#ask an adult for help before using scissors

[thatsbelievable]

#Free Brain #brain #brains #cut-outs #ask an adult for help before using scissors

[laladellakang]

burgundy lipstick

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italics dialogue = english

how the dark blood: engene ver. photocard shoot played out

real quick! i personally don't think that neck kisses have to be racy, like a peck to the neck is brief and innocent 

but the one i'm referring to in heeseung's relationship with della is the racy one, whoops.

The Dark Blood, Engene's version album. The most anticipated version among fans and the Enhypen members themselves.

The source behind the members' excitement? A neck-kiss that was supposed to take place.

For the photocard, all members but Niki were set to bear a kiss mark on their neck, with Della's lips serving as the boys' human-stamp and whoever wins rock-paper-scissors as Della's.

Yet the execution was cut short. Very short.

"Kiss here?" Della pointed at the side of Jungwon's neck. The first person appointed was decided by the staff. Perhaps Jungwon was chosen because he was the leader.

His coming-of-age could be an alternate reason. Since he is a recent adult, the staff wanted to check if it works with him.

And of course, there's always a possibility of the choice being completely random.

"Yup, just there. Maybe have it slightly askew," as the creative director and Della discussed placements, the young leader grew more nervous at the thought of his first ever neck-kiss.

"Okay, understood," Della mirror-lessly smeared on a burgundy lipstick, smacking her lips at the camera pointed at them. The rest of the members were all watching from afar, trying to be subtle with how excited they are for their turn. "Ready, Wonie?"

"Mm," Jungwon stretched out his neck for easier access. "Della is gonna make a kiss print on my neck," he explained to the future photoshoot sketch viewers.

"We're all friends here," Della clarified. "This is just bros being bros," as if their fans (or anyone) is gonna believe that.

"It's just a print," Jungwon added, immediately holding his breath when Della's head moved close.

"Like this?" Della asked the creative director.

"Uhh..." he stepped back and thought of it for a second. "It might be too sexy actually. It's a little too... suggestive– too grown up" he hissed with a tilt of his head. "Will buttoning up his shirt help? Jungwon, can you button your shirt?" but even with the slight change in wardrobe, the view was just too provocative.

"I think we have to discard the kiss idea and just switch to vampire bites," the creative director decided. "Unbutton them to how it was before and I'll inform the makeup team of the change. Please scrap this from the video," he informed before walking away.

As a leader, Jungwon was just hoping that his hyungs could get it together and not openly show their disappointment.

"I'll get going now," Della bowed her head and left to join the other members.

"What happened?" Sunghoon asked the girl. 

"The kiss thing is scrapped. We're getting vampire bites instead," immediately after, the boys let out a chorus of 'ahh..'s. 

Jungwon barely managed to hold in a scoff. It's just one tiny neck kiss, what's the big deal?

"Ya– how can they just cancel the kiss after testing it out on Jungwon?" Sunghoon groaned and threw his head back. After the shoots, all eight members were left alone in the green room to prep themselves before heading off, and it seems like the oldest five still held some unresolved feelings.

"They said it was too suggestive and sexy," Jungwon explained. "We all agreed that it is, didn't we?"

"I knowww, but couldn't they just make all of us get the mark first and THEN have it removed?" Sunghoon replied. "And while they're at it, NOT remove it from the behind episode?"

"Why? What difference does it ma–" Jungwon was cut off by Jay.

"It's easy for you to say! You were first up!" he pointed with a grin. Sometimes It's hard to tell whether he's actually serious with the second maknae. He usually gives out a smile while saying certain things. "You could quickly snap a few selfies and post it on Weverse or something. What a missed opportunity."

"What?" Jungwon seriously, truly did not understand what the big deal was.

"That's why I should've been first– they should've gone by age or something." Heeseung added with a sigh, manspreading on the sofa. "Della, darling, come here please," he pat his lap. 

"No, you're staying here," Jake wrapped his arms around Della, who was already on his lap. "Hyung, if we went by age then Jungwon will be first anyway since he's leader."

"That's not what he meant." Sunoo pushed Jake lightly with a giggle. "Like actually just age without consideration for leader."

"Ah is that so?" Jake monotonously said. "I want a lipstick print in public mannn!" he groaned out loud.

"I already imagined mine to be around here," Sunoo stretched his collar to show his collarbone. "What do you think, hyung?"

"It doesn't matter what we think if you're not getting it at the end of the day," Sunghoon replied, smirking at the pout the younger let out. "I imagined mine to be near my throat."

"Well it doesn't matter when you're not getting it at the end of the day!" Sunoo fired back with wide eyes.

"Ish!" Sunghoon balled up his fist with a grin. "Ya–"

"I wanted mine to be here, kinda," Heeseung distracted the two by pointing on the spot under his ear, just where Jungwon got his.

"Isn't that your sweet spot?" Jake asked. Della immediately scoffed out a laugh at his remark.

"How do you know where Heeseung-oppa's sweet spot is?" she laughed. The female member will never stop teasing her boyfriends about their never-fully-straight behaviour. 

"Anyways! I wanted mine around–" Jake tried to change the subject.

"Aish, get over yourselves, hyungs! I wasn't even set to get one," Niki laid his head on Heeseung's lap. "Stop being so horny," ever since he learned the Korean word for 'horny, he's been constantly using it to tease the older members.

"We're not!" the hyuppas and Sunoo protested.

 "With no mark on me, I was gonna look left out of the relationship," Niki muttered and closed his eyes.

"We're sorry, Niki," "We're really sorry, we didn't mean to," the members apologised.

"It's totally cool. Besides, if it's the neck kisses you're after, you could all just ask Della for one like any other day, simple as that."

"Of course! You need to give me some once we get home!" Sunghoon pointed at Della.

"Ya, ya, ya– me too! I want neck kisses too!" Jay sat up straight.

"Of course! You can't just leave any of us out!" Heeseung added.

"Why are you leaving me out then-" Niki was cut off by Sunoo.

"It's not your time yettt." he whined.

During times like these, Della usually stays out of the bickering. She can easily put a stop to it, but where's the fun in that?

Without a word, she got off of Jake's lap and made her way over to Niki, where she placed a chaste kiss on his neck.

"YA, YA, YA, YA, YA! What is happening?!" as his hyungs protested, Niki cheered and pulled Della in for a cuddle. Jungwon, Della and Sunoo were the only ones laughing.

'My men are absolutely adorable,' Della thought.

"You're laying on my lap and you do this to me?!" Heeseung playfully yelled at Niki.

"Maknae on top! Maknae on top!" Niki laughed, pointing at Jungwon and himself. Jungwon clapped his hand as he laughed aloud.

Being up first for the shoot has its perks.

accidentally posted my draft for this and deleted the original ask

check out jungwon’s pov here! (15+? 16+??)

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#kang della #8th member of enhypen #enhypen 8th member #enhypen ff #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x oc #enhypen added member #enhypen eigth member #enhypen female addition #enhypen female member #enhypen oc #kpop added member #kpop oc #enhypen female oc #enhypen imagines #enhypen poly fic #enhypen poly

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Ror fam with their now adult child that's about to get married, but on the day of the wedding their spouse to be ends up getting cold feet and runs away. Poor kid is going to be utterly heartbroken......

What lovely angst this is~ I couldn’t stop thinking about it when my insomnia wouldn’t let me sleep last night. Picture below of the wedding dress for this HC.

-It was a day your family had been dreading for a long time coming, your wedding day.

-You were their precious little princess, having adopted you when you were only a child, raising you with so much love and care and you returned it, they never wanted to lose you.

-When you first started going out with your boyfriend, there were many who were against it, as they saw him as taking you away from them, while others were a bit more lenient, making a promise to themselves if he hurt you, he would die.

-Those who opposed your relationship became more anguished when you announced your engagement to one another, upset that they didn’t do more to keep you from leaving them.

-They didn’t want to hurt you, they never wanted to hurt you, many silent prayed for your stupid fiancé to do something that would make you leave him.

-However, as your family, until you made that decision on your own, they were going to support you with this venture.

-Your wedding was going to be on the beach, at a beautiful resort, in a giant room with floor to ceiling French doors that led to a balcony overlooking the ocean.

-Your dress was beautiful, flowing and light chiffon, you looked like a fairy. Eve, despite not wanting to lose you, was gushing in your room where she was helping you get dressed, while your bridesmaids were in the next room over.

-Your bridesmaids were Goll, who had ugly cried when you asked her, and your fiancé’s sister, while your maid of honor was your best friend, F/N.

-You felt nervous as the ceremony drew closer and you were waiting for Jack to come and get you, as he had won rock paper scissors months ago against all of you other father and brotherly figures of your massive family, but as you sat in your room, you grew concerned when he was over a half hour later.

-You grabbed your bouquet, sunflowers and red roses and headed down to the venue, but you grew concerned, your eyebrows furrowing as you heard loud shouting.

-The room froze when you entered, your family’s eyes all went wide, seeing you in your wedding gown, you looked like an angel.

-The room was divided, your massive family and friends, other gods and warriors from Valhalla, on one side and your fiancé’s on the other, but your fiancé and F/N were both missing, confusing you, “What’s going on?”

-His mother glared at Brunnhilde, who had been shouting with her, and the valkyrie turned, “Y/N, it seems that F/N and that bastard of a fiancé of yours have been having an affair for over three years now.”

-You froze, eyes going wide as your bouquet slipped from your hands, “What?”

-His family was just as furious, his mother turning on you, “He was supposed to get married to you first, then divorce you and take all your money, then he and F/N were going to get married and live comfortably along with us. Those two would be taken care of since you’re such a cash cow with your loaded family. But that idiot son of mine decided to run off with F/N before he could marry you!”

-The tears easily came but didn’t fall as you processed this, F/N and B/N had been seeing each other behind your back for years now, and his family knew about, keeping it from you, as they liked her more than they liked you.

-They were only going to use you for your money, which you had a ton of yourself that you earned on your own, not even counting your family around you.

-Your throat clenched as you tried to not cry, “You knew about this? You let him lead me on for years just for my money?!” their cold eyes, showing no remorse, broke your fragile little heart.

-She went to yell at you for disrespecting her, but Brunnhilde spoke, her voice and eyes like ice, “If you yell at my Y/N, I will not hesitate to remove your head from your shoulders, bitch.” His mother instantly shut up, feeling the wave of fear wash over her.

-Goll and Eve were quick to come over to you, as your eyes went dim, breaking mentally and emotionally as his family were all furious, demanding to be compensated for wasting their time with this wedding as their plan had fell through and were left with nothing.

-Zeus was the one to speak next, mocking them, “Ho-ho~ you want us to compensate you when it was your child who ruined your plans. That seems like a you problem. Go to him if you want your precious money back.”

-This caused more arguing, back and forth before his sister spoke like this situation was no big deal, “Just get over it Y/N, you’ll forgive him like you always do when he comes crawling back like he always does.”

-You were in tears, having slid to your knees, Eve kneeling beside you, your head in her chest as you couldn’t comprehend, “He-he lied…they all lied…”

-You family was furious, seeing you in such a state as Hercules spoke, glaring down at his sister, “Liars will only make more liars.”

-His father went to say something, but Odin spoke first, the air growing cold as he slowly let his aura out and soon a dark aura was surrounding everyone in your family, “You mortals have seem to have forgotten that we are gods. Gods that you have disrespected and insulted with your words and actions. You have insulted our child.”

-His family were very quick to sober up, as they knew that with you married into their family, the gods and warriors wouldn’t do much, they had no such connection now, and now realized that their actions have made several of the strongest gods and warriors in history very, very mad.

-His mother was quick to scream out your name, begging you to stop them, but Eve spoke, her eyes cold, “Why would she help someone who has lied to her for years and backstabbed her on her wedding day?”

-His family were very quick to change their tune, trying to kiss ass and beg for their forgiveness, other bold ones trying to go after you, to make them stop.

-The door behind you burst open and attention turned to the door; your teary eyes went wide, seeing F/N and B/N struggling in the arms of Thrud and Raiden, who you hadn’t realized was missing until you saw the two of them.

-Raiden’s eyes hardened, seeing you there and in tears, while Thrud’s eyes softened, seeing you upset before they threw the offenders down in between the two families before Thrud kneeled next to you and Goll, as you were both crying.

