#flamingo and kid being friends is still a thing

[twisted-lover-boys]

Riddle, Azul and Vil already married to Yuu for a few years, how would they react when their husband asks if they would be interested in starting a family.

Their husband wants to start a family!

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Oh this reminds me of the fiancé post I made like a year ago! Kinda cute, lemme see what I can do

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The first thing Riddle did when you both graduated was propose to you. It was a heat of the moment kind of thing but it was all worth it when you said yes to being his husband. It had been a few years after that and now you both lived in the Queendom of Roses together

The redhead was always contented with it just being the two of you. You could both focus on your careers and make time for each other without compromising and this carried on for a few years

After a while though, when everything became stable for the both of you, he couldn’t help but think that your home was…empty. It wasn’t the hedgehogs or the flamingos you had outside, but rather, a small child running around

Of course he hadn’t thought of getting one with you, being too afraid to end up like his mother even though he knew he wasn’t. But one day, you asked him if you could talk about something important

Of course Riddle couldn’t help but worry. Were you feeling okay? Did you not feel loved enough? Did you want to give away the hedgehogs?!

“Riddle, I wanna start a family with you!”

Blank. He blanked. Riddle’s mind blanked. You…you wanted to start a family with him? Really?? You weren’t afraid of raising the child wrong like he was???

Honestly he was so flabbergasted that you had initially took his silence as a no. Just as you were about to throw the idea away, he grabbed your hands and held them up to his chest

“Of course I want to start a family with you! Trey has a family friend that fosters! We can go there!…W-When you’re ready, of course.”

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Oh Azul’s proposal to you was perfect. A simple (high class) dinner where no one could bother you. The breath this man let out when you agreed to be his husband. Now, you both live in an island home near his childhood home in ten coral sea. Of course, you always visit the sea on holidays

Azul loved running his own restaurant with you, both on land and in the sea. Of course he monopolized both what did you expect from your spouses? The thrill of it all taking him back to your Mostro Lounge days

But after a while, things grew…dull. Even after adding new menu items, adding new locations, and even doing that and more with you Azul still felt like something was missing. Then it hit him. He wanted children with you, and not just one

The only thing that was holding him back was his childhood and how it scarred him mentally. He didn’t want his kids to be the same way. But one day, you asked if you could high sit down and talk about something

At first, Azul thought it would be something business related. Maybe you had an idea for the restaurant? Or you wanted help with your own job?…wait…Did you want to divorce him?!?!

“Azul, I wanna start a family with you.”

He blinked once. Twice. Thrice. Before he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, saying something about not scaring him. Then it hit him. You wanted a child with him. He picked you up into his arms and started spinning you around

“Oh this is wonderful! I know the perfect foster place where we can some! Oh, we’re going to be amazing fathers!!”

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Vil’s proposal to you literally went viral. It was meant to be a nice, private, dinner date with you but, somehow, one of his fans noticed it and recorded it. It really was a proposal to remember. Now, years later, you moved into a small home in his childhood town

Everything was perfect. Vil still had his acting and modeling job but it couldn’t compare to coming home and seeing his lovely husband doing his spousal duties or working from home. Honestly, this was all the blonde thought he wanted

Key word being “thought”. Recently, he had been feeling that something was missing in your’s marriage, in your life. He was meticulous about dates and anniversaries and he always made sure to make you feel loved

What was missing? Then he thought back to his father. That’s it! He wanted a child with you! And the best opportunity came up when you asked him if you could talk

Of course, Vil didn’t dare let his mind wander to the negative possibility of you wanting to have a serious talk with him but, even if it came to that, he would still respect your decision. He loves you after all

“Vil, I wanna start a family with you.”

It took Vil all of two seconds before he squealed and jumped onto you. He was placing butterfly kisses on your face at mach speed and nuzzling into your cheek. Oh, this was perfect!

“I was going to ask you the same thing! Oh, this is wonderful! We’ll have our own little potato! They’ll be the best little potato!”

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #heartslabyul #octavinelle #pomefiore #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x male reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x male reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x male reader

[velvetjune]

List of unrelated Control (2019) things I noticed on my second playthrough:

Langston (highly likely) being behind the Tennyson Report that Trench was investigating: The report loudly criticized Trench and Darling for being “anti-esoteric” by pushing the FBC in the direction of science instead of faith. Langston’s comments that Darling gets away with his strange behavior because he’s charming, disliking but giving Trench some credit for even going with the Panopticon, mentioning how altered items need to be treated better with rituals and kindness.

Langston taking a traffic light altered item to a movie

The archives having Pandora’s box (aka Hiss in a mod box) along with two astral spikes. Why. I fought so much for that extra Darling video and Threshold Kids episode (it was worth it).

Trench, Darling, and Marshall’s inner circle and close relationship that destructed with the investigation into the Ordinary AWE and Dylan. All three of them being figures of the old Bureau Jesse wishes to change (Trench being secretive about the Hiss; Darling with Heston/Polaris; Marshall with the Foundation; All about Dylan). Wish the game hinted at their connection and past more. Maybe they’ll still be in contact through the hotline.

Underhill and Darling being old friends, maybe exes (?) who still care for each other. Honestly, I love the mild one-sided animosity from Underhill for Darling’s research getting more attention (that we know is because he was committing ethical violations with Trench) while clearly having fun hating on him and working at the FBC again. Even funnier that HR was looking into their possible relationship status.

Underhill dropping her career and life in England for mold. Iconic

The sheer difference between Underhill’s shocked and sad reaction to hearing of Darling’s death versus Pope not giving a shit (and saying she’s sure he’s happy as long as he can take in his surroundings). Love Emily

The amount of drama between coworkers and departments. I’m convinced working in HR at the Oldest House would single-handedly be the most stressful job there.

There’s no way the Blessed organization/Chester Bless won’t be a part of a future Control game

Spoilers for Alan Wake 1/2: The night springs manuscript pages reflecting what happened to Trench and Darling. Incredible. But it only feeds into my belief that Alan is great at writing fun, cheesy genre stories. He was made for writing over the top sci-fi or noir mysteries (or even musicals). Let him write a Goosebumps book

Spoilers for Alan Wake: The Vivid Dreams dead letter by Bowker being a reference to the Bright Falls AWE. Being in a lake and seeing shadows that whisper phrases.

Spoilers for Alan Wake: Zane’s shoebox from Alan Wake maybe being o.o.p. that was found in Ordinary, Maine, protecting its contents from the effects of the AWE. The mention back to Samantha Wells from the House of Dreams ARG where Wells communicated with Zane in her dreams. The shoebox effects could be replicated, but it mysteriously went missing in the FBC.

Spoilers for Max Payne 2: The Flamingo altered item on the TV being the same as the logo for the Address Unknown show in Max Payne 2 (…which was a parody of Twin Peaks,, and would later become the plot of Alan Wake 1 and 2)

Spoilers for Alan Wake 2 Final Draft: The HRA video with Darling quoting Space Oddity—“Commencing countdown, Major Tom” (same song at the end of Alan Wake). 665 Neighbor of the Beast for black rock quarry in Darling’s presentation and room 665 for Zane. The Darling music video at the Oceanview Jesse finds in her dream state possibly being filmed at the Dark Place’s Oceanview Hotel. No idea of these were all fun Remedy references to itself for laughs (665 is in Max Payne too), but it truly is incredible that it led to the Zane and Darling collaboration.

#a lot of these are obvious but i was Not paying enough attention when i got into Control years ago 😭 astounding how much i missed #this is mostly for me to look back on both for theories and laughs #control 2019 #this list would’ve been longer if i remembered to take more notes in my playthrough #long post

[harlowcomehome]

I was wondering if you could please write one where jack is alone with the girls like maybe the reader is gone overnight for a much deserved girls trip or something and jade is still a little baby. Jack just has a nice alone night with his girls ☺️🍉

“Three day weekend.”

