impeccable,” you quip. A wheezy laugh erupting from Alec. Aj seemed undeterred from his friends reaction, leaning even closer. His long lean fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out your face, tucking it behind your ear. With the utmost gentleness, as if you were made of porcelain. His eyes so transfixed on his movements, it was like he was in a trace. So were you, not that you’d admit it. Alec and Lilli observed quietly, aware of the tension. Eyeing the display of affection with curiousness. It was no secret that Aj was a flirt, but this was something that even your brother hadn’t witnessed from him. After a moment you pull back snapping yourself out of your trance like state, withdrawing from his gentle caress. Clearing your throat, “well… Let’s get on with it. We have a lot to do.”

[marunalu]

Wouldnt it be sick if izuku and tomura realize at the same time by seeing each others memories that afo is izukus dad?! Izuku by realizing that the fedora man who took little tomura home is hisashi and tomura by recognizing afo in izukus memories as a toddler before "daddy" left to work "overseas"?! PLEASE!!! 😭

[methvapes]

your art is so good but every post you make is a literal mindfuck what is even happening here

i wrote fanfiction about us

it was a dark and stormy night

being a criminal justice mastermind i dont often bring my skillset into the real world

and yet sitting here, in my private investigators office, 73rd floor atop the highest skyscraper in new york city, i can appreciate the intellectual high ground it takes to make it this far, in a world gone mad. its 1972, and yet my minds still stuck in the past, in the could haves and the what once was

a drag on my marlboro brings me back into the present. a knock on the door. another knock. i exhale a foul smelling line of smoke out my mouth and flick the butt of my dart outta the window. let some other poor schmuck deal with it. ive got enough on my plate

adjusting my melancholic overcoat, and sleazing my way over to the door, i can see the silhouette of a greasy, stout man infront of it. a piercing voice carries through my office and out into the streets of the city. his speech wrests its way through my ears in an attempt to make them bleed, surely, even the street dogs would be whining at the shrill pitch of it. and yet… i know who this is. anonymous.

a scowl makes its way to my face, from my 5 foot 11 stature. distaste registers in my mind. i knew this guy as kids, when he used to bathe in grease and shit every day and then roll around in the streets, looking desperately for a thing he called, "asks". accompanied often with a flattened stone, or a piece of paper, with buttons drawn crudely onto it. we all assumed he was an escapee of the nearby mental institution as children, and i was the only one patient enough to be kind to him, enduring his insane prattling about something or other, or his blatant disregard for the female sex, and juvenile objectification of women

"my MINECRAFT mods wont LOAD CORRECTLY! i sense that SOMEONE HAS MEDDLED WITH my STATE OF THE ART gaming PC and LARD SOAKED CHAIR!"

he seems to be writhing on the floor of my waiting office, and throwing a tantrum similar to that of my 3 year old daughter

"anon, anon, my friend, what could be the issue?" i attempt to quell the insane beast to no avail. often he would lull into some breakdown or another, freakouts that wouldnt pertain to our world

"oh mister investigator sir! you gotta help me!" i can hardly understand him through his blubbering tears. "you gotta help me i saw a very scary monster in my room, and he went under my bed! you gotta help me kill him mister investigator sir! he meddled with my future device! i need my fix of asks!"

what a world we live in. do i help a childhood acquaintance, and attempt to quiet his babyish outburst? my illustrious supermodel big breasted booty cheeked up rich successful atheist businesswoman wife and supergenius 3 year old daughter would surely miss me on my adventure, and yet i find myself hungering for the hunt of the game yet again, even as the hunt is little more than a search for a round object in a ball pit, with the mental limitations of my good friend anonymous. i decide to help him with his journey free of charge. i know hes rather broke after spending all his time at the local casino. i told him he didnt know how blackjack worked after he tried to bluff a win, and got beaten senseless by the guards. tsk. whats a man of my caliber to do?

