#tumblr please don’t crunch the quality this time

[classycorvid]

i have an unhealthy obsession with this absolute cringefail loser monster guy.

why is he like that he’s trying so hard to be scary and completely failing.

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[kitwasheree]

Happy Birthday, Iris !

12/31.

happy 900 and... wait, how old is he again?

(please click on the image to see the details tumblr always crunches all my art into oblivion)

vvv bonus doodles + personal story under cut

malva belongs to @1dont-really-know , thank you princess of briar valley for quality wine

NRC School Newspaper

A Birthday Interview with Iris

Yuu : Hello! Happy birthday to you.

Iris : Well, thank you… I haven't celebrated my birthday in a very long time before coming to Night Raven College, but I suppose it’s nice to hear a greeting.

Iris : I don’t really see the point in making a big celebration over another year of your life passing, but maybe to humans there is much to cherish.

Iris : …Whatever the case, I’ve dawdled enough. Let’s get on with the interview.

Yuu : What are your thoughts on the party?

Iris : It’s not bad, but I think I’d prefer something smaller. I don’t really think that my birthday is worth a lot of fuss, after all, it’s just one year in many years of my life.

Iris : ….Still. It is nice to see Axel and the rest of the dorm having fun. Makes me a little envious, even… But nevermind that.

Iris : I’m grateful for the sheer amount of presents. Really, what am I going to do with all of this…? 

Iris : I’ve even received multiple gifts from the same individuals. Trying to get into my good graces? …Cunning, the lot of you kids nowadays. I suppose this still is Octavinelle, though.

Yuu : What sort of presents do you like to receive?

Iris : Anything will do, really, as long as it isn’t unpleasant. Although, I personally enjoy small food and drink. For example, Ashengrotto gifted me a bottle of cranberry juice. It seems to be rather good quality, too.

Iris : ….I have a feeling his gift has another meaning, though.

Yuu : Another meaning?

Iris : Perhaps it’s his way of gifting me something similar to wine, without actually getting wine. Clever boy. He knows I’m particular about wine, so he chose to play it safe.

Iris : Over the years, the quality of wine has drastically decreased. I’m rather disappointed, I thought humans were supposed to be ‘advanced’? And yet it seems most wine that is sold now is subpar at best.

Iris : At least there are still some businesses that are family-run and are still able to make good-tasting wine from hundreds of years ago.

Yuu : I see. You seem to know a lot about wine…. How old exactly are you?

Iris : I wouldn’t be able to answer that, even if I wanted to. It’s nothing for you to think about, though. I simply know a lot about wine, because it is my favourite.

Yuu : Alright, then. Do you have any hobbies?

Iris : Hobbies… I suppose I used to play the violin, but then I left it to collect dust for quite a while. I only recently picked it up again, because of that Vanrouge.

Iris : He’s been inviting me to join the Pop Music Club for quite some time, but he must be positively mad. Senile, even. He says we could do a duet, but that’s nonsense, I play the violin and what does that man play? The electric bass.

Iris : Perhaps there isn’t a single sane person in this school, his clubmates dabble in entirely different forms of music, too. But maybe…. Just maybe, I’ll consider it. I make no promises, though.

Yuu : I’ll look forward to seeing you perform if you decide to join, then.

Iris : Thank you. I’ll think about it more, the old violin needs a good dusting off. For now, let’s just enjoy the party.

Yuu : Thank you for sharing all of this with us. Once again, happy birthday!

[aiizaphs-art]

Hey y’all, welcome to my art blog! My main is @aiizaph. I post pretty infrequently, so don’t expect much here lol. I post mostly about my special interests which right now include Rayman and Skylanders.

If you wanna see a place where I upload art more frequently, go check out my toyhou.se account!

Also, my ask box is always open! Feel free to drop a comment or suggestion in there!

Also, please click on my art for better quality. Tumblr loves crunching my art every time for some reason.

[wyuhing]

hi i'm wong yuhing

but u can just call me yu (please please PLEASE)

this post will double as my accepted portfolio btw but uh hi

i'm an animation student at seneca college (1st year as of posting) and i decided to make this to log my progress because um, yes.

im like really bad at communicating (like. awful) so i hope you don’t mind (your honor, i plead anxiety)

anyway. portfolio. here u are (almost everything is hand-drawn)

hand drawings

you have no idea how long it took to learn the anatomical parts of the hand. i learned how knuckles were formed

they will teach you this in 1st semester life drawing. the construction of bones in the body, that is. you will finally learn where the metacarpals and are how to get carpal tunnel

i kind of don’t know what else to say

interior drawings

okay i actually do know what to say and it’s that perspective is king. obviously yes it needs to be yknow. a bedroom. with stuff in it. but what they’re looking for is not detail, it’s perspective. if you have a lot of stuff but your perspective is all wrong, that’s not it

like are these lines all going to a vanishing point? are all these objects and furniture sized to scale? that’s what they are looking for, and you will learn Interior Layout Made Easy(TM) in 1st sem. exterior and nature scenes is a 2nd sem thing (and also what i am working on as of posting lol).

it took so many tries to make this bedroom look nice… and they aren’t even from opposite corners lmAO

object drawings

also a structural thing, which you actually learn in layout in 1st sem. actually you can boil down every single object in existence to a series of either a rectangular prism or a cylinder and i am not joking

is this object structurally sound? does the object have form, does it adhere to the vanishing points (that are realistically super far apart)? stuff like that

draw any one object per day i promise you it’s an amazing structural exercise. im SO serious.

figure drawings

idk if you should be asking me about figure drawings i barely got out of 1st sem with my life and a 60 but yeah i don’t think they care what kind of figures they are (like 1m gestures, or 20m poses). the ones i drew were both 15m but uh.

for gestures as you may know. they want the gesture. course it had to be relatively proportionate but they want the life in life drawing. movement, form! good line quality! which you will all learn in 1st sem and actually form is a big thing in 2nd sem too.

also by the end you will be able to know every single bone in the body, you will know where the greater tricantor is and how to draw a pelvis.

but please don’t ask me about life drawing i barely survived that class

personal art

wow i hit the photo limit hooray! anyway, i did yet another interior design. why? im gonna be fr w u i just really like drawing backgrounds LOL- of course it’s messed up in all the wrong places but you will know how to fix this in 1st sem. they teach you all the fundies in 1st sem

my other was character design and tbh i cooked up smth random and let it sit. it’s also my only digital piece. really wish i added color but i was on a time crunch at the time.

o by the way you will also learn how to color and render in 2nd sem, i have a 73 in that class idk how i’m still alive.

so yeah that’s my accepted portfolio yayyyy!!!

your honor i plead neurodivergency i don’t know how to end a tumblr post

[16ruedelaverrerie]

I have a question. How do you come up with ideas for dishes for Les Mignardises? Especially Gavin's ones? I can't get that fish from last chapter out of my head! I enjoy this fic a lot, you are a great writer.

What an actual goddamn DREAM of a question, I’m so happy to discuss this that I wonder if I hypnotized myself and sent in an anon ask just so that I could go on about it. But NO! I am very sad but I am not quite that sad in quite that way. And I am sorry for insinuating that you are a figment of my imagination, anon! That’s how much I appreciate this ask, thank you so much! HERE IS A REALLY LONG ANSWER THAT TUMBLR HAS KINDLY PLACED BEHIND A DASHBOARD CUT.

The salmon and steak tartare from the pop-up flashback has to pull a significant amount of weight since it’s what undergirds Nines’s relationship with Gavin -- the curiosity (what made me chase you) and the tenderness (what made me stay) both -- so it was very much a thing I had to think about a lot. In terms of the triaxial way that I like to conceptualize fics, it’s a dish that has to not only imbue the story with flavor, but address its core. Which means that the foremost consideration I have to keep in mind is:

This dish needs to echo its role in the narrative.

Here, the dish is what alerts Nines to the possibility that the things which most seem out of place may be able to contribute great value and beauty nonetheless; so this has to be a dish that chafes, in what it is and does. It has to sit uneasily with the occasion, the genteel safety of a pop-up showcase for chefs who don’t yet have the status or clout to be public contrarians.

Something that a lot of people still find distasteful is being confronted with where animal protein comes from. Because reminders of this often hinge around the use of odds-and-ends parts -- head, foot, organs -- at this stage, I’m pretty sure that the dish needs to include some part of some animal that a lot of (American, at least) diners would find to be aggressively visceral. Head, I decide, because the drama of it delights me.

This dish includes an animal head.

A pig’s head, maybe? A sheep’s head? At the same time, the dish is also Gavin’s general middle finger to the way that things are done, and an expression of how he sits uneasily within the tradition of fine dining. I want the dish to be angry at certain conventions within restaurant culture that Gavin might disagree with.

In its most conservative incarnations, “surf and turf” is a disgusting bourgeois display of food as symbol of wealth, as opposed to its myriad other potential purposes such as nourishment, community cohesion, artistic innovation, or cultural expression. You take two grossly overrated and overpriced cuts -- filet mignon and lobster tail -- and you plop them down on a plate next to each other because WHY? They don’t do anything FOR each other! It’s just a PLATTER OF TRASH FOR BANKERS TO IMPRESS EACH OTHER WITH. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

Anyway, I figure that this kind of surf and turf might infuriate a chef whose M.O. is to make the most out of the least, to leave nothing behind. Also that was a little unfair to lobster tail, which is a fine piece of protein, if overhyped at the expense of the rest of the lobster. But filet mignon as steak can go fuck itself.

This dish is a fuck-you to classic surf and turf.

Now I need to decide on an animal head that might belong in a hot take on surf and turf! Another factor at play in the pop-up flashback is that it’s being hosted by a Japanese chef at a Japanese restaurant, where Gavin has been working and learning for a while now. Is that because a huge part of what I know and enjoy about food is East Asian? YES! LET ME LIVE!

The benefit of going with salmon head for the surf portion of the dish -- as opposed to using a head for the turf -- is that salmon head is easier and cheaper to source (even though ones as huge as described in the story can only really come from some kinds of salmon). It’s also an ingredient that Zabuton is likely to use on a regular basis, since it’s an established part of Japanese cuisine, giving Gavin familiarity with it and a starting point for building his dish. Also also, it’s really fatty, and since Gavin in this story is the kind of chef who gravitates towards blisteringly high heat, I like the thought of what burning the shit out of that head would do.

This dish includes salmon head.

What do I do about the turf? If the surf element and the turf element of the dish are to interact with each other in mutually beneficial ways, the turf can’t be too assertive; it shouldn’t overpower the salmon. Like, grilled flank steak? Great, yes, please, but maybe not the right choice for this.

Fortunately, steak tartare simultaneously tastes subtle enough and looks brutal enough to be a good counterpoint. In a lot of ways, it’s a productive mirror image of the salmon; it’s raw whereas the salmon is charred, it’s lean whereas the salmon is fatty. Nice!

This dish includes steak tartare.

I also do know -- again, from East Asian cooking -- that raw beef works well with salmon roe. Ikura echoes the salmon head that’s in the dish already, so in it goes. Some egg yolk to bind the tartare might not go amiss, especially since I want it to be a scoop-and-eat party-platter dish.

