#yeah they are reading the very hungry caterpillar

[sleepyhouse2art]

some good times

[jewishcissiekj]

still on the Star Wars books Speedrun and finished Jedi Apprentice 1 so I'll go eat now and start Phasma soon and finish my 15-book reading list in a month or less

[inktopuck]

miss honey | jack hughes social media au (pt. 7)

pt. 6

yournamelastname

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yournamelastname we had some very cute visitors today! including bear!! and a few devils!

jackhughes i think those kiddies ruptured my eardrum 😅

yournamelastname you loved every second of it you attention whore

jackhughes i'm gonna tell my mom you called me that

yournamelastname and did i lie?

jackhughes 😔

l_hughes06 man your kids are the cutest... AND THE DOGS!!!

yournamelastname we all know how much you loved the dogs

l_hughes06 trying to convince jack to let me adopt a friend for bear

yournamelastname yeah and then you guys go off frolicking on the ice across the country and i'm the one stuck cleaning their poop!

l_hughes06 but MOM

curtislazar95 thanks for letting us hang out! i really enjoyed chasing rusty around with the kids!

jackhughes

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jackhughes bear got to make some new friends at wallace elementary, furry and not so furry ones.

colecaufield translation: luke and the kids

l_hughes06 ha ha little man ha ha at least i can GROW body hair

jackhughes barely

trevorzegras why am i NEVER invited to these things

_quinnhughes you're on the other side of the country genius

colecaufield also no one wants you arount their kids

trevorzegras as an honorary kid i am outraged by these declarations

njdevils oh! doggie hamilton was there!

yournamelastname thank you so much for stopping by! made the kids' year!

jackhughes you're very welcome, miss honey 😉

yournamefinsta

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yournamefinsta luke read a book for the first time since he became a dropout so he's been spreading wisdom for a week.

l_hughes06 a COLLEGE dropout

yournamefinsta yes that makes it so much better

_quinnhughes i knew i should've never let him read the monk who sold his ferrari

trevorzegras wait that's such a kickass title i need to read it

_quinnhughes the only book you read was the hungry hungry caterpillar

trevorzegras FINE.... i'll get the audiobook

jackhughes he literally asked keefe if he could keep the tripod and the giant notebook

yournamefinsta he is so dedicated to his craft

l_hughes06 what you resist will persist; what you befriend, you will transcend

jackhughes save ME

yournamefinsta you're fine drama queen 😘

_quinnhughes okay now this is starting to freak ME out

l_hughes06

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l_hughes06 winter drop!

jackhughes why did you post me two times you clout chaser

l_hughes06 the world needed to know that book nearly bored you to death.... the other one? who knows

colecaufield wait jack and y/n in close proximity and not killing each other?

trevorzegras why is her hand there

yournamelastname you guys know everyone can see these comments right

snoopy43hughes not luke soft launching

_quinnhughes i leave you for the season and this happens

_alexturcotte the world has been kicked out of its axis

yournamelastname oooooh big word turcs

_alexturcotte i AM an intellectual

hughesyodaddy no one's denying the hints that they're something oh shit

hischierkiss what about nicojack!

[reidsdimples]

Accidental Baby Genius | Part 2

Based on the request from part 1

You tell Spencer about his child, years later.

Fluff/angst/no smut 🖤 🧸

Enjoy some AI renderings of Reid’s son 🫶🏻

3.5 Years later

“Mommy!” Your son raises his arms when you walk in the door. He hugs you tight around the neck.

“Roman,” you sigh and hold him for a minute. You push away the gnawing realization that’s been plaguing you for months.

He looks up at you with big brown eyes and sweeps his wavy brown locks from his face. You put your hand in his hair and mess it all up again and he laughs. Even his laugh- the way his face contorts- it’s so achingly familiar.

The cut of his jaw as he approaches three years old is becoming more pronounced. You can’t unsee it in him, Spencer Reid is his father. And if his looks weren’t enough of a convincer-

“Rome read me three Dr Seuss books and The Very Hungry Caterpillar today,” your sister informs you,

“Four!” He pouts.

Your two year old was reading at a fucking first grade level if not higher. You sigh, in awe of him.

A familiar heartache seizes you. Spencer has no idea that this amazing little boy is his son.

“I think it’s time,” you shake your head and inform your sister.

“I think so too,” she agrees.

Roman as back to his spot on the floor, building a Lego set of the Star Wars star destroyer which is huge and you can’t figure out how to build. But he’s over half done and you can watch him move around and articulate how to do it all day long.

You noticed about a week ago that he’s started to lick his bottom lip when he’s thinking, or bite it when he’s nervous. It’s not a trait he got from you.

In fact the only thing he seemed to get from you was his nose and ears but the jury was still out on that one. It’s like you birthed a mini Spencer Reid.

“Hey Romi,” you call him by his nickname and wave him over.

“Do you remember how you asked me about your dad?”

“Uhuhh,” he uses his palm to brush his hair back with his hands which are too big for him.

“How would you like to meet him?” He turns in your arms and lights up.

“Does he like reading?”

“He does,” you answer and fight back tears.

“What about counting, because I can count all the way to five thousand,” he starts talking faster when he’s excited.

“I think so,” you caress his small face and kiss his forehead.

—

“I didn’t know if this was still your number,” you say when Spencer answers his phone.

“I’ve had it for years, what’s up?” He seems distracted and you don’t want to do this over the phone.

“Can we talk… in person,” you ask.

“Sure?” He hasn’t spoken to you since about a month after you left the team so abruptly.

“How’s lunch tomorrow?” You ask.

“I thought you moved?” He presses.

“My sister and I moved to DC last month, I’m working at the pentagon now,” you inform him.

“Wow, okay,” you hear shuffling in the background. “Let’s do pizza, you still like Ray’s?” He asks because you two ate there all the time.

“Yeah, how about 1230?”

“Sounds good, see you then,” he hangs up.

Your sister takes your shaking hand but you calm yourself by looking at your beautiful boy.

You think Spencer will want to be a dad, you think he’s mentioned it before. Especially with how absent his father was. But you’re nervous and unsure. He would have every right to be angry with you, Roman was almost three. But it’s better late than never right?

-

“Spencer,” you beam nervously and he hugs you. He seems taller, his hair seems curlier, and he’s got some facial hair. He looks… matured. You wonder what he’s been through, what he’s seen with the BAU since you last saw him.

“Y/N, how are you?” He asks.

“Good, I’m good,” you guys sit outside and make idle chat about work.

You fall into easy conversation over pepperoni pizza and he laughs about some joke your coworker made about Aristotle.

“You said you needed to talk to me?” He crosses his legs and pushes his hair back with his palm(just like Roman does.)

“Spencer…” you shake your head and look down at your lap. Your throat tightens and it all comes down to this moment.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He leans forward and drops his pizza.

“I’m so sorry,” you don’t expect to cry but you do. He drags the metal outdoor chair closer to you and touches your shoulder:

“Sorry for what? What’s going on?” He seems worried.

“I didn’t just leave the BAU for a new position,” you sigh and wipe your eyes. You turn in your chair towards him and pull your knees to your chest.

His brows are furrowed, full and dark just like your sons.

“I got pregnant,” you huff out a shaky breath.

He slides his chair back. You can’t look at him.

“What are you saying?” His voice is low.

“This is Roman,” you slide your phone across the table towards him. Your lock screen is a picture of your son staring at the camera as though he’s far beyond his years.

Spencer inspects it, his eyes scanning the photo frantically.

“That- he…” and then a tear falls down his face. “Do you have more pictures?”

You take your phone and give him your camera roll.

He swipes for a while, he’s biting his lip, his eyes bloodshot.

“He looks just like me,” he whispers a broken whisper and sits back down.

“I know,” you can hardly speak.

“How long have you known he was mine?” He doesn’t sound angry, just… sad.

“I’ve suspected it for a while, he started talking a year ago and… he’s just so smart. Sickeningly so…”

“He could talk at 1?”

“Spencer he can read books and do math at 2 and a half. I could kid myself on his looks for the first year or so of his life but…” you grab his hand and squeeze. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” He asks and looks up at you.

“Because… you had just lost Maeve and there was a chance that the baby wouldn’t be yours and I didn’t want to make things harder on you,” you sniffle.

He rubs at his eye like he used to do when he got a headache.

“Why tell me now?” He asks.

“He asks about his daddy. And now that I know for a fact who that is… you deserve to know.”