"ill help you anon, if its the last thing i do."

grabbing my '66 colt diamondback, and my silky fedora, i stride over to the door with purpose. my bumbling sidekick tottering his way over to the exit and falling over immediately upon walking through the doorway. i always did forget he had the object permanence of a toddler. we make our way downstairs

the rain pours out upon that damned, dirt filled city. taxis and cars blazing by my office in hurried races

stepping onto the pavement, anon rushes forwards, step after shortened step. in horror, i watch as he trips on one of his homemade "mobile devices" and falls into the street. a taxicar's yellowed paint feels like a slap in the face as the dark street fills with the blood of my childhood friend. heroically flagging down traffic in the tense night of the city, i race to his side. the man who was like a distant cousin to me. an eccentric nephew, or odd sort of relative, gone in the blink of an eye.

but yet! hope! as anons labored breathing grew more stagnant by the second, i knew i only had moments to spare. jumping 15 feet into a nearby vehicle, i hotwire the wheel in mere seconds, racing my way to the hospital. i knew i could save him… if only… if only i had more time…

a race against the clock, i could feel the ticks of milliseconds pound against my skin like the judgemental gavel of a courts closing. like a stampede of hooves amid a horserace. like a thrumming engine, ready to blow at any given moment. i needed to get to that hospital

minutes later, there i am, pulling into the crowded parking lot. carrying his frail and short four foot two body into the intensive care, i knew there would be lasting damage. a man doesnt play modded minecraft all day and be left with the highest condition of physical ability, after all.

"nurse! ready a room for my friend! immediately!" i shout, as i shed my private investigators coat and reveal a second doctors coat underneath. i also pull out a surgical liscence from my back pocket, where it had been digging into my ass all night which hurt really bad. it also explained why i looked so bulky and puffy under 2 coats. from anonymous comes faint mumbling.

"need more… need more fried mushrooms… radishes…. the jade door… collapsing… oh… the sand… help…" it seems he had been having some kind of nightmarish hallucination, spurred on by him getting run over by a fucking car. i rush to the operating room. the rest of it is but a blur, as i endlessly repair damage thought to be deadly, and attempt to restore function to his marred body.

its 7 hours later, when he is finally placed in a visitation recovery room. maybe his 4 moms could come and visit him, it might help with this apparently insane state he had been put in. mutterings about, squids, of all things. squids? who likes squids? those damned creatures from the sea?

anons odd ramblings only seemed to continue from there, to my eternal dismay. "the truth… im unclear of the truth… 2003… cleopatra.. wife boobs…" i was deeply unsettled by this, and forever in grievance of the loss of one of my friends. as a strong male figure, i emotionally was unsure of what to do from here… a loss… devastating to this world.. one soul less among the masses of our earth… lifes but a walking shadow, a power player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more

[bunbeeplays]

It's time for The Hot Girls Only Fitness Club's weekly meeting, where new member Moses was warmly welcomed.

Ophelia is sure being around parents who have been, or are currently going through, what he's dealing with regarding Shea, will do him some good.

Ophelia hits the treadmill and catches up with her sister-in-law.

Hilary: I would have been fine just going to the courthouse, but I want to do something special for Omari with our kids, and your family, of course.

Penny Pizzazz is just happy to be getting screentime again!

Ophelia checks in on Moses, who's showing Celeste pictures of Shea and chatting about what a handful she is.

Celeste: Ha, trust me, you'll miss the days where they won't leave you alone. Getting my teen to even tell me about his day is like pulling teeth!

Time to check on Hilary again.

Ophelia: You doing okay, Hil?

Hilary: I'm pretending this punching bag is Hector's big stupid head. Planning a wedding in Tartosa is difficult when your ex-husband is the king of the wedding industry there.

Hilary: I finally found a partner that treats me right. Omari deserves a special day, but I spent 20 years helping Hector plan hundreds of weddings, so every step of the wedding planning process makes me think of him and how he betrayed me! It's llamashit!

Poor Hilary.

Time for a pep talk from fitness pro Ophelia.

Ophelia: Get that anger out, girl! Just imagine a stupid fedora on top of that bag and have at it! You're Hilary Pappas, you're strong as hell and nobody is going to ruin your big day with the love of your life, especially not him!

Hilary: You're damn right I'm not!

Ophelia has always admired Hilary's fierce drive. Considering she practically raised Xander, it's crazy how different they are personality wise, but they both definitely never let anything get them down for long.

After some intense workouts, and some even more intense vent sessions, a few of the Hot Girls (including Moses because being a Hot Girl is a state of mind) unwind in the sauna.

Becca: So Ophelia, you ready to finally age up?

Ophelia: I don't really have a choice either way.

Becca: Soooo, any big plans?

Ophelia: Not really, I'm probably just going to do something lowkey at home with the kids.

Becca: Aww, come on, you're a celebrity, you're not even going to have a party?

Ophelia: Parties are so glitchy, they're more trouble than they're worth!

Ophelia: Just being with you guys right now is enough of a celebration. You doing okay, Moses?

Moses: Yeah, I was a bit worried about Shea at first, but Ian hasn't called or texted so they must be doing okay. Thanks for welcoming me, ladies.