There’s brininess in the ikura and salt throughout, but because it’s essentially an ANIMAL PROTEIN BOMB dish, it needs something sharp to cut all the richness. In addition, everything so far has also been pretty soft; let’s add some elements of acidity and textural interest. Tartare loves a little mustard! Toss in the crackle of a puffed grain (why not millet, rice feels too fragile), the fiber of the chives, and the crunch of rakkyo (doing double duty with its vinegar).

This dish includes ikura, egg yolk, pickled mustard seed, puffed millet, chives, and rakkyo.

For a while I thought that the scoop on the side would be shrimp senbei, because that’s what “chips, but Zabuton” made me think. But I didn’t really love how delicate the senbei would be in this particular dish. It felt like the tartare and salmon would turn the senbei into, like, a thick paste in your mouth?? I was looking for something thinner, a lateral move from a potato chip-- so I tried to think of other ingredients on the root-tuber-rhizome continuum. What can be sliced thin and baked brittle?

I liked lotus root as a choice because it has the right snap, it’s light -- visually as well, with all its perforations! -- and it has more of a pronounced earthy flavor than potatoes, which seemed like a fun way to mix in some plant quality to offset all the animal. Lotus root it is!

This dish includes lotus root chips.

THE END, STEAK TARTARE ON A BED OF CHARGRILLED SALMON HEAD, GARNISHED WITH EGGS TWO WAYS, SERVED WITH LOTUS ROOT CHIPS ON THE SIDE

lmao WHAT A SELF-INDULGENT POST THIS IS, thank you anon for allowing me to talk shop, you are too sweet and I hope you regret what you have done. Additional thanks to tumblr for read-more cuts. Anon I love you! I can’t believe I’ve rambled on at this length about THE PROCESS OF COMING UP WITH A FAKE DISH FOR A FIC but also, I mean, I can believe it, in the sense that it is something I would jump at the chance to do. Thanks for giving me the chance to do it anon! May the wind be ever at your back and the sun shine upon your path!

[littleteatimestories]

John Wick x Reader: Start of Something New (FINAL)

A/N: This is it, guyths! This is the final chapter for this John Wick reader-insert. 🥰 Thank you so much for the love and support for this one! I really hope that the 4th installment of the John Wick franchise would be much much better than the third (and more intriguing story, please). Anyway, a second series was already in the works for this reader-insert so expect for that to be published soon.

Enjoy the finale! 😊

(GIF by Tumblr user chadstahelski)

⇇ CHAPTER 1

⟸ CHAPTER 5

“Hey, you awake now?”

You opened your eyes. Helen was smiling at you, continuous beeping coming from the hospital monitors. You stirred your head from different directions as if you were searching for someone.

“He’s not here.”

You turned your attention back to her. She pressed on, “He’s at home right now. He said he’ll be back.”

You licked your lips and cleared your throat. “I’m not really looking for him...”

Helen laughed weakly and drawled out, “Right.”

You just gave a small beam. She spoke again, “I have a favor to ask.”

The upward curve of your lips faded slowly, feeling the sadness starting to envelop you. You didn’t want to utter out anything because you didn’t want for her to continue, but she did, anyway.

“Let’s face the fact that this illness of mine is eating me away already.”

“Stop...” your voice was beginning to quiver.

“(Y/n), there’s only one thing I want you to do for me.”

You pursed your lips to contain your weeping. You knew Helen’s life was inevitable. No matter how much you were in denial, she will eventually disappear forever. You can only honor her wishes, whatever it may be.

“Please love John.”

You gaped at her, tears streamed your cheeks to your jaw. “Helen, I can’t-“

“Please, (Y/n). He needs it. Once I’m gone, he’ll be all alone. I actually have a little companion for him, but I think your love will get him through and give him hope.”

You shook your head. “This is impossible. You know I don’t like him.”

“(Y/n), no matter who he is and what’s his past, give him your heart fully. If you get to know him better, you’ll see how lonely he was. He needs you. I want the two of you to be happy.”

-

Your eyes flickered to open. You heard the hotel telephone ringing loudly in the room. You rose half of your body groggily and examined the room. It was purely a mess. You remembered at once what had happened here.

The phone kept ringing and your head was starting to pound with the repetitive noise. You wobbly stood and marched to it.

“Hello?” your voice sounded sleepy.

“Miss (L/n), I am to inform you that your new room is ready. Do you need assistance in carrying your things?” the concierge informed.

You scanned the room with your eyes again. You were beyond prepared. You didn’t even know how you even slept so relaxingly. Maybe the tiredness beat you to it.

You told him, “I’ll let you know if I’m about to leave.”

“Noted, Miss (L/n).”

You put the phone down and huffed forcefully. You tried to remember what happened with John last night. You talked to him about something, but you couldn’t recall what it was. For some odd reasons, you just fell asleep.

You shook your head. The events after the assassination attempt thing became vague. You just fixed yourself up. Upon doing so, you noticed some purple marks on your neck. It didn’t hurt much, but it made you hiss in pain. You made sure to wear a scarf to cover it up.

When everything was set and packed, you phoned the concierge that you’ll be going down to retrieve the room key.

As you made your exit, you heard another set of glass shattering. It was coming from the room just across, situated at the end of the hallway. You dare didn’t move until the door was unlocked that you budge back quickly inside of your same room. You were hoping that you weren’t caught.

Perkins eyed the door to John Wick’s room. She knew that you’re still in there. She can use you as bait to lure him. She hid the silencer behind her and approached the door slowly. She held the knob and pressed her ear on the door. You, on the other hand, tried to calm yourself. You made sure not to position in front of the hinged entrance as you know it can never deflect bullets. You pressed yourself against the wall near it, trying not to panic or hyperventilate out of too much uneasiness.

The female assassin turned the knob, but wasn’t able to open it freely for another assassin came and interrupted.

“Perkins, what’re you doing?” Jacob inquired.

She faced the man at once. “Oh, Jacob, I should be asking that question,” she stated blandly.

He hummed suspiciously. “Right. Did you look yourself on the mirror? You’re bleeding all over your beautiful face. If you’re going to the doctor, their floor is somewhere else.”

She blinked. “Of course! You’re right! I am going to the doctor. Isn’t this the right floor?”

“Your head must have hit something hard. Come along then, I’ll take you to the concierge and accompany you to the right place.”

Perkins internally groaned. But, she gave a tight smile. “Thank you, Jacob. You’re always a gentleman.” She hid the gun behind her without arousing suspicion and followed him to the elevator, much to her dismay.

Once you felt that everything was clear, you slightly unbarred the door and peeked through. It seemed safe now, but you also have a feeling that not-so-good things happened in that room. So, with your little curious mind, you checked it out.

The entry was closed. You gently turned the handle and, surprisingly, it was unlocked. You entered with caution. The room had the same design as yours, but smaller in size. There was only one bed and you loudly gasped in horror upon witnessing what it was on it.

A fresh dead body...

As instinct, you ran out and into your room. You called the reception desk and reported the incident, stuttering while doing so. Afterwards, you sprinted towards the bathroom and puked.

‘There goes my last meal...’ you joked in your thoughts.

***

Men in black suits came. You even saw the concierge entering the room. You were standing at your doorway, wrapping your arms around your shaking body. It was not usual to see dead bodies so witnessing one made your stomach lurch into vomit mode.

An old middle aged man came closer to you.

“You must be (Y/n) (L/n),” he said. His voice was deep and formal as if he was addressing a royalty.

“Y-Yes,” you confirmed nervously.

“Jonathan told me things about you,” he continued.

“Like what?” You were now cautious.

“That you are his personal assistant.”

You ghosted an exhale of relief as your shoulders relaxed. “That I am.”

He nodded his head slowly. “I see. However, I didn’t believe him.”

You raised a brow. “Why’s that?”

He smiled amusingly. “Oh, my dear, I know Jonathan very well. He prefers to work alone. He may have taken a prodigy, but never an assistant. Did he ever tell you what even an ‘assistant’ means in this world?”

“I never consider to ask him. I just thought it had something to do with the typical secretarial work.”

He puffed a breath. “Oh, that Jonathan... It really is personal,” he murmured.

You narrowed your brows in confusion. He continued, “An ‘assistant’ in the criminal underworld means a cleaner. It means you dispose of bodies like as if no killings happened at all. You are called an ‘assistant’ because you work solely for your employer only. No one is allowed to use your services unless your employer permits you to.”

Your eyes widened and mouth agape.

Yeah, it would make sense why this old man didn’t believe John telling him that you were his ‘assistant’. You already looked fragile; someone who couldn’t get used to seeing dead bodies.

“Okay,” was all you could say.

The two of you stared at each other, neither really giving off any intimidation. The old man spoke first,

“Winston.” He held his aged hand out for a shake. “I am the manager of this hotel.”

You gently held your hand on his. “It’s nice meeting you.”

“I want to thank you for reporting the incident.” He released his hand. “Do you know who did this?”

“I think it’s that woman whom John was acquainted. She just barged in our room and tried to kill John and even me.” You removed your scarf to reveal the faint purple bruise on your neck. “She tried to strangle me.” You circled the scarf back.

Winston already had an idea who it was. But, he still asked, “Do you have a name of this woman?”

You thought for a moment until you harked back to it, “I heard a name. Perkins. I think that’s it.”

Winston crunched his brow up. “Are you sure about that? Didn’t Jonathan mention her name?”

You shook your head. “No. I didn’t even try asking him when we first met her while checking in the hotel.”

He nodded his head again then smiled at you again. “Thank you once again, (Y/n). You’re such a tender young lady. I’m quite downhearted that Jonathan didn’t give us the chance to meet.”

You gave a sheepish beam. “John wouldn’t let me out of the room. In truth, I would be rebellious about that, but for the time being, I follow what he says.”

“You’re understanding about that. Take care of him. He deserves someone good in his life.”

“I’m only his second.”

“I know.” He patted your shoulder. “Charon will lead you to your new room. We’ll take care of everything here.”

You did what he said. The concierge escorted you to your new room.

***

15 hours went by... John was standing on a railing of a bridge. This was the place where he and Helen had their first date. In one of his hands, he had that picture of you and Helen, all smiles for the camera. He looked at you two longingly. It was still difficult for him to accept that his first love and best friend was forever gone. But, he was perhaps given the chance to love again when you and him finally got the chance to know one another. It was early to say that he was in love all over again and if you actually had feelings for him. Yet, he found it endearing that you showed so much care despite his line of work. He found genuine kindness for a woman to be one of the qualities he adored. That’s why he loved Helen so much. He may as well trust his poor and fragile heart to you.

The pitbull pup whined. He sensed his new master’s sadness and wanted to comfort him. John stared at his new pet who also looked at him. This gray pup was in an animal shelter and was scheduled to be euthanized. Poor thing looked really downtrodden upon knowing he would be mercifully killed. So, John adopted him. He might even give comfort to you.

This was not to replace Daisy, but having another companion whenever he’s not around may save you from your loneliness. He already felt guilty of always leaving you in the hotel with only by yourself that it worried him all the time.

The pup barked. John assured him, “Don’t get too excited there, buddy. We’re going home.” He checked the time on his watch and felt dejected when his watch had a crack. The second hand was barely even moving. He exhaled sadly. He really loved this simple black leathered watch that he always wore. It was another memorable gift from his beloved.

