#mabel is me as a dog <3

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danbi dog walking w/ tae sort of meet cute-type date vibes

🪩 WORDCOUNT | 700 (exactly!) 🪩 NOTE FROM HOLLY | so i kinda think they're impossible to have a meet-cute, just because danbi was sooooo anti-tae at the start. like she always knew he was interested and used to try soooo hard to pretend that she wasnt!!! plus if anyone is a man hater (complimentary <3) it's danbi!! I can't remember when, but i know it's mentioned earlier on in the story that tae had been at memorial park with dan so.... here u go!

🪩 BD DRABBLES MASTERPOST 🪩

“Again?” Danbi sighs as she notices the man walking towards her up through the path of the Memorial Park.

She’d put her hands on her hips if either of them were free - but she’s currently got three dogs to each hand. The leads wrap around so tightly it’s a miracle her fingers haven’t fallen off yet.

Still, her facial expression conveys everything her body can’t - and yet Kim Taehyung has the audacity to stand there fucking smiling. 

“Fancy seeing you here!” He beams, turning on his heel to stop himself from walking on by. Doesn't miss a beat. Heads in the same direction as Danbi, now.

“Y’know, some people would consider this stalking,” she tells him with nothing but disdain. 

“See, I would agree,” Taehyung answers with contemplative arrogance. “But it’s funny - DB seems to reckon you’ve changed your route, recently?”

“Oh has she, now?” Danbi says, resisting the urge to curse you out. Loves you to death, but knows exactly what you’re doing. Begins to think that your joke about dressing up as cupid for Halloween isn’t really a joke.

“Mhmm,” Taehyung nods, hands in pockets. A little shy, but trying desperately hard not to be. “You used to do your walks down by the river, apparently.”

Danbi’s jaw is tense. Unwavering. “Sometimes a change of scenery is good. Gives the pups more mental stimulation. Different smells.”

“There are so many parks in the city,” he muses.

“Well I’ll pick a different one, once I’ve decided they’ve had enough of this one.”

“Maybe you should try the city forest,” Taehyung suggests. “The one by the last stop on line two. I go there pretty often, too.”

The narrowing of Danbi’s eyes only serves to make Taehyung smile. He’s learning pretty quickly which buttons of Danbi’s to press - and given how easy it is to wind her up, he doesn’t have to try particularly hard. 

It’s what he likes about her, though. She’s fiery. Ignites a little something inside him.

“My route choices have nothing to do with you.”

“No?” He challenges. “So why’d it change after you found out my studio overlooks Memorial Park?”

“Coincidence.”

“Y’know,” Taehyung smirks. “Some people would consider it stalking.”

If there’s one thing Danbi hates, it’s when men make her smile - and Taehyung is getting dangerously close to that. She has to nip this in the bud, or otherwise her mild-infatuation with him will inevitably grow, and she cannot let that happen.

She’s dated musicians. Dated pretty boys. Ones with egos. Knows that artists are even worse.

And the ones who look like Kim Taehyung? Nothing but trouble. She knows that as soon as her guard is down, some girl from his art school will end up back in his DM’s and then she’ll have to fight for his attention, which she refuses to do. Dreads to think of the notches in his bedpost. Doesn’t wanna have to look at the art he’s made from other muses.

Again, she’s dated men who are menaces before. Had songs written for other girls cosplayed as serenades for her (fuck you, Sanghyuk). Refuses to let it happen again.

Better to just fight with him. Easier that way.

She’s incapable of doing anything by half measures though, so hatred seems like the best course of action.

“With all due respect, Taehyung, I’m working,” she shrugs, picking up her pace.

“Let me help.”

“No.”

“I'm good with animals.”

“You’re not insured.”

“I know how to walk a dog”

“No.”

“Let me-”

“Fine! Take Mabel,” Danbi finally relents, adjusting the leashes to hold one out from him. On the end is a Pomeranian, not too dissimilar from Taehyung’s own dog - the same dog Taehyung keeps trying to convince Danbi to walk, just so he has an excuse to see her. “She bites.”

“It’s fine,” Taehyung says, taking the leash in his palm and wrapping it over slightly for a little extra security. Starts walking. Is cheeky, as he says, “I’m used to bitches who bite.”

“You did not just call me a bitch,” Danbi gasps, genuinely affronted. It’s the first time throughout this entire interaction that Taehyung thinks he’s getting genuine emotion from her. Knows the rest of it is bull.

“Well, are you planning on biting me?” He flirts. Wouldn’t be opposed. In fact, he’d quite like it.

“Shut up,” she whines with a deadly roll of her eyes. “Just walk the damn dog."

#ooooooo i do love these two #she's a fire sign #he's so earthy!! so calm!! #they're gonna burn the world down!!!! #mabel is me as a dog <3 #also fun fact #danbi is the only one of the female ocs that has a faceclaim in my head as i write #like i know what they all look like #but she's the only one where im like ah yes she looks like xyz #if you're curious the person is chun hyojeong - she performs with a group called leenalchi #aka the most gorgeous woman i have ever seen in my life #saw leenalchi at a festival and both me and my friend were (1) obsessed with the group and (2) in love with her #byholly #jungkook fanfic #dappleddaisies #jungkook fanfiction #bd!drabbles #jk ff #taehyung x oc #taehyung drabbles #bad decisions #bd!tae #taehyung fluff

[fingertipsmp3]

People need to train their dogs and I’m not asking nicely anymore

#it’s kind of a sad situation actually and i don’t blame the owners so much in this situation #but there’s this lab in my neighbourhood. he’s always been kind of a bit much but in a friendly way #and when the woman who owns him used to walk him she had him super under control. he would walk close to her even if he was off leash #and he was kind of barky but i never knew him to be aggressive #well now the woman is in a home receiving care for alzheimers which is horrible; not least because she’s only about 50 #so her husband is now the only person who walks this dog. also he is a cop so he works long hours and doesn’t exactly have a ton of time #to devote to giving this dog the level of exercise he needs. i really only see them walking at lunchtime and in the evening and it is short #walks; which is nowhere near enough for a young (i think he’s 4-5) labrador #hell; mabel (a 15.5 year old patterdale terrier) walks a little more often than he does and probably about as far #so it’s obviously unacceptable. like. we had a flatcoated retriever some years back and he probably got 3 hours of exercise a day #this lab probably gets half an hour if he’s lucky #so it’s a big problem. he’s pulling his owner’s arm off; he’s jumping up at people; he’s barking… he’s full on #and i still don’t think he’s aggressive but he’s certainly underexercised and badly socialised (was puppy/young dog during lockdown) #i always keep mabel away from him because she has a tendency to psych out dogs by staring into their souls & he is kind of unpredictable #my stepdad doesn’t know this though. and my stepdad was walking mabel today because i am still plagued by a hamstring injury #long story short the lab mouthed mabel. i don’t think he bit her but he certainly lunged and got his mouth on her neck #i managed to examine her after bribing her with an ice cube and her skin wasn’t red anywhere and there was no blood #but her shoulder was damp with saliva and she keeps wincing away and trying to snap at your hand if you touch her neck or shoulder #on that side; which to me indicates tenderness and probably a bruise forming (probably more from being butted with his huge snout #rather than the actual mouthing itself) #either that or me touching her reminds her of the incident and she now has a trauma and is upset #which is heartbreaking tbh because my girl loooooves dogs. that’s why she stares at them and pulls you towards them #she just doesn’t seem to understand that not all doggies or people are nice. i tried to explain to my stepdad like.. i don’t believe #this dog is dangerous but you need to give him space because he does not like mabel and he probably nipped her because she freaked him out #my stepdad doesn’t understand dogs. i’m not sure if he’s from planet earth honestly #anyway the moral of the story is TRAIN YOUR FUCKING DOGS #i feel sorry for the owner of the lab for a variety of reasons but the fact of the matter is that he would’ve been 100% responsible #if his idiot dog had injured mabel. and also i would’ve come to his house and beaten him with a baseball bat if that was the case #like i’m not afraid to get sent down for assaulting an officer. i think that is a great crime to commit #like. hire a dog walker. go to obedience training. do SOMETHING

[scrimblock-theory]

