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jarofstyles · 1 year

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Flame 4- Blaze

Hello my loves!! Here she is. Flame part 4. Please let me know what you think!

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For people who were supposedly best friends with benefits, they were acting more like a couple than anything he had ever experienced.

He fucking loved it.

Dates. What used to be hang outs were dates, really. Harry was having a ball planning them. The movies, new dinner places, brunch, walks in the park, a water park, and recently the zoo. But today, it was simply cooking dinner together and watching a movie on Harry’s projector.

She was wrapped up in his arms, in his sweatshirt again. The pasta sauce emergency had been a result of not securing the lid on the blender, meaning there was splatters of red sauce on the ceiling he may never get off, ruined clothing and a stomach sore from laughing. They had cleaned it together, still managed to have enough to use for their hand made pasta and ultimately had beautiful blackmail photos of one another covered in red sauce.

The lights were dim as they watched Pretty Woman. It was one of Y/N’s favorites, so she was relaxed perfectly in his arms. Sitting right between his split legs on the couch, she rested her head against his chest as her hands held his forearms. Boldly, his own hands were dipped under the borrowed sweatshirt, stroking the soft skin near her ribs. It was mindless, gentle, and driving her a bit crazy.

He pretended not to notice, but he did. Harry could read her like a book. Being friends for years and years on top of learning her intimately had a hand to hold in that. Y/N wasn’t the most warm and fuzzy person, and he felt fucking honored to be the one she chose to be soft with. When she turned the other night and nuzzled into his neck, he about died with giddiness. Harry had been the clingy one for ages, and now she was close to letting it be a battle.

“Why have you never asked me to be your sugar daddy?” His voice vibrated against her back, making her roll her eyes. Harry always interrupted moments with dumb comments like that but she catagorized it as part of his charm.

“Because you can’t afford me.” She deadpanned, not even turning around to catch his reaction. She didn’t have to. The offended scoff and grunt spoke enoigh- but she hadn’t accounted for how close his hands were to her breasts. The slight pinch to her nipple made her squeal, turning slightly in his arms to give him a wide eyed gape.

“Harry, what the fuck?”

“You just said I don’t have enough sugar to be a daddy.” He groused. “That’s offensive and rude. You know, I could very well afford you. We are sitting on a beautiful couch! And you're wearing my Gucci jumper.” The tone made her aware of his jokes, which didn’t help the fact that the action she had tried to be pissed about had turned her on. She never had anyone pinch her nipple before but she could kind of see the appeal of nipple clamps.

“Shut up, moneybags. I meant what I said. I’d drive you crazy. Besides, you’re literally getting the sexy stuff for free. Do you want to start paying my rent or something? Wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

Harry wanted her to move in. But even he recognized that was kind of a ‘what the fuck’ thought and way too soon. He just really enjoyed her staying here, being with him, not separating at night. Waking up to her in his bed. Finding her in his kitchen on her laptop when he got home. She had always kind of had a drawer here, but now her clothes- as much as it drove him a bit mad- mixed with his in the drawers. He didn’t feel like splitting the laundry. It was comfortable and it filled his chest with flutters. The good kind.

“I was thinkin’ more like going out to buy some pretty lingerie for you to wear for me. But I suppose I could pay your rent. Just out of spite. Can’t believe you said that.” He muttered, happy when she turned back to lay on top of him. Her open affection without her pushing him off if her anymore was a welcome change. He didn’t feel any sort of hesitancy anymore, wrapping his arm around her waist while the other toyed with the ends of her hair.

“Fine. Both. If you want to talk like a big shot, I want it Venmo’d to me later. But if you’re gonna do that, I’m gonna have to at least suck you off.” A playful glint hit her voice, fingers tangling in his necklace and feeling the cold metal wrap around her skin. She. Had gotten him the phallus banana as a joke but he wore it every day with an almost concerning amount of pride. “Haven’t gotten to do that nearly as much as it should be considering we’ve been doin’ all this stuff.”

Harry swallowed the slight tension in his throat as he listened to her words drop to a whisper. Y/N had opened up to him in a completely different way than he had expected since they’d begun to fool around. It was like she was finally letting the more vulnerable parts of her show, even if just for a few seconds at a time. She was still a cute little bully, still called him out on his shit and his bad jokes but… the new softness she granted him had made his emotions a bit more raw. He’d already liked her, loved her, even, before they’d touched in any way besides their drunken make out sessions. Now? The thumping in his chest had intensified. Bigger fleets of butterflies invaded his stomach. Y/N had made him feel things he never had before, ad cliche as it sounded.

“Well, I’ve no complaints. I do think i could go with a a few more blowies, but I like this too.” He mumbled, pad of his finger brushinge tresses from her cheeks that had fallen in her turn over. “Just letting you be a softie and not getting bitten too much.” The bliss of having her lay in his arms was something that he didn’t take for granted for a single second. He loved it. Their dynamic shifting had made him significantly happier. “I like your mouth regardless. Even though you’re a bit of a bully when you aren’t lettin’ me kiss on you.”

Y/N shyly. smiled, leaning her chin on his chest as she looked up at him. “I only bully you when you deserve it. You’re a menace, especially when you get all smug. It’s only hot when you’re touching me and we’re doing dirty shit. Other than that, it makes me want to smack the dimples off your stupidly cute cheeks.”

Yes, it was a bit of an insulting tease but he couldn’t help the light it brought up to his chest, the festering warmth motioning him to pull her up to his mouth and capture the sweet tasting lips for his own. Y/N had been caught slightly off guard with how tenderly he treated her lately, especially with how he had seemed so overjoyed to do it. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been clingy and soft in the past, it was just… a lot more now. A lot of stuff that he hadn’t done before. Holding her hand closer to his mouth and kissing each knuckle, stroking imaginary hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Even stroking over her eyebrows as they cuddled which felt strangely more intimate than anything else. He didn’t ever seem to tire of looking at her.

It was living in a state of delusion, perhaps, but it felt so real. So real it almost hurt to think of it as anything but.

“Cute cheeks, hm? A compliment? You’ve been awfully generous with the compliments lately, little angel girl.” He crooned, tapping his finger against her nose. “I like it. Keep ‘em coming. Cause I can return the compliments all day long. I love your eyes. Could look into ‘em forever, really. Prettiest girl in the world. Not even just saying that.” He shrugged. “Always thought that but you used to punch me in the chest for saying your hair clips looked cute. So.” The man’s tongue pointed out at her, making her give him a look.

“Shut up.” Again, she felt a bit itchy under his scrutiny, his compliment. It made it feel even more serious. Not that she didn’t want it, but she felt a little antsy when the idea of it came about, because how did they transition to that? Would she ever have the balls to say anything about it?

“Nope.” His lips popped around the P, sitting up with her on top of him and adjusting so she was sat on his lap, arm wrapped around her waist to keep her stationary as he moved. “You’re beautiful.” Fingers of his free hand stroked down the side of her neck. “So beautiful. Especially in my clothes. I think you’ve been doing it on purpose.” Her eyes were shy when he complimented her like this, dropping to his chest. Harry’s never left her. He could notice all the subtle changes. Any twitch of the lips, the swallow in her throat. He knew her inside and out. “No one compares to you. Mean it.” He lightened his tone but there was the weight of what those words could mean. “Y’know… I know you say aren’t fond of me being my sweet self to you, but you are. You love when I’m soft with you. You’ll never admit it to me, but it’s true.” His lips delicately pressed to her cheek, exhaling through his nose.

Y/N didn’t like how well he knew her. Well- she hadn’t. Now? Now… that glittery, plushy, bubblegum pink feeling in her chest when he littered her with compliments and kisses had her clinging on and craving more. Allowing him to do these things because Harry meant them. He wouldn’t lie to her. Never. Not about things like this. He had taken the lead on being more domestic and sweet but she hadn’t felt even the slightest bit of resistance to it. She decided to be quiet, grumbling as she sagged into him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders while she felt him chuckle under him. Her face tucked into his neck, hesitantly placing three kisses to the hot skin while she tried to navigate these feelings.

Harry’s smile was soft. Holding her to him, hand splaying across her back and rubbing over the jumper as she cuddled him. “I like when you’re my sweet girl. Makes me so happy.” He let the words out quietly, turning his head slightly to rub his nose against her hair. “Not trying to tease you. I really like when you’re soft and let me be nice to you. I enjoy your bullying… but this?” He laughed. “This is my favorite.”

Y/N couldn’t help it. She wasn’t good with words the way he was, so she decided to answer with her body. Pulling from her neck with a soft sound she couldn’t quite place where it came from, she slotted their lips together lazily and kissed him. Soft. So, so, soft and delicate. A simple lip lock in appreciation for his kind words. The only person this type of vulnerability felt okay with. That she was warming up to. That tough shell Harry had managed to crack and pick away the hard exterior for. He had picked her apart piece by piece in a way that hadn’t felt too bad. After a while, she had begun to find comfort in revealing new things to him.

It was just a scary revelation. Being in love with your best friend.

“Dork.” She resorted to a soft insult but the smile against his lips made him return it. She didn’t know how to express it verbally yet, and he was okay with it. “Irritates me cause… now I really want to suck you off.”

“Think I want to be close to you right now.” Harry loved her mouth but… he simply wanted her. He wanted to be inside of her and feel her as close as humanly possible. “Can I have you? Nothing too crazy yet. Just…” he sighed. “Want to be close.”

Y/N couldn’t say no. How could she when she wanted the same exact thing?

It didn’t take too long. Being wet had aided in her preparation, Harry slipping inside of her and letting himself feel the stretch. The condom that had been placed conveniently in the coffee table drawer did little to hide the way she was clenching around him, slowly letting her fall down further on his length as she sat on his lap.

“There she is. That’s my girl.” His words were gentle, the arm around her firm as he looked into her eyes. “Take your time. Feels so good already.” The praise naturally fell from his lips to her. Y/N whimpered at the feeling of him filling her, her body adjusting to him, but it was a delicious feeling. Her nails slightly dug into his shoulders as she exhaled a moan, falling down as much as she could before she began to grind her hips a little bit.