“Daddy,” he whispers and his voice cracks as he looks at a photo of Roman as a baby baby.

“He’s even wearing…” he points at the picture.

“My sister was trying to make a point,” you smile softly.

He laughs a little at that.

“Do you want to meet him? You don’t have to. You never have to…”

“Of course I do,” he stops you.

“I don’t want anything from you. That’s not why I’m telling you this,” you assure him. “You can be as involved or not involved as you want.”

“Y/N, he’s my son. I want him to know me and I want to know him,” now he’s squeezing your hand. You nod, you’re relieved.

——

“Okay, are you ready?” You ask your son the next day.

“Yes!” He holds up his toy train that he brought his dad to the park.

You spot Spencer at a picnic table in the shade and pick up your son. The wind blows his hair around as you approach. Spencer stands, his eyes lighting up as he beholds Roman.

“Spencer Reid, this is Roman Jacob Reid,” you say proudly.

“Hi,” he smiles and waves at Roman who you stand on the table.

“I got you a train. It has my name on it, see. R-O-M-A-N,” he points at the letters. Spencer lets out an amazed huff and takes the red engine.

“It’s perfect!” He exaggerates.

“I’m changing his last name tomorrow,” you whisper to Spencer. “If that’s okay.”

“That would be amazing,” he smiles down at you.

“Okay stand back,” Roman pushes Spencer away from the table. “I’m going to show mommy that you’re strong because I’m strong and if I’m a superhero you’re a superhero!”

Spencer glances at you and has no idea what he means but then Roman jumps off of the table towards Spencer in a giant leap with a howling laugh. Spencer doesn’t miss a beat and catches him swiftly with the biggest smile of his face.

“See mommy! Strong! Now I know he’s my daddy for sure!” Roman exclaims.

“Romi be gentle with him,” you warn.

“Romi,” Spencer whispers as he tries out the nickname.

“Mommy says you’re a special agent, are you a spy? Like double oh seven?” Roman asks absentmindedly as he places the train into Spencer’s shoulder and moves it back and forth. He’s sitting on the table in front of his dad who looks like the world just fell in his lap. Your heart feels so full.

“Maybe, what do you know about 007?” He grins at his son.

“Some stuff,” he shrugs.

“I do know magic,” Spencer informs him.

“But magic isn’t real!” Roman swats his dad’s chest.

“No?” Spencer pinches Romans ear. “So you always have a quarter in there?”

“Woah!” Roman stands on the table in awe. “Do it again!”

“What about this? Is this yours?” He reaches towards his other ear and brings out a lollipop.

“It is now,” he giggles and snatches it. “Thank you,” he hugs Spencer around the neck.

Spencer looks at you and you’ve never seen him like this. He seems content, amazed, like he’s finally found a puzzle he can’t solve. You’re hugging Roman’s stuffed bear to your chest as you watch them.

“Thank you,” Spencer whispers to you and hugs Roman again. “Now let’s go get some ice cream,” Spencer says.

“Uh-oh you said the magic word,” you taunt as Roman squeals in excitement.

“I wanna be on your back,” Roman tells Spencer who obliges. He wraps his arms around Spencer’s neck, his legs around his waist while Spencer supports his legs.

He follows you to the ice cream shop across from the park. You think for the first time in a while, that everything just might be okay.

“Would it be weird for me to thank you?” You ask Spencer.

“Thank me for what?” He asks and licks his ice cream cone. Roman is in your lap, gently picking singular sprinkles off of his ice cream and eating them first. Like always.

“For him,” you hug him gently and kiss his head. Roman doesn’t react, too lost in his ice cream.

“You carried him, birthed him, and raised him on your own until now. I should be thanking you. You’re incredible,” he stares into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat and you look away.

“Let’s just say we’re both grateful for him,” you smile. “I never knew, where you stood on children. If you ever wanted them.”

“Children bring such a light into our lives, especially people like us who work in the dark all of the time. They remind us of wonder and innocence and show us compassion and patience. In their presence we are given the opportunity to rediscover the joy in simple moments, the thrill of exploration, and the power of unconditional love. I’ve always wanted children,” he explains.

You don’t know why you had any doubts about him.

“Well, they can be trying too,” you look down at your perfect child. “So I hear,” you shrug and both of you laugh.

[indigosunsetao3]

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Okay but look at this 😭😫👏🏻❤️🥺🥹 it’s such husband behavior and I could see all the 141 guys doing this tbh. Maybe except Price (I feel like he’d go to the ends of the Earth to find one and would be successful. Even if it means driving 2+hrs to every Tesco trying to find the cake)

What? Stop it right now. This is too cute.

Just doing read more because it's a bit long to list them all. All are SFW and fluffy. 💙

Price for sure is going to every. single. store. He's going to find this cake one way or another; he won't come home until he's got it. He loses count of how many places he tries. He makes store managers call other stores to see if they have it in stock, watching them from the counter with narrowed eyes. When he tracks down the last one, which is another hour away, he asks the store to set it aside and pays them double when he arrives for their effort (and to apologize for slightly threatening them if they sold it to someone else). Traditions are important to him and he'll be damned if he misses a year. "I know it's almost midnight dear, but it's still technically your birthday. Never mind where I've been all day, not important."

Soap is making a masterpiece. Baking may not be his forte per se but man is artistic. His creation is a variation of all the different caterpillar cakes; selecting only the best qualities from each. And yes, he looked and studied them all. He has pictures of them all over the kitchen counter with notes on each about what he likes and doesn't like. Then he sketches out his own picture and uses it as a blueprint for his design, proudly naming it Craig.

"Clyde's eyes are terrifying, bonnie. But I didn't like how Chris didn't have feet...they have to have feet or then it's a snake. And Morris was boring, not enough stripes."

Gaz is in the kitchen for hours baking. He's bought everything he needs in bulk because he knows it's going to be a learning curve. He ends up with multiple failures, that he'll take to the team to devour, before finally getting it right. By the time he finishes, the kitchen is a disaster—every pan, bowl, plate, and pot (yes pot, he ran out of clean bowls) is dirty by the time he finishes. And flour? It's everywhere, his hair, clothes, the cat. "Stay out of the kitchen. Just sit here and enjoy this...I'll be back in a bit. If you see the cat just brush him off for me, yeah?"

Ghost enlists Soap to help him. It ends up with a bunch of arguing about how to do it. They fight over where to put the milk chocolate decorative pieces, the proper spacing of the eyes, the size of the feet and every other little imperfection Ghost can find. Soap eventually leaves telling Ghost to do it himself...before coming back thirty minutes later to help him finish. It's a bit lumpy and there are little slashes where it had been pulled apart and resealed with chocolate icing like glue from Ghost's attempts to get it perfect. "It's a bit beat up, sorry love. Tried to make it perfect for you, now it looks like he's been to war with all the scars."

Bonus:

Alex, poor soul, had no idea this kind of cake was even a thing at first. He assumed a caterpillar cake was just a sheet cake with the Very Hungry Caterpillar on it until you explained. Once he knows what it is, you get a caterpillar cake every year; he doesn't care that shipping costs three times as much as the cake itself. But this year the shipment runs late and he has to call in backup...which involves Gaz going to the shops to sweet talk the little old lady bakers for their recipe while Alex frantically takes notes. He only has a few hours to get it together and while he does his best...it's the thought that counts right? At least it tastes like it's supposed to.

"I know it's not Colin but if you squint hard enough it's vaguely a caterpillar....really squint, maybe cover one eye, and stand back a few feet. I promise your real one is on its way, just had a bit of delay."

[skipper1331]

Book love or Books and Love? // Alessia Russo

There were many things you enjoyed but your one true passion was reading. You could read every hour of the day and everywhere. A big thanks to your grandpa. When you were a kid he often read to you. It all started with "The Very Hungry Caterpillar". And even all these years later it was still one of your favourites

Now some years later, you help your grandpa in his bookstore. It is a small store, old designs, but everyone loves it. It is a special place and everyone would find a book they like. You know that store better than anything. You know books better than anything. The customers love you. They enjoy talking to you, hear your recommandations and your true opinions. And even if you didn't like a book, you would never talk bad about it or crictize the author. You respected every work.

In school though you were invisible. You had one friend: Ryan. He‘s a nice guy and you‘ve been friends since primary school.

And then there was Alessia. Alessia Russo.

The girl you had a crush on. She was popular. Had many friends. An athlet. The complete opposite of you. And still she had your attention.