I just realized I hate myself

#cw self loathing #i- fuck man I knew but it just set in #After years of hiding my emotions and interests and trying to love everyone I realize that it’s okay to be annoying #I shouldn’t have been bullied. I was 11. I got fucked up by so many people and it all came crashing down tonight #I just want love but I don’t even know how #After being ignored. Being ‘funny’ and being patronized. Being fucking degraded by my sister- who was supposed to care for me #Being stuck in that goddamn cabin and being told “you’re the reason they have so much gray hair”and everyone agreeing #Having to call my dad. He’s the only one who understood my situation. Yelling into the trees. Watching gravity falls. Watching Mabel and #Dipper. Wondering why that never happened with me. I was 12. #Loving my sisters. Asking for the same back. Comforting them. Being 11. Them yelling at me to solve their argument. Create a slideshow #On why they should stop fighting. Crying over the screams. Being alone. Being 11. Showing it to them. “Don’t use :3. It’s for furries.” #Posting this shit on tumblr because nobody ever interacts with me on here. #Never get apologies. Ask for one lifeline. The person I helped throughout their last time living here. Praying PRAYING that they talk medow #Down* #“It’s not as bad as you’re making it seem. Stop crying and grow up.” Being 11. Opening a jar of sleeping pills. Petting my dogs. #Texting my online roleplay group my final words. Telling them I loved them. Watching the sun. ‘Mom doesn’t love me’ as I eat the gummies #Hoping she will. Hoping I get an obituary for not being annoying. Hoping I’m a martyr. Waiting. Watching my favorite videos. Being 11. #Hanging up on my sister. Trying to be inconspicuous. Creeping up the stairs. Breaking the child safety lock. Being 11. Being 12 being 13 #Mom creeping into my room. Saying sorry but I can’t skip school tomorrow. It’s been hours since I took the gummies #I ask her to read a story book. She agrees. I’m 10 again. On the beach with my class. I have a crush on one of my best friends. Mom still #Loves me. I’m not lazy or a slacker(I’m still not. Self love. It’s okay to slack off) My friend grabs giant kelp and uses it as a weapon #The book ends. I’m not dead. I want to go back there. In a quiet voice “mom? I ate the melatonin gummies.” She knows it’s on purpose. #Hospital food. Being 11. Psychology students in my hospital room. I’m a fucking exam. 2 of them. Living normal lives. Writing a plan for me #Mom talking for me. Her being wrong. #I need to love myself.

[callmearcturus]

thoughts on OMITB

yeah my family mainlined the entirety of Only Murders in the Building (3 ten-episode seasons) and I have thoughts and its my blog

This show had SO MUCH AGAINST IT from the onset. I'm too old to have seen Selena Gomez's run as a teenage actor. Worse, I have never in my life found Martin Short or Steve Martin funny. I truly mean that, I have never understood the appeal and eventually just assumed they were part of the early SNL school of comedy, i.e. only every fifth joke lands.

AND THEN ON TOP OF THAT this is gonna sound ridiculous but I didn't know the premise of the show was literally and actually "three people bond over their love of True Crime Podcasts and then decide to start their own podcast about a murder in their apartment building"

I had no idea that was the pitch

I fucking hate True Crime as a genre. I am one of those people who think its a deeply dehumanizing and unethical from top to bottom. so an ENTIRE SHOW about three huge enthusiasts who then make their own?

The deck could not have been more stacked against this fucking show.

AND I DO HAVE SOME COMPLAINTS ABOUT THE SHOW. Let me get those out of the way:

god the cameos make me roll my eyes out of my head. i do not get a thrill out of people playing themselves. I find it super false and annoying. (exception: okay Sting was funny bc he hates dogs and was a legitimate suspect for the murder for like five minutes, lmao)

some of the jokes in the show have a "please clap" vibe to them, and no i will not clap. be funny or gimme more fun character drama.

is that it???

oh yeah a big one: Oliver not being bisexual is so fucking baffling and I just do not buy it.

OKAY BACK TO WHY I LOVE THIS FUCKING SHOW

this show cares so much about its characters and you can say that about a lot of shows but OMITB has two specific skills it deserves kudos for:

ONE: even tho Mabel, Oliver, and Charles are the focus of the show, all the secondary and tertiary characters are important and consistent and are brought back over and over. Like Howard, who in S1 is the Gay Cat Guy and in S2 gets multiple moments of focus for him asking a neighbor out and in S3 is in almost every episode and is Oliver's assistant. The fact the show cares enough to give non-focal characters whole arcs to go through really sells the idea of the Arconia as community of people.

TWO: THE FUCKING ABILITY OF THIS SHOW TO MAKE YOU LOVE DEEPLY FLAWED, OFTEN ASSHOLISH PEOPLE.

the fucking FLEX that is "The Last Day of Bunny Folger" holy shit. for an entire season, Bunny was this constant nuisance no one liked, then she died, and over the course of one episode that doesn't try to REDEEM her, it just shows MORE of her, I was so fucking invested. And they did the same shit with Ben Gilderoy, it's amazing.

OMITB cares so much about having COMPASSION for everyone and treating all of them like people. There is no one who is purely contemptible

another thing I love is the trio and the various dynamics

all three of them together are adorable and the way they grow to deeply love each other is great. but also the way oliver and charles drive each other nuts and needle each other <3 and how mabel and charles really CARE about trusting each other and how fast they get invested <3 but MABEL AND OLIVER i love them they are hilarious and wonderful and just heighten each other's bullshit

oh my god and the way the show lets each of them have complex backstories and working thru shit. Charles' struggle with his neuroses and years of rejection, Oliver's connection with his son and how he almost throws a case bc he's in love with Meryl Streep (fair), and Mabel being mean and distant and aloof and it all having a REASON

okay fuck this is so long, some quick hits

Theo Dimas is genuinely the best character in the show, the moment he turns to the camera and signs "People in this city talk way too much" was like the moment i was IN on the show for good. thank GOD they keep bringing him back, he's the fucking best.

NATHAN FUCKING LANE AS TEDDY DIMAS, WHAT A FUCKING PERFORMANCE, HOLY SHIT.

wow so many fucking queer people. Mabel, Howard, Jan, Jonathan, Cliff, Jerry, Sazz, Detective Williams and her wife, Alice, and i think Zoe and Uma might be but I'm not sure.

ranking of Mabel's love interests: Oscar (who is great) > Alice (who sucks) > Tobert (boringggg)

the fucking wardrooooobes

the SETS!!!!!!!!!!

selena gomez' rack in the penultimate episode of season 3 holy shit WOW those tits

CHARLES' CAREER-LONG STUNT DOUBLE IS SAZZ, A HOT LESBIAN PLAYED BY JANE LYNCH WHO DOUBLED FOR HIM EVEN IN SEX SCENES AND IS SO MAGNETIC SHE KEEPS ACCIDENTALLY STEALING HIS GIRLFRIENDS

okay i'm done, omitb is good

#omitb #long post #anyway 8 out of 10 big fan

[grapenehifics]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers.

(No pressure, and sorry if you've already received this!)

Thank you friend! These were fun to come up with :)

Mabel the one-eyed senior rescue pug

I did not think I was a small dog person until I met Mabel, but she is in fact a delight. She thinks she can howl! She cannot, she just throws her head back and gurgles, but she really thinks she's doing it correctly!

2. Star Wars

3. I'm going to Disneyland next week! (For Star Wars Night, see #2 above, lol)

4. Once a week my sister and I have boba night. Mmm, boba.

5. Lunchtime walks. While the weather's nice I've been trying to eat for half my lunch break and walk the other half. Disappointed to have to admit that all the advice is infuriatingly correct and walking outdoors for 30 minutes a day is actually good for me and brings joy and vitamin D to my life, or whatever.

[fireopal-tash]

Me! Ready for Winter! ❄️🧣

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Hi, everyone!

Can't say my name in real life, but I sure can call myself a fake name. You all know me by Fire Opal tash, or just Fire or Opal!

I know, I know, not exactly the best "meet the artist" 🎨 but it'll have to do haha

*** Any questions for me about me and what I do (but no requests), please, write it here! It would be so much easier for me ^w^

Anyway, I guess it's time to say what I like/don't like, etc, right? 🤔

Well...

What I like ✅

🧡 COLOR: Orange, Red, Yellow and Black!

🐯 ANIMALS: Tigers, Snakes and Dragons! xP

🎬 SHOWS/MOVIES: Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, Leverage, Bones, Criminal Minds, Doctor Who, House, A Nightmare On Elm Street, Pokémon, Detective Conan, etc!

🎵 MUSIC: Anything that isn't heavy metal, to be honest ^w^' I just feel like it's more noise than music (sorry for those who do like it)

🍦 FOOD: Pizza, Chocolate, Ice-cream xP

💐 FLOWERS: Poppies (red ones), Sunflower, Roses, forget me not, etc

🍁 SEASON: Autumn and Winter UwU

♐ ZODIAC SIGN: I'm Sagittarius! (for those interested!)

