#we as in i put them on the stick and my mom grilled it

[kaytheday]

Ace Head Canons nobody asked for because I’m thinking about her again: 

She really likes suckers and gum. It’s the number one thing she’s stealing from the DX anytime they go in to bother Steve and Soda. While Dallas is stealing Winston Cigarettes, Ace is stuffing pink sticks of bubblegum and red cherry suckers in her pockets. And she loves the bubblegum machines that sit in the lobby of nearly every restaurant. Every time they go out to eat, you know she is begging Soda, Steve, Two-Bit, or even Dallas for a nickel to put in that machine. 

“Come on Two-Bit, you gotta have a nickel on you! Don’t hold back! You know, I’ll be less likely to talk if I’m chewin’ gum!” So much begging, sometimes Dallas relents. 

“I gotta nickel you can have, just shut up your whining kid.”

She has one birthday where Steve and Sodapop thought about trying to buy her one of the bubblegum machines. It ended up being too expensive so they recruited Two-Bit and Dallas to help them steal the one in Morty’s bar house and grill. They pulled it off and they gave it to her. (It was the best gift she has received to this day)

She also really likes candy canes around Christmas and those candy cigarettes you get at corner stores. 

Ace also really likes music. Currently (near the events of the musical) she is really into Etta James and her mother’s old Nina Simone records but the reason she fell in love with music was originally because of Billie Holiday. 

As a kid, her mom had one of the original singles of ‘Strange Fruit’ from 1939. It was one of the only things she had left of her mom. (That record and an old pack of cigarettes)

She couldn’t bear to listen to it, but one day she finally did. She cried the first time. She was all of eleven and at this point she knew that greasers shouldn’t cry. But she had learned about the way her dad died recently and her moms notes in the record sleeve didn’t help much at all. 

Since that moment, she was set on finding every Billie Holiday record she could. It would have been pretty hard since Billie died in 1959 and many of her records were banned in more conservative communities. Another reason Ace likes her. 

In her obsession, she turned Johnny on to Billie Holiday. It was one of those nights when Johnny couldn’t stay at home, he felt he was overstaying his welcome at the Curtis home, and god only knows what Dallas was getting up to. She convinced Johnny to come home with her and Steve to their aunt's house. 

Ace turned on a Billie Holiday record and Steve started making fun of her but Johnny just listened and commented quietly. 

“I really like the song Ace. She sounds tuff.” Ace simply stuck her tongue out at Steve and turned back to Johnny. 

“Thanks Johnny, you know my momma liked her too?” Now, Johnny and Ace share a love of Billie Holiday. 

Dallas Winston became a sort of older brother for Ace growing up. Most of the gang were but she knew for a fact that Dallas would actually kill someone for her. 

She can remember one time after a Saturday night out when some guys started a fight with their little gang. One of the guys who was hitting her spat out a slur and Dallas went off on him. She’d never seen him so angry. He pulled the guy off of her, cussed him out, and kicked him so hard that his skull cracked open. At least, that’s what she heard from some of the guy's friends the next week. 

It was at that moment, she knew that Dallas Winston was always gonna have her back. 

Just like Dallas will call Johnny and Ponyboy ‘brother’ he’ll call Ace ‘sister’. Like… all the time. 

“What’s goin’ on sistah?” Then he’ll sling an arm around her shoulders and pat her head. “You stayin’ out of trouble Ace kid?” 

Also I’m like 99% sure there was a scene with Ace similar to the instance where Dallas told Johnny and Pony that ‘you guys are like my brothers, like we are in war or something. I’d die for you.’ There has been an instance where he tells Ace the same thing. (Maybe I’ll write that fic one day)  

She won’t tell anyone, but her favorite spot in all of Tulsa is an old Juke Joint on the outskirts of town that Two-Bit told her about. Two-Bit was a regular, not necessarily going for the music but for the booze. 

Ace likes to go for the music though. One of her favorite instruments in jazz is the trumpet, she likes it when they play it so loud that it makes that shrill vibrato sound. Ace made quick friends with Rosalind who was the bartender and head chef of the Double Deuce. (The Double Deuce was a real Juke Joint in Tulsa, let me know if you want the sources.) 

Sometimes Rosalind will slip her cokes in those old whiskey glasses while Ace is at the counter swaying to the music. Rosalind also knows Two-Bit (and Dallas) and she was happy to learn that Two-Bit had some actual good friends. 

Ace just really likes music and dancing. Two-Bit is her favorite person to dance with other than her brother Steve. He was the first one in the gang that made her feel safe and he is one of the only ones who takes the time and actually likes to dance with her. 

The Double Deuce Juke Joint is her favorite place in all of Tulsa because it is one of the only places where she can let out all those feelings. She can dance as wild and free as she feels on the inside most of the time.

I'll probably do another set of these because I love Ace and have so many thoughts about her and her lore. Thanks for reading!

[autobahnmp3]

gooood evening we successfully grilled meat

[generalllimaginesss]

The Good Old Days

I just feel like Jack would be such a good girl dad and this idea popped into my brain.

When Jack had finally decided to take a more backseat position with professional hockey, it was a decision that both him and his wife made. The money was amazing, but when it was becoming evident that the game was taking a toll on Jack’s body, his wife had brought the idea into his head first. Jack wasn’t going to put the stick down easily, but a bad hit to his shoulder made the decision for him. As much as he dreaded not playing anymore, he was excited because that meant he could help coach on the ice, but be more involved with his family.

Him and his wife had 4 girls: Beck, who had just turned 15, Emerson (aka Emmy) who is 13, and Piper and Presley, twins that brought up the rear at 4 years old. The twins were his last hope at a boy, but it seemed that God had a cruel sense of humor and blessed him with even more estrogen in the home.

There wasn’t anything significant going on this particular night, so Jack decided to invite Cole and Alex over to eat some steaks that he had grilled. Which led to what they were doing now, drinking a couple of beers at the kitchen table and talking about the glory days.

In the midst of talking about some of his favorite plays back in the day, a screech abruptly stops the conversation that Cole was carrying on. Alex and Cole look to Jack for reassurance that everything is ok, but all Jack can do is sigh, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Is everything ok with them?” Alex had a worried look on his face as he looked back and forth from where the screech came from, now replaced with yelling, to Jack who continued to massage the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sure we’re about to find out,” Jack groaned as the sound of stomping came from one side of the house, down the hall, and into the living room revealing a furious Beck. She was holding a poster of a young Joe Burrow in his early NFL career, but there appeared to be sharpie scribbled all over it.

“Dad, I told the twins to stay out of my room and look what they did! Not to mention they dropped my brand new eye shadow palate and broke it! They’re such brats and you and mom let them do whatever they want!” Beck was on the verge of tears, and as if on cue the pitter patter of little feet was approaching quickly.

“Daddy, she’s lying! Beck isn’t right!” The twins protested as they prepared to make the case for their innocence.

“Shut up!” Beck shoved Piper who was trying to cover her big sister’s mouth with her hand, but failed miserably.

Alex and Cole were desperately trying to suppress their laughs, as Jack was already giving them a glare as to say “shut up or you’re going to make it worse.”

“Beck, don’t call your little sister brats—”

“See, they get away with everything because they’re your favorites!” Beck interrupted as her tears were beginning to flow freely.

“If you’d let me finish young lady, I was going to get onto them,” Jack put on a more stern voice while talking to his oldest. He had learned early on that the girls would walk all over him if he let them, so he had to stand his ground. Even though every fiber of him wanted to give Beck a hug and kiss on the cheek and high five the twins for the immaculate mustache that Joe Burrow was now sporting, he was the parent and had to control the chaos.

“Piper and Presley Hughes, did your sister ask you both to stay out of her room?” Jack turned his attention to the twins.

“We didn’t do it daddy,” Piper was the spokesperson for the two, but both had the biggest blue eyes that screamed they were innocent.

“Oh really? So why are there sharpie hearts all over Presley’s arms and smiley faces on Piper’s cheeks and forehead?” Jack raised an eyebrow at the little ones.

He watched as the twins looked at the art that each one had decided to draw on themselves, realizing that they had been caught.

“Piper made me do it, Daddy,” Presley’s bottom lip quivered as a tear ran down her cheek.

“Presley made me do it!” Piper quickly followed, tears brimming her eyes as well.

Jack was unsure how he had 3 girls crying in front of him and how in the world he was responsible for them. Being a middle brother didn’t exactly prepare him for the task of being a girl dad, but he was trying his best and learning along the way.

Jack heard a vehicle pull into the garage, signaling that his saving grace, his wife, had arrived home.

“Do we want to get mom involved, or can we apologize to each other and help Sister clean her room?” Jack put the options out for the girls, their eyes growing in worry that their mom would be involved in the little spat between the three of them.

“Sissy, we’ll help clean,” the twins quickly ran from the kitchen to their older sister’s bedroom.

“Dad, they literally just went back into my room without my permission!” Beck whined, apparently choosing the latter decision.

