#what i love the most is the the vibrant colors... but those were exactly what made me struggle on photoshop hahaha

[tatakaeeren]

Choso | Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Ep. 13 "Red Scale"

#choso #jjkedit #jjk spoilers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toriigifs #ajkhdskajha this ep!!! 1000/10 !!! omggg the colors!! THE COLORSSSS the movements ohh perfection #what i love the most is the the vibrant colors... but those were exactly what made me struggle on photoshop hahaha #usergojoana #usergokalp #userartless #useraki #userdabiluna #userokkottsus #userinahochi #usermica #tuserelena #tusersky #usermoonz #kilruas #userheidi #userhyu #usersophies #userhanyi #hanatonin #userkvroko #userlisette

[taurusreads]

what awaits you at the end of this cycle?

masterlist || paid services || ko-fi

a little encouragement to keep pushing through 🫶🏽

how to pick a pile? close your eyes, take a few deep breaths, and clear your mind. feel which pile you're drawn to, and find the reading below the cut!

PILE ONE

i’m getting a very vibrant orange color from this pile. some of you may actually like oranges, like the fruit, or could be someone who takes care of their body. some of you could also be preparing for something. i’m seeing planning and getting things in order, virgo energy could be significant here. jupiter energy could also be significant. you could also be the type of person to keep things to yourself. you might be in a bit of solitude right now, keeping the things that are important to you to yourself. you could also be the type of person to plan out your life as well. i think you could have a clear picture of what you want for yourself, and you’re actively working to gain that lifestyle.

i feel like you guys are starting to learn a lot about yourselves at the moment. my first paragraph is always dedicated to messages i receive while shuffling so i know the energy that i’m reading for, and yours was a bit longer than the other two piles, as yours mainly touched up on different aspects of your personality that might have gone unnoticed by you previously. the first house card came out for you, which is all about your personality and the way that other people perceive you. i think that at the end of your cycle people could be talking about how different you look/seem, or you could be noticing those changes in yourself as well. i’m also picking up again on the fact that you take good care of your health, and you might be making that a priority right now. if you feel the urge to take care of yourself and better your mind body and soul, don’t ignore it! i see you’re doing a good job at that and it’ll pay off for you later on.

take time to ground your energy, maybe go on a walk or when you’re in the shower, visualize your fears and worries being rinsed down the drain before you start your day. that will help ease some of the anxieties you have throughout the day. i feel like some of you have been wanting to make new friends or meet people that resonate with you, and i’m hearing that at the end of this cycle you’ll definitely have that! if you haven’t already, you’ll start seeing the changes in your reality soon! i feel like some of you may have given up hope and these things coming for you since you worked through the hard stuff, but don’t worry, they’re on their way! you just have to be patient.

i feel like you all are exactly where you need to be right now. your guides are watching over you, keeping you on the right path, so all you need to do is sit back and follow their lead. don’t think too hard about the next few months, just go with the flow and when your mind tells you to do something, don’t stress over it and just start moving! you’ll see so much more progress the sooner you let go of the idea that you don’t truly deserve these things.

i feel like you’re experiencing a cycle that is coming to a close for you. there was a situation that wasn’t serving your highest good, and so the universe went and did away with it to help with your growth. i feel like this was someone who you used to talk to a lot, they could have understood you better than most people you felt. i do feel like this person wasn’t navigating from a place of love though. where they did love you and wanted the best for you, they were not in a headspace where they could provide that love. i do see that this person could be a bit of a workaholic, and could have placed their needs above yours constantly, so you did what needed to be done for yourself and you walked away.

if this situation resonated with you i just want you to know that i am so so so proud of you for taking care of yourself and doing right by your needs. although, for some others, it’s time to stop waiting for that person to come back. and if you’re worried about whether they will come back or not, that is up to them and whether they decide to work through their shadows or not. this is giving the energy or a healing connection, one of growth and understanding, but unless both parties put in the work, it will be very hard for you two to work in tandem with each other.

give this person the time they need to heal, as well as give yourself the time you need to heal (that’s the most important), and with that your situation with them could improve.

also, i’m seeing that for a lot of you, another thing coming at the end of this cycle is regarding your career, but they would not give me too much information on it. i think there might be something very exciting coming for you, and your guides want you to be excited!

PILE TWO

i’m getting like a foresty green here. kind of the dark green color that comes on leaves, but with the bright and happy energy of light green. very balanced energy here. i’m getting cottage core vibes, so you may be someone who like to dress in that style or has that aesthetic around them, or that theme might be significant right now. i keep singing water by tyla as well. that song could be significant for some of you (specifically the chorus). earth placements could be significant for this pile.

ah my little viridians (that’s what i shall call you because of the color i saw sorry). you guys could be out of the box thinkers, the type to analyze the scene in front of you and come up with a creative solution to the problem. you could have heavy virgo and libra placements, or heavy air placements in general. i’m seeing that some of you guys may participate in social activities like smoking the green if ya know what i mean. neon colors such as pink, purple, and green could be significant.

i’m hearing try not to analyze too much about the things going on around you. you could be doing a lot of research about astrology, tarot, spirituality, etc. and making the connection, but try not to give yourself a headache over thinking things lol. i’m getting the energy of another person here’s that’s wanting to come in, and so i think that this person could be waiting on the other side of this cycle. if any of you have been manifesting a relationship with someone, i see this person coming in at the end of your cycle. i think this person is full of love, they give very soft and kind energy. they could be very nurturing, and provide a lot of advice and guidance to help you on your spiritual journey.

i’m seeing that at the end of your cycle, you’ll be in a very calm state of mind. i think that you tend to have a lot of questions, especially about the world and how it came to be, they may even cause you anxiety a little bit. i’m seeing here that at the end of this cycle you’ll have come to enough of an understanding to the point where you can relax and just enjoy the life that you’ve been given. some of you could be humanitarians, or care deeply about the condition of the earth and how it’s being treated. you’re definitely big on connecting with nature, and you just give very open and loving energy. it’s low key giving hippie and i love it.

i think a sign that this cycle is coming to a close for you is when you want to start becoming active again. i’m hearing that you might be into dancing or will want to be very physically active randomly. some of you could also come from a culture where dancing is a form of expression in faith, such as native american descent.

if some of you have been trying to decide on what to do with your life, i’m hearing that the world is your oyster. you can do whatever you want, and you don’t have to be tied down to one thing. i feel like i’m giving big sister vibes rn lol. some of you may feel like you have to fit a mold that was made for you from your family. there might be a work place or job that your parents expected you to get, or maybe a family business that they want you to take over. if you feel deep in your heart that you don’t want to do that, then you have the right to say no. you don’t have to abide by what they want you to be just because they’re your parents, you’re human too. and i know it’s definitely hard standing your ground and doing what’s best for yourself, but handling the situation with love and grace will be more helpful than you thought.

if you’re the type that tends to get a bit aggressive when you start to feel emotion, make sure to approach any situations with a calm mind, already know what you want to say and how you want to say it. you have to take accountability for when you may step out of line, just as others should do for you. i’m also singing water by tyla AGAIN. i always use the first paragraph as an energy check, so i don’t actually look at any of the cards falling out while i shuffle. i started singing the song then and now i’m singing it again, it doesn’t get stuck in my head otherwise.

don’t ignore the things that’s your heart and soul are telling you. i think you could have finished this cycle a while ago, had you let go of control and the fear of change. don’t let the fear of the unknown stop you from reaching out for the things you want to do, because you’re losing endless possibilities because of it. don’t be afraid to face your shadows, they are a part of you after all. they’re not here to hurt you, they’re here to help heal you. the person coming in at the end of this cycle is definitely a soulmate i’m seeing, they’re giving me a guide of sorts for you. this person is going to help direct you in the right direction, and he’ll you understand any questions you might have as they arise for you. they’re here to help you keep your head on straight as i feel like when you overthink you tend to spiral.

all in all, i’m seeing that there’s not one set thing coming in for you. i feel like something you might have asked for was a betterment in your mental state, or just a betterment in your current situation in general, so they gave you that. you have the capacity to do absolutely whatever you want after this. you want to be an astronaut? go for it. president? absolutely. cafe owner? cute as fuck bro. you’re literally like a freelancer man, you can do any and everything, and that should make you proud.

PILE THREE

this pile is my yellow pile. not quite like the sun, it has a bit more of an white hue to it, but still so pretty. almost like the yellow you get for newborn babies. i’m immediately feeling that you guys are happy with life and open to receiving all blessings coming your way. you could have just come out of a tough cycle, and are ready to have the new and improved version of your life start now. some of you might be drawn to pile 2 as well, if you are, check it out! there might be a few messages for you there. prominent air placements could be significant, as well as venus energy (taurus and libra).

for a lot of you i’m seeing a life partner coming in. this is something that was fated from the moment you were born, you just needed to wait and do the proper work for it to come in on time. i think that at the end of this cycle this is the biggest reward that you are reaping, as this also seems like something you’ve been wanting for a while.

when i was shuffling the cards, i had already gotten the energy that you’d finished your cycle. the energy i was getting was more of openness and acceptance from a place of love and understanding. something started happening with my right eye while i was messing around with your pile, so if you feel like there’s something in your eye when nothings wrong with it, or your eye starts to twitch at random moments, that may be indication that this person is coming very soon. i think right now you’re in a time where you’ve done the reflecting, you’ve done the introspection, and now it’s time for the universe to give back to you. it’s important that you follow your heart and gut feelings right now, as following those urges will lead you right where you need to be. don’t forget to include logic though, balancing your spiritual insight and logic may be something to work through for you right now. i’m seeing heavy self care days for some of you as well. a lot of you may have stepped into your it girl era, and are being diligent in taking care of yourself and your environment. venus energy is so heavy for this group right now.

you may actually be operating from your venus sign right now, pile three. sometimes the time of our lives that we are in can change the energy that we exude, and so you might not come off as your sun/rising sign (you rising sign is actually one of your chart rulers, so that’s most times how people perceive you). this makes sense with the romantic partner on the move for you.

i feel like if some of you have been worried about whether your manifestations are actually going to come in, i’m here to tell you that they are. the universe is never going to give you the short end of the stick, at least not without it preparing you for something better. when they told you that you were done with the hard parts, they meant it. carry yourself with grace and act like you’re the baddie that you are because you put in WORK for this bro. you did that shit and it wasn’t easy, so don’t brush it off like it was that easy!! i’m seeing that you could be in your empress energy right now, actually. you’re very stable mentally, emotionally, and physically, which is why your person is preparing to come into your life now. spirit is telling you to be optimistic right now, get excited, because the things that you asked for are here! they’re not even coming. they’re not on their way, they’re HERE!!!

i started singing black and yellow by wiz khalifah when i started shuffling the tarot cards so that song could be significant for some of you lol. some of you could be in the longing stage, where you want your person and you can feel them coming in, but the urge to have them is making you impatient. i’m hearing to distract yourself during these times. maybe go out with friends, hang out with family, or participate in a hobby that you enjoy as a way to take your mind off of it until your manifestations get here. you’re guides are telling me that they know it’s hard, but you’ve only got a little more to go.

you could also be seeing repeating 5’s, which signify change and adjustments. i’m feeling like you’re starting to see the things around you and within you change. you might have had a change in the things that you deem important, and those changes are bringing you new opportunities, especially in your work place. i’m seeing blessing coming through as a byproduct of your introspection, as well as an increase in opportunities surrounding your work life. if you guys have been working towards a specific goal or a specific career, i’m hearing that significant changes are coming in regarding that, and you should be on the look out for contact from a higher up sometime soon! i’m seeing that all of these changes are going to catapult you into your dream reality! all the things you’ve been imagining and wishing for yourself are finally here, so stop worrying and let them come in as they should <3

#tarot #tarot community #tarot reader #tarot readings #pick a card #divination #love tarot reading #pick a card tarot #pick a pile tarot #astrology #spiritual awakening #spiritual journey #spiritual growth #spiritual development

[bitchiswild]

Short Problem

Rosé x F! Reader

Warnings: height insecurity

Word Count: 484

A/n: it’s short cause you’re short 😈

GET BACK TO WORK YOU ELF ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS 🎅🏻

I also typed in a random age🥸

Requested

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Being short sucks. It's been a constant struggle – reaching for things out of my grasp, enduring mistaken assumptions about my age, enduring the endless teasing about my height. For 22 years, it's been a source of deep insecurity for me, making me feel inadequate and small in more ways than one. But then I met Rosie.

Rosé is an amazing person. She's vibrant, charismatic, and head over heels for me. What strikes me the most? She doesn't give my height a second thought. She loves and admires me for who I am, not how tall I stand. In her eyes, my height is endearing, and she cherishes every moment we spend together.

"Chaeyoung! Help!" I called out, struggling to reach a bowl in the kitchen. Her footsteps rushed in, concern coloring her features. "What happened? Are you okay?" Her worry was endearing.

I awkwardly pointed at the top shelf. "Can't... reach... bowl," I admitted, feeling silly and small.

Rosé's eyes widened, and she giggled softly. "Oh, I got you, baby," she said, moving to grab it. Relief washed over me. But just as I tried to grab it, she playfully lifted it above her head, and I couldn't help but pout.

"Chaeyoung, that's not fair!" I whined, and she chuckled.

"Give me a kiss first, and I'll hand it over," she teased, puckering her lips. Rolling my eyes at her playful demand, I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. As I pulled away, she pretended to protest with a mock pout. "Hey, I'm not finished," she teased.

Swiftly, I snatched the bowl, sticking my tongue out teasingly. "Thanks, babe," I quipped, turning to arrange the fruits. She hugged me from behind, resting her head on my shoulder.

"You know, I love that you're short. It gives me a chance to help you," she said softly, her affection melting my heart.

I chuckled. "And thank you for being my tall superhero, rescuing things from the heights," I teased back. She gently turned me to face her, tracing my face with tenderness.

"I love you," she whispered, pulling me into a sweet, lingering kiss. "I love you too," I whispered back, our smiles speaking volumes.

Being short has always brought insecurities. There were times when I felt self-conscious, wishing I could reach the top shelf or stand eye-to-eye with everyone. But Rosie has this magical way of turning those insecurities into cherished quirks. Her unwavering support, playful teasing, and her wholehearted acceptance of every part of me, including my shortcomings, dissolve those worries away. With her by my side, those moments of doubt about my height fade into insignificance. Her love makes me realize that the size of our hearts matters far more than any physical attribute. Thanks to Rosie, the cons seem to shrink away, leaving behind a world filled with love, laughter, and countless reasons to celebrate being exactly who I am.

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#bitchiswild #BIW.WRITES #blackpink x reader #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink fanfic #blackpink imagines #blackpink chaeyoung #blackpink rosé #rosé x reader #park chaeyoung x reader

[faeirtopia]

ʚɞ ; insecurities with shohei!

pairing! boyfriend!shohei x fem!reader.

warnings! mentions of skin color, weight, hair texture, and height.

note! hello everyone! I thought I’d start doing little notes before we get started. shohei fans come in different colors, sizes, and heights so I thought I could talk a little about each one! we’re all different in many ways and that’s what makes us beautiful so never feel saddened by the way you look. no matter what skin color, weight, height, or hair texture you have you’re beautiful and I hope that this post can help you with those insecurities you may be having at times. 🤍

when shohei first met you, he wasn’t examining your skin color, weight, height, or race.

for him it was strictly on how you carried yourself and made those around you feel.

seeing just how sweet, caring, loving, vibrant, strong, gorgeous, and special you were caught his attention almost immediately.

let’s say you’re one with darker skin; this never bothered shohei instead? he repeatedly told you just how beautiful your skin color was.

to him, your skin color fit you so well and he loved the color white, yellow, or orange against the darker tone because it made you shine.

shohei constantly lifted you up and always reminded you to feel good about yourself and your skin tone if it made you feel insecure.

he hated that the most; you being insecure. so with that he’d always take photos of you and show you just how perfect you and your skin are.

let’s say you’re one with a much paler skin tone; this also never bothered him and he’d praise you for just how beautiful you looked in darker colors.

he loved seeing you in black or a grey color and knew how much it bothered you but instead would make you look at yourself in the mirror to see exactly what he saw which was beauty.

he wouldn’t ever let you be insecure about it because he’d shut you up (politely) with a kiss or complimenting you like crazy.

say you’re one more so on the thicker or chubbier side; he was never bothered or disgusted with that and instead? he praised you, loved you, desired you, wanted you, and took so much time telling you just how perfect you looked to him.

to shohei, that’s all that mattered! was his own opinion and the way he thought. he could care less about what anyone else thought about you.

he’d kiss your thick thighs and tell you how much he loved them and how pretty they were.

he’d hold you tight, caress you, kiss each and every stretch mark you may have and show to him. he’ll carefully care for you and make sure you’re loved.

now let’s say you’re on the thinner or skinner side; he is the same way and if you ever complain about how gross you feel or look? it’s immediately taking you to the room and sitting you down for a talk.

he takes your insecurities very seriously and wants to work on those with you. he’ll never let you feel awful about your thin arms or legs.

instead he corrects you and talks about how much he likes your thin arms and legs and why they look so cute the way that they do.

thin hair, thick hair, curly hair, wavy hair, straight hair, braided hair, afro hair, or shaved… if any of this list describes you I will say that shohei does not care and in fact he will love your hair in it’s natural state or not! he will be sure to praise you and compliment you and even play with your hair or rub your head no matter what! especially if you enjoy it.

if some days you can’t look at yourself because you ate the way you’re hair is looking? shohei gets upset. to him you’re like a princess no matter what kind of ‘mess’ your hair may be in. you’ll always be a princess to him and he’ll adore you no matter what.

height! if you’re quite tall he’ll find that attractive and fun. to you it may not be fun or attractive but he won’t let that slide. he constantly compliments your long legs and just how pretty they look. he’ll even poke fun and say that you take such long strides like he does because you’re both tall.

short? sweet and admirable! he doesn’t like when others tease you about your height because to him he enjoys just how small you are. he can pat your head and squish your cheeks.

can and will shohei poke his fun at you? of course he will! but he will never ever let you feel so bad about you being smaller and short. he’ll uplift you and praise the height the best he could.

