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always-and-forever-a-killjoy · 4 years

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Coming Home Chapter 2

Hello fuckers I know I promised this chapter yesterday but then I fell asleep because I was incredibly exhausted. So I'm posting it today because I deserve it Also, the song for the last chapter was Revolution Radio by Green Day, which no one guessed! I'll give you a hint for this chapter- it's very far off from Green Day or My Chemical Romance.

Title: Coming, Coming Home

Chapter Title: Cause I’m with you this time

Chapter Wordcount: 3333

Chapter Summary:

Cherri Cola settles into living with Dr. Death Defying and White Lily, figures out that someone actually cares about him, and makes some reckless decisions.

Warnings: implied/referenced past abuse, referenced past misgendering, light panic/anxiety attack, non-graphic/canon-typical violence and injury, uhhh i *think* that's it? (If you want to know what parts to skip, go to the end notes on AO3- I also put a brief summary of any important info in those parts. Stay safe!)

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It took a few months for Cherri to really settle in to living with the other two. He was younger than them, and lacked the shared experience of fighting in the Helium Wars. But all three of them had the shared understanding of having grown up too fast, the pain and weariness in the other’s eyes mirroring his exactly. Not to mention that running a pirate radio station and attempting to spark a rebellion did tend to bond people. Having each others’ backs in firefights, fixing the radio equipment together, and eating their meals as a group only aided that process.

So 109 WKIL slowly got off the ground, heading into the sky just as promised. Their transmitter was fairly decent, and so their range was large even if few listeners were tuning in right now. But the rebellion grew daily, neutrals and Battery City folk abandoning a more peaceful life under the hand of Better Living Industries for the wild world of a killjoy. White Lily spoke over the radio at least weekly, encouraging them to fight, to not let themselves be squashed under bli’s heel.

“Power is not given, but taken. If you hate oppression, you better be ready to fight against the oppressor and give it everything you’ve got.”

Cherri was sitting in his usual spot under the broadcast desk, making sure that all the equipment was running smoothly as White Lily spoke above him. Her voice didn’t have the deep, gravelly weight of D’s, but the fire in it was inspiring. There had always been something about White Lily that made people want to follow her, D had told him. Some spark in her spirit that kindled fires in others, bringing them together under her leadership.

“Better Living may have bombs, and gas, and more ray guns than we can dream of getting our grubby little killjoy paws on. But we have something they can never replace: spirit. You can’t make a fiery heart with pills and white walls. They can take our bodies, shoot us full of plasma and throw us to the wolves. But they can never touch our spirit. Never. We will rise again, as many times as they try to throw us down.

"The spirit of the desert is something they can’t kill with any amount of laser beams. Any size of bomb, any number of exterminators. None of it will squash our spirit, and that’s what makes us invincible. As long as a single killjoy rises to fight, Better Living Industries cannot win. So get out there, crash queens! Get your vehicles, motorbabies. Angel kissers, grab your med kits, and kerosene saints, your matches. We’ve got a corporation to overthrow, and we’re not stopping at just nipping at their heels. Killjoys, it’s time to make some noise!”

She clicked off the radio. “How was that?”

“Good,” Cherri told her. “Inspiring. Makes you want to fistfight an exterminator.”

“Oh good, that’s what I was hoping for.” Lily paused. “No fistfighting exterminators though, that’s a bad idea.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“Oh yes I can,” Lily laughed. She was still grinning as she reached to help Cherri out from under the desk, a grin both achingly close and achingly far to one he remembered. There were days when she looked so much like his sister it hurt, not in her features but in the way she laughed and her teasing grin as she and D bantered back and forth.

Cherri tried not to think about it as he pulled himself to his feet. “And how do you plan on stopping me?”

“Hmm…I think I shall tackle you.”

“Then what?”

“Make D lecture you nonstop until you fall asleep.”

Cherri laughed as they headed back into the house. "Good luck with that."

So far, they hadn’t had to move the van from its position in front of their home in Zone Four, but all of them knew it was only a matter of time before bli would be breathing down their necks.

“We have some time,” D said that evening. “Our signal will be hard to track, and we don’t have a wide enough reach to be a threat to Better Living Industries yet.”

“We’re getting there, though,” Lily commented, digging around for the last bit of power pup in her can.

“True, we’ve got a lot more listeners now than we did before.” Cherri was already finished with his, playing with his dented spoon and reflecting the sunlight across the room idly. “It’s going to be hard to stay hidden for long, not when the other killjoys whisper about our station and spread the word between themselves.”

“The more people who know, the easier it is for Better Living to find us,” D agreed. “Of course, we need people to know so they’ll tune in, but we’ll have to be careful as we get larger.”

“Careful, careful, you’re always careful.” Lily leaned back in her chair, setting down her spoon. “I’m not saying we abandon all caution, but there’s going to be risks running a rebellion. A lot of the time, we’ll just have to decide if they’re worth taking.”

Cherri nodded, still examining the spoon. “And a lot of the time they will be.”

“Didn’t know you were such a daredevil, Cher.” He made to glare at Lily, but she went on. “You’re right though. Everything’s a risk, and we’re going to have to take a lot of them.”

“I don’t like that,” D put in.

“None of us do, except maybe Cherri the daredevil over here. But we’re doing it.”

“We’re doing it,” D agreed tiredly.

“I’m not a fucking daredevil,” Cherri muttered. That was….mostly true. Risk for the sake of risk wasn’t exactly his thing, but risk for any other sake was. As long as only his life was at risk, it was a risk worth taking. He figured, at least.

“You’re pretty fucking daring, Cher.”

“Only risks that are worth it, though.” He pretended not to see the two older ‘joys exchange glances.

True to their predictions, the rebellion grew. Their radio was a contributing factor, Cherri hoped. It certainly seemed to have grown in popularity as more killjoys entered the desert and more neutrals lay down their peaceful ways and took up arms alongside the killjoys. WKIL was something whispered about in killjoy circles, told to the newbies, the undergrads of the desert.

Cherri knew because he was the one who went and talked with them, the lesser-known face. Everyone recognized at very least the voices of D and Lily by now, the two radio speakers who rallied the rebels, but Cherri Cola was not a name whispered in legend yet. He was just a sixteen year old with a shitty ray gun and a bad haircut, which had advantages and disadvantages.

One of the advantages was the ability to go talk to random people and be seen as relatively harmless, just a teen with a bright pink mask. There was nothing about him to suggest that he was an incredible shot with a ray gun or a dangerous fighter, not in the slightest. He wore oversized clothes and perpetually looked disheveled, so he had been told. And if you didn’t look too closely at his eyes, you wouldn’t even see the fire in them.

So Cherri used that hidden advantage, appearing perfectly harmless to anyone who didn’t know him well. It was helpful for White Lily and Dr. Death Defying, since neither of them could go anywhere where there were a lot of rebels without being recognized.

And the rebellion grew and grew. Their voices were growing louder, their colors brighter even as Better Living Industries tried to squash them down. The spirit of the desert truly was rising, and a faint sense of hope had started to permeate the air. White Lily never promised that they would win. But she promised that Better Living Industries wouldn’t, so long as a single killjoy stood, and that was enough for most of the desert.

They were teenagers, mainly. The bulk of the force that was forming the current rebellion was either teenagers, running from their pasts in Battery City, or twenty-something former soldiers of the Helium Wars, running from what they had done or trying to put it right. They were young and invincible, so it seemed. The reality that they could easily die doing this hadn’t sunk in for most of the younger population of the desert, intoxicated on freedom and the thrill of the desert.

D and Lily knew that reality all too well, Cherri knew. He knew they knew what all of them were up against, had watched death in their own right in the Helium Wars, had wrought it with their own hands.

He knew what the consequences were too, a memory of bli employees in clean white suits coming to respectfully ‘recruit’ the person he loved most hovering behind a door in his mind. That door would remain closed, Cherri had decided. The past was the past- but he fought because of it anyways, knowing the horrors Better Living Industries had done.

Cherri might have been young, but he was no fool. He knew quite well that he could die, and he couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck, as Lily would put it. There were things more important than living to some grand old age, and this rebellion was one of them.

He would be lying to himself if he said that some part of him wasn’t in this for revenge, maybe a larger part than he was willing to admit.

“If you take away someone’s world, they might just burn yours down,” Cherri muttered to himself, aiming his shitty old ray gun at the empty cans Lily had set up that day. Despite how long he had already been out here, they still hadn’t managed to locate him a better weapon. That was fine, he thought, he was deadly enough even without one, but D and Lily both insisted that it would be a lot easier for him with something that wasn’t outdated by at least three years.

“What?” Cherri jumped as D came to stand next to him, aiming his own black and blue ray gun at the cans. “Did you say something, Cherri?”

“Oh, uh. Nothing.”

D shrugged, tilting his head to take aim. “You don’t have to tell me, I just figured I’d ask in case you were trying to tell me something.”

Cherri lowered his ray gun, glancing down. “I said if you take away someone’s world, they might just burn yours down.”

“Ah. True, and insightful.” Cherri didn’t have to glance over at D to know his face would be gently concerned. “Somewhat dark though, you could say.”

“Guess so.”

They were silent for a moment, apart from the zap of ray guns.

“Pasts are something to be forgotten here,” D said finally. “But if you need someone to talk to about yours, Lily and I will support you.”

“Thanks.”

“I mean it, you know.”

Cherri fiddled with his ray gun. “Yeah.”

“Just putting that out there.” D turned back to their target practice.

Despite D’s words, there was a silent agreement amongst the three of them that pasts were not to be spoken of or asked about. Occasionally, D or Lily would tell a few stories, mainly from their childhood. They rarely talked about the Helium Wars, only occasionally with each other. And Cherri said nothing about his past. Instead, he pretended not to notice the days when the other two flinched at any loud sound, and they pretended not to hear him cry out in the night, when everything was silent and there was no buffer against the memories. It was a courtesy more than anything, a way to keep each other from having to speak about their darkest times. Usually, Cherri appreciated that, finding it easier to deal with any hurt alone than worry about burdening the others.

Tonight, however, was different. No matter how much he tried to calm himself down, his breath kept coming too quickly and he couldn’t drown out the voices of his past. Worthless, never going to amount to anything…should be more like Samantha…your grades are slipping again…never going to be a boy…

Cherri shivered violently, even though the blanket was tucked safely over him, and climbed off the window seat he had been using as a sort of bed, picking up said blanket. It was cold in the desert at night, no use leaving it behind.

It took him more rests of leaning against the wall and trying frantically to draw a single breath than he wanted to admit before he was down the hall to the room D and Lily had claimed. Their door was cracked open, but Cherri pushed it open a little bit further to see both of them seemingly sleeping peacefully as he stood in the doorway.

“Cher?” That was White Lily, lifting her head a bit from the mattress. “Everything okay?”

He managed to shake his head, and she gestured for him to come sit.

“What’s going on, friendo?”

“Bad dream,” Cherri whispered.

“Ah. Those are no fun. Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

Lily nodded as if to say that didn’t surprise her, and she looked dreadfully like someone he used to know in that moment. “Come on then, lay on down. D won’t mind if you elbow him, he gets up at ass o’clock in the morning anyways.”