You were frantically running around the house, making sure you had packed everything you needed for your weekend getaway with your friends. It had been such a long time since you did something for yourself but a major part of you still felt guilty.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay being here alone with the girls?” You asked while stuffing a bathing suit into your already overflowing luggage.

Jack bounced Jade on his hip and laughed “yes, I’m sure we can manage.”

Hazel stood in the doorway “don’t worry mommy, I’ll help!”

You giggled, walking over to your eldest daughter and playing with her hair before kissing her on the top of the head “I didn’t doubt it for a second baby girl.”

Hazel smiled at you before running to the side of the bed your suitcase wasn’t taking up. “Now, how long are you going to be gone mommy?” She eyed your suitcase that was bulging at the seams.

“Just three days, why?” You asked curiously.

Hazels eyes widened as she looked over at her dad with a slight smile.

“Your mom just likes to be prepared” he smiled at you, holding back a laugh.

“Too much?” You questioned as you eyed the things you had already packed.

“No, no, you pack whatever you think you might need babe, it’s your trip” he assured you with a kiss on the forehead.

“Wait mommy, I made you something to take!” Hazel ran out of the room quickly.

You took the opportunity to ask Jack something that was heavy on your mind “do you think I’m a bad mom?”

He looked at you shocked but mostly confused on why you’d even ask him that. “Why would you think that babe? You’re an amazing mother.”

“I feel bad leaving them” you held back tears as you played with Jades little hand and fingers.

“Hazel is five now and Jade is seven months old, it’s time for you to do something for yourself Y/N. I got this” he smiled, knowing you were worried.

“And I don’t doubt your ability at all handsome” you kissed him softly “I just have mom guilt.”

Jack checked the time “we need to leave for the airport soon, are you ready?”

Hazel ran back into the room with a picture she drew you, asking you to take it with you so you’d have a piece of home, you could’ve cried right there but there was no time.

You, Jack and the kids headed to the airport and said your goodbyes, Hazel cried when you left and you assured her she’d have fun with daddy and Jade and she nodded. You promised you’d bring her something back and that helped lighten her spirits. You kissed Jades cheek and gave Jack a long smooch before waving goodbye to everyone.

When you were out of view Jack grabbed Hazels hand and they walked back to the car.

“What are we doing today daddy?” Hazel asked excitedly.

“I was thinking we could order some pizza and have a movie night?”

Hazel thought for a moment “can we get burgers instead?”

Jack laughed “sounds good Hazey.”

Driving home he noticed Hazel was abnormally quiet, he looked at her through the rearview mirror “you alright Hazey?”

She looked down kind of sad, hugging her stuffed unicorn, “I miss mommy.”

“I know ladybug, but she’ll be back in just a few days and when she comes home she’ll be happier and healthier and more energized to play with you.”

Hazel nodded “okay daddy, I believe you.”

Hazel thought for a moment “hey daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Can we go to the zoo tomorrow?”

He thought for a moment “yeah, I think I can make that happen.”

“Flamingos!” Hazel exclaimed startling Jade and making her cry a little.

“Oooop sorry Jade” she turned to her and whispered “flamingos….”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that, thankful they were almost home.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack

[asafeplaceforus112]

I cannot draw men I'll be honest, I have little been the little femme drawing princesses in pretty dresses since I was like born

and then like

animals! which occasioanlly come out alright so like uggghhh I'm gonna be drawing the protag and the voices as different birds and also because I LOVE those bird assignments to the voices DEARLY

I still don't know how to use Tumblr properly but like check out the reblogs under for different birds, coz I've done two and like now I have to finish them all you know

(I also haven't TECHNICALLY played slay the princess yet, and i really really want to wait to play some before actually looking, Like the ones I missed were the contrarian and like the nightmare and the thorn and the stranger endings (God the stranger looks just.... yes <3), and like I really wanna experience those ones myself! But I'm also doing an intensive course so don't have the time to go and get all 97 achievements like I want and OH DO I WANT TO)

SO like this gone be a project, some of these are based on gut feelings, silliness all that vibe ANYWAYS

My bird assignments:

The cold -> penguin (he he he get it!) or vultue ( you get it!)

The hunted -> wren bird

I just imagine those little birds you find in shopping centres

The paranoid -> turkey

I don't know it just tickles my brain

The flinching -> robin, quail

( I'll be honest, I don't know if flinching even exists coz I remember seeing him from a post but like its not in the wiki but also you know! Anyways!!!)

The broken -> parakee or canary

(So perfect! I love these very much <3 personally I'm doing parakeet because its like the bird that alot of aussie kids get)

The opportunist -> cuckoo or eygptian plover

( cuckoo coz obvious, and egyptian plover coz its those little birds that sit on croccodiles!)

The contrarian -> goose or puffin or kookaburra

(coz goose, puffins are called clowns and and kookaburras laugh but like also they are petty AF I promise you that)

The skeptic -> owl or little pied cormorant

(Owl coz "who?" and tilt head gives me that thought, and a friend told me of little pied cormorant and like now I'm attached man

The smitten -> flamingo or love bird

(love bird is obvi, the flamingo is because I think of that flamingo from gnomeo and juilet)

The stubborn -> emu or cassowary

(We lost a war to emus... so you know! and the cassowary coz those things are known for killing things)

The knight -> eagle or Black swan

(eagles are associated with honour and black swan is like related to knights in my head Idky)

The cheated -> dove

(I'm like 75% sure that the cheated and the flinching are the same voice but I just haven't played the game so have gotten confused, HOWEVER, cheated is with the "perfect woman" route to my knowledge and my brain associates doves with getting their legs all cut up and me and my nan looking after them so I associate it and like its perfect to my knowledge)

The protag -> crow

( in my brain, first of all because of the bird stuff and the feathers being black, but also because its equal is the shifting mound, which is considered to be death itself, so like the protag being a crow seems perfect because like crows are associated with death)

That technically makes things hard for the narrator then coz like he's obvi a corvid anyways,

narrator -> raven

(I put him as raven, because like thats how he looks and also coz he gives edgar allen poe vibes / derog)

The shifting mound -> peacock

(Its just perfect how can not????)

I don't think of the princess versions as like birds, but I also saw someone saying the shifting mound as a peacock, and like yeah male peacocks are the pretty ones, but like first of all, fuck that and second of all that just means we can go for trans femme shifting mounds, and my brain likes the idea of that idSk it tickles my brain good.

ANYYWAS

check out the reblogs I do idk, I'm enjoying doing my little bird photos

#slay the princess #birds #the voices #spoilers #slay the princess spoilers #stp #stp spoilers #SO MANY birds #vent energy #info dump #goddamn this media has a chockhold on me #lemme get through this trimester man

[folklorianhaze]

Taylor Swift Eras & Their Aesthetics

Debut — hot, humid summers in your childhood, jumping into a lake with your friends and splashing each other, butterflies, a cool glass of lemonade while sitting on the front porch, the humming of cicadas, family barbecues, summer sunsets, climbing trees, gravel driveways, worn-out sneakers, late-night telephone calls, learning how to drive for the first time, drawing smiley faces in the fog on your bathroom mirror after a shower

Fearless — vibrant yellows, doodling hearts in the margins of your notes, comparing your new class schedules at the beginning of the school year with your best friend, toothy grins in yearbook pictures, wearing lots of bracelets on your wrists, theatre kids still in their stage makeup being way too loud in a random Denny’s after their opening night show, middle school sleepovers where you’re laughing until you can’t breathe at 2 am over the stupidest things and trying not to wake your parents

Speak Now — satin gloves, strings of pearls, sparkling flapper dresses, a night sky full of stars, fireworks, a story where the princess gets to slay the dragon this time, vintage perfume bottles, crisp air, ball gowns, typewriters, burlap, lavender fields, violin music, handwritten love letters, elegant cursive handwriting, standing alone in your college dorm for the first time after your parents drop you off, stacks of fantasy books you read for escapism, a bouquet of roses

Red — party balloons and confetti drifting through the air, bright red lipstick, sunglasses, vintage Coke bottles, selfies with your best friends, the wind through your hair, baking cookies, the leaves changing color in the fall, driving with the windows rolled down, antique cars, record players, indie music stores, latte art, cuddling with a cat, reading a book that changes your perspective on life