Before Jack could say anything, his wife walked through the door from the garage and sat down her bag that she carried to and from her teaching job.

“I’m home! Alex, Cole, it’s so good to see you both!” She obliviously made her way to give the two a hug, unaware of the ordeal going on in front of her.

“Hey babe,” She kissed Jack on the cheek and then went to give Beck a kiss on the forehead when she saw the poster in her hand.

“What’s this?” She asked, grabbing the poster from her daughter and assessing the damage that had been done to it.

“Your spawns and their idea of fun,” Beck grumbled and made her way back to her room.

“What did I miss?” She asked Jack, confused as to what the big problem was.

“MOM!” Beck’s voice echoed across the house, and Jack was sure that the entire neighborhood could hear it. His wife immediately ran to the source, leaving Jack alone with Alex and Cole once more.

“Should we come back later?” Cole questioned his friend.

“Please don’t leave me,” Jack was partially joking, but Cole and Alex laughed nonetheless.

Jack braced himself once more when he heard footsteps come from the hallway that lead to the girls’ rooms, but once he realized that it was Emmy, his tension eased and he motioned for her to come sit with him.

“Mom is grounding them,” She said, rolling her eyes as she could hear Beck’s protests.

“She’s a lifesaver,” Jack shook his head and grinned.

“You should’ve just had boys, Dad. I’m the only normal one and you know it,” Emmy smirked at her dad, knowing the button to push to put him into defensive mode.

“Why do you all think I have a favorite? I love you all the same!” Jack’s voice raised an octave as he was determined to convince his daughter, and now his friends, that he didn’t have a favorite.

Cole and Alex laughed at Emmy, finding it humorous that she had Jack’s personality, just in a teenager form.

“Emmy, have you studied for your math test tomorrow?” Her mom appeared from the hallway with inquisitive eyebrows and crossed arms.

“Mom…” Emmy groaned, but knew that was her queue to retreat to her room before getting her iPod taken away.

“Jack, we need to work on your discipline skills,” his wife smirked at him as she wrapped her arms around him and replaced Emmy’s spot in his lap with herself.

“Birth control, guys….just use it,” Jack deadpanned.

He joked about it, but he couldn’t picture his life any differently. He had 5 girls that he loved so very much, even if they drove him absolutely crazy sometimes.

“So Jack,” Alex spoke up, “…did Ellen and Jim have a favorite?”

“Oh, most definitely me,” Jack chuckled, but his friends laugh bounced off the ceiling around the kitchen.

“Jack,” his wife stood up from his lap, thumping his ear before she left the room.

“Love you!” He called to her, finding joy in getting on her nerves.

If somebody would have told the three men sitting at the table that this would’ve been their future when they were in their early 20s, they would’ve denied it.

But now that the time is here, they cherish these chaotic nights, knowing one day the house will be quiet, the visits with friends less frequent, and the good old days but a mere unspoken memory.

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Double post in one day? I think so. You couldn’t tell by my writings, but I’m a die hard Quinn fan. I just think Jack would be such a funny dad and I love writing about him like that. Also I have major baby fever right now…..but ANYWAYS. Thanks for reading!!! Please send in request as my good ideas feel like they are few and far between! If you want a specific person or plot, let me know and I’d love to make it come to life through writing!! Winter break just began and I have time!!

[extinctcorruption]

Everybody always says home is a person, not a place. I disagree. My home is my house. An old building refurnished, partly under construction at the moment. It is the place where I grew up sharing a room with my sister. The big room, that is now my parents room. The banister made out of wood planks, whole tree trunks and old windows we found. The banister that took a long time to actually be made. The bookshelves with my parents books, now upstairs since we redecorated. I remember pulling books out and putting them in my shelf because I thought they looked interesting. The kitchen counters downstairs that many of our cats jumped on just to get shooed down again. Our garden where I used to make mud-potions and climb on the tall chestnut tree, giving my mom a fright. The elevated flower beds my dad built himself. The fire-pit where we grill and poke around the flames with sticks. Our patio where we dye our hair so it doesn’t stain our bathroom sinks. All those memories are contained in that house, that place. It is my home. I will always come back to it. One way or another. That place is my home.

[generalluxun]

Gift Giving- An Aro Alix Kubdel Ficlet

Second Pride Month ficlet. This one taking pace in what is very clearly an early divergence AU so, the specific time doesn't matter much. 😁 This one was longer than the 750 limit, but I didn't want to shave any off so, oh well, 978 words it is.

“Should I get her chocolate? Chicks dig chocolate, right?”

“Alix, you’re a ‘chick’ too, you know.”

“Ehn, still up in the air.”

Marinette leaned around the display to peer at her friend. Alix was setting down a small gold-wrapped and expensive looking box. Caught, she snatched her hand back quickly, sticking her chin out and tilting her head up at the same time.

“What?” She challenged.

Marinette blinked, “What what? You literally pulled me here after school.” She rubbed one wrist as she looked around the gift shop and mumbled, “How do you do that on wheels.”

Alix shuffled over to some cards. “You were just going to go moon over some new pictures of Adrien anyway.” 

Marinette adjusted her backpack, which completely coincidentally happened to contain the latest issue of La Verve Paris and a 10 page spread on Adrien. The scrapbooking tools already laid out on her desk at home could be for anything.

“Why me though?” She deflected.

Alix was frowning at a card she’d picked up. She opened it, made a face, and put it back down again. Her hand moved back to it, but became a fist. She let out a frustrated growl.

“Because you and Alya are like, best friends. You’ll know what she would like.”

Marinette beamed at the thought of being helpful. “Okay, you got it! So what’s the occasion?”

Alix shuffled to a shelf with some figurines on it and poked one despondently. “Three month anniversary.”

“So cool! The three month anniversary is very important. You have to-” Marinette’s brain caught up with her mouth, “Wait, whaaat?”

She grabbed Alix by the shoulders, looking her in the eyes, “Anniversary? Dating? You and Alya? How do I not know about this?”

Alix squirmed free, “I don’t know. It’s not like… a thing.”

Marinette took a deep breath, calming herself. She was fine, it wasn’t a thing, no big deal…

“When did you start dating?” She yelped.

Alix shrugged, siddling to another shelf. “Iunno. It just kinda happened. She’s cool, right?”

Marinette followed, “Cool, right, very cool. You know that, I know that, but…” she pleaded with her eyes for more.

Alix sighed and gestured vaguely. “Well, she was always running off after Ladybug -Did you know she can do some wicked Parkour?- and getting herself in trouble. I just… followed her a couple times, my wheels made it easy. I pulled her fat out of the fire, but she would keep at it. She always wanted those pictures, and the latest scoop. Nothing slowed her down. Eventually I had her give me the camera. Wheels, right? I can get in and get out. She’d want info though after an akuma so she’d spend all night grilling me. Her mom makes awesome food by the way. Since we already hung out a lot, and she’s a hottie, when she asked I said yeah.”

Alix shrugged again.

“It’s no big deal.”

It was a lot to take in, but it made Marinette smile, “That sounds so cute! A match made in danger!”

Alix grimaced.

Marinette scooted back in, taking a porcelain elephant out of Alix’s hands and swapping it with a half kilo bag of fine ground coffee and a mug that read, ‘I’ll sleep when I’m published.’ The mug had a stuffed bear stitched to look like it was sleeping tucked inside.

Alix examined the offerings, “This is good for an anniversary?”

Marinette nodded, “You see the bear is a classic and coffee she likes but it also says ‘I want to stay awake and spend more time with you’ and-”

“Ouch!” Alix had looked at the price tags while Marinette rambled.

Marinette wilted a little, “Too much? I can pick out something cheaper…”

Alix glared at the numbers a moment longer as if she might intimidate them into vanishing. “It doesn’t matter, I can kiss new bearings for my skates goodbye for a while, no matter what.”

Her expression shifted from anger to resignation, and even timid.

She asked, “She’ll like them though?”

Marinette nodded, but also tried gently to take the mug from Alix. “You know, Alya’s not like that. If it’s a problem right now, I’m sure you don’t need to get her anything.”

Alix pulled it back quickly, snapping, “Yes I do. You don’t understand.”

Marinette held up her hands, “Seriously, Alya won’t think you love her less, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Ugh!” Alix threw down the gifts.

Marinette saved the mug by a quick dive. She blinked at Alix’s back as the other girl stalked away. In five steps though she’d turned around and trudged back. She crouched and helped Marinette up.

“Sorry,” She grated, brushing Marinette off. “You don’t get it though.”

Marinette held onto the gifts, “Tell me?”

Alix pulled her cap off and ran a hand through her hair. She gave the bag in Marinette’s hand a desultory swat with her hat. “I hate this stuff. Well, not hate, I just think it’s lame. it’s all schmoopsy junk to me. Alya likes it though, and she deserves it. It’s just not easy for me. Some people know when you are just supposed to. I don’t, but I can remember dates and times. One month, three months, six months, birthdays, holidays, you get the idea.”