What I don't like ❌

🐜 Ants 😫

💥 Bullies/Violence 😤

🥦 Vegetables and Fish (sorry not sorry)

💄 Wearing makeup

🏙️ I don't like going out that much... The outside world and the people drain me 😭

💭 I hate don't being able to remember...

🧟‍♂️ Zombie movies/TV shows. I find them repetitive and boring 😅

Now... What else?

▫️I'm from Spain! 🇪🇸

▫️I won't say my age cause I don't trust anyone ;3

▫️I'm blonde, as the drawing indicates xP

▫️I usually prefer to wear comfy outfits, mostly in blacks. Although... I do prefer jeans over any type of pants. And always with black shoes!

▫️I have two dogs. One is a Shiba Inu, called Uzzi; and the other is White Westie, called Uri

▫️I'm both a writer and an artist, but mostly an artist!

▫️Favourite Ship? Stevinel all the way! But that doesn't mean I don't like others, of course!

-> I like Ruby x Sapphire, Amethyst x Pearl, Peridot x Lapis, Connie x Steven, Greg x Rose. You know, the usual xD

-> But I also like Jasper x Peridot, Jasper x Pearl, Jasper x Lapis, Garnet x Pearl x Amethyst, Pearl x Bismuth, Pearl x Peridot, Pearl x Lapis, Pearl x Rose, Spinel x Volleyball/Pink Pearl... Etcetera.

And that's only from Steven Universe!

From Gravity Falls I like:

-> Bill x Dipper (I was a kid, what can I say xD)

-> Dipper x Pacifica

-> Mabel x Pacifica (really like this one)

From Doctor Who:

-> Rose x Doctor (any of them) FOREVER!

-> Jack x flirting xD

From Harry Potter:

-> Harry Potter x Tom/Voldemort (again, I was a kid xD)

-> Ron x Hermione

-> Ginny x Harry (not much tho, sorry)

-> Remus x Sirius

-> Remus x Tonks (not much)

From anything Mario:

-> Luigi x Bowser

-> Daisy x Luigi

-> Mario x Peach

I think I know what I like in a ship... Human x not human (joke no joke!) 😮

And many, many others. I'm quite okay with most ships, although there's for sure some that I wouldn't be able to like at all.

Anyway, that's all for now! Ciao ciao! 👋🏻👋🏻

#fireopal-tash #me #original character #original art #oc #oc artist #art #arte #artwork #illust #illustration #digital drawing #dibujo digital #digital doodle #cartoon style #blonde character #red scarf #meet the artist

[twostepstyless]

Christmas Day

Fic Advent Calendar Day 25 - The Last One!

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Authors Note: The very last fic of my advent calendar, it's Christmas Day (sorry I robbed you of the implied smut at the beginning but my smut is 18+ only and I wanted everyone to be able to read this) and after opening presents, a winter walk and a great Christmas Dinner, Harry and Y/N sneak away to open the gifts they got for each other in private.

As always, likes, reblogs, feedback of any and all varieties is forever appreciated. I can't believe I've managed to write 25 fics in just over 25 days!! thank you thank you thank you - G <3 x

Word Count: 3.6k

SFW

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“I would put money on our mums being already up,” Harry said as the cosied under the covers of their bed. 

“Mm probably, giggling away,” Y/N said against the home she made in the crook of his neck. As if on cue they heard the pop of a cork downstairs and the faint sound of the women laughing travelling through the floors of their home. 

“That’ll be the Buck’s Fizz opened,” Harry rolled his eyes playfully at their mothers’ antics. 

“Oh, leave them alone, it’s Christmas,” their fingers tangled together as they held onto each other, fidgeting with each other’s hands. 

“That it is, merry Christmas, my heart,” Harry’s nose nudged against her forehead, urging her to turn her head to meet the warmth of his gaze. His eyes reflected the colour of the Christmas tree that was sat in their living room. 

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered, smiling against one another’s lips as they began their morning with a kiss. Sweet pecks, innocent and quiet in the calm of their room. The dog had vacated their room at some point during the night, which as Y/N’s arm came up to hold his head close to hers as she deepened their kiss, Harry was thankful for. As Y/N shuffled in his hold, rotating so she was lying over him as Harry’s hands fell to her lower back, moulding her body to his as she clung to his frame, so close they could feel each other’s heartbeats reverberate in their own chests. 

“Wait, wait,” Harry turned his head with a gasp, breaking their kiss as Y/N pouted. Harry slipped from under her and approached their bedroom door and shutting it tight where they had left it cracked for Vince to get in and out. He turned on his heel and stalked towards a flustered Y/N who was in the centre of the bed, “y’think you can be nice and quiet for me, baby?” he smirked as he kneeled onto the end of the bed, as Y/N nodded quickly. “Words first, pretty.” 

“I’ll be so quiet, promise,” she whispered for affect.

“Good, c’mon, let’s make each other feel good, can be our little present to each other, yeah?” Harry hovered over her and stole her lips in a searing kiss as their hips gravitated to one another’s as the got lost in their sheets. 

*** 

Everyone made their way downstairs in their matching pyjamas or rather Harry and Y/N redressed in their matching pyjamas. Their mothers were a couple glasses deep in the Buck’s Fizz and had poured everyone else a glass as they all met up in the kitchen before, they kicked off their Christmas morning. 

“We just wanted to say,” Anne said raising her glass in the kitchen, gesturing to herself and Jackie, Y/N’s mum, “a massive thank you to Y/N and Harry for hosting us this year, it’s been wonderful so far and I’m sure next year, you’ll be fighting off family members wanting to spend it here with us,” Anne smiled warmly.

“To Y/N and Harry!” Jackie cheered as everyone clinked glasses and sipped on their drinks. Y/N had her back pressed to Harry’s chest as they both smiled bashfully before clinking their glasses. Harry pressed a kiss to Y/N’s temple and swayed them as everyone finished up their drinks. Y/N’s brother Nathan, then reappeared with baby Mabel clinging to him, they let her sleep as long as possible as she had a long day of present opening and toy playing in front of her. 

“Good morning, Mabel, are y’ready to see if Santa came?” Y/N cooed at her, her index finger rubbing at her sleep warmed cheek as she tucked her head away in her Dad’s grip. Everyone shuffled into the living room to see piles of gifts deposited around the room, the crinkly, foiled paper catching the warm white lights of the Christmas tree and refracting little pieces of light around the room. 

“Look, Mabes, Santa ate all his cookies,” Rosie, Mabel’s mum, showed her the empty plate that was set up next to the Christmas tree, “and looks like he brought you lots and lots of presents for being such a good girl,” Rosie’s eyes widened at the pile of gifts that Harry and Y/N had added to. To say they had spoiled their family, and especially the baby, was a bit of an understatement. 

“Fuckin’ hell!” Steven, Y/N’s father, exclaimed, looking round the room at the presents. 

“Steven, language!” Jackie warned, pointing to Mabel as if she had heard him. 

“The kid barely knows her own name never mind knowing what me swearing means,” Steven rolled his eyes at his wife’s chastising over his granddaughter being near, “y’know we’re getting on a plane, yeah? Y’mum overpacked as it was never mind having to ram all of this stuff in as well,” Steven said to Harry and Y/N, who took residence cuddled up in an armchair in the corner that was meant for one person but they squeezed into together. 

“Don’t even worry ‘bout it, we’re going to ship everything to you guys once you all go home,” Y/N brushed it off, “that’s your pile next to where Mum’s sat,” she pointed it out to him before he leant down to give his daughter a kiss on the cheek before shuffling back to no doubt get a quiet warning from his wife about his choice language when the baby was around. 

“We’ll do our presents for each other later, yeah? Just by ourselves?” Harry asked in Y/N’s ear as he held her in his lap. 