He then looked at the distance. “Goodbye, my love. But know that this will never be a forever.” He glimpsed at the photo in his fingers and brushed his lips on it. He pocketed it in his coat compartment. “Time to go home, bud,” he told the dog to which he barked excitedly.

Finally, Iosef was dead, so was Viggo. He’ll finally get his retirement and start over again with his new dog (which he’ll have to think of a name; he’ll probably let you do the naming) and with you.

***

He came back to the hotel. Unfortunately, he incurred the same injuries and bruises.  Upon reaching the reception counter, the concierge spoke, “She is at Room 780.” His eyes diverted to the pitbull who yawned. “Purchased a new pet after a hard day’s work, haven’t you, Mr Wick?”

“Saved this one is the right term. It’s a gift for her.”

The concierge curved his lips upwards. “She would definitely love this dog.”

“Thank you, Charon. Have a good evening.”

“You as well, Mr Wick.”

***

You heard that familiar knock. You rushed to the door and opened it at once. He was standing there. He didn’t even bother going to the doctor. He probably didn’t call for one, either. You noticed he was holding some sort of leash. Your eyes traveled to a medium-sized adorable gray pitbull puppy and you melted right away.

“John, where did you-“

“It’s for us.”

You glanced at him and focused on him. He added, “I know it’s not going to replace Daisy, but-“

“He’s perfect,” you cut in him. You then lovingly enveloped your arms around his neck. “Welcome home.”

He wrapped his arms tightly and softly around you. “We’re home.”

---

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[aharris00britney]

                                                                                                                                ASKS 14

Ok so 24 hours after I planned to do this but... last time I answered stuff was January(5 months ago). There is a lot under the cut ;n; sims, nonsims, other games, all kinds of stuff ya know

Anonymous said: Hi! Wcif the shirt you used on your Belle hair post? (Btw, that hair is GORGEOUS.)

I have the cc I use in my previews linked on Patreon. Makeup/skin and all that will be on my resource page once I get around to updating it for my 2 new models (who will be up for download soon hopefully). Also ty <3

Anonymous said: What make-up do you use for most of your posts?

The only eyeshadows I use are by @crypticsim or @catplnt. The makeup I use on Macie/Taylor are listed on my resource page. The other two models makeup will be added once I get them added on there but I know they both use similar stuff to Macie/Taylor.

@thatsimmergirl91​ said: Just wanted to take a moment out and say how amazing you are ! I love all your stuff and your blog. Never forget how awesome you are 💗💗💗💗🙌🏻🙌🏻

Thank you so much. Like I know I am going to be typing a lot of thank yous in this post, but I truly mean them. Playing Sims/Making cc is something I did not think would be such a big thing in my life but god is it and I love doing it. Thank you again <3

Anonymous said: You're incredible and I love all your hairs! In fact, you're my favorite cc hair creator. My question is are you planning on making any hairs with the Island Living meshes anytime soon?

Thank you! I am glad you enjoy my hairs <3 I am planning some stuff with the island living meshes. Probably just a conversion to toddlers if I am able and I might do something simple with the adult meshes to release outside of my Patreon stuff. We shall see though! Ty again

@ayoshi​ said: When are you opening an Onlyfans?

idk babe when are you posting your birthmarks? ;)

Anonymous said: Heya! Love your cc! You're real talented

thank you! <3 It isn’t so much talent, more or less just a lot of practice and time. I appreciate the compliment though

Anonymous said: any tips to get high quality sims screenshots??

I have 2 methods I use. When I am taking CC previews I rotate my screen using Ctrl + Alt + the ◄ key. For my lookbooks/upcoming Sim downloads I use a method by foursims who deactivated?? This is the method/video <3

@verdeclaroangels​ said: What skin do you use??💕PS i love u

I use @luumia​ newest vanilla default, alongside his Smooth Butts overlay, and my own fruitpunch overlay. All are linked over on my resource page <3

@vhlori​ said: Austin queen of pop!

q king of edits! <3

Anonymous said: i love your creations and i appreciate the time you put into your cc, i wish i could support you 💕

Thank you!! Sometimes the time crunches can be stressful but I put them on myself so I survive haha. Don’t feel the need to support me please <3 I make sure everything is public eventually so that people dont feel like they are missing out on anything by deciding not to pledge. Thank you for wanting to though, I appreciate that a ton.

Anonymous said: Just a rant here. I'm annoyed that there are no rings in the glove category or some other category. The reason I want this is because I use eyelashes that are in the skin detail section and rings don't work and I don't want to use the accessory eyelashes because my sim wears glasses. It annoys me but that's all.

i... rant away luv i feel u

Anonymous said: What do you do besides sims? That is all you post about and I was curious if that is all you play?

I play Roblox with @ayoshi sometimes, cause that is about all my computer can handle lmao. I have a switch so I play some Nintendo titles on there like Zelda, Splatoon 2, and other stuff. I also have been plying Fortnite recently with @imvikai @greenllamas and @pinealexple. That is about all I play right now lmao. I play Animal Crossing Pocket Camp and Pokemon Go on my phone.

Anonymous said: Hi there ! Just wanted to say I've also been experiencing that problem with your 'downloads' page. I don't have a Tumblr account so I had to tell you this way. Perhaps it's a MacBook issue ? I'm not sure, but I'm using a MacBook Pro. Anyways, thank you for all the beautiful cc you provide us with, you're the best.

Yeah I got another ask about them using a Mac for it. That seems to be the problem. I am not a coder, nor do I know a single thing about coding. All I can suggest doing is going to http://aharris00britney.tumblr.com/tagged/s4cc and using that which sucks to page through I know :( I am sorry

Anonymous said: This is really random, but I love your Sims! I normally don't like Sims with Clay hair, but GIRL, you make them work. Just want to say to keep it up, and if I had money I would support you <3

Thank you lmao <3 stan clay hairs

Anonymous said: Literally im in this sims discord nd they were DRAGGING how you make the same sim in different skin colors and how you make such cookie cutter sims and honestly i felt bad

Meanwhile me in CAS:

Anonymous said: This may be a strange request but what does that one alien toddler you've used on multiple occasions to model hair look like when he's older?

He uuh... idk where they are in my library tbh I can’t find them cause I was going to age him up and show ya but.. yeah idk what happened RIP alien toddler

@amorimlulu said: Hi! I love your creations, they're incredible! I'm completely in love with two of your sims: the asian woman from the patreon 06-16 post and the woman from the ava hair post. Could you, pretty please, upload them on the gallery? I'm dying to play with them. Thank you ^^

I am planning to in the next month! I have the photos taken I just need to get the CC list together and plan it around Island Living posts, CC posts, all that jazzzzzz

Anonymous said: Hello Austin! I really like the way your sims look, so I was wondering if you can tell me where to get the skins and lashes, please? I am new to the Sims 4 and searching for some cute looks :)

Hey! I have this stuff listed on my resource page, and I have over 100 WCIF’s I have answered along with my lookbooks for some clothes. My cc finds blog is @aharris00finds​ if you want to look there :D

Anonymous said: can i just ask? how do you remove the shadows on hair with S4S? im a complete noob at s4s and i was wondering how you would do it?

You just need to click shadow, then make blank :) pic below

Anonymous said: Hi, just a quick message to say THANK YOU for all those beautiful creations. You are so talented and I want you to know that. Thank you so much for making my sims look way more beautiful !

thank you so much <3 I have said it before and idk if anyone will be able to convince me, but I am not talented lmao it just is experience :)

Anonymous said: hey, could u pls make a tutorial abt how u make ur mesh?? i love ur hair meshes so much

I have tried filming a tutorial before and I will just have to wait til I get a good mic lmao. My speed meshing videos are somewhat useful for learning but they are sped up and without instructions so take it with a grain of salt

Anonymous said: would you ever try to recreate lydia martins hair in 3.04? sorry, but you're the only teen wolf fan thats a simblr that i know and i desperately need that lovely hair in my game. thanks!         

tbh I never finished Teen Wolf XD I stopped at the end of season 5 I think. Idk I just lost interest as I grew up :(  Also I have no idea what hair that is sdfgfvb and google isnt telling me either. If you can send a link to a picture or DM me a picture I can see if I can make it <3

Anonymous said: Hi, could you please please upload this sim post/183989453251/e41 ! She's just too pretty

Anonymous said: please upload this sim from your post/183989453251/e41 for download? Thanks   

Idk if I still have her saved but if I do I might upload her. I will check and see later tonight lmao                    

Anonymous said: Is there any way to put everything you make into a .zip file. I really like what you make and I wish there was a way to mass download it. It sounds dumb but really I enjoy your content

Tbh since I post hairs 3 times a month it would be hard for me to keep everything up to date. I might do something like all my CC from 2017 in one zip, and all my cc from 2018 in another? and then make one for 2019 at the end of the year. I’m not sure though.

Anonymous said: Wheres the hair in yo profile pic? And will you upload that sim? AND can you make more clothes ur amazing at it!!! (Also, asking 4 my bff <3 r u boy or girl?)

the hair in my current profile pic is Maddie Hair, the sim is already for download, and I will have some clothes coming next month :) I am a boy :P

Anonymous said: hello! is the model sim in your eve hair valentines special downloadable? I find her really pretty. I really enjoy all of your cc!! I love all of them soooo much.. :)

I will check if I saved her to my library, if so I will add it to the list of stuff I wanna try and do <3 also thank you

Anonymous said: Hey! Love your hairs! Can I request a Riley hair without the hairclip?

the riley hair doesn’t have a clip so I am going to assume you mean the Peyton hair since it was released in the same month. It wouldn’t really be possible to do Peyton without the clip since it has a part of the hair going up into the clip. Without it there would be a hole and if the hole was filled in it would still look weird since the hair would be going up into nothing. I’m sorry <3

@lacr1mation23​ said: Kinda not a question. But, i'm gonna fangirl all over you. You ROCK!!! I LOVE your CCs. BEST. HAIRS. EVAR.   Impressed like woah from Florida. 

thank you so much ;n; this made me smile lmao I appreciate stuff like this a ton

Anonymous said: Hey I think there's something wrong w/ your Lydia hair.. could u fix it?

I’m not sure what the glitch is, so if you could send me a photo or an explanation of what it is then I could help.