Harry groaned along with her, fingers flexing on her hip as he encouraged her slow movement. “Just like that. Fit me perfectly, don’t you?” He kept his forehead against hers, wanting to keep that closeness. His sweats around his ankles, shirt on the floor and his hand on her now bare torso, this was intimate. There was no rush. Simply enjoying each other. “Like you were made t’be filled with me. Such a perfect girl.”

This wasn’t best-friends-with-benefits type of talk and they both knew it; but neither were ready to admit it quite yet.

Y/N never felt this comfortable with any of her partners. Harry was attentive. He knew her body. The way he fit inside of her filled every inch she had, brushed against the most sensitive spots and made each rock on top of him shot hot sparks of pleasure down her spine. Soft moans left her mouth as she continued the movements, enjoying every second.

“Feels perfect.” She whispered. This was a bit different than their other times. Not as filthy… not as deprived. It was intimate. Soft. Needy in a completely different way. Y/N was sure she would overthink what it meant later but right now, she felt cherished. Adored. This was so wring she wanted to bask in. “Harry-“ the gasp left her lips as he shifted slightly, the angle changing just enough that he was pressed against the spot that had her shaking a little.

“I know, baby. I know.” He soothed, his own breathing rougher as he held the back of her neck, bringing their lips together for a messy kiss. She was tight around him, Harry lifting his hips a bit as she rocked to get as deep as he could and enjoy her motions. Y/N was the best he had ever had and probably ever will. He wanted to keep her. “You feel so good around me. Could stay inside of you forever.” His nose brushed over hers. They could both feel the change. It had been brewing for a while, but right now it was getting to be a lot. Getting to be so much that neither could ignore it- though Harry wasn’t trying to for his sake.

“Stay.” She swallowed the word with a kiss, letting it reverb off his lips. “Stay, stay in me forever.”

Harry couldn’t help take it. Flipping them over so he was on top, gently laying her on the couch and making sure she was cushioned, he began to thrust inside of her. Slow, deep, feeling her cunt flutter around him as she gasped wetly into the air. Her hands clung to him, one buried inside of his hair and the other digging into his back, leg wrapping around his waist to pull him in.

Close. She wanted closer. “Oh my god- oh my god.” She gasped, feeling him deeper than she had before. The angle was perfect, the one lifted leg allowing him to slot right in. “There, there- H, baby-“ she let out a whine as he covered her mouth with his, snapping his his particularly hard and staying still for a moment.

“Baby- angel, please.” He pleaded. “Gonna make me cum when y’sound like that. Feels so fucking good, you keep clenching… trying to milk my fucking cock.” He grunted, almost frustrated. It felt too good like this, her body was trying to take it. “Want to go bare one day. I want it.” He nuzzled against her, the hand returned under her neck and pulled her head up so he could kiss down her neck.

“Want to be the only one you have. Haven’t wanted anyone else… just want to be bare and feel you around me. Want you to be mine.” The words slurred against her skin, Y/N whining with each thrust. The statement aroused her and soothed at the same time, her head nodding frantically.

“Yes- yes, yes, next time. Please- next time, bare. Want to be the only one. You are. Only one I want inside me like this. Harry- please.” She pleaded with him. “Please, please, want you to cum inside me and I want-“ she hiccuped, his speed increasing and the power of his thrusts making her feel so good that her mind was a bit scrambled. “Want to feel you dripping out of me and I want… want you to own it. Want to remember it when I go out or when we go with our friends.” It was what she had been thinking finally dug out by the sheer connection and pleasure. Harry had a knack for getting her to admit things.

“Fuck baby you can’t-“ his sharp inhale was felt against her lips, his hips stuttering as his thrusts got sloppier. “Can’t tell me that. I’ll do it. I’ll fill you, I’ll have you. I’ll be the only one bare inside you, fuck- I’m gonna cum.”’he warned. Usually he lasted far longer, and honestly would probably be a bit embarrassed at how quickly he came this time but… the things she was saying. It struck a white hot nerve in his mind that had his cock throbbing inside of her, ready and eager to give her exactly what she asked for.

“Harder. Go a bit harder and I’ll-“ Y/N didn’t even have to finish her sentence. Pulling her leg up more, he went for it. The timed thrusts, her hand going between her legs and rubbing frantically at her swollen clit, the sheer energy in the room having these confessions had her near the edge. The sound of their skin and his grunts, her whimpers bounced off the walls, the TV long forgotten as they chased their orgasms.

Harry was first. He hadn’t meant to, but looking right into her eyes and seeing the pleasure all over her face, feeling her cunt at the brink of her own release had him spilling into the condom. Imagining it next time. No barrier. Painting her cunt with his cum, making a mess. Letting it slip down her thighs and know that she would feel it- it was too much for him. A deep, guttural groan left his mouth as he unloaded inside of the condom, face pulled up in sheer bliss as Y/N followed.

She shook, clawing at his back with a soft wail of his name as she felt the final slam inside of her, fingers rubbing over her slippery clit as the electricity of their gazes only spurred her over the edge. His beautiful face, his noises, him being the one inside of her. It was everything. Swirls of color behind her eyes as she felt him collapse inside of her neck again, a weak groan of her name solidified it.

This was everything. He was far more than a best friend. This wasn’t just sex.

This was love.

When would they confront it?

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crown-and-stallion · 2 years

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oohhh. Please feel free to elaborate on wildlife and cheronbyl.

So basically in the years following the reactor meltdown, the Chernobyl exclusion zone has become an unexpected haven for wildlife. There are now a lot of animals there: deer and foxes and the like, but also a lot of species that are really rare in other parts of Europe, like European bison. There are actually so many boar and wolves that they've started to spread into nearby areas.

A pair of Wolves. Note the houses behind them.

Wisent, or European bison. They're threatened or endangered in many areas.

There are quire a few dogs and cats still in the area, from pets who unfortunately got left behind. Dogs of Chernobyl is an offshoot of the organization Clean Futures Fund, which has been doing a lot to care for the animals, providing food and medication, and to my knowledge a few of the animals have been able to be adopted.

Thats' the reactor sarcophagus right behind him.

My favorite part is the fact that the Chernobyl exclusion zone is home to the only population of Przewalski's horses outside of Mongolia and China. They were introduced by a wildlife reserve in the late 90's in the hopes of improving biodiversity in the area. Przewalskis horses are the last truly wild horses (horses that have never been domesticated by humans) and they were extinct in the wild for most of the 20th century.

House for Horses

They've adapted pretty well to the zone, and they've even been seen using abandoned buildings as shelter!

As far as science goes, there's been some research into the ecology of the zone (a lot of it has been lost or put on hold now, due to the war). There's so much that we don't know about how the radiation effects the animals generation to generation, and how long term radiation exposure effects ecosystems as a whole. The radiation seems to be less of a danger than one might think, but there's a lot we don't fully understand.

As somebody who is studying conservation medicine in graduate school, this is something that really inspires me, and I would love to be involved with this kind of research and rewinding someday.

I tried to keep it short lol. Here's some good links if you'd like to read more. I can link scientific papers if anybody is interested too.

I'd also recommend following chornobyl_reserve on instagram: it's the official account of the Chernobyl Radiation and Ecological Biosphere Reserve, the reserve area of the zone. It's all in Ukrainian but they have stunning photos illustrating the diversity of the area.

And finally: right now, the animals and people in Chernobyl are in danger. If you're in a place to donate or provide assistance, this page has resources where you can help a number of reserves, protected areas and zoos during the war.

#the stag speaks #chernobyl #wolves #european bison #przewalskis horses #takhi #wisent #dogs #awesome animals #asks #teacat12

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years

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hello I saw this and i was reminded of my humans are weird/ humans are space orcs/ earth is a death world/ earth is australia phase here on tumblr, so since humans can to some degree mimic certain sounds how would some of the twist guys react to mc mimicking their non-verbal language, like for example since crewel's a weredalmatian, yuu can replicate his barks and growls, not knowing that half of what crewel was saying are swear words

As someone who has a habit of mimicking animal and non-animal sounds, I felt this in my soul. 😂

Before we get into that though, I gotta say that I adore the “humans are weird/humans are space orcs/etc” trope! :D In fact, that was part of the inspiration for the posts on Cater’s “Humans are Weird” Magicam account!

Okay, okay, now that that’s out of the way, let’s get on with the fun stuff~! ÒwÓ For funsies, let’s have them react to Yuu and mini!Yuu being the little human mimics they are. >w< Keep in mind that this is just a suggestion—you guys can also come up with your own scenarios for such a situation! 0v0

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Yuu:

The discovery happened during PE class, and there happened to be a joint class between the grades. Given the fact that they were surrounded by an almost literal zoo of monsters for students, Yuu was hearing a lot of animalistic sounds coming from their fellow classmates. While unnerving to hear the more dangerous ones being so close to them, Yuu couldn’t help but focus on each sound: the inflections, the duration, the pitch…all of it. They could feel the urge to try and replicate them rising—to see if they could do it.

When they heard one particular growl that ended with a bark from a passing student that looked their way—however—they couldn’t help but repeat the sound back. It wasn’t as deep, but they’d managed to get the length and inflection right!

“What the fuck-?!”

Apparently a little too well, as the outburst had drawn the attention of everyone. Had Yuu known what some of them had been saying the whole time?! Were they planning on blackmailing them?! It took Coach Vargas asking Yuu to explain what happened before it sank in that no, they couldn’t understand the sounds they heard—but they could mimic them well enough!

The rest of the day was spent with the first years testing Yuu to see how many sounds they could make, ranging from growls and hisses to chirps and squawks or barks and meows. It wasn’t until one particular class with Professor Trein that they made a high-pitched ‘meh!’ sound like a kitten that Lucius came running, the matagot yowling and swatting at the student who just so happened to be near Yuu (‘F’ in chat for Ace’s hand). After that incident, Yuu was enrolled in the Animal Linguistics class to not only help them understand everything, but to test and improve their mimicry skills.