Cherri was quite certain D would, in fact, mind, but he did as she asked anyways, settling down on the creaky mattress. Lily put her arm out in what was clearly an offer, but didn’t touch him until he rolled over towards her. When he did, she wrapped her arm around him fully, pulling him closer, and Cherri felt like he could breathe for the first time since waking up.

Lily didn’t say ‘I love you’ or anything of the sort, but she did ruffle his hair and give him a quiet “Goodnight, Cher.”

And Cherri didn’t say ‘I love you’ either, but he leaned into her embrace. “Goodnight, Lily.”

True to Lily’s words, it was, in fact, what Cherri would qualify as ‘ass o’clock in the morning’ when D woke up and proceeded to wake the other two up while getting out of bed.

“Is it even light out?” Cherri questioned as Lily gave a massive yawn.

“No, which is why D’s being an asshole.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you up, Lil. Or you, Cherri.” He didn’t question why Cherri was there, much to Cherri’s relief.

“You did anyways,” Lily grumbled, but she released Cherri and sat up. “I guess it would be time to get up soon anyways.”

“Exactly,” D huffed.

Lily just yawn-laughed as she got up, and Cherri reluctantly followed the others downstairs. They had quick breakfast in the predawn light, followed by a bit of fussing around as they got ready for D’s morning broadcast, organizing all the news and things that had come in yesterday. Killjoys had started to send them news of the desert, to the point where they got almost as much from what people sent in/dropped off/radioed to them as what Cherri found out on his almost daily runs. It was starting to pass what he could find out on daily runs, really. But he went anyways because they still needed his info, and they needed to eat.

“Bye, Lily, D!”

“See you, Cherri,” Lily hollered back. “Be careful!”

“I will!”

The three of them split the tasks that living in the desert and running a radio station required. Today, D and Lily were taking the radio station van to drive around and talk to people, encourage them to join the cause. Cherri was taking the motorcycle to get any news and see if he couldn’t grab some power pup from a supply truck.

He sped down the road, getting in position to raid the supply truck. A one-killjoy raid was a dumb idea, for sure, but Better Living Industries hadn’t started to arm their trucks very heavily yet, and Cherri was confident enough in his ability to think he could pull it off. This was a small one, anyways. The initial raid went off without a hitch- the driver and few accompanying dracs were dead before they had time to see the teenage killjoy who hurried down from the dune to pull out as much of the contents of the truck as would fit in the sidecar of the motorbike. It was afterwards that became the problem, as a full two cars of bli employees came rushing towards the site.

“Fuck,” Cherri hissed under his breath. He quickly assessed his odds. One teenager with a shitty ray gun and a motorcycle against what must be at least one scarecrow and probably at least eight dracs was not good odds, but he doubted running away would be any better. They would chase him down, and then he wouldn’t even have the advantage of his higher vantage point. Hiding wasn’t an option either, given that dracs would search the entire area, so Cherri crouched behind the motorcycle and got ready to fire.

When the first person hopped out of the car, Cherri almost swore out loud. Not a scarecrow. An exterminator. He was so fucked.

Cherri’s hands shook slightly as he lifted the ray gun and aimed. He had to take down that exterminator as soon as possible, or he was dead. The shakiness proved his undoing, as the shot whistled past the exterminator, missing by barely half an inch and causing the Better Living operative to turn.

Fuck it. Cherri got out from behind the motorcycle and ran directly towards them, firing off shots indiscriminately. His best shot now was to overwhelm and confuse them. It seemed to be working, given that one thing they did not expect was a teenager in a bright pink mask to come running directly at them. In fact, most of the dracs froze, enough that he was able to get in a few good shots before they realized what was happening. One shot even hit the exterminator in the shoulder, but unfortunately not their shooting arm, leaving them perfectly capable of raising their gun to retaliate.

Retaliate they did, and Cherri screamed as a shot hit him in the side. “Fuck! Fuck you!” He was shaking too hard to shoot back as the exterminator held up a hand, quite calmly.

All the dracs stopped, and the exterminator strolled casually towards Cherri. “Greetings, rebel.”

Cherri spit at their feet.

“Rather rude of you, wasn’t that? I’m tempted to kill you here, you ill-mannered rebel scum.” They reached out and tilted Cherri’s chin up to look them in the eye, letting him see the cold fire that lingered there.

“Get fucked,” Cherri spat out as they took his ray gun from a shaking hand and tossed it over their shoulder.

“I do appreciate the suggestion, but I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you want to live.”

Their ray gun was positioned at his neck, and Cherri knew he had a low chance of surviving even a stun shot to that spot at such a close distance.

“I would kill you now, ill-mannered rebel, but I think I’ll let you live for one reason and one reason only- I want you to go to that ‘Doctor D’ and his friend White Lily, and tell them they will not win. We will find the radio station you killjoys speak of, we know your precious leader is hiding out in Zone Four. So go, tell them. And pray you survive that shot.”

They shoved Cherri, and he stumbled away, ignoring the pain in his side as he climbed onto the motorcycle. He revved the engine, throwing it into action and barely caring if some of the supplies fell out of the sidecar.

The exterminator watched him go with a cruel smile.

#cherri cola #dr. death defying #ttlofk #coming coming home tag #auri writes #ask to tag #white lily #killjoy oc #sometimes a family is a 21 y/o rebellion leader her tired best friend and the feral 16 y/o they picked up along the way

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tabloidtoc · 3 years

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quackmyback · 5 years

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Marauders : Harry Potter

Requested Harry Potter x Fem! Reader (as written in request)

A lovely request :)

Could you do a story where the marauders are alive were it’s a Harry x reader and they meet the reader and love her. But the reader is very sassy and ALWAYS roasts Harry when he’s being the awkward little shit that he is so they are a bit taken aback. But then they catch them kissing and being all sweet and intimate and realize how much they love each other and that the readers sassiness is just a game bc she really loves Harry. Thanks ilysm

a/n : I went a little off track here, but I think I got the gist of it. Also, yes Lily and James are alive, however, Peter is not involved in the story bc little bitches dont get story time

Word Count : 1,600+

REQUEST ARE OPEN | HOWEVER THEY MAKE TAKE SOME TIME TO COMPLETE

Harry had no clue that when he met the girl, he would fall head over heels. In fact, it felt like the opposite. Her personality was blunt and made an embarrassed blush blossom on his cheeks. The first time they met was in his first year, Hermione had went to fetch something from her dorm but was taking forever. Unfortunately for him, he lost the bet against Ron(a very intense game of rock, paper, wand) and had to go check on her. As soon as stepped foot on the staircase, it mimicked a slide and he slipped all the way back to the beginning. It reminded him of the time he went to the park with his cousin, but all he got to do was be pushed down the slide by Dudley just to eat a pile of mulch.

This time; he ate carpet.

A belting laugh filled the room as a small girl with an awkward haircut and ears a tad too big for her head stared down at Harry with teary eyes. A gain stretched widely across her face, dimples carved out on only one of her cheeks. Little lines flicked out from her squinted eyes, she looked extremely goofy just laughing at the boy who lived.

"Are you joking? How stupid do you have to be?" She held out a hand to him, one that wasn't attempting to cool her cheeks down with quick presses of the palm, and helped him up."Have you learned nothing about Hogwarts? For a second you were the boy who levitated! I really thought the chosen one was a bit more observant than this." Harry's cheeks flushed and he became more and more self conscious, giving side glances to walls and realeasing uncomfortably long exhales. Y/n's laughing slowly died down and she poked his shoulder, as any eleven year old would do l, and gave him a comfy smile. "Hey, Harry, I was only joking. Not a lot of people know, but it's hilarious to watch first years and seventh years both just eat carpet, ya know?"

Harry glanced up at her face and realized she was being sincere, her eyes weren't crinkled anymore but slightly closed with sympathy and her grin had fallen to a lazy smile.

"I-I know," Harry managed to stutter out, his hands were stuffed in his robe pockets to hide his involuntary shaking while his eyes managed to find everything in common room more appealing than the girl's face.

"Well--" she moved past him and started up the steps"--is there something you wanted up here or did you just want to steal panties?"

Ever since then, they had become an odd duo. Harry would goof up and y/n would be the very first to point it out then help him fix it. Harry would trip and y/n would laugh then help him up. Harry would be late to a class and y/n would crack a joke then get detention just to keep him company. No body saw the sweet side of it, however, except for the golden trio and now...the marauders.

The day y/n had sat in the back of James and Lily Potter's car was the day her summer's fate was sealed to be the best of her life.

"So," Harry's mum gave y/n a cautious glance through the rearview mirror from the drivers seat(nobody trusted James to drive),"what are your grades like?"

"Mum-" Harry was interrupted by y/n hand by his, twirling their pinkies together lovingly.

"All O's, ma'am. Good thing too, or else Harry here wouldnt have a tutor-"

"Hey now-" Harry's cheeks flushed a bright pink as his parents just found out about his secret tutor sessions with his girlfriend.

James laughed loudly, kicking his feet up on the dashboard. Lily swatted at him and pinched at his calves so he would put them down, but his stubborn arse scooted away from his wife with a mischievous smile. "Dear Harry's got himself study dates with his lover? Does that sound familiar, love?"

Lily bit her lip from a reluctant smile, the days where James would follow her like a lost puppy; his arms filled with very very late potions homework while practically begging her to do it for him. Lily had taken the items from his arms and then dropped them on the floor, promptly telling him "I'm not your slave, Potter, that's what Remus is for."

As Lily looked back at the pair in the backseat of the family car, her eyes softened. Harry had a wide grin and he was smiling at the girl, her cheeks were a natural rosy red and her cherry lips spewed joke after joke; just enjoyed Harry's laugh. Lily remembered potions and how James would constantly crack joke after joke in a vain attempt to get her to laugh. Eventually, it worked.

"Oi, Lils-" James brushed his hand against the back of her neck and the pad of his thumb massaged behind her ear,"you alright? You seem out of it."

Lily let out a long exhale and glanced back at the couple again, this time y/n's fingers were interlocked with his and Harry's nose was buried in the crook of her neck. Slowly growing in volume, his snored deafened y/n, but she had never been more okay with it.

"Just thinking about how the boy's will react," Lily confessed, her finger nails scratched at the back of the leather steering wheel from nerves. Her Gryffindor courage had chipped away through the years and she found her inner self more anxious than she used to be.

James relaxed his hands behind his head and almost kicked his feet up on the dashboard again; if it weren't for Lily's deathly glare. James huffed as a smile nipped at the corners of his mouth,"Now come on, Lily, they're men now.

Lily laughed,"Sirius will never be man enough to kill a spider on his own. Much less survive the sweltering pride towards his grandson when he brings home a girl."

"Pardon me, ma'am?" Lily cocked an eyebrow at y/n throw the rearview mirror and nodded. Y/n cleared her throat and played with Harry's fingers as a nervous tick,"Harry talks fondly of the marauders quite often, and I feel as though he's a bit biased. I'd like to know about them from your point of view."

Lily had a surprised smile etched on her features, somehow her protective mother instincts had calmed down and she began to adapt to the girl's tranquil presence.

"You'll see."

Y/n indeed did see. As soon as they walked through the door, Sirius had pounced on them.