Anonymous said: I'm sorry you're having a bad day! I want to let you know your CC is lovely and I hope you have a better day tomorrow! Lots of love and if you like chocolate then I'm sending you plenty of virtual chocolate to help you feel better!

lmao idk what ‘bad day’ I was happening when this was sent but thank you!! I had a rough semester but I am doing a lot better now I think :)

@simsloverlilian​ said: Hi lol I just think this is really funny, my friend asked me where do you get your cc? and I was like: "oh.. ahoob's WCIF place xDDDDDD" and we both died laughing.. at your place you can get amazing hairs, accs, shirts! (lol love your cc keep it up! ;))

thank you so much! I love that yall use my blog for finding cc :)

@raha-plays-the-sims​ said: Okay... I actually want to take a screenshot of my Sim with your new Riley hair on to my hair dresser and tell her to cut my hair that way XD I love it so much! Thank you for continuing to make amazing content!

lmao i have wanted to do this before with a male hair i found for my game. I never went through with it though XD thank you for the compliment <3

Anonymous said: Everyone!!! Stan LOONA for clear skin and good health...

stan red velvet and WJSN

Anonymous said: I just want to say that "EVERYTHING" about your blog/cc/sims is absolutely immaculate. Your CC is like renaissance to Sims 4 modding(I ain't even kidding).Thank you for sharing/uploading them here on tumblr.  Would you be uploading any video on how you create your sims on youtube anytime soon? And what sliders do you usually use in creating sims if there are some?

thank you so much!!! I have tried recording my game before and the footage just comes out super lag. Hopefully later this year I will be able to get a computer and I could record something then. Also I don’t use any sliders or presets on my main Sims :)

@lllac-lady786​ said: This isn’t a question, but your sims are just so pretty and you are so talented 🤩

thank you <3

Anonymous said: Did something happen to your Lydia hair?

I don’t think so? It seems to be fine for me

Anonymous said: How are you able to edit the new game pack when sims4studio hasn't been updated yet? I am itching to edit some stuff but I can't yet :(

I use CAS Tools! I might make a tutorial this week depending on how busy I am. Not sure though <3

Anonymous said: How likely would you be to recommend the new pack to another simmer out of 10?

(this was sent during Strangerville) I would say 8/10 recommendation. But I love storylines and stuff in games so my opinion is very based on that.

Anonymous said: Would you ever make male hair or recolour some of ea's so they work with your ombre accessory?

I am thinking of doing some ombre accessories for the new Island Living pack for the two ombre hairs. I am not sure if I will be able to or not but I will see :)

@milugameplay​ said: Hello sweetheart, I just like to say that I love the hairs that you create. Thank you for sharing them with us.            

thank you <3 i appreciate the compliment

Anonymous said:Hi! When you uploaded peach earrings, the blonde sim had a braided hairstyle. Was it cc or a maxis one?     

hey! It is from outdoor retreat GP :)     

Anonymous said: Have nothing to ask. Just want to tell you that you are amazingly talented. ❤ I have been playing the sims since its original Sims 1 release, and have always been a heavy CC user. (Upwards of 50GB in sims 3). Never have I ever felt the need to download EVERYTHING a creator has ever made, until I found you.  So, in short, you are amazeballs. Keep it up.

this is so sweet lmao. Even I don’t have all my own CC in my game <3 I appreciate this so so much. Thank you for this

Anonymous said: How did you learn to create custom content??Did you see any video tutorial? I'm trying to create a hair but I can not get it :(((( help me please

most of the stuff I have learned from trial and error, or help from S4S fourms and friends :) Feel free to message me with questions on tumblr or discord

Anonymous said: I know Sims 5 is still so far away, but I still have a question! With the release of Sims 4 so many awesome creators for Sims 3 just stopped creating from one day to another. So my question is: Could you imagine yourself creating Custom Content for Sims 5? I'm asking because I seriously love every single piece you create for Sims 4, and I really wish the glory era of Ah00b won't end with the release of Sims 5. Ily! <3

it depends on the style that TS5 goes for tbh. I love Sims 4 style and I don’t know much of anything about creating alpha hairs so if TS5 goes that direction I doubt I would be able to create for it. also thank you for calling it the glory era of ah00b lmao

Anonymous said: You have hairs named after all the girls in black pink except Rosé. Is there a reason for this?

Well I named a hair Rosanne thinking it was close enough to her name lmao. I might name a hair coming in July Rosie. We shall see when it gets to July XD

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Just Like Him

Masterlist

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Type: One Shot

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Some Angst Some Fluff

Summary: The one where Y/N comes to term that Peter is just like her dad.

Note: For my last couple of stories, tumblr seems to ignore my tags and they don’t publish to the public tags so it makes it very difficult to spread writing so if any has a solution, please let me know! Also reblogs would help! Thank you! Bxx

The drive back to the tower was completely silent. You were crunched up in your seat, your body facing the passenger window. You looked in the rearview mirror. Smoke was still flooding the skies. Peter looked over at you. Your brows were slightly furrowed and your teeth were obviously clenched. Peter didn’t think what he did was wrong; it simply just wasn’t what you wanted.

“Y/N…” he muttered, going for your hand on the center console of the car.

You quickly snatched it around, tucking it other your arm.

Silence.

Peter retreated his hand back onto the steering wheel. You finally made it back to the tower as the sun began to set over New York. Peter pulled the car into the garage, turning it off. You quickly tried making your way out of the car to leave Peter behind.

He quickly grabbed your wrist, jerking you back, “Y/N, I cannot honestly apologize for what happened tonight, but—”

“I don’t know why we’re having this conversation then,” you hissed before snatching your wrist back to go upstairs. You made your way up the stairs with Peter not far behind you.

“Y/N, you know I just cannot ignore people possibly getting hurt,” Peter told you when you top step into the living area. He could practically feel you roll your eyes. “I’m sorry that I left you at the restaurant—”

“Again, Peter,” you snapped. “I get it; you’re Spiderman and your job is to help others, but you’re also Peter Parker, and for once I would just want Peter!”

“You’re acting like I am never with you, Y/N! Yes, I’ve left you in the past, but what if you were in that burning building?” Your muscles tightened, tears beginning to develop in your eyes. “Wouldn’t you want someone to save you?”

Your anger was boiling since you left and now, you erupted, “God, Peter, you don’t get it! Do you know how embarrassing it is to believe you just to be made a fool? I even waited for you to come back because even though I’m so pissed at you, I still care about you and that’s why you can hurt be so bad. It’s not about you being here sometimes; it’s about you breaking your promise time and time again. It’s when being a hero takes priority our relationship and you cannot tell me that it doesn’t! It’s the fact that all my life, I am playing second rate to a goddamn suit, Peter!”

You don’t play the second rate, but I cannot stand by and just watch these things happen, Y/N!”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you heard your dad loudly interrupt, quickly breezing into the room, “What’s going on between you two kiddos? Back so soon and yelling all over the tower?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat when you looked over at your dad and back at Peter, “Great, maybe Ironman and Spiderman can having a riveting conversation about fucking hero work since you got so much in common,” you snapped.

“Sweetheart, language.”

“Y/N, I—”

“Don’t talk to me, Peter,” whispered as you pushed past him, your heels clicking aggressively on the floor.

Peter and Tony heard your door slam leaving Peter in dismay.

“What did you do to my daughter?” Tony sternly asked, quickly catching Peter’s fleeting attention. “Did you break her heart? I gave you specific instructions not to do that.”

“No, Mr. Stark I didn’t try to, but she just…” he huffed, running his hand through his brown curls. “I think I really messed up, Mr. Stark. I’ve never seen her like that, but she doesn’t get it and—”

“What doesn't she get?”

— x —

You slammed the door and immediately dug yourself into your bed. You sniffled wiping your eyes, eyeliner staining your hand and probably your eyelids. You wanted to continue to be mad at Peter. You wanted to yell at him and rage, but you knew deep down, he couldn’t help it. He made it his job to help others. Maybe you were being selfish. Maybe you were overreacting. Were you?

“Peter, I know you said to dress up, but I it’s so expensive here,” you told Peter as you flipped through the menu, “I can’t make you spend all your money on one dinner.”

Even though today marked your one year anniversary with Peter, you didn’t expect to come here today. In reality, Peter had been saving his money for awhile just for a night. He already felt bad that he couldn’t spend a lot of quality time with you due to his Spiderman obligations. He was hoping tonight would make up for some of that.

“Y/N, it’s fine,” Peter reminded you. His hand laid on top of yours on the table, “It’s our anniversary and I’m trying to make it somewhat special.”

“Okay, but I have a hard time ordering when everything is over twenty dollars,” you chuckled, scanning the menu again. You and Peter had deferred your waitress a couple times, still looking over the broad menu and engaging in conversation.

It was nice. You and Peter rarely did night outs like this. You wanted to savor your night with Peter. You didn’t have to worry about your dad barging in or any of his friends for that matter. You didn’t have to worry about school due to the summer. And you didn’t have to worry about Peter leaving you night; he made a promise.

“Okay, I think I know what I want,” you sighed happily folding down your menu.

Peter’s brows furrowed as he sighed, “I think I do, too.”

“You don’t sound too sure, Pete. Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah of course.”

Peter looked out the window, triggering you to do the same. You saw the smoke rising in the distance. Your heart sank. You grabbed Peter’s hand, shaking it, “Hey, it’s okay. There are probably firefighters and police there already. You don’t have to go.”

“I can usually ignore it when that’s the situation,” Peter muttered. “Y/N, I don’t think it’s just a fire.”

“But your senses can be wrong, Peter. You know that.”

“I just cannot ignore people getting hurt.”

“But you can!” you almost exclaimed, catching some attention from others in the restaurant. That sounded selfish. “Someone is helping them, Peter. You don’t have to run into every dangerous situation, and you promised me that you’d stay. I’ve never asked you to stay, but I’m begging you now.”

“Y/N…”

“And you don’t have your suit.” Peter shuffled in his seat, avoiding your eye line. “It’s in the car, isn’t it?” He didn’t have to tell you that it was because you knew. It didn’t anger you that he had it; it angered you because that’s a move you saw time and time again with your dad.

He looked apologetic when he looked into your tear-brimmed eyes, “I don’t wanna do this, Y/N, but I have to,” he told you as he got up from his chair. You didn’t even look at him; you couldn’t. He kissed your cheek, but you sat motionlessly. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

He left in a haste, leaving you alone.

At a table for two.

On your anniversary.

With your heart and promise broken.

“Hi, are you ready to order or should I wait for your date to come back?” your waitress smiled, her notepad ready.

“Uh, actually, he had to step out for awhile, so I think I’m just gonna head out.”

You waited.

You waited in the parking lot of the restaurant against the car. Peter was gone for almost half an hour. In that time period, your sadness was fueled by straight anger due to broken promises.

One night.

You only wanted one night with Peter.

You saw Peter arrive around the corner, back in his original attire from the evening. His hair was a little messier, but he was beaming with joy. It only pissed you off more. He was about to enter the restaurant again before he noticed you in the parking lot, standing by the car.

He jogged over as if nothing happened in the last thirty minutes, “Hey, did you already finish eating? I didn’t think I was gone that long. If not we—”

“Take me home, Peter.”

His brows furrowed, “What? We have the whole night left.”

“Not anymore,” you snapped. “Take me home or I’ll call someone who will.”

Wiped the remaining tears from your eyes as you sat up in your bed. Forty-five minutes had passed since you stormed off from Peter and your dad. You slipped off your heels and kicked them near the wall. Your anger was slowly moving toward sadness as you watched the sun go down. You couldn’t talk to Peter; you literally told him not to talk to you. Your dad tried to stay clear of your relationship with Peter and talking about it; he always said you together made him uncomfortable. You could have talked to anyone else in the tower, but you really only wanted to talk to Peter even if all your frustrations were about him.

Nevertheless, you hadn’t eaten since lunch and it was 8:30. You changed from your skirt and top into sweatpants and a tank top. You quietly left your room, hoping not to bump into anyone. You wanted to avoid the questions about why you were home so early and where’s Peter.