Needless to say, the researchers had a field day studying this behavior and testing out human vocal ranges. If Yuu just so happens to know how to use their false vocal cords to create the overtone effect, this will open up so many research opportunities!

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Mini!Yuu:

The class was full of busy students working on their potions, Crewel monitoring them with a stern look while occasionally glancing over at the playpen set up in the corner close to his desk. Inside the pen, little Yuu was happily playing with the variety of toys and coloring books the staff gave them. Anyone watching would notice how Yuu was putting stuff in a bucket, their face one of pure concentration as they looked between the students closest to them and their ‘ingredients’. When a puff of colored smoke erupted from someone’s cauldron, their little hands wiggled over the bucket—as though performing a spell—before throwing their arms with a chirp of, “Poof!”

More than one student uttered a quiet “Aw!” in response.

“Alright, pups. Take the laurel berries and mix five grams of dusk-weed,” Crewel instructed. “Next, you will-”

While he spoke, Yuu was watching intently as the students closest to them were adding the ingredients to the mixture. One of the students—a canine-like monster—accidentally bumped his elbow against the edge and let out a yelp of pain. Almost immediately his partner and the professor were there checking on him, Yuu tilting their head in thought. They were having fun, yes, but…it was lonely playing by themselves. But if the teacher and the student’s friend came when he made that sound…what if they tried?

“You’ll be fine,” Crewel uttered in annoyance over a minor bump though relieved it wasn’t a burn. “Next time, don’t-”

“Yip!”

Multiple heads turned at the sound of distress, Crewel immediately bolting over to the pen and leaning over to examine the toddler. When he didn’t see any sign of injury or distress, he knelt down and asked, “What is it, pup? Are you hurt?”

“I wanna play too!” Yuu chirped, a wide smile on their face as they bounced on their feet. “Yip! Yip!”

Ears twitching, Crewel said, “Puppy…that sound is meant for when you’re hurt, not for when you want to play. I thought you were hurt!” At that Yuu looked confused and lowered their head from the scolding. “…the next time you wish to ask someone to play with you, this is the sound you make.” He made a warbling growl-like bark sound, Yuu perking up and listening intently before repeating the sound back. “Good puppy!”

“Play time?” they asked excitedly.

“Class is almost over. If you can be a good little puppy and wait just a little longer, we’ll find a game to play together.”

“Okay!”

It was after class was over and Yuu was put down for a nap that Crewel was able to mark down this latest development. Nearby were a few students who were sitting at their desks writing letters, nervously glancing over at the sleeping toddler and quickly turning back to their papers when Crewel shot them a withering look. Satisfied, he finished writing his notes:

It has been discovered that Yuu has the ability to copy the sounds that they hear from the other students. Does not appear to understand what they mean unless told, and may begin to use them to gain attention. Will have to test and see the extent of this ability. However…

Severe punishment will be given to ensure students do not verbally or non-verbally communicate curses and insults around Yuu…again.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #divus crewel #ashton vargas #twst divus #twst vargas #twisted wonderland Yuu #twisted wonderland mini!Yuu

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undinegeist · 1 year

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Idk about this, I usually write this sort of chat stuff for the Avengers, but ignoring the fact that there were no phones then I figured I’d do a Sex Pistols version…I might write more like this later, if it feels right. I’m trying to come up with something longform but the well’s kind of dry lately.

Hope you like it anyway.

Vivienne: MALC! I DON’T SEE THEM!

Steve: You’re not supposed to see us, we’re wearing our invisibility cloaks

Johnny: Speak for yourself, I’m just minding my own business

Malcolm: Need I remind you all we have a gig in three hours?

Sid: Where is it again?

Chrissie: At Hyde. Is that what I’m here for?

Malcolm: Yes, Chrissie, you are a walking calendar and we love you.

Chrissie: I don’t love you.

Sid: You will 💦

Chrissie: Nice try 🙄

Nick: She’s my girlfriend

Sid: No she’s not

Chrissie: He’s right, I’m not

Chrissie: The sex is good though, when you can get it up

Steve: She just did a number on you, Nick

Nick: Like I did a number on you, ‘cause you can’t play for shit?!

Nancy: What’s going on here, I can hear you all screaming all the way across the zoo!

Sid: You aren’t all the way across the zoo, Nancy, I can see you talking to the penguins…

Nancy: Yes, well, the New York penguins aren’t very nice…they spit at you.

Chrissie: I don’t think penguins can spit…

Nancy: Well, those can! I’m telling you they spat up my hair…

Sid: With their spit?

Johnny: I think Nancy’s mixing up that other time we went to the zoo and the donkey sneezed in her face…

Nancy: That was traumatic too, I had to sleep for three days!

Sid: More like three hours, but that’s alright.

Malcolm: Why are we still here?

Nancy: I haven’t seen the butterflies yet!

Malcolm: You’ve been here three times in the last few weeks…

Johnny: Don’t get your knickers in a twist, I’ll take her.

Vivienne: Has anyone noticed Y/N is suspiciously silent?

Steve: Last I saw we were at the lion enclosure, said she was going to check if there were any baby snakes since last time we were here…

Malcolm: That was a week ago

Steve: You try telling Y/N that, you’ll have your head bitten off

Malcolm: Am I really the only one concerned about our concert?

Sid: Concerned concert

Sid: Ha ha ha

Malcolm: Yes, you’re awfully witty

Sid: Indeed I am

Malcolm: Now will you please use said wits to find Y/N before we’re late again?

Sid: Alright, yeah

Sid: But you’ll owe me

Malcolm: I’ll pay you in candy and clothes, how does that sound?

Sid: Perfect

Vivienne: Not my clothes, you’re not!

Malcolm: Hush Viv, I’m making a deal with the devil

Johnny: Are you now? 😈

Johnny: Did you hear that, Sid? Apparently you’re the devil now.

Sid: Am I?

Sid: Somebody forgot to tell me

Johnny: You do know what that means, though, right?

Sid: We don’t have to show tonight or any night and should absolutely hitchhike someplace no one will find us

Johnny: That’s right

Johnny: I’ll fetch Chrissy and Nancy

Sid: I’ve got Steve and Y/N, they were in the bathroom trying to get coins out of the machines…maybe Steve can use them to call Jordan and let her in on the plan.

Johnny: Alright, so ahead we go! Don’t forget the way!

Malcolm: VIV! STOP THEM!

Vivienne: Me? You’re the manager, manage them.

Malcolm: THATS CRUEL AND UNHELPFUL, the GIG’s BEEN SET FOR WEEKS!

Vivienne: No one told you to let Steve bring them to the zoo on gig day, Malc. As far as I’m concerned, this is entirely your doing.

Malcolm: WICKED VIV! I LOVE YOU!

Vivienne: Yes, and that’s precisely why. I’ll call down to Hyde and tell them the Pistols are indisposed.

Malcolm: THANK YOU

Vivienne: You are welcome.

Steve: Tell them too we’ll be gone at least a week. The dinosaurs have missed me.

Johnny: He means we’ll be somewhere in the Jurassic Coast, though don’t tell them that

Sid: If someone tails us, I’ll kill them

Sid: I’ve got my chains

Sid: Nancy’s got her truncheons, don’t you, Nance?

Nancy: Oh yes, I’ve been dying to use them

Nancy: I got Y/N some too

Nancy: Though she’s busy right now on account of the shrooms we picked

Nancy: Mine haven’t kicked in yet

Johnny: They will, don’t you worry

Steve: Yeah…

Malcolm: See you in a week, behave yourselves somewhat please

Steve: Two weeks, but alright

Malcolm:

Malcolm: I think I should quit

Vivienne: You’d never.

Malcolm: True

Malcolm: But I should

Vivienne: You know what they say about should.

Malcolm: That it’s never done?

Vivienne: Nor should it be.

Malcolm: I really do sort of love you.

Vivienne: Thank you.

Malcolm: You don’t love me?

Vivienne: Only sometimes

Malcolm:

Malcolm: I guess that’s better than no.

Vivienne: It is, now shoo. I’m trying to talk to the lions.

Malcolm:

Malcolm: This is all very strange

Steve: Go home

Malcolm: Alright.

Vivienne: I wonder do they realize they’ve told us where they’ll be…

Malcolm: Shhh…that’s a secret.

Vivienne: 🙄🙄🙄

#sex pistols x reader #sid vicious x reader #sid vicious #sex pistols #johnny rotten x reader #johnny rotten #nancy spungen x reader #nancy spungen #sid vicious x nancy spungen #malcolm mclaren #vivienne westwood #chrissie hynde #steve jones #pistol x reader #nick kent

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randomperson339 · 7 months

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Monkeys

(Xernalia: alien. Thomas: human husband. Both currently looking through a zoo.)

Xernalia: Hey look Thomas, it's your mother!

Thomas: wha- hey! My mom's not some monkey-

Xernalia: sign says orangutan

Thomas: okay, orangutan. Now I think giving you access to the internet was a mistake.

Xernalia: nah, it's not a mistake, just comes with some downsides. Mainly, I'm able to tease you even more now!

Thomas: yeah, it's a total mistake.

Xernalia: not half of a mistake the orangutan is.

Thomas: how would you know?

Xernalia: I mean, they're close to your species, but don't have any of the intelligence yours does. I mean, would your species be content to just... stay in a cage for their entire lives?

Thomas: ...I think it's more complicated than just saying an entire species would be fine with being trapped or not. People are more complicated than that.

Xernalia: yeah, but like. What would a majority be content?

Thomas: good question! I mean, the staff aren't just throwing them into an enclosure, they are trying to take into account their needs. I'm pretty sure if whatever managers tried to meet human needs, If they were treated just as orangutans, there probably would be some more rebellion.

Xernalia: So, the more a human is considered the less likely they're going to rebel?

Thomas: ... generally? I think that applies to any species,

Xernalia: what do you mean?