-His family was quick to start shouting at him and F/N, for ruining the plan they had all been working on for years, now because of it, they were going to lose out on all of the money that they had been planning on living on to live plush and cushy lifestyles.

-F/N and B/N were quick to turn to you, seeing that you were there, you would help them, right?

-Raiden swept you up into his arms, holding you with one arm, keeping you away from them as they tried to go for you, trying to tell you that this was just a bit elaborate joke, a big prank for the wedding.

-His family was quick to join in, trying to laugh it off, but Nikola spoke, “May I have everyone’s attention!” everyone looked at him as he pulled out a remote, a projector playing, showing pictures of the two of them over the years they had been going behind my back, “Here they are at your twenty third birthday part Y/N, this selfie was taken behind Buddha’s tree.”

-The pictures were damning, showing that this wasn’t an elaborate prank, they had been sneaking around, even while you were in the same area, like they got a thrill off trying not to get caught while being so close.

-You had touched Raiden’s chest gently during the pictures and he sat you down, but kept his hand on your shoulder, while you watched the pictures showing their affair, even up to this morning, F/N in her bridesmaid dress.

-They were shouting, trying to claim that those pictures were private, trying to save their lie before all attention turned to you.

-B/N tried to approach, but a growl from Lu Bu halted him in his tracks as he struggled to speak, “Y/N, I-I didn’t…” his voice trailed off as your eyes, usually so gentle and full of life, were dull and broken, saying nothing.

-He begged you to say something and F/N was begging you to forgive her and the froze as a tear slipped down your cheek, one that seemed to infuriate your family even more.

-After a moment you finally spoke, “What? You two expect me to just say I forgive you, and we forget this whole thing happened? You both used me! You all used me-lied to me! Why should you be given forgiveness?” my voice started weak but grew in anger as I called his whole family out as liars, but then it broke as more tears fell.

-Eve cupped your cheeks gently as you broke down, shoulders shaking, trying to wipe your tears away, “Oh Y/N, shh don’t cry. You don’t have to explain anything to them.”

-Adam then spoke, his voice seemed to chill everyone, even those of your family, “Eve, take Y/N back to her room.” Eve nodded and Goll and Thrud went with you.

-You ignored the screams and demands of your ex-fiancé and ex- best friend and his family as the door closed behind them.

-You couldn’t hear any screams, because Odin and Beelzebub put up wards that blocked off all sound in the room and blocked the windows, so none could see in.

-It was hours later before you calmed down, Eve, Goll, and Thrud helping you wash your face of your pretty make up, brushed out you hair, and helped you out of your wedding dress.

-You loved your dress, even if you weren’t getting married, treating it carefully, holding it in your lap, feeling the soft material beneath your fingers.

-Eve, seeing your love for the dress, spoke gently to you, “We can dye it, if you want to? It is a pretty dress and would make a lovely summer dress if you changed the color.” She saw just a bit of light appear in your dull eyes, as you liked that idea.

-Thrud had left, just for a bit, returning with food and water for you, as you had been crying so much, the three of them gently encouraging you to eat while the rest of your family had to clean up the venue hall after making a mess, which wasn’t hard to do with a bit of magic.

-As your family and friends from Valhalla had rented out the resort for the wedding, as well as the rooms, which meant that his family was in another hotel nearby, they didn’t want to give up this lovely beach resort vacation, even if it was only for a few days.

-You were quiet and despondent from everyone, allowing yourself to be pulled by Goll who held your hand, trying to make you feel better by getting you ice cream or taking you down to the beach.

-Your family hated seeing you like this, the guilt inside them gnawed at them, as they felt at fault for not noticing this sooner, they could have saved you from heartache if they had paid more attention to your scumbag of an ex and friend.

-When you had looked around, worried that he and his family was still around, Loki, who had stolen you away from Goll, walking with you down the beach, told you that they had made them all leave and to never contact you again.

-You didn’t question him, accepting his words as the truth, as you knew they wouldn’t lie to you, not like this, they would lie to you in the way of that they would deny knowing who ate your ice cream that you had been saving.

-Adam held you when you couldn’t sleep, much how he used to when you were still a child, soothing you to sleep, he hated seeing you crying, they all did, each having spent time trying to calm you down during this mini vacation.

-You whispered up to him, reminding him of when you were little, speaking like a scared child, “Did-did I do something wrong…to-to make them do this to me?” your voice was so soft and meek, it made his blood boil that you had been hurt so badly.

-He squeezed you, hugging you to him, he heard your soft sigh of content, warm and safe in his embrace, “No Y/N, you weren’t the one who did anything wrong. You were perfect. They were the ones who were wrong, they hurt you, and nobody is allowed to hurt you.”

-You smiled softly before you started to doze off, which he saw and he held you until you were asleep, stroking your hair gently.

-Nobody would ever hurt you again.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror yandere

[arachnicas]

Spider & Spot Dynamic Headcanons 1/?

Based off of my post >>> here

-) The multi-verse collapses and Miles is thrown back in time to the day he defeated Kingpin. Determined not to repeat the future, Miles decides to seek out the Spot and end his villainy before it can begin. However, he does not eradicate or contain his nemesis. No, Miles takes a leap of faith and decides to help him.

-) Miles uses his big brain to find a way to permanently cure Dr. Johnathon Ohnn of his spotty appearance with a serum. However, Johnathon still retains his abilities, and his eyes are an eerie void black color, a reminder of what he is and what he is capable of. Still, he's back to looking like a human being again and is immensely grateful to this wonderful, genius kid for helping him in his time of need.

-) In fact, he's so happy that he immediately declares himself Spider-Man's partner, and Miles cannot reject the man. His former friends are in their respective dimensions safe now that the collider is destroyed, and if the future becomes anything like Miles remembers, he won't see them for a long while. It would be nice to have a friend on his side.

-) After some trial and error, Johnathon can easily control his abilities, using his holes to warp villains into Miles' webs or transporting himself and Miles away from dangers when dealing with particularly deadly villains. With their combined skills and hilarious wit, the duo instantly becomes Brooklyn's darlings almost overnight.

-) Johnathon's costume is based on his former spotty appearance. When Miles asked why, he grinned and said, "Makes for a superb intimidation factor, kiddo. Gets the baddies shaking in their little boots when they see me."

-) Johnathon and Miles both know each other's secret identities. Johnathon made it clear to Miles that if their partnership should work, he should at least see the face of the hero he's working with. No secrets. No lies. Miles agreed and slid off his mask.

-) Needless to say, Johnathon was appalled, concerned, and maybe even a little impressed that Spider-Man is a thirteen-year-old kid. "I mean, when you threw that bagel at me, I knew you were young, but holy cow, you're just a little guy! You should be in school doing your homework and hanging out with your friends, not running the streets fighting bad guys!"

-) Knowing that Spider-Man is just a kid made Johnathon even more sure of his decision to be his partner. Miles will need a stable adult to look out for him and somebody to make damn sure that he comes home alive. It's the least he can do for the kid who helped him get his life back on track. Plus, he's grown fond of Miles and enjoys fighting alongside him. This superhero gig isn't so bad after all.

-) Over time, the two developed a pseudo-uncle-nephew familial relationship, and while Johnathon isn't Uncle Aaron, Miles finds that they have a lot in common and will often spend hours talking about quantum physics, math, etc. They even built an underground lair where they go to rest up, work on science projects, and make neat little gizmos. Miles proudly called it "The Web," but after losing a game of rock paper scissors to Uncle Johnathon, it was renamed The Void Sanctum.

-) Helping Miles with his science homework pushed Johnathon into getting a job at Visions Academy as a science teacher because, damn it, what kind of weak-ass science is that school teaching his nephew?! No, he will become a goddamn teacher and teach these kids REAL science. And this way, he can finally distance himself from Alchemax and get a job doing something he loves. Teaching.

-) Johnathon wanted to make an excellent first impression on his first day at Visions and showed up to work in a tweed suit, squeaky shoes, and a lab coat. The students cracking jokes about his clothes were to be expected, and Miles was starting to get annoyed with them for their constant needling, but all laughter died when Mr. Ohnn made something explode. From then on, he was the school's most revered science teacher.

-) Visions loves him so much that they don't even ask why he wears sunglasses that hide his scary inky black eyes that sometimes leak dark matter. Nah, they don't need to see what's behind the glasses.

-) Johnathon uses his powers to travel across different dimensions with Miles, where they get into all sorts of whacky adventures. It's the most fun they've ever had, and the pair bring back all kinds of trinkets and decorations from their travels to hang up in their super cool lair.

"Miles, is that an alien head encased in ice?"

"Oh, yeah! Uncle Johnathon and I found this bad boy in some creepy desert dimension! I don't think we were supposed to take it, but Unc wanted to turn it into a new decoration for his desk."

"Miles, that thing just blinked."

"Yeah, it does that sometimes."

-) The walls in Miles' room are decorated with colorful equations done by Johnathon, and Johnathon's office space has drawings Miles gifted to him. Maybe he's not an artist like his nephew, but he's proud of the kid's works and will always show visitors what Miles drew.

-) Having learned from his past mistakes, Miles decided to reveal himself as Spider-Man to his parents, and as expected there were tears, ultimatums, more tears, and finally acceptance. Jeff and Rio were also told about Johnathon, and after some hesitation and promises to keep them informed about their son, they permitted the duo to keep working together...so long as Johnathon stopped by every Sunday for family dinners and continued to help Miles stay on top of his studies.

-) Their dimension travels have caused them to meet certain members of the Spider Society much earlier, but that's a story for another day.

#miles morales #johnathan ohnn #the spot #spider-man #spider man across the spider verse #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #I am living for cool science nerd uncle and his super-hero spider nephew #omg this came out so long #BUT I AM OBSESSED WITH THEM OKAY? #let miles have more found family members and a bigger support system outside of spider society

[kelyon]

Courtship 5: Outfit

Lacey figures out what she's going to wear on her date

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The pile of clothes covered Lacey’s twin bed. She’d spent the better part of an hour matching blouses with slacks with sweaters in a vain attempt to find the magic combination that would make her look less like the president of the student council and more like Mr. Gold’s perfect slut. 

Nothing worked. So far, her best options were to wear her summer sundress in the middle of winter with no coat, or to take a pair of scissors to the long black skirt she had worn to her mother’s funeral. That last one might have been an option, if she had a sewing machine like Mara. But she didn’t, and showing up at Mr. Gold’s house wearing unhemmed rags was probably as bad an idea as showing up wearing pants. If she had a sleeveless top, she might consider wearing the skirt as it was. She could try to go for a sort of hippy, Bohemian look. But the most revealing blouse Lacey French owned had puffed-up sleeves, like a fucking five-year-old. 

Groaning, she fell backwards onto the pile. Some of this stuff she had got in middle school. The fact that they still fit her had been an advantage every time she’d decided to spend her limited funds on books instead of clothes, but it also meant that Lacey had never aged up her personal style. She didn’t have anything that made her look or feel like an adult. 

The purple-blue dress shimmered in her dirty clothes hamper. She had jumped the gun by wearing her only sexy outfit on her first date with Mr. Gold. She had set the bar too high. Now he would have expectations of how Miss French liked to dress. More than that, Mr. Gold in his suits had standards. If she met him looking like a mess, he’d drive off and leave her on the curb.

At least he didn’t seem to mind if she left him looking like a mess. He hadn’t minded bringing her home with a wrinkled skirt and no stockings or underwear. She wanted that to happen again, but before it could, Lacey had to look presentable. None of her clothes were cutting it. She had to take action. 

She pulled a white button-up off the pile and rubbed a smear of foundation over her hickey. Then she went downstairs into the shop. Dad was sitting by the cash register, looking through a faded design book. 

Mom had known all the designs for bouquets and arrangements by heart, but Dad always needed to double check with the book. 

“Anything happen today?” Lacey asked.

He shook his head, didn’t look up.

“We should call up everyone who ordered from us last year and remind them that V-day is in less than three weeks.”

“They know,” he grumbled. “This time of year, no one has any money. The men at Fish King will get paid on Friday, that’s when the orders will start. But they won’t really pick up until the next payday, the eleventh.”