It was a rainy day, nobody was walking down the streets and as usually you were in the store. You were sorting some books when you heard the bell. The bell when someone entered. Still behind bookshelf you said: "hey, how can i help you?" with the sweetest voice. After saying it, you stepped infront of the bookshelf. And there she was, soking wet, eyes sky blue and smiling. "um- hi" she said, "I dont need anything. I- i just didn't want to walk through the rain anymore." while wiping the rain droplets off her face. You saw her shivering but you were too shy to say anything. After all she's Alessia Russo. „Okay“ was your only respond. „If you need anything, let me know.“ You turned around and decided to go on with your work. You didn't want to have to do it tomorrow.

The whole time you felt her eyes on you but you didn't dare to look her way. Your ears and face would have turned crimson red. Like actually crimson. At the moment it was just a light blush. "I‘m sorry. I know you, don‘t I?"

"we go to the same school"

"I knew it" she smiled brightly "you‘re always sitting at the window in english class, right? Thats you.“

“Yeah.“ you said while sorting the last book in the shelf. Proud of herself her smile only grew wider. ”i didn’t know you work here. I walk by often.“

“Well, now you know. I work here almost everyday.“ you giggled. Why the fuck did I giggle? You couldnt help it. Alessia let you feel something. And that was the end of the conversation. You two stared at one another and nobody dared to break eye contact. After what felt like an eternity Alessia did though. It had stopped raining. ”I should probably go“ she whispered. Her eyes glued to the floor. You didnt answer. You wouldn‘t have known with what anyway. ”Bye Y/n“ and with that she left the store. Wow. She knew your name.

Since that day she came to visit you after every training. She would just sit there and talk to you or watch you while you were interacting with customers. With every minute she spent with you, she fell more for you. The way your hair fell, the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about a book, the way you smiled. She was smitten.

After months of her regular visits she couldn‘t help it anymore. She wanted you to be hers. And hers only. In school she watched you like a hawk when you interacted with Ryan. Or more like everytime. When Ryan wasn‘t there she watched you with heart eyes and a lovesick smile. Even her friends noticed it. But she couldn‘t care less. But when Ryan was there she turned into a mad girl. She didn‘t like the way he looked at you. She didn‘t like the way you laughed at his jokes. She didn‘t like the way he would touch you. It was all a friendly manner though. But not in her eyes. It was too much for her. She hated it. So that day she didn‘t aim to score goals in training, she aimed to make you hers.

After training she walked as fast as she could without running to the store. To you. Like always. As soon as you heard the bell you knew it was Alessia. She always came at same time. ”Lessi, I finished the book I told you about. It was so good! The way it ended was just wow. I even-” you wanted to tell Alessia about the end of the book as soon as you read the last word. ”I want to read a book!“ she said. Her voice was hard maybe even harsh. The whole day she waited to see you, to tell you that she‘s in love with you.

She was mad. She didn‘t intened to say that. She hated reading. You knew that. So you were kind of shocked. "Lessi? Are you alright?“ She was nervous. „I- i want a book. A book you like. No. One that you love. No. Romance. A lovestory about a girl who works in a bookstore and another girl that came there because of the weather.“ she rambled. But you couldn’t stop her. You didn’t want to. She was gesturing wildly with her hands, looking everywhere but you, walking up and down. Her feelings took over. At first you didn‘t understand what she was talking about. You were caught up in her rambling and walking that you didn't really hear her specific wish about the "book". But when you did, you knew. Your heart was beating so damn fast. ”Alessia“ you whispered. Afraid of your own voice, afraid of what could happen. She stopped dead in her tracks. You rarely called her Alessia anymore. One step then two. And some more. You were standing infront of her. Really close. Her eyes were glued to the floor. A habit you knew from her. Carefully your hands found a way to her cheeks ”Do you really want a book?“ Your question was nothing more than a whisper. But it was loud and clear. Her eyes found yours. They told you so much. Yet you needed to hear it. ”No…“ taking a deep breath ”I want you.“ Alessia Russo wanted you. The cheeks of both of you turned red. Slowly you lent forward, never breaking eye contact. It was a simple peck. She didn‘t react. She couldn‘t. Her heart was beating faster than it was healthy. Her eyes closed to take in the moment. Your lips were heaven. Soft. Perfectly fitting.

When she came back to her senses she grabbed your waist, lunged forward and pressed her lips onto yours. She poured every feeling in that kiss and you felt that. It was perfect. Alessia was perfect. She was everything you could‘ve dreamt of.

And who would have thought that your book love could bring you your actual lover.

—————————

[dangerouslypassiveaggressive]

A Terribly Organized Almost-Essay About Suzanne Collins and Why I Think She Writes

Lukewarm take because it's been years, but here it goes: if there's anything I've learned over the years, it's that Suzanne Collins is not a people pleaser. (The author, at least. I don't know her personally lol). And she be pleasing the people, that's not what I mean! I just kept hearing the same question being asked over and over again. "Why Snow? Why him?? Why not anybody else? Really?? A prequel about HIM??" It really made me think.

And don't get me wrong! I'd slash someone's tires for a Finnick prequel just like the next person (Suzanne please!), but that has never been the point of her writing. The Hunger Games novels, and by extension, the prequel book The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, aren't just fun fiction reads. Yeah, they're gripping. The world-building is superb. Young people are at the center of it. And all these characteristics are great, but the thing that draws us in, that keeps us consuming her media like hungry little caterpillars, is that they are, time and time again, a captivating and accurate criticism, analysis, and deconstruction of the broken systems society experiences in the real world. I can only speak from my own experience as a Mexican American woman in the United States, so take all of this with a grain of salt.

The Capitol is colorful and fun and interesting and horrible and sadistic. And it is all those things because it is a symbol of our own real-world 1%, except our own glittering Capitol members here in the real world feed us the hope that we may reach their status if we only work hard enough for long enough. The Hunger Games system never makes that claim. In fact, they are fed the narrative that the system only works because they're stuck where they are. Suzanne Collins is taking everything one step further in her writing because it is a type of satire, a critique of the things we already know. So as an author, she blows it out of proportion so that her reader will say "look at this! How ridiculous! How would someone let the system treat them this way!" And it is ridiculous, it's downright laughable that an entire society, an entire country, would let itself be oppressed in such a cruel way by just a few people in charge instead of rising up and- oh wow, yeah, I see it. She wrote about us.

Suzanne Collins just organized everything neatly into boxes- well, districts. Because every district comes with some form of product that they manufacture, but much more importantly: a class. We go in order from 1-13. District 1 manufactures luxury items and District 2 makes weapons (but mostly trains Peacekeepers), so they have the most privilege and wealth. On the other end, Districts 11 and 12 are the agricultural and coal mining districts, respectively. That's back-breaking work. Not to mention District 11 puts kids as young as 12 to work, and District 12 is poverty-stricken and starving. "But what about District 13?" You may ask, "They make nuclear weapons! Why aren't they up there with 2?" Fantastic question. If we know, and the people of Panem know, that the hierarchy is very clearly set by literal number order, why would one of the most powerful and competent districts be given more power and be put at the top? Placing them at the end lets them believe that they aren't powerful or competent. I mean, jeez, look at 12 and they're before 13? I wouldn't believe I could make it on my own either. (We know now that's not how things go down, but it's a clever power move regardless.)

But after all this, would it hurt Suzanne to give us a single book just for fun?

Yes, I believe it would, that's the whole point. We're not meant to fall for the Peeta/Katniss/Gale love triangle. We're not meant to be interested in Finnick's secrets and early life. We're not meant to want to know the morbid details of how Haymitch won his Games (with double the contestants! Ooh. Aah.) We're meant to be horrified at every turn, at every story. We're meant to ask ourselves how things got so bad, how anyone let this happen. Suzanne Collins has written wonderfully fleshed out characters that grip us and make us want to know more, but the point has never been them or even their loved ones. It was never about Katniss or Prim or Peeta or Finnick or Annie. It's always been about the systems that let this story happen, and where Suzanne got her inspiration: the very real lives we lead. The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes shows us the same thing.

So why Coriolanus Snow? Because he is the catalyst to a broken system that only serves the powerful. If Suzanne were to write a novel about any of our much more beloved characters, then she would be writing the exact same book over and over about the same oppression happening in the same system. She does not write for the sake of bringing her very well-written characters to life, but to flesh out the poverty, the starvation, the power struggles, the horrors they experience. We know this because she writes a lot of her characters as symbols. (Coin, for instance, as the symbol for a power-hungry figurehead, or Prim as the innocent during war.)