“Yeah, jus’ me and you,” Y/N confirmed as they watched everyone begin tearing into presents. Anne had gifted the couple new, matching robes, which they then had their photo taken together wearing them. Y/N got her traditional copy of the Guinness Book of World Records from her parents which she had been getting every year since she was six and somehow garnered an obsession with world records. Emma, Harry’s cousin and her boyfriend Reece had been gifted a weekend away from Harry and Y/N to relax before their new baby arrived in a few short months. Mabel had gotten a hoard of new toys and clothes but seemed more taken with the shiny pieces of wrapping paper she clutched in her tiny fists and waved in the air. Vince was in his element, the dog wandered round the living room, getting extra scratches and belly rubs from everyone. He had his own pile of presents from his parents stacked up next to his bed, that Harry, once he got down on the floor, helped him open. Vince liked to get the edge of the paper between his teeth as Harry pulled in order to tear it open. A new collar, a fresh tube of tennis balls, a new waterproof coat, because God only knows the dog has issues going for his last toilet break before bed if it’s raining outside, which meant Harry or Y/N usually had to stand with an umbrella over him as he did his business, and of course, he got enough treats to feed the entire golden retriever population in the U.K. Richard, Anne’s partner, had went off to make teas and coffees, now wearing his new jumper from Anne over his Christmas pyjamas as Harry began clearing up all the wrapping paper, acting like the stereotypical Mum on Christmas morning as he flapped his plastic bin bag open, which Mabel thought was very funny as she squealed and giggled at Harry. 

“Are y’laughing at me, Mabel?” he widened his eyes and opened his mouth, playfully as he rustled the bag again to make her laugh as she screamed loud enough to rupture an eardrum if you were too close as Harry laughed at the silly girl, booping her quickly on the nose as her eyes scrunched up at the sensation. 

“Harry, mate, I can get that,” Nathan tried to take the rubbish bag from him but Harry quickly brushed him off.

“Looks like y’daughter just left you a present of her own in her nappy, I’ll stick with this clean up and you can handle that one,” Harry laughed as he caught Mabel make that tell-tale face that she was ready for a change. 

*** 

Vince must have felt like the pied piper as he trotted round the park on a Christmas morning walk with thirteen people following behind him. Harry carried Mabel who was wrapped up in a snowsuit to protect her from the icy wind chill to let Rosie and Nathan enjoy a calmer stroll minus their baby for a little while as Y/N held onto Vince’s leash.

“Good practice this, innit?” Harry mused.

“Hm?” Y/N queried. 

“Jus’ for a Christmas down the line, we’ve already got one child,” he nodded towards Vince who was working off his zoomies from all the excitement in the house. “Just when we were talking about us maybe having another one, just with a little less fur and a little more human,” he looked at Mabel who was playing with the chain that hung around Harry’s neck.

“Y’picturing it?” Y/N asked. 

“Yeah,” Harry sighed, dreamily, “I mean Mabel already looks a little like you, family resemblance and all, but I keep imagining one that looks a lot like you and maybe a little like me,” he smiles bashfully. 

“I wouldn’t mind if they look a lot like you,” Y/N said, clicking the retractable part of Vince’s lead off as his paws lead him dangerously close to the muddy pond he went in yesterday, thinking he could potentially get away with having a little dip again. “Is the picture in y’head nice?” 

“It’s pretty perfect actually,” Harry confirmed. Little did the pair know but their parents were wandering a little bit behind them, discussing the exact same thing, as Y/N’s mum took some sneaky pictures of them from behind, if you didn’t know it was their niece they were carrying, it did look like a perfect family photo. 

***

“We’ve got this,” Y/N said confidently.

“Yeah, we do!” Harry tied the cord around his middle in a bow as they stood before each other in the kitchen in matching aprons that Gemma and her boyfriend had gifted them this morning as they began to tackle the Christmas dinner cooking. They had done a bit of preparation the day before and had a good few hours until they planned on sitting down to eat today, they were confident they could pull it off. Harry had worked wonders on the roast beef joint, which was slow cooking away all morning, he was chopping veg as Y/N finished off the soup course by adding the last of the seasoning and letting it bubble away on the stove. 

“Oh, my loves! I didn’t know you guys had started,” Anne appeared in the doorway, quickly pushing her sleeves up and going to wash her hands in the sink, “let me help you guys out.” 

“No, no, you’re our guest, honestly we’re fine,” Y/N tried to tell her. 

“Nonsense! Let me stuff the turkey at the very least,” Anne brushed her off, getting everything out that she needed as Harry appeared behind Y/N. 

“Told you she would have her hand up the turkey before we could even consider asking her to do it,” Harry said smugly as Y/N bumped him away from her with her hip so she could get started on her roast potatoes. “Hey, want t’give me a kiss first before y’fall out with me because I’ve cut the carrots too big?”

“Have you actually cut them too big?” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. 

“No,” he said far too quickly, “plus you have t’kiss me, says it on the tin,” he pointed to his chest where ‘kiss the cook’ was embroidered onto the apron. 

“I’ll shove one of those carrots so far up yo-” Harry cut her off with his lips.

“Shh, I’m kidding, they’re chopped to perfection,” he muttered against her soft lips. 

*** 

Dinner was, thankfully, a resounding success. Going by the fact that Steven and Richard were currently asleep on the couch, paper crowns from the Christmas crackers still on top of their heads, with Mabel who was also out for the count, cuddled in between them. Emma was on one of the other couches rubbing her stomach to soothe the food baby that had developed as well as her actual growing pregnant belly after the large meal. Rosie, Gemma, Michal and Nathan were in the kitchen doing the washing up which Y/N and Harry had fought with them tooth and nail about doing until they dragged the couple into the living room and sat them down so they wouldn’t interfere. Reece, Emma’s partner, had volunteered to take Vince out on another walk, after he too had his own Christmas dinner out of his dog bowl, then probably ate another bowl or so out of people’s hands under the table. To say the dog was as happy as a pig in shit was a bit of an understatement. Anne and Jackie were fawning over 80s popstars on the old episode of Top of the Pops that played on the TV as they nursed their glasses of wine. 

“This has been alright, hasn’t it?” Y/N asked. 

“Everyone seems happy, think we smashed it, m’heart,” Harry said proudly, watching as Y/N’s fingers went to the button of her trousers, quickly undoing the fastening and breathing out a sigh of relief as her unfastened trousers gave room for her stomach to expand and to let her food baby hang free. Harry snorted, he had been smarter and chose trousers with an elastic waistband that could stretch with his meal rather than have to go out with his trousers round his ankles when they would no doubt fall the rest of the way down. “I think Mum could be right though, we’re in for a nightmare when the rest of the family want t’come round ours for Christmas. Harry laughed, nudging his nose along the side of her neck as she was cuddled close over his lap again. 

“If it ever goes over twenty people coming, we’re catering and I don’t even care,” Y/N decided there and then. 

“Sounds good to me, means I can keep y’in bed a bit longer then,” Harry teased, “speaking of bed, everyone seems distracted enough, come upstairs and we’ll do our stockings for each other?” Y/N nodded, standing to her feet and taking Harry by the hand as they slipped out the living room and snuck away into their bedroom. 

*** 

They had agreed only to fill stockings for each other this year, not requiring big flashy presents to convey how they felt for one another. Harry had just finished opening his, a new bottle of his go to fragrance sat next to him, as well as the candle he likes to burn on the road to make it feel like home, a couple of his essentials like gum, a new toothbrush for tour and she had got him a book subscription service as he had vocalised, he was determined to read more in the upcoming year. She’d also got him a joke present of a pair of boxers with matching socks that had a picture of Y/N’s face printed all over them, and knowing him, he’d be wearing them to bed that night, and finally, of course, the traditional terry’s chocolate orange to fill out the toe of the stocking. 

“Thank you, my love,” Harry said as they sat cross-legged on the bed in front of each other, leaning over to place a chaste kiss on her lips before he reached down to collect the stocking, he had filled for her, “Merry Christmas, m’heart,” he smiled handing over the stocking. Harry had filled out her stocking similarly, her favourite perfume, some of her favourite sweets tucked down the side, he’d also booked them a week away in a lodge in the north of Scotland in the new year, which Y/N argued was far too flashy for a stocking gift but Harry retaliated by saying that the booking confirmation email folded up perfectly to fit in the stocking so it still counts as she rolled her eyes at him. Her favourite gift though, Harry had somehow found the time to handmake for her, it was another special bauble for their tree, similar in that it was a ceramic circle with a big thick, red velvet ribbon tied in a bow to hang on one of the branches, but in the middle of the ornament was a painted print of their dog Vince’s paw, with ‘Vincent Styles’ written in Harry’s best handwriting underneath the print. 

Y/N pouted as she held the special ornament close to her chest, “that’s our furry little baby,” she whimpered.

“M’not sure about little, but he’s definitely our baby, was thinking if we ever have any more babies, furry or otherwise, I don’t know, we could do a similar bauble for them too,” he suggested shyly as Y/N quickly nodded before running her fingers under her eyes to sweep away the moisture that had collected there from the glittering tears that threatened to spill over. 