He was right. It happened like that every year. All the orders came in at the very last minute. Valentine’s Day weekend was two solid days of constant work getting everything put together. 

And it was too far away to do Lacey any good.   

“So I’m guessing this is not a good time to discuss the subject of me ever getting paid for the hours I put in?”

Her father looked at her like she had just told an offensive joke that wasn’t even funny. Had his eyes always been so bloodshot? Had he always looked like a sad cartoon dog?

“You keep your tips.” He looked down at the book again. “You have money when the store has money, when we’re not racking up daily fees from that bastard Gold.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Lacey rubbed her hands on her jeans. “Just thought I’d ask.”

Of course Dad didn’t have any money to give her. That was their whole problem. Game of Thorns was a family business, the only income any of them had. For as long as she’d worked in the store, her pay had come in the form of food and shelter. Her reward for helping keep the place open was that it stayed open. It might not have been unreasonable to ask for more, but she knew it was unattainable. 

“Ask again when Valentine’s is over,” Dad said. “We get out of this hole… I’ll try to make something work.”

She’d heard that before. Her father always had all kinds of plans and dreams for when things got better. Not that things ever did get better. Not that they ever would. The only thing worse than knowing that fact would be admitting it. So Lacey gave her father a tight smile and pretended she believed him, just like she always did.

****

She made her way over to Marine Automotive, where her Uncle Manny was locking the front doors from the outside. When he saw her loitering, he beamed.

“Hey! There’s my favorite niece!”

Uncle Manny looked like Dad if nothing bad had ever happened to him. He had the same height and stocky build. He had the same curly hair that was also the bane of Lacey’s existence. But where Moe French was loud when he was angry, Manny French was loud when he was happy--and he was always loud. He wrapped Lacey up in a bear hug.

“How you doing, Ace? What brings you by?”

She cut to the chase. “Are you going to the Rabbit Hole tonight?”

Her uncle wasn’t a huge drinker, but he was the only person Lacey knew who regularly went to Storybrooke's only bar.

“I wasn’t planning on it. They’re aren’t any games tonight. But I take it you need an escort?”

Lacey raised her shoulders in a half-apology. “They won’t let me in without a parent-slash-guardian.”

“Ah, to be young again!” Uncle Manny wrapped one arm around her. “You’ll miss it one of these days, I promise you. But yeah, we can have a night on the town. I’ll even buy you a Shirley Temple.”

“Oh come on,” she gave him a playful nudge. “I am an adult, even if I can’t drink. I should at least get a Coke and Coke.”

“Sounds like a plan.” 

****

The Rabbit Hole was dead. Between the lack of sports on TV and the town-wide lack of money until payday, most people were staying home. The only ones here were people like Leroy Miner, people who had nowhere else to go. Like the old song said, sharing a drink they called loneliness was better than drinking alone. 

Undeterred, Lacey took her uncle-approved non-alcoholic beverage over to the pool table by the fireplace. She took off her hoodie and unbuttoned her blouse a little. This whole thing was a risky move, but it was the best plan she had. Hustling pool paid off more often than it didn’t.  

Eyeing the room, she bent over the pool table, just far enough to get a little attention. She lined up a shot and missed on purpose.

“Oh crap!” she said too loudly. “Must not be my night.”

After ten minutes of staged failure, Lacey let herself land a shot. She squealed when the ball went into the pocket. The sound made people’s heads turn, and she treated them all to a too-wide, too-apologetic smile.

Only one person smiled back. Keith Sherwood turned on his bar stool to watch her. Lacey tried to remember her other encounters with Keith. Did he usually stare more at her ass or her boobs? For safety’s sake, she did both. She leaned far enough over the table that Keith could look down her cleavage, then moved around to the other side for the next shot. She stuck her ass in the air, practically humping the felt to keep his attention.

“Boys always make it look so easy,” she pouted after another ball just barely missed the pocket.

When Keith began to walk over to her, she turned her back to him. That way she could pretend to be surprised by his arrival. With careful concentration, Lacey managed to get a ball a full foot away from what anyone watching would have assumed was her target. It was actually harder to be bad on purpose, but it paid off.

“You having fun, sweet thing?” Keith leaned against the pool table, beer in hand, right in front of her.

Lacey giggled. “It’d be more fun if I had someone to play with.”

Keith chuckled. A lock of his hair fell down into his eyes. “I bet it would be. You had a lot of fun playing with me last time, didn’t you?”

How much money had she taken from Keith the last time she had tried this? Sometimes she got cocky and her marks got mad about being taken. Lacey couldn’t remember if she had ever crowed about fleecing Keith. Unfortunately, he probably did. 

She fluttered her eyelashes. “It was a lot of fun,” she cooed. “I think I got lucky that night.”

“I bet you’re gonna get lucky again.” He was standing too close to her. “I bet your luck will get better and better all night, especially when we start playing double or nothing.”

Crap. She had definitely rubbed Keith’s face in it last time. Now he was wise to her. That was the problem with a small town. Oh well, at least she’d tried.

“So is that a bet?” she said in her real voice. “Do you wanna put money down on whether or not I’m actually hustling you? Cuz I’ll take you up on that one.”

Keith shook his head. He put his hand down on top of hers on the edge of the pool table. He was still smiling.

“You know there’s another game we can play together. It’s a lot more fun than pool.”

Ugh.

Lacey backed away. “It might be fun for you, but I don’t think I’d get much out of it.”

He followed her. “How do you know? Maybe it’d be more fun if you hustled me. That’d make things interesting, wouldn’t it? Twenty bucks says I can make you see heaven.”

She snorted. “Did you just say you’ll pay to screw me?”

Keith kept smiling. “You were gonna screw me all over this table and take my money anyway. I like my version better.”

Lacey’s blood suddenly went cold. This wasn’t funny anymore. It wasn’t a game. This asshole would seriously give her money if she went home with him. It would be so easy to go along with it. Twenty dollars for two orgasms--his would be real, hers would be fake. 

Would that be enough to buy a new skirt? Was she seriously fucking considering this?

She clenched her jaw. 

“I’m not a fucking hooker, Keith.”

He raised his arms in a pacifying gesture. “No harm, no foul,” he said. “I just don’t see how it’s any different from taking a girl to dinner first. Man pays for sex either way.”

Turning away, she slid her pool cue back on the rack. 

“You’re a pig.”

“Go ahead, darlin’, keep talking dirty. See what happens.”

Lacey kept her head held high as she went back to the bar where her uncle was nursing a beer.

“I need to get out of here,” she told him.

“Sounds good.” Uncle Manny took out his wallet and tossed a few crumpled fives onto the bar. “I’ll walk you home.”

****

 Outside, Lacey pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her hoodie and hugged her arms over her chest. This stupid button down was too frumpy to make her sexy and too thin to keep her warm. 

“Pool wasn’t any good for you tonight?” Uncle Manny asked casually.

“No,” she admitted. “Fricking Keith threw me off my game.”

“What do you need money for anyway? That dad of yours not feeding you?”

“I need money cuz I don’t have any.” Lacey kicked at a chunk of dirty snow. “Nobody does.”

“I’ve got a little, for the smartest kid in Storybrooke.” He stopped walking and turned to face her. “You wanna tell me what it’s for?”

Lacey bit the inside of her mouth. She didn’t want to lie to her uncle, but she sure as hell didn’t want to tell him the truth. She walked in silence for a minute. He stayed with her. Finally, she said it.

“I wanna get some new clothes.”

“Like a real coat?”

She shrugged. “I mean, maybe. I could. If I had enough.”

“And this is a sudden yearning that couldn’t wait?”

She shrugged again. There was nothing like being around a parent-slash-guardian to make her feel like a complete child.

“Ace, what’s going on?”

She took a breath. “I… don’t want to tell you.”

He put his hand on her shoulder. “Lacey French, if you’re doing things you don’t want people to know about, then you shouldn’t do them.”

“It’s nothing bad!” Lacey pushed him away. “It’s just… personal.”

“That’s not reassuring,” he said. “What’s going on? What do you need money for?”

“I told you, to buy clothes!”

“Clothes for what? You can tell me, Lacey. I’ll help you out if you’re honest.”

“I just want to look nice on a date!” She shrieked the words out into the night. They hung in the air with the cloud of her breath.

Uncle Manny looked at her, confused and sympathetic at the same time. Eventually, he broke out into a broad smile.

“But that’s great, honey! You should go on dates. Why-- why didn’t you say so to begin with?”

She pulled her hands up through the neck hole of her hoodie to rub her face.

“I’m… It’s because of who I’m going out with.”

Uncle Manny scoffed and put his arm around her as they walked. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of dating someone. Unless it’s someone you should be ashamed of, but then you just don’t date them. It’s not a girl, is it?”

Lacey shook her head, to which Uncle Manny nodded.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that, not in this modern world. You know I’m with you no matter what.”

She nodded. 

“And of course, no boy is ever going to be good enough for you. But as long as he’s not married, or some kind of asshole like that bastard Gold, there’s no reason to sneak around like--Lacey?”

She had stopped in her tracks. She looked up at her uncle and chewed on her lower lip.

Realization dawned. Uncle Manny let out a long breath. 

“Lace.” His voice was rough. “Tell me you’re dating a married man.”

Lips pressed together, she shook her head. “Don’t tell anyone.”

Standing in place, Uncle Manny stomped his work boots onto the sidewalk. The intent seemed to be half to warm his feet and half to cool his head.

“Gold,” he whispered. He pointed in the direction of Mr. Gold’s pawn shop. “That Gold? The guy that has every working person in Storybrooke by balls? The guy who’s practically the reason all of us are living paycheck to paycheck? You’re going on dates with him?”

She shrugged. “It’s only been one date so far, but he asked me to come to his house on Friday.”

“And you said yes? What, does he have something on you? Is that why you need money?”

“No!” Lacey insisted. “I was telling the truth! I just need clothes that are good enough for him.”

“‘Good enough for him?’ He’s not good enough for you, Lacey! That man is a scourge. He’s a parasite. He’s--he’s old enough to be your father!”

“If he was my father, I wouldn’t be in this situation. I’d actually have a good life.”

“You have a good life.” Uncle Manny wasn’t angry anymore. Or if he was, his anger had become still and stern. “Your parents worked every day to give you a good life.”

“And where did it get them?” Lacey snapped. “Where did it get me? Yes, we work hard, but our only reward is getting to work even harder. And I’m so tired.” Her face was hot. God, she was sniffling. “Being with Mr. Gold feels like a break, and that’s all I want anymore. Just a freaking break.” 

Uncle Manny’s arms were around her. He pulled her against his coveralls that smelled like motor oil and sweat. He squeezed her tight and patted her back as she tried to stop crying.

“Sorry,” she sniffed when they broke apart.

“Hey,” he tilted her chin up and looked her in the eye. “Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”

Despite her tears, Lacey laughed. It was an old joke for them. She knew what her next line had to be: “That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard.”  

He hugged her again, kissed the top of her head. They didn’t talk until they were in front of Game of Thorns.

“I’d stay for dinner, but I’ve had Moe’s cooking before.”

She snorted at another joke she’d heard a thousand times, then she turned serious. “Um. You’re not going to tell anybody, are you?”

“About your…” he searched for the words, then shrugged, “love life?”

“Yeah. You know my dad will blow a gasket if he finds out I’m even talking to Mr. Gold, let alone--”

“Yeah, I know.” Uncle Manny cut her off. Clearly, he didn’t want to hear what she was doing with Mr. Gold.

“So, please don’t tell him? Promise?”

Her uncle sucked his teeth and slowly shook his head in silence. It took a long minute before he looked at her again.

“Okay,” he said. “You’re an adult. You know your own mind, you can make your own decisions. It’s just--be smart, okay? You are an adult, but you’re also our little girl. Me, your dad, your mom, rest her soul--we don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“I promise I won’t get hurt, if you promise not to blab my business all over town.”

“Aright,” he sighed. He pulled her in for a tight hug. “I promise. Just--please, take care of yourself.”