Snow is living in a slightly different biome than what we know from The Hunger Games series. He has to make sacrifices and decisions for him and his family, but it's different. It is a view and critique from the inside looking in. This is not Katniss getting to experience the Capitol for the first time and understanding just how terribly unfair everything is. This is someone who is very aware of the way things work and playing the game to stay in power and keep their privilege. Not only that, but it's someone who feels entitled to all of it. In this novel, Suzanne plays around with power and people's position in it. What if a mad scientist was in charge? What if the creator of the thing that brought a semblance of peace was just as horrified as the reader? How far is one person willing to go for power? What if we saw the dawn of a world we're already familiar with?

So I hope she keeps writing, because I love seeing our world through her eyes and the parallels she writes from our world to hers of the injustices happening every day. Even though we'll probably never get the stories we crave, but that's okay. Keep putting those kids through hell, Suzanne.

[richeeduvie]

I know you’ve touched on Lalo seeing Princesa’s favorite old movie stars (and how she clearly has a type and it’s cock with mustache lmao) and just like. It’s a good thing Princesa likes old movies and these actors are already dead lol imagine if Princesa was fawning over like. Pedro Pascal. Man would be in danger!!!

Anyways, I like to imagine that Princesa likes lots of romantic movies with heartthrob stars— Tom Conway, Errol Flynn, Cary Grant, Peter O’toole— and at first it makes Lalo a little jealous because of course it does. Lalo is the type of dude who won’t buy Princesa Frosted Flakes bc why does she need some buff tiger man on her cereal. Could see her reading the very hungry caterpillar and be mad she’s reading abt other men. She’s like “you’re the handsomest man I know” and he’s like “you know other men???”

But then one day Princesa says something that totally changes his whole perception of it.

“You know, I used to put on this movie and dream of being just like her. A handsome man showing up out of nowhere and sweeping me away somewhere… and my dream came true.”

“ I used to depend so much on these movies because… they kept me company. While I was waiting for you to find me— for us to meet, you know?”

And then it’s like Lalo can’t bring himself to hate all these ancient gringos from the movies. Because he knows little Princesa was so lonely and just as needy as she is now— but she didn’t have anyone (once again his hands are always flexing when he thinks about poor little girl Princesa). So they kept her company while she was waiting on her guy, yeah? They’re not so bad. And now, she doesn’t even need them anymore. But he’ll still keep buying her movies. It’s good that she has something to do that can keep her inside.

Also— I think Lalo is so in love with Princesa (love is what we’re calling it to be nice lol) that he definitely thinks they’re like a fated pair and he’s basically the only man in the entire world who can give her what she needs, so their meeting was like destiny. And to hear that she kinda thinks the same way— that her life up until Lalo was her waiting for Lalo? That makes him so happy it’s almost sick. And he’s definitely bringing it up when they fuck (cough cough make love) for the next eternity.

I think it helps Lalo's jealousy that her old hollywood stars always end up looking at him or exist in his image. Suave man with a mustache, cock with a mustache. I think it also gets at him cause he hates to think he's believing Princesa is made for him and they're soulmates - it's so weak of a thought for a big, strong man like him to have. You know, the way he thinks of himself. But him thinking that while Princesa's attraction to him was based on her childhood crushes. But I love this!

The idea of Lalo being cautious of the Frosted Flakes Tiger cause he's ripped has me cracking up though. Tony's got some chesticles idk what to say-

"You know...it was just that I used to put on this movie and dream of being just like her. I know it's childish...which is fair, I guess. I was a little girl. But I would just think about someone coming, someone kind and...everything, and they'd take me away, even if it was just for day. I think it happened, it came true, maybe."

She sniffles. Even after all this time, Princesa can't meet Lalo's eyes when she talks like this in his arms.

"They kept me company, I didn't really have a way with making friends. For the most part. But then I grew up and they were still company - noise, while I was waiting for us to...meet, you know?"

Lalo stares down at her.

There is no possible way that they didn't make love that night.

The thought thrives in Lalo's head, that they are meant to be. She's made for him, and all of his life up until he met her was to make sure that he'd be able to take care of you. He wouldn't exactly say it, the words would make him too open, weak in the head and arms. But he feels it and his ego, his delusion in his obsession revels at Princesa's words. She's braver than him to say it.

Then the way little Princesa was alone as a little girl that takes up space in his head. She's so needy now, he's gotta think a child that needs a mama and papa and friends would be even needier, but she didn't have anyone to come and save her...no good papa and no mama at all, and all she had were movies to keep her company?

Yeah, not a good thought.

"Now you don't need these movies anymore, no? Just me?"

"...Lalo."

"Just saying."

[thousand-winters]

Can you imagine Hunter slowly adapting to being in the demon realm out the emperors coven and finding strange hobbies and pass times.

His personal favourite: Doing things aimed for kids.

Whether it’s watching little childrens shows, reading those silly books aimed for toddlers, sleeping with plush animals.

Usually he’s all big and tough and he does also enjoy doing things aimed for people his age but he can go home from a long day of hanging around parks with his friends to ask either Darius or Eber to read him the very hungry Caterpillar

Awww, yes I love that!!!

I always talk quite a bit about how Darius would probably have a little moment of "shit, I have no idea how to raise a kid, actually" at some point and go raid the local library for a bunch of books on parenting kids of all ages because... yeah, Hunter is a teenager and he acts like one, enjoys age appropriate activities and everything but... on the other hand he had such a limited childhood, not to say he wasn't even allowed to have one because most likely he was "born" and almost immediately started his training as a scout.

So he is a teenager, there's no denying that, but he wasn't allowed to be one with Belos, and all those years before he wasn't allowed to be a kid either. We see he enjoys books, but he probably justified that most of the time as him pusuing some useful knowledge, and we see he has a plushie and some figurines (which, sure, were references but I'm taking them at heart's value) so at some level he did have some things to cling to when it came to him being a child, but how much time did he really have to enjoy those things... not a lot, I would say, considering he doesn't even get enough time to sleep properly most days.

Now I imagine Darius either recovered the plushie from the castle for him before it came down, or gets him another later, if he had knowledge of it, and that gives Hunter enough space to go "oh, maybe it's okay if I like things like this" and since both his family and friends are the type that might not totally get it, but are pretty encouraging when it comes to things like this, he would slowly become more enthusiastic with experimenting with these things: more plushies merely at first, and then everything else.

He watches all kind of shows on the crystal ball, because he's genuinely curious about everything he has been missing and it's not like he doesn't like all kind of genres, but Darius notices at some point that whenever Hunter is having a tough day, he seems to gravitate toward the lighter, child-oriented shows. They seem to soothe him.

The reading is a bit harder for Hunter to come to terms with though, because he used to read theorical books and things like that, so it feels a bit silly that he feels some attachment to children books and it feels a bit like he'll be mocked for that even if he knows it's not true. I can imagine at some point he sneaks some of those from the library, probably loudly proclaiming on the check out that he's getting them for... some kids he totally babysits, haha, yeah, why do you ask??? (nobody asked, he just got nervous and is a bad liar 💔) And at some point Darius or Eber catch him with them and while he panics, thinking they'll be weirded out or so, they offer to read them to him.

Hunter never had the chance to be a kid first before being a soldier, so as far as everyone around him is concerned, there's nothing wrong with him getting to enjoy what he couldn't before. If anyone makes fun of him for that... they're catching several hands.

[ghoultrifle]

Hello! Can I request 108 from the smut prompt thing? Any pairing!

108: “come to my room there’s this thing i wanna try”

Dew/Phantom virginity kink with a bit of praise thrown in for good measure (2.2k words)

Hello anon, thank you for the request! I transmasced your Dew for you (clit, cunt, tiny dick, cock used), hope that’s ok! Also an homage to the sexual awakening that was the sex workers in GTA V. (and while I refer to Phantom as young, he is of course a ghoul of age)

“Hey sweetie, want a ride?” Phantom overheard from the TV’s speakers. Dew was playing a video game about stealing cars, he thinks. “Fuck yeah I do!” The fire ghoul responded in anticipation as he pressed the controller and an uncanny woman with a robotic walk climbed into the car on screen. There was some shuffling as the woman climbed atop the character Dew was controlling and they started to moan. The camera cut to a view of the car rocking while the screen continued to emit the most egregious sounds. Phantom was otherwise occupied trying his best to read The Very Hungry Caterpillar, “He ate how many oranges on Friday?!” But he never found out what else the creature ate as he began to focus on the lewd sounds now blaring in the room. The quintessence ghoul shifted in his seat. Looking down he could see, and feel, his trousers beginning to tent. Phantom was very new to his topside vessel and wasn’t exactly in tune with all the appendages. Unlike the others, he was the only male spawned in his summoning so there was no one else to experiment and learn with. 

