#turn that phrase month

[givethispromptatry]

花より団子

"Dumplings instead of flowers"

Origin: Japan

Meaning: Choosing something useful over something pretty

#writing prompt #story prompt #december 2023 #turn that phrase month

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Points at you. 10 and/or 11 for starstruck?

Two starstruck asks,,,,,,joy of joys,,

Part of an ask game linked here.

#10. What's an au you have for them?

Since them meeting at all is technically an AU i have 3 different ways that they do meet up. There's the one where Juniper ends up with the agency/adjacent to and ends up working with Reggie (have written a fic with this). The next one is Juniper surviving but basically going stealth and living as normal of a life as he can and ending up meeting Reggie through chance (most recent fic I've written). And then there's my personal favourite where Reginald "You're lucky my tracking skills are still up to snuff" Crane keeping himself busy after Phoenix was MIA and finding Juniper still alive (fic I want to write but haven't started mainly because it may end up multi chapter).

In terms of more AU canon bending taking them and putting them in a completely unrelated situation...I have a guilty pleasure Warrior Cats AU for IEYTD in general. Both JJ and Reggie have perfect warrior cats suffixes in their names already (Juniper and Crane) so they're called Junipersong (charcoal bengal) and Craneflight (tabby Norwegian forest cat). It's very silly but the amount of scenes I have in my mind for it...good lord...

#11. How was their first kiss like?

Augh my friend Imp wrote an absolutely excellent fic about it (tragically in the realm of unfinished Google docs) and I'm shaking their hand about it so hard. Basically Juniper kissing Reggie but he like wasn't ready/fully expecting it and Juniper absolutely panicking because he thinks he's misread every interaction between them both since they got closer. The second one is much sweeter though,,

#realised i phrased all the fics ive written like those ghosts that haunted scrooge #ah yes the fic of starstuck past #the fic of starstruck present and the fic of starstruck yet to come. it's so dumb #and uhh for the warrior cats thing um. of course they aren't purebreds minus Juniper who used to be a kittypet (housecat) but - #- it was moreso for easy description #reggie is fluffy but he's not quite maine coonf fluffy...norwegan forest cat was a nice middle ground...still gets big guy points too #also um side note roxanix in that au um. they adopted a kit as a stand in for robutler in that au...... #also solaris is a VERY grumpy warrior turned medicine cat annnnd thats about all I have fully hashed out in my mind for it so far #im so torn abt also having triple threat.....extra large polycule where phoenix is just intimidated by the others prism is dating lmao #ANYWAYS ENOUGH ABOUT THE WARRIOR CATS AU #can you tell I have a special interest in cats/warrior cats. oh how I miss drawing cats. but I must learn people. for the brainworms...ouuu #i don't have much else to say on that second question other than....AUUUUUUGH they're so. there's so much pent up stuff. #like for JJ it's the first time he's let himself actually love another man the way he wants to while for Reggie it's a lot of - #- realising JJ is trying to be a better person while still ackowleging the fact that he did bad??? basically second chance yada yada #man. i love these two #ik im a broken ass reccord but I've never proactively posted abt them outside the last couple months and it's been so theraputic #ty for the ask it was fun :3c #ieytd #starstruck #junicrane #ask game #not tagging them specifically I don't wanna clog up tags too much #god WHY do i have such an issue eith that. mental issue. anyways

[star-bear-art]

Musings Hvinidyr couldn’t bear to commit to the journal at the bottom of his pack, 1352 DR

The sun, relentless and cruel—it rises.

V rests peacefully, entangled in long grasses perhaps an arm’s breadth away from me, whilst I fight my way out from under thick swathes of stiff tent canvas and the dubiously softer furs of my bedroll. V had warned that my shelter couldn't possibly withstand the night’s breeze; lying once more, or so I'd thought, they’d donned the great airs of a flamboyant haruspex picking through offals as they rifled through their pocket and played at divination. The disorder of its puportedly portent contents were (are) stark: A lone rib-bone signifying victory, or perhaps hubris, depending on the day; a rusted copper that V rarely drew in readings, markings long worn into a comfortable divot through idle fiddling; the button off my old cloak that they stubbornly hung onto, and swore up and down to be a token of good fortune. There was nothing sensible about it, any of it, nor did they earn anything beyond my ire when they prophesised with unearned gravitas that I'd wake smothered by my tent.