Thomas: the orangutans don't escape too often because they're also considered. Same with almost every animal here, they're considered and they don't try to escape too often.

Xernalia: now could society be considered a cage itself?

Thomas: what? No, society isn't a cage, obviously.

Xernalia: ...do you seriously believe that? There's no similarities between them?

Thomas: ... yeah, there's similarities. And the principle we just discussed does kinda apply, however there's a difference between elected officials and managers at a zoo. Mainly, a there's no species and communication barrier.

Xernalia: and your officials don't see themselves as mere zookeepers?

Thomas: no, ya'see I think the oligarchs think that way.

Xernalia: but aren't the officials ones with power?

Thomas: yes, but most of them are ultimately bound to the vote. Except in other countries, but most first-world countries are "democratic" on paper. So they have to, on some level, view us as someone with legitimate power over them. Oligarchs on the other hand, don't need to see the working class as anything other than their workers. In fact, under capitalism, it's encouraged to think about them as just workers.

Xernalia: So, they're really considerate about what the workers could possibly need so that the workers don't leave their job?

Thomas: no, quite the opposite in fact. They're very inconsiderate, and actively try to stomp on the workers whenever the get the chance.

Xernalia: ...why the fuck would anyone do that?

Thomas: because they need more profits.

Xernalia: but that literally makes them worse than the zookeepers! They're treating you worse than animals!

Thomas: well... not me, because I have you to support me.

Xernalia: you're right, the oligarchs are wrong in treating other people that way. It's stupid, and they should stop. People treat animals better than they treat their fellow people, and that shouldn't happen.

Thomas: that's right, but I doubt it's happening anytime soon

#writing #short fiction #creative writing #alien x human #anti capitalism #speculative fiction #writeblr #xernaliaposting #capitalism #capitalist dystopia #animals

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memryse · 2 years

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Them trying to appeal to mcytwtt that way isssss interesting since last time i saw mcytwtt they both hated mcytblr and were kind of consistently shitty to eret

i can confirm this is true. maybe not so much about the hating mcytblr part, a lot of them just straight up don’t know tumblr is still a website at all. they find us funny sometimes. i think they see us as zoo animals of sorts.

but their treatment of eret is consistently vile, yes. back when i joined the dsmp fandom in early 2021 eret was on a lot of people’s dni lists for a couple uneducated remarks they made on.. arguably rather niche queer topics. i mean “uneducated” in the literal sense that they didn’t understand, and because obviously as a queer person eret must understand all aspects of queerness instantly and never ever ever slip up or not know something, this was unforgivable. this died down towards the end of the year, but to this day i still see people being gross whenever they post a pic of themselves. disgusting amounts of what is, ultimately, just straight up queerphobia and body shaming, especially when the pics are of them expressing their queerness in some way (wearing a dress, breast forms etc)

their marketing directly on twitter is incredibly transparent “we don’t know what any of this is but come to our website for more of it” sort of tactics, like the most generic responses to popular mcyt posts. twitter users unfortunately eat this right up though, so i don’t expect that they’ve done enough research into the mcyttwt demographic to know any of the intricacies of it all, because they really don’t need to. most twitter users aren’t going to join tumblr, but they WILL engage with the tumblr account because “BRAND KNOWS MCYT?!?!?!?!?”, which is still good marketing. from the perspective of literally anyone who isn’t a young mcyttwt user though it all comes across as very obviously out of touch LMAO so. yeah it’s very obvious that they barely know anything about eret at all, let alone twitter’s relationship with them. you can tell that from the interview alone, the phrase “you got a lore episode” instead of “you did a lore stream” said it all tbh 😭😭 (and the fact that in talking about this lore stream, the tumblr lady just made vague references to fanart and positive responses, very much keeping it on topic of tumblr engagement. which is what the podcast is about yes but also definitely shows that she doesn’t understand what she sees in the mcyt tags)

i guess with this podcast they’re trying to appeal more to existing mcytblr users than mcyttwt tho but still… not a fan of a cc being turned into socmed advertisement. no hate to eret for taking the opportunity, it’s gotta be cool from their pov, but hm

#ask #recent MC Tournament things made me delete twitter today #we’ll see if it sticks #discourse #<- sorta

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B G for the fanfic asks

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Yes, but only in highly abstracted ways. I do have some WIPs that are more direct, but in terms of finished, published work...

Chianti, as I mention in the author's note, was inspired by me carrying a bottle of chianti into the house and walking across a very slippery, icy driveway. I had the thought "what if I slipped?" though I didn't in real life. In a separate experience, I held a flashlight for an acquaintance who was cleaning up broken glass from a dropped bottle of beer in a parking lot in the dark.

I got this incredibly kind comment on The Emergency Room wondering if I'd drawn on personal experience for the ER part... I did draw on the last time I was in an ER, when I was 15 and got an earring back stuck in my piercing. The conversation about what blood thinners he's still taking also came from me remembering my time taking aspirin and wanting to account for that being an issue.

Some of the banter between Josh and his mom in The Apple is lifted from conversations my family has had.

Hawkeye's concern with keeping the skull from touching the ground in the play's the thing came from a rule we had about biofacts at the zoo when I volunteered. Biofacts are all parts of real animals that died from natural causes--pelts, feet, skulls, etc.--and we handle them a particular way not only to preserve them physically but to show respect for the fact that they were once alive. I thought Hawkeye might feel similarly about a human skull.

Pretty much all Maine references draw from my experiences in Maine in one way or another.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I primarily write from start to finish. I find it easier to maintain a flow this way. Plus, I use the scenes that come easily or that I'm excited about as anchors, so I don't want to write them all at the beginning. I will go out of order occasionally, if I'm worried about forgetting a scene, or if I need to know exactly how something later goes, or for some other reason. But it's in order with a few exceptions.

#thank you!!

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deldeldel90 · 2 years

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Gwen placed her head on the desk, cradled by her hands, watching as Saffron and Thermidora argued about the legality of adopting every cat on earth.

"It'd be morally wrong," Thermidora kept herself dignified, akin to an empress regarding an unruly subject. It made sense, as she was the student council president.

"But they're adorable!" Saffron stood up, his chair nearly falling in his sudden movement but, luckily, he caught it time. "And they need homes."

"But what about all the other people who love cats?"

"Oh, come on… I could make a zoo!"

"A zoo?" Thermidora's nose wrinkled in green bafflement. "That's so-"

Abbi leaned back in her chair - the one that was next to Gwen, a mischievous glint in her eyes - "dogs are better."

("WHAT?!" Both of the previously disputing parties said in unison.)

And that launched an entirely different argument. 'Really,' Gwen thought, trying to keep herself from laughing, 'they should all join the debate club.'

(If you wanted to know her opinion, she thought both dogs and cats were equal, and cared for both species deeply. She liked seeing them whenever she helped Maria out in her volunteer work at the shelter.)

All noise had ended the second the door creaked. It was like everybody stopped breathing in perfect sync.

Truth be told, the 'Cursed Princess Club' was not an official club In fact, if they were caught, they'd all get in big, big, BIG trouble.

And Gwen's record - which was squeaky clean, thank you very much - couldn't take that. Gwen wanted to make her mother proud - be the most perfect daughter.

It was all she could do, seeing how it was her fault she had died.

"Relax," Prez said calmly. "It's just me."

"Why didn't you do your special knock?!" Saffron's eyes were wide, "I thought we were done for-"

"Saff-ronnie," Abbi gave him a cheeky grin, "listen to your grandma when I tell you this: nobody comes into these old, abandoned classrooms, even if their life depended on it."

"First off, I'm literally three years older than you." He said in a deadpan voice, before it turned more lively- filled with passion, "and you don't know. It could happen. You know how my luck is, Abbi."

Abbi made a face, hand over her heart as if it were breaking at his words.

"Well, that's no way to talk to your-"

Prez cleared her throat loudly, and the other members in the room looked at her with their full attention.

"The reason I called up this meeting," she started, "is because I won't be here for … two weeks. As you all know, this happens every month, and I know what you're thinking-"

"Why were you late to your own meeting?"

"Abbi!" Prez glared for a few more seconds, before she continued, "-Prez, why do you have to leave? Well, that, I cannot tell you. I guess I can give you all one thing: Unfinished Business."

Gwen bit his lip lightly - a habit she had whenever she got upset, as she raised her hand meekly.

"Yes, Gwen?" Prez's expression turned gentle when she called on her.

"Who'll be in charge?"

"Well, Jollie is the most responsible we've got, so I'd say her-"

The sentence was occupied by offended gasps, a bashfully happy Jollie, and a proud Nell.

"Okay," Saffron put his hands on his hips, as he spoke, "now that that's over… Hamilton, anyone?"

"I'll set up the projector!" Jollie grinned, and Saffron smiled at her - the projector was always the most tedious part.

"You guys can you my Disney account," Aurelia offered, already getting up, "

"I- I can do the snacks. I have some left over from Baking club," Gwen quickly began to rummage in her backpack.

"-and I'll do the rest," Prez stated, and the somber mood was officially gone, it seemed.

Gwen felt the chill on her skin, but that faded when Abbi passed out blankets. It was so strange; this place was like a home away from home.

She drew her blanket nearer, as Saffron clicked play.

Then… the door slammed open, an exhausted, black-haired girl rushing in.

"Monika!" Gwen said without thinking, smiling widely, "you're here just in time!"

She felt a sense of relief when Monika smiled back- she had a pretty smile, even if it was a bit crooked at some areas, but that just made it more special.

'Truly,' she thought, as Monika sat next to her - sharing her blanket, 'what a time to be alive.'

#cursed princess club #cross posted on ao3 #cpc oneshot #just the club hanging out #cpc au

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sovereign-spaw · 5 months

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Thank you for the tag Fray @bg3!! I did my skrunklies for this one...

Name:

Fafern. It’s a name she and Odret came up with, and they've forgotten the name her parents had given them, but it’s alright with them, she much prefers Fafern.

Odret isn't quite sure where he got his name from, but just between you and I, when he was but a small wyrmling, he overheard a traveler say “Oh drat” and took a liking to the word and still goes by that name.