  She squeezed her uncle, then headed for the door. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

****

Lacey spent the entire working day on Thursday psychically willing the phone to ring with orders, preferably orders that had to be filled as soon as possible. Doing a rush job would give them an excuse to charge extra. She wouldn’t wish a funeral on anyone, but wouldn’t this be a great weekend for an impromptu wedding? So many of Lacey’s problems would be solved if just one panicked bride would come in and beg them to fill Dodci’s Dance Hall with centerpieces and garlands, not to mention all the bouquets and boutonnieres and flowers for the church too. Or maybe someone important could get sick and everyone in Storybrooke would send flowers to the hospital. Wasn’t there anyone in Storybrooke who was celebrating anything? Did people not have birthdays in late January? There were so many reasons people could need flowers. But this wasn’t a day when people did.

Hustling at the Rabbit Hole wasn’t an option anymore. If this were any other occasion, she would borrow a skirt from Mara or Janine, but that didn’t seem like a possibility. They wouldn’t take the news of her going on a date with Mr. Gold any better than Uncle Manny had. Mara’s store, where she also lived, was rented from Mr. Gold, and Janine had taken out a loan to pay for her beautician supplies. Both of them--really everyone in Storybrooke--saw him as the enemy. As far as they cared to think about it, he was the reason they were poor. If Lacey told her friends how much she wanted to be around him, they would think she was crazy, or morally degenerate.

Maybe she was. 

Or maybe they were wrong. Had her friends ever eaten at Bella Notte? Had they ever worn a dress that made them feel like sex on two legs? Had they ever watched a hapless waiter get strong-armed into breaking a stupid law for them? Had they ever been inside Mr. Gold’s house? Had they ever taken clothes off just because a man had asked them to? Had they ever known the thrill of promising to do whatever another person told them to do? Had they ever known the peace of being an object, of kneeling silently at someone’s feet?

Could they even understand why that was something anyone would want? Let alone that it was something Lacey craved in a place deeper than her bones? Some dark, hidden part of her soul wanted Mr. Gold, like she had never wanted anything else. 

And not having enough money to buy a stupid fucking skirt might keep her away from him forever. She could not abide that thought.

When Friday was another dud--a few orders came in, but they wouldn’t pay until delivery--Lacey knew that she was out of options. Since Mr. Gold would be picking her up tonight at eight, she was also out of time. So she did what everyone in Storybrooke did when they had nowhere else to go.

She went to the pawn shop. 

****

Lacey had always been intrigued by the phrasing of Mr. Gold’s store. The sign said Mr. Gold Pawnbroker and Antiquities Dealer. Most stores advertised the goods sold inside, but Mr. Gold advertised himself. This was who he was, this was what he did. No one came to this store because they needed things, they came because they needed what only he could offer them. Usually, they needed it enough to pay whatever price he set. 

When it came down to it, Lacey really wasn’t that different from any other desperate soul who came to Mr. Gold. The only difference was what she wanted.

It was three in the afternoon. Not technically her lunch break, but it wasn’t like she was getting paid to stick around the flower shop. Lacey changed into some gray dress pants and covered her work shirt with her least-frumpy cardigan. She stuffed her purse full of old toys and oddities that might--cumulatively, optimistically--be worth about ten dollars. She yelled at Dad that she was going out for a minute and then walked over to Mr. Gold’s.

The bell rang over her head when she walked through the front door. Mr. Gold was behind the counter, writing something in a ledger. He looked up at the sound and gave the slightest grin when he saw that it was her. 

“Miss French,” he said, with just a touch of warmth. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Lacey bit her lip, but forced herself to stay cool. She looked around at the shelves and display cases, slowly making her way forward. Another time, she would have marveled at the art and jewelry and historic do-dads, but now she slunk past them.

“I…” she dragged out the word, unsure of what she was saying as she said it, “was wondering… if you have any clothes for sale.” 

Mr. Gold raised his eyebrows. “Clothes?”

“Yeah.” She stopped in front of a spinning rack of necklaces. She couldn’t look at him. “You know, like vintage stuff?”

He walked over to her, behind the display case. “I’ve got some historic naval uniforms, but nothing that would suit you.”

He was in front of her now, so they were separated by nothing but two feet of glass and gadgets. She didn’t raise her head. Some of these necklaces were really pretty. One gold chain with a mother-of-pearl pendant spoke to her for some reason.

“What do you need, Miss French?”

His voice was gentle, coaxing. He understood how much she hated what she was doing. He probably talked to a lot of people who were feeling what she was feeling. At least he didn’t seem to be enjoying her discomfort.

Lacey took a breath, and looked up at him.

“I need a skirt,” she admitted. “I don’t have anything to wear on our date tonight.”

He blinked. Then his face grew infinitesimally softer. 

“I see,” he said. 

“I brought some stuff.” She set her purse on the counter, began to pull out the junk she’d brought from home. “I thought I might--”

“Please,” he held up a hand. “You don’t need to do that. I’m more than happy to assist you, Miss French.” He turned away from her, went back over to his antique cash register. 

“I can pay you back…”

“Oh you will,” he grinned. He took a bill out of the cash register and set it on the counter. Lacey came closer and saw that it was a fifty. “Will this be enough?”

She fought the urge to snatch the money and run all the way to Modern Fashions. It was the same feeling she’d had when he’d given her the money to tip that stupid waiter. The thrill, the rush, of having cash and knowing she could do anything with it. Fifty dollars was more than she had spent on clothes in the past year. Fifty dollars could cover the bill at Granny’s for her whole family--or at least for Janine and Mara to have real lunches.

Fifty dollars was more than twice what Keith had offered her to have sex with him.

Lacey pulled her hands back. She dug her fingernails into her palms. 

“I… I shouldn’t accept this,” she said.  

“Why not?” Mr. Gold asked, unperturbed. “Are you worried I’ll take advantage of you? Wouldn’t you say that ship has sailed, Miss French?”

She looked down at the dirt-stained sneakers she wore for work. In a resigned whisper, she told Mr. Gold the same thing she said to Keith at the Rabbit Hole.

“I’m not a hooker.”

“Of course not.” Mr. Gold’s voice was smooth and confident. He came out from behind the counter to stand in front of her. Slowly, he raised his hand to cup her cheek, subtly forcing her to look at him. “You’re a woman who knows what she wants and who will do whatever she needs to do to make it happen.”

Lacey’s breath shook. Her eyes were hot and she was trembling.

“What do you want?” he asked her. He really was being very patient. 

“I want to go on another date with you, Mr. Gold.”

“And what do you need to do in order to make that happen?”

“I need--” she stopped. I need a skirt wasn’t the right answer. Mr. Gold had asked her what she needed to do. “I need to get some money, Mr. Gold.”

“Ask me for it.” He gave the order like it was a caress. “Ask me for the money and I’ll give it to you, Miss French.”

 This wasn’t like with Keith. This wasn’t being so desperate for money that she’d have sex with a stranger. This was being so desperate for sex that she’d take money to make sure she’d get it. She’d let Mr. Gold pay her like a whore just to make sure he kept treating her like a slut. 

She swallowed. She had to swallow a few times before she was brave enough to speak.

“Please, Mr. Gold, will you give me fifty dollars so I can have something suitable to wear for our date tonight?”

“I would be happy too, Miss French.” He lowered his hand from her cheek and picked the bill up off of the counter. Gently, he took her hand by the wrist, placed the fifty on her palm, and closed her fingers over it.

He grinned at her.

“Buy yourself something pretty.”

Lacey clenched her jaw. Now he was enjoying this. She bit back words that would make him take the money back. Instead, she said what she knew he wanted her to say.

“Thank you, Mr. Gold.”

“You’re quite welcome, Miss French.”

He turned around then, went back behind the counter. Lacey understood she was dismissed. Facing the door, she took a breath and checked to make sure none of her tears had spilled out onto her cheeks. 

Before she opened the door, Mr. Gold called over to her. 

“Miss French,” he said. “If you happen to buy a red skirt and wear nothing underneath it, I will eat your cunt for dessert tonight.”

Lacey’s eyes went wide. Her shock was less for what Mr. Gold had said and more for his nonchalant tone. He was talking about sex in the same way he would talk about running errands.

“Do you understand me, Miss French?”

What about it did he think she didn’t understand? Then Lacey realized she hadn’t answered him. Mr. Gold expected an answer when he spoke to people. 

“Yes, Mr. Gold,” she said. Shock had made her voice a little breathy. “Thank you for telling me, Mr. Gold.”

He gave her a nod. 

Dazed and excited, Lacey left his shop and made her way down the street to Modern Fashions. She had a red skirt to buy.

#courtship #rumbelle #golden lace #rumbelle fic #golden lace fic

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: How the OM! Brothers shop for groceries and stuff ft. me!

Pairing: NA

Genre: Headcanons, Crack

TW: NA

Lucifer

This old man has memorised the layout of all his favourite stores. He makes a neat little list in a notebook. He will not type his list in the notes app of his DDD. And his list will be in the order of how he walks through the aisles.

Like, if the first few aisles of the store have foodstuff, those will be at the very top of the list. I add stuff to my list as and when I remember them, so if I ever make a list for him he will most definitely forget to buy something and then blame it on my lacking list-making skills (my mom does this).

No matter how many things we need to buy this man will NEVER take a cart. He will take 3 baskets if required, and give two of them to me. Also will not buy anything that is not on his list. Is ice cream on his list? No? Then I guess we're not getting it...

Man speedwalks through the store. Like there's no time to see which brand of chips I want, I take my eyes off him for one second and he's already at the checkout counter-

Gives everyone who takes their time deciding what to buy, yknow, like a normal person, a glare so intense you'd think they offended his entire lineage or something.

Might yell at me like once for being slow or something during our shopping trip, then make it up to me by buying me ice cream on the way home (Lucifer is an Asian parent confirmed)

Overall, I'd give him 7/10 because he does get the job done, but I will not be the first to volunteer to go with him.

Mammon

List? What list? Haha I'm gonna have to be the responsible adult here-

He never makes a list, because 'he remembers it all in his head anyway'. I'd make a list, then proceed to drag him everywhere, making him hold the stuff.

Complains a bit (a lot) about having to follow me around, but will shut up if I glare at him

Remembers what his brothers need, but always forgets stuff that he needs and when we get home he gives me his best puppy dog eyes and goes "Actually..."

With the amount of trouble this dork can get in I'm pretty sure we're banned from at least one store-

Doesn't care what I put in the cart as long as he can do the same.

We end up forgetting a few items and then having to go back to the store before Lucifer finds out. Then we get ourselves some smoothies as a reward :3

People would hate us because we're the kind of idiots to stand in an aisle taking up all the space while arguing very loudly about cereal brands-

5/10, we're both too easily distracted and absolute menaces when it comes to shopping.

Leviathan

My boy gets all his stuff from Akuzon so I dunno how I'd get him to come grocery shopping with me. If no one else is free that day, he might come with me. Though he'd try to convince me to order from Akuzon before placing a foot out the door-

Whose idea was it to let two socially-inept introverts shop without their assigned extrovert/ambivert? If there are no self-checkout counters we would play rock, paper, scissors to determine who makes small talk with the cashier.

We'll end up buying a lot of junk food and soda. Again I feel like I'd have to make the list and Levi would help with carrying the stuff but I'm sure he'd also add stuff that he wants.

Doesn't care much about like, the necessities? Like, it's ok with him if I wanna get fresh veggies or milk but he won't be one to suggest it if I don't.

Levi gets lost at one point because I'm bad at keeping track of people who come grocery shopping with me and I'm gonna get called to the front desk to get him.

On the way home I take him to the bookstore, get him some new manga and me new books for having survived that ordeal.

9/10, he's like a very well-behaved, anxious kid who occasionally tugs on your clothes and asks you if he can get his favourite bag of chips.

Satan

He won't like this, but he probably is like a toned-down version of Lucifer, except he makes the list in the notes app of his DDD.

Pretty flexible with what we can buy, he'd let me get what I want, within a limit though. Knows how to tell what is fresh and what isn't so I let him select the fruits and veggies

He also speedwalks, but holds my hand so I don't get lost <3

Meanwhile I'm trying to keep up without falling and apologizing to all the people I bump into. Ain't my fault I got little legs-

Hates it when people bump into him and don't apologize so my main job is making sure he doesn't blow up and get us thrown out of the store-

Definitely teases me when I can't reach something before being a gentleman and getting it for me

We end up going to a cat cafe before going home

10/10, I would enjoy it. Very much date vibes.