"Is this the lucky lady? She's a real looker Harry," Sirius belted his laughter through the Potter home and clapped Harry's back.

James shoved the black haired man back and grinned,"Oi, come on now Padfoot, give em some space. They only just got here, you watched em walk through the door.'

Sirius blew a raspberry as Remus walked up behind him and clased his shoulders. Y/n recognized him as her old DADA teacher and smiled. He towered over all of them, easily, and had kind eyes that reminded y/n of home.

"Are you bothering the children, Sirius?" Remus joked, his hands massaging the tense muscles across his husband's shoulders.

"The only person I care to bother is you," it was a quick kiss before Harry broke them up and shoved them upstairs.

"Gross-"

"You want be saying that later, Harry." Said Sirius before he linked his hand with Remus's and followed him away from the family. Remus waved at y/n before he disappeared, the only thing heard were bubbles of laughter from the couple from somewhere up the steps. Harry looked around for his parents stares, but found them nowhere. However, he did hear an abundance of his father's giggles and his mother's harsh whispers from the kitchen.

Harry turned to his girlfriend and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm so sorry about them, y/n. Really, they've got no self control when they're with each other-"

"Harry?" Y/n had a wide grin slapped across her face. That dimple Harry had noticed in their first year was still there and cuter than ever before. Harry raised his brows at her, so she would continue. "They're amazing. You're parents are amazing, you're godfathers are amazing." She snatched his hand and warmed his fingers between her own,"you're amazing and I'm really glad you invited me."

Before Harry could respond, a chorus of awes seemed to envelope them in a lovely aura.

"Harry's got a girlfriend!"

"Shut up, the whole lot of you!"

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honeypressed · 5 years

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aesthetics sides tag game

rules: bold all the aesthetics that you relate to

@jisunday this has been ages but im finally doing it thank you for tagging me oml

side a - the city

glittering lights, yawning skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neon signs, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles

side b - the book nerd

large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents

side c - the stereotypical girl

soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes

side d - the stereotypical boy

arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-coloured bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums

side e - the nature hippie

mini plants, cloud-watching, star gazing, damp forests, sandy beaches, ocean waves, wildflowers, hiking, ice lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-coloured leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses

side f - the rebel

cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape flavoured bubble gun, rock music, killer boots, dark makeup, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings

side g - the winter

busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies

side h - the summer

tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, travelling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones

side i - the autumn

pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colours, hair braids, soft sweaters, colourful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zentangling, vintage cameras

side j - the spring

floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, video cassettes, colourful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower

side k - miroh-minho’s aesthetic

ink stains on your fingers, white lilies, the smell of freshly baked bread and freshly brewed coffee, small sparklers in the dark of the night, staying up to 3AM with my own thoughts, street lights, cozy cafes, reading books, the warmth of the sun on your skin

im tagging whoever wants to do this!! this was so nice to do uwu

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nct 2018 as things

taeil: finishing every book on your shelf, the calm before the storm, being the only one awake at 3 am, gray beanies, contemplation, a glass of water after a tiring day

johnny: trying on new earphones for the first time, getting bonus points on quizzes, not having to skip ads on videos, getting a hang of ice skating, lemonade

taeyong: butterflies in stomachs, holding a microphone for the first time, gummy bears, cats purring, long and tight long-overdue hugs, buying a new coffee table

yuta: old boxing gloves worn out from loving overuse, the perfect red lip look, using gel pens for the first time, orders coming in on time, buying a dozen donuts

kun: multicolored confetti, counting down to New Year's, colored contact lenses, bluebells, street magic, yachts, being multilingual, crying after winning

doyoung: making a really good rhyme on accident, finishing a beer, perfectly manicured nails, campfires, violins, the opening notes of a symphony, diamonds

ten: uncontrollable laughter with friends, opening a new bottle of cologne, repainting your bedroom, finishing a journal, boba tea, velvet pajamas

jaehyun: yellow smiley face erasers, hair fading out to a soft but still gorgeous color, black skinny jeans, gold mat shoes, steel, icicles, skinny-dipping, rolexes

sicheng: finishing a lollipop without biting it even once, sunglasses, lingual braces, friendly winks, temporary tattoos, piercing ears with needles, fiberglass

jungwoo: white lilies in a transparent vase, ocean waves, adopting a pet, valentine's day balloons, charcoal, new white-out, heavy tapestries, buying new school supplies

yukhei: the last day of the school year, water slides, cough drops, maroon, pine trees, going through haunted corn mazes with best friends, kisses backed by moonlight

mark: spelling a word correctly on the first ever try, playing a song on repeat for hours without tiring of it, sunsets, coke bottle glasses, opening a can of soda

renjun: the finishing touches on a painting, getting a great haircut, finishing the crossword in the paper, old sweatshirts, dangling earrings, eating take out

jeno: lifting more weights than last time, putting on new guitar strings, learning how to whistle, glass bottles, homemade slingshots, white cat hair on black clothes

donghyuck: freshly squeezed orange juice, when movies live up to their hype, kaleidoscopes, breaking a piggy bank, sunrises, breakfast in bed, beach volleyball at night

jaemin: red chuck taylors, feeling the bass in your whole body, using your first music production software, doing handstands, rereading your favorite book, hummingbirds

chenle: homemade peach tea, new hair dye, shooting stars, aurora borealis, glass slippers, pulling an all-nighter, freshly baked brownies, breaking your own mile time

jisung: midnight snacks, filling your bike tires with air, cherry blossoms, mangoes, shaving cream, winning a goldfish at a fair, stripes, tin roofs, paper airplanes

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IBO Character Book (Post the Second)

As promised, the second post about the fantastic character-design-o-rama IBO artbook. This post will be somewhat shorter--most of what’s left is the model sheet section, and that stuff is always less interesting to me than earlier design work--but hit the jump anyway, because even if the design sheets don’t inspire you, it would be a shame to miss the canonization of the IBO afterlife as one big hot springs episode.

Model Sheets: Most of this section consists of the sort of art you might find on the character section of official websites--finalized images of the characters from different angles and with key expressions, along with color images of all their various outfits. We all already know what the characters look like, so the close-ups of costume elements and particularly choice expressions are the gems from this section. For example, there are a surprising number of undersides of boots pictured, so we can see the different tread designs!

But, for things that are actually interesting, here’s a set of images of Mikazuki, Atra and Kudelia’s bracelets. The beads are all different!

Mikazuki’s bracelet, with a bead design of a crescent moon drifting in clouds, an allusion to his namesake.

Atra’s bracelet, with a five-petaled flower that could probably be a lot of things, but this being a Japanese show is probably a cherry blossom. Unless anyone can read the text there and give me an alternative?

Kudelia’s bracelet, with a lily of the valley motif that matches the necklace set she bought for herself and Fumitan. This showcases Atra’s sharp eye, but also serves as yet another example of the show staff’s deftness with reference and allusion. Lily of the valley is a flower associated with a number of traditional feminine virtues--humility, chastity, purity. More pointedly, though, it has some alternate names in Christian tradition that reference the tears of Mary or Eve--and Kudelia is by far the character most associated with Christian imagery. Another interesting note is a pagan association with lily of the valley, that it enables people to envision a better world.

Of course, it’s also an extremely poisonous flower, which I feel like Kudelia would hear and think woeful thoughts about her bloodied hands, and the sacrifices her dreams are built on. It’s a heck of a flower choice, to say the least.

Meanwhile, in lighter fare, we have Zack here, by far the most expressive character in the model sheet section. I particularly enjoy his sparkle-eyed expression on the bottom left. (Note also the image of his boot tread pattern. This section is full of those random bootprints.)

Tekkadan kids! I’ve pointed out Embi, Elgar, Hirume and Trow before, but here are some others, for all your Ride’s Post-Series Dissident Faction needs. (I leave it as an exercise for the reader to comb through the battle scenes and peg how many of these other kids lived, and how many are named solely so that Orga or Ride or someone will have something specific to yell when a mobile worker get blown up.)

Macky faces! My favorite is 100% the sulky pouty face on the bottom right. I love McGillis best when he’s having bad days.

And a Gaelio page also! I included the full page for this one because there’s interesting tidbits all over it. Good all-angle shots of his scar (and accompanying hatchet job of a haircut), some helmet schematics, and, most interestingly, maybe a clue about what’s going on beneath his collar?

On the right side, in the batch of pictures of Vidar-with-helmet, there are two showing a series of thin plates curving down the back of his neck. What’s going on there exactly? In some of the color shots to their left, the multiple panels are reduced to a single one, positioned right at the hairline, but in any case, they seem to be integrated into whatever Gaelio’s wearing under his uniform coat. My guess is that they’re mechanized enough that they can slide away to reveal the hook-up for the Type E system, but, while down, also provide a bit of protection for the same hook-up, in the way that the Tekkadan boys use those little metal domes over their Alaya-Vijnana ports sometimes.

This one got a bit cut off, but I really need to share with everyone the study in lampshaded laziness that are the designs for Corlis and Orlis Stenja. Note that, not only is Corlis literally just Orlis with his hairstyle flipped to the other side, every single one of his expressions are just mirrored versions of his brother’s. I’m actually a bit in awe of this.

In the same vein as the Tekkadan kids, some Turbines girls.

Following the model sheet section, there are the requisite staff interviews, scattered with a few very sketchy bits, the highlight of which is this picture of Mikazuki:

And then, there’s. Well.

THE END COMIC:

Why is Ride trying to call Gaelio? What kind of wordplay is going on such that the people whose names end in ��-lis” (Noblis, Orlis, McGillis) now have chipmunk features? Why is Ein wrangling them? What are Gaelio and Julieta doing in the crowd welcoming Ride back to the land of the living? Will all that steam be bad or good for Barbatos’s joints, and can we infer that the Gundams have a bit of life in them after all, if they go to the Afterlife Hot Springs when they’re destroyed? What is Bael doing here on any level at all really?

I enjoy Mika with a water gun pressed firmly to Ride’s head, but I think the clear highlight here is the characters who have no shame to be lounging around naked in the hot springs versus the delicate flowers that are Carta, Iok and Akihiro. Which type do you guys think your favorite character would be?

#mobile suit gundam: iron-blooded orphans #g tekketsu #gundam ibo #ride mass #gaelio bauduin #kudelia aina bernstein #artbooks #scans

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Next Gen HP Looks

James Sirius Potter; “Jamie”, “Jay”, “Jay-Jay”

6′4 height. Photogenic. Muscular and lanky. Messy thick shiny black hair in Cole Sprouse’s haircut. Perfect jaw and cheekbones. Plump lips. Great bone structure. Light freckles everywhere, specially on his nose, cheeks, shoulders and back. Olive skin, he gets extremely tan during summer. Can actually pull and grow facial hair, which it is more reddish than black. Teeth white af. Handsome and cheeky smile, with adorable dimples on each cheek. ‘Potter’ perfect smirk. Always smiling. His eyes are almond shaped and a light honey colour with some gold hints. Long fingers, perfect for playing the guitar and the piano. Gorgeous. Tallest guy at school. Looks like a mix of Harry, Ginny and James Potter Senior. Extremely handsome and good-looking.

