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bluemusickid · 2 years

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Trophy Husband Lloyd/Sugar Baby Lloyd. My brain conjured this up on a whim. And now, I shall bother y'all with it too.

Warnings// smut, slight mommy kink, Dom-sub dynamics, orgasm denial, marking this slight dubcon, just to be safe, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy, kids), mentions of injury, 18+, MINORS DNI.

Lloyd was bored. A life always on the run had been hell. Literal hell. Weird safehouses, weird people. But then he met you, rich heiress with daddy's unlimited account. You were partying with your girlfriends, and goddamn were you sexy. You'd just opened the most expensive bottle of champagne, half of it falling on the floor. The other half? Well you were busy licking it off your friends' breasts.

Lloyd knew what he needed to do. Seducing you wouldn't be tough, you were just another rich bored naïve little girl who was spending more than she was saving. No more safehouses, no more shitty food.

He charmed you in a way only Lloyd could. At first you were bemused, the weird moustache dude hitting on you was taking away precious girl time. But then you saw something in him, something deeper and darker; but it could be harnessed. And what perfect timing: you just happened to need a new boytoy.

So you entertained his attempts at hitting on you, clearly zeroing in on the fact that you were rich. You were kinda bored with him, to be frank, and were going to leave, but then he trapped you against the walls of the club, promising you a good time. He was right, you thought, as he fucked you in the club bathroom, his thick cock hitting spots you'd only read of in books. As you clenched around him, you knew what you had to do.

And so you kept him around.

The first month was what heaven probably was like. Both of you fucked like rabbits, going at it every chance you got. He would sometimes fuck you to sleep, wake you up in the middle of the night for a quickie and then some early morning oral. Heck, by the time the month had passed, there wasn't an inch of the house you hadn't fucked on. Lloyd made sure he kept you stuffed to the brim, no matter how busy you were. One time, he pulled you to the floor and fucked you into it as you were on an important conference call with your investor. The second the call was over, you rode him into oblivion, not letting him touch you and feel you as punishment. He'd sulked at first, but then forgave you when he saw the brand new sports car he saw outside the house.

The power dynamic in your relationship was very perplexing. Lloyd enjoyed all the lavish gifts, but he enjoyed having power more. Many a times, you would find yourself pinned to the ground, your hands held down by his, or under him. Even when you rode him, he would dictate the pace by bracing your hips. Or he would even try and take decisions on your behalf, not caring if you approved of them or not.

That needed to change. He needed to know that you were the boss, his boss. Thankfully that day came sooner than expected.

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He was being more of a brat than normal; getting cranky, answering back. Normally, you would've found it cute. But today, it got on your nerves. He needed to be made aware of who he was dealing with.

After breakfast, you left for work and Lloyd lounged around the house, lazily whiling away time. After a long bath, he walked into the room, surprised to see a well tailored three-piece suit, with a velvet jacket. You'd even gotten you a gold Rolex. Lloyd smirked. He'd gotten you wrapped around his little finger, eating out of his hand. He would never have to work another day.

As evening approached, Lloyd got ready, taking extra care to oil his moustache. You seemed to love the damn thing and he would be a fool to get rid of it anytime soon. He spritzed on some perfume you gave him, pocketing an extra box of condoms; the insatiable temptress that you were. The thought of you in a dress got him hard already, as he palmed himself through his pants.

As he sat in the Limousine, he briefly wondered his next steps. Obviously, he would have to propose to you. No way would he let the well run dry, now that he got a taste of the opulence; the pomp and glamour. He needed you for his lust, but he needed your money more. And by God, would he get the best of both worlds.

His thoughts were interrupted by the limo pulling to a stop outside a grand mansion; even bigger than the one you lived in currently. The large structure was a sparkling example of Greco-Roman architecture, complete with a beautiful front lawn and greenery surrounding the whole estate. Lloyd gaped, taking in the sight; his eyes drinking it all in. All this money needed to be his. He would need to act fast though, he thought as he smiled crookedly, spotting you on the threshold.

You were the very vision of beauty, dressed perfectly and well-groomed, as always; down to your nails. The black velvet gown you wore accentuated your gorgeous curvaceous body, the slit leaving little to imagination. Lloyd could already see himself fucking you into the wall, the glorious gown bunched around your hips as he feasted on your gorgeous globes. It was strange to him; normally he would be planning millions of things, but around you, his primal self kicked in, and all he wanted to do is be inside you, all the time.

You held out your hand to him, leading him into the house with a secret smile. The irony wasn't lost on you. And very soon, this would be the status quo.

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You watched as he gorged on the delicious meal. You knew that he had no real feelings for you, and honestly, neither did you. He was a good fuck, who needed to be shown that he was just your little boy toy for the moment being.

Leading him into your bedroom, you sit him down on the bed. Running your fingers through his hair, you slowly massaged his temples, taking in his groan of contentment; your fingers slowly caressing his cheeks, his plump lips. That moustache used to annoy you, but now? You'd grown to like it.

"So my baby was being a little fussy these few days, huh?" You murmured, your hands making their way to his beautiful neck.

"Hey, i'm a not a baby-" he began indignantly.

"Shhhhh. Just answer my question, baby."

Lloyd gulped, his mouth thinning in anger.

"...Yes."

Running your thumb over his pillowy enticing lips, you pushed it into his warm mouth, urging him to fellate it. You could see him toy with the idea as he slowly ran his tongue over your finger, the sensations making a beeline straight to your core. You sincerely hoped you didn't lose this fight, because whenever you were around this man, you seemed to stop thinking clearly.

"Enough." You rasped.

Pushing his jacket off his shoulders, you slowly unbuttoned his vest, your mouth watering as saw the black dress shirt clinging to his muscular body.

"The thing is, I don't like when people get fussy. Makes me a little...mad. And you wouldn't like to see me mad, would you, sunshine?"

Lloyd eyed you warily, slowly shaking his head. All the bravado that he seemed to have had evaporated as he saw your flashing eyes, and your uncharacteristic calm demeanour. He couldn't even string a few words together.

"Good boy. My good lil' baby." Running your hands over his torso, you grabbed the shirt he was wearing, ripping the damn thing apart; the sheer lust coursing through your veins giving you the energy you needed.

"You trust me, right?"

He nodded as his breathing turned shallow.

"Words, sunshine. I need you to use your words."

"...Yes." he murmured.

You ran your fingernails over his nipples, not hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to send a message. He gasped, alarmed at the action more than the feeling.

"The magic word is ma'am, sunshine."

"..y..yes, ma'am."

"You're such a good boy, sunshine. Such a quick learner. I'm glad I kept you around. We're gonna have a lotta fun together." You grinned at him, grazing his nipple with your teeth, before sucking on it voraciously, laving it with your hot tongue. He groaned, moving his hands to your hips, pulling you closer.

Pushing his hands off, you held his face between your fingers, causing his lips to purse up. He looked up, his eyes registering a mix of lust and fear; stoking your already charged-up self.

"Now, now, sunshine. You know what you have to do. You can't touch me without my permission. Are we clear?"

"...yes...ma'am." He added on, hesitantly.

Your mouth pulled into a small, lazy smile. Time for phase two.

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Lloyd didn't know how he'd ended up in this place. He was feared, by everyone. He was a ruthless man, for crying out loud. Even the most notorious men/killers would shake at the thought of him. Yet here he was, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed, eating you out for all he was worth as you fucked him with your mouth. He stopped, to catch his breath, gasping as you pulled your mouth off him, panting.

"You stop, I stop, sunshine. And I know you're close. Do you want to come, baby? Do you want to come in my mouth?"

His strained yes turned you on like nothing else, the slick from your core now running down your thighs. He lapped it all up, his tongue running over your lips, swirling over your engorged nub. His moustache tickled your clit, this particular action making you groan on his member, the vibrations causing him to let out a moan.

You could feel him pulsating, ready to come on your face. You pulled away, suddenly turning around. His cry of alarm was silenced by your lips as you swallowed it, your tongue caressing his as your lips moved against each other, not willing to pull away anytime soon.

Breaking the kiss, you moved down, your core sliding over his chiselled abs. Panting, you slowly rubbed yourself on him, your slick rubbing onto him, covering his torso in the process. You begin grinding on his abs, the muscles rubbing against your clit, sending little shockwaves through your body.

Opening your eyes, you saw him squirm. You decided to let him out of his misery. But not without a little fun first, you smiled, as you thought to yourself.

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Lloyd groaned as he felt your silky walls around him, your warm, wet heat enveloping him in a way that could only be described as heavenly. You moved over him, slowly, at first; his thick cock hitting all your spots, making you feel fuller than you ever had before. You began to move, really move, your hips slapping obscenely against his thighs. He moaned as he felt your walls tighten around him, your speed increasing with every passing moment. He felt his climax setting on, his balls beginning to tighten. You seemed to notice too, as you pulled off him, your silky heat leaving him as quickly as it you had started.

"Awww, does my sunshine want to come? Not yet, baby. Not yet."

You gave him a few moments to calm down, before retaking your position, moaning as you sunk down on him, his thick cock making you see stars. You rotated your hips, feeling him hit every point on your inner walls. Gasping, you continued your movements, holding yourself steady on his torso. Your breaths intermingled as you sped up your actions, bringing both of you to the brink once again.

Lloyd needed to come, desperately. But you weren't letting him, nor were there any signs of you letting up this fast. He groaned in frustration, feeling himself nearing his peak again.

"Please..." he muttered through gritted teeth.

"..wha...what was that, sunshine? Did you say something?" You panted, slowing down a bit.

Lloyd knew what you were trying to do. He knew that he was powerless at the moment. But his pride stopped him from speaking out the truth. So he stayed silent, which was the wrong move on his part.

You stopped and got up off him again, moving to take off his blindfold. He squinted in the harsh light, as he tried to regain his bearings. He saw you sitting on his torso, your legs spread eagled.

"Well, if you can't say it, then I guess I'll have to take care of myself then."

He saw your fingers move over your lips, slowly circling your clit. You moaned as you slipped a finger inside your aching channel, finally giving yourself some respite. You closed your eyes, speeding up, your mouth slack jawed.

Lloyd growled as he saw you pleasure yourself, the sight beyond erotic. He wanted nothing more than to hold you down and pound you senseless. His cock was throbbing, the tip red and leaking. He wanted to come; no, he needed to come. Right. Fucking. Now.

"I...I need..."

"Yes, sunshine?"

"I...need...to come..."

"Awww, poor baby. You know what you have to do."

Lloyd grimaced, slightly tugging on his restraints. He had his pride, sure, but now he needed to come. Badly. Or god knows what would happen to him.

"Beg for it, sunshine. Beg for me." You whispered, raspily; stroking him slowly.

"Please...ma'am. Please...let me...come." he gasped in hushed tones.

You grinned.

"Oh baby, with pleasure." You purred. And with that, you rode him, leaving no prisoners. His thick cock was hitting your spongy spot repeatedly. You wailed, your hips moving against him in a frenzy. It was a battle; a race, of who could let go first. And you could feel yourself hurtling towards completion faster than even he was.