Alix replaced her cap and took the gifts.

“That way, she gets what she deserves, even if I don’t understand it.”

Marinette thought about that long enough for Alix to start shuffling her feet awkwardly. Finally Marinette plucked the coffee from Alix’s hands and replaced it with a card. “Write what you just told me, in here. This’ll cost you half as much and she’ll like it ten times more.”

Alix fumbled the card uneasily, opening it to the blank interior. Her features set slowly and she glanced hopefully up at Marinette, “You really think so?”

[bengiyo]

Step by Step Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week on HR violations, Jeng faced the weight of the homophobia on the board of the company and apologized for inconveniencing them with his queerness. He convinced Pat to stick around and commit to the proposed test of their project and joined the new bubble at work of all of the people who know about them and support them. Though they were required to complete this ad campaign with no money, they used Ying’s skills as a fic writer and Pat’s former relationship with Put to pull off the campaign. Put was also forced to essentially closet himself and play up his fake relationship with his costar. Jaab and Jen are a hot mess, because now Jen is all the way in Japan. Unfortunately, Jeng blew it and used his own money for ads, undercutting Pat’s success. Pat, understandably furious, has broken up with Jeng and left Jian Group. Jeng fell right into his dad’s trap.

Two years later? The girlies are going to riot.

Okay, I love that they formed their own team, and also that the Wi-Fi password is so easily compromised.

So Pat, Ae, and Chot run a successful ad company together, and are about to compete with Jian Group for the Fjord contract. I am excited.

New Intro song in the finale??

I’m with Chot. I don’t care about all this other gay drama. I wanna qiqi with my former work besties if we are at an event together.

I love Chot and Nan so much it makes me feel silly. Chot has to rush off because he knows Pat and Jeng are gonna mess each other up again.

I know meeting Jeng is a stressful situation, but Pat didn’t wash his hands!!!

I get Pat’s stress. The entire problem with Jeng was about Jeng flirting through work. I’m totally with Pat on not accepting overtures that are tied to work.

Damn, Jaab ain’t have to cut his brother like that, comparing his behavior with Pat to their dad’s with Jeng.

I’m enjoying the cross-cutting on the different pitches.

Oh shit, Pat is bitter bitter.

Okay, I’m with Tae. He extended the correct professional courtesy by offering the karaoke night ad campaign to Pat’s company. It’s not his fault that Pat always suspects Jeng of trying to manipulate them into contact.

My man is eating sad noodles and chicken!!!

Chot realized things were bad enough that he called in Pat’s dad.

Ying is now a successful BL writer. OMG.

I feel so bad for Pat. He’s right that Jeng’s presence brings into question any accomplishments he had. Sure they got the Forge account, but Pat can’t be sure that Jeng wasn’t involved somehow. It’s really sad that Jeng perverts acts of service as a love language.

I am still with Tae. My dude said he is tired of these two sucking all the life out of the room. They need to grill this beef and eat it.

My current sexuality is Pat in these blue jeans and this oversized black shirt with a slutty amount of chest showing.

I love when people write and delete messages in modern dramas. That’s so real.

I just know Up suggested he dance.

GOOD NEWS! Chot and his man are still together!

Shrimp nuggets?? I’m gonna McFuckinLoseIt.

Up Poompat is so goddamn pretty. Holy shit.

Sometimes the only person who can really kick you out of your romantic shit is your ex.

Karaoke emotional processing? Bracing.

I’m feeling a bit mixed on the kitchen reconciliation. I don’t think Pat should apologize about being irrational, but I can accept that ghosting Jeng may have felt like too much. Overall, I’m okay with them recognizing that they’re still stuck on each other and want to sort that out. Im okay with them taking it slowly.

I respect the dad for leaving to give them space to work this out.

Jeng traveled with that porridge. How is it so hot? Or did they just throw it in a microwave?

Oh, roleplaying a new first meeting is kind of cute.

He wore all blue to quit his job. I’m so glad this man finally quit his job.

I want some green curry now, too.

Very excited to meet Jeng’s mom. She has two queer sons. She has stories.

So if Pat started this show at 25, turned 26, broke up with Jeng, and now it’s been two years, Pat should be 29, right?

I am with Pat. It hurts to be called your partner’s friend, especially when they know.

So they really had Jeng cover his lips in white icing and then kiss Pat.

Okay so the rest of that was wind down.

Final Verdict: 7.5, Recommend for Fans of Queer Cinema. Despite how much I enjoy the characters and the performances, none of the elements of this show fully connect for me into something greater than the sum of their parts, and I feel like we had to work far too hard to understand the intent of much of it. In many ways it has the opposite problem of A Boss and a Babe, which cared more about character moments than big thematic ideas. This show cares a lot about its ideas about queer people in the workplace, but struggled to use its queer characters to elegantly express them.

[the-night-writer1]

Lil boys Big City

When shanyao and Red boy are deaged into small children by yin and jin with none of their future memories. They must navigate Megalopolis to get to at least one of their parents.

How'd Shan get here? The little guy was confused on what was going on and why he was in a massive jacket. Pigsy was gonna be so mad that he was clearly too far away from the shop. He didn't have his inhaler either, he had a phone though! When did he get a phone?

"Are you okay?" A red headed boy asked, his clothes didn't fit either. He was nice, maybe he knew what part of the city they were in.

"Do you know where we are?" Shanyao asked before coughing in his hand. He really needed to get home, he clearly had a cold.

"No but I can probably summon my mama " The boy said as he rubbed Shan's back," we just need soft dirt and then I can summon her ok?"

"Okay, I'm Shanyao but everyone calls me Shanny " Shan said as he coughed into his hand again . Before he could even complain he was being piggybacked by the Red head with a cheerful smile. He wanted to call dadsy but he didn't know the phone password so this Boy's mom was their only option.

"I'm Red boy! Not to be confused with my brother Red Son. Don't worry I'm really strong so you just save your energy " Red boy said cheerfully as he started walking and looking around. The houses in this village were tall, so how would he find a mount of dirt? This kid needed medicine and they surely had some at the fortress!

" we're close to the big park at that stop sign turn right" Shanyao stated as he pointed to the sign up ahead. Got love his navigation skills from collecting cans for money. So he at least knew where the parks were.

"Oh okay! Away we go!" Red boy said as he did as instructed . As he carried Shanny he made reassuring small talk," Don't worry we had tons of medicine at home. We'll help you feel better. "

" I just need my inhaler and an anti inflammatory" Shan said softly as he coughed into his hand again. Thus kid was nice but weird. Shan was a bit weird himself so he didn't mind. It took a little while to get to park. Where Red boy made sure to find a nice shady spot to put his sick friend before finding a stick.

"Just give me five minutes then I'll summon mama. Her symbol takes a little while " Red boy said as he went to draw the symbol in the dirt. What he wouldn't give to be able to create it with bite.

"Okay" shanyao said giving him a thumbs up before coughing a bit harder. He was tired. He really had a cold huh? Pigsy be so mad he left the shop.

To say Red boy's mom looked confused was an understatement when she showed up. Red boy grabbed her hand and didn't seem to notice her confusion, " Mama my new friend needs medicine! His name is shanyao and he's wheezing mama!"

"Red boy?" Iron fan asked as she was being dragged by her suddenly child son to a suddenly child version of Macaque's student, " shanyao?"

"Hello" Shanyao said with a tired wave. Iron fan quickly picked him up, it be better to get them both to Red son for analysis. Lil Shanyao was so light and it was concerning, " can we call my daddy he'll be concerned I'm not home "

"Of course dear" Iron fan said softly as she rubbed the small child's back gently. He clearly wasn't feeling well and she couldn't help but baby him ," what about we get you both in better fitting clothes "

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"And Red son said the effects will last a few weeks " Iron fan said over the phone as Shanyao was asleep on DBK. Red boy was playing with blocks.

"My boy's going to be a child for a few weeks?" Pigsy said concerned as he went to grab a notebook, " I still got the recipes I made fer him when he was lil. He had a picky palette thanks to all the meds. Tomato soup is always a good call I'll text ya the recipe he likes and how to make the grilled cheese with it.We'll come get him around 8 after the dinner rush so tang can safety check his room."

"If he needs to stay the night that's fine Pigsy. We have doctors here if he needs them and he's fallen asleep on my dear husband's chest" Iron fan said reassuringly as she watched Dbk gently rub the Boy's back with his finger. One of the few areas of her husband that was still fluffy. It seemed to be the perfect place for a lil child to sleep.

"Oh ya got send pictures " Pigsy said with a chuckle, " I got add that to the album"

" oh of course " Iron fan said with a giggle.

[redrydersrequiem]

Reunited chapter 8

Ok people here we are. This isn’t a terribly long chapter cause i felt it ended really well and didn’t want to role it into the next one. Again im a baby fanfic writer this isnt prof read, I’m just writing to write. Love you all who read this.