Albus Severus Potter; “Al”, “Albs”, “Albie”

6′1. Photogenic. Black shiny hair, quite short. Cheekbones for days. Olive skin, but he can’t get a tan, tho. Emerald Green eyes. Muscular, beater type, with broad shoulders. He doesen’t have lots of freckles, only a few single ones in his arm and one over his left brow. Sharp features. Ironic smile. ‘Potter’ perfect smirk. Can rock a Sherlock Holmes costume. Looks great in Green and black. White teeth and a dimple in his right cheek. Extremely expressive face. Can raise a brow. Eyebrows on fleek. Looks a lot like Harry, but you can see a bit of Arthur Weasley on him. Very good-looking like his brother and attractive.

Lily Luna Potter; “Lila”, “Lily Lu”, “Lil”

5′8. Photogenic af. Dark red hair, that used to reach her bellybutton, but she choped it into a lob. Naturally skinny and slender, she has a thin hourglass figure. Legs for days. Almond shaped Green eyes, but instead of being emerald, the Green is more like an avada kedavra green. Thick eyelashes and red brows. Round-squared face shape, like her mum. She looks a hell lot like Natalie Portman. Perfect bone structure. Olive skin, Lily can easily tan. She has freckles on her nose, shoulders, boobs and hips, and then she has freckles and moles separated, creating constellations through all her body. She also has a single freckle over her lip, at the right, just like Marilyn Monroe, which Fleur loves. Her extremely pink and full lips are her signature look, usually painted a cherry red. She’s a blend of a lot of Lily Evans and some of Ginny Weasley. Sassy smile, Potter perfect smirk, cheeky smile with dimples. ‘Quite the little heartbreaker. Drop dead gorgeous and seductive, with a sweet delicate voice. A beauty.

Victoire Apolline Weasley; “Vic”, “Vicky”, “Toire”

5′6 and a half. Model looks. Long glossy golden blonde hair that used to be more reddish as a kid. Light freckles all over her face. Big bright pale blue eyes. Quite tan skin during summer. Her hair is fabulous and her skin is shiny af. Full pink lips and the cutest nose ever. Round-squared face shape. Great bone structure. Dimples. Always painted nails. Model Slim figure. Sweet and kind smile. Never wears make up even though she loves it. She looks like a blend of classical beauty and california girl. She has her veela charm and she’s crazy beautiful.

Dominique Belle Weasley; “Dom”, “Nick”, “Dommie”

5′9. Long wavy pale blonde hair, dyed baby pink (she changes her hair colour every year). Big ocean blue eyes. Freckles on her face but she covers them. Sarcastic smirk. Cute smile. Long legs and arms. Skinny figure. Ears pierced and a small tattoo on the back of her neck. Pretty pink plump lips. Perfect soft skin. Sharp and dark eyeliner and fabulous black smokey eye, like Effy Stonem. Rocks a leather jacket like no one else. Grunge and rock ‘n roll style. Can eat a lot of fast food without gaining weight. Pale skin, she can’t get a tan. Cheekbones and collarbones. Relaxing smile. Veela charm. Fucking extremely pretty.

Louis Charles Weasley; “Lou”, “Louie”, “Lous”

6 feet tall. Gold blonde hair, lighter in the tips because of the sun. Ocean blue eyes, like Dominique. Perfect eyebrows. Grateful that he’s blonde and not ‘another ginger’. Muscular without playing Quidditch. Freckles only on his feet. Dimples. Broad shoulders. Can’t grow facial hair. Baby soft skin. Uses a lot his veela charm. He’s very attractive and he knows it.

Rose Jean Granger-Weasley; “Rosie”, “Ro”, “Posie”

5′5. Middle back lenght copper hair. Big, chocolate brown eyes, like her mum. Thick eyelashes. Button nose. Great eyebrows. Petite frame. Pretty and cute. Her body is fully covered with freckles. They are everywhere. Perfect nail shape. Small hands. Very fair skin, if she isn’t wearing sunscreen, she burns. Pink heart shaped lips. Heart-shaped face. Clumsy but graceful. She looks a lot like Hermione.

Hugo Billius Granger-Weasley; “Hugh”, “Huey”, “H”

6′2 and a half. Curly brown hair. Pale blue eyes. Tall and lanky. Dark freckles all over his face, and loads of them on his nose. Not too muscular. His dad’s nose, his mum’s and Rose’s mouth. Heart-shaped face. Very long arms. Fair skin, with the dark freckles. On his body, they aren’t a lot of them but they’re everywhere. Bushy eyebrows. A cute blend of Hermione and Ron.

Molly Anne Weasley; “Molls”, “Annie”, “Moll”

5′5 and a half. Soft Copper hair. Pale blue eyes. Thin red lips. Long bangs. Few freckles on her cheeks and arms. Long fingers. Button nose. Really cute. She can raise a brow. Perfect teeth after a year of brackets. Ivory skin. Can’t get a tan. Needs sunscreen every day. Perfect body.

Lucy Audrey Weasley; “Luce”, “Lulu”, “Lu”

5′3. Shoulder lenght dark copper hair. Large Coffee Brown eyes. Bushy eyebrows. Thin lips. Athletic figure due to Quidditch. Fit legs and butt. Fair skin. Freckles on her back, because when she plays Quidditch is where the sun mostly reaches her. Quite cute. Big bright smile. Her nails are always short, because she bites them. Heart of gold.

Frederick Gideon Weasley; “Freddie”, “Freds”, “Freddo”

6feet tall. Copper hair. Carmel skin. Very bushy eyebrows. Dark Hazel blue eyes. Few almost invisibe freckles on his nose and forehead and lots of them on his arms. Builder built. Broad shoulders and muscular. Big hands. Imperial nose. Strong jaw. Cocky happy grin. He looks like KJ Apa, but with natural ginger hair.

Roxanne Kate Weasley; “Rox”, “Roxy”, “Katie”

5′4. Glossy wild ebony black hair. Dark skin. Fabulous hourglass figure. Full lips, always with lip gloss. Big dark blue eyes. Thick eyelashes. Pearl White teeth. Freckles on her face. Stunning. Photogenic. Cheeky grin. Looks like Angelina with some Weasley in her.

Edward Remus Lupin; “Teddy”, “Ed”, “Teddy Bear”

6′1. He always wears his hair turquoise but its natural color is a mousy Brown. Dark blue eyes. Eyebrows on fleek. Quite muscular. Clumsy af. Fair skin but he’s able to tan. Remus’ looks with Tonks’ metamorphomagi.

Note: English isn’t my first language so if there are any mistakes, plz don’t roast me.

#James Sirius Potter #lily luna potter #Albus Severus Potter #dominique weasley #rose weasley #hugo weasley #lucy weasley #molly weasley ii #fred weasley ii #roxanne weasley #victoire weasley #louis weasley #teddy lupin #harry potter next generation #next gen harry potter #next gen hp

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Emma Stone's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles - 15+ - https://shorthaircutsmodels.com/emma-stone-short-haircuts-and-hairstyles/ - Emma Stone's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles, I'm talking about the fairy cut, people. This isn't the first time it's been short, but it's shorter than it's ever been before. Update: as of October. He had 6 stone long hair, and since the cover was probably shot before then, there's a real chance of his cut. The 27-year-old actress adorns the cover of Vogue's November issue with a brand new cropped hairdo that is quite different from her. Emma Stone's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles Emma Stone's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles, Signature trendy lob (long bob). Although you may know Emma Stone as the best redhead, the actress ' natural hair colour is blonde. (She dyed her hair red for her star-made turn as Jules in Superbad, and it has since become her signature. 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I hate to be a pain, but have you got a list of owari no seraph or specifically mikayuu story recommendations anywhere? I love your stories and trust that you have good taste lol :) Thanks!!

OH YES! Now it’s time for me to shamelessly advertise for my favorite fics! ;D Thank you for asking, and thank you for the compliment on my fics! /)///(\ you’re too kind!

In no particular order…

Cherry Boy by EtherealBeing

Summary: As if being dragged into a sex shop by Shinoa wasn’t bad enough, now Yuu also has to deal with the store’s uncomfortably attractive attendant.

Status: Ongoing

This is biased because Anna is one of my closest friends in the fandom, BUT SHE IS SO DAMN TALENTED. You will laugh, you will blush, you will be mindblown by the complexity in these character’s thoughts, it’s honestly a wild ride and I can’t wait to see the grand finale of it all that is coming to us soon. If you haven’t read it yet, it’s a must.

Corner of a Birdcage by oxeh

Summary: “So, to sum it up, you’re like Superman without the spandex… And without the laser eyes, X-Ray vision, and ice breath. Also, you kill vampires and Horsemen instead of dealing with—“

“Basically, I’m not like Superman at all.”

Yuu is a university student that tends to live for the moment. Mika is a cynical superhero that’s more super than a hero. Fate is a bit aggressive with intertwining their lives.

Status: Ongoing

THIS FIC IS BRILLIANT. If you have not read it yet, I swear go do it! It’s funny, it’s exciting, it flows and it’s just a lovely, enjoyable read. Oxy is a sweetheart as well and she’s got some incredible ideas in that head of hers, lemme tell you! Go check it out!!! You won’t regret it :D

Diamond in the Rough by Hannaadi88, Sarah737

Summary: Mikaela had been the captain of the Seraph for over seven years, yet he’d never come across another ship carrying such riches. The prospect of boarding the Opal and stealing all she had made a rare smile play on his lips.

If he did this well, he would finally make a name for himself. The Opal might just be what he’d always wanted- a chance to prove how fearsome he could be.

Mikaela Shindo will be a name to revere among all pirates to sail the seven seas.

Status: Ongoing

THIS IS ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES. Hanna and Sarah are some of the most talented people I know, and together, they are unstoppable and unrelenting!! From the descriptives to the dialogue to the intriguing plot, this story makes pirates sexy, let me tell you. LOL, seriously you will not regret it… if you want a good time, I invite you to read this masterpiece right here!

Garden of Hades by 6lilystrings9

Summary: A stubborn, annoying, and repulsive human is captured by the Vampire forces, and to his dismay, Mika is assigned as his handler.

How irritating.

(The AU where human Yuu-chan and vampire Mika meet for the first time as captive and keeper)

Status: Ongoing

I remember when Lily first talked about her fic in our Skype chat room and how when I read it, I was stunned! I didn’t realize how amazing it was, how well put-together, how structured. It’s enticing and exciting and full of vivid descriptives and intense, heart-pounding scenes. Another must-read, if you ask me, and I also cannot wait to see how it ends.

Scented by Hannaadi88

Summary: In a world ruled by beta neutrality, alphas and omegas are controlled by suppressants which modify their natural inclinations. Under constant surveillance, unproductive members of society are removed in the name of efficiency. Yuichiro Hyakuya is deemed infertile by the Board and is sentenced to certain death. In an act of defiance Yuichiro steals enough suppressants to hide his scent and joins the military under the guise of a beta.

It would be his luck to find himself under the command of his assigned mate, Mikaela Shindo.