Sure his dick had kicked up in the morning, and sometimes it was wet but it never happened during the day and it never felt like this. The idea of sexual organs being one and the same with organs excreting waste was not one that existed in the pit; sex didn’t involve specific parts and it sure as hell didn’t involve the piss organ. Phantom couldn’t decide if what he was feeling was pain or pleasure, surely his brain got fried during his summoning because his body must be telling him something’s wrong yet he wants the feeling to continue.

The nervous ghoul’s voice betrayed him as he half-moaned half-hissed when his hand brushed over the sensitive, clothed cock. The sex scene long gone, Dew looked over from the tank he was driving into traffic to see a whimpering, dishevelled Phantom looking horrified at his very noticeable erection. The older ghoul knew the other had been struggling to adjust topside but thought someone must’ve shown him the ropes of his new vessel by now, clearly he was mistaken and what a beautiful mistake it was.

Dew was the one shifting in his seat now, feeling a damp spot starting to form; he so desperately wanted to show Phantom the time of his life, show him just how much fun human bodies are, work him all the way up and watch him blissfully come down. “Hey Ant, you OK?” he asked with just a tinge of an ulterior motive. The quintessence ghoul whimpered in reply, covering his eyes in embarrassment and pointing at the bulge, he sulks, “‘m I dying, Dewy? It feels so weird.” Dew shudders at the nickname, no longer able to debate the ethics of what he’s about to do.

“Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try.” Dew offered, grinning at the new summon. Phantom was confused, Dew closely guarded his room as a temple for lovers and nothing else. In Phantom’s first days topside, he had accidentally entered the fire ghoul’s room (Swiss was not the best at teaching him how to read) and was met with a ferocious roar to get out! So why Dew would invite him to his room was a mystery, perhaps Aether left a healing remedy there?

Phantom nervously followed Dew to his room, wincing with each step providing the friction he felt so guilty about enjoying. The fire ghoul’s room was a sight to behold, dark walls illuminated by candles the ghoul no doubt lit with his magick, and a large bed that carried a sense of grandiose with its ebony headboard; red sheets contrasting with the dark wood. Dew asked the quivering ghoul to lock the door behind him, now Phantom was really worried, scrunching his eyes in concern: Was he possessed? Was Dew about to perform an exorcism? What was so bad that he had to be locked in a room?

Upon opening his eyes he was met with a stark naked fire ghoul stepping into a harness of some sort. I hope we’re not about to go rock climbing, Phantom thought to himself, still scared of heights after his summoning went awry. His eyes went wide when he saw Dew attach what looked like a dick to the harness, it looked so realistic; perhaps they were meant to be detachable and that’s why Phantom’s is feeling so odd. The young ghoul’s cock was still kicking in his trousers, forming a barely noticeable wet spot at the front. Whatever Dew was about to show him, he hoped and prayed to Satan below that it would fix his problem.

“What are you waiting for, baby bat? Clothes off and come over, need to show you a good time.” Phantom only tilted his head in response, prompting Dew to explain. “Has this really never happened before, bug?” He shakes his head, tears forming as the worry builds, “You’ve never hooked up with anyone topside, or even tugged yourself off?” Phantom gives another look of bewilderment and Dew can only respond with a look of hunger tinged with sympathy, tonight is going to be mind-blowing for the young ghoul.

Dew walks over and waves vaguely at Phantom’s boner then back at his strap, bobbing from the movement, “This is what happens when human vessels are horny and they want to make love. It’s completely normal and I’m going to take care of it for you, if you don’t mind?” he asks lovingly, gently cupping Phantom through his trousers as his own strap knocks into the taller ghoul’s thighs. Phantom nods as he moans into the touch, a sense of relief at the friction and Dew finally telling him everything’s alright. He also feels a hint of apprehension; what if he’s not good enough, what if he doesn’t know what to do, what if this is some big joke by Dew to rile him up and leave him high and dry?

The fire ghoul can sense his worry and reaches up to kiss Phantom, neck craning up as he tenderly strokes him through his trousers, determined to make his first orgasm his best. Phantom nearly doubles over at the stimulation, Dew catching him and guiding him towards the bed, “Undress and lay down for me, honey, on your back. Want to see your beautiful face.” The fire ghoul whispers as he positions himself at the bottom of the bed, popping open a bottle of lube and warming it with his ever-fiery palms, the last thing he needs is to scare the newbie away.

As Dew slicked up a finger and slowly teased Phantom’s exposed ring, the younger ghoul mewled, impatient and once again confused that his other waste organ was being used for sex. Confusion quickly melted into pure desire as Dew let a finger slip in, curling it and exploring the walls of the writhing ghoul. It wasn’t long before Phantom was a whimpering mess as Dew had two, then three fingers inside him, scissoring and occasionally brushing just past his prostate. The quintessence ghoul keened under the touch whining for more as he pushed back into the fire ghouls hot fingers. Dew could feel his own slick running down his legs as he took in the sight before him, writhing like a wild beast to be tamed, for Dew to own. He not-so-gracefully ground his dick against the mattress, anything to get some friction on his rock-hard clit.

“Such a good boy for me, Ant, taking my fingers so well, aren’t you hmm?” Dew whispered into his ears. Phantom cried out as Dew realised he’d found exactly what makes the new bug tick and boy was he happy to indulge. He pulled out, the young ghoul whining at the cold air now hitting his hole. “Gonna put my cock in you now darling, be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?” Phantom nodded like a puppy as Dew lined his sizeable cock up with the winking hole and pushed in inch-by-inch. When he bottomed out he reached forward to pull Phantom into a tantalisingly hot kiss, moving down to mark the young ghoul as his.

Dew begins to thrust into Phantom at a steady pace, his own cunt dripping now as the toy rocked against his tiny dick. The quintessence ghoul looked down at Dew, moaning as the cock hit his prostate over and over again, sweat running down the fire ghoul’s face, silky blond hair sticking to it, looking thoroughly fucked out. Phantom is unsure what to do with his hands, previously lying by his side, he’s too pent up to keep still now.

Dew thinks Phantom is just being a good boy for him, waiting for permission to touch himself, until he remembers, he’s never touched himself, he doesn’t know how to do it. The thought has him thrusting even faster as Phantom cants his hips up so Dew hits the spot that makes him feel so fuzzy inside.

The fire ghoul grins as he sputters out between moans, “Ah fuck, Phant you know you can touch ahh your dick, right?” Phantom begins to poke himself exploratively almost as one would knead focaccia, and yeah it feels alright but, “What’s all the fuss about, Dewy? Doesn’t feel as good as you do.”

“Oh baby bat you really are clueless, aren’t you?” Dew grunts staving off his orgasm in the pursuit of Phantom’s own, “Here, like this. Put your hand over mine OK?” Dew asks so sweetly one could forget he was balls deep in the younger ghoul, as he clasps a fist around Phantom’s weeping cock, applying just the right amount of pressure to make him whine a litany of ghoulish expletives. Phantom’s eyes glaze over as Dew guides his hand over his own, fist moving up and down in time with the fire ghoul’s thrusts. 

Now Phantom gets it, this is what the piss organ was really made for, the piss bit was just an accessory (it was, in fact, not just an accessory, as he later found out in a very wet session with Rain). He could feel something building, the pleasure increasing and he kinda did need to pee, why are humans so weird? he thought. Looking down he could see his cock continually leaking a slick, whitish fluid as both of their hands worked him up and down, “Fuck Dew, stop, needa aahhh, needa pee.” Phantom hurriedly said, worried for his bladder. “It’s alright baby, you’re not gonna piss yourself, just keep going and I promise what’s coming is so much better.” Dew hinted lovingly as he continued to jackhammer into Phantom, close himself.

It doesn’t take much, Dew’s surprised the new ghoul has lasted this long with the pressure of two hands stroking his cock and a dick in his pretty little ass. “You’re nearly there my brave boy, you can take it from here, just keep going.” The fire ghoul encourages as he cautiously removes his own hand from Phantom’s dick, instead placing the quintessence ghoul’s nipple between his finger and thumb deftly rolling it beneath them.