“And last but not least…” Harry began as Y/N reached back into the stocking. 

“The chocolate orange,” she giggled as her hand met something square, thinking Harry had just left the chocolaty treat in its box this year, but hmm, weird. It felt smaller than normal, felt a bit like fabric too, velvet maybe? Her eyes flickered to Harry’s who was chewing on his lip nervously as he nodded, urging her to pull her hand out the stocking that concealed whatever she was holding.

“I know you’re not one for big, public scenes, so that’s why I wanted us to do this up here, just us,” Harry said as her hand came out the stocking, revealing a small box clad in a heavy blue velvet, “can I borrow this?” he smiled as his fingers wrapped round Y/N’s shaking ones that held onto the box, not being able to speak, she released her grip on it as Harry stood from his seated position and promptly dropped to one knee on the bedroom floor in front of her with a deep breath and cracked the box open to reveal its contents. “I love you,” he began, “more than I could ever imagine being able to put into words or convey with actions, you are the most wonderful thing to have ever happened to me and I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to spend all my Christmases with you. I promise I’ll bend over backwards every year t’get your advent calendar on time, I’ll let you force me into wellies to go traipse round a muddy field to pick out a tree that barely fits in our home, we’ll put that bauble from six years ago in the middle, near the top every year,” Harry sniffed, pausing to wipe away some of Y/N’s tears that he silently prayed were happy ones. “I’ll take you to Christmas parties where we have to eat crisps in the toilets because the food was shit, I’ll shove my hand up a turkey’s arsehole whenever you need for friendsmas. I promise to look forward to your craft every year and use whatever you made me with pride because my wife made me that. I’ll chase you round the house with mistletoe because even when you act like it annoys you, I know you love it,” they both huff out a laugh through their tears. 

“We’ll throw house parties and get pissed at home and go ice skating, preferably without any more injuries, and wrap the presents together and fill our home with the love our families every year. I’ll do it all, as long as I’m doing it with you, I’d just prefer if next year I was doing it with my wife, or my fiancée at the very least if the wedding hasn’t happened yet. So, what d’you say, my heart? Will you, God please, do me the honours and marry me?” Harry finished. 

Through aggressive sniffs and sparkly tears that stained her face, Y/N croaked out, “did y’still get me a chocolate orange?” 

“Yeah, s’in the drawer,” Harry laughed, wiping away his own tears. 

“Then yeah…” 

“Yeah?” 

“I would love nothing more to marry you, gorgeous,” Y/N confirmed, nodding as fresh tears spilled over as she fell to her knees in front of Harry as they embraced on their bedroom floor, kissing through the tears they had shed. With shaking fingers, Harry plucked the ring from its cushion inside the ring box and slid it onto Y/N’s finger as they both looked down at the glittering token of their love for one another. 

“Was that a good gift?” Harry asked. 

“Yeah,” she giggled, “filled out the toe of the stocking nicely.” 

“I thought so,” Harry was proud of his idea of placing the ring near at the bottom. 

“I still want my chocolate orange though,” Y/N said seriously as Harry snorted in laughter, let’s just say the run up to Christmas had been pretty good this year, and they still had day 25 to eat out of their advent calendars when they went back downstairs. 

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Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #harry styles oneshot #one direction fanfiction #one direction #harry styles one shot #twostepstyless advent calendar #harry styles christmas #harry styles comfort #harry styles concept #harry imagine #harry styles blurb #harry fanfic

[potterandpromises]

3x09 liveblog (the nostalgia! the whores! the cinematography! Were the twists too obvious or do I simply deserve a good grade in mystery television viewing?):

Mabel’s white room is a lot odder then Charles’ white room.

TRIPLETS.

Yeah, no, I agree. They’re really breezing past that heart attack.

(Although I do sort of appreciate the gray space they left; good for fics.)

They’re back 🥲

And now it’s the trio standing on the edge of the roof in the intro.

The mystery of the wedding dress!

I just need a moment to process Charles’ comment about Joy's childhood dog.

This scene of them on the couch questioning Dickie is so nostalgic.

Ben’s five weed smoking girlfriends.

I love Ben’s whores.❤️

I really like the style of this whole timeline scene.

See, yeah, that does make his behavior in the moment more sympathetic. But at the same time, you reap what you sew, dude, which you should know, being a sewist. He was just generally a dick, and so far his only redeeming quality is that he was suffering, as apposed to, say, Bunny who really cared about the Arconia and it's residents, or Tim who’d been working for years to bring down the Dimases. Hankies just don't hit the same for me.

Oh, and it makes sense now that the dress had to look like it was made in the 50s, because it was Joy’s mother’s dress.

“I still have no place to live.” Well, you could just stay right where you’re at, Mabel.

Awwww.

The producers… saw that one coming. (It could still turn out not to be, but) my question is, was it just the producers or were there additional killer(s)? I think there's at least one more killer. (We still don't know what Tobert's probably hiding, and it would be unsatisfying for them to frame him as suspicious only for it to be literally nothing.)

It took them six episodes to figure out what so many people guessed immediately.

Paul Rudd genuinely giving the performance of his life with that cookie.

This feels the same (similar camera work) to the scene with Donna and Loretta in the bathroom.

Donna does make a pretty good villain.

The dress! This is how the dress happens!

Not a bad life at all <3

#only murders in the building spoilers #omitb spoilers #only murders in the building #mabel mora #ben glenroy #oliver putnam #charles-haden savage #donna demeo #tobert omitb #joy omitb #joy payne

[dog-gutz]

Introduction Post

Welcome to my blog! We are a system, common fronters include Mabel (-🍂), Sprout (-🌱), Marceline (-🦇) and Luka (host). We are bodily 18, and prefer if you are under 14 that you dni. If you are endo -dni.

I suffer from ADHD, pdid, BPD, PTSD, OCD, bipolar 2, scitzoaffective disorder, chronic fatigue, chronic pain, chronic headache, and pots syndrome.

I post a lot about my special interests and about being disabled. I reblog a lot more than I actually post, and when I do post it's usually photos of my dogs or life updates about living with my disabilities.

I have 6 dogs, but there are 3 you will commonly see on my blog:

Molly, my golden retriever

Aspen, my black and white standard poodle

And Maeve, my Australian shepherd/Rough collie mix

I try to tag all my posts, however if there's something I forgot to tag, or something you'd like me to tag, send me an ask or a dm and I'll be sure to tag it!

Fronters and their sign offs:

-🌱 (sprout)

-🍂 (Mabel)

-R (robo)

-🐈‍⬛ (JiJi)

-🦇(Marceline)

No sign off: Luka (host)

Carrd containing information about us:

#pdid system #system #traumagenic system #service dog #disabled #disability #pdid #intro post #blog intro #pinned intro #introduction #pinned post #covert system

[hidden-poet]

I just finished reading chapter 3 & 4 of commander snow and WOW!!! How are you not on New Yorks best selling author list? Jesus your writing is AMAZING!!! 

Okay the way he grabbed her neck and kept kissing and biting her neck while she was searching him for morphling in so much distress was so hot 🥵🥵 (I mean all the sexual content in commander snow is so hot; don’t even get me started on him eating her out and forcing her to give him 2 bjs in less than 24 hours 😂 soooo much to unpack there in those scenes *CHEFS KISS* MUAH)!!! He’s so proud of himself after that too with digging into that apple pie and feeding it to her 😂 And what’s this whole deal about him not fucking her until he goes back to the capitol? What does this man have planned for her?

The way he has this constant need for validation to feel love and nurture from the her warms my heart 🥹 even tho this man delusional as fuck and I shouldn’t feel bad for him but you got me conflicted over here and I WANT HIM TO CORRUPT ME😭 He’s so possessive over her and her independence 😫🥵

Coryo really out here using readers toothbrushes in both commander snow and snow lands on top 😂 but I find them sharing it so hot. I also love how this man has a constant slapping kink in each of your fics hehehe 🥵

Idk why but the way he takes over her whole bed is so funny to me 😂 but him taking her wrist and rubbing it 🥹 even though he’s the one who damaged it in the first place 😂 and the tending to her mother and comforting her (again his own damn doing LOL) 

When he says “I’ll never understand why they run.” Really boy? Really? Are you really that delusional?