Status: Ongoing

Hanna is not only a friend of mine, but she is sO DAMN TALENTED! I recommend all of her fics, so please check out her page while you’re at it, but she is well known for her big multi chapter fic, Scented. This story takes the concept of omegaverse and gives it almost a Mulan-like feel to it, with Yuu being in disguise and all. It’s really fantastic and another thrilling story I highly suggest!

Afire love by stirkedawn

Summary: After Nagoya’s failed mission, an unsteady truce is formed between Shinoa’s squad and Mikaela Hyakuya, making Yuu feel conflicted inside. On one hand, he’s got Mika back, his friends are alive, and they seem to be trying to be civil with each other, even if it’s just for his sake. On the other hand, Guren is being held captive by the vampires, Shinya has just given them a mission Yuu doesn’t like, and Mika… Yuu doesn’t really know what Mika is feeling.

Maybe not even Mikaela knows what he’s truly feeling, after all.

Status: Completed

You will commonly see the fandom preach that if all goes wrong, Afire love is our accepted canon. This fic immerses itself into the canon universe of Owari no Seraph and gives us an epic climax and end to the series that it probably one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever read. I also agree that if the manga plummets to total disaster, Afire love is what I will think of for a happy ending.

Somebody to Lean On by TrashPanda

Summary: Yuichiro needs a partner to help him with vampire hunting. His only option is to seek out somebody in the slave auctions. He comes upon a discounted slave, as beautiful as he is unwanted, and Yuu claims him for himself. Little did he know, this slave would change everything he ever knew about him himself, and in the process Yuu discovers he cannot live without this man, now that he has him in his life.

Status: Ongoing

This story is fantastic! It’s got an interesting plot that’s brilliantly written, a romance beautifully described and a story that interests the reader endlessly. I can picture this fic animated like it was its own anime show. It’s really, really good and I suggest it! I can’t wait for another update! I also suggest the author in general, they have some really good stuff.

My Inner Beast by Northernreign

Summary: Yuuichirou is a young werewolf who finds himself awake one evening in a human orphanage.

To avoid being executed, he desperately tries to conceal his true identity from the “monstrous” humans who- along with the vampires, have been responsible for his kind’s slow decline into extinction. But over time, he comes to know one particular human boy who will help him learn to embrace his humanity, not resent it. Together they will overcome countless fated tragedies with the sheer power of will and love alone. Each event will bring him closer to the answer he has been seeking for almost a lifetime.

Just who really are the true monsters in this world?

The vampires?

The humans?

The werewolves?

Or himself?

Status: Ongoing

A truly underrated story!! Nathalie is an incredible writer and artist and she combines those skills to bring you this lovely story that doesn’t get enough attention- ESPECIALLY since it’s her first fic. You would never guess; she writes like a pro. This story takes you all over, from the eyes of so many of our beloved characters to shape the story and relationships in the best possible way. You can really feel everything she describes and it really stimulates the senses. Check it out if you haven’t, it’s a journey and I’m eager to see where it goes.

Rise of the Dragon by Crazyloststar, Sarah737, somnicordia (hihazuki)

Summary: Water… Earth… Fire… Air… In eras bygone, four nations coexisted in harmony. However, a series of tragedies began to befall the world, And none was left unscathed. The equilibrium of power has been tilted to a great imbalance, Its people fallen to temptation. The end is fast approaching, and all souls are fated to meet oblivion. Rumors whisper of the Avatar, the master of all four elements, holding the key to mankind’s only hope of salvation. Families pray under his guiding light, Enemies vow to divide and conquer. But the glimmer of hope is sometimes found in the darkest of places, somewhere people would least expect.

Status: Ongoing

As someone who is only just now watching Avatar for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. I’m still not 100% caught up, but this is a goddamn masterpiece and I can tell that from the first 3 chapters that I’ve read. This is an amazing project put together by some of the most talented authors and writers in the fandom that are all lovely, passionate friends of mine. They deserve all the love in the world. If you haven’t read it yet- especially if you don’t know anything about Avatar- READ IT ANYWAYS. You don’t need to understand Avatar or the original series at all to enjoy this fic. It’s magnificent; please check it out!

And, a little shameless advertising for my own stories, for those who are curious ;o

Unwritten by Vixenfur

Summary: While being forcefully dragged to KFC by Lacus- a man who had a black pit of a stomach- Mika had a once-in-a-lifetime, Snapchat-worthy experience. The guy in the left lane had no shame. He was unintimidated by a stranger with a phone and he continued to sing the song Unwritten confidently. Lacus found the experience hysterical

…. Little did they know they would run into each other again hardly an hour later- Yuu was in desperate need of a haircut, according to Shinoa.

He was dropped off at Sanguinem Salon, and was a little mortified to find out that the hot guy he just sang horribly to was Mika, the one holding hair-trimming scissors behind the chair.

Status: Completed

This fic was a blast to work on and an absolute time, from start to finish. A huge thank you to all the support and love I’ve gotten for it over the months I wrote it. I treasure every comment!

Tale as Old As Time by Vixenfur, Sarah737

Summary: An arrogant young prince named Mikaela and his castle’s servants fall under the spell of a wicked enchantress, who turns him into the hideous Beast until he learns to love and be loved in return. The spirited, headstrong village boy Yuuichirou enters the Beast’s castle after he imprisons Yuuichirou’s father, Guren. With the help of his enchanted servants, Yuuichirou begins to draw the cold-hearted Mikaela out of his isolation.

Status: Completed

I’m so proud of story! Sarah is my dear cowriter and friend, I’m always honored to collaborate with her and I’m so ecstatic over the love this fic has gotten. Thank you all for the love and we hope you enjoy our future projects!

Hiiragi Cirque Ave. Freakshow by Vixenfur, BlueberryApple

Summary: Yuuichirou is a Siren who cannot sing, and so he is taken captive by the Hiiragi Cirque Ave. Freakshow. He is expected to perform and earn the show money under the instruction of ringmaster Kureto Hiiragi. Naturally, Yuuichirou is opposed to his new life, but he slowly gets to know his new family and accept his situation.

Meanwhile, the ignored Nosferatu Mikaela finds himself incredibly attracted to the new Siren, and Yuuichirou can’t help but to be curious about the ghostly vampire himself.

Status: Completed

This story was so much fun to write. Destiny and I became great friends and made many memories. The sheer amount of fanart we got was OUTSTANDING and we couldn’t be more grateful for the love. Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed this story!

Thank you for asking! Feel free to reblog and share this list around. Everything on here is something I really enjoyed reading and think everyone should experience. As for my own fics, I shared the ones I’m most proud of (excluding my current ongoing works) and I hope you can enjoy them as well!

#mikayuu #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #fanfiction #fanfic rec

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brisbane | from expiiredglitter

[March 13, 2023]

#frank iero #blue cardigan #march 13 2023 #March 2023 #reunion tour #2023 #mcrbrisbane #yellow guitar with black border #light green telecaster #rica.archive #cherry and lily's haircut

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SAG Awards 2020: The Best Skin, Hair and Makeup Looks on the Red Carpet

As award season marches on, this week brings another round of celebrity beauty looks to inspire us, courtesy of last night's SAG Awards.

Also known as the Screen Actors Guild Awards, the ceremony celebrates the best in television and film—which means we get a double dose of glam from our favourite red carpet stars.

These were the best skin, hair and makeup moments:

Zoë Kravitz

Zoë Kravitz at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Zoë Kravitz at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Two words: Blown. Away! Zoë looks like a modern-day Audrey Hepburn in this gown, gloves and elegant hair and makeup. The peach tones are doing incredible things for her skin—which isn't too covered up, since we can still see her freckles—and I love the cat eyes and subtle shading of her lids. She is flawless!

Dakota Fanning

Dakota Fanning at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Dakota Fanning at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Dakota traded her usual girly aesthetic for a sexy, beachy vibe, and I'm here for it. Especially the messy, mermaid hair texture, which dresses down the sparkly green dress. (I think it's bad lighting that is making her blonde seem so yellow!) The makeup couldn't be more delicate, with sheer washes of peach on her lids and cheeks.

Dakota is wearing: Tinted lip balm in Super Cashmere

Lupita Nyong‘o

Lupita Nyong'o at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Lupita Nyong'o at the 2020 SAG Awards.

You don't often see old Hollywood hairstyles with Afro hair texture, but Lupita's 1940s-inspired updo shows us how it's done. Then, she matched her makeup to her dress by layering white next to black eyeliner. The rich berry blush and lipstick bring it all together.

Lupita is wearing: Blush in Haute Couture • Eyeliner in Black Vinyl • Eyeliner in French Lace • False lashes in C.10 • Lipstick in Jezebel

Reese Witherspoon

Reese Witherspoon at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Reese Witherspoon at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Reese is wearing the exact same flippy bob hairstyle we saw at the Golden Globes, but now I like it even better. I think it's because the makeup colours are a lot more flattering here—no brown tones, and a cherry lipstick that brings her face to life. All together, the effect is young and fresh.

Scarlett Johansson

Scarlett Johansson at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Scarlett Johansson at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Scarlett is back on her game with this slick, tight updo and bright orangey-red lipstick. I love how healthy her skin looks (and there's no sign of the white under-eyes we saw at the Golden Globes!). Her eyes are emphasized with warm shimmery shadow, a sweep of liquid liner, and a pop of gold at the inner corners.

Sophie Turner

Sophie Turner at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Sophie Turner at the 2020 SAG Awards.

While it doesn't have the wow factor of her 2019 Met Gala look, Sophie's long waves and peachy-pink makeup are super pretty. Rather than dark eyeliner or shadow, she's relying on extra long lashes to make her eyes pop. I also like the light dusting of sparkly shadow on top of the pink.

Joey King

Joey King at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Joey King at the 2020 SAG Awards.

I appreciate how Joey keeps mixing it up this award season. This time, it's all about the slicked-back hair, extra long earrings and sultry, smoky charcoal eyeshadow. Although I'd prefer a slightly lighter touch, this is probably my favourite look I've seen on her yet. (I hope she tones down the lip injections, though!)

Joey is wearing: Moisturizer • Primer • Foundation in 20CP • Concealer in 20CP • Powder in 30NN • Blush in Going Native • Setting spray • Eyeshadow primer • Eyeshadow in Stranded, Jet and Drift • Eyeshadow in Midnight Cowboy • Eyeliner in Perversion and Smoke • Mascara • Brow pencil in Cafe Kitty • Lip liner in Liar • Lipstick in Ex-Girlfriend

Michelle Williams

Michelle Williams at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Michelle Williams at the 2020 SAG Awards.

After her stiff waves and orange dress at the Golden Globes, I'm happy to see Michelle upping the glam factor. The makeup is much more intense than usual, with long lashes, black liner and a rich red lip. (And stars are just like us—they get pimples, too!) But it's the Art Deco barrette and angular waved bob that really make this stand out.

Michelle is wearing: Serum • Moisturizer • Eye cream • Lip balm

Camila Mendes

Camila Mendes at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Camila Mendes at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Is anyone else getting Kendall Jenner vibes from Camila? She didn't take any risks with this simple hair and makeup, but it still looks lovely. The key elements are matte skin, matte rose lipstick and soft lashes—with her unusual arched brows framing her face.

Rachel Brosnahan

Rachel Brosnahan at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Rachel Brosnahan at the 2020 SAG Awards.