1989 — brightly-lit makeup vanity mirrors backstage at a theatre, a glittering city skyline, the clicking of high heels, day trips to the beach, waves crashing against the surf, crop tops, clear blue skies, Polaroid pictures, heart necklaces, paper airplanes, messy buns, ballet slippers, flirtatious smiles, witty comebacks, white wine, clean, professional, confident

Reputation — newsprint, diamonds sparkling so brightly they seem sharp as knives, the sleek black scales of a snake, piles of cash, black lipstick, Hollywood glamor unraveling before your eyes, kissing someone as the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s, wintertime in the city, snow falling on your walk home through quiet streets after a party, secret glances across a crowded room, a fling that turns into something deeper, red wine, wiping off your makeup and staring at your reflection in the mirror

Lover — bubblegum, cotton candy, a giant pink flamingo pool floatie, watermelon slices, drinking margaritas at a poolside bar, the heat of mid-July, sugary cupcakes, sparklers, lazy mornings in bed, the smell of chlorine and sunscreen, white sand, laying on a beach towel and reading a book, swimsuits, a first dance at a wedding, fresh strawberries, a vanilla ice cream cone that’s started to melt, the person who gives the best hugs, Ferris wheels, touristy beaches

folklore — collecting seashells, the end of summer slowly fading into early autumn, a frayed but comfortable sweater, boardwalks, foggy mornings, clouds clinging to the mountaintops on the horizon, wet leaves under your shoes, the smell of the earth after a rainstorm, the chatter of birds in the trees, being so deep in the forest all you can see when you look up is a canopy of green, sweet tea, thinking you could swing high enough to go all the way around on the swingset as a kid, whispered secrets, the best friend you’ve grown apart from but still keep in touch with on social media from time to time, used bookstores, coffee with cream and sugar

evermore — hiking trails, pine trees, a grey sky that promises snow later, long drives from college back to visit your hometown, being in your childhood bedroom as an adult and feeling like you no longer belong there, Christmas trees with colorful lights and eclectic ornaments collected by your family over several years, champagne flutes, November skies, gold glitter, leaves being blown by gusts of wind, ivy winding up an old abandoned house, a snow-covered cottage, black coffee, braided hair, a peaceful meadow

Midnights —stumbling home at 3am still slightly drunk from the party, a hazy, smoky lounge, wood paneled walls, dramatic eyeliner, sequins, staring at the ceiling in bed, intrusive thoughts, a ticking clock, a crescent moon, feeling tired but unable to go to sleep, the entire city being asleep but you’re staring out the window awake, silver, crystals, a cigarette still slightly smoldering in one of those brown ashtrays from the 80s

#taylor swift #swiftie #fearless #speak now #red taylor’s version #ts 1989 #reputation #lover taylor swift #folklore ts #evermore #midnights

[patriciavetinari]

Tagged by @patchworkgargoyle to asnwer 15 questions!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

In the real world my name is in like top 10 most common ones in my first language which I hate vehemently for that fact alone. Also, maybe I was named after some relatives with that name but that was never an important part of my lore. I dislike the name anyway.

My tumblrsona is Patricia Vetinari, obviously named after the one and only dark flamingo authoritarian usurper, patrician Vetinari. Lady Margolotta was taken at the time I think but I figure it's for the best.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Day before yesterday. There's this OC who makes Ophelia from Hamlet read like a buddy comedy by contrast and that's in no way shaded by the fact that I'm the one writing the tragedy, I'm completely objective.

3. Do you have kids?

I do not and I don't think I'm fit to be a parent. I think about it sometimes though. I think of names and the names for their potential imaginary friends. And what would our favorite board game be and could I possibly sit down and invent it? Who knows.

4. What sports do you play/ have played?

Used to swim. Loved swimming in family time pools and wild waters like lakes. Had a nickname 'Bobber' as a child. Was strongly suggested (read: forced) into more sportish swimming by mother to lose weight. Was bullied out of the swimming club because of my weight. So you could say it all went

Swimmingly.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Only recreationally.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Clothes. I can't be seriously into fashion, I'm fat and a commie, but I like people watching and seeing the life choices they wear on the outside, of the circumstances they are forced to wear. Either way, most make me sad.

7. What's your eye colour?

Blue. I fee ehh about it. Wanted brown as a teen, would prefer green now. But I can't be bothered with lenses and occasional compliments are nice.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movie can have a happy ending if you're not a coward about it. Happy for whom? Which character are we suggested to identify it? What is a happy ending anyway? Can a happy ending be a scary movie? Absolutely.

That being said, I don't do horror well, and I do like when the characters I like get home, get fed, get railed, get fulfilled. If they had to go through a scary movie for that – that's the story, innit?

9. Any talents?

I am a jack of all trades kinda gal. Is loneliness a talent? I'm a maestro at that.

Also I cook well I guess. Some writing is looking good.

I might also be an absolute firecracker in bed but I'd have to get back to you on that after I acquire some empirical evidence, but my theory is strong.

10. Where were you born?

In a hospital in the midst of New Years celebrations in a country that was struggling to be born with me.

11. What are your hobbies?

I have ADHD. Give me a well presented topic and it will become my hobby for a few weeks.

I write silly things about silly people.

I read serious things about silly people.

I run my sims dynasty with an iron fist and a five year plan.

I read about perfumes sometimes. I even wear some and one of these days one of those dainty bottles will get me laid.

I try to learn to play chess. Consistency is key and my inner locksmith hanged himself when I was 13, I still hold memorials for the man and pay a generous pension to his unfortunate widow.

I recently drew a picture of a snake with a muffin.

I sometimes make collages and playlists for my unfortunate OCs.

I currently have 2 moods in music: Eartha Kitt or Vivaldi. No in-between. It's been going on for a month.

I do my best not to have a day without an orgasm (covid has put a slight damper on that but I'm not a quitter).

I duolingo, French. 707 day streak. I will be guillotined for this.

I steal cashew nuts from the office to feed to local birds.

I like vintage kitchens, I make the best hot chocolate, I talk to myself, I plan to turn my life around every other weekend, I go to that drama thing when I don't have a deadly virus ripping through me, I will pet any dog that will have me and any cat that's not fast enough. I've recently broke 400k point record on tetris. I post about all that and more (or less) on my silly little scripture of a blog. I sing badly outside of the shower when nobody's home. In the shower I check if I still can do the wrist lock behind back thing (I can, both sides). I ache for the world and my place in it.

I forgot what the question was, moving on.

12. Do you have any pets?

Beautiful twin monsters, little Deppy (short for Depression) and sweet mild Annie (short for Anxiety). Also a plushie called Fucked Up Evil Little Pudding, he's a sweetheart. My puter is called Bartholomew and we're civil with each other.

This is a very long version of 'I rent. I'm not allowed companionship and warmth of a live being by my side'.

13. How tall are you?

Statuesque 5'2'' in the weird foot measurements. 160 in normal ones.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Chemistry. I was spectacularly bad at it. But I actually tried, the teacher was a few percent less shit than others and sometimes I actually got the material and had wild fantasies of giving old Mendeleev a run for his money. Those dreams were crushed firmly by 11th grade.

15. Dream job?

Sheep farming. Also writing children's books in spare time.

I don't think I know 15 people on here well enough to tag, my affliction is also making me cough my heart out, so please do this if you feel like it and check in on me in a day or so if I had died or not. If you'll have a moment that is.

#15 questions #tagged in

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine hanging out with the Marauders.

The second of September. Classes weren’t started yet, people were trying to adjust to being back, attempting to make friends, seeing if they still clicked with people that they hadn’t seen all Summer. But you and your friends - the infamous Marauders - you didn’t need to do any of those things.

Instead, you made your way out to the lake. Along with you, you brought the pool floaties from home, just for this very occasion. They weren’t likely to last long, not with the playful Giant Squid but you were taking a chance. Bathing suits on, the boys all looking their darkest after the Summer months of playing Quidditch or spending time outside. It felt good to be back at Hogwarts.