#shohei ohtani #boyfriend shohei 🤭 #baseball #fanfic #mlb fanfic #mlb imagines #mlb american league #mlb fandom #imagines #mlb #writers on tumblr #headcanon #writing #writerscommunity #shohei ohtani smut #shobae #smut

[avatarmerida]

Um idk what to say about this except Hunter deserves to receive more compliments and Amity has never known how to process Willow’s taste in men

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“Okay guys, just gimme like 10 minutes, okay?” Willow said, running eagerly ahead. “I just wanna check on my plants real quick. I’m sure they’re okay but I just wanna be totally sure because I-.”

“Go on, we’ll be fine!” Said Amity, seeing Willow was slowing herself down for their sake but desperately wanted to run ahead. Willow didn’t need to be told twice as she darted full speed up the stairs to her room. From the sound of it, her plants were just fine and delighted to see her. As they headed back to the Owl House, Willow’s house was on the way and when she had asked if they could make a quick pit stop Camila saw nothing wrong so long as they were quick and stayed together.

Hunter smiled at the distant sound of Willow happily greeting her plants as he looked around the living room, suddenly aware that it looked stuck in time. A few months ago it was brimming with life and light, and now it was dark and cold without Willow and her dads gracing the rooms with their love and laughter.

“Hey, what are these?” Hunter asked, turning to the dining room table which was covered in glossy brightly colored books.

“Oh, those are just some silly magazines Willow and I used to read when we’d do our homework,” said Amity as she walked in from the kitchen, the vibrant colors reminding her of a less chaotic time. “We would fill out the quizzes inside and gush about these bard coven bands and argue over who our favorite was.”

“Really? Heh.” Hunter flipped through the pages with a quizzical smirk, remembering Willow had once mentioned listening to a band once while they were messaging on penstagram back when they had first met. “Who was Willow’s favorite?”

“Take a guess.”

“Probably the most handsome one, right?” He said pointing to the obvious front man whose face was featured much more than the other members in the collection of mini posters that occupied the series of pages.

“Uh, not exactly,” said Amity, pointing to the corner to the “mysterious loner” of the group. His smile was more reserved than the others and his overall demeanor carried something... familiar.

“Him? Really?” Hunter chuckled, swearing he saw imprints of faded green lipstick stains near his photo. He wondered just how long they had been fading.

“I dunno, Willow has... unique taste.” Amity said with a shrug and slightly soured look. “We very rarely agree on things like that. I mean, she does not get Azura like at all, which just doesn’t make sense if I’m being honest, because I think...”

As Amity continued ranting, Hunter flipped through the pages and read the silly answers written in Willow’s bubbly handwriting, each ‘I’ dotted with a flower and the words twirling at the end as though they were carefully arranged vines. He treated her circled answers like a treasured artifact, admiring the little hearts and daisies she doodled in the corner of the pages. He also couldn’t help but want to take the silly quiz himself and see if their answers matched.

“...but I guess disagreeing can inspire debates. I mean, like the other day I was telling her how when I first met you I called you scrawny and that practically set her off because when she first met you she thought you were sooo cute, so obviously we don’t-.”

“She thought I was cute?” Hunter repeated, tuning back into Amity's rambling.

“Huh? Oh.” Amity’s hand sprang to her mouth, quickly realizing she should not have said that. “Uh maybe? Ya know, ha, it was so long ago, I might be misremembering. Actually, she might have been talking about a wet cat she saw on her way to school so actually-.”

“You just said you were talking about it yesterday.”

“Did I say that? You know, it was so long ago who can really remember what I said, we should-.”

“Amity, if you’re gonna make fun of me could you at least not use Willow? I don’t know why you’d think-.”

“I’m not making fun of you! I just, uh...” Amity insisted, quickly looking back at the staircase to make sure Willow wasn’t coming back yet. She changed her voice to a harsh whisper. “Ugh, okay listen, Willow would kill me if she knew I told you this but... do you remember before Halloween when I told you to change out of your costume?”

“Yeah?”

“She was actually really upset that I said that because she thought that you looked... handsome.”

Now THAT is a look

“Me?” Hunter asked as though there was someone else she could’ve been referring to.

DON’T listen to her.

“Yeah?” Amity replied, still unable to give a reason. “I mean, she was so mad at me for telling you to change, she threatened to summon a cactus to my bus seat before I sat down.” Amity laughed at the memory, knowing Willow was only a little serious about following through. “And she stared at the photo she took of you like the entire ride, like you were a magazine model or something.”

“She thought I looked... handsome? In my costume? Like the costume I’m wearing right now?”

“Shh! Yes, but you can’t tell her I told you,” said Amity, looking around paranoid. “I wouldn’t lie about that though, I promise.”

Hunter made his way into the living room, finding his reflection for the first time in a hall mirror. It was dusty but still he could see the difference from the last time he had seen his own face. There was a lot to process. Days ago he looked completely different and now it was though he had suddenly aged, he was tired and dirty and covered with scars.

“Do you think... she still thinks I look handsome in it?” He said, his hand tracing his newest scar.  “Ya know, with how... different I look?”

“Well,” Amity started, knowing there was more within the inquiry. “She also talked about how much she liked you, ya know? The way you talk, what you talk about-

“She never mentioned my voice being... annoying?”

“No, actually,” Amity said, realizing Willow was probably the only person she had never heard refer to it in such a way, even as a joke. “Which is saying something because she used to always say that having bad eyesight made her hearing better,” Amity recalled. “I don’t know if that’s true or not but Even when you wore those hideous shoes with the holes all over them she still thought you were so cool... for some reason.”

Handsome AND cool? It seemed too good to be true.

“Does she... talk about me a lot?”

“Ya know, if you really wanna know what Willow thinks about you then you should ask her,” said Amity softly, putting her hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “But don’t tell her you talked to me, otherwise she’ll get suspicious.”

“But has she said anything about... the way I look now?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting any more information from me!” said Amity dramatically, walking back to the kitchen table. “I’ve said too much already, if she ever found out that I said any of this I’d have more than a cactus to worry about.”

“But why wouldn’t she want me to know? Is she embarrassed?”

“Well I dunno, do you tell Willow you think she looks nice every time you think she looks nice?”

Hunter opened his mouth to offer a smug response before he realized that while he did in fact let Willow know she looked nice it was usually agreeing with someone. She would walk down to the basement to show off a new dress she had found while thrift shopping with Vee and wanted to show how nicely it complimented the cardigan Hunter had repaired for her and Hunter would be in awe of how she always managed to pick colors that brought out her eyes. He would think how lovely, how stunning, how utterly beautiful she looked but he never said these words.

Instead, Gus would usually deliver the compliment. He’d say “Wow, Willow you look great!” and then nudge Hunter in the ribs with his elbow as he’d raise an eyebrow and say “Doesn’t she Hunter?” Willow would look at him with anticipating eyes for his thoughts, but the sparkle that found her eyes with her expectations only increased the things to say, and Hunter would end up only being able to nod in agreement or mumble a simple “yes.”

Is that how he made Willow feel? How could he ever...?

“Fair point,” He cleared his throat and tried not to convey the journey his mind was on and hoping he seemed like he was totally normal about the question. “Thank you for your clarification, I shall keep the matter between us.”

“You’re not gonna act... weird about this are you?” Amity asked, fairly certain she already knew the answer.

“Me? Weird? No! W-w-why would I be weird about this?” Hunter sputtered nervously.

Oh, she definitely already knew the answer.

“Okay, well I hear her coming back so zip it,” ordered Amity. “If I wake up with a cactus in my sleeping bag, I’m taking you down with me, spaceman.”

Hunter wouldn't know how to bring it up even if he wanted to.

“Sorry it took so long,” said Willow, entering the room on a vine. “But they’re doing great, luckily the automatic water system I instilled has been working perfectly.”

“That’s great, Willow.” said Amity with a smile.

“Yeah that’s totally great!” agreed Hunter, his voice sounding panicked for no apparent reason. “Awesome! Cool! Yeah...”

“Yeah,” agreed Willow, confused by the room’s vibe. “But uh, we should probably get back to the others. I don’t want Camila to worry.”

“Oh yeah, good idea,” agreed Hunter.

“Oh, before I forget,” said Willow, pulling something off her wrist. “I found this yellow scrunchie in my room and I thought since your hair is longer again, you could use it to keep your hair out of your eyes.”

“Really?” he said, as she slipped the hair tie onto his wrist. “Thanks, Willow.”

“’Course,” she said with a smile. “It’s your color, after all. Plus we gotta make sure we can see that pretty face of yours.” She added with a wink.

“Haha yeah o-o-okay,” he said with a gulp. “I should uh, g-g-go check if the coast is clear.”

He ran ahead as Willow chucked to herself, clearly pleased with his reaction. She watched as he ran to the doorway and pulled his hair back into a ponytail and secured it with Willow’s scrunchie.

“Woah, did it just get hotter in here?” Willow whispered to Amity, a faint crimson gracing her cheeks as she watched fondly as he scanned the outside area, his pulled back hair making it easier for her to see his defined jawline. Before Amity could offer her comment on the change in temperature, Willow cut her off as she continued in a dreamy tone. “Never mind, I think it’s just Hunter. If ya know what I mean.” she added playfully, bumping Amity’s arm with her elbow.

“I really, reeeally don't,” groaned Amity as though she was in physical pain, having endured this talk for months in the human realm and now realizing that there was no end in sight. “You have got to stop saying things that to me I am begging you!” Amity pleaded.

“I’ll stop when he stops,” said Willow with a shrug, fanning herself with her hand for emphasis (half to upset Amity further and half because she was truly grateful she had found that scrunchie).

#huntlow #winter toh #willow park #hunter toh #toh #huntlow fanfiction #the owl house #amity blight

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everything that rises | charles leclerc

🏎️ synopsis: cecilia and charles were once inseparable friends, sharing the same dream of working in formula 1, but a disagreement drove a wedge between them. years went by, and the two lost touch. now charles is a ferrari driver and cece is a stats analyst at red bull racing. warnings: childhood friends to enemies to lovers; angst; minors dni. (W.C. 4k)

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"Remain true to yourself, but move ever upward toward greater consciousness and greater love! At the summit you will find yourselves united with all those who, from every direction, have made the same ascent. For everything that rises must converge."

Part 1 — Where did all the years go?

I was a child once. 

Those were the days of our picnics, when we scattered old blankets across the grass in my backyard and surrendered ourselves to the endless expanse of the sky. Hours would slip away, and time would become an afterthought as we lay there.

My mother would prepare us a feast. She would cook plates of succulent chicken, pasta dripping with rich, homemade tomato sauce, and potatoes crisped to perfection. But the real stars of our picnic were the sandwiches, meticulously crafted with layers of tender deli meats, crisp lettuce, and the tangy bite of mustard. To wash it all down, there was the cool, golden elixir of orange juice, poured into Disney character themed glasses that seemed bottomless in their generosity.

In that sun-drenched haven, every bite carried the weight of innocence and the taste of simpler times. Each bite transported us back to a place where the world was benevolent and the future an uncharted landscape filled with endless possibilities. Each and every bite had the taste of childhood and every gaze skyward a glimpse of eternity.

Yet, amidst the symphony of flavors and the warmth of the sun, what I remember most vividly is the sound of his laughter. It echoed through the air, a melodious tribute to our unbridled joy. It was a laughter that mingled with the rustling leaves, harmonized with the distant chirping of birds, and danced in the interplay of sunlight and shadows.

The memory of his laughter takes me to our old secret world, hidden away from the watchful eyes of adulthood. We would slip into our racing suits with the same eager anticipation we had reserved for our favorite childhood games. The rubbery scent of the helmets and the squeak of gloves being pulled on marked the transformation from ordinary mortals to speed-seeking daredevils.

The karts, vibrant and sleek, stood in readiness. Each curve was a ballet of precision and speed, a dance we had rehearsed countless times before. The thrill of victory, the fear of defeat, and the unspoken camaraderie bound us together, making us push the limits of our machines and our own abilities.

Growing up, Charles was always the color red, vibrant and full of life, while I was the color blue, calm and introspective.

Charles embodied the fiery spirit of red — bold and adventurous. He could light up a room with his presence, his laughter ringing out like a joyful melody. Red was the color of his enthusiasm and his unwavering determination to chase his dreams.

I, on the other hand, gravitated toward the soothing embrace of blue. I was the quiet observer, the one who found solace in introspection and the gentle cadence of the world around me. Blue was the color of my contemplation, my affinity for art, and my penchant for delving into the depths of my thoughts.

At home, seated in front of the television watching F1, he pointed at our idols and said:

"Someday, that will be us!"

We became teenagers after that. 

We wouldn’t laugh as hard because, you know, it wasn’t cool. Mom would still make those same sandwiches and they tasted exactly the same. 

Those were the years we started growing apart. But if you asked me then, I would have bet my life that we would remain close friends forever.

“Remember when…” 

That's how all our conversations began. Remember the pillow forts? The ridiculous arguments that ended in tears and laughter? Remember the candy that only appeared on Christmas? My God, do you remember Christmas?

We stopped making new memories. 

Shortly after that, we had a fight.

I remember the words, fragmented and disjointed. It began with a misstep, a clumsy remark, and the spark ignited. The exchange of words grew sharper, laced with the bitterness of misunderstanding.

I have long forgotten if it was something I said, a careless word or something I’ve done – maybe a thoughtless action. I don’t know what he saw that made him feel so much disgust for me.

Because he was supposed to stay in my life forever. Charles had been woven into the very fabric of my existence, an inseparable part of me. So I said to him, "I'm sorry."

And I continued to extend apologies. Each “I'm sorry” was a desperate attempt to mend what was broken, to bridge the chasm that had suddenly yawned between us. 

But Charles, his anger still smoldering, met my apology with silence. 

And then, the silence fell like an impenetrable veil. Charles stopped talking to me.

He no longer responded to my texts.

Time flowed on, relentless and unyielding, and before I knew it, our teenage years had slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.

College became my new reality, and I embarked on a journey that led me to graduate with a degree in data analytics. It was a world of numbers, algorithms, and logic, a far cry from the carefree days of picnics and karting.

The memories of those sandwiches, once a cherished taste of innocence, had blurred into oblivion. I couldn’t remember what they tasted like. The words we used to share, the stories and secrets that once bound us, had dissolved like whispers in the wind.

In the ever-advancing march of time, I became an adult, charting my own path in a world where the laughter of my dear friend had become a distant echo.

There’s a long list of songs that I’ll never listen to again, they remain etched in my memory, melodies that Charles introduced me to — the notes that accompanied our whispered confidences.

When he departed from my life, when I reluctantly let him slip away, he carried with him more than just his presence. He took with him a trove of treasured memories, moments of joy and connection that were now irrevocably severed. 

It was as though I had surrendered a piece of my own soul, willingly letting go of the incredible gifts he had bestowed upon me.

The movies we used to watch together. Our secret codes. Our special places — all of these now lay dormant, waiting to be rekindled by the spark of his return.

I think about him every time I go to the beach. 

Of all the people who had drifted out of my life, Charles was the most difficult to move on from. His absence cast a long shadow over my days, and the ache of missing him lingered like an unhealed wound.

Part 2 — We’ll never be those kids again.

The ache of losing Charles never truly subsided. In a cruel twist of fate, he remained a constant presence in my life, his voice echoing in the corners of my mind, a haunting reminder of what we once had. It was as though he had never truly left, and his absence had become an ever-present, silent specter.

The years passed and Charles and I reached the peak of our respective careers. Our paths continually converged, not by chance, but by the magnetic pull of shared ambition and relentless determination. 

Everything that rises must converge.

As fate would have it, Charles realized his lifelong dream, ascending to the position of Ferrari's number one pilot, while I, working at Red Bull, helped orchestrate the collective genius that propelled our team to the summit of the sport.

Our paths, once so intertwined, had now diverged into two different realms of Formula 1 excellence. 

Every day, I had to navigate the treacherous terrain of our shared world. Going to work became a minefield of emotions, a tightrope walk of avoidance. I watched my every step to shield myself from the painful sight of his face. The mere prospect of crossing paths with him was a torment I couldn't bear.