I had laughed, though V had laughed louder. I’d been too distracted to hate them for it, then, and now it hardly seems worth the bother.

V’s portrait is ever-striking in the sun. Occasionally I wonder whether I fell for V the first moment I saw them haloed in its light, glowing golden-brown and warmer than anything I'd ever known before. There's God in their face, one of them, at least—I'm not sure which. Lolth is bitter as cheap wine, Eilistraee is saccharin and sanguine both. The Morninglord is—is cliché. Trite. I’d need to unearth the Gods of my parent’s parents’ to read V in their devotionals.

I’d need faith for prayer, too, and I'm too empty for such ridiculous excess. I can only track the steady swell and ebb of their chest as they bleed breath into the air, instead. I do. Devotion weighs on my mind, in my mind, as I trace with my gaze the outline of their face against the dawn and set my heart to hoping they’ll never wake.

They wake regardless, naturally. Laughter’s the first sound off V’s lips, and I wet mine as I hear it, watching them rise and lean over to tug at one corner of my canopy’s corpse.

“Quit moping, Hvini,” V rasps, voice gloriously low and decadent, “I’m always right. One of these days you’ll get used to it.”

“Unlikely. Wasn’t it just yesterday you promised that lady you’d—argh!”

V’s finger had been smoothing over the furrow in my brow, at least until they'd flicked it heartlessly against my forehead; a clear declaration of war. I pounce far before they could even think to—at least physically, I undeniably outmatch them.

Not that it's particularly difficult. V’s hands have never known the callouses of bearing arms, nor do they carry themself with the graces of a duellist. Rather, they flounder, gallivanting through moorland and forest alike with all the grace of a befuddled puppy—easy to roll into a tackle, so long as they're caught off-guard. Taut muscles fit for pack-bearing are useless once my legs are around theirs, hip-on-hip and hand-on-wrist, arms locked fast enough that I'm hardly panting. For an orator, their lung capacity is pathetic. Their flush is... distracting, however.

“Hvin,” comes a breathless little whine from V, pinned firmly underhand, “Hvin, your hair is in my face, it’s ticklish. Let me up!”

Their tone is hard, perhaps, yet their face is anything but—their cheeks curve up and around the smooth crescent of their smile, still smirking at me despite... everything. Shaken, I withdraw enough for them to sit ‘til my weight is settled in their lap. It's a nominal improvement.

“Right. Lovely as your enthusiasm is, maybe we could direct it to packing up your—tent—and getting back on the road?”

“The infamous road you keep promising is always ‘past the next copse’ or ‘a few more minutes downstream’?”

“The very same. The sun waits for no mortal, and my legs are cramping. So, Hvini?”

V’s smile is violence, sweet and unburdened—easy. They're so easy. Mood spoiled, I hiss concern through a sharp exhale, sounding mulish and juvenile and rank. It’s entirely reflexive, mortifyingly so, even, but startled by the reminder of the day ahead and rebuffed only by their saintly amiability, it's hard to care.

“We could stay. We don't have to leave, you don't have to leave.”

“And what would we do, Hvini—Hvinidyr, seriously,” they pin me with their gaze, catching my arm and leaning in with too-sweet concern, "Romp around the wilderness for the rest of our lives? Beg a living off my parents? The Harpers have what I want, and what you need. You deserve better than rotting in a bog with me ‘till we turn old and grey.”

If I need family, I'll find it in you, I don’t say. I’d rather a day loving you than a decade safe.

I am a coward, and V is bright: brighter than the sun, bright enough that it hurts to stare. I am a coward, and so I look away. The sudden hush is a world, and a continent, and an acre between us—stretching far beyond as I fall back from their tenderness. Their hand slides from my wrist to the dew-slick grass, our fingers brushing as they depart.

The little contact sparks a soft coalescence; the quiet narrows and departs until there’s hardly a heartbeat between us unsynched. Mute and still, our silence is 6-foot grave shared by two bodies, each wet breath falling like sodden mud to bury us.

Willful ignorance can’t untether me from time, from the the unspooling day. The carol of morning passes, packing up camp is as trivial as ever, and V refuses to allow me solemnity for long. They set a thankless pace into the dense woad and heather bracketing the forest ahead, carving messy paths through undergrowth as clouds loom above and threaten rain—there’s hardly a moment to catch my breath.