Hilary: The more the merrier!

Moses: However, don't think I'm letting you leave without a little birthday gift. I booked you a massage.

Ophelia: Moses, you didn't have to do that!

Moses: Hey, only the best for my kid!

Meanwhile, outside the sauna, Penny is doing push ups in a towel and Summer is taking a yoga class taught by a Servo. Classic Sims moment.

After her sauna session, Ophelia gets ready for her massage from ace king Aurelio Robles. Unfortunately, he's not a very good masseuse.

Ophelia: Woohoock, who knew someone rubbing hot rocks all over your back would hurt!

Aurelio is an Ophelia Lemon stan, so he's very ashamed.

Back home, while Ophelia's working on lunches for the next day, Jaden comes in to have a little snack.

Ophelia: Hey, buddy.

Jaden: Hi, Mom.

While Jaden munches, Ophelia can't help but notice how long his hair has gotten.

Ophelia: Look at that hair. You're due for a trim, kid.

Oh. Jaden always had short hair as a toddler, and he aged up with a short haircut too. He kind of likes how he looks with his hair longer, but if Mom says he needs a haircut…

Too bad Ophelia was focused on cooking, otherwise she would have seen her son's sad little face.

Jaden tries not to let it bother him as he enjoys some water fun with Gemma and Lulu (and the cats apparently) in the backyard. It also helps him not to think about the braces he's getting tomorrow.

[namelysane]

When Lloyd and hellspawn go out do they have to put on disguises? Do they also put on like contacts or something? Does hellspawn love dressing up or does she hate it?

Initially, Lloyd never really saw any need for that because he never once took her out with him after she was made...spawned?

Keep in mind this was after the Final Battle — a.k.a back when Lloyd had to show up to ceremonies all over Ninjago and was busy as heck. On the days when he was on break, he always spent them at Garmadon's monastery and never left because he was desperate for some peace and quiet while trying to take care of her. The furthest he even went with her was just outside the monastery.

And yeah, maybe also because the thought of wearing a disguise didn't cross his mind at the time. Sigh.

(Garmadon, teach your son how to shapeshift. i'm begging you.)

At Zane's funeral, they just passed her off as a distant cousin of Jay's from Edna's side of the family. And then the team split, leaving Lloyd to spend nearly all his time at the monastery during the first few weeks contemplating things to the point he really needed a distraction.

So the only one he was left with was Nya, who was basically like: Put on a hoodie and take her out to the park. The weather's good.

Lloyd: But you guys told kid me i looked terrible with my hood up.

Nya crosses her arms: That was Kai.

Lloyd, sniffs, looking away: Whatever. Still hurts a year later.

Nya, lets out a sigh: Lloyd—

Lloyd: Not happening. It'll make me look like a kidnapper.

Nya looks at him warily: What kind of movies have you been watching, again?

Lloyd pretends he didn't hear her: Or maybe I could grow a moustache.

Nya stares at him: I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that.

Lloyd: But I'll look good—

Nya: I'm disowning you.

Lloyd: I was joking!

Nya: Just wear a hat. I'll even buy you one.

And so, Lloyd went with a fedora and green contacts to cover his red eyes & started taking her out more often — with Nya occasionally tagging along. It's mostly just walks in a stroller in which he just pretends to be his kid's older brother who's supposed to be watching her. Overall, it's fun. One day there were old ladies who came up to them commenting on how adorable the baby was, causing Lloyd to be like: there's no way i made this.

And fortunately, she was asleep at that moment, so her eyes didn't give Lloyd away.

When Nya isn't there with him—and it's also one of those days he blames himself for Zane's death, Lloyd finds himself spilling everything to hellspawn and then feeling really bad about it later. His only comfort is that he knows she won't remember this—he really hopes she doesn't.

After s4 and pre s5, Lloyd started getting sick of having to pretend to be his own kid's brother instead of her father so he decided to dress more maturely to look older, even putting on a fake moustache & goatee to complete the look and took her to other places to not be recognized. Kai could no longer see his baby brother anymore & was sad for a week.

But after s5...well that was where the real challenge began.

After the press found out the Green Ninja actually had a child, Lloyd was hysterical. They'd been so careful, so careful and now it was all gone. Great. She's gonna go through the same thing he does now all because she's stuck with him for a dad.

She's only two. Lloyd can't make her wear contacts every time they're out and Zane says that isn't advisable either. And considering he can't keep her isolated on the bounty for the rest of her life, he decided to get some wigs, hats and literally anything else to make her as unrecognizable as possible.