He was everywhere, woven into the fabric of my daily existence, an inescapable ghost haunting my every moment. Each reminder of his presence, every trace of his existence, felt like a dagger in my heart, a constant, gnawing pain that refused to relent.

I yearned for closure, for the opportunity to attempt the difficult task of moving on. But with him perpetually in my midst, I remained trapped in a state of perpetual longing and unresolved emotions. His lingering presence, both a blessing and a curse, had become a prison from which I couldn't break free.

The ghost of our friendship continued to haunt me, and the weight of his ever-presence threatened to suffocate me. It was a torment that knew no bounds, a relentless battle between the past and the present, and I found myself caught in its merciless grip, yearning for the solace of closure that remained agonizingly out of reach.

And then, the Monaco Grand Prix after-party incident unfolded.

Amid the glittering extravagance of the Monaco night and the boisterous revelry of a crowded party, where luxury cars lined the streets like jewels and the Mediterranean moonlight cast an enchanting glow, the dimly lit room swayed to the rhythm of mirth and the clinking of glasses and the scene was set.

As the hours slipped by, the influence of alcohol cast a hazy, intoxicating spell.

In this whirlwind of emotions and blurred boundaries, I found myself inexorably drawn to Charles, as I had countless times before. Perhaps it was the liquid courage coursing through my veins, or perhaps it was the persistent undercurrent of our unspoken connection that had grown increasingly difficult to ignore.

With a half-empty glass in hand, he approached me, a crooked smile playing on his lips. My eyes, sparkling with the same intoxication that infused the room, met his in a moment of shared recognition.

"You know," he began, his words slightly slurred, "you're really, really pretty."

Our laughter, like music in the night, rang out as I tilted my head in amusement. "Well, thank you," I replied, the warmth of a blush coloring my cheeks. We haven't spoken privately in years.

His gaze remained fixed on me, his words sincere amidst the alcohol-induced haze. "I wish... I wish I could meet you for the first time tonight," he confessed, his voice carrying a hint of longing.

The admission hung suspended in the atmosphere. In that fleeting moment, the past and the present converged, and the burden of unspoken grief simmered beneath the surface, a pain that could never be relieved.

We stood like two lost souls in the heart of a tempest, caught in a moment of naked vulnerability and raw despair. It was a confession that held the promise of unattainable redemption, a fervent wish that whispered of a future forever denied by the inescapable weight of our sorrow.

And in that fragile, alcohol-soaked moment, the boundaries between yesterday and today blurred, leaving us both to ponder what might have been if we were, indeed, allowed to commence anew — an agonizing reminder of the happiness we once shared, now seamlessly forever lost.

Our lips met in a moment of vulnerability, an impulsive act. The taste was bittersweet, a fusion of longing and confusion. But as our mouths sought solace, an overwhelming realization washed over us.

Regret, like a bitter aftertaste, flooded our senses. It wasn't supposed to be this way.

In that fleeting embrace, we had crossed a line that should have remained unbroken. Our eyes met, mirroring the profound disappointment that now hung heavily between us. It was a moment of weakness, a lapse in judgment that threatened to shatter the fragile equilibrium we had struggled to maintain.

As we pulled away, the weight of our actions settled upon us like a heavy cloak, suffocating the intimacy we had once cherished. We stood in silence, our regrets echoing in the stillness of the room, a painful reminder of the irrevocable damage we had inflicted upon our precious bond.

It was a kiss that should never have happened, an ill-fated attempt to recapture something we had lost. And now, the bitter taste of regret lingered on our lips, a constant reminder of the irreversible mistake we had made.

Part 3 — You texted me at midnight.

In the aftermath of the ill-fated kiss, regret was a constant companion, a shadow that cast a pall over our interactions, a reminder of the irreversible mistake we had made. I retreated into the solitude of my own thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder if our connection was destined to remain in this purgatory of regret and unresolved emotions. The echoes of our teenage years had returned to haunt us, a reminder that some wounds, once reopened, could never fully heal.

We couldn't bear to acknowledge the vulnerability we had exposed in each other, and so, instead, we channeled our frustration into a bitter exchange of words and glances.

On the paddock, where our professional lives intersected, we found ourselves caught in a never-ending cycle of snarky comments and pointed remarks. Every interaction was laced with resentment, as if our anger had become a protective armor against the discomfort of our shared mistake.

We exchanged angry looks, each one a silent accusation, a reminder of the blame we had heaped upon each other. It was a dance of frustration and hurt, a toxic cycle that neither of us could break free from.

The tension between us was palpable. Our anger and blame had become a wall, a barrier that kept us at arm's length from each other, a defense mechanism against the pain of our own regret.

Pierre, our only remaining mutual friend, had mustered the courage to ask: 

"So," he began tentatively, "what happened between you two?"

We sat in his living room. The walls displayed abstract art and a minimalist charcoal-gray sofa took center stage. A low, polished coffee table featured art books and a sculptural vase with white lilies, floor-to-ceiling windows framed a city panorama, with navy silk curtains adding drama.

I sighed, my eyes drifting to the floor as I searched for words that would capture the complexity of our situation. "Why don't you ask him?" I countered, my voice tinged with bitterness.

Pierre gave me a knowing look. "I did," he admitted, his frustration evident. "And he said the same thing."

Pierre hoped he could jolt me out of my impasse, force me to confront the truth that had remained buried beneath layers of anger and resentment.

"I thought you had gotten over it," he said, his voice tinged with exasperation. "That little feud. We're adults now, how come you two are still fighting?"

I sighed, the bitterness of our ongoing conflict gnawing at me. "It's not that simple," I replied.

"But it's been years," he insisted.

I sighed, hesitating for a moment. "We kissed. In a moment of weakness. It was impulsive and... Wrong."

Pierre's shock was palpable, his features frozen in a mixture of surprise and concern. "You mean... You and..."

I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "Yes.”

He didn't press the matter further, however, Pierre couldn't help but give knowing looks whenever, for some reason, our paths crossed. Those glances were a reminder that he carried a secret with him

A text from Charles arrived unexpectedly, its arrival marked by the soft glow of my phone's screen in the darkened room. The clock showed me it was past midnight. The message, simple yet laden with unspoken questions, sent a jolt of surprise through me.

"I got your number with Pierre," it read, "Do you still think about me?" 

Charles's question hung in the stillness of the midnight hour. Charles, the vibrant red to my calming blue, had reappeared in my life with an impossible question.

With a sense of trepidation and nostalgia, I began to compose my reply, knowing that the past and the present were converging once more, like the colors red and blue blending on an artist's canvas, creating a new and uncertain shade of emotion.

The words flowed from my fingertips in response to Charles's late-night text, a confession that I had held in my heart for years. "I never stopped thinking about you," I typed, my words echoing the truth that had lingered in the corners of my mind.

The message hung in the digital space between us. In those few words, I had bared my soul, revealing the depth of my emotions and the unspoken longing that had persisted despite the passage of time.

As I hit send, I couldn't help but wonder how Charles would respond to my confession.

Charles's response came swiftly, his words laden with a mix of longing and unresolved emotions. "I never stopped thinking about you either," he admitted, his vulnerability shining through the text message. "I want to kiss you again. Is it weird that I'm still angry at you?"

The weight of his words settled over me like a heavy blanket. It was a confession that mirrored my own feelings.

As I considered my reply, I knew that our reconnection had opened a Pandora's box of emotions. The desire to kiss him again was tempered by the knowledge that the past could not be erased, and the anger we both felt was a testament to the wounds that had yet to fully heal.

"I'm still angry too," I replied, my fingers hesitating over the keys. "I hate you for every single one of our birthdays that we spent apart."

"I'm a bit drunk right now," Charles admitted, his honesty and vulnerability shining through, "I don't think I can handle this well. But please, let's talk tomorrow."

The admission of his inebriation added another layer of complexity to our conversation, a reminder that the emotions we were navigating were raw and unfiltered. Charles's request for a conversation the following day held the promise of a sober and more coherent exchange, a chance to delve into the depths of our feelings without the influence of alcohol.

So I agreed.

Part 4 — That’s it, it’s finally over.

The next day, Charles and I found ourselves at an al fresco restaurant in the heart of London. The table was meticulously set, bathed in the gentle, dappled sunlight that filtered through the lush canopy of trees overhead. Our tentative smiles were like fragile echoes of a bygone connection, softened by the clinking of cutlery and the distant murmur of conversations that framed our reunion.

I absently played with my napkin, my gaze drifting to the greenery surroundings that seemed to envelop us. Charles, his fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass, appeared equally preoccupied by the world beyond our secluded table.

Finally, Charles broke the ice, though his words carried an air of uncertainty. "It's a good weekend for Red Bull, right?" he ventured.

I played along, offering a light-hearted jest. "Maybe I can convince you to join us. The champions' side."

Charles's response came swift and unequivocal, like the snap of a whip. "I would rather lose at Ferrari than win anywhere else."

His words landed like a sharp blow to my chest. I found myself simply staring at him, the weight of his words settling upon me, forcing me to confront the truth I had long avoided.

And then, as if compelled by an unseen force, the words began to spill forth from my lips. "I could never be happy losing."

In that moment, our conversation had shifted, the undercurrent of our emotions resurfacing like a long-buried truth, leaving us both to grapple with the implications of our newfound understanding.

Charles's gaze remained averted, his eyes fixed on a point in the distance as if unwilling to meet mine. “We should talk about what happened.”

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, we should," I replied, my voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

The air around us grew heavy, tears welled in my eyes, their slow descent tracing a path down my cheeks.

"I hate that I have to see you all the time," I confessed, my voice trembling, "and I hate even more the fact that I'm not allowed to talk to you."

Charles finally turned to face me, his gaze locking onto mine with a vulnerability that mirrored my own. His hand reached across the table, tentatively finding mine, and a flush of warmth spread across my cheeks at his touch.

"You can talk to me," he reassured me, his voice a whisper in the intimate space between us. "I don't even remember why we stopped. I don't remember why we fought."

The tender caress of our entwined hands was a poignant reminder of the closeness we had once shared, the meal on the table long forgotten.

"I remember we yelled," I admitted, "and I never yelled like that at anyone before. I felt so awful for what I did to you. So I apologized, but you never responded."

Charles's eyes brimmed with remorse, his grip on my hand tightening. "I'm sorry," he murmured, the words carrying the weight of his own regret, "I'm so sorry. About the kiss too."

"You don't have to apologize for the kiss," I whispered, my voice barely above a hushed breath. My gaze was averted, fear of rejection gnawing at me, embarrassment coloring my cheeks.

"No?" Charles questioned, his hand tenderly tilting my face to meet his gaze.

"No," I confessed, my voice now filled with newfound confidence.

A playful smirk graced Charles's lips as he asked, "So is it okay if it happens again?" His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I saw the face of my friend — happy, just as I remember.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, a cascade of emotions swirling within me. I nodded, my heart pounding with agreement.

We both acknowledged the need for more privacy. Our stay in England was tied to work, so we made the decision to retreat to the muted solitude of my hotel room.

It was an adult decision, the hotel room was a cold and impersonal space, devoid of the warmth and familiarity of our cherished pillow forts. Its sterile decor and neutral palette seemed worlds away from the vibrant tapestry of our childhood adventures.

The environment in which we found ourselves was a stark contrast to the carefree days of our shared past, a visual and emotional testament to the changes that had occurred in our lives.

As Charles's hands traced delicate patterns on my body, it felt nothing like the innocent games of our youth, the boundaries between friendship and something more blurring with each passing moment. Our intentions were clear, and the space around us seemed to hold its breath, aware of the transformation that was unfolding between us.

"I've wanted this for so long," Charles confessed, his voice heavy with desire, after fervent kisses.

I tried to inject a hint of humor into the charged atmosphere, my nervousness evident. "You do know they say sex is the fastest way to ruin a friendship, right?" I quipped.

Charles responded with a lighthearted tone, but the truth in his words was unmistakable. "It's okay, we're not really friends anymore," he replied, his words carrying a weight that hung in the air.

In that moment, it dawned on me with a profound clarity. We truly weren't friends anymore, not in the way we had once been. We were two individuals who wanted each other, drawn together by desire and an unspoken longing.

As our lips met in more fervent kisses, years of unspoken longing and regrets melted away, replaced by the urgency of the present moment. The past had faded into insignificance, and the future remained uncertain, but in that moment, none of it mattered.

In the intimate confines of that hotel room, Charles and I succumbed to the pull of our desires, shedding the weight of unresolved history and embracing the present moment. The chemistry between us intensified, our bodies finding a rhythm that was as natural as it was passionate.

"I'm sorry," I thought I heard him say it in the midst of our shared passion. But in the quiet of that hotel room, we were both offering apologies with our bodies, each touch and caress a silent acknowledgment of the complex emotions that had brought us to this point.

Words had become superfluous, unnecessary in the language we were now speaking — a language of desire and understanding.

In the heat of the moment, we were both apologizing with our bodies, seeking solace and connection in the physical realm. It was an apology for the years of distance and misunderstanding, a silent reconciliation that transcended the spoken word.

As our bodies entwined, the burden of our past regrets melted away, evaporating into the hushed confines of the room. In its place, we found ourselves bathed in a profound sense of catharsis and renewal.

This was a moment of profound vulnerability, an unguarded authenticity that had eluded us for far too long. In the quiet aftermath of our intimacy, we lay together, wrapped in the warmth of our newfound understanding. The room bore witness to a testament to the power of connection to heal wounds and renew the bonds that had once defined us.

#charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #oc fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #friends to enemies to lovers

[pumpkinsy0]

Tim Shepard (Tv series) Head Cannons

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This is if you seen the Tv show or not its fine :P

***he really is a good artist (DID YOU SEE THE DRAWING OF CALIFORNIA HE DID LOL,,,,,HE EVEN GAVE IT TO PONY HOW SWEET OF HIM😭🙏🏻)***

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***I wanna see what you come up wit! I LOVE YOUR HCS THERE AMAZING! AND INTERESTING YOU MAKE ME LIKE THE CHARACTERS MORE JUST BY THE HCS LOL***

But take your time!! NO RUSH THANK YOU🙏🏻♥

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Sorry to ask this! Its just over seen the show and in my opinion i was a great show I loved it! I LOVES IT EVEN MORE CAUSE OF TIM. HE REALLY IS MY FAVE!🙏🏻😭 (IM OBSESSED WITH HIM! NOT IN A WEIRD WAY GOD NO😭) I KIN WITH HIM SO MUCH I RELATE WIT HIM SO MUCH🙏🏻🙏🏻😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also your my favorite "OUTSIDERS" fanpage! Your my favorite person! (Love'ya :D )

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i havent seen the show in a while so what i remember is rusty and i dont think tim was rlly there a bunch so i only have like 3 hcs im srry BUT to make up for it i will go into depth about them kinda sorta, and by hcs i mean aspects of his character i liked in the show and just went “yea thats tim im including that in my tim most definitely” but i do have like 2 hcs

•hes a good artist

loved this part of his character in the show, i feel like he was one of those kids who would doodle on like desk n stuff like that, and maybe he was one of those kids who was into graffiti and he just liked designing things but had no real outlet, sometimes at night when he cant sleep or somethin or hes thinking of like idk gang stuff he draws cause it helps clear his mind, he also just thinks its funny to draw a lot of weiners, hes still a teen hes a lil immature, but i also hc that his artistic abilities kinda inspired angela and curly as well and they become artist in their own right

•hes close to pony

OK LOOK I LOVE THIS AS A FOIL RELATIONSHIP TO DARRY AND CURLY ITS GREAT, but HOW did they get close??? most likely after johnny and dallys deaths, pony spends more time w curly which means more time at curlys house which means seeing tim a lot more as well, at first tim would just pop in and go like “do yall want somethin to eat” and ofc pony was afraid at first but l as time went on, they just kinda clicked, maybe over art, bc each other using creativity as an outlet, or something or bc tim was like “o he is a bit fucked up actually” and took him under his wing

•hes somewhat involved w the curtis gang

mostly based off that one rumble episode, BUT i hc that after dallys death, tim became not close but definitely not a stranger to the curtis gang, he doesnt rlly hang out w them or anything like that, but he does see them quite a bit and talks to them, and especially teams up w them when they need it, think of tim as what dally was to the gang, the guy who came n went but was down w them, but in his own “yall cool but i got a gang to lead so ill help darry a bit when it comes to handlin yall” way if that makes any lick of sense

BUT FOR ACTUAL HCS OF MINE

•i hc that angela and curly werent there bc they were off w their grandma, y u ask??? man idk they love their grandma i guess who r we to judge

•perhaps it was around that time that angela and curly was gone that tim started getting closer to pony cause he kinda missed up and wanted someone to look after, he just got that “damn i need to b a guardian to a fucked up kid or else im gonna go insane my damn self” thing goin on and pony was there so

•i said it before but idc ill say it again, tims art is influenced by haitian art, maybe not like the style exactly, but the idea of it being vibrant, black ppl being shown using the actual color black, yknow that thing

•tim mostly draws ppl and landscapes, maybe he goes out of his way and draws like anatomy stuff wether its normal things or like horror

•he would never actually show his drawings to anyone, he rlly only shows pony it cause he knows pony wont judge, ofc angela and curly knows and have seen it but thats bc theyre nosey and poke around his things, he knows about it but they havent said anything so it’s whatever

thats all i could think of mb</33

and thank u im glad my acc beings some sorta joy, luv ya 2 anon🙏🏽🙏🏽

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #tim shepard #angela shepard #dallas winston #darry curtis #darrel curtis

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

That was quick lol & pretty good answers too :)

1: I forgot if you answer this already but for a animated series or movie, what type of style would you like for the duo? An anime style, modern cartoon, into the spider-verse style, a 3D type of animation similar to the battle of the supersons movie?