They march us onwards, needlessly chattering all the while. I’m not certain I could carve out more space for introspection even if I wanted to. The shape of V’s deflection feels so drastically different from mine, in moments like this, filled with swift speech and sound and sprinting where we could otherwise walk, but it’s a reprieve all the same. Despite myself, I find myself... grateful for it.

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OKAY OKAY OKAY mm so MASSIVE thanks first of all to @thedomesticanthropologist for their invaluable help editing this it would not be half so readable without their assistance. I am not a writer generally!! But Hvinidyr's plight has gripped me, what can I say </3

This and my previous (first!!) piece of art featuring Hvin and & V marks the beginning of our canonical timeline exploration! All future posts taking place in the canon of Winnie's life will be dated for my sanity because none of this is going to be linear. There's so much yet to write and draw about Hvin's life and how the major events and people in it change him, and I hope I can (continue) to do them justice!!! We'll get to some bg3 events/characters and their interactions with hvin soon, I swear, I am just. having SO much fun with him. Does it show???

#TOTAL oc brainrot #seriously #and I refuse to apologise this is the most fun I've had in months #actually getting me to write!! who knew!! #bg3 #bg3 tav #bow-breaker hvinidyr #so sorry to anthie but I could NOT get rid of 'flamboyant haruspex' it's just such a silly turn of phrase and very early!hvin #and I am stubbon like that #em dash and semicolon abuse my beloveds

[capaldiera]

i started reading this fucking out of character thick of it fanfic like a week ago bc even tho i could tell from first glance it was going to be ooc i was just curious and it sounded kind of funny slash tragic. (how are you tagging grief child death domestic violence attempted suicide on a ttoi fic hello?) and i dooo like complaining And for the most part if it weren't supposed to be about those guys it would just be pretty good so im not Regretting it? but i didn't realise how many stories were in the series and im probably 150k words in. and not much more than halfway through

#and it doesnt even have sex scenes. fml #me.txt #iam also so fed up with writing that seems to romanticise women prioritising men andtheir emotions over their own personal safety/ wellbeing #like im not saying you cant Depict that but maybe lets unpack that. and not treat it as if it's just that woman's inherent personality #rather than a something shes been Taught to do #though while we're on the subject actually i dont think the way nicola is written is in character either #like i focus on malcolm bc its more egregious but nicola is not.. shes not putting her kids before herself like that. #i know losing one of them might make a difference but its not even presented like it's bc of that. its just oh im writing a woman well her #priority must be her kids! well no she is a bad mum and doesnt really like her kids so #but that didnt stand out to me so much until i started rewatching s3. #i was more like ah yes. famously anti-racist feminist ally malcom tucker who easily goes not just hours but months at a time without saying #anything homophobic and uses the occasional ableist turn of phrase in his mind but usually keeps it to himself. #i mean i can definitely understand not wanting to comr up with and write realistic malcolm tucker dialogue. i wouldnt want to. #but well the whole thing is a bit he wouldnt fucking say or do any of that #but again. i could see that clearly from the description and walked in eyes open #its good tho its given me a lot to think about at work.

[neonjstr]

yippee finally got around to doing some more fluids fanart :D

#for some reason this phrase stuck out to me through multiple reads of the book. i think because of how simple yet descriptive it is #but still holds a lot of emotional weight ( at least to me ) #may leitz #nyx fears #nyxfears #fluids fanart #fluids #fluids book #horror #extreme horror #been feeling like ive been unable to make illustrations for the past couple months especially traditionally. #like everything i could make wouldn't be technically accurate/impressive or creative enough. #or intimidated by the amount of time i think it would take to make one. but i forced myself to make this is a really short time period. #and im actually happy with how it turned out even though its really simple :.)