You walked into the kitchen searching for something to take to your room. You looked inside the fridge, quickly making a mental note make a grocery list. You made the decision when you looked in the cabinets.

“Y/N?” Peter startled you when you heard him on the other side of the kitchen island. He was still dressed up, but he had to to-go bags.

It was a sweet sight for your tired eyes. “I didn’t hear you come in, but...I see you went back out.”

He held up the bag, placing it on the counter, “Yeah, I went to Beefy Bites.” Your stomach rumbled when he mentioned your favorite diner in New York. “I thought you’d be hungry, so I got you your favorite.”

You stepped closer to the other side of the island and looked inside the bag already ready to consume everything inside. “Bacon cheeseburger with no tomato, onion rings and their birthday cake shake?”

“And mozzarella sticks to share,” he finished, handing you your bag and shake. He really was working for this. “Can we just talk...maybe in your room?”

You nodded as Peter followed you to your room. He felt some hope since you at least accepted his peace offering, but then again, it was food. On the other hand, he was glad you were willing to talk.

“I’ve never been fond of fancy restaurants,” you mentioned as you entered your room. “I mean they’re nice and all, but I enjoy simple things, so thank you.”

Peter smiled as he joined you on your bed. He could see what you were wearing earlier tossed on the ground. In the better lightening of your room, he could see that your mascara was a bit smeared and your eyes were slightly puffy.

“I talked to Mr. Stark, your dad, and even he told me I fucked up,” he half chuckled. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. I never want to make you upset.”

You were taking your food out of the bag as you hummed, “My dad knows you fucked up because what you did happened all the time when I was younger with my dad,” you began. “He loved those suits and as a kid, they were so cool. I was that kid in elementary school saying “My dad is Ironman and he’s a hero”  but then he was working a lot more and I saw my dad less. Then life became dangerous and he promised Pepper and I that he was done, but then Ultron happened...and then it never stopped after that.”

Peter was only silent, vowing to himself that he would only let you vent.

“When I turned 13, he missed my entire birthday. He got me some earrings that I wanted for weeks, but I didn’t have my dad and that sucked there,” you sighed as you took a mozzarella stick and bit into it. “I was so angry for such a long time, but as I grew up, I understood and he did better. We talked more and it was great, but science says you fall for people like remind you of your parents.”

Usually, Peter would love being compared to his mentor, but now he had mixed feelings about it.

“Like my dad, I know you love me. I know you’re incredibly smart. I know you’ll always protect me. But I also know you love being the hero even when it hurts the people that love you. I know I’m always in competition with the suit.”

“But you’re not,” Peter interrupted quickly.

“Peter, you love being Spiderman. You literally schedule out a time in your day— every day— just to be Spiderman,” you reminded him. “It’s a love I cannot compete with and that’s fine; it’s a different type of love because you love helping others, but—”

“I still broke a promise.” You nodded. “But I would still like to try and make one more promise.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a little velvet box and your eyes quickly widen, “Oh, my god, no Peter. I cannot marry you; not now at least like in a couple years.”

“It’s not a ring! Can you imagine what Mr. Stark would do if it was though?”

“Can you imagine if I said yes?

He laughed opening the box, revealing a silver necklace with a P hung on it. It was just as simple as you wanted it to be. “It’s a necklace. Do you mind?” Peter asked, gesturing to your neck. You quickly turned around, moving your hair. “When I’m not with you, I really want you to have a piece of me.” He finished clasping it on before you turned back around to meet his bright, brown eyes. “I cannot promise you that I’ll always be here—”

“Because you’re out kicking ass?” you playfully interrupted.

“Hopefully, but I will promise you that I’m always with and I’ll always protect you and love you,” he finished. “Can you forgive me?”

You sighed before taking a sip of your shake still looking into his eyes, neither of you want to turn away. Your finger gripped his chin, pulling him into a kiss. Even though the time was short, you already missed his touch.

“I’m sorry, too, Peter,” you muttered against his lips. “I was still being selfish.”

“It’s okay, but I practically hear your stomach, babe,” he laughed, pulling your burger out of the bag.

You smiled as you took it from him, opening the wrapping. You took a nice bite, always satisfied with your burgers from there. Now was no different. “Maybe we should tell my dad you proposed because I’m pregnant, tomorrow. It’d be really funny.”

Peter quickly shook his head, “I really enjoy living so I don’t think that’s a great idea. I’d would really like to see another anniversary with you,” he chuckled.

“Don’t worry; I’d protect you.”

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"I want to live again! I want to live again!" The stallion nickered, clasping his hooves together tightly as he leaned them on the guardrail of the snow-encrusted bridge. His clasped hooves trembled as he begged the mercy of the gods who had answered his foolish cry just hours before to undo his terrible mistake. With the last of his will seemingly spent, the horse's head sagged into his hooves."I want to live again...please gods, let me live again..." The horse began to quietly sob to himself.

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*crunch* The sudden jarring sound drew the drowsy wolf from his partial slumber. Vernon craned his head up with a start, giving it a brisk shake as he turned his attention to the TV. "It's a Wonderful Life" was still playing along on the screen, George Nieghly's pleading to return to his former life now coming to a close as the snow began to fall softly on his crumpled form. It was clear the film Vernon had fallen asleep half-listening to hadn't been the source of the sudden, jarring sound.

*crunch* Came another loud, obnoxious chomp to Vernon's right. Now fully awake, the sound had proven easy to track, and soon Vernon found his bleary eyes now fixated on Val. The vixen was seated across from the slumbering couple, sprawled out on large sofa and making herself quite comfortable as she loudly chewed away at the cookies Vernon had left out for Santa Claws.

"VAL!" Vernon barked, his brow furrowing as he glared at the oblivious vixen. The fox let out a yawn, tilting her head back in a half-hearted attempt to make eye-contact with the annoyed wolf with the least amount of effort. The vixen smirked slightly as she eyed the wolf from an upside-down angle.

"What?" Val asked, seemingly genuinely curious as to the reason for Vernon's irritated tone.

"W-What!?" Vernon snorted, the wolf was having a hard time finding his words as he struggled to process why Val was sitting in his apartment on Yule’s Eve of all nights. "What are you doing here!?"

Val scooped another cookie into her paw from the nearby plate, chomping down loudly on the snack in an obnoxious manner as she turned her attention back to the television.

"I 'unno..." Val mumbled through her crumb filled maw. " 'Uss felt like it..."

Vernon ran a paw through the fur on his scalp, his piercing and irritated glare remaining fixed on the lazy vixen still sprawled on his couch.

"I mean..." Vernon said, the wolf lowering his voice in an effort to keep his cool. Val’s usual shtick was already wearing thin, and it was taking all the strength he had to keep from shouting. But despite his efforts, his response was terse, his words emphasized sharply with ire despite the lower octave.

"How did you get in?" The wolf demanded an answer.

Val smirked. "You gave Gus a key remember?” The vixen replied matter-of-factly.

"I gave GUS a key!" Vernon reiterated Val’s careless explanation. "Not you!"

"What's happening?" Came a quiet, sleepy sounding mumble from somewhere closer to the wolf. Vernon glanced back toward his lap to find Dawn had begun to stir, the tiny ewe rubbing her eyes in an effort to chase away the lingering sleep. "Vernon?"

"Sorry Honey Lamb, I didn't mean to wake ya'll up." Vernon replied, giving the ewe's head poof a soft tussle before turning his attention back to Val. "We just got an uninvited guest is all."

"I copied Gus' key when he had me take his key-ring down to the hardware store to make back-up copies for the store." Val shrugged. "I figured it'd be handy to make myself a copy."

Vernon pinched the bridge of his muzzle, letting out an annoyed sigh.

"Is that Val?" The question came from Dawn, followed by a long and tired sounding yawn. The ewe had now pushed herself off the wolf slightly, propping herself up on her elbow as she turned her attention toward the vixen.

"Right, so ya'll stole a copy of Gus's key so you could...what...steal our food?" Vernon asked.

The vixen rolled her eyes. "Well if you're just going to leave out free food, why can't I have any?"

"Those were fer Santa Claws!" Vernon snapped back. The wolf’s lips curled around his bared teeth as he stared daggers at the clearly unimpressed vixen. Val chuckled, a wide and mischievous grin crawling across her muzzle as she cocked her head in Vernon's direction.

"You still believe in Santa Claws?" Val asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Really?"

Vernon went mute, his features dropping almost immediately from ire into something more akin to embarrassment and fear. Vernon’s eyes had opened wide, and his iris’ darted from side to side as he attempted to look anywhere but in Val's direction.

"N-No!" Vernon snapped back, his voice shaking with uncertainty despite his attempt to remain firm. The wolf knew Santa Claws was fake, at least the adult in him reaffirmed so. However, there was always that lingering Pup in him that seemingly refused to accept such a notion. The Pup that was certain magic existed and there for everything was possible even if you couldn’t explain or prove it. And somehow, Val’s remark had managed to drag that Puppy up to the surface long enough to make Vernon feel even more a fool than her essentially ‘breaking and entering’ to scroundge for food had.

"Oh Puppy, don't listen to her." The ewe tutted, gently patting his chest reassuringly before resuming her previous snuggly position balled up against his chest. The ewe let out a pleasant sigh. "Santa Cloves is real, she's just mad because she probably only ever got coal."

Vernon knew there was no Santa Claws, he kept repeating it to himself in his mind again and again. But despite that, the ewe’s words were...oddly reassuring.

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Closing out the year with a Christmas farewell before I go into hibernation till like Mid-January. Yep, closin' the blog and pretty much everything else outside of the Patreon/Streams and writing for the year in order to enjoy the holiday. I hope you all have a great Holiday, see you in 2018!

Story blurb was written in haste...one shot...so it ain't up to my full quality credentials. But eh, it's non-canon as it is...probably...maybe.

Just some extra notes, please do not ‘message’ me via tumblr messenger with asks. If the links on the ask page aren’t there, it means asks are closed. So that means I can’t take any in at the moment. Any future asks submitted that way will be deleted. Not trying to single anyone out here, but i feel the need to mention the person who sent me the Dawn Yule Childhood question, that was fine. The reason being because I totally forgot Dawn in the ask about Yule childhood stories from the Hunters and Hunter gals. So it was to remind me more or less that I missed that. Sorry.