You screamed as you fell over the precipice, leaving scratches along his torso. You could feel your walls tighten impossibly around him, swallowing him, as he reached his end exposively; shouting as his spend coated your walls, his hips moving of their own accord and shunting against yours as he emptied every drop into you.

You panted against his neck, leaving featherlight kisses along the column of his neck, as the both of you struggled to catch your breath. Lloyd felt like he was floating, he hadn't had an orgasm this intense ever. He felt his thighs shake a little, his brain beginning to work a bit again. Unlocking him, you rubbed his sore wrists, leavimg soft kisses along the marks left behind. Running your fingers through his hair, you softly kissed his lips, lightly massaging his head as you whispered words of praise in his ears, caresses and touches punctuating your every word.

That night, as you cuddled him while you drifted off to sleep, he realised two things. One, you were not meant to be taken lightly. And two, he was truly fucked.

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jezmmart · 9 months

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Chamomile Comic Trivia #26

#135 - Closed

The server here is my coffee day girl, a one-off pin-up character (technically a two-off one), swirls and all!

The pod she’s working in is named “It’s Bean” which is a joke only for me really. Back in high school I made a comedic RPG Maker game and - not even as a joke, I just liked the song that much, the main overworld theme was One Week by Barenaked Ladies. Not even a tacky midi version as was the style at the time, just straight up the MP3. The epilogue scene where you return to the main town after beating the final boss played an acoustic version I downloaded, I took it quite seriously. So it became a sort of mini meme among my immediate friendship group after someone was like “god the music makes me laugh every time, I’ll be listening to a befitting Gerudo Valley midi while exploring the desert area or a pleasant Koopa Troopa Beach midi while exploring the seaside area and then you go back to the main town and out of nowhere “IT’S BEEN-””.

Cammie vacantly shlooourping the coffee at the end after being in severe pain beforehand - and the imagined circumstances that bridged the time between the last panel of the coffee pod scene and the first panel of the music shop scene - are one of my fave daft visual gags from over the years.

#136 - Dinner

Time to come up with Cammie’s family, what fun! There’s always the temptation to go ironic and have them be utterly unlike her, but she’s such a beacon of positivity I just didn’t want to betray those vibes, so they’re all pretty much as full of energy or kindness as she is. Naturally the joke is that Cammie is more interested in a dog than a relationship, but the fact that she’s uninterested in a relationship is still true to her character, not just for joking’s sake.

The general plot here was just that I wanted to do an extended christmas scene that would hopefully evoke all the cosy vibes I associate with christmas from my own family’s ones over my life.

#137 - Family

And here we see Cammie’s brothers! There’s nothing concretely referencial here in particular but I definitely channeled memories of growing up with my own older brother and younger sister coming up with the wholesome flashbacks. I did design everyone’s adult appearance beyond just Riley and then designed their younger selves, but unfortunately Hubert and Jay still haven’t shown up beyond these flashbacks so not for this trivia, alas!

Hubert has an Orange Squish (mentioned plenty of times in Cammie Comic trivia at this point I’m sure) soda brand pencil case, like those old 7up ones. Do they still make those? They probably did ones in other brands too but I had a 7up one.

#138 - Merry

Not too much to say here, naturally Cammie’s mum takes more cues from Cammie for her design, but Cammie got her curls from Dad! Designing family members is fun, lol.

No big meaning behind anyone’s names, just chose ones I liked really that all kinda tied in with the idea of “is it easy enough to believe these people would name their child Chamomile?” lol.

#139 - While

ONE of Cammie’s family members at least had to share her trademark forehead hair swirlies, they’re cartoon characters, c’mon! Riley here has a more subtle version of them. Probably the only thing subtle about him.

Just a few more drips and drabs of poor Bri’s slightly turbulent childhood here, just to flesh out her and Cammie’s early relationship a bit.

Boy the speech bubbles sure are crowding everything on this one huh? One of my bad habits with comicing that I’m trying to be more conscious of these days. But it’s one way to make the Christmas special cosy!

#140 - Wonderful

If I was doing cosy family christmas comics I had to take the opportunity to draw a big ol’ spread of roast dinner. Like me and any self-respecting person they have a mountain of roast potatoes, the best roast dinner food.

Grumpy Cammie is another favourite Cammie I have ever drawn.

It’s a tired old joke but, including in the previous one where it was highlighted, 12-going-on-13-year-old Cammie’s niece Jody has already entered her teenage mono-syllabic phase, with her only dialogue in the whole arc being non-verbal noises.

#141 - Desserts

A little more development for Brianna here, because I wanted to explain how someone who doesn’t seem like the sort to actively pursue such responsibility might end up running their own business. And then another “don’t let Cammie near fire” joke of course.

The sitting room area here was (lazily, but you don’t know that), based on the layout of the sitting room at my Mum’s house back when I was in Uni, felt like the obvious choice since I associate christmasses there with the first time my partner Molly joined us.

The post-foods “just hanging out” christmas mood was an important time for me to cover as well - adults watching TV and chatting while children do things with stuff they got sort of in the vicinity. Jody is eating a Terry’s Chocolate Orange to complete the experience, naturally! (It’s not Terry’s though, it’s Dawn French’s Jody’s.)

[More Chamomile Comic Trivia] (Above link may not work correctly on tumblr app)

#jezmm #art insight #chamomile comic trivia

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bisluthq · 2 years

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You spilled. Also yes she is getting lots of hate and will probably continue to do so which sucks but she knew this getting back with Louis but I wouldn’t say it’s anything like how it used to be and back in early 1D days she had her comments on as well so she’d see all the hate, now she has her comments off so she has to go searching for hate it won’t come to her 🤷🏻‍♀️ and she’s 30 she shouldn’t be acting like a teen and enticing more drama that will result in her getting more hate. Out of all of the 1D gfs/ex’s Eleanor is the one who’s most knowledgeable on it and how to handle it so this last situation just showed her being stupid and immature

Exactly. Like she’s been there since the beginning. You can kinda understand Olivia - even though she’s older and has been in the industry much longer - feeling unprepared for the character assassination some Harries attempted. You can get Maia - a literal bebe like wtf Liam - being overwhelmed. But El has been doing this since the beginning because of Louis, she has also chosen a digital career (she could’ve done something totally different tbh) and she’s 30 now.

If it bothers her because she can’t help but look for it then he isn’t the right guy for her and she deserves someone she can feel proud to post with if it’s important to her and he deserves someone who isn’t beefing with his weird stans.

Like genuinely if *that* is the issue it’s sillier and more fucked than if the issue is Freddie/Bri.

Like if the issue is Freddie, El could get over it and have her own kids and maybe when there are multiple kids there Briana will feel more comfy having him go there and everyone can be hunky dory.

If the issue is El wants to beef with stans and prank them and stuff she’s straight up with the wrong man. That’s unhealthy af.

#nat talks elounor

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winderlylandchime · 8 months

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2/2 ‘Oh for fucking hell, havent I suffered enough? Now i gotta see debbie? DEBBIE YOU SAID IT YOURSELF THAT HE IS A HOMOPHOBE?! Make up your mind girl. So when he doesnt do what you want him to, hes a homophobe but now that he went to check out the dead dudes place out, he’s knight in shining armor? You need better standards in men! OHHHH SO BC HES 55 THAT GIVES HIM THE RIGHT TO BE IGNORANT? Girl fuck him and fuck you too in 55 different ways. oh fuck you for bringing up Ben! That man might be boring but that is his only crime unlike the cop!’ And now he’s angry because Deb slapped Mikey but he also still has tears in his eyes over George so id say he’s doing well. ‘Oh no. The party. I forgot about this shit. NO JUSTIN. THIS IS BAD. This is the type of party you avoid. Dont take any drinks! Dont take any cigarettes! Don’t even blink. JUSTIN WHAT DID I JUST SAY? DO YOU EVER FUCKING LISTEN?!?!?! THAT BOY IS CLEARLY DRUNK!!’

‘Oh look its Brian and Ted, i am telling you this has potential but i don’t know how yet. oh my god! Ted mentioned that Brian has Justin, Bri Bri was quiet and then he tells ted why he doesnt have boyfriend! SO YOU AGREE BRIAN? You agree that Justin is your boyfriend? Speaking of your boyfriend, you need to go get him because i think he is in danger! Let’s go!!!’ He is once again loving Ted and Brian and its taking everything in me to not hint at their future friendship. ‘I actually like Mikey right now. He should be like this more often! Why is every show so obsessed with putting cops in it?’ And we are back at saps party and now lets all together pray for this man ‘JUSTIN WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT DRUGS DOES HE EVER LISTEN?!?! WHERES BRIAN?! DAMN IT I HATE THIS! JUSTIN GET BEHIND ME I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE! WHAT DID THEY GIVE HIM?! YOU LITTLE FREAK STAY AWAY! JUSTIN STOP TAKING HIS DRINKS IS THIS YOUR FIRST DAY ON EARTH?! WHAT THE HELL TYPE OF PARTY IS THIS? What are they doing?! GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF OF THEM! YOU DISGUSTING PIG! He said NO! OH NO OH NO! FIGHT BABY FIGHT! YOU GOT THIS! Oh thank fuck he’s safe, please tell me he’s safe?’ Immediately afterwards George is shown ‘pickle guy nooooo’ He fucking paused the tv to go to it and stroke Emmetts face bc he cant hug him since he’s in a tv.. ‘why did Brian avoid that detective like that? You know what? I get it and respect it.. oh you don’t hate, you just dont get it. WHATS THERE TO GET BRO? He likes dick, he sucks dick, he fucks dick. Its not rocket science, its just…a dick up the ass!’…’of for crying out loud, he made your arrest disappear, he didn’t cure cancer. If he was a real one he’d make the speeding ticket disappear too so i say he’s still a prick! NOW WHY IS HE APOLOGIZING TO DEBBIE? She never apologized to Ben, so why is he apologizing to her?! NO MICHAEL! Just when i liked you, you had every right to judge him! Ohh big woman gave ben cereal and now thinks that changes everything? Man fuck them all’ he actually let out a big breath of relief when he saw Justin, the man is scared and stressed! ‘Oh Blondie you’re okay! Youre good! Okay now let’s deal with that little freak, first of youre telling Brian and then maybe that weirdo cop can redeem himself to me by helping you! Oh Brian looks good. Hey Brian, we need to talk, all three of us! TEDIOUS?! LEFT EARLY?! QUIT?! Justin, i know its your own decision BUT FOR FUCKING HELL CAN SOMEONE LISTEN TO ME JUST ONCE!! tell brian! Please tell Brian!!! Oh is he gonna- HES TAKING THE OFFER!!! HELL YEAH!! OH I KNOW FOR A FACT BRIAN IS HAPPY! look at them! All cute and shit!…what’s happening…is Justin gonna.. OH MY GOD I DONT THINK THATS HAPPENED YET?! HAS IT? BRIAN! OKAY!!! Kinda sad that its almost as if Justin had to do that to feel some control. I’m mad again because of the party’ he then proceeded to get up and walk outside for a smoke and then came back in and went ‘okay i have a serious question, but i think youre kind of useless so i will just ask someone else *me trying not to be offended*’ and not even 10 minutes later i hear him go ‘I SWEAR ITS A SERIOUS QUESTIO-hello? Hello? Did you hang up on me?’ And then i received a text from my uncle saying ‘why is ___ asking about how gay sex works? And if it hurts?’ I actually had no reply so i had to ask the source himself to which he them rewinded the tape and paused it at bottom!brian and went ‘NO LUBE! NO NOTHING! So do they just stick it in like all macho and hope for the best? Or? Tell him to answer me because i have a lot of questions and im afraid to ask google!’ So that’s how my day went if anybody is wondering.