[birdmenmanga]

some kind of moodboard

@birdmenanime @kitsoa

#just thinking thoughts... #sorry. the phrase 'bird mom loves you both' was so fucking evocative #and then once I started drawing it turned out I had a lot of feelings about this #if either of you want me to take this down let me know #yeah so I've been sitting on that edit of the conversation between takayama and karasuma for ages. like 4 months. #but at that time ghost was still on hiatus I think and also we weren't that close. so it didn't feel right to show it. but it existed. #my mental image of ghostpun is actually largely just that chibi takayama actually #but like that would cause confusion. so i used your discord pfp. your goat person is really nice to draw actually #as for kitsoa. it's supposed to be your fox from tumblr. but I also really associate you with sora(?)'s silhouette so. #it's that. and then hair that COULD be fox ears if you so desired. the ponytail is the tail... the shape is more or less the same. #fistfighting on top of a ferris wheel is a reference to detective conan movie 20: darkest nightmare #it's just so stupid and ridiculous it's my go-to for ludicrous conflicts #yeah anyways onto the actual subject. #to ghost: sorry about this. generally when it comes to fandoms I read most text posts and nod my head thoughtfully and sip my drink #but I guess because I have more cohesive and coherent thoughts about this series in particular I'm less good at just nodding my head #I don't think there's been a single time where we've said something that made the other person go 'YEAH' #like it's always '......well...............' #some nights I wonder whether we read the same series or not. and I feel like you probably feel this way sometimes too #sorry for being so pedantic. I am really not trying to pick a fight with you I promise. #yeah I have no clue what I want to say actually #we go to the same church for worship and like what are we gonna do??? stop going??? fuck no #I don't hate you. I respect you. still trying my damnest to like you. we're still working on that last one #like look I want to be besties so bad but I feel like we just have a boatload of ideological differences to work through #so I guess. what I'm trying to say is. here's to being insane together for the next few years. cheers! #(additional apology for the brutal honesty. I'm not good at white lies.) #to kitsoa: uh. sorry about. This. I don't even know if you were aware we had a rivalry (???) going on #Uh I wish I didn't stir up trouble in your house (bm fandom) but I'm stubborn. for better or for worse. sorry... #I am going to be careful to keep discussions respectful etc. etc. so as not to cultivate a toxic workplace or whatever. prommy. #(but you have to admit. this is kind of funny) <- guy addicted to doing things for the bit #yeah that's all. I can't do anything in a normal way but I hope you guys can understand somewhat.

[mantisgodsdomain]

The base of our Vi Linguistics theory is that Vi learned Bugnish in a form perceived as more formal/posh from the bees and then proceeded to irrevocably weird her grammar via socializing almost exclusively with bandits and criminals for several years of her life.

#bug fables #headcanons #we speak #vi talks to the bandits once and code switches to incomprehensible regional cant that no one on her team can make sense of #vi goes to the hive and swaps to grammar thats like 5x more Standard Bugarian than her usual #vi blends in turns of phrase that No One In The Room Has Heard Ever while talking about shit #and then five months later u discover she picked it up at one specific black market in defiant root #vi would know thieves cant if translated to d&d

[akascow]

starting an art project you intend to sell only to finish and realize you cant part with it ? struggle is real

#glad they dont sell bc i have more time to stare at them and realize my hatred towards it was just me tired of looking at it while making it #so life tip for you i guess its not bad youve just been working on it too long #one of my least favorite 1D discs i made turned out to be one of my favorites after a couple months #but painting it made me so angry that i had to step away from it for like half a month only to come back and finish and still hate it #but it turned out really good it just took me a few months to realize lmaooo #took me like 4 months of staring at my sandman painting before realizing i fuckin love it. but it took so long bc i could barely finish it #i hate how art tips are actually fact lmao i hate the phrase practice makes perfect but its true unfortunately #sorry okay art rant over if ur still reading this im sorry

[tariah23]

Videos are working on here again, too?

#the the last couple of months videos have been kind of hard to play on the app like I’d click on it and then it would play for a few seconds #then stop and I’d have to do it over and over again until the video would play. with the sound as well #also #another thing that I’d noticed is that whenever I’d play music from another app for example soundcloud etc and would open tumblr back up #to scroll #my music would start to stutter and pause and skip like I thought something was wrong with my phone for the longest #but it turns out it was just tumblr being ass as always #this had been going on for a couple of months as well #but now I can play music outside of the app no problem #not to praise tumblr of course but I’m surprised they actually fixed this shit #especially the being able to search up tags on your own blog now??? I’m still stuck on that because for years #the only way you’d be able to search up tags or whatever on your blog was if you just clicked the tag on any random post that #you tagged that word or phrase: whatever with which was always annoying but I’d gotten used to that tbh #that has been the only literal way to search up tags on your own blog for the longest like ever since I joined tumblr or a little bit after #that #rambling