Asmodeus

He would happily follow me on my grocery runs.

Very easily distracted, I'd need to hold onto him so I dont lose him.

Very good at reminding me what needs to be bought. Has his own list of things that are needed.

Spends a ton of time and takes utmost care in choosing the best of everything. He has a good eye when it comes to stuff like this.

Knows exactly what his brothers like or need and makes my life so much more easier.

Will let me buy everything and anything I want because he is amazing like that.

Flirts with the cashier during checkout and gets us a discount. I aspire to be like him one day-

On the way home we end up going to boutiques so he can do his own little shopping~

9/10, as fun as it is going with him, I don't like being dressed up like a doll after a tiring day of getting groceries. Also won't help me put them away when we get home

Beelzebub

Beel is a sweetheart. I can see him always volunteering to go grocery shopping with me.

Another one I need to be cautious about, he might wander off if he finds something particularly appetizing. Will need to have something on hand to satiate his hunger.

He'd be content with following me around while carrying stuff. Occasionally pipes in when he sees something he heard his brothers wanted.

We will buy a ton of snacks. Now to keep him from opening any of those before we check out...

Probably wouldn't let me get everything I want, but will still be willing to let me get junk food as long as I promise to share them with him.

On the way home we go and have a meal at a restaurant, and then once we're home he helps me put everything away.

10/10, an absolute sweetheart as long as he has something to munch on while we work.

Belphegor

This little shit (derogatory).

This sadistic little bastard enjoys abusing his baby of the family privilege. Annoys the fuck out of me while we're in the store because he knows I'll try my best not to lose my composure in a public place.

The kind of asshole to pick something up and put it somewhere it's not supposed to be. Ever found a bar of soap next to rows of cereals? It's his handiwork, and he's so smug about it I swear-

Gets lost on purpose, to the point where I contemplate leaving him in the store and going home on my own.

Has. To. Comment. On. Every. Single. Thing. I. Get. That is until I threaten to not get the detergent he likes, and suddenly he's a good boy helping me by holding everything

Could care less about what I buy as long as I buy enough for him, Beel and me to share, but like I said before, will comment on everything.

We come straight home and this man just leaves me in the kitchen alone?? He won't help me put away the groceries, he goes straight to his bed.

3/10, there is very little chance I won't try to strangle him on the way back home out of frustration.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me writing #obey me headcanons #om hcs #om headcanons #omswd hcs #lucifer #mammon #levi #satan #asmo #beel #belphie #ft. me lol

[ititledit]

Cover letter tips, please? <3

Quick note - I only use Tumblr mobile which does limit my ability to write/format long response well but I will do my best! Sorry it's taken so long to answer, I haven't actually finished so this is v1!

This anon is because I voted for "write a cover letter" on the poll about "which adult activity are you happiest to do" - the number of people happy to build Ikea furniture is mind boggling to me!

A little about me. I am a manager and have been involved in recruitment for many years. I have shortlisted and interviewed people for roles from apprentice up to senior leadership. I have also mentored several people into my industry.

And I have worked for several industry lead companies.

Tip one - the mindset.

You are not writing about yourself, you are writing about your friend, who is the ideal candidate for this job. They just so happen to have done the exact same things as you, but they are not you. You love them. You are proud of them and impressed by their achievements.

Socialisation teaches us to be modest and not to value what we have accomplished ("because I did it I guess it wasn't such a big deal?"), so framing the cover letter as being for a dear friend can help to get over this discomfort. This doesn't work for everyone though, but I think it's still worth trying.

When something is ahead of us we view it as a dream or aspiration, and someone else who has that thing is superior, Impressive, has their life sorted out. But when we look at those same things in our own past, we devalue them, partly because they become normalised to us... But I also think that living in a society that minimises women's achievements lead us to devalue our own - we judge ourselves with the eyes of patriarchy, rather than the eyes of someone who loves us.

So treat yourself as you would someone you love. Recognise what you have done and acknowledge the value of those things.

Tip 2 - The Process.

go through the job advert and make a bullet point list of the things they have explicitly asked for. This will be a mix hard and soft skills, or even come from how they describe the job environment. Leave a few lines between each bullet point.

- Computer literate

- Customer service

- Fast-paced environment

- Changing priorities

- Organisation

- Field specific systems/knowledge

- Previous experience in the industry

Next you are going to bullet point all the things you have done on a separate piece of paper. Again, leave space between them.

If you are young and early in your career you will need to find these things from a wider pool. If you are established in your career then you may only need to use your current job and maybe one or two previous roles.

- Qualifications (all of them - school, college, music, sports, anything you worked for and were examined in)

- Working in shop/bar/warehouse

- Volunteering

- Extracurricular activities

- Work experience

- Your current job

- the job before that

- Childcare for your siblings/cousins

There are two methods for what to do next

Method 1

Take the list of requirements and apply it to everything in the experience list

- working in shop/bar/warehouse = use computer for stock taking, fast paced customer facing environment, have to organise the kitchen/stock, prioritising orders

- volunteering with the scouts = using emails to communicate and organise

Method 2

Take some scissors and cut up all the bullet points of things you have done. I like to have the piece of paper with the list of requirements on the left and the cut up bits on the right.

Then you start pairing them up. Doesn't matter how tenuous it is, you are making what you have done match what they want. Also you can use the same example for multiple things, if it is the best fit for those.

Computer literate = learning IT at school, current job, volunteering to help teach elderly people use emails.

Customer service = bar/shop work, volunteering with scouts

Fast paced environment = bar/shop work, doing theatre tech at school, being on a sports team

Changing priorities = looking after your siblings/cousins, a project you worked on at college, bar/shop work

Organisation = scheduling your work/school/extracurriculars, current job,

Field specific systems/knowledge

Right I'm posting this now, but I will try to write the next part soon.

#cover letter #job applications #ask answered

[skymaiden32]

Off Duty

Read on AO3 here

Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn @idontknowreallywhy (Please ask if you would like to get alerts when I update or post new stories.)

Thundertober Day 10: Mute

While off duty at an event, Gordon meets someone very special…

Continuity: TAG

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It was the latest in a string of children’s hospitals that had been founded and set up in recent months. As frequent donors to these causes, a member of the Tracy clan had been present to see the opening ceremony almost every single time, only missing out when the whole family were out on rescues. This time around, it was Gordon’s turn to attend.

He stood amongst the crowd, trying his best to be inconspicuous. It hadn’t worked. Within the first ten minutes, he’d been bombarded by journalists from about six different papers and tabloids, all wanting an exclusive or just straight up taking a photo without his consent. He thanked his lucky stars that Brains had given him his new favourite gadget, designed to distort images of him. That man was a literal miracle worker.

Gordon watched as the owner of the hospital finished off her speech, and reached her hand out to beckon a young boy up to the front with her. The child tentatively took the little golden scissors, and helped by another woman Gordon was sure was his mother, cut the ribbon. Raucous applause followed the opening. After a few moments, it finally quieted down, allowing the guests to mingle.

He’d been speaking with an associate of the Dandridge Corporation when he felt a tug on his leg. Looking down, he saw the same boy from before, who was looking up at him curiously. Saying farewell to his conversation partner for the time being, the aquanaut crouched down to the child’s eye level, a small frown on his face. 

“Hey kid,” he started, a little uneasily, “where are your parents?” The boy just looked up at him, blinking. Now that they were face to face, Gordon noticed a small scar running along his neck. His frown deepened, lifting his head to see if he could spot the woman who had helped the kid cut the ribbon, or even just the hospital owner. He sighed, not seeing either of them. “Let’s go find them, shall we?” 

He reached out a hand to the boy, who gladly took it, and made his way up to the front steps of the hospital. If any of the responsible adults were somewhere, that’s where they’d be. Gordon hummed thoughtfully when he didn’t see anyone. The boy was still clinging to his hand. “What does your mother look like, kiddo?” No answer. “Or your dad?” He tried again. Still nothing. Gordon chuckled. “A quiet one, huh?”

Dodging a few more cameramen and frantic press with notebooks, the two of them continued their search. Further investigation finally yielded results when the woman from before dashed in front of him, dropping to her knees in front of the young boy. “Thomas!” She almost cried, relieved that he was okay. “You had me worried sick! Never run off like that again…” The boy, now known to Gordon as Thomas, nodded his head. “Now, your father will take you home,” she pointed to a man behind her, “go to him and try not to wander off.” Thomas’s mother held his cheek in the palm of her hand, giving him a loving kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be back with you and Dad later, okay?” 

Gordon felt Thomas’s hand slip from his, and both he and his mother watched as he ran to his father, still not uttering a thing. “Quiet, isn’t he?” Gordon mentioned, causing the woman to look at him. “He didn’t say a word while he was with me…”

The mother sighed. “He’s mute, but he wasn’t always...” She explained, sadness etched into her words. “He actually used to be the most talkative boy you’d ever meet.”

The aquanaut raised an eyebrow. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“It wasn’t that long ago.” She stated apologetically. “I don’t really feel comfortable yet talking about it.” Gordon simply nodded in understanding. “But, you’re something of a hero to him, Mr Tracy. Even off duty, you saved him before something awful might’ve happened.” She beamed from ear to ear. “I can never thank you enough for bringing my Tommy back to me.” She reached forward to shake his hand. He took it in an instant.

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs…?” He hung onto the end of the sentence, waiting for the woman to reveal her name.

“Carter.” She answered quickly. “Blanche Carter.”

“Well, it’s my pleasure Mrs Carter.” Gordon smiled warmly. “Your son is very special indeed…”

#thunderfam #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #gordon tracy #tommy carter #blanche carter #sky writes stuff #thundertober #thundertober 2023 #i absolutely love referencing characters from the original series in my TAG stories #this time around is the Carter family from the episode City of Fire

[kiruamon]

Prison AU 2

Like promised the second part of this au!:D

Let's start with Oz's first day in prison!

"Hey dipshit! Listen carefully. From today, you are mine. I can do whatever I want with you. That means if I say jump, you jump. If I need a punching bag or a doormat, you'll gladly taking it. No complaints. Or else you'll be really sorry. Do you understand me?"

Too afraid to raise his voice, Oz just nodded as he silently hoped to survive the next 24 hours.

_

Well Oz survived his first days in prison, but things were still rough.

"Out of my way diphead!"

Without further warning, Oz was pushed out of the way by Damien and landed face-first on the floor. So this was how the rest of his future would look during his stay here? … Great… He'd probably better get used to it quickly.

_

Aaaand a scenario I already mentioned in part 1!

"So. Say. Why did they bust you here? Tax fraud? Pickpocketing? Run a red light?"

"… lack of a surname," Oz answered hesitantly, not daring to move even an inch as long as the demon was still resting his elbows on him.

Silence followed his answer.

"…"

"Pfffh. Kekekekeke! You can't be fucking serious! That's the most idiotic thing I've heard since Dave from cell 7 tried to flush himself down the toilet to escape! Spoiler. It didn't work."

_

It is unavoidable that Oz encounters the other prisoners from time to time which aren't the nicest company there is. And in times like these, Oz is pretty thankful that Damien is keeping an eye on him.

"W-why… did you… help me?"

"It's obvious, isn't it? If any of these shitheads mess with my property, I have to show them their place. Simple as that. Plus, I really can't stand those fuckers."

"O-Ooooh… "

"What's with the long face all of a sudden? Did you thought… Urgh! Whatever! Listen. If you don't want any trouble with the others, just stay close to me."

"O-okay… "

_

Over time Oz becomes a bit braver when interacting with a certain spicy red adult. Damien on the other hand is not sure what to think of that.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Stop touching me!"

It must had been ages since anyone had last touched him without the intention of ramming a fist into his face or stomach. Damien was almost about to push the guy away, but damn, feeling the cool hand gently stroking his forehead and head actually felt goo- no! No it didn't! Fuck was that irritating!

"Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean to… ", Oz stammered, before withdrawing his hand in a hurry. "I… was… just wondering what… what kind of face you're making," but just touching Damien to brush the demon's hair aside without first asking him was - of course - going too far and… And… Damien looked less angry than he had expected. Rather confused than angry. And… why were both his cheeks and the tips of his ears so pink? How strange. Could it be tha-

But before Oz could finish his thought, Damien suddenly screamed so loudly that it made him jump. With noisy steps, the demon stomped away to the corner of the cell farthest from him, crouched down and scowled at him through his long hair. … okay, yeah, nevermind his stupid hunch, he would be dead by tomorrow for sure.