A quick spell filled them with air, no blowing required. “I call the unicorn!” Sirius said, grabbing that one and went running into the cool waters of the lake. It was probably the last really warm day that you’d get out here before the fall started to move in, and he was taking full advantage.

James picked the rubber ducky that went around his thin waist, Remus went with the flamingo ring and Peter shyly took the kid’s dinosaur which he barely managed to fit inside. You had saved the best for last, bringing out - THE TANK.

“It’s over for you bitches,” You said, sitting inside, little holes for your legs to go through so you could steer, kicking as you went along, raising rocks and dirt. By scooping up some water, using a little spell, you started to shoot water cannonballs at your friends. Sirius was the first to be attacked, though he attempted to block it. Finally he gave up and nearly jumped off the unicorn into the water but the cannonball hit him straight in the chest, pushing him overboard with a giant splash.

“Hey, remember how you owe me for doing your essay last year?” Remus said, nervously as you pointed the cannon towards him. You thought about it for a moment, nodded like fair enough and then turned to be directly at James, an evil grin on your face.

“THIS IS WHY THE HAT SAID YOU SHOULD BE A SLYTHERIN!” James called, trying to retreat, his legs moving as fast as they could towards the shore.

“No, this is!” You said, and quickly turned to get poor Peter who was also trying to quietly patter away. The force must have been too much for the cheap muggle plastic to handle because all of a sudden, he was moving really quickly as the air burst out through a hole that had been made, propelling him quicker and quicker until he landed face down in the grass near the lake.

Sirius, who had his head above the water now, hair sticking all over his face, started to laugh so hard, he was taking in water. Remus was the first to go and make sure that he was okay, but he was chuckling as well. James was near falling over and you waddled onto the shore, still wearing the large plastic device. “Is he alright?” You asked. Peter raised one hand up, still laying face down on the ground, and gave the thumbs up. You grinned as Remus helped him up to his feet. “How about I help you clear some of that dirt off?” You grinned, and gave him another shot. He didn’t go flying this time but it was still hilarious to see him dripping wet and sputtering.

Requested by: Anonymous

#James Potter x reader #Sirius Black x reader #Peter Pettigrew x reader #Remus Lupin x Reader #Marauders x Reader #Harry Potter imagines #imagines #request

[lunaryrs]

🎵 cora and sienna

team / lorde

call all the ladies out, they're in their finery. a hundred jewels on throats, a hundred jewels between teeth. now bring my boys in, their skin in craters like the moon. the moon we love like a brother while he glows through the room. dancing around the lies we tell, dancing around big eyes as well. even the comatose, they don't dance and tell.

this one representing the entire friend group... i think they're so early lorde coded because they're so small town punk bitch royalty, skateboard wheels on cracked asphalt, slurpees in the parking lot, the gaggle of them with bruised knees and scuffed converse feeling on top of the world cuz their little hole-in-the-wall bar doesn't look too hard at their fake IDs when its otherwise dead on tuesday nights.

youth / troye sivan what if we run away? what if we left today? ... what if we start to drive? what if we close our eyes? what if we're speeding through red lights into paradise? 'cause we've no time for getting old, mortal bodies, timeless souls. cross your fingers, here we go. ... my youth is yours.

ummm why do i need ot explain this one just read the words. no i'm kidding i had a whole thought out thing for this one but i prioritized writing out other ones and then jake called me in the middle of doing that and i forgot about everything and this whole meme went to shit and here we are. but i know that you have a big brain and honestly? even if you didn't this one is pretty self explanatory.

16 / sadie jean

your old room, these walls look different. nothing's new, just days and distance. and i'm freaked out the more i realize it's gone now, but sometimes i want to be 16 at the park, parked in your dad's car. ... best friends, wanna get drunk in a backyard. so cool hanging out in the backyard. girl talk, talk about boys like it's business. mom's mad, gotta get home this instant. 16, bittersweet.

bram is only a baby and all but fuck that guy for coming between them like this............ i don't know i just picture cora in that little apartment with the baby reminiscing on the youth that she had/should still have rly and seeing her friendship w sienna at the center of it all. reflecting on the passing of time and all that's been lost and gained. they're still in each other's lives they'll just never have that version of themselves back and i think cora wishes she recognized how good those moments were when she was in them

"slut!" / taylor swift

flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard. clink clink, being this young is art. aquamarine moonlit swimming pool. what if all i need is you? ... adorned with smoke on my clothes, lovelorn and nobody knows. love thorns all over this rose. ... but if i'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us. and if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once.

my little lesbianism au... i love it because it conjures up images of like the neighborhood pools they'd hop the fence into, them attached by their pinkies floating side by side on tacky pool floats they got prior raiding walmart with full intent to trespass bc they knew someone was on vacation or whatever. i know i told you i never really had a reason for cora's general sense of discontent until i thought of this and everything kind of clicked. very clear on sienna being all she could ever need but hadn't considered it in the romantic sense and i couldn't unthink of it that way ever since. in terms again of the greater friend group given how a few of the guys treat mollie it's like ok... perhaps not the biggest leap to think there's some misogyny there, surely some criticism from the skeevier guys that would feel like yknow the hot girls in the friend group are obliged to them somehow (and of course being romantically involved w some of them already as well). so i like this idea that they have this sensual secret thing going on and just kind of weighing the pros and cons of being like fuck it lets abandon this charade

[1ntr0v3rted]

Yoooo bro I’m back with my unwanted opinions LMAO

so me being me and being a wannabe critic or a wannabe explainer or whatever I looked up drama of some of my favorite people when I was little (still tbh)

I was the kid that was on the iPad 24/7 YouTube and Roblox Minecraft etc raised me than my own parents

I watched denisdaily and flamingo (flamingo later on in my life) I just didn’t watch anyone else but maybe Brent Rivera (ur stupid automatically bro idk what I saw in u)

Denis was rlly popular and stood out to me for his Roblox videos I subbed to him before he got all popular and #1 like maybe when he started his YouTubeish and I would watch him everyday I saw every single office he had even his bedroom with his roommate Sandra and Sandra’s boyfriend I rlly thought they were cool people I was really into sir meows a lot and having a character like that for a YouTube

My iPad was like child locked or smth like my dad would have to put his password in for me to download smth so his account was on there

Id beg and beg to like get Roblox and play it and become like Denis I truly looked up to him (I’m saying looked like I still don’t)

Apparently people r mad bc he took a mental health break and he had the pals situation plus the scam robux thing

But tbh the pals situation wasn’t Denis’ fault corl went haywire and so like he was gone and they all dispatched from each-other now u barley ever see Denis talking to sketch, Alex, or sub

Denis has a growing audience and rn children just know jokes like we have YouTube shorts we have TikTok and instagram which kids these days have like dude they know the jokes that are being said. There’s specific moderations u can put on ur kids device to make it only kid things and yes Denis might still pop up but he’s still pretty family friendly he’s just being himself like he is with his friends

I always wished like Denis and flamingo could meet and now they’re like literal lovers man (IK u see it bro don’t say otherwise they joke so much about being together) which also with apparently like homophobic allegations towards them both I think of it as just flirting with ur guys bro but my opinion doesn’t matter for what they have going on

Denis took a mental health break which is completely reasonable he couldn’t be with friends he just couldn’t go to YouTube anymore and have that motivation he’s on his own schedule bc he’s a person too

Now we’re onto flamingo who not everyone likes (u do he’s the #1 Roblox youtuber) and he had AlbertStuff which he said some pretty yk reasonably bad things and said some racist things and got attacked but he legit regrets who he was so he made flamingo and was family friendly with his still agressive type jokes but they’re not bad at all they’re funny and annoying and it’s great man

Also I wanna point out u guys r kinda acting like everyone who has a rep needs to be perfect like nah we all problematic (I am too bro dw)

Albert acts like AlbertStuff never happened that’s how much guilt and regret he has for that YouTube channel

And yes people like flamingo and Denis have changed to more and more PG-13 content but that’s also bc everyone else has become more PG-13 AKA THEIR OWN AUDIENCE

I grew up with them and it feels more funny and lively that they’re kinda growing up with me that’s what makes them rlly special to me (gonna cry/j)

It’s the same with the Barbie movie everyone was mad about it saying it was inappropriate for children (I don’t see it tbh) but it’s PG-13 just don’t bring ur kid?

