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sunrisetemperance · 3 years

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Disney: Closing Stores and Pushing eCommerce

Let’s face it, the retail climate has changed over the past 10 years with omni-channel ecommerce models and online exclusive businesses. This led to restructuring and closures for many companies, especially physical locations. Stores already on track for closure were simply accelerated by the Covid-19 pandemic, including The Disney Store.

New standards are emerging for how consumers want to interact with brands and Disney, among others, is responding. There is a back-to-basics movement happening, combining digitalization and a post-pandemic mindset of simplifying the day to day. This movement thrives on convenient and efficient online shopping along with the desire to have more holistic localized experiences. People are looking to streamline necessary tasks through digital media and make every day local outings more enjoyable, post-able and authentic (like a vacation). The focus is on appreciating who and what surrounds us and making the most of it.

Disney is moving away from brick-and-mortar retail, in some regards, and offering digital experiences to make up for it.

Brands like The Walt Disney Company (TWDC) feel a need to optimize their digital and physical entities across the board. The push is to trim down and integrate their branding across apps (Disney Parks Apps), ecommerce (shopDisney.com), social and digital media and in-person experiences.

In 2019, Disney “Shop-in-Shops” were introduced to select Target stores. Mini 750 sq ft Disney sections were implemented, stocked with merchandise previously exclusive to Disney Store and Disney Parks. The rollout did not meet overly enthusiastic results; however, the company plans to push this model forward.

This restructuring of the in-person guest experience is being compared to The Disney Store model. By introducing specialized product placement where Disney merchandise is already sold, operational expenses will be reduced or eliminated altogether. This includes leasing mall space and paying cast member (employee) wages. In 2020 The Disney Store’s own home-base was eliminated or consolidated into operations taken over by the shopDisney ecommerce platform.

Disney Stores/shopDisney also partnered with Instacart during the pandemic, in attempt to integrate more digital shopping options. Guests located nearby stores (that were able to open) could order their merchandise to be picked up and delivered by an Instacart shopper for a small fee. This service was not overly utilized but offered extra convenience to a few.

The stores that did reopen were often inundated with guests looking to shop and take advantage of sales on seasonal merchandise. With capacity limits for retail locations, lines were a constant issue. In attempt to relieve congestion, Disney experimented with the restaurant reservation app “OpenTable” to manage the line cue. It worked to allow guests to receive a text notification of when to come back. Ultimately, in-store service was more effective at keeping the line moving than the app.

Overall, it seems that alternative shopping experiences don’t quite measure up to The Disney Store model. The authenticity comes from the Disney cast members, who strive to create unique, magical interactions for each person.

The unfortunate reality is that most Disney Store North America and Europe stores may be closed by September 2021. Rounds of store closures have been announced monthly, increasing each month, to be finished by September. Disney is working to settle lease agreements and maintain good grounds with mall landlords. It is rumored that flagship stores, like Times Square and others, will be saved. However, cast members at destination store Ala Moana, in Honolulu, HI were disappointed when their doors were closed July 12th, marking the end of 31 years in Hawaii. They were among 15 other stores announced in June.

In the March 3rd (2021) Disney Parks, Experiences and Products division statement, the announcement was made of at least 60 store closures for 2021.

“Over the next year Disney will focus on providing a more seamless, personalized and franchise-focused ecommerce experience through its shopDisney platform which will be complemented by greater integration with Disney Parks apps and social media platforms. This will be coupled with an assortment of new and elevated merchandise from the Company’s full range of brands, including adult apparel collections and artist collaborations, trend-forward streetwear, premium home products and collectibles”

Stephanie Young, President of Consumer Products, Games and Publishing explained.

The statement reads as though a few Disney Store outlet and lifestyle locations may remain by the ending round of closures in September 2021. All mentions of Disney Stores across Disney’s platforms are kept brief. This statement is followed by a description of the entities under DPEP division (Disney Parks, Experiences and Products) and a large disclaimer stating that future circumstances may dictate alternative decisions. (In other words, as little explanation as possible).

Caption: Many lifestyle stores were rebranded in late 2019 from Imagination Park stores – known for their blue “Pixie Path” curving through the store and walls of green murals of depicting local landmarks, complete with familiar Disney characters. (Diamond Head pictured at Ala Moana, Honolulu, HI location, recently closed.)

Disney’s goal is optimization, but many have been against The Disney Store from the start.

Jonathan Storey, Vice President of The Disney Store, North America, has always been a big proponent for the stores, one of few supporters among TWDC executives. It is difficult to find information on him or current Disney Store activities, other than the brief mentions, like the statement above. It is likely he is as heartbroken as are the many cast members, who have served the company so well in its time. The same can be said for thousands of loyal Disney fans, who are rousing, creating petitions and gathering signatures to plead with TWDC to stop store closures and reopen.

The closures fit with the common thread of 2021. However, studies show brick-and-mortar retail is coming back from a brief decline, slightly above its projected position. This is especially true in areas with “higher incomes and rapid job growth”, according to an article from Forbes.

People still crave entertaining in-person experiences, combined with strong social media brand presence, especially Disney fans. And that, likely, will never change. To commemorate the possible end of the 34 magical years of The Disney Store, there will be high expectations for what is to come. Hopefully The Walt Disney Company will live up to its legacy and rebrand some exciting new features in the coming years.

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naturalhairybeauty · 4 years

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blushyeddie · 5 years

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chubby eddie headcanons!

brought to you by my beautiful girlfriend @richiebubba (* marks) and i (- marks)! just some little storyline on beautiful eddie and his pudgy tummy. (keep reading)

- eddie was born (slightly) prematurely. “a whole two months, isn’t it a miracle?” his mother would boast at their neighborhood’s annual Easter dinners. the seat count each year would slowly wither down to only close (pitying) friends after his father’s death. sonia preaches that it’s because the others are far too anxious to be around such a poorly behaving child, but eddie knows it’s because frank was the only endearment to the kaspbrak house.

- “i’m so sorry, mrs. rosi. he’s never usually this rude! i’ll have to set more ground rules.” eddie had only said ‘no’ to her off-putting mash potatoes. they resembled a cat’s hairball.

- growing up, he showed trivial symptoms of his earlier birth like a disproportionately large head compared to his tiny feet, and a generally low body temperature. sonia was always scribbling these symptoms down, measuring his height religiously every morning and afternoon. he’d always been healthy though, only spending about a week after his birth in the hospital. as he hit kindergarten, his growth spurt grew out... rather than up. standing 3’5 and sporting love handles that stuck out the back of his shirt, he was shoved into public school, meeting richie tozier. a savior in some sorts.

* public school saw eddie kaspbrak holding hands with richie tozier on the hopscotch chalk before lessons every morning, and leading them soft right up to his tummy; just the pouchy part that didn't fit in his polo shirt. the bubble had burst.

* eddie hadn't ever thought anything too bad about that little body of his up to this point, or the number of hairball potatoes it ran on. the bubble his mama had kept 'round him growing up had once been enough to keep magazines and pink tv comedies and even the gossiping of other moms in derry totally alien to him. to keep a body as only what carried your soul until it was all ready for heaven: two legs, hands, arms, a head, and right over the very core of it, a tummy.

* if you weren't careful with it, your body could carry not only your soul but a whole load of sins as well, eddies mama started telling him once his first semester had gotten well underway. it could carry chocolate ice cream and potato chips and strawberry lollipops, and now that he was getting older, almost old enough to be thinning out, sonia kaspbrak was getting obsessed with this. "you ask mrs. tozier how much sugar she puts in her cookies, for your ma, and i'll write it down here," she'd say, scratching down all his calories for that week as he took his sunday night bath. "too much, i'll bet. i'm surprised that boy of hers doesn't turn out sick as a dog...dontchu have anymore."