Yes the hypocrisy is so real around Ben-Michael Debbie-Carl and Debbie here really has no leg to stand on because Ben is just boring and Carl is a cop. So. Yeah. Team Brother all the way.

DOES HE EVER LISTEN - no, no he doesn’t. We love Justin but the boy is 18… he is a baby.

And also the show will never ever listen to you. If it did, S5 would not have gone down like that.

And then Justin topping (thank you Randy!) Like I said, some of us have been anticipating this and Brother Anon did NOT disappoint. I was betting that he would get hung up on what topping was called but no, our man went right in for wondering why there was no prep! (Does he think you’re kinda useless because you’re not having this type of sex? You don’t need to answer that but that’s what I wondered) and I’m dying that he called your uncle to ask. I cannot imagine asking my uncle anything like this. Or even my auntie because we’re closer. I love that your uncle also hung up on him. And that he (reasonably) is afraid to ask google. You can tell him to not get his sex ed from a 20 year old tv show.

Bless you anon. This is hilarious and you have been such a faithful scribe. Thank you for continuing to bring this joy to us.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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homerinalesbianbar · 1 year

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+++ my mumblecore moment: a filmmaker contemplates cinema at the turn of the late aughts +++ paranoia novella: a woman is convinced she has murdered someone after reading the death of a young man down the street from her local grocery ++++ cataloging crises: a collection of vignettes and indexes in response to the writing process, influence, and video. ++++ Louisiana folk songs: collaborative poetry collection by Jessie McCarty and Sarah Haines where each poem feels like a letter for the other. On place, memory, and folklore. +++ grave yard madness: I make a video collection of gravesites and places that hold places inside of them and I wrap that up into a tiny bow and feast on it. is it harmful to feast on a tomb? other ideas I have would include elongating my resume to be a beastly 10 pages like a delusional little busy body who in fact never wants to stop working as it would mean what else is there for me. i take off work so that i may call lawyers who tell me, baby, your options are limited to pay the 100K in student loans or, like, try your best with bankruptcy. well boohoo i dont want to move back to the south. who does? i like working but i dont like waking up early and i get sassy when i get comfortable with the folks around me. i get silly, i get dismal. march is almost over and what do you know the blog is coming up. february was gona in a flasha nd every one was quite smitten over the pop ballads i gleaned from my pals. now it is up to me to make the next move. i fear all the money i owe will come crashing around and then i will need to showup in court like look at this budget. they will then ask me why on earth i spent 20 dollars at the local coffee shop to buy grits and a latte and i willsay: do i not deserve one little pleasure? as much as i hate to say it i think i will be much happier with a TV in the house. it will feel like i have something to fall back on. i realize it has been a few weeks since i reached out to D and i feel kinda bad about that but what am i supposed to say. i wish i wasn't prone to guilt. i want to say i am soooo sorry for not texting you but then what? he responds and I don't text back? grow up i think it's going to be a good week because i am off on tuesday to make some phone calls and sleep in a bit and and and and and. last week i saw like all my friends which ireally have been needing as it is that or ruminating all over the reddit app. nathan says, get off of that, and no you should not kill yourself, as selfishly, lots of people would be sad. i realize i want to just have enough money for a savings account and to pay my loans on time. or else i'm just suffering. plans include monday - work - yoga - sleep tuesday - yoga - phone calls - cafe - nathan dinner wednesday - work - yoga - dana dinner thursday - work - russian new wave show friday - work - vibe saturday - rent due - bills due - put money in savings sunday - bri birthday - yoga - ready for another week announce book release, link in bio. cover by lily. link to my linktree. finish digital manuscript. apply to additional part time work. get my bag up. fill out my gratitude lsit. next

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edorazzi · 4 years

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Following on from the last Mentor AU post where Marinette and Bridgette finally meet!

Adrien revealed his identity to Felix and Bri pretty quick since they were such a source of support to him, but Mari’s always been the more secretive one when it comes to true identities (and we’re ignoring the “if your partner discovers your identity you lose your Miraculous” lore, which appeared in the middle of Season 3 to justify extending the love square and contradicts previous seasons) so she’s not comfortable with anyone except Bridgette just yet - so Felix knows of her and Mari knows of Felix (Bridgette’s fiancé and a previous Chat Noir), but out of respect for Babybug’s privacy they haven’t formally met.

But Mari WILL drop by their apartment unannounced and detransformed in emergencies (literal or emotional), just like she used to do at Fu’s place, so sometimes Bri has to bundle anyone else out of the way VERY fast. Chat is too much of a gentleman to try peeking but this is still a deeply stressful situation for both boys crammed behind the sofa.

(Mari’s tried for a solid 30 minutes to get the Miracle Box open. There are teeth marks on it. The akuma is rampaging. Chat came ahead of her for help. Bri will figure out how to open the box in about 10 seconds because she’s magic, and she’ll feed Tikki and Marinette some cookies before they go.)

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#miraculous ladybug #bridgette cheng #felix agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #mentor au #josie's art #it's a slightly complicated setup but you know how mari KNEW fu had contact with chat noir too #and was never worried about coming over to his place untransformed and screaming about needing miraculous? that's what's up #she just never expected chat noir (or anyone else but wayzz) to be there and that kinda carries over to when she visits bri #and i think bri will have downplayed how much time she spends with chat and makes it sound like felix is his sole mentor #(verbally of course; adrien is still getting 60 hugs a day from her)#so when mari comes to see bri she expects ONLY bri; she doesn't know how much time chat spends with both of them #but this is still early days; she and chat will probably have a talk about it eventually and figure out how to organise their visits #once they realise this potentially-walking-in-on-each-other-detransformed thing is gonna be a problem #catch bri REFUSING to let mari leave and go back to the battle before she's been calmed down with chocolate chip cookies tho #adrien will obviously get some before he leaves too but he's already calm; mari needs the sugar hit to get back on track and bri KNOWS it

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y0itsbri · 3 years

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Hi Bri 🥰

C-16 if you'd like to 👀

Coffee dates and disasters

au with college!lip and barista!mandy where ian is a frequent visitor at the campus café and meets mickey under rather unfortunate circumstances. don't cry over spilled milk, buddy.

which also fits under a.u.gust for @gallavichthings

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"never would have thought you the type to come to one of these places," ian mused, looking around the small café with only lamps and string lights illuminating the space. "can't believe college changed you, man," ian clutched at his heart dramatically.

"don't worry. 'm still the annoying bastard you love so dearly," lip squeezed ian's shoulder before he sauntered up to the counter.

the barista's bored expressed brightened when she saw them. her perky demeanor was matched by a high pitched voice, "hey lip," she smiled, dark lipstick striking. she appraised ian with a somewhat predatory eye, "hello, lip's friend."

"uh, brother," ian coughed.

lip rolled his eyes, "and he's gay so don't even try it, mandy."

she pouted and flicked her hair behind her shoulder, "not that it's any of your business, anyways."

ian chuckled besides him, drawing another smile out of mandy, this one kinder, sweeter.

"what can i get you boys?"

the pink highlights glistened in her dark hair as she whipped up lip's cold brew and ian's caramel macchiato, then proceeded to insist that this one is on the house. neither of them argued, but thanked her before they settled down in some stools by the window.

"fucking the barista privileges?" ian asked, raising his eyebrow at his slut of a brother.

"i think of it more like fellow south sider charity," he rubbed his bottom lip, "but yours works too," lip smirked around the edges of his coffee cup.

"you're an idiot."

"can a man who got us free drinks really be deemed an idiot?" lip philosophized.

ian paused, taking a moment of thorough consideration. he looked lip straight in the eyes as he answered, "if that man is you, then without a doubt."

lip tried to knock ian's cup out of his hand, but failed at his attempt. ian thanked his well-practiced jrotc skills and a lifetime experience of growing up in a house packed with annoying siblings for his victory.

they chatted about the robotics classes lip was taking, how he got full-time access to one of the labs, and his weird ass roommate who may or may not be gay if ian is at all interested. ian scrunched up his face. after hearing so many horror stories about the guy, ian didn't want anywhere near him. he wasn't that desperate yet.

the second that lip was out of his seat and heading to the bathroom, the beautiful mess that was mandy descended.

"hiiii lip's gay brother," she leaned against the table.

"it's ian," he spun his empty cup in his hands. he couldn't help himself from smiling at her charisma.

"well hi, ian, i just wanted to say sorry if i spooked you earlier. i just had no idea lip's brother would be so cute!"

"his ugly mug's not too hard to beat." ian laughed. "he got the short end of the gallagher stick, literally."

"cute and charming. you're funny, ian gallagher, i like you." she placed her hand on his shoulder for a moment, a movement so soft compared to her rather frantic appearance. "come back here anytime and it's on the house, yeah? i work most evenings after three."

"oh. uh- okay," ian scrambled for words, "thanks."

she squeezed his shoulder once before lip returned with a rather obnoxious entrance.

"ayo mands, stop harassing him!"

ian ducked his head in embarrassment.

"oh, shut up! i'm just clearing your cups," she winked at ian as she left.

mandy was something else. but she was kind and good company. ian could get used to the chill atmosphere over the chaos of the gallagher house anytime. he might just take up her offer.

"you'd think with all the time you spend here, you'd be offered a scholarship or something by now." mandy sipped on her chocolate frappuccino as she laid her feet across ian's lap. he always made sure to come visit during her breaks at least twice a week during the past couple months.

ian shrugged, "guess they only had room for one gallagher."

mandy hit his arm in a way that hurt. lip was fucked if he ever broke her heart.

"does fiona even know that this is where you sneak off to?"

"yeah." mandy's look said she didn't believe him. "well, kinda. she thinks i'm visiting lip, brotherly duties and all."

"yeah? how are those brotherly duties?"

"fuck if i know."

she laughed.

"i still think you should apply here for next fall," she encouraged, "could take some art classes."

"i suck at art."

"chemistry?"

"failed that."

"business?"

"yeah, no thanks."

mandy flipped him off, "fine. botany?

"ya know what? sure." he had always wanted to grow tomatoes.

"really?!"

"heart wants what it wants, mandy. we can't all be psychology brainiacs."

"brains and beauty, what can i say?" she teased. ian laughed, eyes glistening towards his friend. mandy made things better.

"hey," she continued, "there's this concert on the main campus lawn this weekend, you should totally come!"

"isn't that just for students?"

"they don't card, dummy."

"right, right, i knew that."