And she hates it.

Well the good thing is, her eyes look more brown from afar instead of red, so there's no need to worry about that. She really despises wigs though. Lloyd eventually decided to just dress her in toddler hoodies — which he made — or cover her face with a blanket after finding that out the hard way.

And before s8 and some time after Lloyd's eye color changed completely, she started taking an interest in green colored contacts just to match him because his eyes weren't red anymore.

[rebeccaplaysthesims]

Infant CC Finds - March 26 2023

Some of my favourite CC for infants! Now that the infant update is here, it’s time to make our infants extra fashionable, even without the Growing Together EP! Please consider reblogging this list if you found it helpful!

Pictured CC: Tuti Fruity Outfit by Plumbaleena, 2D Lashes by Nessassims

Clothes Little One-sies Bodysuit Recolour Tuti Fruity Collection Bon Bon Collection Funfetti Onesie Recolour Collared Jumper Teddy Bear Set Plaid Cardi Heathered Tshirt Autumnal Knit Jumper Autumnal Knit Cardi Mama’s Little Man Set Duck Swim Shorts Floral Leggings Spring Colour Dungarees Camo Joggers Dinosaur Set Llama Jumper Floral  Pocket Hoodie Floral Joggers Ripped Jeggings Polka Dot Dungarees Spring Colour Block Hoodie Animal Dungarees Morgan Outfit Unisex Overalls Set Dinosaur Set Monsters Inc & Bluey Theme Set Overalls Lace Socks Floral Infant Set Little Ones Set Sweet Onesie Recolours Froggie Onesie Socks Recolours Lily Knitted Onesie Infant Outfit Set (two) (three) Black Girl Magic Hoodie Dino PJs Cheez Romper & Socks Set Hello Kitty Onesie Little Panda Onesies Paint Splatter Pants Twitch Onesie Vans Onesie Tie Dye Onesie Logan Onesie Hoodie Frognsies Unquilted Onesie Cold Body Outfit Recolor For Infants

Shoes Rain Boots Buckle Shoe Conversion Jelly Shoes Plushy Bunny Shoes Teddy Shoes Conversion Rosie Shoes

Hats Beenie Bluey & Bingo Hats Base Game Fedora Conversion Bonnet Bow Tie Headband

Hair Snowy Escape Hair Conversion (two) (three) Cottage Living Hair Conversion My Wedding Stories Hair Conversion Toddler Stuff Hair Conversion June & Linn Hair Caroline Hair Little Hair Strands Jaila & Bea Hair Hailey Hair Lion Sweater & Pants I’m A Wolfy Sweater & Hat Set Boo Hair EA Hair Conversion

Other Adore You Pose Pack

Decor & Furniture Floral Default Boppy Replacement Default Infant Rug Replacement Freja Crib Cribs Playing Mat With Stars Blanket With Stars Old Fashioned Crib

Accessories & Features Pearl Earrings Bear Pacifier Sunscreen Eyelashes Umbilical Cord Clamp Heart Surgery Scar Yuri Blush Skin Dexcom Device Bob Ultimate Diaper Bag *Functional* EKG Leads Pacifier Feeding Tube

[lazycowboy666]

welcome to lazy re-interprets pre-canon khr pt1/?

- reborn and shamal knew each other pre-canon, in my mind pre-curse!reborn. shamal worked at hayato and bianchi’s family’s house as their live-in doctor. so reborn visits the house on and off to conduct business with shamal or just annoy him and inevitably runs into the two weird kids.

- hayato and bia think he’s the coolest dude ever. tall, black suit, carrying around a fucking lizard, an air of mystery plus a weird anime shadow over his eyes from his fedora. tells them stories about his “adventures” every once in a while, lets them play with his pet lizard(s). he impresses the “everybody cool is also a hitman” on the two kids at an early age, despite the two of them being boss candidates and hitmen being seen as several steps below their status. hayato already had this mindset from latching onto shamal but this was bia’s a-ha moment.

- so while hayato seeks out shamal after he leaves the house bc he’s already imprinted on him as “dad” figure, bia wants nothing to do with that intoxicated, sexist idiot and seeks out this “reborn” dude from her childhood after her own successful runaway from their shit, negligent family. and insanely enough, she does.

- this is where i re-interpret the timeline a little, because it’s already fuzzy in-canon, that she runs into him still pre-curse, pre-dino and declares that he’s going to be her “tutor” on how to become a hitman, bc yes, you are now HER “dad” figure, reborn, and there’s nothing you can do to stop this. (she sits on his stoop à la russel from up—except more menacing—until he finally lets her in.)