* eddies growth continued on that funny out-not-up path as his age got closer towards double digits and his mama's hostility towards it grew stranger, more strained. she'd never shout at him or smack him on the bum like she might if he broke something or grazed his knee, but sometimes she'd cry when she took his height and weight at the end of the month, and it was the worst thing ever.

* sonia never bought his clothes any sizes bigger either as her growin' boy was really starting to need, in fact, eddie sometimes had bad thoughts she might actually be getting them smaller. just so she could start crying all over again when eddie couldn't work out why his t-shirt sleeves were leaving little, sharp red ridges on his chunky arms, and keep on yapping at him, "what'd i tell you, eddie? what did your mama tell you?!"

- come swim class nearing middle school, when the boys grew rotten and smelt like Axe spray and their fathers' after-shave, he realized he didn’t want to take his shirt off anymore. the other boys’ metabolisms were hitting their peaks and eddie grew selfishly jealous of their tucked in stomachs and bony knees. it wasn’t like they hadn’t noticed either.

- “you’ve been fillin’ out, eddie! whatchu hidin’ in that bag of yours?! think we outta put a stop to this, huh?! would hate to have to tell your mother you’ve got some sorta food stash.” chad, the loudest of the bunch, would cackle. the echos in the locker rooms bounced ‘round with ‘fat’, ‘chubby’, and ‘someone grab his shirt!’.

- he’d never developed an eating disorder like the boys would crudely suggest, though. he’d miss his macaroni nights with mama and candy splurges filled with sour patch and fizzy pop rocks at richie’s house, the only place he was allowed those treats. he just felt pudgy. a bit too large in the belly, thighs forcing his speckled knees apart as he plopped down in the plastic staticky chairs at school, and shorts never quite making it up past his muffin top.

- when the coach introduced a mandatory ‘no shirt’ policy while swimming, eddie had hidden in the locker rooms, barricading himself behind a bench, his highlighter-yellow lunch pail, and his matching backpack in hopes they’d assume he’d gone to the nurse’s office or somewhere else “sick” boys resided. he’d cried harder than when he scraped his knees flying down Lily Pond Rd on his bike too fast. harder than when his pet rock went ‘missing’ and his mother was unusually complacent

- “ma, where’s mister pebble?!”, he’d cried from the top of their broken staircase railing. his mother hand fallen back into the wood and broken the damn thing right off the hinges.

- “keep looking, honey!” she’d called back, knowing fully well that googly-eyed rock was sitting on the bottom of their aluminum trash can. she couldn’t let eddie get too attached. she’d always been frightened of the idea of her baby eddie loving anything more than her. he had a delicate heart after all. the doctors said so.

* it was richie's tickly hands that managed to get him out from behind that bench, richie’s hands and two or three of those famous sugar cookies from his ma that eddie was starting to have bad dreams about. richie still liked to touch at that little pouch when they were eating their lunch at the end of the field, where none of the other boys would come and try and rope them into any of their mean games, and sometimes he'd sing silly songs while doing it.

* when eddie seemed too shy to play like this today, richie leaned close with mud on his lip and just told him very quietly, "i think i know your secret."

* "what are you talkin' about, nene?"

* "you know...what you were so upset about when the coach said you had to take your tee shirt off. and you don't have to spill any of the details 'cause i appre-shate it's top secret, but...i know you are a mermaid!"

* richie had put a lot of thought into this, funnily enough; he knew a lot about faeries, dragons, pixies, and unicorns- so much his mama had to make him do special breathing patterns and drink a glass of water when he started talking 'bout this with too much gusto - and mermaids apparently weren't all that different. "their skin is sparkly and nice to touch, they're good at all things, they're very kind and if they take off their clothes in the water their tails will spring right out," he'd explained, using eddie's tummy today as a rest for his big, green fairytale manual instead. even drew a couple gel pen mermaids on the freckles of it to show him, ‘cause he drew there a lot at their sleepovers to keep himself from fidgeting. usually cats or rocket ships. "s'a big no-no if you let all the humans know...kicked out of atlantis for good, bubba. so like i said, don't worry 'bout the details."

* and eddie’s heart had never healed so fast!

* richie's grand theory also came with a solution, too; a cherry-red swim shirt made of nice, clean lycra, presented to eddie with a wobbly flourish in maggie tozier's holiday drawer. turns out they went on lots of expensive beach holidays with richie's dad's paychecks, and even that richie tozier wasn't all that fond of taking his t-shirt off either, but for different reasons. he got bad eczema all over his middle and it left lots of itchy scars and pimples in the driest parts. "it's not a shirt shirt so i think it'll be allowed. keep your tail in too, i promise," he'd said, helping eddie slip it (half) past those soft love handles. there was a pretty glint in his eye that told eddie he was talking about much more than a 'tail'; that he knew it full well, too. only magic was a little bit easier than the truth just for now.

* "thanks, richie, i love you very much."

* "i love you triple-chocolate!"

* was a real shame richie couldn't have had the rest of their grade under that funny spell of his, however. the boys in eddie's gym class did not believe in magic, and if they ever could have, they certainly would not believe it would be anywhere near eddie kaspbrak's tum. no, that was something to giggle at, on a par with calling your teacher 'mom' or someone farting in an assembly. they took great pleasure in hiding and tugging and even forcing that swim shirt right back off over eddie's head at every nasty opportunity, making him cry into richie's funny raccoon sweater after the very next swim lesson all over again.

* "ch, ch, ch, they're lying, tiny...they don't mean it...ch, ch..."

* this would set a pattern for the rest of eddie's teenage years - getting a little bit of confidence and those bony-kneed boys in his grade knocking it back down again. his mother's guilting tears over the candy stashes tucked in his pillowcase and his not fitting in her handmade, hideously embarrassing halloween costumes were one thing, but this was a whole 'nother.

* like when he sometimes raced richie and his big shepherd dog called honey 'round the tozier’s backyard, and, although richie was the slowest runner in their grade, found himself at sixteen years old beating him quicker and quicker. quick enough to try out for track behind his mother's back and, god, even get in. needless to say, his teammates had taken one look at eddies tummy bouncin' left and right on his brand new track shorts' waistband through his sprints, and had given him hell. even when he'd proved himself far beyond the fastest.

- as he grew older, hitting crossfire with the track team, soccer coach, and even himself, a sadness started to boil up inside. right in the pit of his stomach. kept him from ever looking too long in those awfully long ‘body-mirrors’. he’d skip out on the Tozier’s neighborhood barbecues, fearful that richie might somehow convince him into the pool somehow. that one curly boy always had a way into eddie’s heart. felt like a glittery snake would wrapping ‘round his arteries and squeezing out so much love over his braces-filled smile. he was a sucker for richie, alright. and this persistent anxiety sucked. it just sucked. eddie often thought of that hopeless feeling as a bird. a gentle brown bird that was perched atop his right shoulder, singing directly into his ear. the songs were never as nice as the old birdie looked, often carrying thorny messages, reminding him to pull his shirt down and sit up straight, to suck in his breath and practice his exercises. and after a strenuous fight with ma, or perhaps a terrible test score, it’s nasty talons dug deeper. soon, it wasn’t a songbird anymore, but a pecking vulture, tapping at the very back of eddie’s head with a crooked beak and beady eyes. those nights were the worst.

- so, he’d often call richie.

- he was never one to beg for acceptance. that was something he knew was always earned. like some days he’d have to do double chores for his ma to stop playing her ‘ignoring game’ and maybe play a board game instead. something to reassure himself he wasn’t a floundering shadow at times. so, he always felt foolish pleading down the phone for richie to talk to him. but the taller boy never seemed to mind too much, always a mixture of sunshine, candy, and lispy braces as he whistled down the phone. it drowned the bird’s endless caws.