I really appreciate you making these super long cause that’s my jam and can’t get enough!!! Also what I love about your dark coryo work is that you make them DARK DARK which is my absolute undoing in the world of dark fiction 🫠

I am missing so much moreeeee here but your work is making me go FERAL RN I HONESTLY CANT THINK STRAIGHT WITH THIS MAN ROAMING AROUND IN MY HEAD 247😫

I also wanted to talk about snow lands on top real quick. I LOVE Mabel absolutely love her. (Bad bitch fearless energy) especially when she drops his clothes on the floor refusing to wear them "no, thank you" 😂 And can we take a minute to acknowledge how CUTE the name Mabel is?

The way you portray Dr. Gaul is soooooooo scary scary ACCURATE to the tea! That woman truly terrifies me 😂

The way he just threatens her and her family and commands her what to do and what not to do 😫 the asking her to help him with his sock made me giggle lol.

I see grandma’am is still the same bitter old lady 😂 And the whole thing at the dinner table with the bread is so funny yet so cute on Mabels part🥹 coryo was getting really agitated at that 😂 she definitely tests his limits which is why I love Mabel sm!!

Okay him teaching her how to read and write 🫠 he's basically training her like a dog 😂 from district scum to captiol gal!!

And not this man drugging her and sprinkling his manhood all over her stomach while she’s laying there like sleeping beauty 😂 still have to give him some respect for not going all the way with her whilst in her deep slumber 😂

I cannot WAIT for the next part to drop on both these AMAZING stories!!!!!!!!!!!

This is possibly my favourite ask ever 🥺😭 you are far too kind!

Thank you for taking the time out to read my work, and further time to write out this lovely comment! It’s means so much.

Commander snow is only nice when you are nice. Which is so hard because he is so terrible!

I am really trying to link his sad backstory as to why he acts certain ways towards the reader.

Also!

I did not even pick up that both Coroys used the same brush! Good eye! I suppose it is just super hot!

I think he is more cocky than delusional in that scene.

“I never understand why they run” because I always catch them.

—

Coriolanus snow also haunts my head! He’s got free realestate there.

—

I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED SNOW LANDS ON TOP.

Thank you again! Please let me know what you are thinking about each chapter, I love your thoughts ❤️❤️

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow

[summerendroll]

EVERYBODY !!!! look at her. her name is mabel and we brought her home just a few hours ago but our other dog was surprisingly easygoing about it and shes soo good already shes barely 3 months old but shes already figured out “come here” and “sit” and follows me around like a little duckling shes in need of some of some work re: stairs and walking on a leash but shes such a good learner… ❤️❤️

ID: a series of photos of Mabel, a roughly 3 month old german shepherd mix with mostly black fur and silly Yoda ears. end ID

[fingertipsmp3]

I love waking up to a text from the assistant manager telling me someone I worked with yesterday is poorly (with what girl??? Is he contagious?????) and asking if I can pick up a shift today or tomorrow

#i ended up saying i can’t do today because… i can’t. who is going to take care of mabel?? #i can’t foist a blockheaded terrier on anybody with such short notice. and anyway i don’t want to #i’m fully booked up today with dog walks and reading a cosy thriller. it’s gonna be the whole day ideally #but i accepted a 9-5 tomorrow 🙃🙃 #it’s fine like.. i’ll be okay. i just was really looking forward to y’know. not having to pretend to be a functional human being that day #i kind of hope she finds someone better in between now and her seeing my message. or that sick coworker in question makes a very fast #recovery. i mean i hope that anyway. i like him. but like… #8 hours of pretending to be a person. and then i have to do it again on friday. whyyyyyy #like i don’t think anyone appreciates or realises how much it takes out of you to have to smile and be polite with people who are being #terrible to you sometimes; while you’ve been on your feet all day and your body is aching and you’ve been doing heavy lifting #and maybe you’ve been scalded or burnt at some point or cut your hand and man there’s just so many things that can go wrong at my job #i get covered in something at least once per shift. milk; coffee; soapy water; mixture of the three….. #and i’ve just realised i don’t even have enough shit for lunches this week because i assumed i’d only be doing 3 shifts #so i ate all my snacks and only left enough stuff for 3 lunches #i’m probably just going to buy lunch there tomorrow. which’ll cost me like. nearly an hour’s wages. which is why i don’t do it. 🙃🙃🙃 #fuck it. i can just suck it up and pick out a sandwich and some crisps or something; write my name on them and put them in the fridge #it’s just annoying!! like i’ll be fine but i’m just not mentally prepared for unexpectedly having to work lol #personal

[newwinslowma]

Pre-Series Playlist #2 "In Boston"

Meanwhile, Cleo and Andrew are in Boston. Which is a couple hours in the car away from New Winslow, but might as well be on another planet.

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + the Machine

"Leave all your love and your longing behind / You can't carry them with you if you want to survive"

2. The Only Living Boy in New York - Simon and Garfunkel

"Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile"

3. Under Pressure - David Bowie and Queen

"Can't we give ourselves one more chance / Why can't we give love that one more chance?"

4. Dangerous - Rumer

"You want me to let go / Well I don't wanna lose control"

5. Devil in U - Sad13

"First though your thoughtlessness was just aplomb / First thought best thought / I must have got the sequence wrong"

6. Barlights - fun.

"But the green of your eyes say, 'go, leave it all behind'"

7. Only Physical - Matthew Connor

"I'm not asleep, I'm listening to the sounds of the street"

8. God is a Dancer - Tiësto & Mabel

"God is a dancer / yeah, I heard it on the radio"

9. Into the Mystic - Van Morrison

"When that foghorn blows / You know I will be coming home"

Some spoilery discussion below the cut, including some sexual talk.

If I have any regrets for how this series has gone, I honestly wish I'd included on-screen sex from the start. There's plenty of discussion and innuendo, as well as a few fade to black moments, but the closest I have is an episode in S7 when Roman and Celine finally get some alone time, but it's fade to black repeatedly cut through with chaos. But sex is such a major part of this story, and I feel like this playlist out of all of them showed this even back in 2019 when I made it.

(and yes, I've written some sex scenes that didn't end up staying in. And there's one in particular between Noah and Jude [neither of which are a part of this playlist] that I'm particularly happy with. It's all healing and care and yes, bondage. I alluded to it in the squirrel funeral scene in S4, so it's canon. But dropping the scene in after 4 seasons of a particular style wouldn't have worked well.)

But the playlist. Again, mostly vibes like the New Winslow one.

#new winslow #spotify playlist #serialized novel #sad new england shit

[crossovershipstournament]

SIDE 1C: ROUND 1: Isabelle (Animal Crossing)/Wolf O’Donnell (StarFox) VS Webby Vanderquack (Ducktales 2017)/Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Propaganda for Isabelle/Wolf O'Donnell:

Met through Smash Bros :3

Just. Big tough space pirate and sweet normal everyday office worker. It’s the best.

I heard we were submitting in propaganda, so here’s some for my kind of niche guilty pleasure ship Wolfabelle (Wolf x Isabelle) since I was only able to think of a proper infodump of AFTER submitting it; Not only do I think they’re a fun pairing because they’re both dogs that met in Smash Bros and are also an extremely unlikely pairing, but also they sort of embody that classic bad boy and soft girl aesthetic, and I’d like to imagine, since we’ve seen a bit of a good side to him in the Star Fox games, he’d slowly become a better person for Isabelle, and then for himself and everyone else. Isabelle can help him see the good in the world and Wolf can help her stand up for herself. They’re also totally Bi 4 Pan and there’s a lot of really cute fan content for them online.

Propaganda for Webby Vanderquack/Mabel Pines:

Automatic-in. Adorable little weird girlies who love grappling hooks, and are also so cool and badass. Mabel would knit Webby a sweater and she'd NEVER take it off. Also they're both just so full of love and heart; what with Mabel being the entire heart of her show (to me <3) and Webby being so loyal to her loved ones that she manages to bring her best friend back from the Shadow Realm through the sheer power of friendship. They are both EXPLODING with love and they'd be such a lovey-dovey power couple 🥺🥺🥺

Art Credit:

Isabelle/Wolf art by @/kannra-orhara Mabel/Webby art by me, @/astro-b-o-y-d

#Crossover Ships Tournament #Poll Tournament #isabelle #Isabelle AC #Isabelle #Animal Crossing #Wolf O'Donnell #Starfox #Mabel Pines #Gravity Falls #Webby Vanderquack #Ducktales

[ghostlingpupskywalker]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers.