Nickname(s):

Fee or Faa both do, or maybe even Fee-fi-fo-fum

Odret has a few nicknames, though usually only Fafern calls him any of them. The Orchid is a title he was given while he still lived, and Fafern often calls him Den, occasionally she referring to him as ‘home’

Gender:

Fafern doesn’t really identify with anything in particular, to her gender is a potion being mixed in a pot. Is okay with she/they

As for Odret, I don’t know if dragons do gender the same way we do honestly. Uses he/him pronouns.

Star sign:

Fafern is a boar and Odret is wolf

Height:

Both are tall in their own right, Fafern is 6’2 and Odret is 7’9

Orientation:

Fafern is demisexual/romantic

Odret is pansexual/romantic

Nationality/Ethnicity:

Fafern grew up in a village in the forest in a little known spot in Faerun. They remember a calm river near her home, but that’s about all they can and want to remember of that place.

Odret on the other hand lived in the forest surrounding the village. He on the other hand remembers well how to get back to his home forest.

Favourite fruit:

Lemons. She fucking loves lemons. They can’t eat many in a row but she does love them.

Odret on the other hand likes grapes. Honestly, if he could, he’d eat nothing but grapes. He fuckin hates wine because he thinks its a waste of grapes

Favourite season:

Fafern loves winter, the snow, the cold, the snuggling, they love it all.

Odret likes autumn, it’s usually not too hot, not too cold, it rains often and while the mud is a little annoying, he enjoys the rain nonetheless. It’s also the harvest season which means there’s grapes galore-

Favourite flower:

Dude they love dandelions SO much. If you see her in a field of dandelions, watch out; you will get a flower crown.

Odret doesn’t really have a favorite, but if he had to choose he’d pick belladonna

Favourite scent:

Fafern really likes the scent of wood smoke.

Odret on the other hand likes pine smell.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate:

Fafern would pick hot chocolate and Odret would pick tea. Both hate coffee

Average hours of sleep:

Around 9. The whole “travel with a group” experience hasn’t been fun, considering they're pretty much nocturnal at this point

Odret doesn't sleep on the account of being a skeleton. When he did sleep he usually slept around 7-8 hours

Dog or cat person:

In all honestly Fafern likes bears the most.

Odret likes birds. They don't try to steal his bones.

Dream trip:

A barn. Not even joking, she just wants to pet the animals. Please take them to a zoo.

Odret wants to go to a small cabin by the waterfront. He really wants to go to a small cabin by the waterfront.

Favourite fictional character:

Whatever the Faerun’s equivalent of Winnie the Pooh is

Faerun’s Winnie the Pooh also.

Number of blankets they sleep with:

If she has more than 1 she will die.

When he lived he didn’t need any, as he slept in owlbear form, and now as he’s dead he doesn’t need any, but sleeps with one as Fafern keeps giving him one

Random fact:

They like to paint on fallen tree barks and rocks, and then leaves them behind for others to find, or gifts it to a friend.

One time he slept for a whole year. Wish that were me.

#ough my babies my children born to suffer. they would give up everything for one another. they would die for each other #they would live for each other they would refuse to let the other die they would defy the will of gods #they will always choose each other. they r besties #fafern #odret #ougf I could talk about them for hours

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An OPEN LETTER to … The Creators of Oglebayfest …

Dear Randy Worls, Bill Koegler, Doug Dalby, Dave Holloway, John Hargleroad, and Don Busey: It is difficult to determine an accurate account of the conversation that took place 47 years ago, but we are aware you all – Randy, Bill, Doug, Dave, John, and Don – represent the brain trust that brewed up the best way to celebrate Oglebay’s 50th anniversary back in 1978. And you called it “Oglebayfest.” What we do know for certain is the event is an annual “Thank You” to folks like us who live here in the valley and appreciate what a tremendous asset Oglebay Park is to Wheeling and every other community on both sides of the Ohio River. For many of us, the majority of our most special memories – the weddings and vow renewals, reunions and family picnics, and the holes-in-one, those slips on the slopes, the first dates, boos at the zoo, and those comfy cottage stays – were made on that Ohio County hilltop. Sometimes, unfortunately, the clouds of controversy allow us to forget what's most important, and that is, in our collective opinion, the fact we once again have this weekend to gather and celebrate our community at a place adored and envied by all who visit. That is why it is now our turn to offer thanks to you, but not only for the Phil Maxwell Artisan and Gourmet markets, the Hilltop Shop, the live and local music, the fireworks, the Ohio County Country Fair, and, of course, the Rathskeller, but also for our year-round sanctuary that is Oglebay. So, thank you. Sincerely, The Neighbors Read the full article

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boltonbritreads · 10 months

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kiiiiiiiinda feel like that post about the anon being sad about not feeling like joe’s type got taken too seriously and a little patronizing

what a way to receive my first message lol 🫠 the one time I decide to come out of my shell and say something….. but honestly you may be right that it could come off as patronising or talking down to the anon, I was personally concerned that adding onto the conversation might come off that way so, fair.

but I don’t think it was taken too seriously. I think there were two aspects of that ask that are important to talk about in fandom spaces and why they’re unhealthy or invasive [especially in the joe space] 1) comparing yourself to the people he *maybe* spends time with or his likes/dislikes he’s shared and feeling down about that comparison and 2) following or seeking out info about his private life (his spotify activity in this case). I couldn’t sleep so my essay on joe and fandom/celeb culture is below the cut for the no one who will read it

I think Joe’s experienced 0-100 overnight success and being pushed into the public’s awareness at a unique time with unique factors that = a particularly unhealthy and toxic case of people either not respecting actors/celebs private lives or thinking they shouldn’t have to bc any person who happens to become famous or well known just sacrifices all privacy and basic respect I guess? (looking at u, anyone who sends things to deuxmoi).

Joe is just a 20something guy who is attractive, talented, charming and knows how to be on for an audience and seems to treat his fans well. He also is a pretty private guy who tends to purposefully not share much about his personal life and those in it, which I think then causes some fans to either try and mine online accounts and profiles to fill in the gaps (his spotfiy or the sm accounts of his friends and family) or just speculate and theorise based off tiny nuggets of info and rumors and run wild.

I think there’s also a real peak right now of people getting a serotonin boost off of engagement or attention for things like sending photos and ~exclusive~ info on a celeb into deuxmoi and getting posted or whatever goes on over on tiktok. I could write a whole essay on why I think things like gossip instas took celeb culture to the next (toxic) level, but my tl;dr is social media and people having camera phones existed before gossip instas, but there wasn’t necessarily a platform that had millions of followers and just serves as a conduit essentially where you could send in that pic of a celeb sighting or a baseless rumor and they just post it without thought. I feel like it’s also normalised treating actors/musicians/etc like zoo animals we’re trying to catch an elusive photo of in the wild or trade private info or stories as little nuggets of social capital to another level. There’s a dehumanisation to it and a commodification of information and photos of real people to trade like pokemon cards

Basically I think the mix of joe seeming like just some guy 🧍🏻‍♂️ who only like a year ago was relatively unknown and just living his life = approachable, attainable, just like us. I’m not saying he isn’t those things but in reality we know nothing about the actual real guy and he kinda now exists in a world that isn’t really accessible unless you’re part of it. That doesn’t mean Joe (or any celeb) is better than anyone else, out of anyone’s league, too good for anyone etc. it’s just the reality that hollywood and celeb world are pretty members-only and it’ll feel like he and some of the new people he meets and befriends are all in this upper echelon of unattainable

I get where the anon was coming from and when I was younger I used to have a harder time cementing the fact that my celeb crushes are strangers to me and that what im having a crush on is a public persona. I unfortunately can remember very well how bummed and sad I got many moons ago when harry styles was rumoured to be dating kendall jenner and I figured harry would never date my very opposite of a model-self🙃

But I really think just separating off the characters and the actor™️ from the private person who’s occupation happens to be acting makes existing in a fandom space a much more healthy and enjoyable experience. I think you can still have fun with the content an actor™️, or whichever type of celeb, puts out intentionally and what they purposefully share with the public - press things, photoshoots, interviews, con experiences or glimpses into their personal life if they choose to share that. But just know when to leave the private life of the real person alone and respect the privacy of what they aren’t intending - or wanting - to share with the world and general public (including their time, @ people who track down celebs when they’re on vacation aka joe in italy)

#fandom things #joe quinn #thank u anon for giving me something to do at 4am when I couldn’t turn my mind off

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boricuacherry-blog · 2 years

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If Dan Reed had asked for your piece on Leaving Neverland, would you have given it?

That's a good question. [Pause] I don't know if it would be the right platform, or if it would serve the viewpoint that they're going for. It would have to be the right platform. I have a distrust of the media.

Why have you kept the fact that you had this friendship with Michael Jackson even from your close friends?

I have a very close circle of friends that I've been friends with for a very, very long time. Only a few people knew. Most people are unaware. It's not something I've flaunted.

It's not the embarrassment of those allegations. I've never been embarrassed to be friends with him. It's the ridicule I've received because of those allegations [in my personal life].

You posted an account for fans of MJ to follow you, since they kept trying to request you on your personal account. You always receive question whether you are the real Brett Barnes, but you never post photos of yourself and MJ

[Laughs] it's a privacy thing. I want to maintain my privacy.

You've never given an in depth interview of the kind we're doing today...you were a kid with Michael Jackson during his Bad tour.

Someone suggested we go to the airport to catch him on the plane, like many fans do. Mum gave the suggestion to write him a letter. I just said, 'hey its Brett. I'm a fan of yours, here's my phone number.'

....a few weeks later I get a phone call. My sister answered the phone and someone says, 'hi can I speak to Brett please.' I talked to him, but I was a bit shy, so I didn't really say much. I was five.

.....he just kept calling, weekly. He would even call my cousins, and my parents. Because I was so young, I don't know if it ever transferred that the person on the TV was the person I was speaking to. So from the very start, he was just like a regular person to me.