- “hi, richie. c-can you tell me that one- uh that one story again? about the angel and the goose, please?”

- the night would be spent under a makeshift fort built from a thin white sheet draped over his shiny headboard and hooked over his homework desk chair, home phone pressed against his ear and smile as wide as the atlantic ocean. the pair would be as sleepy as banana slugs the next morning, having stayed up well past a reasonable hour. but, it always made those awful thoughts whisk right out of eddie’s head and straight down the toilet. sometimes he’d wave down the drain after his nightly bathroom trips, imagining some of those awfully prickly thoughts rolling round and round the toilet bowl. he suspects that’s when he started loving richie. but yet again, he sometimes thinks he’s loved him forever.

- after richie and eddie had finally sputtered out confessions of painstakingly long-awaited love, hands clutching on to one another’s and hearts louder than drummer boys, things got a bit brighter for the boy made of sunshine.

#my girlfriend #chubby eddie kaspbrak #he's an angel #richie tozier #reddie #incredibly long perhaps maggie and i went off

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aglitchinemotion · 4 years

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Little Distractions

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Doctor?”

Doctor Savel sighed, glancing around his unit before collapsing handily onto a chair in front of the screen on the wall. Look at her go – she even took his coat for him, hung it up and everything. He should have signed up for an assistant ages ago. Holdren had three, the blessed fuck. Probably didn’t even have to scratch his own ass…

“Sir?”

He roused out of his thoughts and eyed the girl. No – unit, not girl. That was going to be tricky to get used to. He’d always worked around synths, before, of course – from the time he was a teenager, they’d been a part of his life. Scurrying about carrying things, cleaning, obedient little cogs to keep the Institute running smoothly.

But to have one staring at him as he did now, awaiting instruction…

A mischievous whim struck. “Actually, unit, why don’t you pop in a holotape for me?” He gestured vaguely to the collection on a shelf on the opposite wall. “Soirée en Provence. It’ll be at the front, there.”

“Yes, sir.” She busied herself immediately, and in a few short moments the lights were dimmed, the projector humming as tinny, overdone romantic music smoozed through the air. He caught her eye and pat the cushion on the pristine white couch beside him

She froze. “… Sir?”

“Come, come. Have a seat. You’ll want to see this.”

Was this the first time he was seeing her hesitate to obey an order? But obey she did, perching delicately at the edge of the cushion as though she expected to be swatted off at any moment, like a naughty dog. They trained them quick for subservience, didn’t they? Puzzling, how many still managed to go rogue.

They watched in silence. The view swam over a faded, flickering image of some mansion in a vineyard. An argument in French, between two men – one older, one younger. A young woman ran out of the manor doors and through the vividly purple fields outside, framed by a dazzling view of the countryside. The younger man followed, caught her up in her arms in a seeming fit of passion. At last, the camera focused on the young woman’s features.

D8-84 blinked, puzzled. A moment of staring, then her eyes went wide, face lighting up in excitement as she pointed. “She looks like me!”

“You look like her.” Bemused he corrected her, lounging more comfortably. “The production line is always looking for new faces and algorithms to emulate in the creation process. I suggested this actress. Darla Gable, was her name.”

“Darla…” She mulled on that, little brow furrowing. Her hand moved to her head, fingering her curls. “My hair isn’t long like hers.”

“No, no. Wouldn’t be very practical, would it?” He waved a dismissive hand. “Besides, her style’s a bit – traditional for my tastes. The pixie cut suits you.” He flashed her a winning smile before he realized he’d done it. Funny – it was so easy to talk to her. And that blush, why, that looked almost human enough to fool him. Had they programmed that in, an instinctive reaction to a compliment?

“Am I – like her, then?” She spoke hesitantly, glancing at the swooning, over-wrought woman on the screen. “Am I supposed to be?”

“Be terribly useless in the lab, wouldn’t it, if you fainted at every surprise?” He chuckled, taking up a bottle of scotch and a little glass from the endtable. “No, unit. Your looks are hers – your personality is all yours. Or, rather, ours, from the algorithms used to make you.” But did a synth even have personality, really? How much was programmed, how much learned?

Questions better left for her actual creators. But he couldn’t resist prodding. “Do you want to be like her?”

“I want…” She bit her lip. She bit her lip. Dammit, maybe requesting her model specifically was a mistake. Too cute by half. Going to be damn near impossible to concentrate on pH levels in soil samples around her. At last she straightened, voice gaining a note of certainty.

“I want to be useful.” A nod. “I know that.”

“Well said, unit.” There was that blush again. They continued to watch as the daughter, a young heiress of the vineyard, was torn between potential suitors – the older man her father had lined up, and the young rapscallion who pretended himself wealthy in a stolen suit. She spoke with a lilt, tilted her hips and fluttered her lashes, tempting and innocent both at once. He snickered and paused, then rewound the tape.

“Try it.”

“Sir?” D8 snapped out of her trance.

“That – thing Darla did. With her eyes, and the pose. Do you think you can do that, unit?”

The synth blinked, dumbfounded for a long moment. Poor thing – this was probably well outside the social parameters she’d been uploaded with so far, though he knew for a fact he wasn’t the only one who entertained these 3rd-gens as more than a walking computer, to fetch and carry and log in daily notes. He sat back. “Go on.”

A soft breath. Then, delicately, she moved – lowering one shoulder, angling her hips to push up her body, lifting that swan neck, and the eyes. He’d almost laugh, if it didn’t also send a little jolt through him. He really did have something unique on his hands here, didn’t he?

“Not bad, for a first try.” He gestured and she sat again, face still red. “Keep practicing, mn? You might have some of the other synths swooning, if you keep that up.” A flash of a grin. What a delight it was to make her look flustered like that.

A little distraction wasn’t such a bad thing.

#man apparently pancakes and bacon makes me prolific #writing

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neetpop · 4 years

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Ten Song Challenge

tagged by @witches--house :3

my name is mud - primus

waiting room - fugazi

hello - poe

christie rd - green day

kitty - presidents of the united states

europe endless - kraftwerk

eden - talk talk

catfish kate - pixies

the book i read - talking heads

mike’s pop song - r.e.m.

Tagging @rhozemerlyn especially because idk if you use tumblr anymore ^___^;

#tag game #me #.txt

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blankdblank · 5 years

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Anaticula Pt 38

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10 - Pt 11 - Pt 12 - Pt 13 - Pt 14 - Pt 15 - Pt 16 - Pt 17 - Pt 18 - Pt 19 - Pt 20 - Pt 21 - Pt 21b - Pt 22 - Pt 23 - Pt 24 - Pt 25 - Pt 26 - Pt 27 - Pt 28 - Pt 29 - Pt 30 - Pt 31 - Pt 33 - Pt 34 - Pt 35 - Pt 36 - Pt 37 -

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New Years again bled into the final ten days of the break before you were back to your normal classes and the creeping feeling that another challenge was coming up before the big Lake Task.

Wk 1

Match 1 - Beaux 1 – Ravenclaw

Evangelinne as Beater led her team up against the Ravenclaw team, which under Cho’s swift dive for the unnoticed snitch ended the match in what could have been the saving goal for Beaux 1.

Match 2 – Gryffindor - Beaux 3

Wk 2 brought up another double match on Saturday leading to Hogsmeade on the Sunday after.

Match 1 - Slytherin - Beaux 2

Match 2 - Durm 1 - Durm 2

This match especially stirring up a surprising palpable in home rivalry leaving the Krums on edge with their biggest competition from home. Your support seemed especially crucial and after you were Sebastian’s first stop to curl around until he wound down from the match.