"sureeee. you in?"

ian mentally checked his work schedule.

"i'm in."

lip and ian strolled into the café a few days later. okay, maybe ian had felt a bit guilty for abandoning his brotherly duties lately, but at least this way he could hang out with both his best friends. well he could have if he remembered the fact that mandy had the day off for her behavioral neuroscience midterm. they had literally spent her previous shift reviewing the terms, he should have known.

ian's couldn't help his face from falling as another blonde barista took their orders, mostly eyeing lip the whole time.

"hi lip," she smiled a little too sincerely, "what can i get for you today?"

ian had ordered something new at the recommendation of the blonde and he was not a fan. and to make matters worse, he had to actually pay for the atrocity that he wouldn't even be able to finish.

"so how's your little coffee dates with mandy?" lip asked over his cup.

ian nearly choked on his god-awful americano. "how'd you know?"

"please. she's obsessed with you. every time i see her, it's 'ian this,' 'ian that,' 'ian might apply here in next year.'"

"oh."

"yeah, oh. when were you gonna tell me?!"

“it’s all mandy’s idea, i’m not even sure i want to,” ian muttered, refusing to make eye contact.

“dude, i’ve literally shared a room with you since the day you popped out of monica’s wretched womb, you think I can’t tell when you’re lying?”

okay maybe ian had been getting increasingly more excited about the idea of attending school and actually learning things that he wants to learn. something that might actually lead him somewhere real since rotc was looking more and more like a poor man's fantasy the more that he thought about it.

“I was gonna tell you, swear on it.” and he was. once he convinced himself that lip wasn't going to straight up laugh in his face. but the look in his eye seemed genuinely supportive.

“mhm, i gotta catch my english lit class," lip stood up, swinging his tattered tan backpack across one shoulder. he patted ian's shoulder in his big brother ways, "don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

“yeah, yeah for sure! have fun learning a language you already know!” lip flipped him off at his smartass remark.

soon after, ian stood up to return his drink to the counter, the anxiety from the conversation making him entirely lose whatever appetite he might have had. plus, it wasn’t the same here without lip or mandy. he just wanted to be wrapped up in a cocoon in his own bed. but that was so far away. maybe he could catch an early ride—

thump.

ian crashed into a guy’s sturdy body.

the remnants of his shitty drink spilled in an americano nightmare over both of them, ceramic pieces shattering on the floor in a truly horrific manner.

ian yipped and the other man let out a grunt of irritation.

they were fucking soaked. well, at least the coffee wasn't hot? ian tried justifying the situation, but, nah, this was bad.

"shit! i'm so sorry, lemme," ian reached out and the shorter man flinched away.

they were now far enough apart that ian got a good look at him. a leather jacket.. now covered in ian's drink -- shit. and shockingly piercing blue eyes that lingered too long on ian's before his cheeks turned a shade of pink that made ian's stomach flutter.

he might have seemed cold if he didn’t make ian feel so warm.

"it’s cool, man. i gotta go, uh," and he walked out of the café without looking back.

fuck.

ian smelled like coffee the entire train ride to the back of the yards. he laid in his bed regretting his entire life.

no mandy. no lip. no dignity.

the day of the concert that mandy had invited him to rolled around. ian wouldn’t admit it, but he was nervous to spend a coffee-less evening with mandy, their entire friendship built inside that one room. his little bubble of safety was bursting.

well, to be honest, the bubble had burst the moment that his disaster of a coffee was spilled onto one of the most ridiculously pretty guys that he's ever seen. every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the guy’s face shift from hostile to something else. he was torn between wanting to know the his name and also on never seeing him again in fear that he would simply pass away of embarrassment.

hopefully mandy hadn't heard about it. they may not have been friends for a long time, but he already knew that she would never let him live it down.

"hey ian!" her familiar voice called. that sounded promising.

his face fell with relief as he finally spotted her at the corner. she embraced him in a warm hug before pulling back and giving him a once over.

"huh, could have sworn you'd still have coffee behind your ear or something after the description karen gave me of your little disaster the other day." she smirked, quite literally double checking behind his ears as they turned hot under her gaze.

"ugh, fuck, how much did she tell you?" he itched his forehead and scrunched up his nose.

"oh, calm your tits, it's funny as fuck." she giggled, punching his arm in a way that still unintentionally hurt.

"whatever. are you excited for the concert tonight?"

their reunion conversation lulled eventually, and ian noticed that they weren't necessarily standing alone.

no. fucking. way.

just his luck, if he was being honest. he probably deserved this.

there he stood. the man that has plagued his dreams the past few days. in a light wash jean jacket that was a little tight on the biceps, leaning casually against the wall, kicking the pebbles on the ground with his boot.

"uh, what's he doing here?" ian gestured towards the victim of The Coffee Incident.

“what, you know him?” mandy asked, walking them towards him.

“vaguely.” if that wasn’t the understatement of the year.

"huh. i didn’t think my idiot brother had any friends."

brother? how did ian not realize she had a brother?

"what, did you think i was going to babysit you all night? i can't let everyone here thinking you're my boyfriend, no offense or whatever, but you're in good hands!" she kissed his cheek, clearly not helping her own not-looking-like-her-boyfriend rule.

ian eyed said brother's good hands only to see the faded letters of FUCK U-UP on them. oh.

mandy pushed ian over to her brother, "ian, mickey. mickey, ian," she introduced before pushing and shuffling her way through the crowd of college students to find herself someone’s cheap ass fruity alcohol to mooch off of.

mickey. ian's brain repeated over and over, a chime against the murmuring sea of voices they found themselves enveloped by.

"nice jacket," ian pointed out, an awkward attempt to converse before shoving his hands back in his pockets.

"it's my second favorite." the corners of his mouth lifted like there was more to the statement. ian took the bait, as if he could resist.

"what's your first?"

"first is still airing out the fuckin’ coffee smell," he smirked as ian groaned. "oh c’mon, man, don't go crying over spilled milk."

how could he not? on the bright side, he didn’t seemed to hate ian for it.

“if it was anyone else,” mickey drawled, “they’d have to get a beat down for it.”

“why do I get a free pass?” ian mused.

“well, you’re mandy’s friend, right?”

“yup,” ian tried to suppress his disappointment. he really did. but fiona always told him he wore his heart on his sleeve.

“yeah, that ain’t why, though,” his eyebrows waggled suggestively and ian nearly felt his heart drop out of his ass.

ian blessed whatever coffee god was out there for sending him both mandy and the beautiful man in front of him.

“you wanna go listen to the band?” ian nodded his head towards the stage with passionate players jumping around like they were playing lollapalooza or some shit.

“lead the way, stud, just try to keep your drinks off of me this time,” mickey knocked into ian’s own flannel covered shoulder.

yeah, ian couldn’t believe his luck. maybe karma was finally on his side.

—

mandy smirked at her brother and best friend not-so-subtly checking each other out over the course of the night, bopping their heads to the music and downing whatever free booze they could get their hands on.

she hoped that adding mickey to the equation would be enough incentive to convince ian to stick around. things were better when he was near.

the way that ian followed mickey around like a lost puppy with that dopey moon-eyed look, it seemed like her hopes would come true.

and when both ian and mickey strolled into the café to come visit her at work the next week, mickey in his worse-for-wear leather jacket and ian in borrowed denim, she thanks the coffee gods for her luck.

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montydollcrew2 · 2 years

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No.4 is B-chan. She is a tan skin DDH09 and was a DCoord release originally (back before Dream Choice existed). Anyway, I originally got her to be Brisbane from my webcomic and she was like that for a few years, but recently I was feeling that less for a few different reasons (but mainly that I thought she didn’t particularly look like Bri, and I didn’t want to get her a new faceup ). I tried some different looks on her and have now reshelled her to be Bastet, or at least a rough approximation of my Fate OC Bastet from a while back. She’s still kinda a work in progress (her jewellery is just repurposed bracelets and necklaces for people, so I’d like to get her some stuff actually intended for 1/3 dolls at some point), but she’s very cute.

I originally got her in mid March 2017, and changed her into Bastet around April 2021.

Update: I ended up selling B-chan in early 2023, but I’ll leave her post up for memories.

#dollfie dream #dollfiedream #DDH09 #dd bchan

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bellaireland1981 · 3 years

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New Beginnings: A Christmas at Disney

Summary: Follow up to New Beginnings series- Andy and Briella head to Disney World with Jacob, Ava and Bri’s parents for Christmas. A little bit of Christmas magic mixed with a little bit of Disney magic and you never know what will happen!

Characters: Andy Barber x Briella James (named reader), Ava James, Jacob Barber, and Briella’s parents.

Warnings: None- FLUFF and lots of sweetness

Word count: 5k (it got away from me!)

**Read the series starting with Ch 1 HERE

A/N: I do not give permission to copy or post my work on any other website or platform. Reblogs are always welcome. Andy Barber and Jacob Barber are characters that do not belong to me. All other characters in this story are my own. Thank you @denisemarieangelina for reading and being my sounding board for all things Disney!

“Slow down, Princess” Andy laughed as Ava all but dragged him towards the entrance to Magic Kingdom. “It’s not going anywhere.”

“Someone sure is excited to get to Disney!” Your mom laughed, walking behind with you, Jacob and your dad.

She wasn’t wrong. Ava had been a ball of excitement since you’d gotten on the plane to fly to Orlando. You were staying on property at the Contemporary Resort, so the Disney magic had started at the airport when you’d boarded the Disney bus to head to the hotel. Once you’d arrived, she’d discovered several gifts on her bed of the hotel, including a breakfast reservation with all of the princesses.

“I can’t be late to meet the princesses! Hurry!” She begged.

“We have plenty of time, Monkey” You assured her, “We have early entry to the park, and breakfast isn’t for another hour.”

That seemed to satisfy her some, as she slowed down at least. You all made your way into the park and started out on Main Street, looking in some of the shops. Soon, it was time to make your way over to breakfast at Cinderella’s Castle. Ava was beyond excited at this point. Jacob walked ahead with her, holding her hand so she didn’t get too far ahead of everyone.

“She’s in heaven.” Andy said, smiling at Ava as she interacted with all of the princesses. “I love seeing her so happy.”

“She’ll be on cloud nine for the rest of the day, and probably the trip.” You agreed.

“This just might be the highlight of her entire year.” Your dad laughed.

After breakfast, you moved through more of the park until lunch time. By then Ava was starting to get tired, so you and Andy took her back to the hotel to rest for a bit. Your parents stayed at the park with Jacob, continuing to explore the park.

Ava was already asleep when you got to the hotel. Andy carried her to the room and gently laid her on the bed.

“We’ll let her recharge her batteries and then we can head back for some more.” You said, “I know she won’t want to miss the parade or the fireworks later.”

While Ava slept, you and Andy ate a light lunch on the balcony of the room and enjoyed some quiet time together. Once Ava woke up, you got her some lunch and the three of you headed back into the park to meet up with Jacob and your parents.

You spend the afternoon going through the park,meeting all the characters, and riding as many rides as possible. By the time the parade begins, you’re convinced Ava and Jacob are both riding a permanent sugar high. You’ve never laughed so much as you did watching the two of them go through Disney together.