EEE would you believe this is the second time I got this ask in a few days I’m so happy lol

1.   Researching. I love history and specific time periods and its a lot of fun to go down the rabbit hole of some of these topics and figures

2.   My dog Mabel. She brings me a lot of joy and always makes me smile, she’s a border collie/lab/beagle

3.   Roller skates. Lots of fun to relax and just cruise around on, plus when you have the space for it and are good at tricks even better

4.   Flowers. Maybe sometimes overrated, but they’re gorgeous and in a well-designed bouquet uhg chef’s kiss

5.   Writing. Weaving worlds and fantasies that I create and can lose myself in.

#thank you #hehe :3 #answered asks

[phynoma]

As a countdown to Halloween, I'm sharing the original statements I wrote for the Consuming AU! (<<click for ao3 link) The statements function as horror shorts that work on their own

Statement 3: Teeth

CW: body horror, teeth, gore, illness, description of food/eating, hunger, blood, vomiting

[Tape clicks on. Quiet of the statement room]

ARCHIVIST

Statement of Naadia Hamza, regarding a diner in her neighbourhood. Original statement taken 15th of March, 2011. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, the Archivist.

Statement begins.

...

I've always been a bit of a night owl.

Ever since I was a teenager and I would sneak out at one or two in the morning and just…wander the streets. Got in trouble for it a couple of times, too. I didn't ever do anything, I wasn't a hooligan. I just liked to be outside at night. The streets are quiet then in a way they never really get during the day. Not silent, not completely. But when you're by yourself, and there isn't the constant noise of lights and cars and dogs and people, you can notice the quieter sounds.

Even in college, when I was old enough that most of my friends were spending their nights partying or studying or actually sleeping, I kept finding new places to walk. I got stopped by police a couple of times– something about a hijabi woman walking around at night freaked them out a bit, I think. Never got accused of soliciting, though, so that's something. But it did get me to start thinking about some proper excuses about why I was up and about at three am, and so that's when I started going to diners.

I know I just said I like night-walking for the peace of it, but that's not completely true. I like people. I do. I think people are interesting. I just…can't handle them all at once? Not when the lights are on.

But at night, in small spaces…it's sort of the best of all worlds. There's something calming about the lights in a diner when it's between one and five in the morning, and the commuters aren't in yet. Like a little buzzing island of neon and fluorescent safety amongst the dark. It makes it feel like…a waypoint in the night. You step inside, and it's like stepping into a little oasis of human nostalgia– not quite real, not the way it is in the daytime, and at the same time so much more real. Like it's the only thing that exists, a bubble against the emptiness of the dark and cold: and there you are, hiding away from the dark with a few other intrepid night wanderers like you.

I had one diner that was my favourite. I had a sort of cycle that I'd go through– Phillips on Mondays and Wednesdays, Highland on Tuesdays and Thursdays– the days of my night classes, when I was there anyway– home on Friday nights for jumu'ah, and the weekends for events and meeting up with friends. When I didn't have a path to follow, I'd make my way down to Pam's Diner.

I don't know if Pam's Diner was ever owned by anyone named Pam. Probably not. I mostly just knew the night waitresses: Maude, who could have been a prematurely aged twenty-five or a well-aged fifty, and Mabel, an older woman who wore too much liquid foundation and lip liner that never seemed to keep her bright red lipstick from trickling up the wrinkles around her mouth.

We got to know each other, in a way. Nothing personal. Nothing like friendship. But we were familiar, anyway. I was a recognizable face in that bit of transient night. Mabel went out of her way to let the others know what I could eat and what I couldn’t, in that way that happens in the midwest–where it could be real kindness, or it could be passive aggression, and the only way to know for sure is to wait until the micro-aggression becomes too obvious to be anything else.

Maybe you’re wondering why I would keep going to a place where I might have been unwelcome. The truth was, most places felt like that. And the food was good. I mean, they didn’t use bacon grease for their hash browns, and their pies were delicious.

I’d started a new schedule for j-term–that’s January term–and so I only had one class: an intensive that lasted from three in the afternoon until nine at night, with a dinner break. Lecture, then labs, then discussion. It was way too long for a class, to be honest, and by the end of it I just had to get out and walk. January in Minnesota is brutal, you know, but it didn’t matter. I kept to my smaller route, which meant I ended up more and more at Pam’s Diner.

Looking back, I don’t know when it was that things started to change. There was never any indication of new ownership, or anything like that. But despite coming in more often, I stopped seeing some of the usuals around. I thought maybe it was just my timing, or the cold keeping people in their own homes. I felt a little sad, to be honest–like I was making a stop at DS9 and the usual crew wasn't there. I tried to ask Mabel about it, but it’s not like I knew anyone’s names, and describing one hairy, old trucker in his cups describes a lot of them.

Another thing I noticed was that the waitresses were smiling a lot less. Again, that could have just been the cold, or the familiarity. Maybe they didn’t make as much of an effort when they saw me all the time? But they were always pleasant to me, asking how I was and how my family was, asking what I’d learned in class that day. Maude kept her lips close together, even when she spoke. Every once in a while, I’d see her standing in the little waystation between the kitchen and the tables, holding a hand to her cheek like she was fighting off a toothache in the back of her jaw. Mabel’s lipstick seemed brighter than before, and the red that bloomed around her mouth looked almost like broken veins.

I still didn’t think much of it until January 16th. I know the date because I’d spent extra time in the lab that day, trying to fix a group project, and I’d marked the date and time a half dozen times in my lab notebook before finally setting out into the night. My labmates, Dex and Karen, invited me out for drinks, which I declined. Besides the fact that I don’t drink, I needed alone time. I needed to walk.

I was going to skip the Diner, considering how late it was, but something about that homey, yellow glow pulled me right back in. I thought maybe I’d get a coffee and a piece of pie, nothing more. Something to excuse my sitting there in the booth. There was only one other patron, a crusty old geezer with wispy grey hair and a thick, peeling, leather jacket that had seen too many winters. He was bent over the chrome bar in the usual position of late night patrons, seeming to hug his plate of biscuits and gravy. There was gravy in his moustache and an off-white, ceramic cup of coffee in easy reach.

I sipped at my own cup and made tracks through the whip cream on top of my apple pie with my fork like it was a miniature zen garden, going over the experiments we’d run that day and the places we’d gone wrong. Biochem was a killer of pre-med students, and I wanted a good grade, to hell or high water with my labmates. I was still thinking about it when a couple walked in–high, from their self-conscious giggling and overloud voices–and Mabel swept off to take care of them.

I wasn’t really paying attention to the old man at the bar or his conversation, but when he raised his voice it was hard not to notice. Mabel was dealing with the newcomers, so Maude was the one who came out to see what the ruckus was. He kept asking her questions, “what does she think she’s playing at?” and “a long-time patron deserves better,” and “doesn’t want to make a fuss that would cost her her job, but this was unacceptable.” I felt a bit defensive–whatever it was that had pissed the man off, I resented him taking it out on Maude. It wasn’t as if she made the food.

She spoke quietly, her cheeks drawn, her lips over her teeth. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but the man wasn’t having any of it.

“I don’t want a fucking refund!” he said, loudly enough to distract even the high couple from their menus. He held up something–tiny, glinting yellowish-white–and looked around the diner as if triumphantly presenting evidence to a jury. “Y’all watch your food! I’ve found a tooth in mine! An honest-to-god, human tooth! What’s next? Rat bones? A live cockroach? You makin’ this gravy from human meat?”

It was so ridiculous that I just gaped at him in amazement. Now, from the looks of this guy, he didn’t have a whole lot of teeth to begin with. I wouldn’t be surprised if he cracked the rotten thing right from his own mouth. Maude covered her mouth with both hands, looking stricken, and then rushed to the back. She looked about to cry, or be sick, and I didn’t blame her. Who says something like that?

Mabel clicked her tongue and apologised to the man, comped his meal. He calmed down eventually and left. The stoner couple spent the rest of their stay snickering to themselves about it. It’s not uncommon to see strange things in the late night diners. It’s part of the bargain of having a place to go–you share it with whoever else might be out there.

I asked Mabel about Maude when she came by to check on me, and she assured me that Maude was shaken but fine. “Thanks for askin’, sweetie,” she said, and patted my hand. “You’re a good one. Pie’s on me, tonight.”

I finished my pie and my coffee and went to use the bathroom before I left. I caught sight of Maude through the swinging silver doors to the back, with their porthole windows. She was crying, her mascara running down her cheeks. I only saw her for a moment, but her mouth was open as she wept, and I could have sworn all her teeth were rotted black.