By Hogsmeade though it had calmed down entirely and they were all ready for the next set of matches in the following week.

Wk 3

Match 1 - Durm 3 - Beaux 4

Match 2 – Hufflepuff - Durm 4

Another easy match for you came with more and more images and footage of your skills were captured. And sure enough with the semester of images already captured a full year opening issue was dedicated to the promising talent tucked away in Hogwarts with you three leading the way after a mention that Oliver had already been offered a spot on the Kenmare Kestrals stirring up speculation that soon for the retiring members on that same team could be easily replaced with a clearly capable team easy to mold together in time to pick up between seasons if need be. Of course all that led to more articles about you and Sebastian on how it would effect your relationship if pitted against one another.

Matching origami owls came floating down from the rafters while you and Cedric sat in Double Potions, right in the middle of a lecture Snape sighed and asked, “And just what is this test?”

You both shrugged and stood leaving your bags with the twins as Cedric said, “It says to meet in the Astronomy tower.”

Snape chortled, “No doubt if they trap you in it we should get a clear view of the tower collapsing.”

You smirked at him in return as Cedric chuckled and joined you in strolling around the desks and to the door. Again you joined up with the other Champions, all in the same confused state and following you two and Harry to the tower where in deed you were locked inside with labeled tables coated in random vials and open bottles of liquid you all looked over left you puzzled. Completely alone you eyed each of them then glanced at each other until a ripple of notes appeared in blue flames reading simply, ‘Pick your Poison’.

Narrowing your eyes at the selection you mumbled, “It all looks like poison.”

Cedric shrugged and he said, “Maybe we’re meant to choose the fastest?”

Fleur, “What good is choosing a poison?”

Vivi wet her lips and then said, “Well, if they are all poisons-,” her hand extended over the table and she lifted one only to shriek at the following burst of flames revealing a rare breed of horned lizard that extended its jaws joined by another for each of your tables, “I can’t kill that thing!” She promptly set the vial down only to be hurled out of the room in a high pitched shriek through the opening and slamming of the hatch in the floor.

Wetting your lips you eyed the table again while Lukas asked, “We have to kill a creature to score points?”

Cedric looked to you, “Wait, Jaqi, that’s not a lizard, is it?”

Viktor, “Clearly it is!”

You shook your head, “No, it’s a reptilian shape shifter that lives off of poisonous fungus, meaning,”

Harry, “We find its food?”

You nodded again and raised an oddly neon green vial of goopy liquid, “I believe this is Pixies’ Carnage.” Cedric and Harry promptly found their matching vials they all joined you in feeding to your lizards, all of whom giddily rippled and turned into what appeared to be baby hippos the other teens quickly copied. The Hippos all hopped off the tables chasing after the colored smoke filled bubbles that the tables exploded into. Up against the walls behind you until all the bubbles were gone you watched your Hippos in their feasting while colored numbers floated above them racking up leaving you baffled for their meaning until the hatch opened and the hippos climbed back into their cages. Climbing through the hatch you found Vivi in the hall still and shared the useless challenge.

Harry, “Hungry Hungry Hippos, they really made a challenge off of Hungry Hungry Hippos?”

You shrugged again, “Maybe they’re running out of ideas.” Back to your classes you went and shared the useless challenge making even Snape roll his eyes then promptly award you both 20 points for selecting the proper poison by look alone.

5th test – Poison

Viktor - 17

Sebastian - 18

Lukas - 16

Fleur - 19

Charlotte - 16

Vivi - 0

Cedric - 17

Jaqi - 18

Harry – 19

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Wk 4

Match 1 - Beaux 1 - Durm 2

Evangelinne again faced up against Durmstrang once again and managed to snag away a clear victory.

Match 2 - Gryffindor – Hufflepuff

Just barely you managed to get to bed the night before after you had gotten carried away on outlining another paper due in the following day. Though even in your exhausted state your steady offence and defense was unmatched by the younger team.

February reared its head and with it brought on the snow and the eagerness of the students for the mini Valentines mixer after yet another Durm/Beaux match.

Match 1 – Slyth – Rav

Match 2 – Durm 1 – Beaux 2

Krums vs Fleur

Wk 2

Match 1 – Beaux 4 – Durm 4

Match 2 – Beaux 3 – Durm 3

With the match over in the mixture of powder blue decorations paper hearts and confetti rained down on the couples in the Great Halls that was filled with sweets and little mailboxes looking like tiny cookoo clocks for each student for Valentines. Lost to the jealousy of your getting a great supply from the visiting males as well as your usual joke ones from Slytherin Sebastian moped for a few minutes until you reminded him of his own vast supply and gave him a firm peck on the cheek calming him down enough to steal a kiss on your lips and snuggle with you possessively for the rest of the evening.

Halfway asleep once again you were pulled from your beds and left to sit in empty classrooms across from a pair of people. A conversation was to be had and after you had determined which was the true one and which was the one under the Polyjuice disguise. One rambling sentence stemmed into two and finally the key words from a passing utterance in their visit the day prior sparked the clue for you all leading to a matching score of five for you all that freed you back to what little sleep you could manage.

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Wk 3

Match 1 – Beaux 1 – Beaux 4

Match 2 – Gryff – Durm 2

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The night of the 23rd came and under a clap of thunder in the Great Hall you sat in the empty room looking over a full spread of maps for all you could remember of the lake with Cedric upstairs going over a list of his own choices. Off in your own corners you had been sent by Minerva for whatever reason you trusted to be explained later. Harry of course had been clever enough to call dibs on the library he was sharing with Lukas, the pair of whom were scouring the shelves for any help at all. Curiously in seeing Harry’s collection of Herbology books Neville neared him and set a copy of Goshawks Guide to Herbology down, “You’d be better off with this one to start out.”

Harry nodded and continued to flip through his book, “Thanks, I’ll add it to the pile.”

Neville wet his lips, “Do you know there’s a Wizard in Nepal who’s growing gravity resistant trees?”

Harry glanced up with a sigh and shook his head, “No, I did not Neville. Though, for the dragons I got to use my broom, something simple, and now I’ll have to spend an hour under water, and for the life of me I can’t remember what that damn plant is the twins keep using. Could be a Tibetan Turnip for all these useless books tell me.”

Neville narrowed his eyes and shook his head, “I don’t know about any turnips, but I do know they use gillyweed.”

Harry, “Gillyweed?”

Neville nodded, “Ya, we’ve got a whole stash of it back home. I could bring you some tomorrow. Best leave it till right before to let it air out or you might drown.” He looked around and asked, “Why are you here alone?”

Harry shrugged, “McGonagall sent us all off alone. No telling why.”

Neville, “Well first thing I’ll fetch some for you, best to gather it in sunlight, put it in a nice jar and all.”

Harry chuckled and said, “Thank you, Neville.”

Neville sat down and asked, “So, I’ve been down there, it’s a clear shot to, well, everywhere, that can’t really be it, can it? I mean, there’s Merpeople, Grindylows, Kelpies, the Giant Squid, not even mentioning those odd lobster creatures. That can’t be it.”

Harry sighed and set his forehead down on the desk, “Haven’t the foggiest.”

Morning rolled around and in a row of boats you joined the other champions out to the filled towers in the middle of the vast lake packed with fellow students. Open mouthed Harry scanned over the Gryffindor tower and said, “Ron and Hermione aren’t here.”

Looking over to Ravenclaw you tapped Cedric’s arm, “Cho and Draco are missing too.”

Harry, “So we have to find them?”

Cedric, “Seems plausible.”