Phantom feels it, he’s going to piss himself. He decides to trust Dew, why would he lie to him after being so tender all evening? So as the older ghoul pinches his nipple, he continues to stroke himself, gasping at the feeling of his own cock beneath his calloused fingers. Almost in an instant it hits him, divine pleasure. Phantom scrunches his eyes shut as he writhes and shouts, cum spurting from his spent cock onto his stomach as he works himself through it, Dew still thrusting albeit at a slowed pace. The fire ghoul eventually slows to a stop, as does Phantom’s hand, overstimulation quickly setting in as the younger ghoul whines.

“You did such a good job for your first time, such an amazing fuck,” Dew giggled as he pulled out, “stay there, I’ll be right back” he promised as he walked over to the bathroom undoing the harness as he walked, quickly reappearing with a wet rag in his hand.

“Mmm that was so good, thanks Dewy.” Phantom called out. “See, bug, you didn’t piss yourself, huh?” Dew chuckles as he brings a washcloth to Phantom’s midriff, “Although if you’re into that I’m sure Rain would indulge.” He smirks. The new ghoul’s interest is piqued, but that’s a thought for another time.

Once Dew had delicately cleaned every inch of his and Phantom’s body, he joined the quintessence ghoul in bed, curling himself around Phantom's back. Suddenly a realisation hit the inexperienced ghoul, “Dewy, you didn’t spurt out the white stuff, did you not get the good feeling like I did?” He asked worriedly, how could he have been so selfish? “Oh bug, my anatomy isn't quite the same as yours, but no I didn’t have an orgasm. That doesn’t matter though, I got to see you have your very first and that means so much more to me than you could ever imagine.” Phantom can feel the older ghoul smiling into his shoulder, “You can always pay me back another day, hmm? Let’s call it a date!” He continues, genuinely enamoured by the younger ghoul’s self awareness, “But I’m sleepy now and I’m sure you must be too.” Phantom can only manage a hum of approval and a nod before he’s dozing off with Dew’s arms wrapped around him, his personal hot water bottle.

Just felt like putting winking hole in there to piss people off :) /lh

Speaking of piss, phantom is definitely into it and will find that out another time but for the minute let’s just revel in the bliss of him getting the piss/pleasure wires crossed during his first time and how that shapes his entire sexual identity for the rest of his life.

Also the tenses are almost certainly all over the place but just roll with it ok?

(requests are open if you want more or if you have any other ideas!)

[forgotten-daydreamer]

I've decided to rewatch YJ all over again. Just finished EP 1 and- man, I feel like I'ma kid again. "Today is the day!" yeah don't mind me crying like a baby. Well, better enjoy it before it becomes the embodiment of that audio that goes "there was a very hungry, genetically modified caterpillar- SEVEN NUCLEAR MISSILES!"

Also, very fun to watch it after I read basically anything that DC has to offer- lots of fun stuff to pick up. The flips my guts did at "Blockbuster" AAA if they ever make a s5 (they should make, like, at least three more seasons to sort everything out) I definitely want to see the whole Blockbuster-Nightwing-Tarantula issue, even if I understand that it's set on a different earth and that it'd be too heavy, perhaps, for a pg 14 show.

[radio-navlee]

Knock it off!

If you dont know who the sturniolos are, they are triplets who make youtube videos. And because they ade related im obviously not going to ship them with anybody.

Lee: Matt

Ler: Chris (+ plus Nick but only for commentary)

summary: Matt teases Chris until Chris remembers his weakness.

The sun peaked its way through Chris’s curtains, the rays barely touched over his bed. The boy raised his right hand to his forehead as instinct to block the brightness of the intruding sun. He suddenly opened his eyes as he heard commotion coming from the kitchen followed by snickering. Groaning, he checked his phone.

‘12:30? What the hell?’ Chris thought ruffling the hair out of his face. He sat up to now hear what seemed to be Nick annoyingly yelling at Matt.

“Matt!”

“Oh shit!” Matt giggled

Chris got up from his bed, threw on an old Tshirt and stumbled to the kitchen.

“Well good morning sleepy!” Matt said in a mother like voice, almost making fun of the fact he woke up late.

“Mornin’” Chris nodded, flinching at the sound of pans clashing together.

“Matt!” Another yell coming from Nick who was sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand.

“Nick, shut up I got it!” Matt yelled back,

“No you don’t, because if you got it you wouldn’t be making noise dumbass!” Nick complained, laying another round of lectures into Matt

‘Just as cranky as ever.’ Chris thought, chuckling to him self as he made eye contact with Matt who was still struggling in the kitchen. He gave Matt a raised eyebrow almost asking ‘what u making’ Matt held up a pan and gestured to the eggs sitting on the counter, ‘Eggs.’

Chris stretched his arms out waiting for Matt to finish up making breakfast, and at 12:30 in the afternoon, what a life they have.

“Why’d you sleep in so late?” Matt asked serving the eggs in the middle of the table

“I was, um, up” Chris answered, chewing through his words

“Chris if you going to answer a question please do it after you’re done chewing!” Nick begged

“Meh meh meh meh meh!” Chris held up his hand moving his fingers like a mouth, mocking Nick.

“Stop it! I’m being serious!” Nick slapped at the hand as Matt from across the table yawned.

“Somebody’s sleepy” Chris joked, using his fork to pull another serving of eggs into his mouth.

“I’m not! You’re one to talk Mr. 12 o’clock”

“Dude whatever!” Chris rolled his eyes

“What were u doing anyways?” Said Matt

“I was reading!” Chris said fixing his posture and sounding very proud. A wobbly smile formed on Matt’s face

“Really? You were reading?”

“Uh! Yeah!” Chris lied, using a ‘duh!’ Tone to make it sound as if he was for real.

“You don’t think I can read or something?” Chris asked offended

“no no, you do you man.” Matt fixed his smile back to his resting face.

“It’s just the last time you’ve read was the very hungry caterpillar in 2nd grad!” Matt giggled, causing Chris to slam his fork onto the table

“Not true!”

“Hey the table!” Nick looked up at Chris shocked he just dramatically slammed his silverware into the table

“True!” Matt yelled back, slamming his own fork into the table.

“I’m a very good reader!”

“Sure” Matt teased giving Chris a smirk

“Don’t look at me like that weirdo!”

“At least I can read!”

“Bro I can read I swear!” Chris whined, what a baby

“Stop, you both act like children!” Nick scolded

“Chris is a child, children can barely read by the age of 7!”

“Matt!” Chris pouted

“Look see now your pouting goofy!”

“Imma get you Matt!” Chris held up his hands in a clawing motion, wiggling his fingers at Matt before snickering to himself.

“Alright bro” Matt said ending the conversation and cleaning up his plate.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Matt now sat at the couch spread out scrolling on his phone. It had been a while since the tease at breakfast, so he easily forgot about Chris saying he was “Going to get him”.

Chris strolled into the living room looking around until settling his eye on Matt.

“Cuddle time!” Chris said in a high pitched voice before plopping down onto his brother.

“Chris get off!” Matt said in annoyance, pushing at his shoulders

“Chris seriously stop!”

“Remember how I said I was going to get you?” Chris asked evilly

“I don’t care get off me!”

This gave Chris the perfect opportunity to dig his fingers into Mats sides, massaging into the skin.

“Don’t fucking tihickle me!! CHRIS!” Matt yelled, surprised on what he’d just done.

“I told you I was gonna get you!”

“STOP IT! ChrIHIHhihiss!!” Matt giggled as he moved his way up to his ribs

“imma get’cha! Imma get’cha!” Chris sang as Matt tried desperately to push him off. Wiggling every finger in between his ribs to try to get the sensation to tickle more and more.

“3….2….1!” Chris counted down, once he got to one he shot his hands underneath Matt’s arms, pressing into that one spot between the ribs and the armpit. Matt screamed.

“CHRIHIHIS YOU AHASSHOLE!! IM GOHOING TO FUHAHUCKING KILL YOHOU!!”

“Why don’t you fight back if you hate it so much?” Chris asked giving Matt a break

“Cahause I fehehel like I cahant move you shit head!” Matt sassed

“I wouldn’t be insulting people if I was in your condition!” Chris said before using one hand to squeeze into his hips and the other to massage into his armpits

“GAHA! FUHUHUHUCKK!!!” Matt threw his head back in laughter. Squeezing his arms as close as possible to his body.