Your pov

The week went by both fast and slow. Early mornings of breath/physical training, fishing and gathering breakfast mixed with afternoons of swimming with ilus and training to ride skimwings. It was particularly funny when lyles skimwings squirted him right in the face like a water gun when he tried to “bond” with the animal. I wanted to stick to the ilus more no offense to the skimwings but if I was going to fly it would be with my ikran.

Speaking of toothless, once we got settled and found where the ikrans roosted while we were near the ocean we made it a point to regularly take them out for flights gliding around the ocean territories and exploring well into the evenings. Fun outings with the kids and quality time learning with neytiri, since she was one of my only native friends, I spent my days waiting for the approach of the predestined date.

Spiders pov

Todays the day. By the end of the week I could finally be a Navi. At long last.!!!! The last week has been fun, further bonding with mom, dad and my new uncles/aunts/older siblings (since some of them act like babies). The sully kids have all been by me the entire time, neteyam and lo’ak pumping me up with stories of what i will be able to do once i transfer. Tuk just always cheered a bundle of sunshine whenever she was around just saying she couldn't wait for me to be more like all of them. Kiri was different though she always makes sure I'm in a good mental and emotional place about what's about to happen. Telling me to truly think and meditate on what i wanted but i found her worries while well founded weren’t needed, i was ready. I've wanted this since I was old enough to have wanted it. It's like….

“Lets go spider "I hear dad yelling, waiting for me as mom and all the sullys stand waiting for me to board our ikrans and take off. Uncle Lyle was put in charge of the group till we got back, he hugged me lightly and told me he couldn’t wait to see call me a blueberry, and finally get his revenge for all the teasing i've been through in at everyone. I just take it in stride saying goodbye to everyone and heading over to mom. She gets me settled on toothless as we all take off. Ready to start a new chapter of my life.

Your pov

Jake and neytiri lead the pack, the kids not far behind them as miles and I take up the caboose.It takes the majority of the day after the early morning take off to reach the edge of the Forest, before we take a break for the night, not wanting to fly in the dark as it's unsafe. We all grill some food and have a nice night listening to the familiar sounds of the forest.

As soon as there was light we started the final stretch back into the failure land. It’s not until Jake starts banking upwards that I grow concerned.

“Where are we going?” i com to jake

“You’ll see y/n”

It’s not till we enter a giant cavern. Tents and pods set up on floating rope bridges and hanginging platforms that I realize. The beautiful wooden village i had seen so long ago through grace and jakes recording, is well and truly gone.

Cheers fill the air as the omatikaya see their former olo’eyktan and his family return. We all hop off quickly, other Navi coming up to help us with the little luggage we had before we all walk over to the growing group of Navi. A younger male walks forward with the garb of the olo’eyktan covering him, while an older woman dressed in the garbs of the Tsahik follows the kids all running to her with the word grandma tumbling from their lips. Jake and Neytiri step up saying their hellos. The man from earlier now addresses jake. The two exchange greeting before jake turns to my family

“Y/n, quartich this is tarsem. He took over the role of olo’eyktan when my family left.”

“We see you olo’eyktan.” Miles, spider and I all greet. Tarsem reciprocating the gesture

“And this is mo’at the clans tsahik and neytiri's mother.”

We repeat the gesture, her doing the same before excusing herself from her grandchildren’s grasps to come over to us.

“Mo’at will be the one who will perform the transfer ceremony”

“Thank you ma’am i couldn't begin to describe how much this means to me,” filling miles hand on my shoulder i turn my head to him.

“To us ma’am” Miles says nodding to the older women in front of him.”

Moat simply tilts her head her eyes studying miles and i

“So you’re the sky demon who led the charge all those years ago?”.. I feel all the air leave my body trying to gulp it back down, ready to speak up in miles defense but he beats me to it. Stepping in front of me

“Yes, that was the old me. If you want your revenge do so now , just don't deprive my son of the gift ive been given. That’s all I ask..”

Mo’at simply stares at miles, his ears and tail twitching worriedly alongside mine, even though he keeps his face set in his stony expression. I'm about to intervene but neytiri grabs me shaking her head. I hear mo’at simply tut at miles unflinching in her stance

“The past is just that, the past. Eywa has shown me your path, showed me your change, she has blessed you and your compatriots so i will follow in her stead……. Welcome to our village”

I almost feel like falling over before the calling of our names comes from the back of the group. Norm and a few other avatars, all coming to greet us all.

“Hey norm- jake

“Hi norm- you

“Spellman-miles

We all greet Norm. He just smiles, patting Jake's arm before giving spider and I a hug, nodding at miles.

“Oh my eywa y/n, it's so good to see you.”

“You as well norm i can even begin to start, thanks for everything you’ve done for spider. Growing up and now.”

“It’s nothing i actually kind of like the kid

“Just like me! norm that's cold.” Spider says as he advances on norm trying to pull at the avatar's tail. Norm simply laughs batting away spiders hits

“I can’t believe you guys grew me an avatar without me knowing”

“That’s the point of a surprise.” Norm jokes back. “Anyway, would you guys like to see it.” Norm asks excited to show off the project hes worked on the past five years.Everyone in the group nods eagerly.

“Ok well we’ll have to go in groups then.”

“You three go ahead.” Jake says gesturing to us.

“We can see him later right, kids?” they all sigh out a fine but I can tell they won't be so easily stopped. I simply smile at them as we follow Norm through the village towards the labs.

Once near norm tells us to wait a minute so he can end the link with his avatar and show us around. I just take the moment to continue to try and calm the growing anxiety in my body. I can tell Miles has noticed but before he can say anything the dorms open once more, a human norm now looking up at us and handing us masks. Kneeling through doorways and having to duck around machines and tucking our tails to our bodies we make it into the incubation room. A group of them stand around four in total. Only two are being used. Taking in the figure in the first tank my eyes widened.

“It’s grace” i gasp out turning norms head

“Yeah, that's a very long story. It’s probably best for now to just focus on Spider. Ok?”

“Ok” :(

“Here his, is this way.”

Miles and Spider follow Norm but I can’t help but stay behind. Entrapped by the sight of Grace's avatar floating sleepily in the liquid, unmoving and unchanging, from how I saw her all those years ago. I know she's not there, that this is just her avatar but it brings tears to my face. I respected grace so much. She was witty and brash but caring. Willing to do whatever she had to to help people, to help further others lives through knowledge. She was truly one of a kind. And to see her now just asleep, I couldn't decide what to feel so I simply pressed my forehead to the container, closing my eyes and saying my goodbyes to the former scientist. Saying a prayer for her before leaving to join my family.

Spider miles and norm all stand in front of the last pod. Spider pressed against it as hard as he could. The glass leaving marks on his scrunched up little face

The avatar looks just like he did in the video we saw. Gently swaying and twitching in the amniotic fluid

“I'm happy to say he's developed excitingly well, all vitals are good, all he's waiting for is to bond with his host. Spider runs around hugging the man tightly, miles and I just watch on with a smile. The other scientist, namely Max and Abby come see us and we all talk for a moment, before a call for help comes from the front door. The sully kids are all standing there waiting to see their brother's avatar. I smile at them as they expertly make their way around the lab to go stand with Spider. The room becomes cramped so miles and I leave, heading back to the heart of the village to find Jake again.

“Hey jake”

“Hey how was it?”

“It’s amazing he can’t wait”

“Good mo’at says the ceremony will be ready by eclipsed just…

“……”

“Are you all sure about this?”

“We’re ready” Miles answers for us. Noticing I was at a loss for words. Bickering turns our heads as The adults all now watching the kids filter back to us. Neytiri notices im quiet from her peripheral,

“Are you ok?” she asks me quietly.

“Is it possible y to rest somewhere before dinner?”

Neytiri smiles, taking my hand and gently leading me away from the group. I don't notice the worried look mile fix’s me with as he watches me walk away

Miles pov

Watching y/n walk away I could tell her mood had drastically changed since we first landed here. I feel Spider tap my hip, looking at him I see he has a worried expression on his face as well watching neytiri and his mother leave.

“Excuse us,” I say to those around us. Spider and I are going after his mother. Seeing neytiri exiting she gives me a knowing look before pointing to the tent she had led me to. Opening it I see the lanterns are low as y/n is laid on a mat curled in on herself. Worrying her tail between her hands.

“Darlin?” Y/n doesn’t answer so i simply nod to spider seeing if maybe he can get her to answer. “Mom?.” Spider asks but I can see even that is only met with a twitch of her ear. Well this isn't working plan c then. I grab Spider and place him on the other side of y/n so she's facing him before cuddling up behind her. My arms wrapped her in my embrace, feeling her lightly sniffling. Spider even joins our pile. Hugging his mother around her waist waiting for her to speak first.

“Darlin what’s wrong, what happened?”

“Nothing ,

“Darlin, i know when you get inside that head of yours

“It’s nothing”

“Y/n”

“Fine ok…….. It’s that just so much has happened in such a short time. We’ve come back from the dead twenty years old, reunited with our now teen son, to then have to protect him from Ardmore the entire time he's with us. To now running from the rda and trying to find a home in this world. And now it's all about to change again. I think it's all just catching up with me. Im sorry”

“It’s ok mama, nothings going to change ill just be taller”

She laughs out at that. Bringing a smile to both Spider and i’s faces.