What I’m saying is is that flamingos past is not who he is today and neither is Denis.

But the people who to this day r problematic and haven’t apologized and have ruined a community needa go

(I’m looking at you inquisitormaster lmao)

Thank you for reading my unpopular opinions !! (Don’t come for me or else I will show up as a frog and curse you)

#denis #denis daily #Roblox #roblox youtuber #flamingo #AlbertStuff #Albert #youtube #inquisitormaster #problematictwt #personal shit

[innytoes]

For the nice anon who had a bad week and wanted some more Caleb/Ray/Reggie ABO AU. This snippet has been floating in my brain for weeks so I’m using this as an excuse to write it. Hope your weekend is better!

(Trigger warning for some internalised fatphobia and unhealthy thoughts.)

Halloween was Reggie’s absolute favourite holiday. It always had been. It was about dressing up and candy and running around with your friends, not being forced into a tie or pretending to be the perfect family or your parents shouting because everything costs money. An old sheet and a pair of scissors for two eye-holes and you were ready to go.

When Ray and Caleb learned Halloween was his favourite holiday, they went all out. Ray dragged out all his Halloween decor even though it was still summer, so they could go over what he had and what they could add to it. Caleb made sure to schedule his big show for the afternoon, so he could slip out during the after party for their clients and be home with Ray and Reggie in the evening.

And okay, they did talk Reggie down from going Full Spooky as soon as October 1 came around. Instead, he added a little bit every day. A wreath on the door. Some pumpkins on the table. A spooky lawn flamingo in the yard. Some cute ghost-shaped lights on the mantle. An autumn leaf garland on the banister. 

And if Ray maybe came home one day to find his entire porch railing covered in tiny plastic pumpkins, all evenly spaced out (with exactly enough room for Pockets to sit between them, because she loved to sit on the porch railing and judge passers-by), all he did was laugh and press a kiss to Reggie’s cheek and ask him if he had a productive day.

They didn’t just indulge him in the decor. Caleb surprised them both with a visit to a real life pumpkin patch, and they spent a day picking out Real Pumpkins (Reggie) taking a million pictures (Ray) and drinking apple cider (Caleb). They watched all the scary (and not so scary) Halloween movies Reggie wanted to, since he was usually vetoed at the shelter. And okay, sometimes even Reggie had to hide his face in Ray’s sweater, but hearing Caleb mutter under his breath about what bad choices the characters on screen were making made the whole thing a lot less scary and a lot more fun.

Caleb had also impressed upon him that Reggie was in charge of the candy. He did that a lot, making something sound like it was a job or a favour when it was really something fun. Still, with the extra encouragement, he kind of went all out. Full. Sized. Candy. Bars. Baby! As well as a separate bowl with cool stuff like erasers, fake moustaches, light-up bouncy balls, fake spiders, fidget spinners, and other cool stuff, for the kids with allergies.

And if maybe he grabbed a bunch of bags of the tiny little fun-sized candy bars for them to snack on, well, Caleb said he was in charge of candy.

Except he’d made one big mistake. Since he’d never really done Halloween as an adult before, he hadn’t realised how tempting all that candy in the house would be. Not the stuff for the kids, of course. Reggie was fully committed to not touching those, so they had enough to hand out to ever single kid that came over.

But those bags with the tiny little bite-sized candy bars? They were calling him, okay? So, on October 29th, he may or may not have gotten out a bag. Just to grab a few of his favourites while he was finishing up decorating. So he grabbed a bunch after he finished putting up the fake spiderwebs outside. And he grabbed some when he added the spooky fake candles on the tables. And after he was completely done for the day, with both decorating and laundry and the dishes and prepping for dinner, well, he deserved to sit down and have a treat, okay? And then Pockets came to sit on his lap, so it wasn’t like he could go anywhere or do anything but eat candy, right?

By the time he heard the front door, Caleb chuckling at the skulls he’d added to the wreath, he’d pretty much finished the bag. And there was no way to hide the evidence before Caleb reached the family room. Tiny wrappers were all over the salon table, and gathering them all up together kind of just made it look worse.

“Well now,” Caleb said, surveying the scene. God, there were candy wrappers on the floor as well.

“Um, hi.” He tried to smile as Caleb pressed a kiss to his temple.

“Hello, pet,” Caleb said. “Did you... did you eat almost that entire bag by yourself?” He sounded kind of incredulous.

Reggie flushed. Of course Caleb was shocked. “I’ll run a few extra miles tomorrow,” he defended, shrinking in on himself a little.

Maybe Reggie did let himself get carried away. Paul had always said he ate more than his fair share, that he was greedy, and here Reggie was proving him right.

The shelter had always warned that they should do their best to look good, so they’d be picked sooner. They’d always grimaced a little when they said it in front of Reggie, because no amount of deep conditioner and squats was going to hide the massive scar on his face. But still, Reggie knew that Caleb and Ray had picked him, at least in part, because of how he looked. They both took really good care of themselves, and here Reggie was, eating an entire bag of candy in one go.

Caleb looked at him, surprised and a little upset. “Kitten, I’m not concerned about your waistline, I’m concerned about you getting a stomach ache,” he soothed.

Oh.

“And a little bit about you throwing up chocolate on my priceless antique rug,” he said, nodding at the floor. Reggie giggled.

“I promise I won’t get sick on your rug,” he said, leaning into a hug when Caleb offered, tucking his head under Caleb’s chin.

“You know that you’re allowed to eat whatever you want, right?” Caleb asked, rubbing his back gently. Reggie nodded. He did know that. Of course he did. It was just that sometimes the stuff Paul said, or worse, the stuff they drilled into all the Omegas at the shelter, got the better of him. “And that we love you no matter what?”

Reggie took a breath. That one was still a little hard to remember sometimes, on his bad days, or when panic set in. Still, he didn’t want to make Caleb sad, so he nodded again.

Caleb hummed, and they sat there for a moment, just curled up together. Then, Caleb pulled away. “Are there any tootsie rolls left in that bag?”

#calebxrayxreggie #the caleb/ray/reggie ABO AU #fanfic #I wrote a thing #julie and the phantoms #I want you to know that I looked up halloween candy and then I got very angry so I stopped #AMERICA WHY IS THERE CARAMEL IN YOUR MILKY WAY BARS WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU #I gave up and asked the rarepair fest discord to tell me the most evil halloween candy bar for Caleb #(in the Dutch version of this fic Reggie's eating Celebrations and Caleb asked for a bounty okay?) #anon I hope you feel better

[needyclingyperson]

My Husband might not see this , maybe he will but !!! I really love him so much <33 I don't want him to ever leave me I wanna be with him forever !!! I can't even describe how much I want him to stay ... I just want him with me <33 !!! I hate people who get close to him !!!!!!! They get at my nerves at times cause it feels like they're trying to steal him from me >:(( I hate it. BUT ANYWAYS I love my Husband I want him to be a part of my life forever I don't want him gone I hope he realizes how special he is to me...<3 !!