[shinesurge]

don't get me wrong i'm happy we're sort of overcorrecting because any kind of acknowledgement that christianity is fucked up Helps but it's odd how many people have made "i'm gonna destroy god he's a motherfucker i have A Problem With God" their whole thing and when you try to discuss religious trauma they're like Um :/ that's a lot

#this was a draft from months ago but it's still relevant i think #i didn't post it because like. idk what i want lmao #i think im just running into this a lot and it's alienating in a weird and particular way?? #like i expect the person spouting it to Get It but it's sort of turned into a general fun young person catch phrase #WHICH SHOULD BE GOOD?? #i am probably less mad about the thing itself and more just frustrated i think i've found other fucked up exchristians when i havent lol

[afieldinengland]

my days as an art object are probably over

#i was a teenage dorian #very funny to have that ennui now. i can hardly say you should have seen me at sixteen now can i. but when i was pale and pretty and thin #whenever that was #too much whiskey in my whiskey now i’m all meat and spit #not that that isn’t better but it’s an irreversible change isn’t it. the bronze has hardened in a unique shape #not that i’m asking…. and i’m making it up anyway. did anyone admire me like a dorian? no. well. as something else #a good fuck if i remember someone’s words from too many years ago. a neat phrase and limiting #whatever. idle to want to be adored. that isn’t it. i just think once i probably looked pretty in a way i don’t now #i turn twenty in less than two months

[givethispromptatry]

بلط البحر

"Lay tiles on the ocean"

Origin: Arabic

Meaning: Go away or piss off.

#writing prompt #story prompt #december 2023 #turn that phrase month

[livingforthewhump]

….if…I think about writing as less of a Task, and more….opening an ask and responding to it?? it is much less difficult?

#i think i phrased that poorly #but for like months now i’ve been struggling to get back into writing regularly bc after i got through finals #and i turned my computer back in to the school #writing has had this wall around it of “you have to clear a time and space for writing and then go borrow someone’s computer #and also the charger and it’s going to be old and not work well #and then you’ll have to remember the login #and Figure Out whatever prompt you placed at the top of your WIP list for whatever reason #and Not Go Out Of Order because then Decisions and nothing will Ever Happen #and then you have to transfer it all to tumblr anyway which you may or may not be able to do on said borrowed computer #then you have to make sure it’s all put back in its case and everything and do the normal posting maintenance on top of it” #which is such a Big task!!!! #but guys guys guys #i can just. open an ask #the most recent one i’ve gotten. #and type ONTO THE POST the drabble #on my phone!!! like how i used to do it!! #and it doesn’t have to be a masterpiece either!! #screw google docs it is not what i need right now #anyway this is why there has been zero content from me #hopefully i can actually write tomorrow! i’m feeling really hopeful now!! #sorry for the long tags

[phantomrose96]

Thinking about Edward Elric as the Amestrian Military's specialest little unfireable boy

State alchemists can be fired for underperforming. We know this up front from the likes of Shou Tucker. And this makes a ton of sense from the homunculi's standpoint since the state alchemists are sacrifice candidates, and the homunculi would want to cull the weakest candidates and focus only on cultivating the strongest ones who stand the best chance of opening the portal.

........Then there's Edward. Who's already opened the portal.

There's no need to cultivate him. No gamble taken on whether he's good enough to open the portal. He passed the final test already. Graduated 4 semesters early.

And as such, has a free pass to do Absolute Fuck All.

And I'm imagining how funny this is from like an outside perspective.

Some newish state alchemist who'd only ever read up on the stories of Edward Elric, ready and excited to start their career of being paid handsomely with endless freedom to research and travel and do anything they want in the pursuit of science... surprised and confused to find themselves put on probation their first month for things like "ignoring orders." Which is, as best they had thought, a famous Edward Elric pastime.

Roy showing a slight bit of stress about his yearly state alchemist report, and Ed just snorting and rolling his eyes at Roy because every year HE just hastily does his on the train ride over (canon in the manga, a travesty it was left out of the anime) and it gets rubber stamped. Ed not realizing that other alchemists' reports get genuinely scrutinized and torn apart while Ed is free to turn in whatever absolute bullshit he thinks of 36 hours ahead of time. One year his report was about whether alchemy could be done via dance (conclusion: no it can't) and no one cared. Roy WANTS to tell Ed there's some kind of unknown favoritism around Ed making him literally bullet-proof but Roy has no way to phrase this that doesn't sound like he's just in denial and mad at how good Ed's train-reports are.