“I guess seeing Grace's avatar just sitting there it dawned on me how much has actually changed how much time has truly passed.

Spider im sorry i want this for you i truly do, i just wish i could have experienced everything with you from the start.

“Well if that's the issue darlin we could always start again. Have another little quartich running around” I say purring into my mates ear

“Miles!/ dad gross”

I just laugh, though the thought of seeing y/n pregnant again does bring a pur from my throat.”

Your pov

I hear miles pur behind me and have to nudge him with my elbow even though he's being naughty the thought does grow a feeling in me. We'll have to come back to that thought though.

“Miles behave”. Fine fine he says but continues to nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck.

“Anyway spider i just want to make sure this is without a doubt what you want

“It is momma. Without a doubt it is.”

“Good That’s all i need, do you mind if we just stay here though. Just till the ceremony?

“That’s fine momma spider says laying back down beside me so i can cuddle him to me.

“Thank you my baby

*Authors note i did the best to make some clothes using doll divine*

The rest of the evening is filled with cuddles, before Jake comes and checks in, telling us the run down of the ceremony and giving us some fancier clothes and paints for Spider.We were able to convince miles to wear the traditional garb all be somewhat more covering then most. Neytiri had given me a beautiful set of purple beaded and braided clothing. I felt beautiful but it didn't ease my troubles, we painted the markings onto Spider preparing him for his big moment.

After everyone was dressed , eclipse had fully settled into the forest, all the plants coming to life. Jake ushers us on our ikrans towards the tree of souls, the roar of the villagers voices reaches my ears as we descend towards the glowing forest floor. Miles and I are both on Spiders' sides, our hands on his shoulders as we approach the pink glowing tree. All three of us were in awe at the spiritual sight, Never having seen it before.Mo’at, neytiri and Jake all stood at the base of the tree, their kids all taking up space in the front row singing out with the other villagers. I see norm and another avatar come forward holding Spider's avatar now dressed and painted similarly to Spider minus the mask. His lengthy form looks so peaceful like its ready for what is about to happen

They place the avatar in front of mo’at. The tsahik maneuvers his body into a laying position one hand crossed over the other arm. Connecting his que to the glowing foliage around him. One last hug from everyone and he's ready. We all watch as he moves forward laying in the same position as his avatar. I watch in fascination as glowing moss starts to cover them. Attaching them to the earthen floor as though it was eywa herself embracing them.

Neytiri comes to my side nodding telling me everyone will be ok. She knows the anxiety I feel having gone through the same with jake. So she takes my hand miles holding my other one as well as watching mo’at begin to chant. I hear nothing but my own heart beat, not the singing going on around me or the echos of a heart beat that goes through the ground from the tree.

Miles is just as worried as me not taking his eyes off spider for a second, every inch of him stiff as a board.

Mo’at is still chanting the very air around us, feeling charged when she suddenly stops silencing everyone. I can’t help but perk up even more watching and waiting for any sign that my baby is ok. I watch the moss recede from Spider's skin, I step up wanting to see him, but once I'm there I'm unable to move. Neytiri sees this and comes up to me, guiding me into removing the mask on Spider 's precious human face and setting it beside him. He looks so peaceful. Like if I didn’t know better I could say he's just asleep. Neytiri gently nudges me, her eyes telling me all is well as I place a final kiss on my baby head. Caressing his golden hair before moving over to his avatar.

Miles comes up as we both watch with bated breath for any sign of movement.

His ears twitch lightly a gasp coming out of my mouth as now golden eyes stare up at me

“Hi mom.”

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[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted (epilogue)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings/Content: Major fluff, kids/pregnancy, Pete & Kells being cute dads

Really short. I just couldn't help myself.

And wanted is COMPLETE!

Ten Years Later

“Can you hurry up? We’re starving,” I say teasingly as I sidle up to Colson. He’s standing over our grill, flipping burgers, but his free arm surrounds my shoulders. He sets the spatula aside and turns to face me.

“We, huh?” He asks, hand going to my swollen belly. 

“I’ve told you,” I say, looking up at him. He looks so handsome in his sunglasses, his face tan. “You and Pete make giant babies. Those fuckers make me hungry.”

Colson laughs and bends to kiss me, giving my belly a little rub. “Sorry,” he says with a smile, but I know he isn’t. I’ve never seen the boys prouder than they are of their children, running around and not yet born alike. 

I glance out at the yard where Pete has our son James in a swing, making him laugh hard, a laugh that’s identical to Colson’s, just in a higher pitch. He looks like Colson, too, blue eyes and a cheesy smile. Stick skinny. 

But Scott, James’s little brother, is just as skinny. They take after their dads. Scott is my bookworm, sitting at the table with his bony knees pulled against his chest, a book propped on top of said knees. He starts first grade in the fall and is already reading at a third grade level. I let go of Colson long enough to drop a kiss on Scott’s head, his hair brown just like Pete’s.

Each time I’ve gotten pregnant, we haven’t bothered to do a paternity test. It doesn’t matter. Colson and Pete are both the father to our children. But as the boys grew from babies to toddlers, it was pretty obvious who came from who. Not that it matters. Colson and Pete love our boys the same, a fierce, protective love that takes my breath away. 

I waddle to a chair and take a seat, running my hand over my belly. I can’t wait to see what they’ll be like with a daughter. The protectiveness is only going to get worse, even though I warned them that if they’re those misogynistic dads that won’t let their daughter date, I’ll leave their asses fast. They both assured me they’ll behave, but we’ll see what happens sixteen years from now.

“Mommy!” James is breathless as he bounds onto the deck, and I lift my three year old into my lap. 

“Hi honey,” I say, brushing back his sweaty blonde hair. 

“I’m hungry,” he says, leaning his head on my chest.

“Tell your daddy that,” I say, and just like that, James is off my lap and has an arm wrapped around Colson’s leg. 

Pete chuckles and sits beside me, his hand going to my belly. They can never keep their hands off my belly, either of them, but I don’t mind. It’s just a reminder of how lucky I am to have two dads to help me care for the kids. 

“Scotty,” I say. He peeks up above his book. “Time to eat. Put the book away for now, sweetheart.”

Scott pouts but does as he’s told, his little hand slipping an alien bookmark between the pages and setting his book on the table. Colson comes over with James on his shoulders and a platter of burgers. 

“Dinner is served,” he says, setting it down. And then, it’s the chaos of making plates for two young boys, then plates for a hungry mom and two very tall dads with big appetites. It’s a good thing Colson grilled a lot of burgers. 

The back gate swings open and both boys gasp, wriggling out of their chairs to sprint across the yard, unison squeals of “Aunt Casey!” blurted out as they run to Pete’s sister. She scoops up James and hugs Scott with her other hand. Pete’s mom is close behind with some sort of dessert, and Scott rushes to her. She bends down to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

She comes over and kisses my cheek first, then loves on her son and son-in-law. We consider ourselves spouses even though we aren’t married. Colson fixes Casey and her mom a plate, and as they sit down, the gate opens again, and Casey and Grandma become old news as Nana, my mom, enters the backyard. More shrieks erupt as the boys bombard my mom, this time Scotty making it first to be scooped into her arms. She greets us all lovingly and sits down, Scott in her lap. James runs to Pete’s mom and climbs up into her lap, and then we all start eating.

Colson’s dad passed away five years ago. I know it’s hard for him not to have his dad around, but my mom and Pete’s mom have both taken him under their wings. He’s gained two moms in the process of falling for me and Pete. 

As we sit around, enjoying Colson’s grilling and each other’s company, I think back to that day on the couch where I was panicking about what everyone would think. I chuckle to myself when I look at us now, happier than I could’ve ever dreamed.

“What’s funny?” Colson asks, leaning in to kiss me. 

“Nothing,” I say, rubbing my hand over my belly. 

“You doing okay? Need anything?” Pete asks me.

I lean back in my chair and look around, at my babies sitting with their grandmas, spitting images of their fathers; at my two partners, tan and smiling and so happy; at the big belly that carries our daughter, not yet named. 

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, wondering how life could ever be better than this. “Nope,” I say. “Everything is perfect.”

[klcthebookworm]

WIP Wednesday

So Chuck volunteered to go get Milly so he could crawl through the ventilation shafts.

One of the pairs of legs jerked under the blanket and then moved to the side as it sounded like someone sitting up on the mattress. “What’s wrong?” Milly-ma’am’s sleepy voice asked.

“Heard something,” a male answered her with a rough voice. “What the hell are those freaks up to?”

“At this time of night?” Milly-ma’am sounded a little more awake.

“They’re getting antsy and Knives hasn’t done anything to you yet.” A human man wearing just a pair of pajama pants left the bed and stalked to the room’s door. “I’ll just remind them to save it for daylight.”