“Let’s just hope it’s not some underwater hide and seek game.” Wetting your lips you pulled your long sleeved emerald jersey tighter over your torso as your legs bounced in the chilly air due to your shorts over your bikini bottoms. In a shaky exhale you sat watching the smaller boat that split off yours carrying Harry off to the Gryffindor tower while Cedric reached up for the dangling ladder you would climb for the Hufflepuff tower as your own boat split off to the Slytheirn tower.

Fully confused for your place here you accepted a first year’s help up to the platform then looked around seeing even those with the greatest loathing for your blood traitor status welcomed you among their numbers while Snape stated, “It was believed to be best to have each Champion represent their own houses, and as you were first sorted to Slytherin Dumbledore accepted this trade.”

Crabbe quickly added, “Give ‘em hell.”

Goyle nodded, “Got ten Galleons on you.”

With a smirk you turned around as Barty inched closer to your side cockily teasing, “Only ten?”

Chuckling to yourself you spotted the other champions looking around until Percy standing in for sick Bartemis held his wand to his throat, “Today we are all here to witness the Second Task. Now as you have all surely ascertained from your eggs from the First task something has been taken from each of the Champions and they now have one hour to go and find it.” He glanced around saying, “Champions, on your marks,”

Pulling your jersey off over your head your swimsuit stunned those looking on in comparison to the one piece suits the females from Beauxbatons had chosen in their house colors. In a halter top style the top of your two piece swimsuit in a silver shade was comprised of woven strips that covered from your neck to your ribs on the front and showed more skin on your back around the cutout designs there of leaves. Those close enough could see bumps rising on your midriff and arms until eyes followed your fingertips adjusting the waistband of your emerald colored shorts and the wand holster strap on your arm.

The skin baring suit confused the other Headmasters, who had all advised their Champions to dress in more sensible suits while the guys wore full tank tops over their shorts. Barty claimed the jersey and all objections to your suit vanished as at the canon sounding you leapt off the platform and in an elegant front flip dive. Captured in a wave of flashes lips parted seeing the dazzling silvery blue tail sprouting from your now joined legs vanishing behind your torso into the water you now felt comfort from the frigid water. The transformation mid fall gave way for a picture perfect reaction photo of awe from the Pears tucked within your family in the crowds who were anxious to see how you would have faced this challenge.

Straight under the surface where you expected a clear path ahead under the murky water though all at once you were inside a sunken ship. Peering through the small round window you saw the giant jar the ship was trapped inside. Remembering Draco’s model ship phase you guessed you were in the Captain’s Quarters and after snagging a floating flag on your left you swam through the door you opened using your wand you drew from your arm sheath.

Room by room you glanced into each eyeing the various fish and octopi swimming around you in your search for more flags you made from a swaying bit of kelp you wove together a pouch you hung around your middle. Behind you a little wind up fish followed broadcasting your path to those above along with that of the other champions. A blasting charm freed you onto the deck where an Immobilizing charm stunned the skeleton army ready to attack you.

Glancing around you eyed the three more flags you added to the rest in your pouch before swimming up to the jar. On the other side of the glass you saw the maze of seaweed swaying and lurching from side to side in the circle of other sunken ships. Closing your eyes you zapped on the other side of the jar stunning the onlookers while your family cheered in the guest tower excited at the near impossible task of apparating underwater over the clear explosion they all had expected from you. After a glance at your watch you avoided the Grindylows that urged you to sink into the maze, inside which you were pulled into a treasure chest that opened sucking you through the chest that let you out in a clearing at the bottom of a ravine.

A deep sigh left your lips and grumbling under your breath you raced up the ravine ignoring the lobster creatures heading straight for the one place you hoped there was no enchantments. Straight off through the rocky deserted stretch ahead the Aurors who set up the course along with Albus questioned where you were headed as none of them had gone to that area for fear of the creatures there.

Faster and faster you raced until one creature crossed your path. A low reverberating bellow made the hearts of those looking on flinch until your arm outstretched and looped around the neck of the Hippocampus heading the herd in a racing path through their lands ending at the borders of the Mermaid Colony.

The familiar city grew in front of you and in an easy release you avoided the path of a Kelpie on its path to Lukas’ path and continued on seeing the Mermaids around the borders eyeing you carefully. In your approach you held your speed until a courtyard on the edge of the lands where you harvest your pearls held the bodies of nine people. Swimming a bit closer you mumbled to yourself, “Ok, Gabrielle, clearly for Fleur, those four, no clue who they are. Cleo, clearly not mine. Leaving, Ron, Hermione, Cho and Draco.”

A shriek in the distance had you inch closer saying, “If Cleo is for Seb then Hermi is for Viktor. Ron would be Harry’s and Cho is clearly Cedric’s.” A flick of your wand severed the rope holding Draco’s ankle and you swam closer giggling, “I could really ruin Ced’s day and steal Cho away.” Looping Draco’s arms around your neck you stretched his sleeves out you magically bonded then began the frantic swim up to the surface missing Sebastian’s entrance to the courtyard and glance up to you. In a quick motion in his Sea Serpent form he bit the rope and gently held his sister between his jaws for the swim up after you.

Harry entered next stumped between Hermione and Ron while Lukas’ and Charlotte’s people were sucked into chests under their feet that floated up to the surface joining Vivi’s. Cedric using a bubble charm after his own batch of gillyweed had worn off in the maze freed Cho and tapped his watch to urge Harry on. A near miss on his left had Harry avoiding Viktor in his partial shark form biting the rope under Hermione’s ankle to carry her up. Wetting his lips Harry refused to leave Gabrielle alone and after noticing he had already crossed over the hour mark he grabbed both her and Ron and made his way up to the surface.

From the moment your head broke the surface your body morphed back shifting your shorts from a skirt back to shorts over your bikini bottoms and in Draco’s stunned coughs you mentally formed a set of ice stairs up to the platform for the Champions stirring up another wave of photos. At your side he shivered in the cold in his wet clothes until the hot jet of air your wand let out dried and warmed him for the trot up as you dried and warmed yourself.

Up the steps behind you as you accepted the blanket from Minerva on the platform you watched Cleo clamber up the steps while Sebastian shifted back and crawled up after her, both of whom thanked you for drying and warming them and gladly snuggled with you after Sebastian had extended your blanket. Already on the platform were the Beauxbaton girls and Lukas, all warming up themselves after having been drug up to the surface by various creatures set in their paths.

“Miss Black, leading the others using a mermaid form, and a superb use of apparition underwater clearly came in the lead.

Sebastian clearly in second with his Sea Serpent form.

Where Harry Potter would have made third, he outlasted the hour for his concern that all the hostages were safely released. We have agreed to grant him an extra seven points for outstanding moral fiber.”

Ron chortled as Harry scoffed to himself, “Moral fiber, eh?”

Ron, “Blimey, even when it goes wrong it turns out right.”

“Cedric Diggory comes in third for his innate command of the bubble head charm.

Behind him came Viktor Krum, who took a partial shark form yet overstayed the time.”

Your score was leading the pack, a full 20 for all ten flags and ten for beating the hour and rescuing your person. Sebastian was behind you with a matching 20. Cedric was behind him at 19 contently dry on your empty side with Cho huddled with him under his blanket still slightly startled at waking up in the lake. Viktor broke the surface and helped Hermione up your steps to the blankets accepting his solid 10 at breaking the hour mark.

Harry was left and peering down under the surface you spotted the Grindylows swarming until Harry shot up out of the water and landed hard after having sent Ron and Gabrielle up ahead of him in the swarm. Accepting his 10 he coughed and sputtered as you all warmed and dried him after Fleur had hugged and peppered his cheeks with a pair of kisses in gratitude for his rescuing her sister.