_

Oz suggests Damien to braid his hair. Damien can't bring himself to say no to him, even if he doesn't understand why. Could be because of the noob's stupid and all sparkly white eyes when Oz suggests his idea to him.

"They're so long."

"Hadn't got much of a choice. The fuckers don't give me scissors or other sharp stuff. Otherwise I would have shortened it long ago."

"For real? … And yet you take such good care of it." Oz thought Damien's long hair looked lovely. But maybe he shouldn't say that out loud.

"Oh, shut up," Damien grumbled, before he muttered more quietly to himself: "… why do I even let you have your way with me?"

_

With Damien being the troublemaker that he is, and despite being a great brawler even the prince of hell sometimes gets into fights that are too much for him alone to handle. Also: Oz can be surprisingly protective when necessary.

"Stay away! Not one step closer! This is your last warning."

"… very well… If this is your final decision, I won't hold back any longer."

_

After Damien was patched up Oz was more than a little relieved to see him back in their cell.

"I-I… I'm so… so glad you're b-better again!" sobbed the giant noob in front of him so badly that Damien had a hard time understanding the exact words, while big tears rolled endlessly down his cellmate's cheeks.

What the fuck was going on? How was he supposed to deal with this? He wasn't used to someone bursting into fucking tears over him! At least not like this. Why… why did the noob even cared about him… ?

"Stop whining already! It wasn't even that big of a deal." Seriously. A big guy like that, and then such a crybaby.

But maybe he deserved some praise. Just this once.

"You know. For being such a coward, you didn't fight too bad." Damn was it hard to reach for Oz's head! But with a little stretching Damien somehow managed to pat his head.

"No need to look so surprised. If necessary, even I can express a little gratitude."

_

Let's say... after that they become more comefortable around each other.

Yeah, not much to say about this sketch. Just some hand holding while sleeping.<3

_

Also, there was that weird day when Oz accidentally got some changing clothes in the wrong size and instead of walking around with a top that was too small to fit, he decided to shrink himself a bit.

"Wait. What… no, wait… huh? What the heck is going on with you? Why are you suddenly so… so… small? Did they wash you too hot or…?" What kind of absurd game was being played here?

"Haha… haaaah… sorry... I probably should have mentioned it sooner. I guess you could say that I… that I can change my appearance? At least to some extent? Sort of. Oh my, this has gotten really weird… "

_

Oz loves Damien's fluffy hair. Very much.

"Argh! I said you can touch it, not that you can use it as your fucking pillow!"

"Just one more minute, please! It's soooo soft~ " He could do that all day if Damien would let him!

_

It kind of became a habit. Which gradually lessened Damien's loud protests.

Damien: *just thinking* //He is doing it again! I have to do something about this! Now! ... okay, maybe five more minutes. But then... then... urgh... When did the Noob become so bold? Or did I lost my spite? Nah, can't be.//

_

And there are these days when Damien just needs someone to listen to him and is very grateful for Oz being there.

"I hate this place." "I hate not having a way out." "I hate all these stupid assholes who think they can do whatever they want to me." "I'm Damien fucking LaVey! Not some little gangster." "I hate that I've been stuck in this fucking shithole for two years without knowing how my dads are doing…. " "I hate that I can't stop wondering if they even remember me… "

"I'm sure they do," Oz replied more confidently than he perhaps should be. But after everything he'd already heard from Damien about his parents, it just had to be the case. For several days now, his mind had been rattling. Various ideas, which promised a chance of escape. For his new friend. There was no way he would leave Damien alone in this prison. Never.

_

Sometimes Oz will ask Damien for a little favor.

"And it's truly no problem?"

"Nah. And at least like this, I get the chance to tower over you for a while."

What a relief. He just missed the contact with his friends. Hugging them or just sitting comfortably together with them. So he was glad that Damien understood and fulfilled his surely weird request without much questions. It simply felt good to be held in his arms. To feel some warmth. Oz was glad for having Damien by his side. And not simply as a substitute for his friends. Over time, he had really grown to like the arson-loving prince. A soft chuckle escaped his mind. "Yeah, right. Thanks Damien~"

"No more thanks. I get it. Sometimes you just need a little closeness."

Yeah, that was true.

_

Aaaand for the finish. Damien finally gets his revenge on Oz! Wait. What?

"Hah! Take that! This is my revenge for all your cheeky moves! Quiet now, aren't you? And don't even think that I'm done with you yet. I told you on your first day, remember? You are mine. And what's once mine, I never give back."

Was it bad that he didn't minded Damien's so-called revenge? That the idea of more made his heart beat faster and faster? He could get used to this feeling.

_

Hope you had as much fun with this as I had!;)

#prison au #monster prom au #monster prom damien #damien lavey #oz yellow #monster prom oz #monster prom #ozmien #oz x damien #damien x oz #traditional drawing #sketches #my art #do not reupload #they are just so stupidly cute #I love all the different faces I could draw for Damien in this au #also Oz showing his mouth a little more openly in this au #Will there be more to come? Well... I have no plans for a part 3.

[switch-puppygirl]

⚠ read before interacting ⚠

DNI LIST:

minors - block on sight if no age in bio

anyone with blank/ageless blog / a blog that seems fake / anyone that looks like a bot - you'll be blocked on sight, you've been warned

terfs, transphobes, anti-LGBTQIA+ folk

DNI if you don't respect trans rights.

anyone with the following kinks: r4pe, detrans, raceplay, misoginy, patriarchy, incest

this list may be edited at anytime.

Why did you follow me?

Your posts probably made me horny. Yeah that's pretty much it.

Should I send asks/comment/interact with you?

I mean feel free to (after reading the whole post), but I can't sext back. I do feel my tail wag and exhibitionist kink tingle when you praise me there, tho~

Oh, I may take a while to answer you. That's because I need to talk to my owner first. If he doesn't like you that's too bad. Please don't pressure me to answer quickly.

Asks are tagged #sunny asks.

Can I DM you?

DMs are too personal for me. Idk if I'll ever answer them. I'm sorry if I just ignore you. You could send an ask tho.

I'm not looking for new friends but some puppy buddies seem nice. Just remember, I already have an owner!

Again, I may take a while to answer you since I have to talk to my owner first.

If my owner doesn't like you I may never answer again 🤷‍♀️

Oh, I almost forgot: English is not my first language. So if I say something in a weird way, feel free to help me correct it, as I'm always learning.

now let me introduce myself 🦴

Hello! I'm sunflower. You can call me sunflower, sun or sunny if you'd like.

Have you noticed there's a dom/switch puppygirl shortage in the market? Well, fear not, for here I am.

This is my horny blog to post about my puppy thoughts without my friends thinking I'm a weird furry.

Feel free to read my hornyposting, but beware: I bite.

Me being switch also means I won't be all helpless and braindead as you may expect. I mean, I am pretty helpless and dumb, but not as much as my puppy friends. So keep that in mind!

some things about me

I'm a woman and use she/her pronouns.

🏳‍🌈 I'm a panromantic sapphic. I may post about men or women at anytime. I will use #sunny sapphic when posting about girls and and #sunny fiancé when posting about men (likely only referring to my fiancé).

💍 By the way, I'm engaged to the most perfect owner ever! That means I won't be able to flirt with anyone. Sucks to be you I guess. He also reads my blog. Hi, love!~

As for cute pet names, you can call me pup, puppy and good girl. Yeah not all that creative right, I'm still discovering things. If you act someway I dislike, I'll tell you and I expect you to respect me okay? We're both adults here!

💛 My favorite kinks (for now) are: pet play (duuuh!), praise, orgasm control/edging, overstimulation, breeding, impreg, bondage, shibari, free use, dry humping, femdom, thigh riding, scissoring, feral play

⚠ I may post about those kinks as well (in a light way! :3): knife play, impact play, exhibitionism, blood play, masochism / sadism, choking, intoxication, breathplay. All those will have cw. Consent is mandatory.

❌ Hard limits: r@p3 play, CBT, hypno, scat / piss, cuckold / cheating, basicaly anything else that makes unconscious, anything mortal aaaand, believe it or not, eating/drinking out of a bow or being out in public while leashed.

I'm still getting used to a bunch of things. I guess I'm primal hunter. I guess I like knotting. Who knows. I'm about to find out.

BEWARE: I LIKE TAKING BATHS

BEWARE: I ALSO GROWL AND BITE A LOT

IF I FLIRTED WITH YOU: NO I DIDNT SORRY IF IT CAME OUT THAT WAY ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR MAKING YOU UNCOMFORTABLE IF I DID

ALSO (I keep on remembering things to add...) I'm GNC (most days). That means I'll sometimes post about wearing ties, suits and boxers. Just a heads-up - my pronouns will always be she/her tho, and I don't like to be called darling, handsome etc

Tags

#sunny sapphic

#sunny fiancé

#sunny asks

#sunny dom

#sunny top

#sunny sub

#pinned #petpl4y #petpl@y #breeding pet #puppygirl #puppy girl #puppyposting #puppy sub #puppy dom #puppy gf #primalposting #weeelll here we go

[banditywrites]

Congrats on the 1k! Oooh, a sneak peak at this mysterious batfam WIP? PLS

THIS ONE FIRST! THANK YOU!

Oh man. I had this all typed and ready to post and tumblr just said they weren’t cool enough for me and closed it?? Anyway, I had part of this fic written so I just had to add to the beginning of the chapter/fic. I’m not sure where this piece falls actually because this fic is very much a WIP. Lifted from a 5 + 1 fic. Something like, 5 times Tim’s anxiety takes the wheel and one time he asked for help first. Taking place in that make believe time when Tim becomes part of the batfam early and Jason is alive and working on being a fantastic big brother. Please excuse mistakes, it is very much a work in progress.

Working Title: Breathe Deeply in the Silence

Words: ~1,300 (you ended up with extra, yay!)

Tim stared unblinking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

He had been going about his morning routine, getting ready to head down for a full Saturday breakfast, when his comb snagged in a stubborn tangle at the back of his head. He had been working through it, running his fingers through his hair when it occurred to him.

He had never let his hair get this long before.

He supposed he had been distracted over the summer. Becoming the newest resident at Wayne Manor and ungratefully spitting in his parents’ faces the last few months had caused some things to slip his mind.

Tim bit his lip as he tucked strands behind his ear.

He would have never let his parents see his hair so unruly. If they had ever returned from a trip to find his appearance in such disarray… he wouldn’t have heard the end of it. There would have been a lecture and… anger.

What message are you sending to the world? You are always a representative of this family and we expect you not to embarrass us. Look at me-

Tim blinked.

Apparently, they didn’t even need to be around for him to actually hear the lecture. Tim tucked his hair behind his ears again, smoothing down any errant strands.

Bruce wasn’t like that. Hadn’t said anything about his hair since he’d known him.

But that was before. Before Tim was living in the house. No longer a guest, but a foster placement well on his way to becoming adopted.

The rules had to be different now. Guests and residents of the home have different rules. Tim knew that had to be true at least.

A few weeks ago, Dick had been home for the weekend and Bruce had commented on his hair. He mentioned how long it was getting and Dick had laughed, but he didn’t say anything else about it. Dick was basically an adult though and not living in the house. So, Bruce couldn’t outright say anything against it, could he? He would have to pass his true thoughts and feelings along in a more passive way.

So the rule of the house was to keep his hair short. It had to be. Bruce’s hair was short. Jason’s wasn’t that long. He had been stupid not to worry about it sooner. Bruce had not become angry at him for anything yet and this could be what brought on scalding remarks and expressed disappointment.

Tim tore skin from his bottom lip between his teeth.

He couldn’t do this right now. He couldn’t handle the disappointment from Bruce, he had already disappointed too many people lately. He needed to fix it.

Heart strangely pounding, Tim exited his bathroom and flew to his desk, fumbling with the scissors kept in the drawer there, he clutched them close and ran back to the bathroom. Sometimes they checked on him. He needed to fix it before they came knocking at his door.