2: for the duo, which parent is the favorite? I can see both being mommas boys & liking Lois & starfire more

3: what’s the saddest movie they ever saw?

4: you probably answer this in a previous post but what type of angst did the boys experience? I can see Chris seeing a normal family & experience angst that why couldn’t Zod & his bio mom show the same type of love to him.

5: since they love to wrestle, is there a custom made wrestling ring at their base? It would be pretty cool & fun if they use like tables to slam each other through since they are super durable lol

6: speaking of wrestling, do you know the wrestler rikishi? If yes what’s their reaction to his signature move the stinkface where he rubs his butt all over your face while the opponent is laying on the bottom turnbuckle?

Thanks so much @gothicghost2000 I really appreciate your support and ideas for this silly little superhero fantasy writing experiment that’s been going on for about a year by now. You bring up valid and helpful points to what exactly these two are like together in a version of the DCU that as of now sadly, we can only dream off. It’s small scale admittedly

Now into the questions themselves ;-)

1. Easily a 2D animated show utilizing either traditional cel techniques or even the digital Toon Boom, done with an anime-esque design and aesthetic akin to Teen Titans Animated (2003 to 2006) and the classic Ben 10 (2005 to 2008). Will it be time consuming and relatively costly in the long run, I say maybe but I say it fits well with a TV show format as akin to its 3D cousin, 2D animation can look real pretty to look at and allow for a variety of tones, coloring for backgrounds along with other such techniques to set the mood for the characters, actions and other vibrant motions on screen. Plus I just like 2D over 3D in general anyways lol

2. For Chris, while it’s a very close call, Mom Lois still remains his favorite of the two if only by the thinnest of margins. Ironic, considering that like in canon, when he first appeared after landing in Earth, her uncertain behavior and her comments about what to do with him left him am impression that she didn’t like him. Thankfully, those feelings on Chris’ end were put to rest once she did take him in at first as a foster child and later fully adopted, showing she does love him.

Now for Jake, it’s really all too obvious and yes in the end of the day, you’d be correct my friend lol While Mar’i is a Daddy’s Girl, Jake is even by his own admission a Momma’s Boy. There’s irony here toon canonically as we seen in New Order, because of Kory making the reluctant choice to leave the Grayson household to reform the Titans as a resistance movement against Dick’s Crusaders, Jake by the time of the storyline had gotten rather cold to her, to the point of addressing her by her first name. Thankfully they all reconciled once superpowers were restored to the world thanks to Jake’s powers and Luthor’s scheme.

3. If they stick to their wheelhouse of films meant for their age range or at least something that doesn’t make Dick flip out, it’ll be Kubo and the Two Strings

As for films outside said wheelhouse and most likely the ones they sneak in….. it’ll be both Schindler’s List and The Green Mile. Either case, they’d remain relatively stunned into utter silence with haunted eyes before switching everything off. After a minute passes though….well remember that scene from Rick and Morty in the car after a harrowing time of their own? Picture that, just with Chris screaming “Fudge” instead but more or less generally the idea.

4. Chris mainly suffers from anxiety and C-PTSD as brought about due to Zod’s harsh treatment of him which while only for the first years of his life are nonetheless memorable for all the wrong reasons. He fears rejection from the Family he stays but more so being at fault for pain and misery he brings to others with his actions, that can result in said abandonment and rejection. He strives on being the best to protect others from suffering like how his Father Clark protect him from such, his heart crushed every time he fails to save someone close to him or otherwise.

Meanwhile, Jake aches in his heart for the losses his parents had to endure and the fear of his family and friends in turn suffering either an untimely end or a fate worse than that, and all Jake can do is watch helplessly to stop it. This drive to protect those he cares about and making sure they’re safe also extends to the citizens of the city he protects, the planet half of his heritage hails from and as of his time through middle school….Meredith, the crush of his life, though he’d just say the two of them are just good friends, Meredith similarly saying that. On top of that, he’s haunted by the sight of some street urchins and orphans, with grisly marks and slashes across their bodies, victims of Zsasz, victims he feels guilt y of failing to save no matter how much he knew about it beforehand or not.

Finally though, all these factors are wrapped up by the neat bow that is living up to the legacy of the Boy Wonder and what it stands for many. While his Uncle Tim(my) rightfully has the colors, Jake shares his vision to make sure whoever his partner, his friend, his ‘Batman’ ether it be his Father, his Best Friends or even Bruce himself on some occasions, don’t slip down into a dark bleak spiral that is their mindscapes, not if either Robin or in Jake’s case Skybird can help it.

After all, any crime fighter needs a partner, every ‘Batman’ needs a ‘Robin’, no matter what they think.

5. Oh Yes they will be a customized wrestling ring in the StarCave/Fortress of Fortitude as part of their training room. It has alternating black and blue ring ropes with solid dark purple turnbuckles, made of classic 15 x 15 ft long wood planks on top of a steel frame with a solid yet not too thick layer of foam covered by a cloth mat canvas, at the center of it being their logo. Jokingly, Chris once even suggested the idea of making Wrestling Championship belts for themselves and their friends though Jake notes that YJ already has some for their little wrestling ring back at their Mt Justice HQ. He might need to ask permission first if it’s okay with them to basically copy what they’re doing

6. Both Chris and Jake cringe and shield each other’s eyes almost every time Rikishi does a stink face. They get its charm and ability to whip up a crowd with excitement, it’s just nasty for them though.

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #dick grayson #koriand'r #clark kent #lois lane #tim drake #mention #ben 10 classic #pro wrestling #wwe #wcw #sfw

[redolentgrove]

Luci@Loki: A casual wave of greeting is given to Loki as he approaches, though he takes a moment carefully consider his words... he gives the blossoming tree a thoughtful glance, " 'm sorry to hear about what happened to you at your old home. Already hard enough to deal with some stuff when you've got the whole "legendary" thing goin' on. This place does seem t' mean a lot to you, though- 'specially the color. I'm gonna guess there's somethin' special about that, too?"

Loki had been settled beneath the blossoming dogwood tree, contentedly leafing through a scrapbook of garden plans. She happened to look upward not long after the Mew arrived, returning his wave with a soft, welcoming smile and a wave of her own. She let the psychic feline take his time before he spoke, noticing the casual speech pattern, sensing a... familiarity to his voice. She didn't quite recall it immediately, but a part of her had an inkling of who he was. She nodded in appreciation at his thoughtful question, and the empathy he shared with her over the incident from centuries past.

"Hey. Long time no see. At least, it certainly feels like it's been a long time since I last saw you, assuming I'm thinking of the right Mew. Hopefully I'll get this first try, but uh.... Lu..." She paused and put her left hand to her muzzle. "...cifer? Yeah, that seems like it. Lucifer, right? I know I've talked to you like once or twice; it's hard to remember exactly when or how often but you're definitely familiar. It's always good to see a fellow legendary... even if most would consider me a 'mythical' and not a true 'legendary.' I mean whatever, right?"

Loki shook her head with a sigh. "Thanks for the condolences. Far from your fault, though. Kind of a lot of things that I couldn't really control, but White Forest welcomed me with open branches and I've lived her for hundreds of years. I've walked by my old forest; it's grown back pretty nicely thanks to being protected by those in Castelia City. It's not nearly as full of flowers and the trees are thinner than they once stood, but it's nice to see it still remains in some capacity. I don't dare go back into it, though; I can't guarantee that even after all this time I'd be forgiven for what was formerly seen as a major transgression."

Loki's ears twitched in thought at the Mew's question about her colouration. "Yeah, honestly, I could go on for hours talking about what purple means to me, but I'll spare you the all-day chatter and give you a bit of an abridged version. Purple has basically been my favourite colour since I was a kid. There's always been something about the way it looks, the way it feels... and it was the colour of my first husband's eyes. I fell in love with him the instant I saw the brilliant purple reflecting back when I looked into his gaze, and despite his initial reluctance to trust my words, he liked being around me."

"He was a Houndoom. His name was Xera Rainmist Shijima... but he always went by just Shijima. Or Shiji-boo, or Sweetheart; he never got tired of that from me. Hehe..." She blushed a bit at the memory, a few happy tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "I'm going to get this backwards, I'm sure, but I think Xera was his family name, and Rainmist was the name of his clan. And Shijima was his given name. We built a relationship from the ground up; I began earning his trust, and in time, his love. This tree... we planted it here on the night we were wed, as it was a long-standing tradition to plant a tree to symbolise the strength and commitment of two Pokemon who chose to be life partners. It was said that if the tree wilted, the union was doomed, but this tree not only prospered, it flourished, and became my nightly sleeping spot, usually with him curled up along my tauric belly."

"I chose the dogwood because it takes a vibrant, stunning hue of amethyst during the fall, and with me being born on the Autumnal Equinox, and him being, well, a dog Pokemon, it felt almost like I couldn't go wrong to make that the emblem of our union, you know? Years went by; purple became even closer to me, more a part of my core identity, and eventually, with such volatile DNA in my body, I became more and more like the dogwood that served as my long-time home with Shijima. The peppermint scents became lavender, what once were emerald eyes became amethyst to match Shijima's. And of course..." Loki's tail waggled gently, the leafy appendage ruffling a bit with each motion. "The affinity I have with plants shone through into my appearance."

"I guess you could say that all of this purple is somewhat of a way of wearing my heart, and the memories of my husband, on my sleeve, so to speak." Loki wiped up at her tearing eyes with a soft grunt, ears drooping before perking back toward the sky. "It's funny how even the simplest habits and memories so firmly shaped and embedded themselves in me that it began to show on my outside as well. I'm certainly a lot less fiery than I was in my youth, and I certainly wasn't anything like this..." She gestured to her body. "...back in those days."

It's possible that Lucifer would be thankful he got the abridged version of the story at this point, but not being psychic, Loki wouldn't know either way. Regardless, the answer was out, and one could sense a palatable relief in the hybrid's expression. Lavender scents filled the surrounding air, and a careful ear would detect soft purrs of contentment from Loki's muzzle. One might sense that Loki felt relief from being able to relive happy memories, and that being able to do so with an old acquaintance brought its own comfort. Still, the answers and stroll down memory lane brought their own questions with them, but those would be for another day...

(( @ask-no151 ))

#answered ask #loki leafmintaur #lucifer mew #wow that felt good to flex the muscles a bit #now to try and be a bit more thorough with folks' asks LOL #y'all certainly deserve it with your thoughtful questions

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction

CHAPTER 10

The morning sun arises and it appears Gale isn’t by my side as I’m waking up. I am struggling to keep my eyes open as I try to get up, but it seems nearly impossible; I did sleep well, however. Exhaustion has taken a big toll on me, but at least I know why now. After about five minutes, I manage to stand up and notice everyone is up and ready, eating breakfast at the campfire. The scent of eggs, ham, and roasted fruit is hitting my senses rather abruptly, but I enjoy it nonetheless. I notice my nausea has faded, and I seem to be doing okay with my vision. I feel the most normal I’ve felt in days!

“Ah, there she is!” Wyll says. Him and Karlach are sitting on logs, his arm wrapped around her waist since he’s a bit shorter than her and can’t wrap it around her shoulder.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Karlach says with much more enthusiasm than I could have in the mornings. I smile, stretching my body as I prepare to sit back down to eat. I could just hug her precious self.

“Man… I’m sorry. Of course I’d be the one to wake up last. I was just so exhausted. I feel much better now of course,” I say with a raspy, tired voice.

“You need your rest baby,” Gale assures me, kissing the side of my head ever so sweetly. “Do not apologize.”

“Say, where’s Astarion and Shadowheart?”

“Oh, they took an early start back to Waterdeep. Since we have Wyll and Karlach, we will be alright. I told them to go ahead and wait for us there.”

“Wait, so Astarion was out in the sun yesterday and again this morning. What gives? I thought the fucker would burn to a crisp,” Karlach says. “The nerve of some people. I want him alive though, of course.”

“I was wondering that myself,” I responded, wondering what could be causing this sudden cure to his sunlight exposure. Surely not another tadpole and there’s no way for him to ascend…or is there? I’m starting to question our lives again and if there’s some sort of trickery upon us. Then again, maybe there’s just something he’s not telling us.

We don’t have much longer until we make it back home, and although it’s been a short trip, I’m thankful for all the memories I’m reliving with my closest friends. I sit here, wondering what life will be like in several months, how our lives will change forever. Part of me is nervous, while there’s a glimmer of excitement held within me.

Off we go, on the path again back to Waterdeep. One can only hope and pray that nothing happens between Raphael and those bloody cultists that I thought we obliviated from existence. I can’t help but feel a strange sensation within my stomach, completely unrelated to the pregnancy. It seems to be instinctual. We begin to cross a lovely old bridge that’s about to lead us into another region, and I can’t help but notice the lively and vibrant colors of the lands that were once filled with death and vile atrocities. You would never guess that is what this place used to be if you look at it.

“Oh man, I hope I get to babysit little baby Dekarios or I might just die,” Karlach says. “I’ve been close to death several times but this would take the cake. I’d wait until they’re a little older, though.”

“Why wait? You don’t want to have to handle the glories of regurgitation upon your flesh? The various odors that come along with infants?” Gale asks. “Come on, Karlach.”

“Nah, man. I’m good in that department. I can hold off on that.”

“So roughly when the child is five or six then?”

“Now we’re talking, sport.”

An all-too-familiar feeling becomes a reality and I know exactly what it means now.

“Something’s wrong,” I say, observing the area around us. “We’re being watched.” An unsettling growling sound can be heard nearby and it resembles a creature from the Hells we’ve fought before. Unfortunately, I have the sounds of those creatures memorized. Whatever it is, it seems to be invisible, but the sounds are close enough to be aware it’s close to us. By close, I mean a couple feet away, and that makes this entire situation so much worse. Being out of potions and only a cleric, lacking any spells to view any invisible beings.

“Shit. Do any of you have a ‘see invisibility’ potion or spell?” I ask. “A creature is lurking near us. Little shit is spying.” It’s unsettling that we’re being spied on, more than likely by someone sent by Raphael for whatever reason.

“Hold on – I have Faerie Fire.” The spell radiates from Wyll and suddenly the flying demonic creature can be spotted. The flash of the spell startles it, causing it to panic for a brief moment. Its large wings stretch behind its back while it raises its dagger-like claws. The creature stands rather tall, and now I notice it’s a Horror, a type of undead that we fought at the Last Light Inn before.

“Well, that’s certainly no imp,” Wyll comments. The Horror slowly creeps toward me, eyeballing me like I’m sort of a meal to be devoured. Gale, Wyll, and Karlach immediately rush in front of me to keep me protected.

“Stay away from her, I’d rather you get me instead,” Gale threatens with a stern voice behind his gritted teeth. His brow is furrowed, like he’s flustered and ready to attack this monster. My heart is racing rapidly like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and what I really want to do is fight this creature back with all the strength I have, but shortly realize I can’t. The Horror flies over Gale, trying to snatch me with the gigantic claws, but Wyll’s Eldritch Blast pushed the demon several meters away right before it could take grip of me. Karlach then dashes as quickly as she can toward this heinous creature, bashing in its guts with her battle axe. Blood squirts violently from the bowels of the Horror, splatting on Karlach’s crimson flesh as she finalizes the gruesome death of this demented beast.

“Whew! By the Gods… At least that’s taken care of,” Karlach says. “Where the fuck did that come from?!” Gale turns to face me, a look of distraught and worry expressed on his face.

“Are you alright?” he asks me. I nod, but I’m speechless, trying to process what just happened. You’d think I’d be used to this by now, but being pregnant has me on edge and full of fear all the time. I just don’t want anything happening to the baby, and Gale clearly doesn’t either. While he’s always been very attentive and comforting, he’s been extra protective and it’s brought me a sense of comfort.

“Yes. I wish I could help. I want to do something. I feel useless.”

“NO,” Karlach, Wyll, and Gale all say simultaneously before I could say anything else.

“We appreciate you wanting to help, but we can’t risk it. You aren’t in a state where you should fight right now,” Gale says, and I hate how right he is. I sigh, but still give a light smile. I won’t lie though, the urge to fight has been consuming me lately. I’m sure it will be much more intense once the baby is here.

“That…thing…was trying to take me rather than kill me. Why? What the hells?!” I shout, feeling frustration overwhelm my body. I take a deep breath, trying not to let it take over and stress me out more than I already am.