[grumpyfr0gs]

regards to future posting

hello there! i know i haven’t been posting frequently, and i’ll explain why. but i’m also very excited because i’m about to reach 300 followers which is, honestly, quite exciting! i appreciate you all v much and you all mean so much to me. now, onto the subject of my future posting schedule.

basically, every other weekend i go to my pop’s house. now, my dad has a really high speed computer, capable of processing the sims 4 on ultra settings whilst i’m still able to switch between tabs and edit, and the game functions on a very pleasing level of speed.

however, when i’m at my mom’s house, which is the majority of the time, the pc that i use is older and slower. the best graphics i can play on are my own custom graphics which basically consists of medium everything, except low lighting.

this, of course, is very distasteful to me. i really like having quality content on my blog, i like having pictures and screenshots i feel happy and comfortable with. at my regular home i can’t feel this way due to the painfully low graphics that mess with my editing - all i can do is edit cas photos. and besides of that, most of my saves are really dry and unfurnished. it goes without saying that i take more pride with the other computer’s saves than with this one.

usually when i don’t post things for the sims 4 i post some really aestheticy things that i enjoy, such as art or other things that i find passion in. however, after some, um, occurrences, such as playing dream daddy for the past few days bc it’s amazing seriously it’s so precious i love mat and robert and damien so much, i haven’t been able to do this. this tumblr blog though is not my priority, which is why i don’t usually do updates like this because i just simply don’t feel the need to. and i don’t like queuing things up because, well, i just like posting things when i feel like it and not having to be on some sort of time crunch.

however, worry not! i’m currently working on a story. i really love writing, and i feel like i haven’t been able to share that yet. i’m going to try to get more on the story, artsy side of simblr. it’s very gay and very adorable. however, it will involve drugs and it will involve some trigger warnings regarding depression.

if you’ve sat through this, thank you for reading. just take away from this that #1. i won’t be posting every other week besides things of aestheticy type dealios and #2. i’m currently writing and putting together a story and i’ll get the necessary screenshots soon. thanks and i love you all!

[cafephan]

dan and phil play the sims 4 #39: a summary

danandphilgamesChildren impression of the iconic woman from the simpsons dan has no care for children and i relate "... not that you're children" dan says whilst phil is trying to speak dig yourself into a hole in your own time stop interrupting him you curly haired lumberjack wannabe i sound mocking but he actually looks bomb i love it they both do "don't talk about the words. the words just come, they mean nothing... like our lives" also just like the rebrand apparently briefing on the toddler stage the lack of skills is going to make me cringe phil watched the video back just to call dan out, what a guy they feign surprise that we're so observant the parp debate "... and other things i'm not particularly comfortable with you saying" "he's just dead in the bed" // "he's fine" phil recalls being in daycare and crushing trucks in sand with his friend owen.... okay boy can't wait for the abundance of original characters called owen in fics now dan just remembers a sandpit what kind of fancy ass daycares did you two go to i didn't have any of that shit i just remember all the girls except for me used to fight over the doll pram whilst i sat alone in the corner of the room attempting to read and being sad that i was there both their daycares were inside and they stank because 'everyone peed' .... again what kind of daycare did you two go to "even though we were three hundred miles and a couple of years apart... we had the same experience" // "essentially that sand came from the same place" i'm so done with these two and it's not even three minutes in "fill the bath with fruit loops" the toddler food glitch is so fucking annoying and seeing it in let's plays only annoys me more phil thinks the final bedtime story will be about a dragon "party miami dad with abs" "hey dan it's your ripped jeans, you just need to cut them off as shorts" // "oh my god, yes, and when i have abs i will wear a top like that" please stop talking over each other we're not even four minutes in yet this is going to be painful "that's kind of dragon, come on, give that to me" the latter of this sentence immediately triggered the 'it's not the first time he's said those words' sensor in my brain phil wants to change the miami dad outfit whereas dan literally screeched his argument to keep it phil feels pain in his own stomach watching a simulation on a screen do ab crunches the excitement over transformation of the day is cute what a cute thirty year old man you are "that reminds me, you should do transformation of the day, come on, i've been waiting" very contradictory but sure okay phil "time to sacrifice one of our children" the youtube comments are going to have a field day with that one aren't they "party dil's whacking out..." the draw phil naked music :(((( dan the materialistic man resurfaces the first singing interlude of the video "is it dab or usain bolt, scientists can't tell" "happy famalamies" "how does one cake" me on a regular basis honestly they both agree that blue confetti cake sounds 'birthday-ish' the artistic prodigy aspiration and the cheerful trait were chosen "dab - a ray of sunshine running through everyone's lives" "i'm like who is this thing in the house" phil lester english university degree holder lame science jokes from dan there supportive bf phil is back with a vengeance though don't you worry the game spawned him with bunny slippers nice "he's growing up before our eyes, dan" fanfic writers have fun "i'm gonna punch. and i'm gonna punch you, phil. because you're the only one here" // *phil leans away* "don't punch ME!" "amphibians need representation" cue the 'de-toddling' decor section "dinosaurs are still valid" phil was scared of space print bedding he had as a kid apparently it included the molester moon so i mean that's a thing he said and here's the creepy speaking in sync thing again. add it to the compilation videos "easy beans" a creativity table for children gave phil tingles the debate over whether or not to give him a tablet is really proving who will be the easygoing parent and who will be the disciplinarian (the majority of the fics were right) "you-you're gonna not give someone at school access to youtube? how can they make it through life without minecraft youtubers?" he was speaking from personal experience minus those last three words i see u howell phil wants him to draw a vehicle so dan chooses shapes domestics are on the horizon "yes this is danandphilcrafts, who's gonna be sacrificed to satan?" phil take that reference back before i shove it where the sun doesn't shine time to age up evan quick sidenote have you seen how many dabxevan fics there are bc wow there are a ton, not that i've read any but they're out there "see i went to cheese and you went to trapeziums... what does that mean, psychologically?" that dan needs to get his well-educated stick out of his ass and realise a block of cheese when he sees it "all this cake is making me so hungry, dan.." this whole cake talk is so domestic what the fuck is happening you just moved how are you still providing domesticity they're going to get deliveroo cake i'm surprised we didn't get a tweet about that crazy night apparently eliza is a milf according to dan even though phil says he isn't allowed to say it (make of that what you will, demons) daddy pancakes they're literally providing more weird fic prompts pls stop "tumblr's gonna go nuts. they have matching trackies" so we now know what tags dan stalks on tumblr red apparently reflects evan the science set is reminding phil of fallout yes i relate what a quality game this video took so long to summarise what the actual fuck but okay it's over it's just the buildup to the outro now "don't explode the universe with a chemistry set" wise words from phil there Daniel Howell - i guess these puns have to be daniel themed now AmazingCake

[andiesroom-dcp2017-blog]

Hi friends! I'm moving in on JUNE 5 and looking for ROOMIES who are 21+ and living NON-WELLNESS!! If you want to know even more about me, there's a link to my YouTube channel below where you can find my vlogs/cover songs!

If you're interested in rooming with me, either DM me @andiesroom_dcp2017 or message me on Tumblr!! 😄

YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/N0nsensec0nspirt0rs

BACKGROUND Name: Andie Instagram: Personal Insta: @nonsenseconspirators DCP Insta: @andiesroom_dcp2017 Birthday/Age: January 19, I'm 22! Relationship Status: Single Orientation: Straight Current Location: New London, CT From: Farmington CT->Miami, FL School: Connecticut College Major: Film Studies Are you allergic/allergies to anything: Nope! Do you have any siblings?: 2: older sister, younger brother (who is on the lower end of the Autism Spectrum; he's non-verbal)

DCP DETAILS Are you applying for WDW or DL?: Accepted to WDW Flying or Driving: Driving Role: Costume Operations!!! What program are you applying for? Accepted to Fall Advantage Do you want to live in Wellness or Non-Wellness?: Non-wellness How many people do you want to live with?: Between 4-6? Which housing complex would you like to live in?: No preference Alumni? I'm not, but my sister is!

LIFESTYLE Do you party? How often?: If by party you mean have people over for movie nights, GAME NIGHTS, or stuff like that, then I party sometimes :)Granted, I'll go to parties sometimes, but it's not typically my thing Do you smoke? No Do you drink? No, because honestly, I just don't like the taste of alcohol ;P Can you cook?: Really basic things, yes, but I *am* super good at making breakfast! (PS I'm totally into the idea of Family Style Eating! I know that'll be hard with schedules and all but if we can make it work I'm down for it :)) Are you a night person or morning person?: Super night person Do you snore? No! What does your bedroom normally look like?: Ok so here's the thing: when I'm living by myself it's a little cluttered, BUT YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW THAT IF I LIVED WITH YOU because I don't want anyone knowing that; it's not a point of pride to say the least, but everything will be super clean and picked up I promise!!! Do you like it when your room is hot or cold?: Defs not cold, but not hot either....on the warmer side? Would you rather go out or stay in?: I like doing both, it really just depends on how busy I've been/if I've worked a lot. What do you like to do on your days off/the weekend?: Netflix, hang with friends, go to the parks, film vlogs, edit vlogs, and play games! Do you work out a lot?: Lol. But honestly, if you want a low key fitness buddy I'll join; I know I gotta do something about this fitness biz :P

PERSONALITY Three words that describe you: Dependable, Funny, Introvert (but that doesn't mean I'm antisocial!!) One good quality: I'm super reliable! You can count on me to do just about anything! One bad quality: I can be a cluttered human (but like I said: you will never know!!) Are you outgoing or quiet? I’m usually shy at first but once you get to know me I unleash the inner weird :P Do you like hanging out with people or keeping to yourself?: I like both! Just depends on my work load/mood :) Morning showers or Night showers: I shower at night!! What would you want in a roommate?: Someone who's naturally an organized person (it'll subconsciously make me more organized 😆), down for equal responsibility in our living space, and ideally, someone I can be really good friends with and talk about anything from our personal lives to our interests! What are your biggest pet peeves/dislikes?: Being caught off guard; if plans change, please give me, like, a day's notice! Are you messy or organized: I'M CLUTTERED WE GET IT!! How do you feel about sharing?: Down for sharing! Just ask me first! Favorite thing to do: Netflix, vlog, play in the parks, SING!! Favorite Music: DISNEY, show tunes (where my HAMILFANS?!), pop, alt rock, folk music, indie pop, CELTIC MUSIC!!!! Favorite TV Shows: Gravity Falls, Phineas and Ferb, Brooklyn 99, American Horror Story, and The Magicians, Adventure Time (among others)! Favorite Movies: NOOOO!! I'm a film major why you do this to me?? D: I like a lot of films for a lot of different reasons, so to keep it short, I love Disney movies and my favorite director is Wes Anderson :) Favorite Food: Toss up between Spaghetti and Pizza Favorite Candy: Bunch-a-Crunch! Favorite Cookie: Chocolate Chip! Favorite Drink: Coke Favorite Color: Blue and Black

DISNEY Favorite Characters: Belle and PIGLET!! Favorite Movies: Beauty and the Beast and Peter Pan!! Favorite Disney Channel Show: Gravity Falls and Phineas and Ferb; they're totally my sense of humor. Favorite Park: MK and Epcot Favorite Ride: Either Pirates of the Caribbean or Peter Pan!

[oohaw94]

Mind if we have a discussion?

It has been awhile since I have posted anything original here on Tumblr but today is that day!

Most people know I do not talk about my father much. In my opinion it's hard to be super proud of a guy who gave his son multiple concussions and bloody noses between the years of 8,9 and 10 in the course of disciplining him mostly for trivial things. With that said, he did give me two things that I have carried forward in life. Number one: An appreciation for the sport of baseball which bloomed into a full-fledged obsession with softball later in life. Number two: He told me, no matter how smart you think you are, there is ALWAYS someone who knows more.