Tim’s hands shook as he forced his fingers to open and close the scissors a few times before bringing them up to his bangs.

Snip. Snip.

Dark hair fell to the floor.

--0-0-0-0—

“Tim!” Jason shouted as he barreled into the other boy’s room. Bruce and Alfred kept reminding him to knock, but he honestly kept forgetting and Tim never seemed to care either way. Jason had expected to see him at his desk or watching videos on his phone. He hadn’t expected to see the bundled up lump on the bed, not moving or even reacting to his presence. “Are you still asleep? Breakfast is going to be ready soon.”

There was no sign that Tim heard Jason. In fact, the lump seemed to curl up smaller. Undeterred, Jason threw himself down on the bed beside his newest brother. Dick wasn’t the only annoying older brother in the family.  

“Hey, come on, we’ll play Mario Kart before breakfast.”

Still, the lump did not move. Jason’s mind backtracked through his actions. Tim usually jumped at the chance to hang out. Though lately, he had been a bit off. More distant. Bruce had told him to give Tim space if he needed it, but the kid never refused to hang out. So.

“Are you sick?” He guessed. The lump did move this time, but it was curling away from him. And that’s when Jason heard it. A definite sniffle.

“What is it? What happened?” Jason mind went through the possibilities. It wasn’t a sick sniffle, it was a definite sad noise. Did he have a nightmare? Did something happen with his parents? They never tried to call him before…

He’d had enough. Jason pulled the blanket away, and Tim only fought him a little to keep it over his head.

Tim was too distracted and caught up in his own mind to keep Jason from revealing his mistake, revealing what he had done in the midst of some kind of irrational, desperate fit. Tim hadn’t been aware of it all while it was happening. He had blinked in the mirror a few times and then his hair was just gone in some places. A bit of red streaked across his knuckles is what had gotten him to finally come back to himself and by then he had destroyed his hair.  

“Oh,” Jason said. That was it. He went silent and Tim wouldn’t look, but he knew the older boy had to be utterly shocked. Because why the hell would Tim take scissors to his hair and cut it all away? Tim felt his eyes burning and he blinked, willing his expression to stay something close to neutral. Something that didn’t make him look deranged and emotional. After too long a moment of silence, he opened his mouth to demand that Jason say something. Anything. To his horror, a sob escaped his throat. And in an infantile display, he pulled the blanket up over his head once more.

“Oh,” Jason tried again. “Hey, it’s not- it’s not that bad. I can-well, no, not me- Bru- Alfred, can fix it.”

Another sob forced its way up his throat and he slammed his hand over his mouth, digging his fingers into his cheek, willing himself to be silent. He sounded like he was being strangled and it was only that troubling noise that caused Jason to pull the blanket back, revealing his hair once more, sheared off way too close in some places and too long in the back where Tim couldn’t reach properly. 

“Breathe, okay?” Jason had settled his arm across him, adding extra pressure. “Just breathe.”

Tim shuddered out more shaking breaths that ended in muffled sobs. Slowly, Jason reached up and tapped his fingers against the back of Tim’s hand, encouraging him to stop trying to smother himself. Tim’s palm lifted, but strayed to over his eyes instead, hiding his face away. Jason went still and breathed deeply, hoping Tim would match him. The sobs soon tapered off and Jason watched his brother’s breathing even out.

Jason wouldn’t ask why. Tim was smart, polite to a fault, quiet, reserved and sometimes every fiber of Tim’s being was screaming for something. Something to happen. Something to be done. For someone to help. But it didn’t seem like Tim was even aware of it.

It’s what had drawn Jason to Tim in the first place. He had seen him at school. With circles under his eyes and a mask of his own, hiding behind a polite smile and carefully chosen words. But Jason saw through it. He saw the kid that needed help. Even if he would never ask for it.

Jason had hoped that once he was officially living in the manor and Bruce was legally fostering him, that things might change.

But Tim still wore a mask. And underneath it all, Tim was drowning.  

#batfam fic #tw: blood mention #tw: dissociating

[honeyflies05]

ITS TIME FOR MY 6x13 THOUGHTS BUCKLE UP PEOPLE!!

WE SURVIVED

WE DID IT!!!

that looks fun wtf

i wanna join that cycling class

I am char char is me

what is gonna happen with the water bottle

yo he good?

apparently not

if my thighs poison me just let me die

WHY IS BUCK BACK TO WORK??? LET MY BOY REST!!!!

Jesus they’re all goin💀

“did he just do math?? in his head??” CHIM-

SCREAMING

ANGELA BASSET WOOOOOOOOO

DAMN SHE RAN CROSS COUNTRY?? makes sense

denny missed the bus💀💀

denny and chim connection?? didn’t know I needed it

CHRIS ASKING HIM MATH WUESTIONS DJCIDHSHW I CALLED IT

BUCKS HANDS WITH THE POWER OF ELECTRICITY ANFJCUSBA

ESP DIFUDHSHSHAHAHA

buck and chris relationship >>

that IS a classic origin story

“HE COULD GIVE ME THE ANSWERS TO MY MATH HOMEWORK” THATS LJTERALLY ON MY BINGO CARD AKFICHDHS

MADDY BACK TO WORK MADDY BACK TO WORK MADDY BACK TO WORK!!!!!

that looks like a pioneer woman dish🤨

poor maddy💀💀

okay we’re back

I DO THIS WITH MY PARENTS ALL THE TIME AKDICHSA

…that house is green

WHO WAS IN THEIR HOUSE????

“you and law enforcement” NSIDHDHSHA

BUCK HAVING A CROWD AROUND HIM AND GETTING MONEY FOR HIS MATH DJCIDUDBWNWJEUW

HIM COUNTING THE MONEY SKFUDJDISBWA I CANT

she’s gonna have an asthma attack aint she

i too want a haircut without my mom’s permission

he seems like a creep💀

i don’t want him to do my hair

NOW GIRL-

WHY WOULD YOU THROW A BLOWTORCH

ALLERGIC TO WATER???

JESUS THE SCISSORS

the dead nebulizer stare AKDJFJDJS

WHERES DENNY

DENNY

…husband???

OH DENNY’S DAD

I GOT A MED EXPRESS AD DURINF THE BREAK ANDIHFHS

denny’s gonna get his ass BEAT

no Karen’s right

no bc see now I’m torn

athena going full police is so,,,,

they’re gonna station someone outside hUH

BUDDIE BUDDIE BUDDIE BUDDIE

RED AND BLUE COLOR THEORY

I’ve seen this part before

why does Eddie walk in here like he does this every Saturday night??💀

THREE MINUTES AND SEVENTEEN SECONDS!!!!!!!

I’m gonna be honest how tf do you play poker

MEHTA IS TRYING SO HARD SKFUUDS

HES GONNA GET CALLED OUT

“maths not his thing” YEAH! ITS NOT!

EDDIE LOOKS CONCERNED

“imagine that” SHE IS SO,,

PLAYBOY BUCKLEY!!!!!

EDDIE IS ONLY ARM CANDY!!!!!!!!!!

BUCK IS GONNA WIPE THEM OUT OH MY GODDDD

WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK

HE JUST LOOKS TO EDDIE

STEAKS???? S T E A K S ? ?

she noticed.

oh so my guy was FR HURT??

no fr why didn’t his dad come to them?? HES THE ADULT.

okay can we agree the looks eddie was giving buck we’re NOT straight

OMG HENS MOM?????

i want denny’s mushroom shirt #imgay

hen’s mom being the mediator and voice of reason is so,,, ♥️💜♥️💜💗💜💕💜

denny had good intentions but also he’s like 12 so

what’s she got stuck up her asshole.

A VIBRATOR??

BUCK AND EDDIE QUESTIONING HIM??

HER BLADDER???

his math ain’t helping💀💀💀

EDDIE YELLING AT HIM FOR THINKING AB HIS PAST RELATIONSHIPS THAGS HOW IM TAKING KT

hen knows how much that must hurt

NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR THAT CALL

buck was DEF on the phone with that girl he fucked in the firetruck

hen and chim bestieism

MADDIE WHY WOULD YOU INVITE HER IN

oh she SNEAKY

ATHENA!!!!!!

oh she wants a LETTER

WHY SHE TAKIN ALL THEIR MAIL????

THENA!!!!💜💜

okay but WHY does she want the mail

coupons💀💀💀

woooohoooo back to prison!!

buck would DEF use jeeyun for money skdichdhsha

my mom says aisha and hen’s mom’s actress are biologically related

hen’s mom is speaking truths with letting denny see his dad BUT telling his moms he’s doing it too and letting them regulate it like ADULTS

“like I got hit by a car” oh so he GOT JOKES???

YOURE AN ADULT??? YOU SHOULDVE SAID SOMETHING.

them being ADULTS and creating ground rules!!!!!

Karen and hen being amazing mothers once again god they stay winning

CHRIS AND BUCK!!!

chris is his sous chef!!!

COOKIES

America not using the metric system has its downfalls once again

“you know what a porterhouse is???”

“Buck.. I’m from texas” THAT HAD THE SAME ENUNCIATION AS “buck you don’t even have a couch!”

I LOVE ANGELA BASSET

that’s the same room Buck was in😭😭😭

henren fans were FED tonight (me)

ARE WE GONNA SEE BUCK FIGHT HIS WAY THROUGH A CROWD BECAUSE IM READY

i can’t wait until I leave for college and my roommate has to deal with me and my 911 brain

#911 on fox #911 fox #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911onfox #honey thinks #this episode was so fanfic coded #I’m still trying to figure out the logistics with that woman and the vibrator… just #ow #like how #I’m #yeah

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Earth Day Craft Ideas for the Whole Family

Earth Day is a day the whole family can enjoy together. You can take advantage of this day to teach your children about caring for the earth. Also consider doing some pottery work together. I have come up with a few ideas that would be fun for all ages, and help bring the family together for one of the most important days of each year, for thinking about ways we can help Mother Earth. #1 Nature Walk/Art Project Go for a walk and have each family member collect five to ten items from nature. For example, they can pick up a leaf or a petal. Ask them to bring a bag so they can collect their belongings. Take them home and make a collage. You can use the collage to make place mats, wall art, or even a desk mat or mouse pad. What you also create gift cards using leaves as the design for the front of the card. I have a good friend who dries flowers from her yard and then applies them to the front of cardstock by gluing them. You will need: laminated sheets, card stock, scissors, clear glue or hot glue, and any other materials you have on hand. Be creative and have fun. Many of these items can be purchased at your local dollar store. If not, here are some options from Amazon - White Thick Paper Cardstock and Self Stick Laminating Sheets and Scotch 5" Soft Touch Blunt Tip Kids Scissors #2 Tie Dye Party Tie dyeing is fun! When natural food coloring is used, it becomes an eco-friendly activity. If you want to add some education to the project, talk to your kids about why you chose to use natural dye instead of chemical dye. Discuss how chemicals harm the planet. You can use carrots, beets, berries, turmeric and other natural products to make the dye. My family makes tie-dye for a living! You can check out all that they have to offer at https://jamminon.com/ #3 Stuffed Animals Make stuffed animals with materials you find everywhere in the house. For example, a black sock can be used to create the body of a penguin. Cut out the white t-shirt material and glue or sew it to make the belly. A few buttons for the eyes. A felt or foam triangle for the beak and legs. Kids and adults can also create fun monster animals. You can use old corduroy skirts or pants for the bodices. Buttons, ribbons and fiberfill take care of the rest. Each sample can be unique. Since you're using items you already have in your home, talk to your kids about why repurposing and repurposing items is good for the planet. #4 Bracelets or cuffs. Cuffs are in style right now, and old wool sweaters can make beautiful cuffs. Your children can have fun with this craft using buttons, flowers and old decorations. You can too! To make old wool sweaters work for this project, you'll want to 'feel' them. This means that you shrink them until the wool is thick. It won't come apart. Simply cut the yarn to size. Try it on your wrist. Secure it with Velcro, buttons, or even sew it closed. Add embellishments and you will have a beautiful fist. If you are a Taylor Swift fan? You can create friendship bracelets to wear in pride! #5 Can you garden? If you are a family of gardeners, start collecting cans. This is a recycling project and a garden project in one. Decide how you want to decorate the outside of the can. You can create your own labels using a computer, but you can also draw or paint them. Painting works well because you don't have to worry about water ruining the paper decorations. Yeah, If you are going to paint the cans, consider using a primer beforehand so that the paint adheres well to the can. You can also decorate it with stickers. Poke a few holes in the bottom of the clean can before decorating the outside. These holes are for drainage. Place some stones in the bottom of the can. Fill the can with potting soil and plant seeds or plants. Place in a sunny location. Your children will be able to see their plants grow. Note: If you each plant a different herb, you can create a herb garden on your windowsill. I would recommend herbs you know that you would use in your cooking overall. Basil, Cilantro, Oregano, Thyme, Parsley are the most common use daily. Once the herbs have grown, you can demonstrate how they are used to preparing dinner. This way, your children will also learn about the life cycle. Consider your children's age and attention span before choosing a craft. Earth Day is a day that can be both fun and educational. Help your children learn about caring for the earth in a fun way. Header Photo by Artem Podrez Read the full article

#earthday #eco-friendly #eco-living #life

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How to Repurpose Removed Tree Branches

Trees need to be maintained and taken care of to ensure they grow taller and stronger than people expect. They do not necessarily have a problem before taking action, but simple tree branch cutting can do some tricks. Whether they are healthy or not, overgrowing them can damage things in your home inside or outside. Do not let any problems happen because of them, but cutting the entire tree can give you more heartache. With this, tree loppers Sydney will help remove tree branches, and here is how you can repurpose them:

Mulch

If you are looking for something for your garden beds, the removed tree branches might be the answer to your needs. To create a mulch, all you need to do is chip or shred them and place them in your garden. The mulch is easy to do and can be a tool to retain the moisture of the soil. This organic and natural mulch is better to use if you have extra tree branches. Some people have inorganic ones in their gardens, but there is nothing wrong with that.