“Raphael won’t stop at anything to have you, all because of the damn orphic hammer and the crown,” Gale mentions. “Sometimes I almost wish we never got involved.”

“Note to self: don’t try to steal tools from someone’s house. Got it,” Karlach says, jumping around and shaking her hands, as if she’s warming up for an intense exercise. Brutal acts of violence seems to get her hyped up for another round I’ve noticed.

“You helped us steal that hammer.”

“You win this round, Gale. Fine. I know not to do it again. Love you guys, though.”

The adventure back to Waterdeep surely is a doozy so far, and I only imagine it could get even more intense from here. What other horrors will come across our path? What will Raphael do? We begin to pass the building that was once the House of Healing, which seems to be fully restored to an actual hospital, cleansed of the evil chaos that once lived there. How many survivors affected by Ketheric Thorm are within that building? The Waning Moon has turned into a lively bar and entertainment facility. “Live music, dancing, and Stand up Comedy” the sign says.

“So much has changed,” I say, observing the new structure of the area. The entire area is unrecognizable and it’s so pleasant to look at. Every crushed and destroyed building and architecture is fully restored to what it looked like before the shadows corrupted, as if nothing happened to them at all.

“Wait, are we even going the right way? I don’t remember seeing any of this before,” Karlach says. “You know, on our adventure back to Baldur’s Gate.”

“Yes, honey, we are. We just didn’t have time to take it all in before,” Wyll assures her, a half-smile on his face as he tries not to laugh. He just adores her so much and it shows. She shrugs and continues to prance her merry way with us along the path.

As we continue walking past the bar, I hear a familiar male voice saying my name in the distance. His voice is deep, with a hint of enthusiasm as he spots me.

“Emmy! Emmy!” The voice is getting closer, and to my very surprise, it’s Halsin. The handsome, kindhearted druid Elf that got rid of the Shadow Curse. A true friend of mine who always wanted peace for everyone, an advocate for the children and helpless, and a spirit of nature. Someone who I always aspired to be. We rescued him from the goblin camp, where he was going to slowly be tortured and killed by goblins and their drow leader Minthara. Ever since, we’ve been great friends. I turn around noticing him approaching us, smiling brightly as he sees us. It’s so nice to see another familiar face, I was worried something may have happened to him.

“Halsin? What are you doing here?”

“I was just checking in on the lands. I’ve been helping regrow the plants and trees in the area.” He inhales the fresh air, smiling as he exhales. “My, it’s so good to see you. Last time we spoke was at the reunion six months ago.”

“Yes, you are correct. Wow. I love how you’ve helped restore these lands. This place is so beautiful.”

“Thank you. I do what I can, when I can. How have you been?”

“You might want to grab some popcorn,” Karlach chimes in. That caused Halsin to raise an eyebrow, and he seems to be very invested in what I am about to say. This is still news I’m not used to saying out loud.

“Well… Long story very short, Raphael is after me, I live in Waterdeep with Gale, Shadowheart, and now Astarion… Oh, and Gale and I are having a baby.” His jaw drops, but with a smile as he does so. He laughs but in a very excited manner, not to be rude. He appears to be ecstatic.

“Other than the issue with a heinous devil, that’s great news! Oh wow. Parenthood is beautiful. I’ll have to visit you very soon, and more often for sure. I adopted Arabella, Yenna, and Thaniel. They’ve been a handful for sure.”

“We’re only having one. I can’t imagine having three. Props to you!” Gale tells him.

“Thank you. It’s been quite the journey. Trying to keep three children entertained can be hard, but luckily they all love being outside. I am glad I ran into you all. I’m going to finish getting this place restored, but once I’m finished I’ll come visit you all and we can catch up. I’ll be there for you if you need it. Congratulations and if you need any help with Raphael, just say the word.”

“I appreciate you, Halsin,” I say. We hug, more than grateful for his unconditional friendship and compassion, and a huge weight is off my chest knowing he will still be there for us when we need it.

“I never really knew Halsin well,” Wyll chimes in, “but he’s so kind. I’m glad to see him doing well and getting rid of the evil past of this place.”

I take a deep breath, thinking it really may end up being okay in the end after all.

#bg3 #gale baldurs gate 3 #gale bg3 #gale #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #halsin #karlach #wyll ravengard #astarion #spawn astarion #dnd #dungeons and dragons #ao3 #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #fanfic

[autumnalwalker]

Hello hello, and happy Muse Monday! For the Archivist, what's one autumn tradition that you miss from your home world?

(Answering below in character as per the rules of Muse Monday...)

Autumn... it would be that time of year now, wouldn't it, with the equinox not long past. Or would it be spring? Hard to say with this place only having two real seasons to speak of, dry and rainy. And the Village is just barely south of the equator, so I suppose that technically offsets the seasonal cycle as well.

Autumn... what was it like again? No, that's too dramatic a wording. I haven't forgotten, it's just that I have to concentrate on it. It's a period defined by transition. Spring is the beginning of warmth. Summer is a middle and heat. Winter is a cold ending. But autumn? Autumn is the space between. A winding down and a handing off. A stop to take a breath. Seasons are cycles and all of them are in perpetual transition to the next, but none of the others embody it so fully.

But that doesn't say what it was like, now does it? It varied with climate, of course, but most archetypically it was defined by the changing of the leaves on trees. For many species in many places their leaves would, for a few months, change from green to a vibrant spectrum of reds, oranges, and browns. Warm colors set alight in contrast to the falling temperature. And along the way the leaves would begin to fall in preparation for the cold and dark of winter, lending the season it's other name. Fall. It was my favorite season, I think. I have this impression of being from someplace too warm to get much of the classical look of autumn in the trees, but being surrounded by the imagery all the same. It was the perfect time of year for me to be outside, with the overbearing heat of summer finally gone but the biting chill of winter not yet arrived. For all that it's the season of life winding down, I do believe it was the season in which I felt most alive. One would think that spring should have been similar, but something about it just wasn't the same. And once again I am reminded that my body must have changed when I came here to tolerate this endless summer so well.

Autumn... what were its holidays again? Those are always so hard for me to recall. Strangely, it seems that the only ones I can remember the names of were the ones I know I didn't celebrate. There were four in that season I observed though. Or maybe it was two holidays and two days with personal significance. At any rate, I can only remember anything about two holidays in that part of the year. One was, if I recall, much like the solstice celebrations here. A time specifically meant above all else as being for gathering with family and loved ones, culminating in the sharing of a meal.

The other one though, it tugs on my memory more than any other now that I turn my mind in its direction. I suspect it was my favorite, not only of the season, but of the year. How do I describe it in a way that anyone in the Village could understand? It was just such a strange one, lacking the ties that most other holidays had to religion or patriotism. Then again, how would I even describe patriotism to people from a world consisting of exactly one Village? Suffice to say, it had unusual cultural roots compared to most others. And as for what it was even celebrating there was a fascinating duality to it. On the one hand, it was a holiday about confronting and embracing fear, horror, darkness, and death. On the other hand it was a time of playful whimsy that turned the darkness into something fun. Alluring. Familiar even. Whether one leaned more to one side or the other or found a way to blend them was entirely a matter of individual preference. It was a time for those who didn't fit in or harbored love for things other found unsettling to embrace that about themselves. And on the day itself the tradition was to don a costume and be something, or someone else for a night, whether that be a monster, a character from a story, another profession, or a walking joke. Or for some, it was a chance to doff the figurative mask they had to where for the rest of the year and have a moment to be themselves for once. In many places, houses would be decorated for the holiday with symbols and figures of horror made whimsical and costumed children would go from door to do as the houses' residents handed out sweets. Something like the equinox festival here, except with everyone dressed as a shade all at once.

If autumn is a season of transition and liminality, of things changing from one form to another and nothing being as it was seems or will be, then that holiday may have been the purest concentration of that.

Autumn... once upon a time it meant so much more to me than a change in average ambient air temperature. More than just another step in the natural cycle and its cultural associations. It was dear to me... I think. I find myself thinking of how when I first arrived here I cried tears of joy at not recognizing myself in the mirror and didn't know why. I still don't, not entirely, but now I wonder if my love for that holiday was for a similar reason. Perhaps it is for the best that I can't recall it viscerally enough to miss as acutely as I otherwise might in this world of endless summer.

#muse monday #writeblr #writers on tumblr #ask game #oc ask game #answered asks #the archivist's journal

[realityparty]

EDDIE MUNSON WEEK: Day three, graduation/ the freak or high school AU

This is my take on the whole Eddie being with a cheerleader. 

TITLE: Bring It On SUMMARY: Jensen tries out for the Hawkins cheer squad, much to Eddie’s horror. PAIRING: Eddie x OFC

WORD COUNT: 9k WARNINGS: 18+, underage drinking, smut, Eddie has a thigh fetish, cursing I apologized if the smut is terrible. Hopefully, I caught most of the spelling errors! Writing Links: Stranger Things Masterlist

It seemed Hawkins was going through an intense heat wave. Despite sitting in front of a fan, going to the pool, and heck, even taking a dip in Lover’s Lake could not bring any reprieve from the brutal heat of the sun. Eddie was fully convinced that it was the heat that had the words coming out of his best friend’s mouth. 

They had decided to sweat it out in his trailer, clad in the simplest clothes. And as much as he loved his long hair, it was sort of becoming a nuisance. Jensen had offered her braiding skills. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but the feeling of Jensen parting his hair so gently and the way her fingers scratched his scalp felt really good. The bonus was in this heat wave he won’t have to worry about his hair for a couple of days as well as she works on giving him two French braids. 

Eddie knew he got extremely lucky with his friendship with Jensen Thomas. 

She had moved to town in January of this year and he had the added advantage of being her neighbor. That also meant he could be on the welcoming committee as well. She had moved in from Indianapolis with her dad. 

Jensen was a different breed than all the girls that infested Hawkins. Eddie could admit Hawkins was homogenous. Anything that was a little outside of the normally repressed WASP suit with its nuclear family and a white picket fence was considered the devil’s work. Or “a freak” as they have labeled him along with his Hellfire club. 

Jensen had curly brown hair streaked with vibrant pink, purple, and blue strands. Her skin, usually a tawny beige color, which was a vast contrast to his and 99.9% of the population's white skin, stood out. Now, her skin was turning to a brown-red terra cotta or maybe a smooth ochre darkened from the sun. He felt depending on the colors she wore would highlight the deep bronze of her skin. And her deep brown eyes he wanted to plant himself in her deep gazes. 

But she was different and beautiful. She made him almost grateful that he had to repeat senior year, especially now with the words that had tumbled out of her mouth, which had him questioning his sanity. 

“Cheerleading?” Eddie repeated as the word tasted foul on his tongue. “Of all things, Cheerleading! Just join Hellfire, officially, if you’re bored.” 

He had yet been able to convince Jensen to actually join a D&D campaign officially. Despite boasting that he was the best Dungeon Master she could ever have the honor of learning under, it had only rewarded him with a smirk and a pat on the head as she declared she would rather watch than play. 

He didn’t need to be looking at her to know she rolled her eyes. “This place has no gymnastic team, Eddie. Rolling dice isn’t exactly going to keep me nice and limber.”

Eddie's heart raced. If she got on the cheerleading team, it meant her possibly leaving the lunch table. She would have to attend those stupid sports games and associate with people who were the bane of his existence. Oh god, what if a jock tried to make a move on her? 

Eddie’s head snapped back by Jensen’s grip. He met the somber gaze of Jensen as she pulled him back by his hair. 

“Don’t be overdramatic, please.” 

He groaned as her full and supple lips formed a pout. He was a goner, and they both knew it. 

“No promises.”

Jensen rolled her eyes as she pulled his head back to the position she needed it in as she finished his braids. 

Eddie sighed as he felt his world was about to turn upside down. 

Eddie felt like the tryouts had come too quickly for his liking. In between his band’s practice and gigs and D&D campaigns, she subjected him to many cheers and dances. He thought at this point he could audition to wave chopped-up plastic bags around. It was with dread that he realized his friend was serious about this endeavor. 

And he was going to be a supportive friend. After all, she has come to every Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout, listened to all his rants on D&D, and she even designed a new Hellfire shirt for this upcoming school year. 

It was a no-brainer that he would give her a ride to the tryouts. He ignored the fact he was willingly driving to Hawkins High in the middle of summer, not for school, but he frowned at all the cars that filled the parking lot. 

It’s all green, yellow, and hair neat and clean. The total opposite of his green and white dented van, curly hair, and ripped jeans. It was weird that they considered him a cult leader. 

“You can stay in the van.”

Eddie whipped his head over to look at Jensen, who was eying him apprehensively. He gave her a soft smile. “Just give me a minute.”

Jensen didn’t question him. She only nodded her head as she hopped out of the van. She looked back at him and he gave her a wave that seemed to settle something in her. Eddie rested his head against the steering wheel. Christ, he was 19, and he was on the verge of insanity because his friend wanted to be a cheerleader. 

Eddie sighed as he stepped out of the driver’s seat and grabbed his pack of cigarettes. The nicotine flooding his system made him happy. He debated on if he should stay in his van, but he knew he wouldn’t. He would suffer in watching them wave plastic bags around as his brain matter leaked out of his ears. 

He finished his cigarette quickly and flicked it out of his fingers tips since Jensen wasn’t here to scold him for littering. 

He leisurely made his trek to the track field where there was a group of girls in their athletic best waiting to try out. He made his way to the bleachers, and he froze as his boots hitting the metal made a loud bang, causing all eyes to fly towards him. 

He looked at the group of girls glaring at him for interrupting whatever speech was being said. Except there was a pair of deep eyes that reminded him of syrup looking at him and he was drowning as he watched a smile bloom across her face. 

Eddie watched impressed as Jensen worked through the tryouts and all the challenges those girls were throwing at her. He was like a proud mom as he mouthed the routine with her and did small mimicking movements of the familiar Hawkins cheers he heard for the past five years. Yet, when she did her freestyle, he didn’t care about the attention he drew himself as he cheered and clapped loudly for Jensen. 

“Hey, Freak!”

Eddie eyed Jason Carver and his bandit of idiots standing at the bottom of the bleachers.

His eyes caught Jensen’s, who had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. He threw her a quick smirk as he gave Jason a blinding smile. 

“Who have I pissed off to earn the displeasure of your company?” Eddie replied from his place. His eyes gleamed as Jason’s chest puffed underneath his Hawkins gray t-shirt. 

“What are you even doing here?”

Eddie eyed the boy. “Minding my business.” Eddie plopped back down on the metal bench. “Is there a purpose you’re over here because I’ll have you know I charge by the hour?” Eddie threw in a wink for good measure and watched as Jason’s face turned an interesting shade of red. 

Jason and his cronies left him alone, and Eddie turned his attention back to Jensen. Her eyes were full of questions. He rewarded her with some devil horns with his fingers and stuck his tongue out. He could hear her laughter from the bench. 

Jensen was bursting with energy as the tryouts were over. Eddie watched as she practically skipped to the car. “You want some burgers?”

“Well, if you are offering,” Jensen replied with that sweet smile of hers. “Eddie Munson, my personal sugar daddy.”

Eddie snorted. “Maybe we will have to put those cheerleading skills to use then.”

“People do have fetishes for girls wearing the cheerleading skirt.” Jensen stood in front of his van and posed like a pin-up girl. “How much do you think I could make in an hour?”

Eddie paused as he eyed Jensen’s frame. She wasn’t stick thin like most of the girls. She had curves and his favorite features were her ass and thighs. Jesus, Eddie needed to get a grip. Her thighs were exposed in that stupid skirt were about to be his most beautiful nightmare. After all, when did he develop those feelings for Jensen? 

Jensen made the squad, which wasn’t surprising to Eddie. He thought the squad would have been stupid to not have her. Yet, now her free time was taken up by cheerleading and their stupid fundraising. He was sure that if he didn’t live next door to her, he wouldn’t see her as much. Maybe he was being a tad dramatic, considering he was in a band and played D&D. He was just used to Jensen tagging along and being there. 

It was Monday afternoon and the boys just got done practicing their gig for Tuesday night at the Hideout. With Jensen going to be gone for most of the day, he had offered to take them to get burgers and then go rent a movie. 

They were passing downtown when they came across a display of balloons and a wet street. Eddie frowned as he looked at the gaggle of girls in their bright, colorful swimsuits. 

“Holy shit! Is that Jensen!” Gareth exclaims with his face practically plastered to the window. 

Eddie’s foot pressed on the brake and had his van screeching as he caught Jensen in her two-piece that was black with multi-colored frogs on it. He was at least thankful that she was wearing a pair of jean shorts. Yet, he didn’t know she even owed a pair of daisy dukes. 

Jensen had her hair in two French braids similar to the style she gave him weeks before. She was laughing at something Chrissy said. Her skin was wet and glistening. Either way, he didn’t know why he felt her swimming suit was more scandalous and dangerous to his libido when they both jumped into Lover’s Lake only in their underwear. 

Eddie smacked the back of Gareth and Jeff's heads. “Avert your eyes.”

“Come on, man, it ain’t like we are the only one looking,” Gareth replied as he rubbed his head.