“Wiggle of a finger and your laughing!” That fucker just quoted himself!

“SHUHUHUT UPP!!”

“Matt how are you so confident in being in the situation you are in right now?” Chris asked now squeezing Matt’s knees

“FUHUHCKER GET OHOFF OF MEHEHE!!!” Matt yelled causing Nick to come into the room.

“You’re always up to some weird shit in here!”

“He just doesn’t listen to me Nick! Watch this!” Chris stoped tickling for a second

“Stop swearing at me!” Chris commanded as he went back to squeezing his knees

“SHIHIHIT!! FUHUCKER STOHOP!!” Matt held his stomach pounding on Chris’ back.

“Look see! I told you!”

“Y’all are a bunch of losers bro” Nick commented scratching his neck while looking on his phone.

“CRHIHISS STOHOP!! I CAHA- *snort*” Matt kicked out hitting the arm rest of the couch.

“Hoholy shit!” Chris cackled stoping his attack

“Dude you gonna kill him!” Nick sat on the other couch placing his drink on the coffee table scrolling on his phone

“I tohold you to shohop!” Matt breathed still trying to push Chris off

“Wait do it again!” Chris giggled

“Do whahat?”

“He wants you to snort again” Nick butted in

“I’m not doing that again, Chris get off me!”

“No it was funny!” Chris pronounced, digging his fingers back into Matt’s knees.

“CHRIS!!!” Matt yelled falling back into cackles, kicking both of his legs back into the arm rest

“Matt stop kicking the fucking couch!!” Nick scolded looking up from his phone

“Yea Matt! Stop kicking the couch!” Chris teased, squeezing into Matt’s knees.

“QUIHIHIT IT!!” Matt wheezed, squirming and trying to buck Chris off

“Chris you might actually kill him” Nick said

“No he’s fine!”

“FUHUHUCKING *snort* STOHOP!!” Matt finally snorted causing Chris to laugh and stop his tickling.

“Oh my god dude that was the funniest thing ever” Chris sighed, getting off Matt

“Dohont ehever do that agahain!” Matt threatened

“You’re just lucky you didn’t do that to me” Nick sassed

“Who says I still can’t?”

“Mother fucker, I will break you fucking fingers!” Nicks voice turned stern, causing an embarrassed giggle to come from Chris

“Matt you good?” Chris asked looking down at a exhausted Matt

“Yohohour ridiculous!” Matt punched Chris in the leg before dodging a hit in return.

“Stop! You’re about to knock over my drink!” Nick said defensively, grabbing his drink from the coffee table.

“Ow Matt!”

“That’s what you get, that’s was horrible!”

“You liked it though!” Chris smirked before dashing out of the room

“I DIDNT! GET BACK HERE!” Matt yelled after him chasing his around the house.

(Short a simple but I just felt that the tickle community needed more Sturniolo tickles! <3)

-Navy out!

[jamiesfootball]

this may be an incredibly insane take but i think jamie’s book should’ve been frankenstein or the outsiders! like for frankenstein, it does a really good job of demonstrating how our actions have consequences, how people view us vs. how we view ourselves, and the impact of daddy issues 😔. and the outsiders does a good job of showing the effects of prejudice and how at the end of the day we’re not all that different.

i’ve never read the beautiful and the damned but even with a title like that i can’t tell that jamie probably wouldn’t find it very flattering. like what the actual fuck was ted thinking. “yeah jamie will love this one for sure. he’ll really connect with me after he reads this.” im sorry but ted’s very dumb sometimes. even the hungry caterpillar or no david no would’ve been books than that.

Added!

The main consensus that I have gotten in the notes re: The Beautiful and The Damned is 'it's like the writers picked it based off the title alone without looking too deep into the book.

While I do see how they maybe saw the spark notes about the themes and went 'oh that's close to a cautionary tale for jamie', the actual experience I'm having reading the book is... well like I said, I have opinions. They are half-baked opinions at the moment, as I am only halfway through the book, but reading it through potentially Jamie's eyes (from season 1 or 3) is certainly getting me riled up to a fucking state. So there's that.

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Badger’s Best of 2022 sentence starters

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* All lines are from this video made by content creator TheRussianBadger.

“I didn’t come here to fuckin’ read!”

“I will carpet bomb your house.”

“No, we’re not going in the direction of ranch.”

“I don’t want to see another video of [name] killing a wasp with ranch dressing.”

“Fuck you, you’re going to the ranch dimension.”

“It’s Ezekiel torn, the Lord is coming back for us. Take me, God!”

“What alcohol do you think [name] would drink? 100% malt liquor.”

“Pass me that travel size Jack Daniels.”

“Yeah, I cleared the house. Off the fucking map.”

“Doctor tried to give me Tylenol instead of percs so I punched him in his fuckin’ face.”

“Your voice is so bassy that my subwoofer keeps shaking my entire fucking wall and I’m scared.”

“You smell like fuckin’ beans, dog.”

“What did I just hear? That doesn’t even sound like an insult.”

“Hey, fall over, break your neck. It’ll be funny.”

“You deserve a bullet.”

“How about you immerse yourself in a shower, bro?”

“I might be 29 years old with dementia, ‘cuz I forgot entirely what the fuck I was gonna say!”

“You did not find your jaw under your bed.”

“The tooth fairy should give you a Dodge Charger if you put your jaw under your bed.”

“Kentucky is literally just farming coal, fried chicken, and horses.”

“Physics wasn’t lying, that particle can exist upon observation.”

“If I hear another ‘swas’, I will fire my Kar 98k into oncoming traffic.”

“I’m showing these mortals what’s good.”

“Even your exhale was autotuned.”

“You sound like a Decepticon charging up.”

“That’s not the pitch moving, that’s just me existing.”

“Yeah, this is going great. Suck my fucking dick.”

“The ocean is a soup. Well, it’s filled with microplastics, so I hope you’re hungry.”

“I hit critical mass, bro. My computer just died.”

“I don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club. You can’t even get in.”

“Michael Jordan’s classic punchline when he sunk it from three: Shabingus.”

“What the dog doing? Literally crushing an entire metropolis.”

“My wife is the greatest, I really love her. First thing I hear? ‘Cringe’.”

“Parry this, you stupid fuckin’ lizard.”

“I land an 86-hit combo, he hits one haymaker and I just fuckin’ DIE?”

“Go left, you fuckin’ rat.”

“Why are you giggling like a goblin?”

“The rule of God is incoming.”

“Now I know what you meant by ‘the blast radius is YES’.”

“I rob literally everyone I know on purpose.”

“You can’t call me mommy either. You guys are fucking weird.”

“I’m not even shooting that guy, that was so impressive.”

“My brother in Christ, you are witnessing our extinction.”

“That’s him, officer, he wasn’t using the Wii wrist strap.”

“That is, like, the ultimate form of spawn camping.”

“Yeah, because we can barely fuckin’ hear you. Shut the fuck up.”

“That shit was actually giving me a headache a little bit.”

“You are blind in your left eye, don’t talk to us about not having RGB.”

“I’m blind in both eyes, don’t feel bad.”

“Your cat stole your radiator? How does a cat steal a radiator?”

“Nah, bro, he do be certified in HVAC.”

“If you don’t like the dollar fifty hot dog at Costco, you belong in a jail cell. I have nothing else to say to you.”

“I pour the milk, I pour the cereal, and then I get out the bowl.”

“It don’t really matter which one’s first. The bowl is last. Everybody knows that.”

“Blunt force trauma to the head is what killed the very hungry caterpillar?”

“You just made me uncontrollably sneeze.”

“I did not stand a chance. The game was rigged from the start.”

“The fucking brain on this kid!”

“When vehicles are the only thing tethering you to the earth.”

“This silence got me fucked up.”

“Damn, that’s sad as hell. You gotta light up your dinner with a BIC?”

“Nah, it’s been going good these last few months, I got a fourth lighter.”

“I take some chicken noodle Campbell’s soup with me, right? I stick it in the fire and I let the ash get in the soup, and you mix it around, and, I swear to God, it makes it taste better.”

“You know what I do? Not fucking that.”

“That just woke me out of my nap, bro. That brought me to reality.”

“Turn that bullshit channel off, bro, I’m trying to go back to bed.”

“I will fucking kill you if you change the hot dog.”

“It’s really funny when you have to explain what Hamburger Helper is to your wife. She does not understand what it is.”