For those drug to the surface Fleur had the lead with 7, Vivi was next with 6, Charlotte after her with 5 and Lukas in the rear with 4 after his creature had stolen him in his reach for another. Alongside the team of judges, including Percy all agreed on the scores after having tallied your flags and shared them with all looking on before you all hurried back to your own boats to head back for the promised cocoa waiting for you back in the Great Hall.

A figure strolling against the crowd brought Bartemis Sr into your path. Straight to your side looking on at Harry he stopped in front of you drawing the eye of a group of Professors who quickened their paces.

Bartemis, “A fine achievement.”

At his direct eye contact to Harry he answered, “Thank you.”

Bartemis, “Well done, boy.”

Continuing on Bathilda said, “See you at the castle, Harry.”

Harry nodded at her with a grin, Bartemis said, “I'm sorry we haven't spoken. After all, your story is one I've heard so many times. Quite remarkable, really. Tragic, of course...to lose one's family. Never whole again, are we?” By now the Professors were off to the side confused as to why he was saying this, especially without saying anything to you. “Still, life goes on...and here we stand. I'm sure your parents would be very proud of you today, Potter.”

Alastor moved closer patting your shoulder with his hand, “Bartemis! Not trying to lure Potter into one of the Ministry's summer internships, are we? The last boy who went into the Department of Mysteries never came out!”

Bartemis’ face dropped as Harry shook his head saying, “I don’t want an internship.”

His eyes then turned to you and then back to Alastor as you nudged Harry forward saying, “We thought you were sick, glad to see you could make it.”

Alastor patted his shoulder and joined Barty in escorting you back to the castle while Bartemis continued on to speak with Dumbledore.

To the scoreboard along the wall you read the final scores so far,

Viktor – 80, Sebastian – 97, Lukas – 69

Fleur – 77, Charlotte – 70, Vivi – 54

Cedric – 94, Jaqi – 107, Harry – 67

Clearly in the lead you only held by a mere 10 points over Sebastian, who only held his lead over Cedric by a measly three points for the top three. The others aimed to do better in the smaller challenges, of which supposedly would grow more complicated and allow more room for growth in points for those lagging behind meaning the visiting students were upping their study lessons in hopes that they could be ready for anything.

A stolen few moments with your families came to an end as the cocoa ran out sending them all to Hogsmeade or home again freeing you to all change and go to your common rooms for your houses conversations on how you had done compared to others while you snacked some more. Until you inevitably fell asleep on the couch with Cedric drooping over onto your side in his own nap captured for the next weeks paper.

“Mr. Crouch? You are certain it is him?” Fudge asked.

Dumbledore, “A man has died here, Fudge. And he won't be the last. You must take action.”

Fudge, “I will not. In times like these, the wizard world looks to its leaders for strength, Dumbledore!”

Dumbledore, “Then for once show them some!”

Fudge, “The Triwizard Tournament will not be canceled. I will not be seen as a coward!”

Dumbledore, “A true leader does what is right, no matter what others think.”

Fudge, “What did you say to me?”

Closed up in your dorms in the early morning you all shared hushed conversations until the news was finally broken to you that Bartemis Sr was found dead in Hogsmeade. Clearly Dumbledore had no need to question Barty as when it had happened he was with you, Snape, Alastor and Minerva discussing what the next challenge might bring well into the night with lists on all the ‘hints’ they had picked up from Aurors along the way.

Unable to sleep Harry found his way up to the Headmaster’s office knowing full well even you were troubled by the death so close to school grounds. A knock went unanswered and through the office he strolled finding it dim with only the light of a glowing mirrored stand of a liquid with a silvery mist inside it.

At the door closing behind him Harry flinched and turned to see Dumbledore now in his office, “Curiosity is not a sin, Harry. But you should exercise caution. It's a Pensieve. Very useful if, like me, you find your mind a wee bit stretched. It allows me to see once more things I've already seen. You see, Harry, I have searched and searched for something... some small detail...something I might have overlooked...something that would explain why these terrible things have happened. Every time I get close to an answer, it slips away. It's maddening.”

Harry, “About Voldemort sir?”

Dumbledore, “Yes, why do you ask?”

Harry, “It's just that I...I had a dream about him. It was in the summer, before school. In the dream, I was in a house. And Voldemort was there, only he wasn 't quite human. And Wormtail was there too. And someone else i don't know.”

Dumbledore, “Have there been others like this dream?”

Harry, “Yes. Always the same one.” After a pause he asked, “Sir, these dreams...what I see, you don't think it's actually happening, do you?”

Dumbledore, “I think it's unwise for you to linger over these dreams, Harry. I think it's best if you simply...cast them away.” Without the answer he had hoped for Harry returned to his dorm with more questions than answers, especially about Dumbledore dismissing his concern about his dreams.

“It’s a sign Severus!” Around the corner you strolled on your rounds in the lower floors only to pause finding Karkaroff and Snape in his storeroom with Karkaroff revealing his Dark Mark tattoo he promptly covered when he saw you.

Snape pushed Karkaroff away from his path through the door to ask you, “It appears I am missing lace wing flies and boomslang skin.”

Your eyes narrowed and you shook your head puzzling Igor, “Couldn’t be the trio they swore it off after what happened last time. And I can’t imagine who it would be, maybe one of the Aurors?”

Snape nodded, “I will have a word with them to keep their hands out of my store room.” His eyes however followed your glance to Karkaroff who was now smirking at you.

Thickly he said, “So interesting to see you so under her heel Severus. With a past like yours to kneel for a child.”

Before Karkaroff could answer you replied in Parseltongue, “As if a coward like you could ever fathom the truth.” By the third word he was gripping his forearm and groaning in pain at his burning mark. When you had stopped talking his eyes raised to you widely with his mouth agape as you said plainly at him in his hunched position, “I would advise caution in showing off that mark of yours while we’ve got an unexplained murder so near to the school, unless you find yourself so eager to return to Azkaban. Trust me when I say Fudge could care less as long as the fear has a name to blot out and forget.”

Smirking to himself Snape watched as you returned to your rounds then looked to Igor and pulled him up and pushed him out of his store room he locked behind him, “You really are an idiot Igor.”

Behind him Igor followed, “And just how did she learn to do that?!”

Snape turned grabbing Igor by the collar to slam him against the wall inside his classroom he locked behind them, “That child, as you affectionately named her, knows where the Dark Lord is.” Igor’s mouth fell open, “And is facilitating his return to power. Now either you can fall in line and show her the respect she deserves or trust me when I say she will not be kind in speaking up in your favor when the unloyal are questioned for after his fall.”

Pt 39

#Lake Task

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themiddlelayer · 5 years

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Ooey-Gooey

This feels chemical. That’s the only explanation for this sudden onset of the crazy. My weekend was fucking amazing!

Java Bear drove down after work on Friday and curled up in bed with me. We didn’t sleep much but spent a few hours in bed together in the early morning just talking and cuddling. We got up before MM and went to breakfast. I didn’t want to just go back to the house so we walked around the mall and talked more before MM left to go to Phoenix. He went to a poly meet and greet last night then had coffee/lunch with Cosplay Chick today.

Java Bear had snapped a selfie of the two of us at breakfast and reiterated his interest in future, long-term things with me along with the preface that he didn’t want to push or pressure me into anything and that we would move at my pace. I fall for him a little more when he says things like that. He had made a remark about sharing the picture of us in the poly group and I decided to give MM a head’s up that I decided that I was ready to make it official with Java Bear. We were on my bed when I said, So… are you going to post that picture with your new girlfriend or not? It didn’t seem to really click until I said, Yes, I used that word deliberately. He lit up like a Christmas tree which only made me warmer and gooier inside.