“Besides, have you to admit that Jensen is hot as fuck?” Jeff added. 

“Whoa!” Eddie yelled as he glared at his two friends. “Way out of line.”

Gareth snorted. “Just because we are all friends. We aren’t blind, Eddie. I think the only reason people haven’t tried anything is because of you. But if she is now a cheerleader…”

“Now what,” Eddie pressed.  

“...its like open season with those jocks,” Gareth answered. 

Eddie shook his head. Jensen wasn’t like that. She wouldn’t date the likes of Jason Carver and his band of idiots. She wouldn’t replace him with them. 

Eddie turned his gaze back to the burning asphalt and soapy cars. 

It convinced Eddie that cheerleading was the real cult. 

“You’re not even listening to me.”

Eddie’s brown eyes bore into Jensen’s, who was lounging across his bed. They both had nothing to do for the day for once. They had the trailer to themselves. He was moving between plotting a new D&D campaign and plucking the strings on his guitars. She was flipping through a magazine, which was new for her. And from the quick flash he saw of it, it looked to be Cosmo. 

“What?” He said gruffly as his fingers tapped against his D&D binder. 

“Wayne said you’ve been moody for the past few weeks.”

“What?” 

“Edward.”

“When you even talk to Wayne?”

“Today. I see him as much as you see him, Eddie.”

“Hmm,” Eddie replied. 

He didn’t see it coming when his binder was snatched from his lap. 

“Hey!” He shouted as she placed the binder underneath her. Eddie immediately lunged after her, but her knees come up. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her down. 

“Ahh!”

He smiled as the binder was visible. However, he underestimated she was a gymnast as her legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist. He made an oomph sound as he toppled over. He caught himself with his forearms and he peered down at her. 

“What is up with you?” She asked.

“Nothing.”

“Edward.”

“I’m being serious, nothing,” he reiterated. 

“And I’m the Queen of England,” Jensen retorted. 

Eddie rolled his eyes, and he looked down at Jensen, who still had a vice grip on him with her legs. “You know, the last time a girl had me like this, my bed got lovely decorations.”

“Ugh, gross Eddie.”

Eddie cackled as she released him and he plopped down on the bed beside her, causing her to jiggle a bit. 

Jensen turned, so she was on her side as she peered at him. “We need to go school shopping.”

Eddie made a disgusted face that caused Jensen to laugh. She moved over so her chin was resting on his chest. “You are going to graduate this year, Eddie.”

“You still sitting at the table?”

“What in the hell type of question is that?” Jensen asked, offended. “Of course I am.” Jensen sat up and ruffled his hair, causing him to slap her hands away. “Don’t be silly, Eds.”

She leaned over and grabbed the magazine she was looking at. She threw it on his chest and he realized it wasn’t Cosmo she was looking at, but the local ads. 

“What color bookbag do you want this year?”

He didn’t know what it was about this moment as he looked at Jensen and watched as she grabbed his guitar. Her fingers played a very choppy rendition of “Cherry Bomb” that should embarrass them both, considering how many times he had tried to teach her the basics. 

He watched as she mimicked the stage presence of Joan Jett and gave him a blinding smile. 

Damn, he had a crush on his best friend. 

Jensen had only been half-serious when she told Eddie about trying out for cheerleading. It had surprised her he didn’t insist he needed to perform an exorcism right then and there. She was serious when she told him she needed some physical activity. She missed the routine of gymnastics. God, she missed having sore muscles and the stupid leotards. 

Jensen longed for the camaraderie between her and her teammates. Then she felt guilty, as Eddie was her best friend and he more than made up for the things she missed. He had easily welcomed her to the fold. He had been the best welcoming committee anyone could have asked her. It was a shame and pity how people in town treated him. 

It baffled her that Eddie was considered scandalous for liking heavy metal and D&D when it was normal and accepted in the more urban areas of states. Still, Eddie was the bright spot in her life and she hoped to never lose his friendship. 

She knew he was having a hard time with her being a cheerleader now. She wished she could say that it was utterly miserable. Yet, it wasn’t. The girls said nothing to her face nasty. She was under no illusion that they never said anything bad about Eddie or her. They were nice to her face, especially since she brought skill to their routine. Still, just being a cheerleader brought her teetering on the edge of moving up on the social ladder that she and Eddie both despised. 

Yet, she was surprised she had convinced him to come to a sports game. As a cheerleader, it was mandated to cheer for both the football and basketball teams. Football in the fall and basketball in the spring. 

Jensen was nervous. Her fingers gripped the edge of her green skirt. She turned into the mirror and admired her body. Luckily the Spanx provided the coverage she needed not to flash everyone. She grabbed her pompoms and found Eddie and her dad talking. 

The two immediately stop talking. A weird feeling settled in her tummy as Eddie's eyes do a once-over and linger on her legs before they snapped to her face when her dad coughed. 

A fire burned in Eddie's cheek that stayed the rest of the night. 

"I don't get it," Eddie muttered as they pulled out of the school's parking lot.

"I think they could say the same for people who play D&D, Eds,"  Jensen added as she buckled herself in. It had surprised her to find that Eddie stayed sat on the bleachers and didn't escape to smoke a joint at his selling point. 

She watched as he sat on the bleacher chewing his thumbs and hair. He seemed to pay attention to the game, which garner his confusion about how people were investing in people cheering for someone to run across a field. 

"Thanks for coming, Eddie." 

Eddie peered at her through his growing bangs. "You don't have to thank me. You know I need to support my girl."

Her cheeks warmed at his words. The smile was instant on her lips. She leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

The van served a bit and his brown eyes were as wide as he eyed her. "What was that for?"

Jensen shrugged her shoulders. "Just cuz." 

Affection between them wasn’t uncommon. She was used to Eddie wrapping her in tight hugs. He loved squeezing her cheeks, making her lips pucker. If they were lounging on the couch since she had curly hair, he couldn’t exactly run his fingers through it. He would run his fingertips along her hairline. 

She was the type to lie on top of him if he was lounging on his stomach. She loved playing with his hands, twisting the rings on his fingers that decorated them. If he was seated, she had no problem wrapping herself around his shoulders or across his lap. 

Yet, kisses were rare. Eddie would playfully kiss her hand and that was usually it. 

Now, though, she wondered what it would feel like to kiss Eddie. If he liked to tease and nibble on lips. The taste of him in her mouth. Most likely, there would be the lingering taste of beer. Nicotine would stain his tongue. If he would kiss her, would it be as if he was starving for breath for her? Or would he tame the urge to be consumed by her - them? 

But Eddie was her best friend. She knew there was no use in having thoughts like that. 

Thankfully, cheerleading didn’t alter their schedule too much with school. Jensen relied on Eddie for rides, so she was thankful that any games or practice coincided with his Hellfire schedule. Although she forgot how seriously Eddie took his campaigns and they could go on for hours. She knew he was waiting to crush the spirits of the poor freshmen that had joined Hellfire. Not one to cause a disturbance and have all eyes on her if she walked into Hellfire, she waited in Eddie’s van. She bid bye to the girls and reassured Chrissy she was fine in waiting. After all, she preferred not to have to sit in a car with Jason Carver. 

Thankfully, Eddie had cleaned his van out and she smirked at the air fresheners haphazardly hung in the van. She had been bitching for weeks. His van was like a dirty locker room. She got comfortable in the passenger seat and thought maybe she could try to sleep. A quick nap would do her good, as she knew Eddie would have a burst of adrenaline after a session if it went as well as he planned. 

She didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until the sharp jolt of the van had her bolting upright. 

“You little shit!” Eddie barked as he glared at his back seats. 

Jensen blinked and wiped her eyes. She looked at Eddie, confused. “What’s going on?”

He gave her a remorseful smile. “Sorry, babe, promised to give the kiddos a ride.”

Jensen fixed her seat and turned to stare at Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, and Mike Wheeler. The only one missing was Will Byers. She assumed Jonathon had picked him up. She found the boys sweet. There was some serious hero worship going on with Dustin and Eddie. As much as Eddie acted indifferent towards it, she knew he was loving it and that someone seemed to admire and respect him. 

Jensen loved all the boys. However, her favorite was Will. She wouldn’t admit it aloud as she didn’t want to cause any tension between the boys. 

“Hi, Jen,” Dustin and Lucas greeted. 

“Sorry, Jen,” Mike said with a grimace. He must have been the culprit in slamming the door. She turned to find Eddie glaring daggers at the raven-haired boy. She rolled her eyes at Eddie. 

“Hi, boys. How was the session?”

She almost regretted the question as it seemed a firework shot off as the three began speaking at once. Excitement was clear in their tones as they regale the torture Eddie put them through. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Eddie smiling. Yet, seeing their excitement despite the school’s whispers about them being a cult, made her feel proud of Eddie - for Eddie. 

Jensen waved bye to Dustin as he stood at his door before going in. She noticed that each parent (mother) of the boys’ were eagerly waiting for their return and couldn’t thank Eddie enough for dropping them off home. 

Who knew Eddie was a hit with suburban moms? 

“It’s sweet you do this?” Jensen said as they pulled away from Dustin’s street. 

Eddie shrugged. “It’s no biggie. Have to care for all my little sheep.”

“Just a regular Bo Peep,” Jensen teased. 

Eddie smiled. “How was practice?”

Jensen sighed. "Brutal!"

Jensen didn't know why the girls were stressing about their simple routines. It wasn't as if they were a team that tried out for competitions. The Hawkins Tigers cheerleading squad was small fries. They weren't even a ripple in a whirlpool. 

"I just want to lay in bed and be a zombie."

"What's hurting?"

"My calves lately."

"So another night of ice and a massage?"

"Eddie, you don't have to sacrifice your Friday for me." She knew he couldn't really want to have another night with her legs packed with ice while he kneaded the taut muscles of her shoulders and arm. 

"Pssh, nonsense," Eddie said. "It's no problem."

Jensen smiled. 

"You want McDonald's?" Eddie offered.

"Yes, please."

Eddie thought he could handle it. He was used to things being said about him and his friends. People were always talking about his clothes, hair, shoes, and whatever else they found wrong with him on a certain day. 

It was another thing to bear witness to the words the boys of Hawkins were saying about Jensen. Things that made his ears burn and want to go on a rampage. 

However, his limit had reached its peak as he watched his new little sheep's eye Jensen in that ridiculously short cheerleading skirt at lunch. It turned his pretzels into pellets as he threw them at the three teenagers, who from his knowledge, had girlfriends. They had been lingering a little too long. 

It also didn't make any goddamn sense why people were appreciating Jensen in a skirt when her ass looked better in jeans. 

The math wasn't making any fucking sense and he would know it since math was the only class he passed with barely any effort. 

He knew for the next D&D session; it was going to be extra torturous for those boys. 

Eddie groaned as he eyed Jensen rummaging through his fridge. He had a clear shot of said ass as she was bent over. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the excuse of shorts she was wearing and she was wearing a thong or no underwear. 

He smacked a hand to his face as this knowledge he could do without. 

"You okay over there?"

Eddie groaned again, as he couldn't exactly tell her about the naughty thoughts he was having. He shook his head as he couldn't think of a convincing fib to tell her. 

Eddie felt the cushion sink on the other end of the couch. He looked at her through his bangs as she eyed him with concern. He leaned forward with a decorative pillow, which he was sure she bought it and laid on her lap. 

"Eddie?"

The weary metal head shook his head, as he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't know how to verbalize that he hated how other boys were looking at her. He cursed those stupid cheerleading uniforms that fit her body a little too well. Or worse, the fact he couldn't do a damn thing about anything. He was her friend. Not her boyfriend. He had no claim to her.

"Can you play with my hair?" He asked.

"Yeah," she muttered as her nails began scratching his scalp. He felt a shiver travel down his back and goosebumps pucker against his skin. 

"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" Jensen probed. 

"I don't think I can explain it,” he answered. What could he say without laying his feelings on the line and risk their friendship? He didn’t want to make things awkward. The repeat senior had little experience with girls and had never been in a relationship. So it shocked him he even befriended Jensen and maintain the relationship. 

“Can you try?” She questioned gently as she massaged his scalp. 

Eddie sighed and turned to lie fully on his back. Jensen’s hands move his hair away from his face and she trails his hairline. 

“If you didn’t want to be here, you don’t have to. I know you made some new friends with the cheerleaders.”

Jensen frowned. “What gives you the impression I don’t want to be here?”

“I heard Philip Hayes was going to ask you out,” Eddie told her. Phillip was on the swim team. The aquatic athlete had been eyeing Jensen even before she slipped on that cheerleading uniform. He knew the tall, wiry boy had a major crush on Jensen. He remembered vividly how the boy stammered and stuttered when they worked on a group project. It was the worst three weeks of his life.

“He did,” Jensen told him a matter-of-factly. 

“What! When?” Eddie asked, scandalized. “What did you say!”

“No, clearly. And he asked me on Thursday.”

“Why did you say no?”

“Because I don’t like him.”

“You don’t?”

“No. Besides, if I even got a boyfriend, I wouldn’t ditch you, Eddie.”

Eddie wanted to believe her words, but he knew things changed. There wouldn’t be room for him in her world and he wouldn’t want to be a third wheel. 

“And you’re going on about me getting a boyfriend. What happens when you get a girlfriend, huh?”

“That will never happen,” he protested. “You’re the only girl in my life, sweetheart.”

“You tell your guitar that?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

Jensen giggled, and she went back to the light feather tip touches on his forehead. 

"By the way, can we order pizza? You have fuck all in your fridge."

Eddie snorted. "Sure, sweetheart."

Eddie didn’t know why he agreed to come to this stupid party. The long-haired metal head was sure it had nothing to do with Jensen’s pouty lips, the way she was batting her eyelashes, and the way her ass jiggled in her tight jeans. He knew she had been ducking most of the party invitations, but curiosity got to someone at a certain point. He knew that all too well.

The party wasn’t a total bust. As Hawkins go to drug dealer, he was able to sell out his stash pretty quickly. He may buy some new amps, or he was eying this nice easel for Jensen to get her for Christmas. 

Yet, after an hour or two, he was ready to leave. Jensen had stayed by his side as people approached for deals. Yet, after the 5th person interrupted them, she had left his side, and he hadn’t seen her sense. He ignored most of the offers of playing beer pong, darts, or trying to chug a keg. His mission was to find Jensen and to see if she had her fun yet. He necessarily didn’t want to be a party pooper, but this was not exactly his scene. 

These people were only tolerating him now because of the drugs and alcohol in their system having them fuzzy. It would only take one person to sober up a bit or be a mean drunk to target any of their teenage frustration out on him. He didn’t want Jensen in that line of fire. 

He thought she would be with Chrissy since, from what he gathered, they talked the most among the girls. However, she said that it was still a stilted friendship as Chrissy still allowed Jason to talk shit on him. He found Chrissy was sucking Jason’s tongue. He vomited a little at that sight. He groaned before he went deeper into the house and eventually walked down some steps to a furnished basement. 

He felt his stomach drop as he found Jensen with Philip Hayes. They were standing too close to his comfort, and he saw red as Philip’s hand was on Jensen’s waist a little too close to the top of her ass. 

He didn’t care if he bumped into people as he moved toward Jensen. He felt his irritation skyrocket even further as there was a red solo cup in her hand. Jensen didn’t even like beer or alcohol of any sort. 

“Jensen.”

Jensen jumped while Philip looked at him with annoyance. Jensen placed the red solo cup, which was full on the counter. She looked at him sheepishly. 

“You ready to go?” He asked her. 

She didn’t get to answer as Philip puffed out his chest. “Dude, you ain’t her fucking boyfriend.” Eddie could smell the alcohol and weed on the man’s breath. 

Eddie sighed in frustration. “Jen.”

Jensen nodded as she moved out of Philip’s hold. The man scoffed. “Whatever, you teasing bitch. Have fun with your freak.”

Eddie went to attack, but Jensen intercepted. Her arms wrapped around him, making them chest to chest. “Eddie, it’s not worth it.”

Eddie shook his head. He turned and led the two of them out of the party into his van. Maybe he slammed the door a little too hard. But he was pissed. Pissed he let some stupid boy get him so riled up. Pissed that Jensen allowed the dude to have his hands over her. He should have never agreed to go to this stupid party. Worst of all, he knew what would have happened between her and Philip if he wasn’t there to interrupt. 

“I thought you didn’t like him?” He asked, breaking the silence. There was no music playing in his van for once. 

“I don’t.”

“Then what the fuck was that back there?” he asked voice filled with venom.

“It was nothing, Eddie.” She was dismissive, as if his eyes couldn’t see that she wasn’t doing anything to dissuade the man’s flirting. 

Eddie snorted. “So his hand on your ass was nothing.”

“His hand was not on my ass!” Jensen shrieked. 

“Pretty damn close, princess!”

 He patted his pockets for a cigarette. It made him even angrier when he couldn’t find them. “Grab me a smoke.” He pointed towards the glove box. 

“You’re unbelievable,” Jensen remarked as she opened the glove box and rummaged through it. 