- cue léon and mathilda lando apartment scenario with a lizard enclosure rather than a potted plant and less creepy one-sided flirting (though bia is very touch-starved and the occasional, proud head pats reborn gives her are extremely novel to her; she does hold his hand too when she’s scared, similar to how she’d do with her bio dad growing up). basically give me reborn teaching bia how to shoot (fuck canon, this kid can shoot fine), how to conduct surveillance, how to master disguises, how to approach targets unnoticed, etc. the two of them bond especially over their love of insects and bia’s actually the one who shows reborn the weird canon bug-speak thing from daily arc bc y’know, why not. magic mafia.

- flash forward a year or two of this, and suddenly, reborn’s gone, off answering a job offer to end all job offers (you know where this is going). he comes back after a few weeks of radio silence as a fucking toddler and bia, being bia, is just glad he’s still alive. figuring out clothes for him is interesting and now reborn’s teaching her how to sew kid’s clothes to help him out.

- they keep working hits but obviously it’s weird as shit that the guy you’re hiring is now a deformed child, so the jobs start dwindling. bia goes off, gets a bf who treats her like shit and eventually kills him for it (he deserves it), and now people don’t want to hire her bc they think she’ll turn on them. it’s not looking good. until news comes in that the cavallone family’s boss is dying and his one heir is a fucking mess and the power balance is about to shift dramatically and potentially lead to all-out war because the family is nearly in financial ruin and owes a lot of money to a lot of different families and yada yada.

- cue bia being like “hey you know who was raised to be a boss? me. and who raised me to defend myself and kick ass? you.” and knowing “uncle cavallone” aka the 9th cav boss personally from when she was a kid, she drags reborn to their estate to propose her idea and it’s just the usual canon deadly comedic shitshow from there on. there’s a VERY good reason why dino’s fucking afraid of bianchi and it’s not the reason you’d think.

i’ll post more later, because this series is a spore in my brain that’s been lodged there for over a decade now, my personal interests being gokudera and bianchi’s background in particular. i welcome all comments and reblogs!

[msfbgraves]

((or why Mama sometimes goes to visit him at the Stallion?)) I always think of The Stallion as “Terry’s domain” and some place “proper”, married omegas like Daniel rarely venture to, since it comes off fairly sleezy, lol. So that was a nice little nugget of information, that cute house-omega Daniel pops on over there every now and then because he wants to cuddle—and maybe more!—his Alpha. What, do they rent a room or something, haha? Or does Daniel just snuggle Terry while he discusses “business” or some such and enjoys a nice cuppa! I mean, if Terry can pop on over to their house in the middle of the day for some lovin’, why can’t Danny boy? Heh.

It's Terry's HQ, of course he comes there, looking dapper and sexy and very cool in his little fedora, signalling a million things to people coming in there; that Terry's doing well for himself, that he has Italian backup, that he can't be bribed with sex because top this - but Terry is simply so happy to see him, especially on harder days. Daniel wants to infuse it with love, when so much ugliness is discussed there. Also, he is great at reading the room and can be like: "You need to pay a little attention to Susan", and simply straddling him there is hot. The pups aren't there much, is the thing, though he will take a toddler and ply them with toys and candy and mobsters who love giving them piggyback rides while they tend to other, um,business, and sometimes he even drops a puppy in Terry's lap because that is a power move he learnt from his Pop, it simply hits different when you're negotiating an opium deal with a toddler on your lap. It's disorienting and Terry can use that like a pro.

[firespirited]

Today's been a strange mix of up and downs.

Mostly I'm struggling with the fact that this neck nerve pain comes with emotional symptoms: it's hard to describe other than "weepy without being able to weep?" Feeling trapped but without panic just a sort of dull dread. It's odd, I'm miserable but I'm not and I'm very aware that it's coming from my upper back but it's also clearly sadness along with physical pains both sharp and blunt and the sensation that something is digging into my shoulder like a too heavy bookbag. I know what it is now but it's still a drag to keep pulling your thoughts away from the, idk, synthetic sadness. Kind of like when you get panicky from bad breathing and have to separate the two.

The main road bin had another tourist trash dump, I'm assuming normal people don't throw out brand new still wrapped stuff. I scored a straw fedora, some hair oils, two exquisite toddler dresses that'll make great doll clothes and 5 yankee candle melts with increasingly abstract scents: olive and thyme is self-explanatory but 'my serenity' is anyone's guess. M sniffed the white camelia room/ambience perfume and said "I'm waltzing off with this, that OK?" uh duh, mi casa es su casa, literally.