Decorative Branches

Decorative tree branches are also possible to help improve the looks of your home. If you want plants to be visible in your place and want to recycle the branches, this idea will work perfectly for you. Some people put them in jars and vases, painting them or hanging some small something to add colour and life to the branch. You will commonly see this done during events, most especially during Christmas.

Firewood

Firewood might be the first idea to come to your mind if you have removed tree branches in your possession. You can use it during camping or alone time, wherever you prefer. The branches will help you start a fire for everyone to enjoy. If you go camping, go to the beach, or have friends or family come over, prepare your tree branches to give you warmth during the event. Make the place cosy and relaxing by balancing the cold and heat. You need to remember that before using the branches, ensure that they are dry. Wet tree branches can be weak for firewood.

Craft Projects

People who create craft projects want the results to be as real and stimulating as possible. And if using a real tree branch is what can add life to the project, then so be it. However, before creating one, ensure that you have all the necessary tools you need. Since the branch can be challenging to shape, you will need cutters and scissors to cut. Think of craft projects you want to create to visualise how you will do the shapes and designs. Start with picture frames and candle holders.

Garden Edging

If you already have garden beds or pathways, having protection around them can help with their longevity and quality. And to do that, using the removed tree branches can help. Garden edging is known to many because it creates a natural touch in your garden. The overall landscape design will be more organic than you expected.

Garden Art

Are you thinking of creating archways and sculptures to add beauty to your garden? There are many ways to do that, like buying one or asking a professional to do the job. However, if you want to focus on what you can do, the removed tree branches can be your main material. Garden arts are possible using tree branches, and all you need to do is think of a design and material to bring the idea to life.

Kids' Crafts

Kids love to create things in their little ways. But, no matter their age, they will still need the help of an adult for their projects. The crafts your kids do can involve real materials, like tree branches. If they need one, you are ready. It will help unleash their creativity, whether it is for school or not. Painting and creating nature-inspired sculptures are just some of the many amazing things they can do.

Repurposing your removed tree branches can help with the overall look of your home. You do not need to worry about putting them somewhere because you already have a plan on how to use them or how you can make them look unique. Reduce waste by following these ideas.

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[pillowbo]

I get off from work and leave my big red shoes at the door. The birthday goers were little hellions today and I need to relax. I loosen my overalls and when I get to the door I am greeted by a surprise.

You are all wrapped up in a bow kneeling before me in my room. Well, looks like I get to have a little fun for grownups this evening! My painted lips split into a wide classic smile.

"Well hello there! My name is Bombo the clown," I introduce myself.

My big red nose wiggles a little when I give you a bow, the bells on my hat jingling.

"It must be my birthday," I laugh, as I come back up with a glint in my eyes.

You shake your head, screams muffled by the ribbons shoved in and around your mouth. A perplexed look passes over my face at your apparent terror.

Clowns are silly and fun, we bring joy to innocent hearts all over the world! Are you really afraid of me? I smack my forehead at what is so obvious; it's the ribbons that must be causing all your distress!

"Can't imagine it's too easy to breathe like that," I comment.

I withdraw a ridiculously oversized pair of scissors from my puffy pants pocket.

Your screams hit a crescendo, tears streaming down the red fabric as your terror reaches a fever pitch. I hold your head firmly with my gloved hand and slowly trace my blade through the ribbons confining your face.

They draw loose with one snip and you are flooding me with demands to be let go.

"Hmm, no, I don't think I will. I have a special surprise for you, my little present. I had a bad day on the job, and you're going to help me clown around as a reward to both of us. How does that sound?"

You immediately object until I threaten to gag you again, and you fall silent, tears still streaming down your eyes. They fall from your face to the floor.

"You party people sure do like to make a mess on my carpet," I tut.

I grin as this thought brings out a wicked urge in me.

"Say, do you like to make a mess as much as I do?" I ask, gleeful eyes widening.

You bite your lip, whimpers sporadic like popping corn that are surely a shy admission. You're the irresponsible type. You must love it a lot to end up here.

"Of course you do," I muse with a chuckle, "After all, you love making a mess of things by being a grown adult who is too lazy to put your age in your bio, or in your pinned post at the very least, when interacting with NSFW blogs online!"

And without warning I pull out a large bottle of green paint.

"Green is my favorite color," I say, eyes cold and grin sharpening into a cross between mischief and malice, as your face becomes virescent from the ooze sploshing like you're 90s Marc Summers getting Nickelodeon slimed.

I bend to where you're knelt and grip the back of your head hard, forcing you over as I uncap a blue bottle of paint. You deserve to be on the floor, unworthy of even touching my sheets.

Who knows if you even shower. You can't be bothered to do the simplest tasks for your sake or others. Your face presses into my carpet, tiny fibrous stalks leaving slow indents on your cheek, as the blue paint flows down your left side like a river, staining your tightly bound form.

You're covered in green and blue, a pathetic plaything beneath my foot that grounds you through its polka-dot sock further into the carpet.

Yellow, pink, and orange stripe across your body. I laugh high in my throat as they coat you layer by layer. I get off of you and kneel to rub and smear the paint flowing generously down your hairline into your face, straddling you but not quite touching at the apex of my legs; you don't deserve this clussy and you never will.

You're just a pathetic, thoughtless little worm at my disposal. You are my doll to color and make a mess of however I choose. Unworthy of a clown.

In the end, I only spare you further humiliation because I'm too disgusted to even look at a creature like you. I leave you outside, dressed in a clown suit rather than painted and completely naked.

Although you are hardly worth my spare overalls, you are truly so much more than just a clown. You, person who doesn't put their age in their bio or pinned post when interacting with NSFW blogs online...you are the whole circus.

...

Put your age in your bio or your pinned post if you insist on interacting with NSFW blogs or Bombo the clown will come for you.

#sploshing #clown #i was deeply inspired #ftm dom #ftm clown #transmasc nsft #coulrophillia #ftm nsft #ftm clussy #ftm sadist #ftm top #minors dni #ageless dni

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christmas wrapping - DREW STARKEY

authors note happy holidays beautiful people!! i cannot believe christmas is in two days. this was something that popped up into my mind the other day when i was wrapping gifts.

summary tatum wraps christmas gifts all by herself

warnings none!

“Mommy can I help you wrap daddy’s Christmas presents?” Tatum asked, running into your bedroom with her baby doll in her arms.

You look up from finishing up taping one of Drew’s presents you bought for him, “of course you can baby,” scooting the wrapping paper around for space.

Tatum giggles with excitement, taking a seat next to you on the carpet.

In the Starkey household, Christmas is one of the favorite holidays of the year. Whenever the holiday comes around you always go out when it comes to decorating and baking as much as possible. 

Christmas music being played, movies, looking at lights, decorating the tree,, and most of all, spending as much quality time with family. This will be Tatums fourth Christmas, she absolutely loves it. 

Drew and you taught Tatum Christmas isn't just about the presents and baking cookies for Santa. It’s about spending time with family and giving.

Drew went to the grocery store to buy a couple things for dinner tonight. He insisted that the two of you stay home while he goes out because he’s making something special tonight. 

It gave Tatum and you the perfect opportunity to wrap some of his presents and Tatum's presents wrapped and under the tree. 

“Do you remember how I taught you to wrap presents?” You ask, looking at Tatum then pointing to the wrapping paper rolled out with the box of cologne sitting on top.

She looks at you with confidence, as if she knows what she's doing. You showed her how to wrap presents earlier this month, and she struggled at first but eventually got the hang of it as she practiced.

"Yes mommy!"

She winks as she leans down to cover the cologne with the second side of the wrapping paper, making you laugh out loud.

"You remind me so much of your dad," you say, kissing the top of her head.

You reminded Tatum of the steps before she began wrapping Drew's present. You even assured her that when the scissors are needed, you will be the one to cut the paper.

Tatum spent eight minutes wrapping Drew's present. She kept changing the way she wanted to wrap or the wrapping paper she wanted to use.

You give her credit for accomplishing everything on her own. She barely asked for your assistance. She did an excellent job for a four-year-old. 

Although, it doesn’t look like an adult or older person did it, you gotta give your child credit for doing their best. 

She had the biggest smile on her face after she finished. She threw her arms in the air, pumping them up and down, smiling, and saying I did it mommy.

"You did it all on your own, baby, and you did such a great job without asking mommy for help," you tell her, hugging her close and caressing her cheek.

“I wanna show daddy when he gets home!” Tatum said.

“We can most definitely show him” you reply with a soft smile.

The two of you continued to wrap gifts other than Drew’s. You get everyone in your family one gift every year. You started doing this after you moved out on your own and have been doing it since.

The sound of the garage opening meant Drew was home from the grocery store, and you were in the middle of wrapping the last gift.

Tatum rushed out of the room and down the hall towards the garage door, screamed as she saw her father step out of the car. You cleaned up the rest of the scraps on the carpet and threw them away while she was doing that. 

"Hello baby!" Drew smiled, holding Tatum in one hand and groceries in the other.

"Hello, handsome," he said, kissing his lips, "do you need any help?"  You inquired, pointing to the bags.

"Uh, no problem, thank you," he responds, "Daddy want to see your Christmas present I wrapped for you?" Tatum swiftly inquires before beginning to prepare.

Drew looks at you and then at Tatum before saying yes.

He helps her to her feet and holds her hand as she walks him to the living room's Christmas tree. 

She kneels next to her first wrapped gift, turning around to show him what she's done. Drew drops down on his knees to eye level with Tatum, astounded by how she wrapped his gift.

"I'm so proud of you, princess, it looks fantastic." "Did you do everything by yourself?" He repeats it with enthusiasm, his eyes wide and his lips slightly open. 

Tatum swiftly agrees, "all by myself daddy, but mommy helped with the scissors because I'm not allowed to use them on my own yet," she explains solemnly, making you and Drew giggle.

"That's very true, you don't want to get hurt."

Tatum puts her arms around Drew's neck, covering her face between his neck, and smiles at you as you rest against the wall, watching them interact.

"We need to wrap presents together, daddy," Tatum exclaims as he pulls away from his father's neck.

"I have gifts for mommy that we can wrap after dinner," he says gently so you don't overhear their talk.

"Yes!" She squeals with delight.

Drew and Tatum went into your bedroom after dinner to wrap the gifts they bought you the other day while you were on the phone with your mom on the couch in the living room.

The sounds of laughter coming from the hallway made you laugh as well. Drew and you know Tatum will want to wrap more gifts every Christmas from now on.

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