You snap lots of pictures of the various floats and characters as they go by. Being Christmastime, all of the floats and characters were decked out in holiday decorations. It made an already magical place, extra special.

“I love that Jake is having just as much fun as Ava, even though he’s a teenager.” Andy said, wrapping arms around you and resting his chin on your head. “I always wanted to bring him, but Laurie never seemed interested.”

“Well, we can make up for lost time now.” You promised, “We can make it our mission to visit during all of the holidays at least once. Or at least visit once in every season.”

“We may need to look at an annual pass,” Andy laughed, “But I’m sure Ava and Jacob would both like that plan.”

“I think you’re right.” You agreed, “They’ve both caught the Disney Magic, and I don’t think there’s a cure.”

“Mommy, when do the fireworks start?” Ava asked, turning to look at you from her perch on a nearby bench. Jacob was standing next to her, ensuring she didn’t fall.

“Soon, Monkey” You replied, “It’s after the light parade and when it gets just a little bit darker.”

“You’re going to love this Ava!” Jacob said, “I watched a YouTube video of it and I bet it’s even better in person!”

Jacob wasn’t wrong, the fireworks show was breathtaking. They were both mesmerized the entire show. You and Andy kept stealing glances at one another from over the tops of the kids’ heads. Once the show was over you started the trek back to the monorail to head back to the hotel. Jacob gave Ava a piggy back ride, as she was beyond exhausted while you and Andy walked behind them, and your parents walked in front of them.

Once back at the hotel, your parents went to their suite next to yours and the four of you headed into your suite. Ava was half asleep on Jacob’s back. Andy carefully lifted her off and carried her to one of the bedrooms.

“Do we need to wake her up to use the bathroom or change?” Andy asked you, gently laying her down on the bed and carefully pulling her shoes off.

“She should be ok as she is.” You replied, smiling at how loving and gentle he was with her.

“I’m going to crash too.” Jacob said, coming in and flopping down onto the other bed. “Thank you for bringing us. Today was a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Andy smiled at Jacob, “Sorry it took so long to get you here, Pal.”

“It’s better this way.” He replied, “It’ll only be good memories. Not tainted.”

“We love you, Jacob” You said gently, “There’s a lot more happy memories to be made, get some sleep sweetheart.”

You and Andy made your way out of their room, into the sitting area of the suite. He grabbed your hand and gently pulled you to the sofa, sitting down and pulling you into his lap.

“The past 3 months have been so amazing, I keep forgetting he’s still healing and coming to terms with everything that happened.” Andy sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against yours. You wound your arms around him, your fingers gently threading in this hair.

“I have no doubt that there’s still a long road to recovery for him, but I can assure you, he’s come so far the last few months.” You reassure him. “He’s resilient, strong, and has a huge heart. He also has an amazing dad in his corner. And now he has Ava and me who will always be there for him, and pseudo grandparents.”

“I love you, Sweetheart.” Andy said, his lips finding your own.

“I love you too, Andy.” You replied between kisses. You both stayed on the couch for a while, enjoying the stillness of the night and being in each other’s arms. Eventually you made your way to the second bedroom in the suite and fell into an exhausted sleep curled into each other.

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The next morning was Christmas Eve. You’d all decided to order room service for breakfast before heading to Animal Kingdom for the day.

While waiting on breakfast to get delivered to the room, you and Ava go into the bathroom where you braid her hair for her in an Elsa style braid per her request. Once finished, she goes out to join Jacob to plan out what they want to see that day. You quickly finish getting ready and then join everyone in the common area of the suite.

After the food arrives, you help Andy get it all set up on the table for everyone. While setting the table you and Andy overhear Ava asking Jacob about Santa.

“Jakey,” Ava asked softly, “Will Santa be able to find me here at the hotel? And how will he get in? There’s no fireplace here… and we don’t have stockings or a tree!”

“He knows where we’re at, Kiddo.” He reassured her, “And he’s got magic, remember? He doesn’t need a fireplace to get in.”

“But what about the stockings and the tree?” She asked, not convinced, “Those are still at home.”

“We’re at Disney” He replied, “Between Disney magic and Santa’s magic, I think it’ll be covered.”

“Promise?” She asked, holding out her pinky to Jacob.

“Promise.” he said, linking his pinky with hers.

You looked at Andy, worried. You hadn’t thought about this aspect of being away for Christmas. Of course Ava would be worried about Santa not coming and being upset about not having the tree and stockings up.

“I’ll take care of it.” Andy whispered, reassuring you. He pulled you close and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “Trust me.”

“Always” You replied, smiling.

“Who’s ready for more Disney today?” Your dad said coming in through the suite door. “I hear Animal Kingdom is on tap for the day!”

“ME!” Ava said, jumping up and running over to hug him. “I can’t wait to see the animals and go on the safari! Jacob showed me a video!”

“I’ll bet it’s going to be another fun-filled day!” Your mom said. “And I heard one of the hotel workers say they’re preparing a giant batch of cookies for a certain someone who’ll be stopping by with presents tonight!”

“Really?” Ava asked, “Mommy! We need some of those cookies!”

“I’ll look into it Monkey.” You promised. “Let’s eat so we can get over to Animal Kingdom.”

Once everyone had finished eating you all headed down to the front of the hotel to catch the shuttle bus to Animal Kingdom.

Jacob and Ava wanted to do the safari first when you arrived so you headed over there.

“It’s kinda like when we first met at the zoo.” Jacob said, smiling at Ava. “Not a train, but still cool.”

“That was the best day EVER!” Ava exclaimed, “Mommy and I got you and Andy that day!”

“You sure did, Princess.” Andy said, smiling lovingly at her. “You and your Mommy captured our hearts that day for sure.”

“Definitely the best day.” You said, wiping a stray tear from your eyes, smiling.

The safari was incredible. It was fun watching Jacob and Ava point out the animals and bonding over animals again.

“Those two have such an amazing bond.” Your mom said once you’d finished the safari. “They remind me of you and your brother when you were little.”

“They really do.” You agreed, “It makes my heart melt watching them together.”

“They’ve definitely already adopted one another.” Andy added. “I love getting to see Jake in a protective big brother role.”

“He’s got the role down pat for sure.” Your dad winked at Andy.

You headed to Pandora the world of Avatar next and spent a few hours there, before grabbing lunch and continuing on to the rest of the park.

You decided to head back to the hotel before dinner time, opting to eat at the hotel rather than Animal Kingdom.

While you headed to the pick up area to catch the bus, Andy nodded at Jacob who smiled and walked ahead with Ava a little bit in order to talk to her.

“It’s time, Kiddo.” He whispered, “Remember what dad wants you to say?”

“Yes!” She whispered back, excitedly. “I need to go to Cinderella’s wishing well and make a wish!”

“Good job.” He smiled at her, “Make sure to really sell it!”

They stopped at the bus pick up and waited for everyone to catch up. The trip back to the hotel didn’t take too long. When they arrived back and got off the bus, Andy winked at Ava over your shoulder.

“MOMMY!” Ava exclaimed, “We have to go back to the Magic Kingdom! I have to go to Cinderella’s wishing well!”

“Ok, Monkey” You said, amused, “We can go back tomorrow.”

“NO!” She insisted, “I have to go TONIGHT! It’s Christmas EVE and Jacob said that Disney magic AND Santa magic are EXTRA special. So I HAVE to make the wish tonight. Pleeeeeaaasssseee?”

“How about we take the monorail and go to the wishing well then just get dinner at the Magic Kingdom tonight?” Andy suggested, “It’s still early enough.”

“We can see if there is availability to eat at Cinderella’s Royal Table.” Your mom suggested, “I know our little Princess would love that.”

“Sounds like fun to me!” Jacob said, “We can see the fireworks show again!”

“Ok then,” You laughed, “I guess we’re not done with Disney today just yet.”

“YAY!” Ava yelled, happily. “Let’s go! Let’s go!” She tugged Jacob’s hand and started moving to the monorail.

“You know we can’t always give in though, right?” You asked Andy, laughing, “We’re creating a monster here.”

“I know, but it’s Christmas.” Andy shrugged, smiling, “And it’s Disney.”

“Wrapped around her little finger.” you laughed

“Possibly.” He agreed. “Come on, let’s go experience some more magic.”

You rode the monorail into the Magic Kingdom and immediately headed towards Cinderella’s wishing well for Ava.

“While we’re here did you want to go on any of the rides again or see anything else?” You asked the kids.

“Nope! Just the wishing well!” Ava said, “And what Nana said for dinner. I like that!”

“I’m good.” Jacob agreed, “We’re doing Epcot tomorrow for Christmas around the world”?

“Yup!” You confirmed, “We’ll do breakfast and presents in the morning and then head to Epcot later.”

“Cool.” he smiled. “There was a shop I kinda wanted to go back to on Main Street if that’s ok on our way out?”

“Of course!” You said, “We can stop after dinner. I may pick up some treats from the candy shop too.”

“Now who has whom wrapped around their finger?” Andy teased you, mimicking your earlier words.

“Hush” You laughed, “Not the same thing.”

“Uh huh.” He nodded, smirking. “Your argument is weak, my love.”

Once you arrived at the wishing well your mom and dad walked up with Ava and Jacob giving them each coins to toss into the well.

“Andy and Bri, you make wishes too.” Your mom said smiling, her hand holding out two more coins. You and Andy reached over and took the coins.

“You have to hold the coin in your hand really tight” Ava told Jacob, “Squeeze your eyes close and think REALLY hard about what you want to wish for. If you think about it and wish hard enough, it’ll come true!”

Jacob followed her instructions and made his wish, tossing the coin into the well. Ava made her wish next, tossing her coin into the well.

“Your turn Mommy!” Ava said, “Make a wish! Close your eyes REALLY REALLY tight and wish SUPER hard!”

Andy smiled at her, winking. You laughed, then closed your eyes tightly and made a show about really thinking about your wish, wanting to make Ava happy. In reality, you already had everything you could wish for. You finally tossed your coin into the well, opening your eyes.

“Ok, Andy…” You said, turning around to face him, your words getting stuck when you saw him.

While you were making your wish, Andy pulled the ring he’d been holding onto out of his pocket and had dropped down to one knee.

“Everything I could possibly wish for is already right here with me, Bri.” He said, his voice full of emotion. “I never really believed in second chances or in happily ever after until I was lucky enough to meet you and Ava. I was determined to be the best dad I could to Jacob and make our own happiness. We moved here for a fresh start, and I was given that and so much more. You embraced Jacob and he immediately started healing, and finding himself again. I was probably already half in love with you when we met for that reason alone. I fell completely in love with you the day in the zoo. Watching you with Ava and Jacob, I knew that’s what a mother’s love was supposed to look like. My heart was also captured by a little Princess that day. Bri, I love you completely with everything that I am. I love Ava as if she were my own. I love our little family that we’ve created. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of our lives together, raising these two crazy kids, and any more that may come along.”

You wiped at the tears now steadily streaming down your face at his words. Your heart bursting with love for him.