....he was waiting to finish the Dangerous album...I went to Neverland for the first time. Music is playing when you first get through the gates, classical music, the Disney soundtrack...we were in the library, which was a whole house in itself, books everywhere, massive chess table. His body was just pure muscle but there wasn't a lot of him. Frail isn't the right word, he was just skinnier than most people..but still larger than life to me, as a kid. Applehead...he said he was watching The Three Stooges with Mac, and i think it was Moe, who said to Curly, or to all of them, applehead..supposedly the name came from that.

December 1991, The flower clock and the big train station came later. There was only the little train station at the time. He had one elephant named Gypsy. The petting zoo and tigers came later.

The arcade games were the best, the game house. It was a house filled with arcade games, a 2 story building...a jukebox, a fridge filled with sodas, candy everywhere. We were staying in the guesthouses, because MJ was finishing the Dangerous album. The very first time we were at the ranch, we went to Toys R Us, and we filled up a couple carts. When we were in Vegas, he gave us money to go get candy.

I was missing too much school, that was my family's main concern. One of the tours we had a tutor though. During that first trip to Neverland, I stayed in MJ's room. It's not something I really remember the specifics of.

But it's hurtful to think people would think my parents would let something like that happen to me. That to me is very hurtful to think that would happen. They're my parents, they're not going to let anything happen to me. I would never let anything happen to my children..

Brett Barnes:...but it's never been the focus of my memories, because it's been such an insignificant part of it. Like who cares about sleeping? Do you remember all the times that you were sleeping? Do you remember your sleeping situations all those times? No, because it's not the focus of what you think of, memories you would want to keep...so insignificant, so insignificant, and that's what it boils down to...the friendship was so much more, so much more than that, than sleeping arrangements....😐

#mj #michael jackson #brett barnes #train station #neverland

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kechiwrites · 3 years

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katsuki, izuku, and shouto as types of doting dads

🌿 gender neutral!reader

🌿 sfw drabbles, lots of domestic fluff under the cut,

🌿 warning: bakugo swearing, of course

🌿 w.c: 1.2k (approx. 400 each)

🌿 a/n: thank u to my angel @mindninjax for naming katsu’s tiktok. sorry about the formatting, tumblr hates me.

katsuki

Bakugo’s kids are not spoiled, fuck you for even insinuating it.

Bakugo’s kids get what they need.

And what they need is a four tier bento box, every school day.

Insulated, of course, because “they aren’t fucking animals.”

And what starts as Bakugo just being a very attentive father, grows into you recording him coming home from his early morning run and grumbling while he puts on the frilly, lemon yellow apron your kids got him for Christmas two years ago, which grows into him carefully arranging a camera setup over your kitchen countertops, “because you’re the shittiest director alive, dumbass.” Which leads to the tiktok account dine-amight, where Bakugo uploads his intermediate-level character bentos, full to bursting with perfectly seasoned rice balls shaped like All Might and Hello Kitty, star and moon shaped fruits and veggies and occasionally, when your kids beg for them, Bakugo’s famous rainbow mini pancakes.

And of course a pro-hero with a reputation like Bakugo doing anything domestic is worth coverage and acclaim, blowing the account’s followers into the hundreds of thousands in a week.

In fact, people are shocked that Bakugo can even find the time. But he’d do anything for your kids, do anything to see them bring home empty bentos, bragging about all the kids drooling over their lunches that day. Anything to watch their missing tooth smiles when he asks how they were.

And if that means a couple of extra grocery trips at the end of the week and really early morning runs and gentle kisses on your forehead while you mutter and shift in your sleep before he starts the rice cooker, then so be it.

“Katsuki, they are not going to eat caviar. They do not need caviar.” Honestly, you were less surprised he was dropping it in the cart and more surprised your local supermarket even carried it in the first place.

“They’ll eat whatever the fuck I give them.” He bites, pushing the cart just shy of too fast through the aisle, head swivelling back and forth for god knows what else. An elderly woman casts your husband a dirty look as he just barely swings the metal buggy to avoid her, to which Katsuki helpfully spits “Keep it movin’, hag!”

“They’re 10!”

“Doesn’t mean they need to choke down dry ass chicken nuggets and grape juice all day.”

izuku

Birthday party dad, the absolute worst party dad. Thousands of dollars on his kids’ birthday parties. Princess parties, pirate parties, any theme your kids can gurgle about liking and Deku has pulled out his tablet and is putting a pinterest board together before you can remind him that the twins’ birthday was two months ago.

“We can get an early start on next year. What’ll you think it’ll cost to turn the pool into an ice rink?”

“My sanity.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

Gets almost ridiculously bitter when the family across the street throws an All Might themed party when he knows, he fucking knows, they overheard him talking about throwing one for the boys months ago, But he is not changing his plan. Naw naw naw, your kids are gonna get their All Might party, they’re getting the All Might Party. Every single attendee is getting a vintage, tin All Might lunchbox stuffed to bursting with All Might merch; toys, branded candy only released in Sweden, keychains, those little retro bubble charms, anything he can cram in there. The yellow, red and blue bouncy castle he rented rivals the size of your house. And then, because there is not a soul on the planet pettier than your husband, he forces every pro hero he’s ever known to get in costume and take photos with the kids. He makes the one with the twins your yearly christmas card, then hand delivers it to the family across the street.

In October.

You bake apology pies for weeks.

“You know this is ridiculous right? Deku, she’s 2” you stress the number, pinching the bridge of your nose. “She isn't going to remember any of this.”

“I'm not listening, I didn't hear that, I am busy putting little princesses on cupcakes, a task you said you would help me with.” He’s grinning when he turns to you, and when you hold out your hand, he places a piping bag full of baby pink frosting in your open palm.

Together you hunch over the kitchen island to ice and decorate twenty-four strawberry vanilla cupcakes, nudging and snickering at each other’s lopsided princess figures until the two of you are smearing icing on skin and tossing edible glitter into hair.

shouto

You know those “girl dads”? That’s Shouto. He takes her everywhere, takes pictures of everything that little girl does. School plays, holidays, playdates, you name it and there’s a dedicated, timestamped album that Shouto is begging to show every visitor, mailman and coworker.

He prints them out, and maintains an instagram account filled with his favourite daddy-daughter moments, updated. daily.

Nevermind that he hasn’t used his own personal account in 9 years.

His favourite thing is buying and wearing matching outfits, carrying her in one arm. “Yes, I know she can walk, she’s very talented, she can do anything. She just likes to be as tall as daddy is.”

Whenever he picks her up from school, your husband slides her sweet little coat on and gently secures her into her car seat, right where he can see her when he looks in the rearview mirror. Then, Shouto drives your daughter wherever she wants to go.

Wherever.

If it’s the zoo, they’re going, and they’re coming back with a gigantic, stuffed red panda to add to her own (not so little) plushie zoo at home. If it’s Starbucks, she comes toddling through the front door holding a VENTI, frozen hot chocolate frappuccino (no coffee, of course) and a brownie. Shouto asks them to make it special, he would never let her handle anything too hot.

“Shouto, stop. You’re gonna rot her teeth, she can’t even finish that.” Which is totally true, the cup’s as big as your daughter’s head. Not that she seems to mind, the way she hefts it up for you to see from the entryway while Shouto undoes her glittery blue shoelaces.

“I’ll finish the rest.” He shrugs, picking her up and plopping her down on the living room couch next to you, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before shuffling off to hang up their identical winter coats.

He doesn’t even like chocolate.

“Why would she need a iPad?” You grab Shouto by his shoulders and make him look at you.

“For…school.” His voice is quiet and subdued and you almost feel bad...before you remember your husband is clutching an $800 tablet he intends to give your 6 year old kid to his chest in the middle of an electronics store.

“Baby...she’s in elementary school…They aren’t even using calculators yet.” You try to pry the package out of his grip, steadfastly ignoring the gentle downturn of Shouto’s mouth at the development.

“She’s very advanced for her age.” The frown is a full on pout by now and you shut it down as quick as you can.

“No. Uh uh. Put that bottom lip back in. Then put the tablet back.”

It’s wrapped in shiny purple paper by December 19th.

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farfromharry · 3 years

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Mini Valentine | Stepdad!Tom fic

Summary: Your valentine’s plans with your fiancé get slightly set back when you get called in to work, leaving Tom to spend the day with your daughter.

Word count - 4,017

Warnings - One brief mention of throwing up, i think that’s it?

Unfortunately for you and Tom, you’d been called into work on the morning of the 14th, based on ‘emergency’. It was all very last minute and caused a lot of stress for your fiancé, even if he tried to promise you that it wasn’t a big deal and he could sort something, but anyone would be stressed while finding out their plans for the day had been spontaneously ruined that same morning without warning.

You originally had plans to go on a family trip to the zoo during the day, wanting to show Scarlett all the adorable animals that she’s never had the pleasure of seeing in person. Then you were meant to be heading to a romantic dinner with Tom at the same fancy restaurant he took you to, to propose. All while his mum watched Scarlett for you so you both got some well deserved time together.

“I’ll just shift the reservation, it’s okay,” he promised you, kissing your shoulder as you tied back your hair to keep it out of your face.

“You’re an angel,” you whispered, making sure to press a lasting kiss to his lips. You could tell he was exhausted, and you didn’t blame him, it was barely even four in the morning and you were already up and ready to leave the house.

You couldn’t leave without making a hundred percent sure he was okay with you heading in, moving over to where he’d tucked himself under the covers again, trying to shield his bare upper half from the cold morning air.

He’d planned on getting some more sleep before your munchkin woke up and decided she needed her stepdad to feed her instantly, something she did often.

“I still feel bad, ‘m sorry.” He shook his head, cupping your cheek with his large hand.

“You have nothing to worry about,” he chuckled, finding some amusement in the idea of you feeling so guilty about something you couldn’t control, especially when the issue was so easily resolved.

You rested your head on his bare chest for a few seconds, just until you really had to leave so you wouldn’t be late.