Seriously if I cant have anything I want despite I dont ask for too much at least let me keep him thats all I ask ... I don't ever wanna lose him waahh ;;;;;;;; I'm clingy around him really clingy as much I want to get him away from people .. what if they think badly of me sobs ;;;; WAAH But I want him with me forever , He so perfect and divine ... No wonder people wanna steal him BUT BACK OFF HES MINE >:(( I honestly think they are trying to steal him bc if I noticed something I would think of it weird and if they show any crushing sign around him I will see it .. I mean I'm not sure if it's my delusions or if I overthink a lot I mean I do but like yk.. I could be making up assumptions but I think I'm not making up bc of how they act , what they do around him.. IS JUST SO UGHH.. It irritates me.. I get easily jealous but he still keeps up with me...<33 I love him for that<3333

MAKING THINGS LIKE THIS IS SO FUN BUT DID I ALSO MENTION HE LOOKS CUTE TALKING ABT HIS INTEREST AND BEING AN COMPLETE ENTHUSIASM ABT IT HE AO CUTE I WANT HIM TO ALWAYS TALK HIS INTEREST NO MATTER HOW MUCH HE TALKED TO ME ABT IT SRSLYAHDHHDHR I WANNA KISS HIS CUTE FACE AND KEEP HIM WITH ME FOREVER<333 HE HAVE ALOT OF INTEREST I CAN LIST IT ALL OUT I THINK SOME ARE ASSUMPTIONS !!

CURRENT :

Kaitou Joker ( Most )

Welcome Home : The Puppet Show

Needy Streamer Overload

South Park

Maurie Leblanc Lupin Novels

Vampires

Horrors Story/Games etc

Gore

Gothic Clothing

OTHERS : ( Including Childhood one )

Boboiboy

Beyblade

Yandere Simulator

The Mandela Catalogue

Sally Face

Happy Tree Friends

Gacha

Bungo Stray Dogs

Undertale

Fran bow

Little Misfortune

FNAF ( Security Breach etc )

Lego Monkie Kid

Ejent Ali

Genshin Impact (?)

Cookie Run

Moshi Monsters

My Little Pony

ItsFunneh ( He used to watch them :;33 )

Flamingo

Kubz Scout ( Prefers both Kubz scout and Flamingo More ! )

Days Union

The Smiles Family

g0z ( Circus Myths )

Guest 666

The Mimic

Identity V

Steven Universe (?)

The Amazing World Of Gumball

Spooky Month (He likes it But He also hates it due to reason)

Six the Musical

Hamilton

Liar Liar

Urban Legends

Among Us/hj

DC

Mean girls

Heather The Musical <33

I THINK THATS ALL I KNOW I MEAN SOME IS ASSUMPTIONS

HIS BIRTHDAY IS AT JUNE 15 WHILE OUR ANNIVERSARY AT JUNE 8 2022

DATING FOR 11 MONTHS AND ABT TO HIT 12 MONTHS/1 YEAR<33

HES REALLY PERFECT HONESTLY<333!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCCHHHH<3333

I WANNA STAY WITH HIM FOREVER<33

Hes MY Cute Autistic Hubby and MY Wifey<33

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Hello, hi!! I saw your match ups were open, which is really cool!! I was hoping for a maze runner match up?

You can call me Mylo or Comet and I’m transmasc, my pronouns are they/he! I’m 16, ~5’10, and I have long (I want to cut it!!) brown sorta curly hair! I’m bi but have a preference for masculine presenting people!

Some things about me are that I really want to dye my hair different colors, probably purple as the first color but the only colors I don’t want are yellow blond or orange! I really really love art, all kinds but I’m best at digital, pencil, water color, and sometimes animating. Funny enough I do kinda suck at painting (I’m working to get better)! I really love my family and I have 3 brothers, two younger and one older! I have a really big age gap with my younger brothers so I take care of them a lot, and I’m kinda good with kids because of it. I love my mom so much and I’m really close with her! I love listening to music, I write poetry sometimes, I suck at sports so much, I make jewelry for my friends and me, I love swimming and tubing and being around boats and docks, I really annoy connecting with people and having meaningful deep conversations, I used to love reading so I’m trying to get back into that, I enjoy baking too and sometimes going on hikes.

When I first meet someone I can be a little shy or reserved but I come out of my shell quickly if I’m comfortable. I care really deeply about my friends and I think they would describe me as someone who always tries to help out or doesn’t know how to relax sometimes, I can be pretty stubborn, I have anger issues but I’m working on them and I’ve never dealt with them full force at anyone, I’m protective of the people I care about but if they don’t need me I trust them to take care of themselves. I can get excited really easily and I’m positive when around other people, but if I get stuck in my head when I’m alone I can get into a pretty bad headspace. I always try to make people laugh and let them know I care about them (usually I don’t say anything out loud) by spending time with them, or getting them something.

Some random silly fun facts

I verbally stim so sometimes I’ll just repeat what someone says or something that gets stuck in my head

I’ve broken 2 bones. My arm when I was about 9 and a couple years later my pinkie. I’ve also broken my nose by running full speed into a pole (long and embarrassing story)

I was really clumsy as a kid and still kinda are as per my last fun fact

I love sweaters and I get cold super easily

I have a lot of moles and I have a couple on one part of my arm that looks like a constellation

I have this joke with flamingos that my friends and family know about so I have a ton of flamingo stuff lol

I love stuffed animals and blankets

I really enjoy writing and English class

I HATE being bored

I wear glasses and a high prescription I am very blind

And yeahhhh that’s uh a lot of stuff about me :) I hope that was enough and I wish you a lovely lovely day!!

hey, so sorry, i completely forgot about this for so long! i never got around to finishing it and i won't either, i think, but i do hope you can enjoy the first third of what was supposed to be a full love story

I ship you with...

Newt!!!

When you come up the box, there's already many other boys living their life as best as they can in the glade. You don't have to go through any of what Minho or Newt went through, you just have to deal with the fact that all you can remember about yourself is your name and that you'll be stuck for an undefined amount of time in this hellhole of a place, which, you know, is already bad enough. So you're understandably freaked out for the first few days and even quieter than you usually are. Out of all the boys, Newt is the one who helps you out of that state of mind the most.

You spend most of day one to three in the Med Jack's hut because you hit your head pretty badly in the box, but Newt shows you around and explains everything, slowly and delibaretly, and he even makes you smile once or twice. It's where your friendship begins.

You start helping out Frypan in the kitchen on your fourth day there because Alby thinks working will help you manage your situation better. And truly, you do a good job. You find out you enjoy baking, then you find out you're actually really good at it too, and from then on Frypan puts you on bread duty. You help him chop and cube and stir as well, of course, but mostly Frypan lets you bake to your heart's content.

Newt visits you from time to time. He comes in with a smile and waits for you to dust off your hands and nods at Frypan to let you go for five minutes, to check on you and how you're handling your new home. It's a lot to take in, after all. But you're getting better, you're doing better with Frypan around and the work you're doing, with all the people you're getting to know and the distractions.

Maybe a week and a half in, you're starting to settle. It's all beginning to come together as a routine. But then you drop your knife, try to pick it up and slice across your hand and somehow, your temper gets the better of you. Frypan can't calm you down and before he can go and get Alby (who he's not that sure could calm you down either), Newt appears in the doorway and rushes to your side and from then on, whenever you're struggling with your anger, he's the one you go to.