“Y’all be eating? Shit, I’m over here just breathing, that’s all I get. Good old bowl of air soup.”

“I’m pretty sure [name] had to pay his rent with beans this month.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go drink a gallon of rat poison, I’ll be right back.”

“I’m about to turn you into a fucking Hot Pocket.”

“That lizard took one sip of the McDonald’s Sprite and I was DONE.”

“Why do you laugh like a fucking hyena?”

“Did someone just say unemployment rate falls to zero when you commit genocide on a fucking planet?”

“You can’t glass a fucking planet and say ‘I did it because it solved the unemployment problem’.”

“I now understand why he’s so pissed, bro. That motherfucking bird was outrunning his ass for YEARS.”

“I would be so pissed if all I heard every day: ‘MEEP MEEP’.”

“Make it make sense, dude.”

“Y’all gonna kill me the way y’all talking, bruh.”

“What about that... Mother-motherfucker 43?”

“Ah yes, the ultimate trait in a sniper rifle: A glaring lack of accuracy.”

“You zigged when you should have zagged, my boy.”

“Head empty, only bullet.”

“Give me all the flash grenades you have.”

“Bitch, I’m back out my coma.”

“I am not accepting that reality.”

“Google’s gonna call you an idiot like the fucking computer from Courage.”

“Why am I getting in trouble for speaking the truth?”

“He’s already in jail for second rate shaboingery.”

“Are you talking about the kid that actually went to jail for shaboingery?”

“Imagine being brought in on felony tomfoolery charges.”

“I will admit I was fully aware and cognizant of what I was doing. This was not an accident.”

“You know [name]? He’s allergic to water, dumbass was a fisher for eight years.”

“He’s allergic to water? How? He IS water!”

“Damn, that’s pretty hydrophobic of you. Why would you say that?”

“I need you to put ONE BALL in the hole and you couldn’t land shit!”

“Y’all the type to put fifty dollars down for that stuffed animal, huh?”

“For a second there, I became that meme of that dude sitting in a fast food restaurant just glowing orange.”

“You can’t say the word ‘hamster’ without laughing. ‘Hamster’ is a real word.”

“You’re going to heaven, big boy.”

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devlog 19: parallel storytelling, Devlogs are not forever...

The script for TSTW is 21 chapters long. I estimate we’ve reached the point where it kicks into high gear, given the (hopefully) plentiful space i’ve put in to get to know the characters. when draft 1 is done, i’ll be sending it off to my beta readers who’ll let me know the inevitable places where I left things unexplained. but for now it’s moving along well.

Today we’re changing gears slightly. we’re veering away from the world of granular storytelling and instead taking a look at narratives that shine in their simplicity. Last week we talked about figuring out the inventory our characters have in order to determine how they would solve a given problem. this week, we’re figuring out the deal with these two:

Let’s talk about children’s books.

regardless of what age group you’re from, chances are you have a book you were fond of as a kid. for a lot of people it’s something like the hungry hungry caterpillar, or maybe if you’re my brother you’re fond of the french series “Meche au vent” and “Martine” 

There is something to be said about how the books you read as a kid influence you as an adult, and that’s why I’m doing this. In the story, Killouette has a book she really likes. Obviously, we need to make that book if we’re going to show it in the story. I love doing this- it’s called mise en abyme and it refers to when there’s a story within the confines of another story. I think it adds a lot of character and life to what’s being said if you bother to put as much effort into the side missions as you do the main quest. Originally i had drawn the image as an unrelated thing, having recently acquired two plushies that I thought looked great together: 

and… that’s that right? 

right?

so anyways the little lulu show is an animation series produced in canada that aired in 1995 through 1998, based on the comic strip little lulu by Marjorie Henderson Buell.

the arabic dub of the show, very popular among older folk made the rather curious decision to name the show after Lulu and her best friend which is something that gets acquired in translation i would suppose, but works really well for us because then we can name our two characters Loulou and taboush without worrying about copyright, because another company called studio 100 now owns it after having acquired one of the three companies that made the show and god forbid anyone is allowed to have any fun in this awful ecosystem of companies buying each other like stock. 

But yeah, why am I making a children’s book inside another book? well mainly cause i want to, and if everyone is going to reject publishing my books i may as well have fun making them and be experimental. when I spoke about the camera being focused on killouette and her feelings, that’s great but this comes with an unintended side effect: the clarity with which my characters usually voice certain ideas isn’t there anymore. This isn’t the worst thing in the world, not every piece of media needs to have a message behind it. A decent chunk of stories exist out there because they’re fun and for no other reason.

Regardless, one of the ideas at play is the notion of problems being about perception more than they are solutions. we’re applying this specifically to how someone views themselves, so here’s what i came up with:

The story centers around Tabbouch, a stuffed elephant who has lost the button that’s usually attached to his stomach. The exact event that led to him waking up with the button missing is deliberately blurred and the question left unanswered, because that’s the problem that we’re trying to perceive differently, and I think it would be a bad idea bloating such a short story with things that aren’t relevant. Tabbouch is greeted by his friend loulou, a small fairy that looks like a bear and she suggests doing a couple of activities that aren’t going to vibe well with tabbouch cause at this point tabbouch is still really sad about his button being missing. tabbouch leaves loulou and runs into a friend of his who feels down. after cheering them up,   tabbouch sees that the world around him is very pretty, feels good about that and by extension himself, concluding that although he still does want to find his button, he can still live without it. 

it really doesn’t need to be more complicated than that. no one needs to know why the plushies are sentient or why they conveniently have small stoves… I say this mostly for me. the life of a chronic tryhard is difficult, don't judge me. What's important is that it mirrors what the kids in our story need to do. They have long term problems they can’t immediately address, so the solution is to see the problems immediately in front of them a little bit differently. with that out of the way, we can talk about the thing that makes children’s books shine…

the         I   L   L   U   S   T   R   A   T   I   O   N   S

so it should be no secret at this point that I don’t really stick to any one way of drawing:

this one is how i did all of almost home, real ink with digital colors

this one is just linework with a fountain pen

watercolor:

image editing/glitching

special shoutout to MS paint:

there’s more but I don't want to put my entire portfolio in here so we’ll move on. This is good for me because I have the flexibility of figuring out how I want to show these images. I’ll have to fuck around and find out, but off the top of my head here’s a couple of things i’d like to try:

any of the above

scanning the inked linework and coloring the linework itself digitally (maaybe adding large flat areas of color? limited color palette?) 

good old watercolor. I can't go wrong with that.

digital rendering with textures (this could allow us to use halftones for example, but comes with the risk of overdoing it. closest example is the very first image in this post)

paper cutouts mixed with real images

I like the idea of having each page be a linocut print, but i don’t have access to that, and i’d need to look into woodblock printing.

for the most part, i’ve figured out most of the stuff that i wanted to for killouette. so the next devlogs won’t be called “devlogs”... they’ll just be called updates. This is because beyond now I don't think I'll have anything too substantial to share since I'll basically be writing and doing set designs. I’d still like to post on Tuesdays, we’ll see.

Updates on tuesdays.

[9thbutterfly]

I have loved every stage of OR's life so far (with the exception of nights during the months when they woke up every. Single. Hour.)

but yeah, this time, when they are really figuring out how to talk? Ah, I love this!

Yeah, sometimes it's tricky to figure out what they want, and that can be frustrating for us both, but it is also a fun puzzle. And not to brag, but compared to LG, I'm pretty good at this. Might be because I have long practise - OR is now at about the stage that my disabled brother has been most of his life.

Anyway. Last week, for the first time, they told us about things that happened at daycare, instead of just talking about things that are happening right now.

("[teacher] excavator gone" probably meant the excavator at the nearby construction site was gone, or [teacher] made them go inside and they couldn't watch any more

"[other child] stomachache" turned out not to be about another child, but about the Very Hungry Caterpillar, which they've been reading.)

And it seems to go the other way, too. We went to the zoo during the weekend, and now they are demanding photos to bring to daycare. (Each child has a binder for the teachers to document their development, but also for parents to send pages about interesting things that happen outside of daycare, so I'm going to print some photos tomorrow and make a page for that binder.)

They're also pretending to be animals a lot. At first it was a dog, now it is "other dog" (the original dog was gentle and cuddly, the "other dog" is loud and wild. Sometimes an owl (by pulling a blanket over their head - maybe because owls are awake in the dark?). And since the zoo visit, a monkey. Which needs to be petted and scratched just like a dog, in case you were wondering.