Chuck held his breath. Had Hannah figured out this chance and that’s why she was so grouchy about the priest?

The black-haired man pressed buttons next to the door. The door didn’t open. He tried again. It didn’t open. “What the hell? It’s locked?”

Fish sticks. Now he had to deal with a guard. Hopefully Hannah wasn’t having problems.

“Let’s rock,” flashed up on his faceshield.

“And ride,” he whispered. He shoved forward. The grill gave way and he curled up in the air so he landed on his feet. He bounced on the mattress. Milly-ma’am squealed and scrambled back toward the wall. Chuck pressed his tail against the mattress to steady himself and pulled the blaster out. He had it out and leveled with both hands like he saw Dad and Vash do by the time the priest whirled around.

“Chuck!” Milly-ma’am exclaimed behind him.

Chuck didn’t twitch. Dad never did and neither did Vash. Wolfwood lifted his hands open wide up by his head. “You are a wrenchhead. I have been kidnapped or captured once a week starting when I was a few hours old and I know only wrenchheads have the keys after you’re locked up.” Chuck smirked. “Only you don’t because we changed the key, we changed the key.” He sang the last bit. Greasepit always hated when he and Hannah sang songs.

“Chuck, how did you get here?” Milly-ma’am asked.

“Rode the bike. Hannah had her look for plant power not on the map so we could get all of you out.”

“Does Hannah know where you are? Does she know you have that gun?”

Chuck jerked and looked over his shoulder at Milly-ma’am. She was frowning. “She gave the blaster to me; I didn’t steal it!”

“And where is Hannah?”

“She went after Vash and Meryl-ma’am.” Chuck turned back to watching Wolfwood. He hadn’t moved.

“So we’re all supposed to meet up and?” Milly-ma’am asked.

Chuck sighed. “Mom’s way. Mom’s way is sneaky. There’s too many of Vash’s sisters here to go boom.”

“Okay, no going boom,” Milly-ma’am said. “And no shooting Mr. Wolfwood.”

“What?”

“If you shoot him, it will make me sad. And it will make Vash sad.”

“He’s a wrenchhead!” Chuck looked over his shoulder at Milly-ma’am. “He had the key; he’s working for Knives!”

Milly-ma’am took a deep breath. “Knives threatened his children. So he has worked for Knives and trying to help Vash. Have your parents or uncles ever pretended to help Limburger to actually stop him?”

Chuck looked back at Wolfwood but he was thinking hard. “I think Uncle Modo had to be a duplicate agent but that was before Hannah so a really long time ago. Limburger doesn’t fall for that now.”

“Wolfwood has been doing the same thing,” Milly-ma’am said. “He has kept me safe from the other Gung-Ho Guns, and he got my stun gun back.”

“Vash needs help to defeat Knives and keep everyone alive,” Wolfwood said.

Chuck snorted. “Good luck getting him to listen to a teamwork lecture. Bro has ignored Hannah about it and you all got kidnapped.” He put the blaster into its holster.

Milly-ma’am sighed and climbed out of the bed. “Okay, I’m not escaping in my pajamas. Nicholas, go change in the bathroom.”

He lowered his hands. “Are you sure about that?”

Chuck rolled his eyes. “I have an older sister. I give her clothes privacy or she’s gonna tie my tail into a knot.” He climbed off the bed and went to the table.

“Fair enough,” Wolfwood said. He gathered his clothes and went through another door next to the bed.

“Knives let you have your stuff?” Chuck asked.

Milly-ma’am dug into her suitcase. “I don’t think Mr. Knives cares since he has Vash. At least, the weird box monster brought back my clothes that it stole.”

“Wow, he really is bad at kidnapping. Limburger’s goons know to shake us for stuff Hannah can use to blow up everything.”

“They’ve had practice. Now face the wall.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He stared at the wall behind the table and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets so he didn’t press the buttons over there.

[the59er]

1 Sep 2024

1st September 2024, Sunday Listening: Numb, John’s Mistress

Hi September!

Morning began with tosai telur from SK Maju via Grab. Went out to get a carwash & got sucked into getting waterwax done as well for 35rm. I think I lunked at home before meeting up with 2121 for my new post-whitebox purchase! Then went to Telawi to get a Watson. Settled down at plump for celebratory desserts!

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2 Sep 2024

2nd September 2024, Monday Listening: Temple, KOL

Picked up my pre-ordered papulex from HealthLane but unfortunately I put in the wrong product.. but since they went out of their catalogue just to get them for me, I had to buy them. Those aren't cheap! Wore my green sambas just to brighten up my Monday;

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3 Sep 2024

3rd September 2024, Tuesday Listening: Echo, Incubus

Stopped by the grocers because I suddenly had the itch to bake cookies? And as per usual, my cookies turned out very burnt. Thanks, oven.

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4 Sep 2024

4th September 2024, Wednesday - Happy birthday to HH 🎂 Listening: Lisztomania, Phoenix

Work was okay I think? Had this very delish grilled chicken at 385F;

& then for dins, random decish to go for Pak Li at sec13 which turned out to be wayyy different than the OG.. different cook and wok I supposed. My rice was below satisfactory.

Best to stick at the OG spot.

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5 Sep 2024

5th September 2024, Thursday Listening: Lonely Day, Phantom Planet

Period day 1. I sort of felt it the night before and I was right. Nausea, cramps, you name it. Especially since I skipped my cycle in August. Unfortunately got into a big tiff but thankfully the ending was pleasant.

Met up with 2121 for dins and he spent me vicchuda. Grabbed a nightcap before home.

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6 Sep 2024

6th September 2024, Friday Listening: Cause Im a Man, Tame Impala

I woke up feeling so much better.. decided to fill up with breakfast from the drive-thru. Did a bit of work. Tbh I was dawdling the whole day. After dins I went to yush just to get rid of trash and a whitebox. Surprisingly Ive been coping well post-whitebox, but we'll see.

Also renewed my roadtax today. Car is OLD! My brother stopped by to drop off goodies from BKK which I requested on behalf of 2121, apparently this minyak is really good for muscle pain?

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7 Sep 2024

7th September 2024, Saturday Listening: Middle of Nowhere, Hot Hot Heat

CM day out with skc girls!! I had the best time riding the train with them, it felt like we were teens hehe. Fetched Bubu & we met up with the rest at Para!

We went to Merchants Lane and a random ice cream shop after. Talked a LOT and Fana shared us her lovely book idea which I cannot wait to read! Best Saturday!

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8 Sep 2024

8th September 2024, Sunday Listening: Wonderful, Everclear

Happy birthday to my car 🎂 Ngl I love driving it. I dont have that many experience in cars (I have only driven a Kancil, a Nissan Sentra (ultimate fave!!), a Kelisa and a Neo). Im thankful for my current setup.

In the morning went to an elmina showroom with my folks which was not as what I was expecting. But then again, it could also be because Ive never lived in a flat before, so.. Idk what to compare it to. And what ticked me off even further was the condescending salesman. I felt like he was looking down on my Dad. I do not condone that at all.

Afterwards brought my parents to tapao lunk, and I updated about the viewing to the skc girls and continued ranting about it lol.

I love how Dad always looks over my Mom when she goes out buying stuff. I think it's the cutest thing ever,

Overall a pretty good first week of September!

[jungwnies]

INVITING YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND TO YOUR FAMILY THANKSGIVING

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri ୨ৎ : genre : fluff ୨ৎ : tws : light kissing, nothing heavy ୨ৎ : word count : 1862

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this one is for all my US babies who are celebrating thanksgiving today!!

ʚ・max verstappen

it was a week before thanksgiving and you got in your bed to see an already tired max laying down, as you get underneath the covers you lay against him and look at him, "baby."

he gives you a hum and look sat you, "yes?"

"i know you guys don't celebrate this holiday, but i really want you to come to the family dinner on thanksgiving, and i know you have practice on the 29th, so i could ask them to move the dinner a little early so you can come." you tell him, softly.

"you know i've never celebrated thanksgiving before?" he laughs before turning a bit to see your face, "if it’s important to you, i’ll be there. just don’t let me mess up your traditions, okay."

you laugh, "all it consists of is a turkey and some yams, but i mainly want you to come because my family will be there, and you know how much they love you."

“so, is this where you make me eat turkey until i can’t move? or are we going to do one of those cheesy gratitude speeches?” max teases, putting a smile on your face.

you shake your head, laughing softly. "maybe a little of both. but mostly, i just want you there with me."

max's teasing grin softens, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "then i’m there. but i’m warning you now, if your uncle challenges me to some weird american football game, i’m going all in."