Apple White's first inner glue treatment didn’t budge much at all so I popped her in water with cif for two minutes and really regretted not putting her in a bowl not a cup as her hair was absolutely full of glue chunks... And the microwave had a big puddle of cif water.

I'm going to heat the other heads that don't have the easy-to-treat near-liquid glue. Maybe I'll remember to heat a few of mine who's glue treatment wasn't complete (Gigi and Viperine for example oh and there's a 13w Lagoona and a sig Twyla) too!

It's been raining. This is very unusual for the season. Often by now, the plants except local plants are dry and crumble to dust by mid July. There are long grasses everywhere. We are technically in a drought. But it's been drizzling. Wet heat is not something I've ever really known before.

Thinking of actually buying a fashionistas (! Yeah I'm surprised too) - the first since Sev aka #147 (big nose barbie) who was an exception to the no 'pixelated' paint rule - the #206 Shani face with no dots and saran hair, it's a lovely screening:

Ok off to get pain meds, food and hopefully some sleep.

PS : discovered that Talia likes to roll in bad smelling puddles. I had to bathe her yesterday, today I caught her in time and washed her head with my water bottle right there. Dogs are as disgusting as they are wonderful.

[flirting-with-psychology]

Created by joybucket

You’re wearing a blue sweater. You’ve had a conversation with a toddler within the last 24 hours. You’ve worn something animal print within the last 24 hours. You’ve never questioned your gender. You have over 500 followers on Instagram. Your college years were the best years of your life. You’ve seen many different doctors. (because insurance keeps changing) You’re cuddled up under a blanket right now. You can think of at least one song you like by Lauren Daigle. You still own music CDs. 💿 You wake up to an alarm every morning. ⏰ You spend a lot of time on your computer. 💻 You love bright colors! 🌈 You enjoy designing graphics on Canva. You’ve worn a scarf within the last 24 hours. 🧣 You’ve seen a zebra in the wild. 🦓 You can think of at least one bad habit that you’d like to break. You can think of at least one time in your life in which you were mad at God. You’ve felt like you were all alone in a world full of people out to destroy you. You’ve always loved rainbows. 🌈 You learned to type using a computer program. You’ve seen a real life gecko walking down the street. You’ve tried to draw a picture of a disco ball. 🪩 You’re thankful that your childhood is over. You wish you had been born in a different era. The shirt you’re wearing has embroidery on it. You’ve been dealing with some very significant health issues lately. You never know what to see when people ask how you are doing. You’ve refrained from going to the emergency room at a time when you probably should have gone. You once started filming videos for YouTube but didn’t stick with it. The last selfie you took was a mirror selfie. 🤳 You have at least two mirrors on the wall in your bathroom. 🪞 You can see a fuzzy pillow from where you’re sitting right now. You own a lava lamp, but you forget you have it and never use it. You find the idea of karma to be so offensive, because life isn’t fair. You own at least one board game involving a pair of dice. 🎲 You can’t even remember when the last time was you played a board game. You cheated at Heads Up 7 Up in elementary school. You wear your hair up in a bun every day. Your best friend is at least thirty years older than you. You own a fedora. You’ve met someone named Yvonne.  You look more like one of your grandparents than you do one of your parents. You think you look better in brown than you do in black. You own a pair of red pants. You’ve sat on a bench within the last 24 hours. You regularly read the newspaper. 📰 You haven’t checked your email in ages. You’ve taken a quilting class. Your imagination just might be your strongest asset. You wish you had been born with a different skin color. You wish you had been born with a different hair color. You wish you had been born with a different eye color. You like the name Skylar better than Tyler. You own a coral sweater. You recently got a new household appliance. You own a shirt with an awareness ribbon on it. 🎗️ You’ve considered becoming a professional vlogger. You have a blog. You’ve purchased a meal from a fast food restaurant within the past week. 🍔 You’ve haven’t gone on vacation in at least 10 years. You own a Christmas-themed mug. ☕️🎄 You own a Halloween-themed mug. ☕️ 🎃 You’ve written a love letter and sent it. 💌 You’ve dressed up as an alien for Halloween. 👽 You often have multiple tabs open on your computer. You still own a VCR. You still own VHS tapes. You owned a Britney Spears CD when you were younger. 💿 You have a birthmark. You’ve been told you have an accent.  You’ve eaten a candy bar within the last week. 🍫 You enjoyed this survey.