The second one more so than the first is especially important I think. Don't get me wrong, softball is a good time and my only real form of exercise these days but that second one has so many more applications. Any one who has a social media account has been exposed or over-exposed to the opinions of those around them. There is an old adage about the corrolation between opinions and a certain part of the lower human anatomy that notes everyone has both and they both stink. So for what it is worth, I don't mind hearing other people's opinions. Unfortunately, everyone is so caught up in having to be right all the time because to be wrong means being shunned by the herd and having to live in exile with leperous wildebeasts for the remainder of your days apparently.

I'm not scared to be wrong or to fail. Some of the most fundamental learning comes from being wrong. When I was 10 or 11, I had a bike. Nothing fancy, just a red bike with handle bars, a seat, hand brakes and two tires. I got pretty cocky when riding the trails around our house in Dittmer, MO. Popping over logs and anticipating the slide of a hill rounding into the turn of each trail and such. But one fall day when the leaves were off the trees and clogging the trails, I took off pedaling into the woods. In the trees there were birds and squirrels noting my progress but keeping their distance. I got to a section of trail that I had not ridden in awhile. In addition to the leaves, there were branches downed from summer storms and overgrown dead weeds. Being young and feeling invincible, I proceeded through the section without clearing the debris first. Most of the branches were rotten and the weeds posed no real impedence so I crunched my way through easily. Farther along the trail was more of the same with this part being a bit more of a downhill incline. So I puffed out my chest (not really) and flew along with high confidence. This is where the universe put down the magazine it was flipping through and was like: let me give you a tiny life lesson right now.

Up to this point in the ride, I was getting by even though a few of the decisions were questionable. Halfway down the incline I jounced over a not so rotten branch that flicked up an unseen string of rusted barbed wire that caught on my shoe lace. The next few seconds saw me go flying diagonally over the handle bars and land on some rough gravelly ground, shoulder and face first. My takeaways from the experience: #1 OUCH. #2 Picking gravel out of your chin is not a great feeling. #3 I should've known better.

What is the point of this tidbit from my youth? Simple, use your brain. I knew that riding over the branches and whatnot on the flat ground had caused some unplanned movement and a few precarious seconds where I was not in control. But from the outcome, I learned to avoid making that same mistake again. Was it a dumba$$ moment on my part? Sure. I didn't learn that from a book, I learned from the experience. Also I could've probably got there by using some common sense but hindsight as they say is 20/20.

In my life I have met and interacted with many, many people. Some only in a virtual context but still a large portion have been in person. Through these conversations and sharing of words and ideas I have gotten different perspectives and opinions thrust upon me. Some clinically presented and some passionately expressed in ALL CAPS! Not every one who has made an opposing point or argument to me has changed my opinion on a topic. But, actually listening to them, I got at least a sense of where they garnered their information from and how invested they were in the idea(s) expressed. Most people lock into their beliefs (non-religious) on politics, sports, traffic, certain types of jobs, ethnic groups, books, social media, divorce, etc and there is no budging them. Which is fine. They have collected the pertinent information to support why they are pro or anti on each. And here's a little secret that most people should know but don't. You aren't going to change their minds. Simply put you are not. Through reading, social contact or experience those things are locked down and will not be swayed in their minds. So save your breath or typing.

I am not saying I'm better than anyone. I'm just not. Am I more receptive? Perhaps. But the whole concept of being better than someone is pompous and ludacris. Put me on a dessert island and I could probably survive but in the end I'm probably closer to the character Tom Hanks portrayed in Castaway: scruffy and looking a little caveman-ish. Take someone else to that same island and they probably pimp that (stuff) out. Build themselves a log cabin with a natural jaccuzzi. Make a little alley for coconut skeeball or bowling. Now tying this back to what my father was saying: everyone has blind spots in their knowledge, places where their pool of knowledge is as deep as an $8 kiddie pool at Walmart. There is no one alive roaming this Earth or that has ever roamed this Earth who knows everything. Think you are the ultimate authority on Superman...guess what someone else knows more (see Stan Lee). Think you know every single element related to the Star Trek universe...nope, try again. You can solve a Rubik's Cube in 13 seconds? Someone knows how to do it in 10 seconds. But in those same scenarios the Superman expert may not be able to hang and mud a roomful of drywall. The Star Trekkie could be lost trying to make lasgna from scratch. And the Robik's Cube master would most likely would not be able to throw a knuckleball. With this on the table, let's all take a collective breath and listen to what the other person has to say with an open mind. No one should be asking anyone to mindlessly bow to anyone person's belief structure or logic process. In truth it may flat out be wrong for the other person based on home life, religion, diet, conditioning and pet preference.

Through my friends and family I've learned how to love, to hate, to be compassionate, to empathize, to betray, to be selfish, to be selfless and most of all how to stay humble. I do not see myself achieving the pinnacle of any given field or being the yardstick of what a softball player should be. However, by using my logical process, life experiences and Google, I think I can at least come across as not a totally floundering moron (most days). People tend to take themselves waaaaaay too seriously. Not everything in today's existence is a competition or life and death for that matter. If more people would allow their ideas to be questioned, I think they would grow more as a person. As a personal philosophy, I try to learn something new every day. It may be insignificant, it may be something taught to me by a child but learning keeps life interesting. Otherwise you are stuck listening to the same Hair Metal hits of the 80's. Don't get me wrong, there are some great songs there but if that is the only pool of music you draw from then over time those songs will grow stale and even those will lose their fun qualities.

Now, try to hop on one foot for a minute with your eyes closed. Google your last name and read the 31st search entry. Memorize the entire emsemble of a person you saw on lunch. Count the parking spaces at Kohl's. Think of how many Adele songs are actually good (spoiler alert: zero). Google map the cities you have traveled to and see which one is farthest. Walk into a business, pose like a superhero for four seconds then turn around and walk out. Ask a friend to name something they associate with you. Say "Taco Cat" forwards and backwards several times and then try to figure out if you ended up with the forwards or backwards format.

Through the silly we can relax and allow ourselves to be open to new ideas and learn new things. I'm not saying a joke or a comedian's bit will lead to us building a walking bridge to the moon, but someone else's bit of logic or OCD process may inspire a leap in a new direction. So for everyone calling down the Hellfire and brimstrone for the Trump supporters or the people who feel personally oppressed by a cartoon indian or are just offended by the sun coming up: I say chill. Others are entitled to their opinions and at the end of the day that's mostly what it boils down to - opinions. Save your expert witnesses, your filing cabinets of documents and the YouTube clip of Jesus backing your point of view. If you are not willing to allow the other person  an open, non-hostile forum to discuss and probably eventually break off the conversation without recrimminations, then why bother?

The world as we know it will still continue to evolve. The iPhone 7 world as we know it is not the finished product. Great minds around the world will continue to shape it and lead the human race in directions no one has even dreamed of yet. Just wait and see. And those people who are leading, are doing so based on being open to new ideas and asking, "OK. What if..."

Everyone have a fantastic day. Please read my Blog (Wordpress: Scott Latta Blog), find me on Twitter (@oohaw94), follow along on Facebook (Scott.Latta.7), listen to me and two of my softball friends on Podbean (SportsStalkers) and my own little stupid niche of butthurt on Podbean as well (scottlatta). If you would like drop me an email to: scottlatta@gmail.com.

Peace.

[imagine-fight-write]

RANDOM - LOVELY AMVs for YOU (Part 1)

Hello, Everyone!

Hope you’re all savvy today (doing good).

Going to do my best to post at least once a week, so stay alert!

(Except I will no doubt fail. Time is not my friend.)

I have a plan. https://imagine-fight-write.tumblr.com/post/623223803305246720/random-future-blog-posts

Originally posted by mamenoco

(I had a cat named Savvy. I love this world.) (Law is totally a cat person in my book) (Despite being friends w/ a bear. But that doesn’t mean he can’t like cats!)

FUN WORD FOR TODAY (brought to you by Mental Floss) (but actually the Victorians) (https://theweek.com/articles/567412/56-delightful-victorian-slang-terms-should-using)

The lovely word is:

BANG UP TO THE ELEPHANT

“You’re bang up to the elephant, mate.”

Means “perfect, complete, unapproachable.”

You’re all bang up to the elephant in my book

(No seriously, everyone here posts so much great stuff!

(except for those insideous fake tumblrs who post NSFW pics of girls & trying to sell hours with them. Gross.

But they don’t count. They’re wolves in sheep’s clothing.)

Now on to the actual post!

I was orignally going to title this: AMV’s I found recently

except I re-discovered ones I’d found ages ago that I wanted to share more (save for 1 or 2) so . . .

Anyway, please enjoy!

YUGIOH! TIME

This is a YuGiOh! amv. I can’t say the video is bang up to the elephant, but I honestly don’t mind because I like the song.

Related to this, I recently got around to watching

YuGiOh! Dark Side of Demensions & YuGiOh! Pyramid of Light.

*I can’t spell Dimensions right, someone save me.

Originally posted by junkazama

Of the two, I like Demensions better (the plot moved faster & more naturally & the anime was better quality - Kiba’s tech & duel with not!Atem was such lovely fan's dream (also the whole basic plot)+ the comment about Atem’s hair. And the water bottle. Crunch.

Originally posted by brandonsenpai

except what on earth did they do to poor Devlin and Bakura’s character’s designs? Seriously, they look awful, and they’re 2 of my more favorite good looking YuGiOh! characters.

Also, Plana is a silly sounding word & should’ve been changed to . . . Ivoria / Ivoriz or something sounding more harsh, powerful, & / or related to the cube / memory / dimension changing themes going on.

Plana makes me think of plants, or the planet Earth.

Maybe it sounded cooler in Japanese?

It probably sounded better in Japanese.

Where-as I liked the basic idea of the plot in Pyramid of Light better (hey, I can spell pyramid!) in terms of connecting to the Egyptian feeling of YuGiOh!, it did drag at the beginning & could’ve have been more tense at the beginning, and -

(Going to stop now, will do a full review & comparison in another post.)

I think I’ve recommended this video before?

Regardless, both the video & music are excellent. The maker even has a whole story / plot to go along with it!

What I love most is how strange the music is. The lyrics “you make me / the happiest of men” should sound happy & romantic.

Yet the over-all tone is somber. The only song I know that’s similar to this is “O Come O Come Emmanuel” (yes, I’m weird when I compare things.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RP4iyJqrPvY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPHh3nMMu-I

Note how they both have upbeat lyrics but the music itself is not (there’s some fancy music lingo to explain this better, but I don’t know how to explain it except this way.

Feel free to add music knowledge in the comments!

BANANA FISH TIME!

*MAJOR NOTE SO YOU’RE NOT CONFUSED:

The following 3 videos all have “Rise” in their titles. 2 also have the same song, but sung differently. I apologize for your confusion. They’re all good.

The 1st doesn’t have the greatest transitions /cuts or over-arching theme (except the beginning) but I like the music.

The 2nd has better transition, but I don’t like the music as much.

The 3rd has better transitions / cuts between scenes & best over-all story feel. But I like the music in the 1st one better.

* I was going to add more, but there’s only so many videos one can add to a post, so there’s going to be a Part 2 (and Part 3, no doubt.)

[sobdasha]

i can’t believe i actually did a seasonally-appropriate thing on time

Machi is reading before class starts when Momiji leans over her desk and says, "You like Momiji, right?"

The book comes up over her face as she slides down in her chair, with a noncommittal sort of noise that's meant to express I am invisible please don't ask loaded questions especially about my likes or dislikes also I'm busy being a robot.