He keeps visiting you regularly (even when he shouldn't) and after a while, he starts bringing you flowers.

just imagine a happy ever after! 😂😂

#match ups

[sophiadao360]

"Dear Stranger, You don’t know me but I hear you are going through a tough time, and I would like to help you. I want to be open and honest with you, and let you know that happiness isn’t something just afforded to a special few. It can be yours, if you take the time to let it grow. It’s OK to be stressed, scared and sad, I certainly have been throughout my 66 years. I’ve confronted my biggest fears time and time again. I’ve cheated death on many adventures, seen loved ones pass away, failed in business, minced my words in front of tough audiences, and had my heart broken. I know I’m fortunate to live an extraordinary life, and that most people would assume my business success, and the wealth that comes with it, have brought me happiness. But they haven’t; in fact it’s the reverse. I am successful, wealthy and connected because I am happy. So many people get caught up in doing what they think will make them happy but, in my opinion, this is where they fail. Happiness is not about doing, it’s about being. In order to be happy, you need to think consciously about it. Don’t forget the to-do list, but remember to write a to-be list too. Kids are often asked: ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ The world expects grandiose aspirations: ‘I want to be a writer, a doctor, the prime minister.’ They’re told: go to school, go to college, get a job, get married, and then you’ll be happy. But that’s all about doing, not being – and while doing will bring you moments of joy, it won’t necessarily reward you with lasting happiness. Stop and breathe. Be healthy. Be around your friends and family. Be there for someone, and let someone be there for you. Be bold. Just be for a minute. If you allow yourself to be in the moment, and appreciate the moment, happiness will follow. I speak from experience. We’ve built a business empire, joined conversations about the future of our planet, attended many memorable parties and met many unforgettable people. And while these things have brought me great joy, it’s the moments that I stopped just to be, rather than do, that have given me true happiness. Why? Because allowing yourself just to be, puts things into perspective. Try it. Be still. Be present. For me, it’s watching the flamingos fly across Necker Island at dusk. It’s holding my new grandchild's tiny hands. It’s looking up at the stars and dreaming of seeing them up close one day. It’s listening to my family’s dinner-time debates. It’s the smile on a stranger’s face, the smell of rain, the ripple of a wave, the wind across the sand. It’s the first snow fall of winter, and the last storm of summer. It’s sunrise and sunset. There’s a reason we’re called human beings and not human doings. As human beings we have the ability to think, move and communicate in a heightened way. We can cooperate, understand, reconcile and love, that’s what sets us apart from most other species. Don’t waste your human talents by stressing about nominal things, or that which you cannot change. If you take the time simply to be and appreciate the fruits of life, your stresses will begin to dissolve, and you will be happier. But don’t just seek happiness when you’re down. Happiness shouldn’t be a goal, it should be a habit. Take the focus off doing, and start being every day. Be loving, be grateful, be helpful, and be a spectator to your own thoughts. Allow yourself to be in the moment, and appreciate the moment. Take the focus off everything you think you need to do, and start being – I promise you, happiness will follow. Happy regards, Richard Branson

[theboneyarddiary]

I was tired and walking home was boring, but after being scolded by Baby for hurling down the street looking like I do, and scaring customers away, I try to walk in places 'humans' are.

As I was walking, I saw a dollar shop had glasses in the window, and there were these pink shades, hearts for rims.

I knew Flamingo was having a hard time lately with the looks, I could take it but, I really hated how her face could turn so disappointed when somebody whispered something to their friend in passing or even worse to loud not even trying to show a little respect for the kid.

I picked up my board and went in and looked at the glasses. A store clerk took one look at me with wide eyes and said “Take whatever you want, my guy, just don’t hurt me”

I would have truly rolled my eyes, but it was pointless. I grabbed the heart glasses and a fire shaped pair as well, then saw that they were two bucks each.

I walked over to the cashier and attempted to give the guy whose hands were still awkwardly waving in the air four dollars. I looked at him and sighed, frustrated.

“Is there tax, or is that good?” I said calmly to try and make him feel more at ease.

“59 cents, but that’s fine” the clerk clearly wanted me to leave.

“Here keep the change.” I laid down another two bills with the four on the counter as he wouldn't even come close to taking it and walked out. I skate boarded quickly as possible the rest of the way home, screw the 'humans' I had a gift to give!

As soon as I reached our street a shout rang out “LEMUR WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT WHIRLING DOWN THE STREET LIKE THAT” I'm sure everyone in the neighborhood heard that from Baby on the back porch.

"Sorry!" I shout back, running in to see the mess of the kitchen. It was heartwarming to see Flamingo having a great day.

Alligator and her boyfriend Donovan were trying their best to make cookies, and it was fun to watch how Alli kept putting things in high places and Donovan not knowing how to get them.

Flamingo plopped down on the floor and took out her marker board, wrote “help” then showed Alli.

Alli signed back “help what”.

“Him” Flamingo signed, then pointed at the poor guy jumping to reach the chocolate chips Alli had unfortunately put on the top shelf of the cupboards.

“Oh shit my bad babe here!” Alli gabbed it and handed it to him. He held her hand and kissed it like a princess. Flamingo grinning at the chaotic love between the two.

“Thanks” he stated then happily added them to his own batch.

After watching this playout, I went into the kitchen and whipped up the pair of heart glasses and the fire glasses I put on myself.

I signed “I got these for you”

Flamingo took them gently and put them on. Looking around the room.

“Beautiful” signed Alli with a smile.

"Very" added Donovan, signing with care as he was still trying to learn ASL.

She looked at me with my flame sunglasses, and I signed, "You look really cool”

She signed back with a grin “You too, we look fantastic”.

#trotp #writings

[stevesorgasmicriffs]

“ask her out, it couldn’t hurt.”

that’s the advice my younger brother jason gave to me as we were sitting on my bed in our shared bedroom. i was debating whether to ask vin, who sat behind me in my biology class, out on a date. well, more like an activity. something to test the waters out, since neither of us had quite yet built up the courage or strength for something more romantic. i always got nervous whenever the prospect even popped into my mind. so this would be good for now.

at home, our quarters were pretty tight. not cramped, but tight. we lived in a trailer park back behind the school. i wasn’t too self-conscious about it, though. in fact, the entire district in which we lived wasn’t the prettiest. but we still made ends meet.

our room had a bunk bed, and i took the bottom one, jase the top. the biggest reason for that was because he was considerably lighter than me. quite skinny. like a toothpick. but also because i had a giant plush flamingo that was essentially my comfort blanket, or rather, body pillow, that i cuddled every night. and that took up a lot of room. it was nearly as tall as me. jase didn’t mind it, though.

jason, or jase as i affectionately called him, was a peculiar kid. he always wore either a fedora or bowler hat, and always tipped it towards you when you met him. and he had the absolute weirdest obsession with axolotyls. those slimy pink lizard looking things with the gills that lived and breathed underwater. he had a plush one he still sleeps with every night, but it was actually green. and he got it at the zoo when we last went. and that was another thing. he was so crazy about them, that as soon as his eyes met the sign pointing to the amphibian exhibit, he’d tug my arm in that direction and drag me along as he took off running. when i told vin about this, their first response was “an axo-what now?” i laughed and said, “that was my exact response when he first introduced me to his obsession.”

unfortunately, they don’t sell them at the local pet store, perhaps because of how exotic they were. he was quite bummed about it. so his plush one would have to do.

people assumed he was just built different. my parents say he doesn’t need meds. “wonderfully whimsical” was what his teachers called him.

but none of them knew the torment he put himself through before he arrived to high school.

long ago, he used to not be my brother, but instead, my sister. and i would call her jayne. it wasn’t something he ever grew into. so, at the age of ten, he decided to do something about it.

our parents were respectful of his decision, and helped him along the way. and i was incredibly supportive as well. to be honest, i’d always wanted a brother. so i guess fate realized that they made a mistake, giving me a sister, and wanted to correct it. funny how those things work out, y’know?

last year, he underwent vocal surgery. and he had a bandage in the shape of an x on his throat to prove it. he said that he’s quite proud of that battle scar. and since then, he’s grown right into his deeper voice.

he also wears glasses now, to “complete the look,” he claims. he’s pretty funny whenever he’s not being a quiet string bean. he had to rest his voice for a bit of time as well. it sucked not being able to hear him. but we always passed notes to each other.

just like vin and i passed notes to each other in biology. only once did we get in trouble for it, and it honestly wasn’t even that bad.

often times, it did feel like i was passing those notes to jase. they were around the same height. and, in the same grade.

while i was a junior, they were both freshman. i got to show vin around the school a little during freshman orientation, as i was a volunteer that had signed up. really, i wanted to make a few new friends. because all the other juniors at my school were either popular and judgemental, or weird and dare i say not judgemental enough. it was a tough crowd to reside in. but i managed somehow.

anyway, vin struck my eye because they wore this cute green beanie that reminded me of my purple one i wore all the time during the winter. so that was the first compliment i gave to them.

vin was, i could tell, so nervous as we were walking through the halls on orientation day, maybe a bit too close to one another. “relax, don’t sweat it,” i kept reassuring them, maybe a bit too constant, and i’d rest my hand on their shoulder, maybe a bit too many times. but no matter, they didn’t seem to mind. that made me feel better about it.