Guy from the Internal Amestrian Affairs sector who's responsible for auditing other internal military personel for any suspicious activity hitting about 1 million red flags for Edward Elric, issuing a STRONG and URGENT recommendation to suspend the alchemist pending further investigation into things like "literal bunk-buddies with two members of the Xingese royalty (enemy nation)" and "spent $10,000,000 of his stipend on a librarian to make her re-copy (what he seemed to interpret as?) military records in some extremely transparent effort to unearth state secrets (it was a recipe book but he was literally asking her about state secrets)" and "literally has never once obeyed an order, ever, not even once in his career, and is on public record having said 'I do not care about the goals and protections of the Amestrian Military. I am in fact only pursuing my own interests several of which are diametrically opposed to the safety and well-being of the governing body of Amestris'"

The issued recommendation is intercepted before it even reaches its intended desk. President Bradley himself has taken issue with it and denies it before a single set of eyes has seen it. The President's veto stamp is a terrifying hammer, used rarely, and it is now sitting on the auditor's desk.

The auditor sleeps with one eye open from then on out.

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood #fma:b #literally anything about the dynamic between edward and the amestrian government is so so so funny to me #im begging you to come pick up your alchemist he keeps committing treason #Roy: absolute perfect ass-kisser and career-man playing the part 24/7 to disguise his treasonous ambitions and still #not flying under the radar #Edward on his public Twitter: bored. might tear down the Amestrian government for fun.

[lightdancer1]

That said Dessalines is the villain in historiography for the simple reason that he did give the order, which was carried out, to slaughter every French person in Haiti:

Dessalines has two comparative points that show that he was much more a man of his time than not. The first is his Mexican equivalent, Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna, a man of whom it can be said that few countries have suffered as much for their heroes as Mexico because of General Santa Anna. The second is the Jacobins unleashing the genocidal slaughter in the Vendee, for which they are both praised and the slaughter considered the acceptable detritus of modern times, and justified in all the ways that Dessalines' wholesale extermination of the French in Haiti is not when both appealed to atrocities done against the revolution by its enemies and had good reasons to think the people slain were in league against them.

One's view of the Vendee will shape one's view of Dessalines. The reality of why he's the villain to L'Ouverture's hero is also fairly obvious insofar as he literally ordered one of the largest massacres of his time and the only one for a long time done to white Europeans by the hands of a non-white liberation movement. It should also be noted in terms of how reflective this made him of the Haitian Revolution that the Haitian Emperor was strangled by his allies and colleagues as an increasingly unhinged tyrant in the making, setting in motion the bitter internal feuding exacerbated by US imperialism that has characterized Haitian politics ever since.

#lightdancer comments on history #black history month #haitian revolution #jean-jacques dessalines #you might notice the deliberately neutral phrasing here #that is precisely the point #i want the reader to think about comparisons here and what actual revolutions are actually like #they are bloody gruesome events that turn into civil wars

[fazcinatingblog]

I told my coworkers that my boss was watching movies in Torquay and they were bullying me into telling them what kind of movies she liked (how am I supposed to know????) and she rings up like in the afternoon and tells me she watched Bridget Jones baby today and she saw Maverick yesterday and so now we know

#when people say Maverick my first thought is Logan maverick #'what? they made a movie on 5 month old baby?????' #anyway good for her #relaxing in Torquay for a week #living the dream #she says the balcony is really big and she went outside today and watched the people swimming in the pool and #like she legit phrased it like that 'i went outside today!' #alright no need to brag #what's outside #never heard of it #it's too hot outside lmao pass #imagine if my boss went in the pool #put on her bikini and waddles out there on her waterproof walker #please picture a lady (the one from gilbert grape) in a bikini and yelling at the children to let her have a turn on the blow up pizza and #complaining that there's a vegetable on the pizza blow up #(shhh i know sophia eats all vegetables shut up she eats anything and everything) #wondering why the pizza is slowly deflating #goes to hit the beach ball to one of the children and it deflates on her finger #The kid cries 'that was our last ball!' and #sophia yelling at the kids to get her another blow up because the one she's on has deflated and is sinking fast