Momiji laughs, long and bright and giggling, and admits, "Okay, that was mean, I know. But you do, right?" he adds, reaching for her book, but only just to point at the bookmark in it. "Like autumn leaves?" This time using the pronunciation that's not a pun on his name.

Machi stares at the bookmark tucked between the pages of Summer-Colored Sigh,

(originally it was going to be the Mogeta manga but you know what, I like this joke, everyone has read Summer-Colored Sigh, remember Hatori "This book is disgusting. … Why are you holding your hand out like that, I'm not going to actually stop, I want to see how absolutely disgusting it is" Souma. Even Tohru has read it you know she did, she has to respect Shigure's author talent. If it's really that dirty then Saki book-clubbed with her and Arisa afterwards just to make sure Tohru didn't get any truly weird ideas from it. They'd offer to do the same for Kyou but Kazuma has also read this book and Saki trusts him to give his boy informative talks. Anyway Machi discovered it in her bag the other day and she assumed Yuki put it there because that seems like the kind of shit Yuki would pull these days, or maybe it's some kind of weird boyfriend hint?? But Yuki would never do that because that would involve admitting he has read the book, which he absolutely has; actually Ayame recommended it to Kakeru and Kakeru was the one who snuck it into Machi's bag, ANYWAY)

the one she made with the red maple leaf, and she scowls with her lips pressed thin in her too-warm face while she considers it, because she doesn't want to admit that the thing she likes about it is Yuki.

"Okay well the reason I'm asking," Momiji continues on, sprinting right over her obstinacy, "is because the autumn foliage at our house is getting ready to peak this week I think and you should come over on our day off to see it! We're really rich, so it's very gorgeous, we've got a lot of old-fashioned houses and traditional gardens, and I'm going to have a picnic with lots of snacks…" He ticks off on his fingers, trailing off, and then flashes her a grin. "So you'll definitely come, won't you?"

"Nnn," says Machi. She tries to slide a little further down in her desk, but it's very difficult with Momiji standing right there and making her have to scrunch up her legs.

Momiji has had a growth spurt, and he is now very tall, and still very German, and perfectly loud. In addition, he has no one to impress here with his new maturity, Tohru being not in their class, and so he crumples his face up in earnest disappointment, and dials the manipulation up to eleven, and pleads like a child half his age: you have to come, you have to, it will be so much fun, please say you'll come, you will come won't you.

And then the next thing you know it's aw, you can't say no to that, Kuragi and why don't you go, Kuragi, and Machi is caving to the peer pressure. Maybe it does sound fun, going out and doing things. Or maybe the point is to go to see if it is fun. Maybe she'll take a ginko leaf back with her so she can throw it in her stupid boyfriend's face.

Yes.

So Sunday finds Machi at the Souma estate, which is indeed as pretentious and historical as Momiji described. It makes her feel a bit like a child again, in an unpleasantly squirmy way.

(There are momiji, red maples, at the gate, tucked among tall pines. Also at the gate is Momiji, looking very aggrieved while some person--arms crossed over their bundled-up layers--lectures him about I opened the gate, it's open, you can bring your friends in through here, stop dragging them through that hole in the wall it's a liability if we get sued that's coming out of your trust fund.)

Hatsuharu is there too, and he gives her a wave when he sees her. There's a whole cluster of people--Hatsuharu introduces a girl named Rin, who gives her her condolences ("So I hear you're dating Yuki"), and a younger girl bites her lip and bounces on the balls of her feet before she bursts out that she's Kisa and this is Hiro. And Kagura is pleased to meet her, as well.

Maybe Momiji and Haru also invited some other friends from their class, taking advantage of the fact that this is a thing Souma can do now? Would having more school people over balance out the former-Zodiac clique-y-ness, or would that just make Machi even more isolated and pushed to the sidelines if she's not the sole focus of Souma attention? Either way idk about any of those kids so you can just imagine them in here if you like. Me, I'm trash for Souma shenanigans.

"Aww, I'm sorry," Momiji tells Machi as they stroll along down the road in a straggling group. "It's so much more fun to sneak in, because then it feels like you're getting away with something! But the family head caught me."

Machi doesn't know how to answer this. Machi doesn't know why this entire family is apparently like this. Machi is unaware that some time from now, when Yuki starts bringing her around to visit officially, he will insist every time on using the hole in the wall just because he can, and she'll know exactly what he means as he takes her hand and tugs her to scramble through and they both emerge with clothes a little rumpled and leaves in their branch-snarled hair.

But for now, Machi tucks her hands in her coat pockets and looks around as they meander to the picnic spot, taking in the riot of green and gold and red and brown, all cluttered and contrasting like clouds of brightly-saturated fog. Dried-up leaves crunch under their shoes, and the disorder makes Machi remember about a book that Yuki shared with her that Honda found for him in the library, all about cottage gardens. His vegetable plot is nice orderly rows, but Honda said this looked more like him, all a jumble of vegetables and flowers and herbs together, growing up even on the roofs of the houses. Machi thought she could love a house like that.

She knows that the Souma gardens aren't really very similar--that they'll be traditional Japanese gardens, a very rigid attempt to recreate the spontaneity of nature, a very controlled effort to emulate chaos, that every unexpected surprise and asymmetrical detail is purposefully planned. That it's perfect.

But it's pretty anyway, the branches of the trees trespassing over the walls that hem everything in, and with everyone chattering around her to fill in the silence it doesn't make her chest feel as tight as she thought. Machi breathes in the crisp, cool late-November air and thinks she's glad to be here.

The group ends up near a pond, probably, because the dark water and the reflections of the leaves on the water and the bright leaves floating on the surface would be really pretty. Maybe there are expensive fish. They'll set up their picnic blanket under some brilliantly red maples. They'll have tea, they'll eat sweets--I tried googling what to eat for autumn leaves viewing but the internet was not particularly helpful, all I really learned is that once again all the amazing KitKat flavors are exclusive to Japan which is Unfair and also that people tempura maple leaves which sounds...not great but maybe I'm wrong.

Also Rin and Machi failed the Bedschel test earlier so now I'm trying to think of interests they all share outside of Yuki and because I am uncreative my answer to this is Mogeta.

Also I'm starting to regret not having Tohru in here. This started with just "Momiji and Machi and excluding Yuki" and then I added the others in because it made logical sense and I thought it would be cute to have Machi bond with the other Souma. And it's most cute of all to have Machi and Tohru bond, as Tumblr fandom keeps reminding me, but unfortunately that is just Too Pure for me to do proper justice and I need to waste my talents on shit like this instead. But it seems really weird for Momiji not to have invited Tohru.

Okay maybe Momiji did invite Tohru, this is a little flimsy because momijigari is a decent window of time unlike, say, cherry blossom viewing, Momiji would have plenty of chances, but let's say he picked this particular weekend and he invited Tohru to quality-time admire some autumn foliage with him (koyo is the same way you write Momiji's name, but pronounced differently, so Momiji purposefully makes this offer around Kyou and makes suggestive faces at Kyou while Tohru isn't looking, while Kyou is like whyyyyy must you pick on me like this). But Tohru was like "Ohh that's really sweet but I'm so sorry, Momiji, Shishou already invited us to the dojo to see the leaves there. But I really really want to see the leaves with you too, so let's make a plan for another day, okay?"

Alright, Kyou, Momiji sees what you did there. Fine then. Fine. You win this round. He'll go autumn leaf hunting with Yuki's girlfriend instead.

This is also better for Yuki not getting an invite, because it wouldn't go well asking Tohru to keep it secret from Yuki.

Anyway I'm sorry Tohru can't bond with them about Mogeta, but we know that Machi and Kagura and Kisa and Hiro (who won't admit it in exactly those terms) are avid Mogeta fans. I expect Momiji likes it too, and that Haru--if he's not watching it on his own--has watched because Kisa is interested in it. I feel like Rin is like Hiro and is like "screw this dumb show" but then binges it lol.

So they chat about Mogeta, and how much they love it, and the weird crap it does, and if the storytelling will turn out to be actually secretly brilliant, and the manga versus the anime, and which opening is best, and Rin's secret Mogeta fanart, fuck you Haru that's not a thing, and after a while they all migrate indoors because trying to all huddle over Momiji's phone to stream episodes together is a huge pain.

There should be a brilliant segue here to lead us into the next section, but I don't have it, so apparently the other thing I decided they should have in common for bonding is video games. They went to Haru's house to watch Mogeta because it was closest or whatever, and he's got game systems scattered around, and in between Mogeta episodes Machi stares at them.

She's vaguely intrigued by the idea of video games, because Kakeru is pretty into them, but she is also definitely distrustful of the idea of video games, because they are Kakeru's thing. But she's curious.

So of course Haru and Rin, who name their children after…Kingdom Hearts characters right???, they are extremely invested in enabling Machi on video games. Shit now all I can think of is my coworker from Bulgaria whose favorite phrase when learning a new skill is "Now I'm not a virgin at this anymore."

A classic game like Tetris does not go over well. The pressure of Tetris fills Machi with screaming, heart-pounding, controller-throwing rage. Possibly Haru and Momiji already guessed this from classroom-trashing rumors and they did not try Tetris.

Man this is when I wish I knew more about video games so I'd know what is more Machi's speed. What is full of wanton destruction?

...I have never played Grand Theft Auto myself but I feel like that is probably. It.

This relates to a prompt that Katia gave me, for Hiro and Kisa and "Teach me how to play?", which I haven't written up yet but which I did plan at least "Haru is playing violent video games and Kisa, who bites people, is like 'Teach me how to play I need to channel my oncoming teen angst and destress' while Hiro's horrified like 'noooooo I know you are a year older than me and all but you're precious and pure and why are you corrupting her, Haru-nii????'"

Consider this that prompt, maybe.

Also this makes me nostalgic for Need For Speed, a game I was never good at and which was a source of endless frustration. But what if they played it to be bad at it? All taking turns and cheering each other on, competing to see who can make the best fiery crash, who can get the most cops following them without getting caught, if you go fast enough can you crash through that fence?? Machi going from deadpan to rage faster than the cars, everyone laughing until they're crying while offering incoherent advice to each other because they can't breathe.

It's very wholesome wanton destruction, and Machi has a lot of fun. Is this what it's like to be Yuki, hanging out with Kakeru, growing as a person???

(Yes, this is exactly what it's like. Good for you, Machi.)

I think the moral of this self-indulgence is that much later, when Yuki actually brings Machi around to introduce his girlfriend officially, everyone at the Main House is like "Uh yeah we've already met her? She's Momiji and Haru's friend and she's cool?? It's weird that you wanted to keep a secret girlfriend from us you creep???" and Yuki's like "fuck you Momiji why are you always like this."

Also I'm thinking now about Yuki having a ginko leaf bookmark because ~he likes yellow~ and like would he make it himself, because handmade and taking care of it and cute? Or would he realize that unlike Machi, who does have fine motor skills but has just stopped caring about effort because trauma, he is not capable of doing something like that neatly just because he concentrated and took his time and maybe if he wants a legit usable bookmark that looks nice and preserves his souvenir he should ask Tohru to make it for him.