they were mostly confused about their schedule, and so when i asked them if i could examine it, they showed it to me, and i was pleasantly surprised to find that we had the same fourth period class. and so we began to talk to each other a bit about our schedules. how i had drama camp, and pre-calculus, and gym class, since i skipped it as a freshman myself. they had gym first period, followed by english and government. i told them that i’d be taking u.s. literature next semester, and that i would be dreading taking it. i think they got a kick out of that.

so we continued to talk, eventually reaching the point where we could comfortably and casually exchange phone numbers.

and through texting non-stop that entire night (until 2 am no less), i got to learn all about their family, their mom, their stepdad, their baby sister named pepper. i was pleasantly surprised to find out that the stepdad was a gym teacher at our elementary school that i had years ago and that i used to have a fat crush on, but back then, he didn’t have a wife, or any children. but he lived with his brother and sister back at his parents’ place. his brother was my general education teacher, and his sister was vin and jase’s age. apparently she’d become one of the popular ones. one of the bullies. jase made sure to stay far away from her. i too made sure to steer clear of her, because it didn’t matter what grade you were, if you were an outcast, you were an outcast to all.

i began to talk a bit about my family, my mom, who was a secretary at the school, my dad, who i never really saw, but he worked in construction. and then all about jase. “oh, he and i are cool!” was what vin texted me. and i didn’t even bother to breathe a huge sigh of relief. i simply celebrated quietly. because making friends didn’t come easily to jase. everyone commented on how he was too quiet. but… he was always talkative towards me? oh, and to vin too. i wonder what it was about vin that struck him so fondly?

but eventually the subject of that question pivoted in my direction.

because now, i was starting to become smitten.

i’d hung out at their place once before, right around the beginning of the school year. we’d texted, made arrangements, executed the plan seamlessly. their house was amazing. beautiful. gorgeous. definitely not worthy of the presence of a bum living in a trailer park.

i was in awe. even their bedroom looked exquisite. the neighborhood i drove through to get to their place was like nothing i’d seen before.

and that was when i met vin’s family. their stepdad, who was carrying pepper in one arm (apprently it was a hard time separating those two) and he used the other to shake my hand. the most amazing part? he actually remembered me.

“louise, right?” he asked me.

“well, i kinda go by connie now,” i chuckled. “but impeccable memory!”

and then i got to meet vin’s mom, who was an absolute angel of a sweetheart. she made me these organic butterscotch cookies that tasted delectable.

and when i’d arrived to vin’s room, it was bright magenta and fabulous. it certainly beat my crimson wallpaper that was on the cusp of tearing itself right off the wall, that’s how fallen apart it’s gotten.

“my favorite color is pink,” they’d said in a joking tone, gesturing around the room. “i know, it’s pathetic.”

“no, no, i… i dig it. it’s a vibe.”

we spent the rest of that afternoon chilling on their bed, laying down, staring up at the ceiling. i got to meet their stuffed unicorn, whom they’d endearingly named brian. “you’ve got a stuffed therapy animal too? how neat,” i chuckled.

“yeah. isn’t it normal to have one?” they retorted.

“well, i mean…” i shrugged. “yeah, obviously.” then i told her about my flamingo. i forgot to mention, the same day jase got his axolotyl at the zoo, i got my flamingo at that same gift shop. we had trouble fitting it into my dad’s clunky sedan (which my mom was driving, since they shared that car).

and then vin began to rattle on and on about their fascination with wildlife and conservation, saving the animals, all that jargon. that was something her mom was helping her with. they wanted to start up a whole marketing campaign for it.

it was then i knew, they were for sure a keeper.

not that i had any background or idea of wildlife conservation in the first place. i wasn’t exactly a nature freak. but… just hearing them talk so passionately about it, made my heart swell to an immense degree. i was both awestruck and smitten.

so, i decided to make the place that i took them out on our date activity somewhere really special. somewhere that was out in the open. out in nature. out where the wildlife was.

a small pond, at the edge of the trailer park i lived at, where ducklings could waddle up to us and squeak out their hello’s. just us. and the ducks.

“does the trailer park ever get crowded?” vin asked me once.

and i told them, no, never, i kept a count of how many trailers there were, and there were 29. we lived in trailer number 13, overlooking the forest, and a gravel pathway. it was a nice view.

of course they instantly accepted the invitation, that i wasn’t too shy to simply write on a note, that i could muster up the audacity to verbally execute. and they seemed excited about it. which warmed my innards just about as quickly as the acceptance.

and so i drove us down, one friday after school (i made sure their parents were okay with it, as they normally picked vin up from school, and they were).

and as we were sitting together, swaying a bit, subconsciously holding hands, vin turned to me and said, ever so quietly, “y’know… i like it here. we should do this more often.”

i smiled and nodded, muttering “yeah, me too… i could get used to this.”

just like i got used to them calling me their girlfriend as the semester approached its end. and i was more than happy to have a partner in my life, and to hopefully keep them for the rest of it.

[thehouseof-hysterics]

You’re naked in the mirror.

You look, and wish you hadn’t, because now you can’t look away. You can see the clay mask on your face. You put it there because, maybe, it’ll make you pretty, perfect, flawless. Better.

You can see your rib cage, can count your ribs. One-two-three-four-five-six and you stop there, because there are more and that scares you.

You can see your hip bones, pointy and sharp and prominent, birds’ wings. Maybe your body will fly away. Maybe that’s a good thing. I mean, you aren’t taking care of it.

You step in the shower and you turn on the water and it’s cold-cold-cold but you start to wash the clay off anyway, because who are you to command heat? You scrub at it and you hope you look all new and glowing and — please — different, even though you know that’s not how it works.

As you wash your body, you’re angry, because you know. You know your arms are thin and brittle and you know you’ve got spindly flamingo legs and you know your stomach is concave and sunken, and you’re angry because you know and you still aren’t making it stop.

And you want to be better, you do you do you do, but you don’t want to get better — and even if you did, you wouldn’t be able to. Getting better is for people with time and energy. It is not for people with two moods, tired-and-numb and tired-and-sad. Not for people who wake at 5am and drag themselves out of bed at 7. Not for people who say things to themselves like, you stupid dumb bitch. Like, nobody will ever deserve to have to care about you. Like, I hate you, and you don’t even always have to say that one out loud, because it’s there in every frown in the mirror and declination of food and swallow of water to try to flush yourself out.

You hurt your knee today, like a five-year-old, and as the soapy water rushes over the burn it stings. You think, it doesn’t hurt any less than when I was five. You think, maybe it’s such a big deal to kids because they haven’t known any worse pain.

And you’re lucky. You have a family who reminds you to drink and eat and sleep and go to work and function like the human being you swear your are. You have friends who raise their eyebrows and protest and give you half-smiles of support when you decline food, carry your favourite crackers around and make you laugh and plainly state the facts and, perhaps the bravest of all, love you despite it. You have a therapist who nods and smiles and talks to you about the patriarchy and, when you tell her nothing’s working, tries to fix it; understands you. Cool story, not enough dragons.

You decide to use a hair mask, and when you catch yourself wondering if this weekend is special enough to warrant opening it, you stop while you’re ahead, because you deserve nice things. But the damn thing won’t open and maybe it’s fate — but no, you make your own luck, and you turn off the taps and step out of the shower and you get the scissors, the ones you used to cut your lips open with, to open it. 

Something you hate to admit: you filed your canine teeth sharp once, so you wouldn’t need to fetch the scissors.

When you’ve slicked it through and given it twenty minutes, you step back in the shower. It’s too hot this time. You wash it out, running your fingers through tangles that you think should not be there, and you wash your face again, scrubbing with the soap. You didn’t look different (better) last time. You tell yourself this time is special. You get stinging soap in your eye, and you turn the shower off for a second time.

You think, good.

You think, maybe I’ll never have to see myself again.

#htsp prose