“Briella James, will you marry me?” Andy asked, smiling up at you, his eyes brimming with love for you.

“YES!” You exclaimed happily through your tears. Andy slipped the ring on your finger and then stood up, pulling you to him and kissing you.

You could hear loud applause all around from your parents, Jacob and Ava, but also from many strangers who had witnessed the proposal.

“I love you too, Andy.” You said when you could regained your composure. “More than I can possibly put into words.”

“Congratulations you two!” Your mom and dad said, coming over to hug you. Ava bounded over and threw herself into Andy’s arms hugging him tightly.

“I’m really glad you said yes.” Jacob said hugging you, “I mean I figured you would, but I’m still really glad. I love you Bri.”

“I love you too, Jacob.” You replied, a fresh wave of tears springing to your eyes.

“My wish came true!” Ave laughed happily, “Jacob was right! Disney magic and Christmas magic together makes the wish more powerful!”

“We have reservations at Cinderella’s Royal Table in 20 minutes.” Your dad said, winking at you. “Let’s get some pictures and then we can head over.”

Your parents snapped pictures of you and Andy and then of you both with the kids before a very helpful cast member came over and offered to take a picture of everyone together. One you were done with pictures, you made your way to dinner.

Like the princess breakfast, Ava was enamored by everything at dinner. It was fun to see her so excited. You kept sneaking peeks at your left hand, smiling whenever you saw your ring. Andy saw you looking and smiled widely.

After dinner, you all went to the shops on Main Street for some last minute shopping. Once you were all done you decided to skip the fireworks show again and head back to the hotel. Ava was anxious to pick up cookies and place them out for Santa and it had been a very eventful day.

The trip back was quick as most people were staying until the park closed. When you entered the hotel you took Ava to go get some cookies while everyone else headed up to the rooms. You knew Andy had something planned for her, but he hadn’t let you in on exactly what the surprise was.

Once Ava picked out the perfect cookies for Santa you headed up to the suite. When you walked in you both let out surprised gasps. While you’d been gone today, your suite had been turned into a Christmas wonderland. It could almost rival the North Pole. In one corner of the common space, a large tree had been set up and decorated. Garland was strung around the suite, what looked like mistletoe was hung by the balcony doors and on one wall, stockings were hung. The stockings were all Disney themed and had everyone’s names embroidered on them.

“MOMMY!” Ava exclaimed, “It’s BEAUTIFUL!”

“It really is, Monkey.” You agreed, “It’s perfect.” You looked over at Andy, smiling. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down so you could kiss him. “Thank you.” You whispered.

“Of course,” he replied, kissing you back. “Anything to put a smile on our Princess’ face.”

Jacob helped Ava get the cookies on a plate and placed a small carton of Milk next to it with a note. Ava had written the note to Santa earlier in the day and sealed it in a hotel envelope so we couldn’t see it. She insisted it was for Santa only.

“Alright, Princess,” Andy said, “Time to get ready for bed and head off to dreamland so Santa can come.”

“Ok!” She said, hopping up and heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth and change.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that willing to go to bed before.” You laughed.

Your parents said goodnight and headed to their room, and Jacob went and got ready for bed after Ava was finished.

When both kids were ready for bed you went in to tuck Ava into bed.

“Mommy, can Jacob read me a bedtime story first?” Ava asked.

“That’s up to him, Monkey.” You said, “But off to sleep you go after one story.”

“I’ll read to you, Kiddo.” Jacob agreed. “Goodnight Bri.”

“Goodnight Jacob,” You smiled, “You’re already such an amazing big brother.”

“She makes it easy.” He shrugged, smiling bashfully.

“Good night Mommy!” Ava said, “I love you!”

“Goodnight, Monkey.” You replied, “I love you too. And I love you, Jacob.”

“Love you too.” He said smiling and grabbing a book to read to Ava.

You backed out of their room, quietly closing the door, and headed to your room to change and help Andy get everything set up for Ava for morning from Santa.

“Just when I think I can’t possibly love you any more than I already do, you go and prove me wrong.” You said wrapping your arms around Andy’s waist from behind and dropping a kiss on his shoulder blade. He turned in your arms and cupped your face gently in his hands, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“I love you too, Sweetheart.” He replied, leaning in to capture your lips again.

“How did I get so lucky that I get forever with you, my incredible fiance?” You asked.

“The luck is all mine, my beautiful future wife.” He replied.

Smiling, you both set to work filling stockings and getting all the gifts and Santa gifts under the tree. When you were about done, you noticed Andy pulling a small box out of a Disney bag that you didn’t remember picking up.

“I wanted to ask you something.” Andy said, looking almost as nervous as when he proposed.

“I already said, ‘Yes’.” You teased him.

“And I’m really glad you did, or this would be super awkward” He laughed, letting out a breath he’d been holding and sitting down on the bed. “I saw this necklace the day that I found your ring, and immediately knew I was going to get it for Ava. I know that by getting married, we are both gaining another child. I love Ava as if she were already mine, and I wanted to ask you, before asking her, if once we’re married, if I could legally adopt her? I want her to officially be my daughter.”

“Andy, of course you can!” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. “I love that you love her and want to adopt her. And I know she’ll be ecstatic when you ask her. She already looks at you like her dad.”

“Think she’ll like the necklace?” He asked, opening the box to show you. Inside the box was a delicate silver chain with a locket and tiara charm. You carefully opened the locket and inside there was a tiny picture of the two of them that’d been taken at her birthday party on one side and on the other side it said ‘Daddy’s Princess’.

“She will love it.” You confirmed, “Almost as much as she already loves you.” You put the necklace back into the box and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. “You’re perfect, my love.”

“Far from perfect, but given a lifetime with you, I may get closer to it.” He replied.

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The next morning you were woken up to Ava bounding into your room and jumping onto the bed.

“SANTA CAME!” She exclaimed, “WAKE UP! WAKE UP! IT’S CHRISTMAS!”

“We’re awake, Princess.” Andy laughed, grabbing her and pulling her down between the two of you, tickling her. “Give us a minute and we’ll be right out to see what Santa left for you.”

“HURRY!” She ordered, laughing and running off into the common area.

“Guess that’s our wake up call.” You laughed, looking at the clock next to the bed. “At least she waited until 6:30. Last year she had me up at 5.”

“I have a feeling Jacob may have been keeping her contained for a bit.” Andy guessed.

“That would make more sense.” You agreed, “Let’s go before she comes back in.”

The two of you made your way out the other room. You stopped quickly to start coffee on your way.

“Ok, dig into the stockings” You said, “Everything else waits until Nana and Papa are over here.”

You all looked through your stockings, loving the variety of treats, and small gifts that filled each one. While you were all engaged in stockings your parents came over and joined you all.

“YAY!” Ava said happily, running over to hug her grandparents. “Nana and Papa are here so we can open ALL the presents!”

“To be young and have that much energy again.” Your dad laughed.

“You’re not wrong.” Andy agreed, “If we could bottle an ounce of her energy we could make millions.”

“I don’t know if I could even handle THAT much energy.” Your mom replied.

“Alright Monkey, we’ll do presents and then breakfast” You said.

Lots of paper and ribbons later, you were down to the last couple of gifts. Jacob handed you a package at the same time that Andy handed Ava the small box.

“This is for you Princess.” Andy said. He sat down next to hear while she tore the wrapping off and opened the box.

“It’s BEAUTIFUL!” She exclaimed, beaming at Andy. “Thank you so much!”

“Open it, Monkey.” You encouraged her, tears already filling your eyes. Knowing something big was about to happen, your mom had her cell phone out recording the moment.

Ava carefully opened up the locket and saw the picture of her and Andy from her party. She was still new with reading but was good at sounding things out, and could recognize words she was more familiar with, so you weren’t surprised when she was able to read the inside of the locket.

“Daddy’s Little Princess.” She read aloud, slowly and quietly. She paused for a moment, then looked up at Andy, then to you. You nodded to her encouragingly. “You… want to be my... Daddy?”

“I very much want to be your Daddy, Princess.” Andy said, his voice thick with emotion, “If that’s OK with you?”

“YES!” She exclaimed, launching herself into his arms, her own winding around his neck tightly. “I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you too, Princess.” He replied, tears slipping down his cheeks. Your own were wet with tears, as well. Your heart was bursting with happiness. “Your mommy and I talked and she said that I could adopt you. That means officially you’ll be my daughter too, and as soon as Mommy and I are married, we can change both hers and your last name to Barber.”

“And Jacob will be my brother for REAL?” She asked happily.

“I’m already your brother for real Kiddo.” Jacob said coming over to hug her.

“Yes he is.” Andy confirmed.

“Bri, open yours next.” Jacob said.

You smiled, picking up the package again and carefully unwrapping it. You opened the box and moved the tissue paper aside. Nestled in the paper was a bracelet with several charms on it. You looked at the charms closely, tears once more springing to your eyes. In the middle was a charm that said ‘Mom’, with the O being minnie mouse. On each side of that charm were birthstone charms. One for Ava and one for Jacob.

“Jacob…” you said, your voice horse from emotion, “this is so beautiful. Thank You!” You reach over and pull him into a hug.

“There’s more” he whispered as he hugged you back. He pulled away and you looked back down into the box. Tucked in with the bracelet was a folded up piece of paper. You took it out, carefully unfolding it. After the first few lines you read you realized what you were reading. Your head shot up and you caught Andy’s eye over Jacob’s head. He had tears still gathered in his eyes and he nodded slightly, letting you know he knew about the paper. You assumed Andy had been responsible for having the paper formally drafted, but it was a petition of adoption.

“Jacob…” You said, “If you’re sure this is what you want, I would be honored to adopt you and be your mom. I love you, Sweetheart.”

“I’m sure.” He said firmly, “I love you too. You’ve been more of a mom to me in the last 5 months than my biological mother was in 14 years. I know what a mom is supposed to be since I met you.”

You hugged him tightly, as though you could put all his pieces back together again in that one hug. You knew it would take time, but you swore you’d help to undo the damage that Laurie had done to him.

“I think this has been the best Christmas in a long time.” Your dad said, voice breaking with emotion.

“There’s only the best yet to come.” Andy said, sitting next to you and Jacob with Ava on his lap.

“Papa is right!” Ava declared, “I wished on my birthday candles that we’d be a real family, and then I asked Santa this year to make Andy my Daddy and Jacob my big brother!”

“It looks like the birthday Fairy and Santa delivered then huh, Monkey?” You said, beaming at your daughter.

“Yup!” She agreed. “I think next, I’ll wish for a baby brother or sister!” Everyone burst out laughing. You and Andy looked at each other over her head, you’re sure your eyes were as big as saucers. He just winked and smiled.

@nickysurfer28 @jamielea81 @fluffymisha97 @waywardodysseys @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss

#AndyBarber x OFC Andy Barber x reader AndyBarberFanFic Chris Evans Defending Jacob

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dimitrescus-bitch · 3 years

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Smokeshow (Brianna Hanson x Reader)

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You had known Brianna for a long time. Her father had represented your father in your parents’ divorce case. While you grew to hate Robert Hanson, you couldn’t bring yourself to allow that emotion to carry over to Brianna. She had been the cool, kind of older girl who had always let you tag along with her. As adults, the two of you had stayed close because you “hadn’t turned into a garbage bitch yet.”