It was then that he looked me in the eye with a big smile on his face and said “the words.” I am in love with you. And that had been prefaced with him saying that he didn’t expect me to say it back but that he’d been wanting so say it for some time. We spent the afternoon in bed before his ‘bestie date’ with a good friend of his who happens to live out in my neighborhood. It was an afternoon of, frankly, some of the best sex I’ve ever had. Oh, and I was wrong about his age- he’s a full 8 years younger than me. I’m absolutely glowing still.

After his dinner thing he came back to my house and we watched the latest “Grey’s Anatomy” curled up on the couch over ice cream. We both slept really well and lazed in bed until after 10am when we got up to do coffee and breakfast. We had a 3rd round of amazing sex before he left this afternoon. The words had been on the tip of my tongue for the last week, but it was when we were fully dressed, and he was talking about a different approach to antibiotic use and fighting the superbugs that have been emerging that the dam broke. I looked up at him as he was getting dressed… me in my fuzzy onesie sprawled across the bed and said, “I am so in love with you.”

Java Bear left and I pushed myself to be a responsible adult instead of just laying down for a happy nap. I made egg sandwiches for MM, washed the sheets again, made myself real food then did some reading in the book about codependency that MM is also reading. I also made the decision to take Nomad’s things out of the drawer under the bed and put it up in my office closet. I had the journal he bought me for my birthday, the Christmas stocking they got me and the necklace he got me for Christmas all wrapped up in his college sweatshirt. That was another wave of grief washing over my bliss.

By the time MM got home from Phoenix I was showered, medicated and sitting here with my laptop in bed. He asked to come in and sat beside me holding my hand while he talked about his weekend. He met another chick at the meet and greet who he was really interested in, but she wasn’t willing to “get in line” for him. She had driven him back to the hotel and there were “kisses” but she said that she would reserve making other plans with him until after his coffee date with Cosplay Chick. On top of that, he posted/tagged Pixie in a “who makes you smile” post today. He still considers me his primary and now he’s got Pixie, and Cosplay Chick (apparently) and he’d initially said that 3 would be too much but now he’s torn and really wants to keep chatting with the other chick from the meet & greet. It was hard, but it’s helping me accept that this is where we are and who we are now. We are family. Best friends. Partners. But not husband and wife like we once were.

Java Bear is having dinner with cosplay chick tonight. Apparently MM made such an impression during their coffee/lunch date that she wanted to talk to Java Bear and find out what he knows about MM. The sweetest part was that Java Bear messaged me asking if I would mind if he had dinner with her. They were involved at one point and he has been upfront about his interest in possibly dating her but he made clear again that he is closed to female partners right now so that he can enjoy the time with me and Olive. Feeling like this absolutely terrifies me. I feel crazy. I’m having cravings for sex like I’ve never had before and getting that ‘needy girlfriend’ feeling just now when I saw a comment he made about PM’ing someone in the poly group. This is what I was afraid of, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling any longer.

He’s home from dinner now and we are chatting a bit. I miss him. All of him. Fuck this is scary.

#falling #greiving #growing pains #bliss #the words #ooeygooey #desire #im hugry

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lonedailydoodle · 5 years

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Daily Doodle 242 – December 14, 2018

Wow, what a long day.. It started a bit messy, but it got a bit more active afterwards with roller-skating, pizza and screaming at ice cubes

The rest was just watching cars late at night before tiredly going home.. phew.. I’ll need sleep

Today I woke up very early and quickly got ready to leave. I left to Pixie’s house, encountered traffic on the way there, got to his house and then promptly left to the city’s collectorship a few minutes later, luckily finding parking as we were gonna pay Pixie’s parking ticket

Pixie thought he could pay it without presenting the physical copy, but that was a no-no, so we left back home

We came back with the copy, luckily parking near the same spot as last time as it was still available. They then told him it would cost even more than what the estimates told him because “He took too long” which was a lie.. but we weren’t gonna dispute it, at least this time

We left and refueled my car, Pix got some money and deposited it at his bank, but it turned out it wasn’t enough, so he left back home to get more money and try again. We then left to the collectorship and had to make a line to pay

After that, we left to a Taco Bell to get food for Pix, then go home. I ate leftover Chinese food and then we spent a long couple of hours just hanging out at the house. I was amazed at Pixie’s roller-skating skills too when he started skating outside.. How does he even manage to balance himself!? Last time I roller-skated, I couldn’t stay still!!

Anyways, we waited for some friends to come out of school. Made hot chocolate with whipped cream and watched a Doctor Who episode, cuddling lots

After so, we left to the school in the afternoon to pick up those friends and then leave to deposit some money in my bank they paid in advance for a pizza we were gonna get

Got to the pizzeria and ordered, it was full of students, but we stayed as we were already there. Got the pizza but then Pix and I had a little argument over who went over to switch a drink type I was dumb and ordered without consulting Pixie. We all have social anxiety, but a friend of us went and changed it for us.. We then continued eating

After eating, we all got some dollar machine goo and left to drop off one of those friends at their house, then drop off the other near Pixie’s house

I then hung out at Pixie’s house, just spending the time before working on some noise issue in Wilson’s engine. We thought we fixed it but it came back, we still don’t know.. It just shows up when revving hard and during a cold start

We cruised around the city with Wilson regardless of the noise at times, took some pics and then got home again, seeing a DeLorean with full Back To The Future modifications on the way back

Spent a couple of hours in the room, cuddling and then messing with each other with an ice cube, it was hilarious!

There was a surprise car meet tonight, so we got ready and left to get Pixie some KFC food before leaving to pick up a friend in a very rural mountain town west of the city, then head out, refueling again on the way to the car meet. We sadly had to take my car cuz of a 3rd person in the car and cuz Wilson was a risk to drive this far.. If only it had a highway toll sticker..

Anyways, the meet seemed.. very boring this time. Not much happened and the cars were only slightly interesting, nothing stood out much. I had more fun just talking with our friends there before we started leaving at midnight

Picked up some Burger King food for our friend and then left to his house, dropping him off then heading to Pixie’s. He napped a bit on the way there as he was so tired, once home we quickly kissed, and I left home, feeling really sleepy in the way

Once home, I quickly got to fixing my Google Maps Timeline, then writing up some doodle notes to finish up tomorrow.. so tired

#daily doodle 2018 #daily doodle #doodle #furry #art #jeany545 daily doodle

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jayankles · 6 years

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Big Bag of Dicks

Pairing: Jensen x Twin Sister!Reader

Word Count: 2137

A/N – This is my submission for three challenges. 1St – for @roxyspearing who graciously gave me an extension with this #roxy’s spn quote challenge with the quote ‘You’re my brother, and I love you, but you are a great big bag of dicks.’ 2nd is for @queen-of-deans-booty #Jordan’s 2K Fluff Challenge with the prompt wrapping gifts. 3rd is for @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms #karissa’sgiffollowerchallenge which is the gif below the cut

You knew this was a bad idea! You should have known what he was going to do but you still let him come on this shopping trip with you!

All your life you had known that he was a little shit.

Even when you shared your mother's womb, he would kick the living daylights out of you.

And of course he had to kick you so he could get out first, something he'd brag about still.

Spinning on your heel, you caught him doing the exact same thing you told him not to do a few moments ago.

He was a fucking pain in the ass.

‘Would you fucking stop!’ Exasperated, you punched him as hard as you could in the shoulder.

‘I don't know what your talking about.’ Jensen said, a smug grin on his face. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

Groaning, you threw your head back and looked to the ceiling of the supermarket.