"oh, he will," you reply with a smirk, snuggling closer to him. "but i think you’ll be just fine. my mom already says you’re part of the family."

he wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer. "good. because i don’t plan on going anywhere."

with that, you drift off to sleep in his arms, excitement bubbling in your chest for the holiday—and for having max by your side.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

you stand by the kitchen counter, watching lewis chop vegetables with surprising focus. “babe,” you say softly, leaning against the counter.

he glances up with a warm smile. “what’s up, love?”

you hesitate, toying with the edge of your sweater. “i was thinking... thanksgiving is next week, and it’s really important to me. i’d love for you to come to dinner with my family.”

he sets the knife down, giving you his full attention. “thanksgiving, huh? i’ve never done one of those before. what’s it like?”

“it’s mostly just food," you begin, thinking off all the components of a thanksgiving dinner, "turkey, stuffing, pie... oh, and my family asking you too many questions,” you laugh nervously. “but it’d mean a lot if you came. i know you’re busy, though, so no pressure.”

lewis steps closer, resting his hands lightly on your waist. “if it’s important to you, i’ll make time. i’d love to be with your family and see what this whole thanksgiving thing is about.”

you smile, relief washing over you. “really? even if it means answering endless questions about racing?”

he laughs, pulling you into a hug. “as long as they have some good food, i think i’ll survive.”

you snuggle into his chest, grinning. “trust me, my grandma’s sweet potato pie will make it worth it.”

he kisses the top of your head. “then i’m sold. just promise you’ll stick by me if someone starts grilling me about my cars.”

“deal, but i can't stop my dad from scolding you for speeding in your mercedes” you say, your heart full as you imagine lewis sitting at the dinner table, effortlessly charming your family.

ʚ・carlos sainz

you find carlos sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his phone while lazily petting your dog, a sight that makes your heart squeeze. you sit down next to him, tucking your legs under you.

"carlos," you say softly, nudging him with your knee.

he looks up with a small smile, his brown eyes warm. "qué pasa, cariño?" (what’s up, love?)

"so... thanksgiving is next week," you start, playing with the hem of your sweatshirt. "and i was wondering if you’d come to dinner with my family."

he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s holding back a grin. "thanksgiving? the one with the turkey and... what do you call it? the cranberry... jelly?"

you laugh, shaking your head. "yeah, that one. but it’s not just about the food. it’s more like... being with family and saying what you’re thankful for. i know it’s not a spanish thing, but it’d mean a lot if you came."

he sets his phone down, fully turning to you. "sabes que soy terrible con estas cosas sentimentales, ¿verdad?" (you know i’m terrible at these sentimental things, right?) "i’ll probably say something dumb like ‘i’m thankful for ferrari.’"

"my dad would probably high-five you for that," you tease, leaning closer.

he chuckles, his hand sliding to your knee. "si tu padre está de acuerdo, ¿cómo puedo decir que no?" (if your dad’s on board, how can i say no?) "but only if you promise to save me from saying something embarrassing."

"deal," you say with a grin. "but you should know... my mom is going to love you. she’s been asking about you non-stop."

"ay dios," (oh god) he groans, leaning back dramatically. "what do i even say to impress an american family."

"just be yourself," you reply, resting your head on his shoulder. "trust me, you’ll charm her in five seconds flat."

he presses a kiss to the top of your head, a playful smile on his lips. "fine, but only if i bring some jamón ibérico, your family has to try real food."

you laugh, already picturing him at the table.

ʚ・charles leclerc

you find charles lounging on the couch, leo curled up at his feet. you sit beside him, nudging him gently.

"love," you say, a little shy.

he looks up with a smile. “quoi, mon amour?” (what, my love?)

you bite your lip, feeling nervous. "so... thanksgiving’s next week, and i know it’s not a thing in monaco, but i was wondering... would you come to dinner with my family? they’d really love to have you."

charles tilts his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “thanksgiving? with the turkey and... pumpkin pie?” he laughs softly, his accent making the words sound so sweet.

you nod. "yeah, that’s the one. it’s all about family, and it’d mean a lot to me if you came."

he sets his phone down, his smile softening. “mon amour, if it’s important to you, i’ll be there. i wouldn't miss it.” his voice is warm, sincere.

you grin, leaning in a little closer. "you sure you’re ready for my family’s chaos?"

he laughs, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “i think i can survive turkey... and maybe even your mom’s pumpkin pie." he pauses, his smile turning a bit mischievous. “but don’t be surprised if i say something cheesy in front of your family, like... ‘i’m thankful for the beautiful woman beside me.’”

your heart skips, and you chuckle. "oh, charles, you're going to melt my mom’s heart."

he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "as long as i don’t have to speak perfect english, i’m good," he teases, making your heart swell.

you smile up at him. “you’ll charm them with that accent, i’m sure.”

“maybe i’ll speak more french just to make it worse for you,” he laughs, his hand gently squeezing yours.

you lean against him, feeling warm and happy. “they’re going to love you, charles.”

“as long as i get to be with you, mon amour,” he whispers, pulling you close.

ʚ・lando norris

you catch up with lando in the paddock, after a long day of practice. the energy is buzzing around you, and you decide to ask him something you've been thinking about all day.

"hey, babe," you say, trying to sound casual.

he glances at you with a grin. “what’s up, love? you look like you’re about to ask me for a big favor.”

you take a breath, then ask, "so, thanksgiving’s next week, and i know it’s not really your thing... but would you maybe want to come to my family’s dinner? it’d mean a lot to me."

lando raises an eyebrow. “thanksgiving? where you eat a ton of food and pretend you’re thankful for it? sounds like a lot of work.” he laughs, teasing. “you sure you want me there?”

you laugh, shaking your head. “it’s more than just food. it’s about family. i’d really love for you to be there.”

he looks at you for a moment, then smirks. “well, as long as there’s no awkward speech about what i’m thankful for, i’m in.”

“no speeches, i promise," you say, nudging him. "just food and a bit of small talk, and family games"

"perfect," he says, grinning. “i’m really looking forward to explaining how fast i go, and how many awkward questions i’ll get.”

“they’ll love you,” you assure him.

“as long as i’m not talking about racing the whole time,” he says with a wink. “deal?”

you smile, relieved. “deal.”

"good," he replies. "just don’t expect me to wear anything fancy. i’m more of a jeans and hoodie kind of guy.”

"that's fine, i prefer seeing you in something casual anyways." you tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

ʚ・oscar piastri

you find oscar lounging on your couch, casually scrolling through his phone. you sit next to him, feeling a bit nervous but determined.

"hey, oscar," you say, breaking the silence.

he looks up with a grin. “what’s up, love? you look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

you take a breath and ask, “so, thanksgiving’s coming up, and i know it’s not really your thing, but... would you want to come to my family’s dinner? it’d really mean a lot to me.”

oscar raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across his face. “thanksgiving? so i get to eat a ridiculous amount of food, pretend i’m thankful for it, and survive your family’s questions? sounds like a good time.”

you chuckle. “yeah, that’s about the gist of it. but honestly, i really want you there. my family’s gonna love you.”

he leans back, pretending to think for a second. “alright, alright, i’m in. but only because you’re asking so sweetly. just don’t expect me to behave too much. and, for the record, i’ll definitely be expecting enough food to make up for all the small talk.”

you laugh. “no complaints about the food, i promise. but if you start making jokes about the turkey, i’ll disown you.”

“mate, making jokes about turkey is basically my job,” he grins. “but alright, i’ll be good. as long as i don’t have to wear a suit or anything fancy.”

“you’re safe,” you reassure him. “just dress nice enough to not scare anyone off.”

he leans in closer with a wink. “deal. let’s see if i can survive a night of turkey and awkward family banter without causing too much chaos.” he smirks. “should be fun.”

you smile, feeling a wave of warmth. “i’m sure you’ll be just fine.”

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[keefwho]

June 13 - 2024 Thursday

10:36pm

4.5/10

This morning I put away my clothes and asked mom to take me to the store for drinks. I had to ask this guy stocking the drinks to please excuse me but he didn't seem to be in a good mood. I got a chocolate twinkie to have with my coffee this morning which was a great idea. When I got home I showered a little too long and then made spicy ramen, spam, and green beans again using leftovers. I really didn't wanna draw today.

For work I warmed up by studying back muscle drawings. Then I worked on 57's commission for 1 hour before quitting early. I was going to quit earlier but DS told me I could DO IT so I at least wanted to do the bare minimum I needed for my finance sheet instead of having to make up for it later.

After I quit early, I took some time to lay in bed with Sporticus to try and identify some of the thoughts and feelings I was having so I could put them to words. I also played some War Thunder and watched this video grilling EPCOT. For lunch I made a tuna melt of sorts using a homemade tortilla.

In the afternoon I didn't stick to traditional work. I started looking up other people's workflows and methods to keep up with different projects and personal life. I got my old robot themed notebook from 2006 and am going to use that to jot down any thought I have about doing something. I can use that as a checklist or transfer those thoughts to more robust systems if need be. I also got out a big box of pens I had collected throughout the years and tested them all to keep the ones that worked. About when I was finishing up, I joined TK and WX in a vc and watched them play Roblox before joining. We talked a lot about WX's recent date and how he's feeling about all of it. I personally don't understand how he's doing this dating culture thing, literally scoring a date a week. It just sounds desperate to me but he seems really sure of himself and solid about who he is and what he wants. Ive come to accept that this kind of thing is okay for some people and exactly how they operate. Its just not my thing.