“I’m unbelievable,” Eddie said mockingly. “Well, sweetie, I think you are full of shit when you’re telling me you don’t like him, and next thing I know, it seems you two are Ren and Ariel.”

“One, I fucking hate that movie and you know it! But I just told you it was nothing. I don’t like him. And he only started talking to me right before you approached me.”

“And you just let everyone put your hands on you these days, huh?” Eddie knew he crossed a line as it seemed it sucked all the air out of the van. 

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Jensen asked, but he knew she wasn’t really asking. She released a humorless chuckle. “You have no right to act like a jealous boyfriend. You can’t be pissed at other boys for showing a goddamn interest in me.”

“Philip just wants to fuck you,” Eddie said bluntly. He could write a novel about how many people wanted to sleep with her. 

“Oh, like you don’t,” Jensen replied with bitterness. 

Eddie sucked in a deep breath. Her words stung. The fight left him a bit. “This - I…I’m just looking out for you.”

“Well, newsflash, I don’t need you to.”

“If you wanted to stay talking to Philip, you could’ve. You didn’t need to follow me out of the party. Don’t me have holding you back from doing something stupid..”

“Whatever,” Jensen said. She found the pack of cigarettes and threw it at him. 

“Hey!” He shouted as it smacked him in the face. “What the fuck was that for!”

“Because you’re an asshole!” Jensen screamed. “Just stop the car.”

“What?”

“Stop the fucking car!”

Eddie swerved over and parked the car. “Jesus Christ, what the hell is your problem?”

He was unprepared for the loud sob to take over the van. His cigarette was forgotten as Jensen hid her face in her hands. 

“Shit,” he said with remorse. “Jen,” he reached out to touch her shoulder, but she recoiled. 

She unclipped her seatbelt and reached for the handle. “What are you doing?” He asked, worried. 

“I don’t want to be in the car with you.”

“Jen, seriously, it’s in the middle of the night. You going to walk home?”

“If it gets me away from you, yes!” She opened the door and slid out. 

“Jensen!” He yelled. He watched horrified as she began making the trek towards their trailers, which was still ways to go. He got out of the driver’s seat. 

“I will leave your ass!”

“It’s what I want you to do!” She screamed into the night. 

“Jensen, seriously!” As she picked up her pace, he yelled at her. She continued walking down the road and ignored him. 

He swore as she cut into the woods, effectively cutting his view of her. He stood in front of his van and chewed on his thumbnail. She had no flashlight to guide her, only the moon and on foot, it would take her like 20 minutes to get to their place. 

This was not how he expected his night to go at all. 

Jensen walked the rest of the way home. He trailed the edge of the woods slowly. Ignoring the beeps of various car horns. He got home before her and he stayed perched on his tiny porch until she broke through the wood’s edge. 

She promptly ignored him and slammed her door in his face as she entered her own trailer. He knew it was best to give her space for the rest of the weekend. He knew he was an asshole for what happened. Eddie could have expressed his frustrations in a better -healthier way. Though that wasn’t the Munson way, he wasn’t like his uncle, who spoke in few words. Eddie, unfortunately, inherited his father’s mouth with dealing with emotions. He twisted words to make them hurt because he couldn’t outright say what was going on in his head. 

Thankfully, everyone left him alone for the weekend. His uncle when coming home from his shift to crash, didn’t even ask about his and Jensen’s plans. The super senior was left strumming his acoustic guitar, and he was not watching through his window for any activity in the Thomas’ household. 

Eddie knew that an apology would not be simply enough. He was going to have to get on his knees and grovel. There was a twinge of optimism that this could be a segue to him admitting his feelings for her. He could take the rejection. It would suck, but it would give the reason for his behavior. It wouldn’t excuse it but clear the air. 

But on Monday morning, Jensen wasn’t waiting for him by his van berating him for being a sleepyhead. He knew his best friend must have been pissed to take the bus. They shared a locker at school and his heart dropped to his stomach as all her morning books were gone. They didn’t share classes, so it wouldn’t be until lunch they would see each other. 

He barely paid attention in his morning classes as he fiddled with his rings, chewed on his nails, and couldn’t stop his leg from shaking. Multiple teachers scolded him for the distraction. He hoped she would be at least receptive to going to his picnic table in the woods to get some privacy and talk. 

That hope swirled in the drain where her seat at their table was left empty. All eyes were on them as she sat with the cheerleaders for the first time. To add insult to injury, Philip was sitting right next to her.

“Uhh, what’s going on?” Dustin asked. His hair wasn’t tamed by gel today and whipped back and forth from teen’s movements. The curls out and loose. Eddie suspected Jensen had something to do with that.  

Eddie would not admit any problems or cracks in his relationship with Jensen. He would divulge as little as possible. He opened his small baggie of pretzels. “Nothing for any of you to worry about.” He warned. His face was serious and no further questions are asked about him and Jensen. 

She wasn’t there waiting next to his van. In fact, he bore witness to Chrissy giving her a ride. 

On Tuesday, he didn’t know what to expect. It scared him to approach her, and she seemed fine in ignoring his existence. The worse thing was her missing her first ever Corroded Coffin gig that night. 

Jensen did not mean for the silent treatment to go on for as long as it did. She did stew for the entire weekend over Eddie’s words. The mere insinuation that she was just going to let anyone touch her had her even temper skyrocket. It was one thing for random nobodies to talk shit on her and what she may or may not be doing with Eddie, but to hear Eddie say that to her even in anger, it hurt her. 

She couldn’t believe her friend would do that to her. She knew he didn’t mean it, but it didn’t change the fact that they said it. Multiple times she wanted to march over his trailer and give him a piece of her mind. Or really get down to what the hell crawled up his ass? Better yet, for him to finally admit his feelings. It wasn’t fair for him to act like a jealous boyfriend, but do nothing about it. 

The only positive thing about her week was getting to know Chrissy a bit better. Chrissy was nice and sweet. It was a shame that she was dating her bubble butt boyfriend, Jason Carver. It was the one thing she couldn’t really get past with Chrissy. She wanted to really consider Chrissy a friend, but she couldn’t ignore the fact Chrissy was a bystander to the bullying he did to Eddie and everyone associated with the Hellfire club. 

It was the one thing she felt guilty about with being a cheerleader was she was mingling with people that was nasty to her best friend. 

It was becoming a mess of feelings and she didn’t know what to do, or even why she thought it was a good idea to go to another party. This time without Eddie. Worse, it was at Benny’s old restaurant lot that Jason Carver and his band of idiots called home. 

As soon as she arrived on the dingy graffiti lot, she had been ready to go home. The smell of the weed that permeated the place was enough to give anyone contact. There were liters of alcohol filling tables. She hated the taste of alcohol. She would share the occasional joint with Eddie. But alcohol was something she did not like the taste of. It did nothing for her. Yet, she was feeling miserable and the jungle juice tasted like pineapples. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t think she drank that much,” Chrissy apologized, as Eddie carried a clearly intoxicated Jensen to his van. 

Eddie wasn’t sure what to think when his phone rung in his trailer and Chrissy Cunningham informed him that Jensen needed to be picked up. Concern had him rushing for his shoes and keys. Yet, as he arrived at Benny’s abandoned place and saw that Chrissy was nice enough to be ready outside. He wouldn’t have to work through sweaty bodies to reach her. 

“Thanks for calling me,” he told Chrissy as he buckled Jensen in. She was strangely quiet. As she looked at him, he knew she was awake. He couldn’t tell if she was sad or confused. He guessed he could rule out her being some talkative drunk. 

He closed the passenger door and looked at the strawberry blonde. “Do you need a ride?” He offered. 

She shook her head and smiled. “No, I’m here with Jason. Could you just have her call me tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” he told her. Chrissy walked back to the party as he slid into the driver’s seat. He turned on the ignition and pulled out the lot. Fleetwood Mac was playing softly in the background. 

He wasn’t sure what to say or if he had anything to say. 

Jensen hiccuped. “You’re mad at me?” 

Eddie gripped the steering wheel. He was mad. It was one thing to go to a party, but the fact she got drunk that Chrissy had to call him because she was worried she overdid it left him pissed. To make matters worse, she was still in that stupid cheerleading uniform. 

“Yes, I am,” he admitted. She got drunk around unfamiliar people when it wasn’t in her normal to be drinking. It didn’t help that this was how they were talking to each other after a week of silence. 

She didn’t reply and her gaze stayed looking at the passing scenery. For once, Eddie was okay with the silence. 

He pulled into his parking space. He expected he would walk a shaky Jensen back to her house. The following morning, Eddie would walk into her trailer and give her the riot act as he knew she would have a killer hangover.

Instead, the intoxicate cheerleader stumbled out of his van. Her feet shuffled to his door. His brown eyebrow quirked, and he decided he would not question it. He unlocked his front door and opened it for her. 

“Let me get you some water,” he told her as she breezed by him. He could still smell the scent of vanilla that clung to her skin. She stood by his counter top as he grabbed her a cup and filled it with tap water. 

He ignored the wrinkle of her nose. Now wasn’t the time for her to act like a princess. She took the cold water and sipped it tentatively. His eyes never left her frame. He could tell it was making her nervous as she squirmed from where she stood. 

“I’m sorry,” she told him as she bit her bottom lip. 

He nodded his head to acknowledge the apology. “You feel sick?”

She shook her head as she set down the empty cup. “Come on, I’m tired.”

It was normal for them to have sleepovers despite being neighbors. Somehow, they were at his more than hers. Still, she had a space in his drawers, which were shrunken shirts and pants that literally did not fit anymore. He passed her a set so she could take in the bathroom to brush her teeth and change. 

He quickly stripped down to a pair of shorts. Despite the nights becoming cooler, Eddie slept hot. He placed his hair in a bun atop of his head while he waited for Jensen to come out of the bathroom. She shuffled in quietly with her cheerleading outfit folded, which she placed neatly on his desk. He made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

He turned off all the lights except for the small lamp for his uncle in the living room. Entering his bedroom, Jensen was already tucked underneath the covers. He turned off the lights as he slid into his spot. 

It was awkward. They had never been in this type of situation before. 

“I don’t like that you’re mad at me,” Jensen whispered in the night. 

“But you can be mad at me?” He countered with more venom than he intended. 

He felt her shift and move closer to him. He was going to mean and stay still, but he was weak for Jensen. Eddie moved his arm so she could move to his side and he wrapped his arm around her. 

“Can we admit we were both sucky?” Her breath fanned across his neck, causing goosebumps to erupt. 

“Maybe,” he conceded. 

“Eddie.”

“Baby, you’re drunk and we are not having this conversation,” he told her. He felt her open her mouth to hurl a rebuttal. His hand covered her mouth. “And don’t say you're not drunk because I know you are and your shirt is on backwards.”

She exhaled a harsh, defeated breath. He chuckled. “It’s bedtime, sweetheart. We can talk in the morning.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Night, sweetheart.”

Eddie felt he was getting the best sleep of his life. His bed felt like a giant cloud and he didn’t want to leave the dreamland. However, he felt a very plush piece of flesh meet with a very sensitive area of his anatomy that startled him awake. 

He and Jensen were spooning. She was a little spoon, and he was the big spoon. He had Jensen wrapped tightly in his arms with her back to his front. She made another movement, and it caused him to hiss as he was already straining because of morning wood. He went to move his arms, but Jensen’s soft hands gripped his forearm. 

“Where are you going?” She mumbled sleepily. 

“Got a situation,” he told her. He thought she would release her grip on him. Instead, she turned to face him, her brown eyes peering at him. They weren’t hazy with sleep and he suspected her movements weren’t just sleep induced. 

“Would that be so bad?”

Eddie shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“So you’re telling me it wasn’t jealousy that had you all pissy that Philip’s hand was on my ass?”

Eddie glared at her. “Was he at that party last night?”

Jensen scrunched her nose. “I don’t know. I told you I didn’t like him. So why does it even matter?”

“What was that even last night?” He asked her seriously. 

She ducked her head, clearly embarrassed. 

He placed his hand under her chin. “None of that. You gave me a heart attack with Chrissy calling like that. Tempted to smack your ass for that bullshit.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Eddie shook his head as he moved out of the bed. “Jensen, this isn’t time for your fucking teasing. I’m being serious. Something could have happened to you last night.”

Jensen followed him. He wasn’t able to get far as her arms latched around his waist. He was sitting on the edge while she wrapped around him like an octopus. 

“Eddie, I’m sorry!” She pressed her face against his back. 

He sighed in defeat. She opened her legs, so he slotted between them. His hand came down onto her thigh. He squeezed the meaty flesh. “I’m sorry for what I said at that party.”

“But why did you do it, Eddie?”

Her voice was low and breathy. It made him shiver, especially as she began rubbing circles on his lower abdomen. However, he froze once her fingers teased the edge of his shorts. 

“Jen, what are you doing?”

She didn’t reply as one hand dipped underneath his shorts. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head. His breath was caught in his throat as Jensen pulled him gently out of his boxers and shorts. She scooted closer to him and one hand disappeared for a quick second before she gripped him gently and begin moving her hand up and down. He moaned as he felt the lubrication from her spit. 

“Shit, Jen, I …” He stuttered as his pre-cum provided more lubrication. 

And she was using both hands to jerk him off. His grip on her thighs became tight when she would pay extra attention to his tip. He was swollen and red. Sticky against her hands. Eddie was only familiar with his own calloused hands. Having Jensen and her smooth hands gripping him, he knew he would not last very long. 

He imagined how her tits looked, and how brown her nipples were. He wanted to know how Jensen moaned if he sucked on her nipples. How easily she would accept his fingers in her mouth or her pussy. He wanted to paint her skin with his spunk. 

“Fuck, Jen, I ain’t going to last,” he told her as he bit his lip to hide his whimper. 

“Do it, Eddie,” Jensen whispered as she bit the lobe of his ear. “It’s okay, come.”

He pinched his eyes shut and gasped. His orgasm hit him all at once. Praises and curses fell from his lips as he trembled. Her hand was still moving, covered in his release, when he gripped her wrist. 

“Sensitive,” he told her and she released him gently. Her hand was covered in his release and he knew that image was going to be enough for the spank bank for a while. 

“Let me get you something to clean that,” he told her. He moved from her legs to grab a towel. However, he froze when he watched her take an experimental lick. 

“Fuck, Jen, don’t do that!” 

She looked at him with hooded eyes. “It doesn’t taste awful.”

“You do this before?”

“Are you going to throw a fit?” She questioned. 

Eddie huffed as he approached and wiped her hand. “I guess it doesn’t matter if you’re here now.”

“No, I haven’t done that before. I haven’t done anything before.”

“You’re shitting me?”

“Nope,” she replied, popping her p. 

Eddie pulled her t-shirt off, exposing her bare tits. Jensen gave no resistance even as he pushed her back and chucked off her shorts, revealing a bare glistening pussy. 

“Eddie, I never done this before.” She repeated, despite her legs opening wider for him. 

“No one is getting fucked today, sweetheart.”

Jensen frowned. “Then what are you doing?”

Eddie leaned back to admire the beauty of Jensen’s body. He kicked his shorts and boxers fully off. He smirked as he grabbed her cheerleading skirt. 

“Put this on.”

Eddie watched as she slid the green skirt on. He crawled over her and placed a kiss on her lips. It was gentle - cautious. He couldn’t believe this was the first time he was kissing Jensen. A pool of heat formed in his belly. Her tongue slid in his mouth and he found he didn’t mind the taste of him on her lips. His hand not holding him up over her, caressing her jaw before he met her neck, and he squeezed her throat. 

A choked moan passed her lips. 

“You like that?” 

Jensen opened her eyes. Her cheeks were warm. “Yes.”

Eddie made a mental note to remember that as he hummed. His fingers dipped low before he slid between her dripping folds. “Is this your first time getting wet for me?”

She shook her head as the pads of his fingers rolled over her swollen clit. 

“Hmmm, so you’re like this often?”

“Yeah,” she stuttered. 

Her words had his cock fattening again and withdrew his fingers and sucked her juices away. As he moved down her body, he pressed wet kisses to her chest, stomach, and legs. He threw her leg over his shoulder. The movement bunched up the skirt, and he relished the sight. At her thighs, he made the kisses slower and left love bites along the journey. He gave the same treatment to the other side before he reached her center. 

He read about eating girls out and watched some porn, so hopefully, something stuck. 

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Have you done this before?”

“You’re the first, baby.”

His words made her relax, and he licked a long stripe up her puffy lips. She moaned and bucked, drawing her hips closer to his face. He teased her as he soaked her with spit and ran his tongue up and down. 

The fingers of one hand dug into his sheet while the other gripped the pillow behind her. Her skin was flushed and heated.

“Eddie,” she whined. The hand that was on the pillow gripped his messy bun. 

Eddie hummed as he sucked on her clit. A cry left Jensen’s lips, and he thought he could happily spend all day between her legs worshipping her. He spent most of his time lapping around her swollen bud. Her heels dug into the mattress, and Eddie grabbed her thighs and pushed them to her chest. The position made her cry out his name, and he thanked god his uncle was working a double and they weren’t at her place. 