“I think you have the right idea,” Brianna said as she laid out on your couch. The two of you had a tradition of getting together every couple of weeks or so and getting absolutely stoned.

“The right idea about what?” you asked and Brianna turned over onto her stomach. She looked up at you and tilted her head, like she was deep in thought. “Bri?”

“I never let anybody else call me that,” Brianna said as she sat up a little bit. You knew where this was going. Brianna was affectionate with you whenever she was high. It didn’t matter if she was completely out of it or a little buzzed, you could expect a kiss or an un-Brianna-like amount of cuddling.

Brianna’s hand came up to caress your cheek and you closed your eyes. You could feel her moving towards you. You could feel her warm breath on your face as she waited for you to make a move as well. The longer you waited, the shakier her breath seemed to get, like she was scared she read you wrong. Finally, you caved and moved in as well, connecting your lips in a kiss.

It started slowly. Just the simple press, but that wasn’t enough. Brianna’s hands fell down to your neck and at the new angle, she found it easier to slip her tongue through your lips. Brianna was a good kisser, you knew that, but she’d never kissed you like that. Your brain was having trouble trying to figure out what you should do next, but she had that covered.

“Is this okay?” Brianna asked you, breaking the kiss. You stared up at her and nodded, your throat too dry for a verbal response. Brianna smiled at you and pulled you forward, onto her lap.

Her hands rested on the outside of your thighs. She didn’t move them, but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about what’d happen if she did. This time, you made the move in towards her for the kiss. It had taken Brianna a bit by surprise, but she eagerly kissed you back.

Taking charge had always been something Brianna liked doing. It seemed that she was no different when it came to intimacy. You didn’t mind that though, Brianna was good at what she was doing. Nobody had really gotten you wound up so much from just kissing since you were a teenager.

“Have you seen my bedroom lately?” Brianna asked you and you shook your head. “Do you want to?”

“Definitely,” you answered. Without skipping a beat, Brianna stood up and carried you upstairs to her bedroom bridal style. You had yelped when she first hoisted you into the air and she tightened her arms around you a little. “Cool room.”

“How long have you been waiting to say that one?” Brianna asked you and you shrugged. She laid you down on her bed and you pulled her on top of you. Brianna moved your hand away from her collar, sat up a little bit, and pulled her shirt off. You bit your lip as you admired her body. “Quit staring, if you wanna look at me so badly just take a fucking picture later.”

That was the first indication that Brianna needed you just as much as you needed her in the moment. You sat up a little and scooted back until you hit the headboard. Brianna moved up with you and you looped your fingers around her belt loops in her pants. Brianna straddled your lap and pulled your head closer towards her. You pressed a kiss to her shoulder and followed it down her collar bone and chest.

You kept kissing lower and lower until you met the waistband of her jeans. Brianna’s hands pushed your head back a little so that she could unbutton her pants. Your fingers curled over the edge of her pants and dipped barely into her underwear before pulling both down. Brianna moved so that her pants and underwear could be completely taken off easier. When you came back to the bed, she was laying back against the pillows, completely naked.

For a moment, you debated going up to give her a kiss. You realized that if Brianna wanted that, she’d let you know, so you just settled yourself in between her legs. Brianna moved one of her legs over your shoulder and then bent it so that the back of her knee was pressing up against your neck.

You started by dragging your tongue slowly up from her entrance through her folds and just barely grazing by her clit. Brianna’s leg moved in and pressed your head against her a bit more. She was definitely wet and not wanting to wait around for you to tease her. You took a few more longer strides of your tongue before you focused your tongue exclusively on her clit.

“Fuck yes,” Brianna moaned as you slid two fingers inside of her. You started at a reasonable pace, not wanting to go too fast too early. You wanted your time with Brianna to last because you didn’t know what she’d be thinking when all of this was over. For a moment, you glanced up at Brianna to find her staring down at you with her mouth open and nothing but desire in her eyes.

You squeezed your thighs to relieve some of the pressure as you looked away from her. You thrust your fingers a little harder and made more precise movements with your tongue. Brianna’s thighs flexed and she lifted her hips off of the bed. Then, she fell back against the bed and you moved out from between her legs.

“Come here.” Brianna motioned for you and you laid down beside her. She put her hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. This time, her tongue immediately sought out yours. She moaned a little at the taste of herself on your tongue before she laid back and pulled you into her arms. “Gimme your shirt, I’m kinda cold.”

“Okay.” You sat up and pulled your shirt over your head before handing it to Brianna. She put it on and then pulled you back into the position you’d been in before.

“A little nap and then I’m gonna rock your fucking world,” Brianna promised you.

#brianna hanson #brianna hanson imagine #brianna hanson x reader #brianna hanson imagines #grace and frankie #grace and frankie imagine #grace and frankie imagines

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goldensmilingbird · 3 months

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I'm thinking about Bugettes

And how they would fit into my personal fanon

I love the designs on the right, and though I wouldn't want to have too much superheroes, it would be neat if they were a separate group from Quantic Kids and did their own thing (maybe they could be antiheroes or rivals?). I think it would fit with that early concept where there aren't akumas, just kwamis that can help people fulfill whatever wish they want, whether it's good or bad.

For personalities, I kinda mashed the descriptions from 2012 bibles with my own headcanons.

I want Chloe to like, actually be popular. To be the kind of person who can sweet-talk people into doing what she wants instead of just threatening them. Actually, I'm kinda picturing this girl. And I want her to be a fashion rival to Bri/Mari. She might not be academically smart but she's not stupid.

The whole "she wants to date Felix even though she doesn't actually like him" thing can stay but I'm also making her gay. I just like the idea that she looked at all pretty rich boys and specifically chose the one that doesn't like her to have a "crush" on. Also I kinda imagine her as Allegra's cousin maybe.

Sabrina... The way she's described makes her sound different to canon Sabrina, with elements of Lila's personality. I don't know if I want to give different names to concept Chloe and Alix, but I nicknamed her Sybil in my head.

I'm picturing her as a strict class rep with a soft spot for Chloe, a reporter and Alya's rival. More snarky and introverted in reality, but she tries to be more like Chloe because she wants people to like her, and she doesn't see herself as that interesting on her own.

And then Alix joins the group and starts shaking up their dynamic. Chloe tries to show her how to be more feminine, but Alix soon realises that's not what she actually wants. And actually, they're not a girl or a boy, for that matter. But she still likes Chloe's confidence and bonds with Sybil too.

I want her to be sort of friends with Felix as well. They might be different and hang out in different groups, but still find themselves awkwardly bonding because neither of them really fit in. Also I headcanon them both as aspec and trans. This is them to me (except Alix is agender). Chloe is a bit jealous of them hanging out, but for different reasons than she thinks.

Anyway

They're a messy polycule to me (two lesbian girls and one smol aroace agender menace)

#how do i tag this #the bugettes #my fanon #i use both she and they for aIix btw

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mishervellous · 3 years

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hmm have your pick or answer all 3! 🥰

fiona gallagher landlord or debbie-does-it-all plot line?

frank x liam or frank x carl?

gallavich early seasons or later seasons?

Bri bby! 🥰🥰🌺

oof these are some tough ones, but Imma try and answer them all!

Landlord Fiona or Debbie-does-it-all

I will have to go with Debbie on this one. I think it was nice to see a plot line at all for Debbie FINALLY, but most importantly one that weirdly made sense for her. she’s always been the creative, and resourceful one when it came to making money, so to see her kinda going back to her s1 roots was nice—I really enjoyed it! Landlord Fiona I didn’t mind it that much but I think the writers just ruined it lmao though I loved the resolution in the end. so like…it started out promising, went downhill, and then ended with a bang eheh

Frank x Liam or Frank x Carl

I’m not gonna lie, this was tough! I don’t know if this is controversial tbh but I used to love Frank and Carl’s relationship. like Frank is still an asshole and yada yada yada but it was that weird, Gallagheresque bonding that made me laugh, and smile. but I gotta go with Frank and Liam—dang, I loved their bond so much! I think it stems from my undying love of Liam as a stand-alone character, like that dude is the best so I knew it’d be hard for Frank to treat him that badly. I love the contrast between their personalities, how they’re almost polar opposite of each other—whereas Frank and Carl were mostly on the same page, or rather Frank got Carl on his page eventually lmao but Liam stayed himself, with his beliefs, and values and Frank still stuck around him. that’s why I like them so much :)

Early seasons Gallavich or Later seasons Gallavich

Bri… this is like asking me if I’d rather spend a day on a beautiful beach or eat my favorite ice cream—why can’t I do both?!? Now… don’t get me wrong, I LOVE ADORE them being a thing, an item—and don’t even get me started on them being husbands. It’s actually the best thing ever and just thinking about it makes me emotional. with that said, the earlier seasons’ dynamics are what made me fall in love with them in the first place so I gotta go with them. they have this vibe, and energy that just keeps you glued to the screen from the first to the last scene, you wanna know more, you want more from them!! like you wanna punch these two clueless assholes and hug them at the same time.

It’s especially early seasons Mickey that does it for me. to be fair I have the biggest, most embarrassing crush on him so I might be highly biased eheh but I think that the juxtaposition of his personality clashing with the things he says/does with and for Ian… it’s perfect. and it’s not even those grand gestures we get to see later on in the series, I’m talking about those small things Mickey does that completely contradict what he said/did in previous scenes. it’s those subtle ways we see him fall in love with Ian despite his fears, and the way we end up falling in love with Mickey at the same time Ian’s falling in love with him because of them. it’s just magical!

sorry this was so long sdnsisnsi but it was so much fun!! let me know your thoughts hun 🥰🥰💙

#thanks for the ask 🌺#ask game #y0itsbri #💙💙💙💙#ask

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thehollowsoldat · 3 years

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Days of Awe | Comics 616

Summary: 10 Scenes for the 10 Days of Awe.

Judaism in his memories is watching Zadye put on teffilin, wrapping him and Becca under his tallis. Becca, Mom, and Dad bathed in candlelight, examining their fingernails at Havdalah. The menorah in the window, pushing back the dark.

Using “Captain America & Bucky: The Life Story of Bucky Barnes” as a base. Some of the dialogue and scenes start from there. Shout out to HebCal for having the dates of Jewish holidays from the 1930s.

Writer is Jewish in which they’re writing something so self-indulgent. This is Not Done but I'll come back and edit... Another time.

Warnings: Period-Typical Antisemetism

Jewish Notes (alphabetical order): Links for the bigger concepts go to My Jewish Learning.

Bris: Ritual circumcision of a male infant.

Bubbe: Yiddish for Grandmother

Kol Nidre: Evening service of Yom Kippur.

Pesach: Passover, celebrating the Exodus of the Jews from Egypt. Includes a ritual meal called a seder, removing all leavened bread from the house.