I loved Rachel's mid-length soft waves at the Golden Globes, but she's had a haircut since then and possibly a blonder hair colour. I'm not as into this textured bob, which seems too trendy for her, but I do love these smoky eyes. And she has gorgeous skin and brows.

Rachel is wearing: Foundation in Porcelaine • Concealer in 1 • Powder in 1 • Powder • Blush in Glow (as highlighter) • Blush in Petal • Eyeshadow in Steel, Marine and Baby Pink • Eyeshadow in Silky Rose, Metallic Pink and Silky Steel • Eyeliner in Sparkling Black • Mascara in Deep Black • Brow pencil in Cappuccino • Brow gel • Lip balm • Lip liner in Nude • Tinted lip balm in Nude

Jennifer Garner

Jennifer Garner at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Jennifer Garner at the 2020 SAG Awards.

I'm glad Jennifer wore her hair down in these textured waves, because otherwise, her ensemble would've looked way too "prom." I can't fault the au naturel makeup—just a hint of mascara and a pinky tinted balm on the lips—but I feel like she deserves a stronger overall style statement. We need more edge!

Lili Reinhart

Lili Reinhart at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Lili Reinhart at the 2020 SAG Awards.

If you feel like you've seen this before, you have—Lili wore a similar tight updo and smoky eye makeup the last time she made a red carpet appearance, at TIFF. It's nothing groundbreaking, but it shows off her beautiful skin, and I love the shading around her eyes.

Madeline Brewer

Madeline Brewer at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Madeline Brewer at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Madeline didn't shy away from colour, choosing a bright turquoise dress and even brighter orange lipstick to go with her signature red hair. I don't find it the most sophisticated combination, though, and the hair seems a bit too casual for the outfit. What I do love are her brows, skin finish and barely-there eye makeup.

Madeline is wearing: Foundation • Lipstick in Laugh Louder

Margot Robbie

Margot Robbie at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Margot Robbie at the 2020 SAG Awards.

What is going on with Margot this award season? She's still rocking the dark roots from the Golden Globes, and in this loose bun, it truly looks like she didn't have time to go to the hairdresser's. The makeup seems like a repeat, too—just flushed cheeks and a slightly deeper lip colour. Margot, you are better than this!

Margot is wearing: Moisturizer • Skin balm • Blush in Rosewood • Eyeshadow in Blurry Blue

Jennifer Aniston

Jennifer Aniston at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Jennifer Aniston at the 2020 SAG Awards.

This is classic Jen, but at least she didn't wear black this time. I think her hair looks better in this straight-ish blowout, rather than the waves she had at the Golden Globes. The makeup is exactly the same. Pretty, but predictable.

Nicole Kidman

Nicole Kidman at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Nicole Kidman at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Nicole should wear blue more often—it looks so good with her blue eyes, pale skin and strawberry blonde hair. I like the matching hint of silvery blue shadow at the inner corners of her eyes (although I don't love the lashes), and the vintage waves look thick and luscious.

Millie Bobby Brown

Millie Bobby Brown at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Millie Bobby Brown at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Believe it or not, Millie is only 15... but here, she's been styled like someone 20 or 30 years older. The entire look is too mature—the mother of the bride outfit is the worst part, but also the stiff long hairstyle and brown smoky shadow. She needs to be taking cues from Kiernan Shipka!

Millie is wearing: Serum • Moisturizer • Eye mask • Foundation in Light Medium 8 • Powder in Light 1 • Blush in Shy Shi • Eyeshadow in Telepathic Taupe and Deep Velvet • Eyeshadow in Sublime • Eyeliner in Shade and Blk Coffee • Mascara • Brow gel in Brown • Lip oil • Lip liner in Supernatural • Lipstick in LaBeija • Lip gloss in Flesh Astral

Charlize Theron

Charlize Theron at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Charlize Theron at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Apparently, Charlize didn't have time to do her roots, so she adorned them with a diamond tennis bracelet instead! I can't say I'm a fan (although I'm not going to complain about her blonde because I'm pretty sure it's the lighting). Her go-to neutral makeup was updated with a pinky shadow from lash lines to brows.

Sarah Hyland

Sarah Hyland at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Sarah Hyland at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Sarah's dress and spray tan seem more fitting for a springtime music event, not the SAG Awards in January. If she'd leaned into the pastel tones for a more ethereal look, it might've worked okay. But the tan plus the lashes, liner and contouring cheapen this.

Sarah is wearing: Foundation in 550 Light/Medium • Blush in Innocence • Eyeshadow in Peach Punch • Mascara • False lashes in Mia • Brow pencil in Soft Brown • Lip gloss in Fling

Jennifer Lopez

Jennifer Lopez at the 2020 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Jennifer Lopez at the 2020 SAG Awards.

I was hopeful that JLo would give us a head-to-toe old Hollywood moment, but the hair and makeup just aren't cutting it. The two face-framing pieces pulled out of her updo are really dated, as are the smoky eyes and heavy lashes. It's also a shame that her skin is covered in thick, shiny foundation... and that goopy nude lip look needs to go!

Who had your favourite (and least favourite) beauty look on this red carpet?

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5 Random Facts - Maddie Pelham

1. Maddie is a student instructor at North Street Dance Academy. She’s been a dancer there since she was four and it’s like her second home. From the day she stepped in the studio ballet took over her life. Her instructor, Ms. Tanzer saw potential in her and encouraged her to overcome her stage fright. Before retiring after thirty years of teaching, Ms. Tanzer asked Maddie if she wanted to be a student instructor. At first Maddie was hesitant about it as she didn’t think that she would be a good teacher. Of course Ms. Tanzer once again encouraged Maddie to come out of her shell and remember why she pushed her so hard in the first place. After thinking it over, Maddie accepted the position. Along with her own ballet lessons twice a week, Maddie spends a lot of time at the studio after school.

2. She has a pudding hamster named Blossom, which she got for her sixteenth birthday. Maddie always wanted a pet but she wasn’t sure of she was up to the responsibility as she was busy with ballet. Hamsters are her favorite animals and she knows quite a bit about them as she had to do a project on an animal in third grade. While researching about hamsters she fell in love with them and asked her parents if she could have one. Her parents told her that they’ll consider it when they’re a little older. Turns out her parents never forgot so Maddie walked in her room after a long day, almost not noticing the hamster cage on her desk. As soon as she saw it, she dropped her bag and kept asking her parents if it was real. Blossom is her adorable little ball of fluff who’s always there to greet her when she comes home.

3. When she was five, Maddie had to get stitches on her forehead. She was so excited about her new tutu because it made her feel grown up and was spinning around the house pretending to be a professional ballerina. Meanwhile her little brother Frankie was bugging her so she kept trying to get away from him. Then he toddled too close to her and Maddie stumbled as she tried to avoid hitting him in the face, hitting her head at the edge of the table. Her mother quickly took Maddie to the emergency room. Maddie was so self-conscious about her forehead that she wanted to wear a hat to cover it up. To make her daughter feel better, her mother asked her if she wanted to try a new hairstyle. Maddie agreed and decided on a layered haircut with bangs. Before she knew it the stitches were off and the scar eventually faded. Maddie also learned to be careful when she’s spinning around the house.

4. Maddie likes to collect polymer clay flower charms. She’s been collecting them for years from various stores or given to her as gifts. Sometimes she wears them on a charm bracelet but she’s afraid of losing them. Some of her favorite flowers are cherry blossoms, roses, hydrangeas, lilies, and baby’s breath. She stores her collection in an old jewelry box she got from a yard sale years ago. Most of her charms comes from an online shop called Little Shop of Charms. The owner of the shop also has a vlog which Maddie enjoys watching, especially the polymer clay charm tutorials. She would like to make her own charms but Maddie doesn’t think she has the skill to do that.

5. Along with dancing, Maddie enjoys biking. Since she doesn’t have a car, Maddie relies on public transportation and her bike to get around. Spectrum Falls, which is where she lives, and the island, which is close by, are both public transportation friendly places so she can easily take her bike along with her. Her current bike is a sparkly dark blue Glider 2020, which is great for traveling around the neighborhood. Maddie had been saving up for it as a Christmas present after outgrowing her old bike, an older model. She always liked biking better than driving plus she can enjoy the great outdoors more, especially when there’s nice weather.

#hss #hss game #High School Story #headcanon ramble #Maddie Pelham #injury mention

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Day 6 (posted a little late--sorry guys I was jet laggin hard)

Hello kitty’s! Haha just kidding (there’s lots of Hello Kitty around here)…Hello friends! In case you can’t tell, I’m extra punchy today. Thanks to a record short night of sleep (2:30am-4:30am😫) and a refusal to nap so I can attempt to reset my wildly confused internal clock, I guarantee many poorly structured sentences and confusing tales. You’ve been warned!

Now for the daily report: after rolling around in bed for 3 hours I gave up and got up for the day. First stop was the pharmacy. I google translated “Give me meds to make me sleep for a full night PLEASE” (or something along those lines) and found a sympathetic employee who spent lots of time with me to select the best option. I also splurged on some earplugs. Tonight me, my sleep meds, my earplugs, and my eye mask are going to have the ultimate slumber party and say goodbye to the world for a full night of sleep. I’m determined!

I continued my morning with a walk around town. Many of the women here have beautiful red tones in their dark hair, so I decided to investigate some salons for myself. Haircuts and coloring are so cheap here! I am way overdue for a haircut so I decided that before the trip was done I’d take a leap of faith and get my hair styled at a Taipei salon. Stay tuned for updates.

After my walk I met up with the dancers for breakfast and lots more coffee. Jazzed up on caffeine Lieneke and I set out in pursuit of Yangminshan national park. I made a custom bento box at an area vegetarian buffet and we went on our way.

A kind visitor center employee gave us detailed directions on the network of buses we should take from the MRT station. Everyone is so thorough with their work here! Without her we would’ve been totally lost. We managed to make our way on several buses to the entrance of Mount Qixing trail. The roads climbing up the mountain were especially tight and curvy so it was like having a bonus roller coaster ride😬😂

The hike itself was also thrilling–lots of steep stairs, sulfurous rocks, steaming vents, and epic vistas. Informative plaques kept us in the know along our 2.5 hour hike. Fun fact: the trees look cut in a bonsai style because of the forceful monsoon winds. As one sign put it, the trees were shaped by “the intangible trimming scissor of nature.” Wowza man. The sign also explained that hardly any plant or animal life could survive on the monsoon battered mountain. “Only the most tenacious vegetation and animal species can survive.” Well let me tell ya, Lieneke and I met some of the most tenacious bugs on this earth. At the peak of the mountain, we were minding our own business eating our celebratory we-did-the-hard-hike lunch when we started being attacked by bugs. It started out with one or two and then their numbers began to swell. These suckers wouldn’t let go! Lieneke tried to get one off of me, but the little sucker latched onto her hand instead and wouldn’t get off even when she started flapping her hand vigorously back and forth. The bugs stuck to our hair, crawled down our backs and up our legs…as soon as we picked one off another one appeared. We took it as our cue to head back down the mountain to the less tenacious insects that wouldn’t bug us as much😏 hehe

After our hike, I grabbed an iced coffee and a green tea matcha ice cream cone to keep me caffeinated and sugared (a Kate with 2 hours of sleep needs these things). Then we headed to another part of the park that was having a Lily flower festival. When the lillies are in full bloom, families from all around Taiwan come to pick them, similar to how Americans pick apples in the fall. Only instead of your average apple farm, you’re surrounded by breathtaking views of foggy mountaintops and thousands of flowers. As if those visuals weren’t enough, everyone brought their cutest dogs to the festival. Teeny itsy bitsy doggies galore! I thought I was in heaven😇

Lieneke and I picked our bouquets then headed across the valley back to our bus. On our way, a produce seller asked us to sample his organic cherry tomatoes. I took a bite and gasped…it was so good! Sweet and crisp and flavorful! Upon seeing my reaction he laughed and said, “they’re delicious aren’t they? But not as delicious as you!” 🤣 If you know me, you know that vegetables happen to be my absolute favorite. As unsettling as getting hit on by a stranger can be, I am happy to say that I have now been the recipient of a vegetable inspired pickup line. Lieneke and I had a good laugh (which continued through our rodeo-like bus ride back down the mountain) and went back to the city.