I shouldn’t have gone back after that night. I didn’t, for a while. Didn’t go on night walks at all, and then when I did, I went to other diners. But something about Pam’s always drew me back. I think I told myself it was curiosity, and concern for the waitresses that I considered friends, in a strange way. Companions of the dark. Maybe it was just that their food was that good. I started craving it–mashed potatoes and gravy, cobb salads, cornbread, pie. Things I could get anywhere, but nothing was quite as good. For whatever reason, I made my way back to Pam’s Diner two more times.

The second to last visit, Maude was already gone. I ordered, and when Mabel had a spare minute between serving the truckers that had stopped in, I asked her about Maude. Mabel looked tired, more tired than she had before. Her foundation was caked on like paste, and she’d completely given up on lipline,r if she’d ever used it at all. The red ran up the wrinkles around her mouth like a spiderweb.

“Maude was let go, unfortunately,” she told me. “A couple of weeks back, now.”

“Not because of that man–that customer who yelled at her, right?” I asked, indignant.

Mabel assured me it was not because of that incident, although from her tone I got the idea that it might have been a factor– or a symptom of something worse going on in her life, it was hard to tell. I thought about her face through the warped plastic porthole, the dark wreckage of her mouth, and I shuddered to myself.

I’d thought I’d just stick with coffee, but instead I found myself ordering a whole meal, with dessert. Things were a little slower without Maude there, but I didn’t go to the diner for quick service. I sat and watched the other customers, wondering if there’d be another dramatic showdown that night. As the minutes crept on, I started to get properly hungry–that stomach-churning stage where you start to feel sick and light-headed. I hadn’t seen Mabel come out of the kitchen for a while.

I got up and used the bathroom for something to do, and for the excuse to pass by the kitchen doors and take a peek. I didn’t see anyone on the way in, but on the way back glanced around to make sure no one was watching me–they weren’t–and then I poked my head inside. It took me a moment to realise what I was seeing.

The kitchen was active, as I’d have expected–burners on, oven blazing, deep-fry running, dishwashing machine clattering. But only half the lights were on, and there was no one there. No one, that was, but Mabel–her scarlet lips pursed in concentration as she dashed back and forth between plates of food, preparing it all herself. For a wild moment, I thought about offering to help her. Then I thought better of it, and, a little uneasy for a reason I couldn’t explain, so I simply went back to my seat and waited for the meal Mabel had prepared.

I thought, after the weirdness of the kitchen scene and the way Mabel’s focused, frantic movements had unsettled me, that I would have lost my appetite. Instead, I ate every bite.

The last time I went to Pam’s Diner, I’d been dreaming of apple pie for a week straight. I wasn’t able to do my night walks due to midterms. Then, the stress of pulling all-nighters and studying day in and day out caught up to me, and I was in bed with stomach flu for a week. I have a few friends who always get sick around midterms, but I never had. I figured it was finally time for it to happen to me, nothing more. I could barely keep down any food at all, and my stomach felt like it was full of dull knives, sharpening themselves against each other. I dreamt about food.

So when I finally recovered enough to eat, I decided to reward myself with Pam’s. I figured I’d take it easy, since I was still recovering–but I could barely wait to sink my teeth into solid food again.

When I arrived at Pam’s it was around midnight– a little early for me, but that’s how eager I was. Mabel was the only one working. She was thinner than I’d ever seen her, but she smiled at me with her lipstick-stained mouth and set me up in my usual booth. There was no one else in the diner but me.

I ordered coffee and pie, my usual “light” fare. I didn’t know how well pie would sit with me, but the thought of that luscious, cinnamon-and-vanilla delight was too much to avoid. My stomach churned and growled, embarrassingly loud. I couldn’t remember ever being so hungry before in my life.

When Mabel brought out the pie, I barely restrained myself before digging in. As soon as she turned her back, I shovelled in a mouthful of that piping hot pie so quickly that I burned the roof of my mouth. But it was worth it. It was perfect, everything I’d been dreaming of in my feverish week of illness. It was safety in the night. It was familiar faces in a crowd of strangers. It was the warm, yellow glow of a liminal waypoint in the endless void of dark.

I was halfway through the pie when I bit down on something hard. It jarred me badly, the ache going all through my jaw and neck. I managed to swallow most of my bite and spit out the hardness. I tried to tell myself that it was just a bit of burnt ingredients, something normal, even when I already knew what I’d see.

It was a tooth. Small, maybe an incisor. Human. The roots were missing, but it was still undeniably a person’s tooth.

I felt sick. I stared at the thing, trying to tell myself that I was imagining things, that I had somehow created this awful scenario in my own mind. I stared at the thing in the palm of my hand, unmoving, not wanting to disturb the reality of the place. I didn’t even hear Mabel’s short heels clacking up to my table until she was right beside me.

“Oh, dear,” she said. “Oh, dear.”

Like it was an unfortunate accident. Like it was a bit of burnt toast, and not a human tooth in the middle of my apple pie. Were there more? Should I excavate them out? I shuddered.

“So sorry about that,” Mabel said, and her voice seemed strange and muddled. For some reason, I didn’t want to look up at her face. “I’ll get that taken care of for you. Do you want a new piece?”

“No, that’s alright,” I said. I should have been screaming, probably, but that would have been rude. “I’m good.”

“I’ll take that, for you,” Mabel said, and plucked the tooth from my hand. I realised what it was about her voice that was so strange; it sounded wet, somehow. I shook with the effort not to look up at her, to see the mess I knew would be her mouth. “Sorry again, dearie. I’ll be right back with a top-up for that coffee.”

As soon as she walked away, I grabbed my coffee to wash the memory of the pie from my mouth. I was so frantic I knocked the ceramic against my teeth and cut my lip, combining the astringency of the dark brew with the metallic tang of my own blood. It was only after that it hit me that the teeth could be in anything. I poured the rest of the cup over my plate, but there was nothing but a small ribbon of blood.

The dull grinding in my gut that had plagued me for the last week woke again with a vengeance. I curled over myself and wondered if I was dying, if I would die there in a booth in Pam’s Diner, in the middle of the night. I wondered if anyone would ever find me, or if I would disappear with the morning like a ghost. It felt like anything could be possible.

I forced myself to sit up and call a rideshare. I didn’t want to walk home, in the dark and the silence. I staggered to the bathroom, hoping that, if nothing else, I could lock myself in for the eight to fifteen minutes it would take for my taxi to get there.

I locked the door and went to the sink to splash water on my face and see how badly I’d hurt my lip, and that’s when I saw it. As I lifted my lip to check the damage, there was a dark spot in my smile. A tooth, missing. An incisor. I touched the spot, unable to believe what I was seeing. It was simply…gone. Had I chipped off my own tooth, somehow? I couldn’t understand. It was just…gone.

Then the pain in my stomach overtook me again, and I doubled over on the floor. It felt like something was tearing loose from inside of my organs, like the knives were breaking free at last. It was the pain of the last week but worse, worse than it had ever been, and I couldn’t even crawl to the toilet before I vomited.

Blood spilled from my mouth and over the fake linoleum. I spat out a half dozen small, hard, perfectly intact teeth. When I felt inside my mouth with my tongue, all of my teeth were present, save for the one. I felt the ripping again and another half dozen teeth clattered to the floor: molars, eyeteeth, an array. I screamed, then. I screamed and couldn’t stop screaming, even as I felt my throat close up with rows of sharp and gnashing bone.

It’s funny, how people expect you to forget things like trauma. I remember everything that happened after that: Mabel knocking on the door, pleading with her wet, empty mouth for me to let her in; the sirens; the paramedics forcing down the door; the empty, spotless kitchen we passed through on the way out, with its dimly flickering fluorescent lights and the mason jars lined up beneath the industrial sink, full of teeth. I remember wondering if Maude’s were there, and Mabel’s. I wondered if anyone would pick up mine from the blood on the bathroom floor, wash them and put them in a jar of their own.

I remember the ambulance, and thinking that my parents would kill me for the expense, and that I still didn’t know if I would pass my midterms. And then, finally, someone gave me some kind of gas and I passed out.

It’s been three days, and the tests are inconclusive so far. I gave my statement to the police, but there’s not much they can do with phantom teeth. I guess that’s why they’ve called you in. I don’t know if you know what’s happening to me, or why.

The hospital is taking care of me alright, but I miss going on my walks, and the food is terrible. I’d do just about anything for a piece of apple pie.

Statement ends.

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