Rosh Hashanah: Jewish New Year. Occurs in late summer/early autumn. Kicks off the High Holy Days/Days of Awe.

Shabbat: Jewish day of rest (Saturday). Starts Friday night with lighting of candles and prayer. Ends with Havdalah on Saturday night.

Shiva: Period of mourning after a Jewish funeral. Traditionally lasts for 7 days, though can be shortened due to a holiday.

Tallis: Or Tallit. Prayer Shawl worn during morning prayer.

Tashlich: Casting off of sins through scattering bread crumbs in water.

Teffilin: cubic black leather boxes with leather straps that Orthodox Jewish men wear on their head and their arm during weekday morning prayer.

Yom Kippur: Day of Atonement, Holiest Day of the year. Closes out the High Holy Days. Fasting and intensive prayer that focuses on atonement and repentance.

Zayde: Yiddish for Grandfather

1925: Shelbyville, Indiana

He’s born on a spring day in 1925. Little does he know his parents have been arguing about what to name him since Winnie knew she was pregnant. James Buchanan Barnes, Jr.? Something else? Jews don’t name babies after living people. How to raise him. Protestant or Jewish?

James Senior is a decent husband. He provides. He gets along well enough with the in-laws. According to some neighbors, he ‘lets’ her do her Jewish thing. Her parents love him. His parents have passed; he was a late in life kid. The only sticking point is that he’s a gentile. Winnie always said the “nice Jewish boys” her parents tried to set her up with weren’t that nice. Her parents immigrated from Romania to Indianapolis. His parents came from England to Indianapolis.

A compromise is struck. The baby will be named James Buchanan Barnes, Junior. His Hebrew name is Yaakov. He will have a bris. Neither parent is really religious, though Winnie is attached to him knowing where he’s from. His grandparents share a look. His Jewish education is their responsibility.

Becca is born 3 years later. Her Hebrew name is Rivka. The pressure isn’t on her to learn since she’s a girl. Winnie always sings them the bedtime Shema as she tucks them in.

That’s his Judaism. Watching Zadye put on teffilin, wrapping him and Becca under his tallis. Becca, Mom, and Dad bathed in candlelight, examining their fingernails at Havdalah. The menorah in the window, pushing back the dark.

1933: Shelbyville, Indiana

Him and Becca walk to school. It’s almost Christmas and the gentiles have trees up. As they pass each house, Becca points, mischief in her eyes. “Goy.” The next house doesn’t have a tree. “Jew.”

Jimmy snickers, nudging her shoulder, one palm to the sky, “C’mon, Becca. We got a tree. And what does that make us?” They also had been lighting the menorah for several nights. The last night would end 5 days before Christmas.

Her face looks solemn as she looks up at him, “Spirit...ually... schizo.” Repeating Bubbe and Zayde’s Rabbi, though her 5 year old tongue stumbles on long words. They kinda were. Mom, him, and Becca light candles for Shabbat and visit their grandparents in Indianapolis for Rosh Hashanah, Chanukah, and Pesach. They’re a bit too young for the full Yom Kippur service. Dad comes along when work lets him. Zayde teaches Yaakov how to read Hebrew and prayers. If it wasn’t a train ride to visit them, he’d maybe pick up more. Especially Yiddish. Mom only speaks it with her parents. Jimmy tsks and tugs on her braid. She giggles, slapping his hand away. Takes off running.

“I’ll show you spiritually schizo!” Jimmy chases her, hands bared in claws! Their breath makes clouds in the air.

1935: Shelbyville, Indiana

They’re burying Mom today, a few days before Rosh Hashanah. Becca holds his hand as she cries. He stares at the casket as the Rabbi talks about what a great mother she was. Making sure her children knew they were Jewish. They lower her into the ground. The dirt in his hand is cold as he tosses it in. Jews help bury their dead. She’ll be safe here.

They sit shiva with Bubbe and Zayde in their sitting room. Dad sits with them too but mostly talks quietly with his buddies. What a good woman Winnie was. After James tucks Becca in, Dad tells him he’s gotta stay strong for Becca. Give her a sense of normalcy. He’s gotta step up. Bucky agrees. And that’s when his first mask is born. A brave face.

Shiva is cut short since there is no mourning during a holiday.

1936: Fort Lehigh, Virginia

They moved to Virginia a few months after Mom was buried. Orders were orders. Bubbe and Zayde try to convince James Senior to let Yaakov and Rivka stay in Indianapolis with them. But Dad wanted them to be with one parent. They try and have a normal life. Nights to the show, Saturdays at the fair. There’s not a lot of synagogues to choose from and Bucky’s fine without. Becca still lights Shabbat candles and Jimmy blesses the challah and grape juice. It’s not the same. But they make do.

He never asks what Dad thinks of all this. Dad wears the yarmulke like the other men during the Pesach seder, eats matzo, joins in the prayers. But Dad goes to church on Easter and Christmas. Sometimes takes the kids too. James doesn’t get it. The Christ thing. Original sin. Some nosy neighbor asks Dad what he thinks about his whole family going to Hell. The only time he sees Dad sock a guy in the face.

“Life’s hard enough without thinking about what’s after,” he tells James, getting down on his level. “And I don’t believe your Mom would be there. From what I understand, her people don’t believe in one anyway.” Her people. So what are his people?

1937: Fort Lehigh, Virginia

He tries real hard to keep his head above water. To be good. Look after Becca, take care of the place. Be strong and brave. Only problem is that he’s so angry all the time. One thing leads to another and he starts swinging.

He completes his bar mitzvah because it would have made Mom happy. It still makes Bubbe and Zayde happy. They travel to Virginia just for this. Bucky, wearing his kippah and tallit. The Rabbi helped him a lot with his speech. He tries to make it funny though. It’ll be the end of Shavuot, the end of counting the Omer, the end of counting his day as a child. Can they eat the blintzes now? Becca laughs, the adults look a little less sad that Mom’s gone, and that’s all that matters.

On the first day of Rosh Hashanah, he and Becca take bread to the water to wash away their sins. A couple of the families on base are Jewish and include them in their travels to services. Dad calls them out of school for the High Holy Days. Their teachers aren’t happy but who cares, they can stuff it.

He recites the words with everyone else at Kol Nidre service. Most of his personal sins are kiddie stuff. Lying, getting into fights, staying up too late. Not eating Kosher. Basics. It doesn’t weigh him down.

It’s a normal day, close to Christmas. The townie kids are ragging on the base kids again. Bucky tells them to go home.

“Yeah? Where’s your horns, kike?” The townie kids are snickering, good one good one.

Bucky sees red. Screw being good, there were things he couldn’t stomach. He throws the first punch and man does that make him feel better than he has all week. The crowd of kids surrounds him and Frankie and they’re yelling to “kick ‘im, hit ‘im!” Frankie gets some lumps in, his eye’s gonna be black in the morning. Bucky breaks his nose.

“Awright, break it up!” One of the soldiers pulls the two of them apart. They’re still trying to get at each other. The adult throws the townie back off base and drags Bucky back home to Dad.

Dad takes one look at him, thanks the adult, and patches him up in the bathroom. Telling him he has to stop with the fighting.

“But Frankie said-”

“I don’t care what Frankie said. You’re better than this. I want you to promise me there’ll be no more fighting.” He’s made this promise before. It doesn’t stick. Dad gets it.

The very next day, he socks another kid in the face and it’s not anything the kid says this time. Dad bawls him out, that he’s let him down. Tells him to go to his room, that he’s a disappointment, that they’ll talk when he gets home.

Bucky goes to his room, thinks about all the chores and apologies and promises he’ll make so Dad’ll forgive him.

But Dad never comes home from maneuvers that day. Parachuting accident. The funeral passes in a blur. Becca goes to a boarding school while Bucky stays on base. Better that way. His grandparents were getting on in their years; they pass the next year. Him and Becca are the only family the other has.

1940 - Fort Lehigh, Virginia

They have a few Chaplains on base. A Protestant, a Catholic, and a Rabbi. Bucky doesn’t usually attend any services, he’s got work to do and isn’t really into the whole God thing. His bar mitzvah tallit, along with Zayde’s teffilin and tallit sit in a box under his bed. He takes them out sometimes but can’t bring himself to put it on, to mouth the prayers. If there’s enough Jews around for a minyan, he’ll hover on the edge of services. Like he’s just there to observe. The Rabbi doesn’t try to pull him in, make him read a portion. Good thing too, he’s forgotten the aleph-bet.

Enough soldiers pass through the place and he doesn’t look like his Mom’s people to make them think “ah, a yid.” He’s the constant, not them. This is his home. None of Dad’s friends were Jewish and they’re more than happy to not talk about things they don’t understand. At least nobody makes cracks about him living to make money like the Jew he is (in earshot).

He marks time in shining shoes, shaving the officers, at the firing range, and smuggling contraband in for the men for the right price. Whatever they want, he can get. Trade one guy’s smokes for another guy’s magazine to a whole bottle of whiskey. Sometimes, the guys take him out for a night on the town, where he learns how to dance and flirt with the town girls. The fighting doesn’t stop. He gets angrier. Time in the brig gets longer.

When the general comes from him and he ships out for special training, it’s easy to accept the P for Protestant on his new dog tags. Captain America stands for American interests. Bucky’s some All-American Kid to combat Hitler Youth. Jews definitely aren’t relatable. He doesn’t think the general even knows his status.

20XX - New York

It’s that time of year again. The heat of the summer starts to finally fade. Leaves start to turn. Autumn in the air. And again, he’s grappling with the question that’s been plaguing him for years. How can he repent to Hashem if he can’t repent about what he’s done to the people he’s hurt?

It’s not like he could roll up to an Orthodox Rabbi, go “I have a question about teshuvah. You may have seen my trial on the news? Oh yeah. I was only legally dead. Now, about my question...”’

“My dear boy,” Magneto says, “Sin in our tradition means we have missed the mark. Teshuvah means we repent, apologize, and do not commit that sin again.” It was weird, being in the same room as a bunch of Jews again. Spider-Man, Shadowcat, the Thing, Moon Knight, the Maximoffs. Weirder still for the mutant who hated humans to be talking to him. But, Bucky guessed, they were from the same generation. Just very different lives.

Bucky laughs, taking a drink of wine, “So. What if we don’t stop sinning?”

Forgiveness from people, not from God. His time as the Winter Soldier was sins against people. Not innocents. What was he supposed to do, go to each family and apologize? Where would he start? Where would it end? He’s a traitor to his country, even if he was pardoned, and a killer. Every oath he made to protect this country, once upon a time, was broken and spat on. He wasn’t in control. He still was the weapon. He’s not gonna stop killing if it needs to be done.

Magneto smiles into his glass.

They all go to Kol Nidre and he can’t stop crying. He goes back the next day. Fasting and standing is easy for him. He was a soldier, the Soldier. Can stay awake for days or nod off wherever. The prayers and reflection isn’t. The blast of the shofar at the end of service makes him flinch, reaching for a knife.

They break the fast together. Bagels, schmear, lox. Quietly discuss plans for the new year.

"I want to help," Bucky says quietly. "Got this second chance. Best use it."

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