“I’ll take Scarlett out somewhere, still got to win her over.” You rolled your eyes at his words, pecking his lips one more time before standing up.

“You know she loves you already,” you mumbled, referring to all the moments the two had shared over the few years you and Tom had been together.

“No, she loves my cooking.”

You scrunched up your nose, feigning disgust. “I don’t know why.” Tom scoffed, his heart fluttering when you let out that silly giggle that he adored.

“Y/N?” he called. You hummed. “Happy valentine’s day.”

You placed one more kiss on his lips, taking your time to study his face as you pulled away. “Happy valentine’s day Tom.” You waved goodbye without letting him say anything else, not wanting anymore distractions that could risk making you late, closing your bedroom door behind you.

“Mummy?” You turned your head at the sound of your angel’s sleepy voice, seeing her standing in her bedroom door. She looked like the cutest little thing, hair all messed up from the way she’d slept, in her Disney pyjamas, rubbing her tired eyes with her first while her teddy bear was squeezed as close as possible to her chest.

“What’s wrong bub? You should be asleep.” She waddled over to you, wrapping her arms tightly around your legs. Your fingers threaded in her hair, trying to tame the flyaway strands, tucking them back into her scrunchie loosely.

“I heard you awake,” she mumbled, almost falling asleep in the position she was in. You pouted, leaning down to kiss her head.

“Mummy has to go to work,” you said, seeing the frown forming on her face. “I’ll be back later, but that means we can’t go to the zoo.”

If she had the energy she probably would’ve thrown a tantrum right then and there, but taking into account the utter exhaustion consuming her tiny body, meant she didn’t have the effort to argue. All she could do was flash you her typical pout and puppy dog eyes, but even those weren’t enough to win you over this time.

“Why don’t you go get in with Tom for a bit, get some cuddles?” You were always trying to encourage her to do more with Tom, praying that she would get along with him well enough to accept him. She did at least like his cooking, so that was a start.

She hummed, placing a sloppy toddler kiss on your cheek before shuffling down the hall to your room. You chuckled to yourself, grabbing your keys, jacket and any other necessity, leaving your daughter and fiancé to spend the day together.

Tom couldn’t fall asleep until he knew you were on your way, his subconscious telling him that he couldn’t let you be late by getting distracted with something in the house.

That meant that Tom felt the tiny body that was crawling onto the large bed, climbing under the covers on your empty side.

“Hi,” she whispered, laying her head on your pillow. The man laughed silently, noting how much she was like you with her mannerisms. He asked if she was okay, checking she wasn’t in here because of a nightmare.

“Mummy said I could come get cuddles.” The girl often liked Tom more when she didn’t have the energy to be mean, so at times like this she was often very affectionate towards him.

“Of course, c’mere.” She shuffled closer to him, curling her body into his chest while her head rested on his shoulder. Tom pressed a light kiss to her temple, soothingly rubbing her back until her breathing evened out and he was sure she was asleep.

He wasn’t too far behind her, letting his own wave of exhaustion crash over him until he was back into the deep slumber he’d been in before it was interrupted by your phone ringing.

»»——⍟——««

Tom and Scarlett ended up getting out of bed around 10. He’d sent the girl to the bathroom to do her business and brush her teeth while he made her breakfast, going over some ideas of what they could do for the day in his head.

“How do you feel about going to the aquarium today?” he asked, slipping a pancake onto her plate, letting her decorate it however she wanted. Her eyes widened and she rapidly nodded her head. Tom chuckled, preparing some breakfast for himself, taking a seat next to the girl at the kitchen island.

“Can we see the penguins?” she asked, filling the silence with the innocent question. She let out a squeal when Tom nodded, thanking him with the same amount of energy.

She finished her breakfast quickly, bouncing in her seat as she waited for Tom to tell her she could leave. “Go get dressed, we’ll go in a little while.” She didn’t have to be told twice, jumping down from the seat to run to her room.

Tom left to get dressed a few minutes after her, changing into some jeans, a plain white hoodie and a coat on top.

He waited by the front door for more than a few minutes, confused about what was taking the little girl so long.

Tom didn’t want to impose, he knew she was capable of getting ready herself, but he also didn’t know if something else had possibly gone wrong.

He headed to her room, knocking on the door before pushing it open. “Hey bug, what’s taking so long, you okay?” He could see the tears on her cheeks as she sat in front of the mirror, a hairbrush and a hair tie to her right. “What are the tears for?” He asked softly, bending down beside her to wipe them away.

“I can’t do my hair.” She sniffled, looking up at the man with those big eyes that looked exactly like yours. He was such a sucker for those eyes. “Do you want me to try?”

She nodded, handing him the stuff he needed. He brushed through the strands of her hair as carefully as he could, making sure to avoid brushing any tangles harshly, and apologising if he caught any anyway.

“Ponytail?” he asked. She nodded in confirmation. Tom wasn’t exactly a pro when it came to hair, he’d grown up with 3 brothers, so he didn’t really have anything to do with long hair until he spent those nights when you were drunk. He would always carelessly throw your hair into a bun or ponytail to keep it out of your face when you threw up, receiving a mumbled thank you from yourself.

You’d helped him learn the basics a while ago, teaching him how to do a simple braid and how to do a quick ponytail, but that was all he knew. He was never sure if his versions of the hairstyles would be up to Scarlett’s standards.

He pulled all the strands in, making sure there were no loose ones before wrapping the hair tie around them all, keeping them in place at the back of her head.

“Is that okay?” he asked. She nodded, standing up from her spot. Tom raked his eyes over her outfit, making sure socks were matching and everything was on right before guiding her to the entrance of the house.

She took a seat next to him on the stairs, swinging her legs while she waited for him to pass her, her shoes. She easily slipped them onto her feet, right then left, just like you always did when you were here.

“You think you can tie them yourself?” he asked. She nodded her head, grabbing a hold of the two pieces of white string on her left shoe.

“I’m a big girl,” she argued. Tom raised his hands in defense, muttering an okay.

Her big girl mindset didn’t last for long when she realised she in fact didn’t know how to tie her shoes. Tom tried to hide his smile, knowing this was going to happen.

“Tom?” She asked. He hummed, looking up from where he’d been putting on his shoes. She pointed down to the little converse that were on her feet, the laces messy and undone. “Can you do them, please?”

He tried his best to show her how to do it, but the girl got easily distracted, rambling on about all the different fishies she was going to see. He couldn’t be annoyed, finding it completely adorable how she babbled on.

“Alright, up?” He didn’t want to pick her up if she’d rather walk, not wanting to risk the girl throwing a tantrum so early on in the day. However, to Tom’s surprise, she agreed. She stood on her tiptoes, reaching her hands up to the sky, a signal that she wanted to be lifted up.

Tom scooped her up into his arms, resting her on his hip while he collected everything he needed to head out for the day.

Scarlett busied herself in playing with the chain around Tom’s neck, finding it intriguing for some unexplained reason.

He carried her out to his car, having to follow her instructions on how to get her into the car seat, it seemed to be a struggle for Tom everytime.

Once he was sure she was safely in her seat, Tom climbed into the driver’s seat, sending you a quick text to tell you they were heading out.

At one point during the short drive, Tom glanced through his mirror to see Scarlett quietly singing along to the radio, which he turned up so she could hear better, kicking her legs in her carseat happily.

The aquarium wasn’t too far away, and before Tom knew it they were inside and ready to look around. Scarlett complained about how it felt like it’d taken forever, clutching Tom’s hand with her tiny one as she dragged him towards what she thought looked most interesting.

“Look at that one!” she gasped, pointing to the vibrant coloured fish. Tom nodded, grinning down at the pure happiness on the little girl's face. The sudden vibration in his pocket made Tom jump. He pulled out his phone to see your contact lighting up his screen. He took a few steps back from her, so she was still in his eyeline but her loud squeals weren’t heard in his ear everytime she spotted a pretty fish.

“Hello?”

A smile creeped onto your face just at the sound of his voice, it was all you needed to hear to convince you you could make it till the end of your shift.

“Hi.”

“How are things?” You let out a sigh, glancing around the ward with a bored look.

“It’s okay, I guess, nothing much happened after this morning,” you explained. “How’s it going with Scarlett?” Tom smiled to himself, watching as the girl stared in awe at all the vibrantly coloured fish swimming in the tank.

“I didn’t take her to the zoo because I know you wanted to go, so I brought her to the aquarium you’ve been to before.” Your heart soared. The fact that Tom both listened to your stories about your daughter and respected the things you wanted to do with her were just more things to add to your ‘why Tom is the perfect man’ list.

“Are you having fun?” There was an underlying hint of sadness in your voice that Tom quickly picked up on.

“Yeah, but it’d be even more fun if you were here.” You could hear him quietly talking to Scarlett in the background, something about spotting a certain coloured fish. The girl responded with a squeal of excitement when she found out, gushing about how pretty it looked.

“She sounds happy,” you commented, pulling Tom’s attention away from the girl again.

“I think she is, this is the warmest she’s been with me.”

You bit your lip to try and hold back your smile. You’d both been waiting for the moment she’d decide she was ready to accept Tom as her dad, and it’s been a long journey to get to that point.

“Well, I should go, but i’m glad you’re having fun.”

Scarlett ran over to Tom, clutching his legs and asking who was on the phone. When he responded with a simple ‘mummy’ she decided she needed to talk to you right that second.

She ended up occupying you on the phone for much longer than you’d intended, finding it impossible to get away from the girl while she was ranting about all the different animals and fish they’d seen.

“I don’t want to keep you then, tell Tom to have fun too okay?” She mumbled a quiet okay. Tom was watching her with an amused grin, finding it adorable how large his phone looked pressed against her head. You said your I love you’s before hanging up to continue wallowing in your own self pity.

»»——⍟——««

The picture Tom sent you around 1 was the thing that kept you going, but was simultaneously the thing that almost made you cry in the middle of the hospital.