After they left, I made dinner and started watching Invincible again. I thought about hitting up RS to watch it with me since we watched the first season together awhile back but I just didn't feel like it.

When DS was free I whipped out my new dragonology book and started reading a little bit of it. I also had written down a few topics to discuss since Im always forgetting things throughout the day that I wanna talk about and that was a good idea I think. Towards the end of chillin, we found out this old pedo associate of hers is sort of coming back into the furry community scene which was big news to her. I hate the guy too from what I've seen and it sucks that he might get away with it all and remain present amongst us all. In bed we did our puzzles REAL late.

Up front I have hope in embracing my desire to make systems of all kinds for different things. It seems like an autistic way to behave and maybe because I am and thats been one reason I've denied this urge of mine. I know how often it might get pointed out as weird, the way I act and plan. But finding my voice and expressing my wants/needs means embracing this idea of mine and trying it out. Maybe I'll find that this isn't the best way to handle things but I won't know without trying. I might also find that this IS the best way for me to be my best productive self. And thats an urge to be productive thats coming from my real values, not what society or the people around me expect of me. I want to do things. LOTS of things. And so much committed action needs a lot of organization.

[fairykukla]

Oh! Same hat!!!

So my father is:

A math teacher

A sports coach

A contractor (his self-employment summer job)

A shade-tree mechanic

Autistic

Raised in desperate poverty

An absolute master of jerry-rigging/jury-rigging/macgyvering

Has the right tool for the job

Has the wrong tool, too

Collects scrap building materials like his life depends on it

Our 74 Ford E-line vans that were standard transmission wound up in his possession for a variety of reasons, including the peculiarity that the gears would lock up sometimes.

"Don't worry, I just have to park the van and climb underneath."

Mom didn't like doing that, so he machines a special tool. Now when the gears would kick up it was "Don't worry, I just need to park the van get out, and stick this tool into the grill to pry the gears apart."

He made our swing set/jungle gym out of old wooden ladders. If a knob fell off something there was always a (non matching, often very weird) replacement he could come up with. He nursed the furnace along well past its elderly years, and if the house got too cold he'd go down and swear at it. He made table tops out of old doors, stage flats, or any other large flat thing. My childhood bedroom had two kinds of hardwood in the floor because he recycled.

After the second divorce, he bought a building in a little rural town. It's one of those "warehouse in back/store fronts in front" buildings you see in little towns in the American Midwest. He lives there. He's converting it.

After the divorce, the house basically started disintegrating around my mom. The sewer pipes collapsed from the tree roots, the furnace finally passed away, weird plumbing problems started dropping up and she discovered many weird temporary fixes when she'd hire someone to work on the house.

He only ever fixed things with the intention that "It's fine. I'll know what to do if it breaks again."

So naturally, when I decided that I didn't like the spoiler on my Impala, I went to his house and asked if we could make a steampunk art piece to replace it with. He was delighted. He had a collection of copper pipes and bits and bobs that we put together to have something to cover the four holes left behind when we removed the spoiler.

(later, I removed them before trading in the car. I still have both pieces.)

my family is fucking addicted to macgyvering and it's becoming a problem. every time something in this house breaks, instead of doing the sensible thing of replacing it or calling someone qualified to fix it, we all group around the offending object with a manic look in our eyes and everyone gets a try at fixing it while being cheered on or ridiculed by the rest.

it's a beautiful bonding activity, but the "creative" fixes have turned our house into a quasihaunted escape room like contraption where everything works, but only in the wonkiest of ways. you need a huge block of iron to turn on the stove. the oven only works if a specific clock is plugged in. the bread machine has a huge wood block just stapled to it that has become foundational to its function. sometimes when you use the toaster the doorbell rings. and that's just the kitchen.

it's all fun and games until you have guests over and you have to lay out the rules of the house like it's a fucking board game. welcome to the beautiful guest room. don't pull out the couch yourself you need a screwdriver for that, and that metal rod makes the lamp work so don't move it. it also made me a terrifying roommate in college, because it makes me think i can fix anything with enough hubris and a drill. you want to call the landlord about a leaky faucet? as if. one time my dad made me install a new power socket because we ran our of extension cords

[purpsimmies]

Purp Podcast

Addisyn's giggles fill the audio as 1000 Blunts from $uicideboy$ plays in the background. There's more voices and probably the tv on a sports channel.

Malcolm Landgraab tells someone in the background, "we're starting, shut-up!"

"Ey, let's grill those hot dogs we stole that other day." Addi's grandfather was talking to her dad about dinner.

Malcolm groans and proceeds on another friendly banter with Addi's grandfather. Malcolm just wants to start the podcast already. "Go on, baby. Tell us why we're here, Addisyn."

Addi blushes. "Yeah like I was telling you the other night, I wanted you to start a podcast." There's silence, but Malcolm is smiling at Addi. Of course, she continues to blush. "What?" she moans. "You said to tell you."

"Yeah but keep talking. You had way more to say that night than just start a podcast. Also, who have you been hanging out with? Who put you on Suicide Boys?"

"You did!"

"When!?"

"Every time we're..."

Malcolm chuckles after Addi trails off. "It's okay we don't gotta tell people our business like that."

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

"You making it sound like we're dating or something. Don't confuse your listeners."

"That's something else we talked about. It's okay, because I know what you're doing. You want to keep it professional on here, but I'm letting everyone know right now I'm marrying this woman."

"Malcolm!"

"You hear that!? Hear how she says my name? I know you hear that!"

Addi laughs. "You're not getting the purpose of this podcast."

"I understand, perfectly. I understand the assignment. I want you to keep telling them what you were saying that night, tho. I'm not going to interrupt anymore, I promise."

"You ran away from the Landgraab mansion and I want to dive a little deeper into that all while helping you gain recognition and money and power."

"You really think I'm going to gain recognition and money and power out of all of this?"

"I do. I think so. I hope I can keep asking you questions and advising you the way I've been doing since I first met you."

"I want you to. I'm here, because of you. If this shit makes you happy, I'll do whatever you want."

...

"My mother, just recently, got addicted to cocaine. She quickly realized she was burning through all her money so her team did a little bit of research and concluded she should enter into the marijuana business. So to support her cocaine addiction, she ran to her long lost brother, Johnny... Landgraab? Who fucking knows. Johnny was kicked out of the family one Christmas, because my great grandmother caught him smoking marijuana in the bathroom during the holiday dinner. He's been living in a trailer ever since he was shunned from the family. That motherfucker has some jokes, we gotta bring him on sometime. Anyway. Johnny grows some stank ass weed. Nancy bought the rights to his strain and now makes him grow the plants for her industry. Johnny is pissed but he still sticks around to oversea the progress of his plants. I was seeing how my mom was manipulating this whole thing to her favor and I ran away. The only place I could think of running to was this trailer, Johnny's trailer. He welcomed me with open arms. I was a little shit when I first got here and he put up with a lot from my part, but he never made me feel like this wasn't my home. I learned a lot about weed through him. I'm in love with the plant now and so I had my father make some phone calls so that I can legally smoke this shit. I'm just chilling right now, but Addi is right... I'm gonna get that money and power."

[bolshevik-rpf]

put a pan on the stove at medium heat. take two slices of your favourite bread. doesn't matter which one as long as you like it. it can even be just what you have laying around. when i'm at my mom's place i use the sourdough she buys but here i use cheap ass white bread. it'll be tasty either way. butter one side of each slice. now take your favourite cheese for grilled cheese or whatever you have. hell, use more than one kind if you want. i like marbled cheddar. slice enough so that the cheese layer covers the bread. make sure - this is crucial - that the corners of the cheese extend past the curves of the bread. now put on your extra seasonings. this can be anything. my go-to is fresh chives, but i also like garlic powder or cajun seasoning. rosemary and thyme are very good also. sometimes, if i want to pair sweet and savoury, i cut an apple up into tiny pieces and use that. adding seasonings is what's really going to elevate your grilled cheese experience. now put the other slice of bread on top. your pan should be warmed up by now. put the as-of-yet ungrilled cheese on the pan and leave it alone until the corners of the cheese that we left sticking out melt and start sizzling against the pan. let them sizzle for about a minute, then flip your grilled cheese. you should have a beautiful golden-brown char on the side you've just exposed. again, leave your grilled cheese alone until the cheese melts against the pan. it won't take as long this time because the pan is hotter. once you have as much crispy melted cheese at the edges as you want, flip it again to warm up your first side. you don't need to keep it on the pan very long, just enough to warm it up again. maybe fifteen seconds. take it off the pan. i'm going to say something controversial here - don't cut your grilled cheese diagonal. don't cut it at all. cutting it just makes the insides solidify again faster, and we're going for warm, cheesy goodness here. eat it as a whole sandwich, paired with tomato soup or just by itself