By the time I got back to the hotel (7:30) I felt completely delirious from lack of sleep. I promised myself I wouldn’t fall asleep before 9:30 so we regrouped and went out to dinner. We went to an eco-friendly vegetarian hole in the wall restaurant and danggggg it was delicious. I got a vegetarian version of the classic Korean dish, Bibimbap (also one of my new favorite words). Instead of using a fish sauce, they used some sort of basil sauce that was divine. The purple rice was also perfectly cooked in the stone bowl so that the edges were slightly crispy. My tummy was verrrry happy. Happy, full, and totally exhausted I’m off to sleeeeeeep (hopefully).

Until next time, Kate

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The Artificial Clam that Ruined Christmas

Dave and Broth knew it wasn’t real. How could it be? Real clams weren’t limp and dry to the touch. A real clam had gumption. Yet there they were, packing it into a box with brightly colored tissue paper.

They told their grandmother, 10 years past, that they joined the Navy. They even sent pictures of themselves dressed in real Navy suits they found in the dumpster behind the Taco Bell. She believed every photo, and now believed her grandsons lived in an ocean view condo in North Carolina. If she knew they really lived in Arkansas, a simple state known only for harboring the man who invented ziploc bags, she woulda busted a nut.

Truth was, Broth was more frightened of the ocean than a baby is of fingernail clippers. And Dave, well Dave was ashamed of his brother and feared that he too might be afraid of the ocean. It was this ‘what if’ mentality that kept him several coat throws away from ever visiting the shore to find out what was or what wasn’t.

So when Broth got a call from their grandmother requesting they come for Christmas, he was feeling mighty pleased with himself for keeping a bushel of oceanfront pictures under his bed all ziploced and ready to go, but then she said something that made him wish he was holding a ziploc bag to breathe deeply into: “Bring something from the ocean.”

Broth sat in the passenger seat with the small box between his legs. He gazed out the window, avoiding eye contact with his brother. Dave held the wheel firmly and gritted his teeth. “I can’t believe there isn’t a single crustacean in this god-fucking bag-loving state.”

Broth said nothing.

“Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like without you. I imagine it could be pleasant and simple. After all, I’m not the one who’s afraid of the ocean.”

“You sure about that?” Broth shot.

Dave’s eyes flickered but he was quick to regain composure. They rode in silence until they crossed the state line and said in unison, “Panty horse”. It was a state line crossing tradition in their family.

That night they stopped at a motel that was as famous for reuniting folk as it was for people untucking the covers, plunging in, and sleeping the whole night through. When they arrived the woman at the front desk could tell they were brothers and had been fighting. Dave arranged for two separate rooms with an adjoining door but the woman, pointing to a poster with their ‘Never Go To Bed Angry’ slogan, said she only felt comfortable giving them a single room with one, rather puny, bed.

So there they were. Two faithful brothers kneeled down on opposite sides of the bed, hands folded hamburger style as they prayed. Broth prayed for a safe trip, a steadfast grandma, and for the ziploc enterprise to come out with a bag that could dry a bathing suit. Dave prayed for salt in the complimentary breakfast and that he wouldn’t have to sleep with his ass cheeks all pressed up against his brothers; a prayer not well received.

In the morning they ate breakfast on the patio among the lilies and wire chairs. Dave was delicately brushing butter on his muffin when a man, who looked like he wouldn’t know the difference between John Kennedy and Clark Gable if you paid him, blocked out the sunlight with his lingering torso.

“You boys on the road?” for a rough and tougher he had a surprisingly high-pitched voice.

“We’re men,” Dave said, not looking up from his food.

Broth said, “Headed west to see our grandma!”

“West, alright. Okay. You can take my sister along with you, at least as far as Santa Fe,” the man supposed.

Dave said, “Now why in the hell would we do that?”

Broth’s hand shook like a thespian’s broomstick, “Dave, Don’t loose your temper,” he was in a deep seated eye lock with the standing man, “We better take her, Dave. We better do what he says.”

“That’s right, there, Davey. Better do what I say. Ha.”

Furiously, Dave launched from his seat, but when his eyes met the mans he handed over his watch quicker than a half-baked choir boy can say ‘no loose change.’

Broth’s shaking was so anti-miniscule that a muffin shot out of his hand and landed in the shirt pocket of a young girl, about 12, who came to stand by the mysterious man. Patting her brim filled pocket, she flashed her metal braced teeth.

“This here’s my sister, Olbright, take her with you wherever you want,” he turned to Dave who was gripping the table for support, “Just don’t let me catch any you three in this town again. You hear?”

Broth tipped his hat and stood to bow, “We hear everything. I can hear better than a cocker spaniel.”

“Uh, huh,” the man said skepticly.

Olbright pulled up a chair and the sun returned as the man disappeared, unless you had been paying attention and saw him walk away in a normal fashion. Dave tried to shake his heavy daze. He had that sick feeling you get in your gut when you trade one good gemstone for one mediocre at best gemstone at a convention – and nobody could hear his cry.

“You guys got any bees?” Olbright asked impatiently.

“No,” Broth replied. “The bees have been disappearing. No one really knows what’s happened to them.”

Olbright crossed her arms and kicked the leg of the table.

“I’ll go pay the bill,” Dave said.

The only two things the car ride after the hotel had in common with the car ride before the hotel were that Dave and Broth weren’t doing much talking and the road was long and arduous. The difference was that now they had Olbright and she simply wouldn’t shut up. She talked for hours about catholic school and how she had never gone there. Then she talked about catalog models and how their faces change over time. What ticked the two brothers off the most was how oblivious she was that they had both gotten haircuts during the last pit stop. She just kept chipping away at their souls with talk of crowded city corners and pinto beans. Broth was just about ready to settle his head between his knees for a nap when the chatterbox from hell yelled, “What is this thing?!” with disgust from the backseat.

“Jesus! That’s a clam for our grandma. Wrap that back up!”

“A Whaaat?”

“A clam from the ocean.” “Um. Is your grandnanny blind?”

“Um, No!”

“This is not from the ocean. Even I know that and I’ve never even been there.”

“Oh yeah,” Dave chimed in, “Well how come you never been to the ocean. You scared or something.”

“Noooo, I don’t think so.”

Broth reached back and grabbed the artificial clam and its box wrappings. “Why don’t you take it easy back there. Just go to sleep or something.”

“I can’t. It’s day.”

“Then let’s play the silent game. For the next hour I want it so quiet I can hear my teeth chatter.”

“But what about the engine. Are you going to turn off the engine just to play a game? That’s really irresponsible.”

“Enough!” Dave shouted and slammed on the brakes.

Then, and only then, that artificial clam ever so gingerly flew from Broth’s flimsy grasp, broke through the front windshield and bounced off the hood.

“Holy. Mother. Of. CHRIST!”

“The Virgin Mary?” Olbright asked.

“Yes,” Broth whispered, bowing his head in defeat, “Or so I’ve been told.”

Slamming the car door behind him, Dave started down the gravel road. Broth scurried to his beloved clam. The shell wasn’t chipped, but the half- chalk like half-caulk like ‘clam’ broke off. Stuffing the pieces in his pocket with an iron fist, he ran after Dave, screaming his name on high. Catching up with his brother, who was paused in the road, and an eerie feeling came over Broth. He felt afraid to speak.

“I can’t stop thinking about what happened at that hotel.” Dave said gravely.

“What do you mean?”

“Come off it.” The wind picked up and a wave of dust washed over their blue suede shoes.

“I – I dunno.” Broth muttered, “That man made me feel like I was hiding in a kitchen with all pots and no pans. I hate feeling that way.”

“So do I. I felt weak. And now look what were dealing with,” They looked over at Olbright who was kicking at a car tire. “We can’t keep living this way. Fear is ruining us. Maybe we should just go to the ocean and –“

“NO! No, Dave anybody would have given a man like that their watch and looked all dumb faced and eagle eyed. That wasn’t fear, just common sense.”

“Hey!” Olbright called out, “You guys wanna see your dumb old granny or ya’ wanna squat in the dusty road all day?”

“Granny.”

When they arrived at grandma’s, everyone was feeling pharmaceutical. Broth had super glued a piece of ziploc to the shell and another to the artificial clam so that it locked neatly into place. Dave lifted Olbright into an open window and she went around and unlocked the door. The weary eyed travelers sat by grandma’s feet as she napped in her ottoman. There was nothing to do but wait.

When she woke, she opened one eye at a time and then her mouth. This is what came out of it, “When I was a little girl my father’s father took me to the sea. I loved the sea and the way the sand was like tiny pebbles, only different. I had waited with cold breath all winter for grandfather to see me in my swimsuit, and now there we were. He whipped off his shirt and ran for the water. “Come on, Virginia! Take off your top, the waters fine!” But to my surprise, I couldn’t do it. The sea had made me shy. I never went back after that day. And that’s why I’m so proud that you boys, my grandsons, live in peace along the seaside.”

Broth presented the gift, feeling he might faint. Dave gulped. ‘She’ll know, she’ll know,’ he thought.

Just then the telephone rang. Broth rolled over and rubbed his eyes. A dream, it had all been a dream! “Thank. God,” he expressed, grabbing the receiver.

“Talk to me.”

“Broth?”

“Grandma? What a coincidence, I was just having the strangest dream about you.”

“Really? What was the dream?”

“Uh…you were drinking cherry cola in an igloo,” he lied.

“Oh, dear! That’s wonderful. You know, I haven’t had cherry cola in years. That is a coincidence! Listen dear, I know it’s short notice, Christmas being only eight and a half days away and you boys living way out by out ocean, but I really would love a visit.”

“We’d love to come see you, grandma.”

“Good! Good it’s settled. Can’t wait to see you! Oh, and bring some cherry cola.”

“Okay, Gram.”

“Oh, and Broth? Bring something from the ocean too. Ta ta.”

Broth spent the afternoon preparing a rather suggestive meal for his brother.

“Baby back ribs, baby carrots, and baby snap peas. Notice any theme here?”

“No,” Dave spat as he tucked his napkin into his turtle necked sweater.