“Eddie, I think…I think I’m gonna cum,” she sobbed and Eddie swore he was going to come again at her words. He doubled his efforts as he sucked harder. His tongue slipped into her hole while he used his hand to rub her swollen bud He used his other hand to pinch her nipple, which set off her peak. 

Her back arched, and she bucked loosely as she pulsated around his tongue. Her mouth was open as she gripped his hair tight, causing him to moan. He cleaned her until she was twitching away from his tongue. He pulled back, and he wished he could have this moment on repeat with how thoroughly fucked Jensen looked in this moment. 

She was utterly boneless as he turned her. Pupils blown as she stared at him. The sheen of sweat forming on her skin. He watched as she heaved big breaths; her legs still slighting trembling. “On your knees, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck your thighs.”

She complied as she grabbed a pillow to rest on. His cock was hard as it bobbed against his stomach. He pushed her cheerleading skirt up some. He let a glob of spit fall down on it to lube it up. “Lock your knees,” he instructed as he placed a flat palm against her butt and stroked it as his other hand guided between her warm, soft thighs. 

It felt good - too good. As he pulled out, it hit him with the knowledge that if her thighs felt like this; he was in for a real treat when he got the privilege to fuck her pussy. Eddie groaned before sinking back in. As he fucked between her thighs, he stretched himself over her. He used one hand to tweak her nipples. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” she whimpered after a hard tug. He moved his hand back down to her pussy, rubbing her swollen nub again. 

She moaned and her legs became tighter, causing him to groan. “Shit.”

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he whispered as he felt that familiar heat pool in his lower stomach. 

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the trailer. Her breast bounced with each thrust and he could tell she was beginning to cum again. 

He removed his fingers from her pussy, causing her to whine before he used the material of her skirt like a glove and went back to rubbing her nub, causing her to choke out a moan. 

“Shit! Eddie!”

Eddie was overwhelmed, and the tightness of her thighs had him bursting at the seams. Long, thick ropes of cum painted her thighs, sheets, and her cheerleading skirt. 

“Holy fuck,” Eddie whispered as he stopped spurting. “Don’t move okay.”

Jensen nodded as she panted. His leg felt like jelly as he grabbed the towel from earlier. He wiped at her thighs painted with his cum. 

“Hmm, I came all over your skirt,” he pointed out smugly. 

Jensen, still sensitive, turned and moved gingerly as to not lay in the jizz covered sheets. He helped her off the bed to pull down the soiled skirt. 

“Didn’t know you had a fetish for cheerleading skirts.”

“Just yours,” he replied as he threw her skirt in the pile of clothes. 

“You are totally buying me a new one.”

Eddie pulled her naked body into his and pressed a fat kiss to her lips. The kiss said everything that he was sorry, he liked her, wanted her, and a four letter word he wouldn’t say yet. He would at least wait until their first official date. 

“So, does this mean you're officially my jealous boyfriend?” Jensen asked when they separated. 

#eddiemunsonweek #untilmynextstory #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #smut #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson x original character #black oc #black!oc #black!fem!reader #eddie munson x black!oc #eddie munson smut

[jonnysinsectcatalogue]

Banded Tussock Moth Caterpillar - Halysidota tessellaris

Though our new fuzzy friend is called a “Tussock Moth”, it is not actually a true Tussock Moth. Indeed, insect naming isn’t exactly one-to-one, but the nomenclature usually has a logic behind the choice. For this particular specimen, the name tussock comes from the coat of fuzz and fibers that line its body. In all fairness, it does look similar to other Tussock Caterpillars thanks to the fluff and spines (for example, compare it to the White-Marked Tussock Caterpillar), but that being said, this particular Caterpillar is sorted among the Tiger Moths (means it’s closer in relation to our Woolly Bear friends). Not to get into the nitty-gritty, but while both the Banded Tussock and other Tussock Moths belong within the Erebidae family of Moths (it’s a VERY big family), our showcase today belongs to the subfamily Arctiinae (Tiger and Lichen Moths) and the Tussock Moths belong the subfamily Lymantriinae. So yes, it’s the same tree with different branches, and today’s insect is one of the Tiger Moths contrary to what the name would suggest. Since it isn’t a Tussock Moth, the bristles across its body may not be as irritating as one might expect. 

 Now that I know what to look for with this specie, I may allow the next one I find to crawl on my hand to see what, if anything happens. I do still strongly advise caution against handling of spined Caterpillars (unless positively identified) due to the risk of rash or allergic skin reaction. I would also DEFINITELY advise against directly picking them up as those spines (particularly the dark ones behind the head) are there for a reason: a prickly deterrent against birds or rodents! On a more positive note, as a Tiger Moth, you can expect vibrant coloration on both the adult Moth and the fuzzy Caterpillar. The Moths feature pale wings with patterning separated by black lines, thin golden legs and antennae, a bright yellow abdomen, and a yellow thorax with two streaks of blue fur. Most vibrant! The young Caterpillars begin with lovely colors too: starting off a bit pale and gradually acquiring more vibrant colors as they grow from instar to instar. The color ranges from white to yellow and even shades of brown, which sounds very similar to our fluffy Virginian Tiger Moth Caterpillar friends. Maybe it has something to do with their diets, but since the Banded Tussock is a generalist of forest tree leaves, I wouldn’t even know where to begin. 

Pictures were taken on August 26, 2019 in Collingwood with a Samsung Galaxy S4.

#jonny’s insect catalogue #ontario insect #caterpillar #banded tussock moth caterpillar #banded tussock moth #moth #insect #collingwood #2019 #august2019 #entomology #nature #invertebrates

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HELLO here is some of my vintage disney parks stuff!!! aka what watching defunctland does to a bitch aka why im so insane about scar’s theme park

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Disneyland Postcard Set - Post 1967

This is my FAVORITE piece I have because the art on the cover is so gorgeous. The lettering is beautiful the castle is especially beautiful and vibrant, the rendering is lovely, the doodles are ADORABLE. Select colorful scenes:

This is one of the photos I used to date. The Peoplemover opened in ‘67 so that’s the earliest this could be from. Based on the clothes in other photos I’d guess it’s a few years later than that maybe, just based on the amount of women wearing pants!

And here’s a shot of the original sale section of Pirates of the Caribbean ride! Captioned “Scurvy Buccaneers Ponder the Worth of a 300-Pound damsel.” If I remember right, they’ve changed this section to be ladies chasing their husbands with brooms to update it.

A Visit to Disneyland Book - 1965

Written by Mabel Watts and illustrated by Stan Tusan, this book is just adorable. (I hypothesize the previous item was illustrated by Tusan too, but it’s unmarked so I can’t be sure.) It look’s unassuming on the front of it it’s fully illustrated:

^^^ This is an image I want to reference for Scar Theme Park related art ;D!

LOOK HOW CUTE THIS IS!!

Also look at these kind of freaky old character costumes, especially the dwarves.

Walt Disney’s Pictorial Souvenir Book of Disneyland - 1965

VERY beautiful cover. It’s hard to see but the castle is done in a messy, almost impressionist style. Also sidenote the worst thing anyone has ever done is write dates in roman numerals. Whoever came up with that I’ll kill you again.

Naturally my favorite page spread is the It’s A Small World. Just!!! So pretty and sparkly. It was SO hard to pick which pages to show you guys because every one is really creatively laid out, with nice lettering and illustrations. on every single one!!!

LOOK AT THOSE IMAGE FRAMES

Tommorrowland has some of my favorite parks concept art because they went SO hard on the colors

mickey and minnie abominations

This is one of the most unique illustrated park maps I’ve seen!! You can see the Mule Pack Train (exactly what it sounds like) was still running (1955-73). Other now defunct rides include the Motor Boat Cruise (1957-93) and the Skyway (1956-94).

This is the back! “Disneyland is for People!” is such a weird slogan to me. Who else would it be for??? My favorite image is the smug looking kid enjoying his drink in his Disneyland hat. I want one of those.

Disneyland Summer 1959

This was promotional material for the park! Tragically mine is pretty destroyed :(( Features lots of photos of what the attractions were in the park at the time, including information about upcoming events and guest music performances. They also include information on hotels, pet services, etc. Everything you’d need to know to go to Disneyland in 1959!

Opening spread with a beautiful watercolor painting!! The blurb boasts how Disneyland represents over $5 Million of design expertise. You can see the cover has separated. It’s a few years away from being looseleaf.

THIS!! is what I intend to heavy reference for a map of Scar’s theme park, when it’s finished. Just as complicated as it needs to be, and very nice to look at :]] These are my favorite kinds of park maps because they’re more art than map, but still very functional!

i love you watercolor adverts <3 <3 GORGEOUSLY saturated. i am eating this art.

Here’s the attractions for that year, each with a cute mini illustration. This is most interesting as a study for the use of typeface, personally. AND the colors.

Tea(?) Plates - 1950s-60s

This one’s my favorite! I think I just like pink. Really lovely castle in the style of the cover of the postcard set, too. Marked made in Japan.

This one is special in that I can’t for the LIFE of me find it online ANYWHERE. It’s probably 1950s given that it’s marked made in Japan, but other than that, I can’t find it! There are ones similar, but none quite right. Potentially one of the rarest things I have.

This one’s more 60′s than the others and mine appears to be in better condition than others! Still very vibrant. One of the weirdest color palettes I’ve seen on park merch.

hi if you read this far i love you thank you. post sponsored by the increased photo limits

#disneyland #disney #disney merch #disneyana #IM SO INSANE ABOUT OLD DISNEY STUFF #ITS JUST SO FUN #and midcentury design is some of my favorite its always so beautiful #i want to learn to emulate it #nondescript post #believe it or not i demonstrated self restraint here #not really im gonna make another post about one more thign that i just cant NOT share bc i love it

[lookbluesoup]

Random question time!

Has Lyrha ever been to Old Sharlayan and Thavnair? Does/would she like it there?

How does Nahte'to find the Myths of the Realm raids? What does it mean to him, meeting (and fighting) the Twelve? And how does he get along with that Deryk fellow?

Thank you so much for the ask! :3

1. Lyrha's been to both Sharlayans thanks to Nahte dragging the Red Mages into Scion business! She also visited the abandoned colony as part of her training with Arya and X'rhun, during the RDM questline. She didn't really understand why they'd ditch such a well-built place with so much wealth and technology... until she landed in their main city and met the populace. Suffice to say her friendship with the Scions was not enough to stop her from robbing Fourchenault of various important looking knick-nacks and leaving a dead fish in one of his locked desk drawers. She says he was asking for it.

Before then, she never had much reason to set foot in either, although the seas around them? Those she can navigate like a pro! I'lyrha is... very extremely extra wanted in Thavnair. As a trading hub between East and West, she worked with many a crew during her pirating days to harass ships coming and going. It's possible she earns a pardon over the course of Endwalker, at the Scion's intervention... but for most of the Blasphemy business, she's in Ala Mhigo with X'rhun, so she's not done much to foster reparations with Thavnair or Radz-at-Han. I don't see that being resolved, at least for the moment.

She probably did visit it a few times before she became notorious, and I think she would have enjoyed its bright colors and vibrant people. The giant eyeball carving "watching" the way into Radz-at-Han though? Terrifying. Very sus.

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2. At the time you asked this I had gotten as far as unlocking Aglaia and then... been too scared to touch current expac raid content for months since. So a double thank you for the ask because I finally faced my fear and did both it and Euphrosyne this past week. Though I spent a lot of Euphrosyne dead on the floor (They call me Rez Mage because I need a rez. Again.) now I actually have enough context to answer this LOL

Nahte has struggled with his faith a LOT through MSQ. He was fairly devout about Menphina until Dalamud exploded into a Primal. Things started to get a little shaky after that...

But when Hydaelyn spoke to him, CHOSE him? He really believed in the cause. He wanted to be her champion, to serve as he was called. As it progressed... a lot of things she did, or didn't do, or omitted/lied about, effectively crippled Nahte's faith in the gods and any trust he had that their goals aligned. Especially after finding out the second moon was also artificial. If he couldn't believe in the Mothercrystal, how could Menphina be different? (His journey through THAT and his feelings about Venat are a whole other essay)

While he'd made peace with a lot of it and generally preferred men be masters of their own fate, there were a lot of unresolved emotional wounds that I think... true to his fashion, Nahte hadn't even realized he was carrying, he'd pushed them so far back.

When he first got to The Omphalos, he was ready to throw hands with another bout of Primals. But this situation is different. Gods like Nald'thal and Halone have been far kinder than he anticipated, none of them have demanded reverence, and they're not aether-sucking vampires.

He doesn't exactly trust them, especially knowing Hydaelyn had a hand in it all. But it's started to pull on some of those loose threads in his mind, and a lot of those wounds are starting to actually show.

Menphina... has so far been everything he could have hoped or wanted her to be. Her love for life, her compassion, her inquisitive nature - her genuine ache to help those who call out to her... that's been healing in a way he didn't know he needed. I think the pulse of drawing that pain out has probably brought him to tears intermittently.

She might not be an omnipotent deity. But so far, at least, she hasn't disappointed him. She's been the embodiment of unconditional, innocent, genuine love that he grew up putting faith in - and the idea that she did hear him, every time he reached out, even when he had doubts... that someone up there was watching, and did care, and didn't see him as a pawn on a millennia-spanning chessboard is a pretty big deal.

More than that, her core purpose is described as not simply presiding over the moon - but also the turn of night and day in a cycle. Something that would certainly encourage Nahte, who in the past often struggled with balancing his Moonkeeper and Sunseeker halves.

I've struggled to break down Nahte's feelings about this in a coherent way but essentially... it's an opportunity for him to reconcile the part of himself that is very spiritual - which was badly wounded by years fighting false gods, with the wisdom he's gained that beliefs shape reality, and his firm desire to determine his own fate. They can coexist - logic, faith, and pain need not be in conflict.

Whether all this arc will ultimately give him any more healing with regards to Hydaelyn, or simply salt the wounds... I'm not sure! We'll have to see how it all resolves. I've been surprised too many times from Shadowbringers onward to reliably speculate.

As for Deryk, Nahte likes him! Nahte can certainly relate to the wanderlust, though he personally finds it more fulfilling to travel with friends at his side. He's... pretty sure the Opo-opo is Oschon. He hasn't asked it, but there have been a few very long bouts of staring back and forth at each other.

#i hope thats coherent i am so sorry about the length LOL #thank you again for asking #gave me lots to think about :3 #ffxiv #nahte'to vhia #lyrha #art #my art #text #endwalker spoilers #long post #menphina

[bunkershotgolf]

Original Penguin® Launches Chi Chi Rodriguez Collection

#BeAnOriginal

Original Penguin® by Munsingwear®, a division of Perry Ellis International, is pleased to announce the launch of the Chi Chi Rodriguez 2023 Summer Collection. Introducing a retro yet modern look, combined with the classic Original Penguin heritage and style, the Chi Chi collection brings his trademark swagger on and off the course.

 “The Chi Chi Rodriguez collection fully incorporates what it means to be an original,” stated Oscar Feldenkreis, CEO of Perry Ellis International. “El Toreador is a true icon in the game and one of the most popular golfers of all time. This collection perfectly reflects his distinct style, from his hallmark fedora to his signature “sword dance” celebration. We are excited to bring this collection of products to market, merging Chi Chi’s original style with Penguin’s trademark performance.”

The design inspiration for the Chi Chi collection comes in part from his beloved wife’s love of Hawaii. The signature  “Iwalani” floral print is created with colors and patterns representing a retro heritage style with a modern “original” twist.

“I am thrilled to once again wear the Penguin,” stated Chi Chi Rodriguez.  “I started to wear Munsingwear on tour in the 1960’s and won the first five tournaments I played in with the same shirt. I loved the way the shirt felt on me and the looks were a little different, which was great because I was a little different and I wanted to stand out.”

The Chi Chi collection features a vibrant array of patterns and styles with a distinct color palette highlighted by tones of blue, bright white, cherry tomato and black iris with a backdrop of floral patterns and prints.  “The colors are exactly what my wife Iwalani would have picked,” added Rodriguez.  “It’s almost like she designed the collection herself.”

Enhanced performance technologies and fabrics of the Chi Chi capsule include luxe sustainable recycled yarns with elastane blends such as Repreve, 4-way stretch, extremely lightweight blends, and moisture-wicking UPF sun protection and eco-friendly finishes.

Highlights of the Chi Chi capsule include:

 ●      Special Penguin logo inspired by Chi Chi’s iconic fedora

●      Refreshed classic Chi Chi polos including the iconic Earl, Heritage Tipped Mock, Floral and Tribal Prints, and All Over Pete

●      Heritage Micro Floral Print shorts and colorful trousers

●      Heritage graphic T-Shirts

●      Heritage Sweater Hoodie

●      Heritage Fedora

“This new collection perfectly reflects who I am as a golfer and person,” added Rodriguez. “It’s a nostalgic collection, very inspirational, and one that I am very proud of.”

Original Penguin and Pete the Penguin have left their mark on a league of legends. For over 60 years, its namesake bird-adorned apparel has been adored by the masters of leisure and sport to define an American classic. Today, the Penguin icon still stands as a symbol for those who know how to be an original.

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