The two were sitting in the restaurant at the aquarium, the girl cuddling some kind of fluffy penguin teddy that you were sure Tom insisted he buy for her, while grinning at the camera.

He followed it up with a little message afterwards that basically confirmed your suspicions.

‘She loved the penguins and I couldn’t resist, this is Oswald x’

You giggled at the name, an obvious reference to the time Harrison came over and let her watch Batman. You ended up setting the picture as your lock screen, clicking your lock button to see your baby’s face light up your phone screen.

Your eyes drifted up to the clock on your phone, seeing you had at least another 2 hours left of work.

You wish you could say those last couple hours flew by, but it felt like they were never going to end. You spent most of the time being handed more and more tasks to do that you were scared you wouldn’t finish before the time you could go home.

Thankfully you did, wanting to practically scream with relief once you climbed into your car. You felt like you had more energy now that at any point during your day, which was very confusing considering the long almost 10 hour shift you had.

You heard the excited yells of your daughter the second you walked through the door of your home. She’d quite clearly seen your car pull up outside and just couldn’t wait to greet you.

“There she is.” You were almost tackled into a hug by the four year old, the girl beaming at you. Tom helped you slip your jacket off once Scarlett decided to let go of you.

“So, how was it?” She was more than happy to tell you again every single thing her and Tom did, going as far as describing almost each and every one of the fishies in detail.

Tom joined in at random parts with bits of information that seemed to slip past her excited mind. He watched you both with a smile, silently laughing at you when you realised you’d probably be here for days if you didn’t stop her.

“That sounds like so much fun, but you need to go and get ready for when Nikki comes.”

She still hadn’t taken up calling Tom’s mother Grandma yet, but you reassured her that it’d come with time, exactly the same as your reassurances to Tom.

She ran away to her room to do as you said, leaving you and Tom a moment alone before you got ready for your date.

Tom’s hands made a beeline for your waist once she was out of sight, bringing you in close to him until you were pressed up against his chest.

“Hello handsome.” A faint blush creeped onto Tom’s cheeks, the man trying to hide it by burying his face in your neck. He placed soft kisses all over the skin there, earning him a pleased sigh from you.

Your hands trailed up the expanse of his muscly back, eventually residing in his mess of hair. Gentle tugs on the short curls were what brought his attention away from your neck.

He smiled at you, resting his forehead on yours. Your noses occasionally clashed from the close proximity, but neither of you cared enough to pull away. He was the one to close the gap between you, slotting your lips together in a slow kiss. It wasn’t hungry or needy in any way, more so screaming that you’d missed each other.

“We should get ready,” you mumbled onto his lips, unwilling to pull away just yet.

He hummed. “We really should.”

Neither of you made an attempt to move. This time it was you who couldn’t stand not kissing him, placing such a soft peck on his lips that he was sure it almost didn’t happen.

“I love you.” You grinned, rubbing your thumb over his unruly eyebrow, eyes flickered over the tiny features of his face. He took the time to study your eyes while you did so, noticing the little flecks of different colours that didn’t match your overall eye colour.

You finally looked into his eyes, those golden, honey orbs that just made you melt inside everytime they stared at you with just so much adoration.

“I love you too.”

He let you go and get ready after that, pouting adorably as he watched you strut your way to your bedroom. You picked out your outfit before hand, pulling the hanger with the gorgeous silver dress out of your wardrobe, laying it on the bed.

You knew Tom would probably sneak a look at it, but seeing it on a hanger wouldn’t even compare to seeing it on your body.

You took a lot longer getting ready than you expected to, purely due to the long, hot shower you took that felt like a necessity after your work day, and also the fact you hadn’t truly gotten yourself dolled up for something in a while, something that you greatly missed.

Tom was there as soon as you were finished to make you feel even better about yourself, throwing compliments at you left and right that left you a flustered mess of butterflies.

At some point Scarlett had creeped into your room, looking at your pretty dress in awe.

“Doesn’t your mummy look pretty?” She nodded her head rapidly, complimenting you profusely. Your fiancé knew you were getting flustered, trying to cover your face to hide from your own embarrassment. He placed a quick kiss on your head, his hand slipping down to the small of your back to guide you to the front door.

You gave Scarlett a tight hug, telling her to behave, while Tom placed a kiss on her head.

“Thank you again,” you gushed, making sure to give Tom’s mum an extra tight hug before you left. She always told you that she loved taking care of Scarlett, even if she wasn’t her biological granddaughter.

Tom led you out of the house with a lovesick grin plastered on his face, making you rather suspicious about what he was up to.

“What are you so smiley about?” you asked. He simply shrugged, placing a kiss on your knuckles as he told you absolutely nothing.

“Just happy to finally have to myself.”

»»——⍟——««

The small body of the girl barreled towards you as soon as you stepped through the front door. She surprisingly almost knocked your balance, forcing a giggle out of your slightly tipsy self.

You were able to scoop her up, holding her on your hip.

“I know, we’re home,” you whispered, cradling her to your chest. She tucked her head into your neck, trying to not let sleep consume her so she had more time to spend with her favourite person.

While you were snuggling your baby, Tom was once again thanking his mother, telling her a little about the lovely night you had at the restaurant.

Nikki could see in his eyes as he watched you, just how much adoration he felt for both of you. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen her son look like that.

“Missed you,” she mumbled, muffled by the way her mouth was resting on you. You responded with a simple kiss, noting how her eyes were so desperately trying to flutter shut.

You couldn’t blame her, you had accidentally woken her up at a ridiculous time in the morning and she was still only a toddler who often took multiple naps throughout the day.

“Let’s get you to bed.” She whined in your ear out of protest, shaking her head in your neck. Her head raised, looking around the room until her eyes landed on Tom.

She twisted in your arms so you were only holding her by her stomach. Scarlett made grabby hands at Tom, a sleepy pout on her lips when he didn’t instantly come over.

“Can daddy put me to bed?” she asked, so innocently.

Tom froze, his heart growing in size as he stared at her. You and Nikki shared a look, one that told the other you were happy you could experience this moment.

He didn’t exactly know what to do, becoming a bit of a stuttering mess. He’d been waiting at least over a year since you’d gotten engaged for her to say that one word, a sort of confirmation that she was happy he was there.

You could see the tears lining his waterline as his mind replayed the 6 words she just uttered. It seemed to take him a few seconds to come back down to earth, nodding his head. You helped transfer Scarlett from your arms to his much stronger ones, the male making it look like lifting a feather. Scarlett shifted slightly, sighing as she got comfortable in his hold.

“Yeah, of course, daddy can put you to bed.”

»»——⍟——««

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What do you think of the ethics of bringing back wooly mammoths and other animals that disappeared around/just after the ice age? This question is inspired by your last fic. I mean the dinosaurs ecosystem is all gone but 11,000 years isn't much in geographic time.

The short answer is: it’s probably not ethical, even with the much shorter timespan.

The long answer is: this is something that’s talked about semi-seriously in NZ quite often because we have so many species which went extinct post-human settlement (between 1000-1500 CE) or post-European colonization (1800 CE - present). That’s an eyeblink, that’s so recent for some species that we have recordings of their calls. Why not clone the huia, or a moa species or two? Maybe a pouakai (now we’re really getting into dinosaur territory)? If we’re going to restore our ecosystems, won’t we need to fill in those missing pieces?

And the trouble is...you can clone animals, with varying degrees of success, but you can’t clone the way they interact with each other. It’s not all instinctual. Animals have social relationships, even cultural differences. When we raise endangered species, like the takahē or kākāpo, conservationists have to limit their direct contact with humans, to give them the best chance of adapting into and learning from adults once they’re released or fostered. If you cloned animals where there WERE no adults, then - what would they be? Would they even know how to have functioning social relationships with each other? How to raise offspring?

Take mammoths. Assuming you can reassemble the whole genome, including mitochondria, you’re going to incubate it in what - an elephant? And then it gets raised by elephants. So socially...it’s a furry elephant. That’s IF it goes well, and the behavioral differences aren’t enough to prevent the social relationships forming. And that’s not taking into account issues like the microbiome (we’re definitely a long way from cloning a microbiome) or the fact that the climate is changing rapidly. Where do you put an adult woolly mammoth - the melting tundra? Away from the elephant family that it’s been raised in? Do you keep it in an artificial/zoo environment forever?

Even if you assume they can get a microbiome that will keep them healthy, and be fostered by relatively similar species, if those exist. (They may not; moa are only five hundred years or so gone, but there ARE no other large forest-browsing ratites.) What are you doing it for? You’re never going to understand how they would have lived in their natural environment; it’s gone. Are you doing it to understand their physiology? Their biochemistry? Does that justify bringing to life animals that are never going to have a natural existence, because the biological chain of inheritance outside their DNA has been permanently broken? (Despite what movies tell you, it is Quite Difficult to justify this sort of research to most funding agencies, and billionaires willing to throw money at your madcap science project are disappointingly thin on the ground.)

And then there’s the question of what gets chosen. It’s all very well to daydream about bringing the big charismatic species back to life, but nobody’s talking about cloning the native dung beetles that cleaned up after the moa. Does that species still exist? Who knows? What happens to the forest ecosystem if it went extinct as well, and we put moa back in there? It’s only been five hundred years. Has it changed irrecoverably? We don’t know. No species exists independently. Every single one exists in the context of an ecosystem, and ecosystems change.

These aren’t questions I have answers to, and - especially when considering species that are very recently extinct - there may well end up being an argument that it’s worth trying; certainly people are trying.

But ultimately I think cloning can be a distraction from the reality that we’re currently losing species faster than we can describe them. I’d love a million more stories about a world where we still have large charismatic extinct species, because they’re cool, and in the real world I’d love us to focus on saving things before they’re lost - not because one necessarily precludes the other, but because long-extinct things aren’t getting any more extinct, and not-yet-extinct-things can best be saved while they’re still here.

#science #biology #ethics #conservation #charismatic megafauna #like yeah in a world where there were no trade-offs #and we were looking at species with lots of close relatives #maybe?#but...there's so many caveats

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