“Well, you should, cause were going to grandma’s, baby!”

Broth had the whole dream carefully written out, just as you’ve read above. I, Broth wrote that, just as I’m writing this, and I read it to Dave, stuttering and shaking like a bitch on pay roll. When I finished he fled the room and came back with a sketching of the mysterious standing man and a map pointing to where grandma probably lived in the dream. This is how I knew he understood what we had to do.

We filed into the car, closing the smooth metal doors like true gentleman. We sailed past grandma’s house, who in real life lived right down the street, a secret us brothers guarded in the evening, morning, and early noon.

This journey called for far more courage than a simple romp to grandma’s, and I figure you’re not too dim witted to know we were headed to the very thing we disowned decades ago; the mad sea. What you probably are too stupid to know is that the strange man in the dream represented our grandmother’s neighbor, Armen Kelley, who was always looming about, especially around the holidays, bragging about his best selling novel; ‘The Ocean and All the Things that are Really from it and All the Things that Aren’t.’ If we brought something artificial to Christmas this man would be our downfall, believe you me.

Dave and I rode together in perfect unison down a road that was so malleable, you could slip a penny in it if it were a pair of loafers, and said, “Panty horse” when crossing our first state line.

After two days of travel we finally found a motel we could agree on called Absolute Fascination, and it was there that I caught my first glimpse of hell. Toes huddled together, I hid behind my knees on the cold bathroom tile.

Dave knocked on the door, “Are you thinking about Jed Maco in there?”

“No,” I lied. Jed Maco was a lad I went to school with who’s parents wrapped his lunch in tin foil instead of ziploc bags. My hatred for the Maco’s helped steer my mind off something of a vastly blue persuasion.

Dave flattened himself, slid under the crack of the door and reformulated. I didn’t even know he was behind me until he tugged on my ponytail. I wheeled around and we were nose to nose – two brothers – just as it should be, would be, and was.

“Have you ever heard the expression ‘the world is your oyster’?”

I nodded.

“Well, what if it really could be.”

“Don’t like oysters,” I said after thinking it over.

“But what if you did like them, Broth. What if we could lay out sunbathing, go parasailing!”

“Take it easy.”

“If nothing was holding us back, we could-“

“I don’t want to hear your ‘we coulds’! I do just fine without those things. Maybe I don’t want to be here at all, did you think of that? Maybe I was fine as doing before that female doctor before her time reached into the utero and pulled me out by the hind legs!”

Needless to say we both got like 50 emails that night. They were prank emails.

“David B. Cylinderthrob, clearly you are under much stress. Your hair follicles have been startled by something. What did you do to them? Well, anyway, that’s why you’re bald now,” the doctor spouted, tactlessly.

We had arrived at the seaside earlier that day, where the mystery of whether Dave was or wasn’t scared of the ocean receded as quickly as the strands of dead skin cells that used to round his face, drawing attention from his ‘maybe its maybelline’ cheekbones. And we hadn’t even left the car.

“But doctor,” Dave pleaded, “Without my hair, how will anyone be able to tell I’m albino?”

“Oh, its still very obvious, Mr. Cylinderthrob.” The doctor bent down on one knee and held Dave’s chin affectionately, “You’ll always have those beady little eyes.”

Dave blushed.

“Say, doc,” I interrupted, “Who’s thong strap do I have to snap to get some cheese curls or chili around here.”

“Just go to the end of the hall and take a right. There will be four elevators, use the middle-left one and wait until the doors close before you press the round ‘four’. The button will light up when you do this, but don’t be frightened. When you step out, take a smart right and pass the first set of stairs. When you reach the second, descend. If we have cheese curls or chili that’s where they’d be, in the cafeteria.”

There were rows of them, nestled sweetly in a shallow tin platter, each shell raised at half mast exposing the steamed bodies of a certain sea urchin my brother and I had been clamoring for. They were the size of a wax turtle figurine if the turtle were the size of a rock that’s the circumference of a zookeepers fist, and I had a feeling Grandma was going to ‘go ape shit’ when she saw. I ordered one in a to-go box and a double helping of noodle casserole; I was eating for two since Dave’s appetite went out the window, barreling towards the tides with his luscious locks.

I went up to find Dave seated in a wheel chair with one sad balloon tied to the handle, pathetically grazing the cruel tile floor. This was a man voted ‘Best Hair for an Albino’ in his senior year booklet, and now he looked like a tried and true grape, ready to combust.

“Well, at least one good thing came out of this.” I announced.

Dave grunted.

I opened the to-go box, waving the morsel under his nose. His eyes glimmered for a moment, then he pushed it away. “Let’s get this honkey tonk Christmas road show on the road where it belongs.”

I could tell he was going to be a real prick the whole way home.

I loved Christmas as a kid. It was the only day of the year my parents would let me use the bathroom before Dave at times when we had to go at the same time. It was also when my father and I would enter in an annual competition, just me and him, testing our fate in The Father and Second Favorite Son Snowmobile Race for Non -New Yorkers and Ex- Policemen. We even almost won one year. I remember that day like it was corn water in a vase. But it wasn’t, it was Christmas.

Papa-runie had resurrected an old snowmobile from the dead, and this thing was mad. It was a three speeder but I swear it rocked like twenty-seven speeds. Mama usually didn’t let us wear helmets cause she said it made our heads look too big for our bodies, but when she got a load of what we’d be riding that year she said, “God has no head mercy for the foolish.”

She wrapped our baby sister, Juniper, up in some old cloth, stuffed her in a French horn, and slung it over her shoulder. I remember at the starting line how mom’s brass horn reflected off my fathers wrist watch forming a powerful beam that flashed square in my eye, nearly cataracting me. They were so in love.

“On your marks?” The mayor inquired.

I looked to the father and son team to our right; a baseball card collector named Ted Bundy and his father, an ex-cop turned con. We were going to pulverize them, I thought mischievously.

“Go!”

Everything went silent. We were traveling so fast, sound couldn’t catch up. A voice verbatimed in my head, “Unbuckle your helmet.” It seemed a familiar voice, though too angelic to be my mothers. “Unbuckle and remove your helmet, Broth. It’s time to let go.” My hands reached up as if it weren’t even me moving them and unleashed my neck from its itchy strapped hell, throwing the blasted thing behind us. And then, it felt like a million knives stabbed into me. It was a pain like nothing I’d ever experienced. We had ridden over ice and it broke. I swam as fast as any boy wearing thirteen pairs of long johns could, and my mother was waiting at the ponds edge to lift me out. My father sunk immediately. It was the helmet, it was just too heavy. Devastated, I watched as the victors crossed the finish line. The boy pulled down his pants to taunt me with the fleshy keister and his old man flipped me a bird or two.

The next day my mother and sister perished in a fire. Since then its been just me and Dave; Dave taking care of me, me taking care of Dave, and our Grandma making peroshkis and buying us the latest trouser trend. Now, with clam in hand, I finally felt man enough to repay that woman.

Armen Kelly. Was he beast or was he man? All I knew for sure was he was on our Grandma’s porch patting us down, “Saw it in an old cops and robbers film,” he offered aimlessly as Dave pushed his way through the hinged openers that could only properly be described as doors.

When I saw her my heart stopped for half a second, beat, and then repeat itself just as it always does. At first she didn’t notice us because she was ravenously licking envelopes but then, in one maddening arm swoop, all the letters flittered to the ground and she motioned us to sit on her coffee table. I tried my weight and it teetered but with a bit of fidgeting Dave and I sat simultaneously on opposite ends to even things out, and Armen handed over a piggy bank to make up for the five pounds Dave had on me. Grandma didn’t make a peep except to give some balongie excuse for her favorite team, The Nicks, and to coin a new term. I took out my ziploc bag full of beach photos and passed them around.

“You bring these same photos every year,” Armen spouted, “Why don’t you take a new shot or two?”

Dave came to my rescue, “Actually, Mr. Kelly, Broth takes a picture of our beloved ocean front every morning, but he likes those few shots so much that he keeps taking them again and again. It takes a true artist to copy an image so exact.”

Armen muttered under his breath.

“Yes, and the morning before we left, I scooped from the shore a morsel so succulent that I couldn’t help but wrap it in Garfield franchise paper, dab a bow on top, and bring it to the only women I know who enjoys playing Scattagories with a spinner instead of a dice,” I said smoothly, taking the gift out my pocket like a boss. Grandma unwrapped the clam and bounced it on her knee, giggling like a school girl, when old ‘Shoulda Beena Stillborn’ put on his reading glasses and got his nose all up in the shell, sniffing.

“My dear Virginia. I hate to say it, but I’m afraid this here clam is an artificial.”

“A WHAT?” I shouted.

“That’s from the Atlantic, you man fetus,” Dave chirped.

“As is noted in my book, ‘The Ocean and All the Things that are Really from it and All the Things that Aren’t’, or TOAATTTARFIAATTTA, as we call is down at the publishers station, a real bivalve molluscs, which one would have to go to the ocean to find, has two valves which are connected by both a hinge joint and a ligament. This clam here? No ligament.”

“Armen,” Grandma sighed, “Everyone knows how much help you had writing that gruesome sea urchin book. Really, I don’t think you’d know a real clam if it crawled into bed with you and took off your socks.”

“It’s a fake!” he shouted and stomped.

“Sit down, Armen, you’re getting red in the face. It’s unbecoming.”

“Your boys don’t live by the ocean!” He turned to face us, “I see you phonies at the grocery store every Sunday!”

The room went silent except for Dave crunching on cheetos, then he looked up and lamely said, “No.”

Armen paced like a hobby horse ready to leave the station.

“Okay,” Grandma finally spoke, “Yes, I know the boys don’t live by the ocean.”

My eyes widened.

“You use so many ziploc bags. Only an Arkansinian zips and locks with such pride.”

Dave bursted from his corner of the coffee table, toppling me to the ground, shouting, “I told you so, I told you so, I toooold you to lay off the ziplocs!”

“What the fuck, Dave! You never said that! Besides, you use ziploc bags all. the. time.”

“Boy’s, stop! It’s my turn to talk and I’m going to talk for a long time, so curl up like cats on the floor!”

I laid my head on a broken table leg and drifted in and out of consciousness as grandma spoke for many hours. At times it seemed like everything was in slow motion, like when Armen Kelly walked backwards to the front door and closed it oh so slowly behind him. I couldn’t possibly reiterate all that was said, but here’s what I did pick up on: grandma, as it turns out, doesn’t give two shakes of a lambs tail about the ocean, and never understood why we thought she did. She spoke in high regards of the inventor of ziploc bags, calling him the prince of plastic. She also rambled about D-Day in such a contradictory way that I was unable to assess whether she was for or against the tragic day. I woke to Grandma breaking smelling salts under my nose.

She led us single file into the dining room where Dave and I’s gifts sat on the table. We opened them feverishly, revealing two thirty caliber machine guns. We pointed them to the ceiling, and with each bang specks of ceiling fell like little snowflakes, raining down on us, covering my face just as the snowfall did on the night my father died and I laid in the backyard feeling still an untouched pill. Through the silent cracks between bangs, I could faintly hear my Grandmother’s cries; “Stop! My house!” But that didn’t matter now.

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