‘Jensen, you’re my brother, and I love you, but you are a great big bag of dicks.’ Pointing a finger at him, you told him that this was not the day to get on your nerves even more. You were already stress that it was December now and you still hadn't bought a present for your mom and dad.

‘Oh lighten up, Y/N/N. I'm just having some fun.’ He tried to reason but it still wasn't working with you. You were pissed and he wasn't making things better.

‘It's all fun and games for you but this is serious for me. This is the only time where I don't have to go into work and spending the day with you guys because my boss is an add. I don't need to add you to that list too.’

You just needed him to stop throwing unnecessary items into your shopping cart. God he was an ass.

You loved him but he was an ass and pushed you to the absolute limit, it didn't help that you were already behind schedule on buying and wrapping gifts.

You knew exactly what to get. Your father had been moaning and groaning about his watch being ‘a stupid, non working piece of metal.’ Your mother, on the other hand, was one that you could make. She usually complains about all of her children, and grandchildren, not being with her all the time. The scrapbook you hoped to make her would help her see that she was an amazing woman and that although her children weren't in the same room at the same time, they would always love her and be there with her, be there for her. You had all the images cut out and ready for her scrapbook, you just needed to find the perfect one for her. Your brother definitely wasn't making it easier, throwing every other food item and artsy stuff into the cart you were pushing.

You were stressed and pissed. Not a good combination when you want Christmas to be perfect.

Was it to much to ask?

Finally, Jensen got the hint; a nose flare and scowl later.

He took the items, that weren't on your list, out of the cart and apologised profusely, seeing that you were close to a breakdown enough to bring you to tears.

At first it was funny, you had to hand it to him but continuously doing it drove you insane.

‘What's next on the list, Sis.’

You scoured the list, all consisting in your scribbles and crossed out items that you had thrown in there already.

‘Um, we still gotta get the veggies, the turkey, the um- the five bird roast that me, you, Pops and Birdie love.’ You pointed a finger to the ceiling before pointing it at your twin brother. ‘Oh that reminds me what do I get for Dani - do you guys need more baby clothes or can I just offer my assistance as the cool aunt slash babysitter.’

Smiling, you hoped that it was enough but were willing to do anything to make your sister in law happy.

He waggled his own finger at you, a lopsided grin, ‘uh uh uh, you’re not getting out of it that easily. You’ll babysit whether you like it or not, Y/N/N. She has been eyeing a dress for quite some time. I would have got it but I’m planning on gifting her another thing. This way you have a present to give her and she’ll think you’re a mind reader but you’ll know that I’m a great husband and listener.’

‘Didn’t I have to tell you three times to stop being a pain in the ass? You’re not that great of a listener.’ You laughed at him as he looked as if he had been punched in the gut.

One week later

A knock at your bedroom door sounded and you rushed up from the floor, watching your step, to make it to the door.

‘Wait!’ The door handle began to open. ‘You’re not allowed to come in. There is a sign on the door!’

‘You don’t even know who it is.’ The voice sounded and you rolled your eyes.

‘You idiot, I do now and I’m wrapping presents, yours included, Jay.’

You knew you should have locked the door the moment he wiggled it again.

‘Jay, I swear to god would you please just stop. I’m trying to do something nice for you and if you ruin it, I will kick you where it hurts most, I will hack your twitter, I will reveal secrets not even mom knows. Do not test me!’

‘You promised me you wouldn’t, we twin shook on it.’ He whined through the door, you could literally see the pout on his face now.

‘Yes I did. But if you try to open this door, mom will know what happened when we were seven and you won’t get any of the gifts I have got for you.’

He was silent and you were sure that Jensen was thinking about what you had said, he was only a few seconds away from giving you an answer.

You knew him well enough, you hoped.

‘Can you at least give me a clue? Then I’ll go.’

‘Nope but you’ll love it.’

‘Fine.’

You quickly opened the door and pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘Thank you,’ you squealed before shutting the door again, effectively shutting him and the rest of your family out of your room.

Terrible, you were terrible at wrapping gifts, no matter how many times you had tried, it never worked out well for you. The triple rolled and poorly taped gifts would have to do for now. You just hoped that your family would appreciated your hard work.

Christmas Morning

Grunting awake, you lurched upwards, a heavy weight on your stomach.

‘Aunt Y/N/N. Aunt Y/N/N. Wake up! It’s CHRISTMAS!’ Your enthusiastic niece, JJ, squealed in your face.

‘Justice,’ you whined with an exaggerated pout, tucking her dirty blonde hair behind her little pixie ears, ‘please, my sweet girl, five more minutes.’

She huffed, her big brown eyes, which she inherited from her mother, growing even wider. Dammit, why did she have to be so cute? ‘But Y/N, when you say five minutes you don’t mean it. You want longer and daddy said I could have candy if I woke you up.’

‘Jay, did daddy put you up to this?’

Her eyes quickly averted and buried her face in your neck, ‘no.’

‘Uh huh. Tell you what...’

‘What?’ She slightly lifted her head so that you knew she was listening.

Shaking your head at her, you reached over your bedside table and grabbed your phone. ‘How about I lay with my best girl for another ten minutes, huh? We hardly ever get to do this anymore, please Justice.’

‘’kay.’ Thank god it was that simple. ‘Just ten more minutes.’

Setting the timer – to twenty minutes but she shall never know – you put it back on your nightstand and fell back onto the bed, your arm now thrown over the little girl as you snuggled against each other and got just a little more sleep.

A mere five seconds after you closed your eyes, the alarm on your phone went off, you had no excuse for the little Jaybird now.

After silencing the phone, you turned your head to see brown eyes and a smile already wide and greeting you. ‘That took forever.’

You deflated a little. ‘Did you not wanna spend time with Aunt Y/N/N?’

‘I did! But Santa came last night.’ She was bouncing now, on her knees and tapping your palms against your stomach. ‘Can we please go wake the others and open them? Please?’

‘I don’t know,’ your voice a little high as you sung. ‘Do you love me?’

She giggled, gripping your pajama top in her little fists and nodding excitingly. ‘Yeah!’

You tapped your cheek, ‘gotta give me some lovin’, Jay.’

As quickly as you had said it, she wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed your cheek then moved to the other side to repeat the action. ‘Love you.’

Finally, you both got out of bed but she refused to let you go so you carried her to the family room where the rest of your large family were.

‘Hey, look who’s finally up!’ Your twin teased, munching on his cookie, a traditional christmas morning cookie and by the looks of the almost empty plate and the crumbs that coated the corners of his mouth, something was telling you that it wasn’t his first one.

‘Shut up.’ You said to him before you took two cookies. Bouncing JJ on your hip, you handed her a cookie and tapped them together in a ‘cheers’ action. ‘You wanna see what Santa got for you?’

‘Duh!’ She giggled and you immediately looked at her father.

‘Oh yeah, totally your kid.’

JJ wiggled out of your hold, sitting cross legged next to the tree, offering various poses – a range of cute smiles and smirks just like her daddy – at the phone Danneel pointed at her. You went to go sit on the fossil grey armchair, tucking your legs under yourself, resting the cerulean blue cushion in your lap.

‘Dani, gimme the phone and you and Jay can get in the picture too.’

You had the perfect angle from where you were sat, from top to tip the decorated tree fit in the frame, the family of three – soon to be four – picture perfect smiles on their faces.

Jared, Gen, Tom and Shep came over to the house not to long after. Finally, all the children were able to open their presents along with the rest of the adults. You just hoped that everyone liked what you got or made for them.

Even you were excited to open your gifts. Your mom knitted you a thick, warm scarf. Your dad brought you two leather bound journals, The Princess Bride DVD and tickets behind the dugouts to see the Dallas Cowboys. You thanked them both, kissing your mom on the cheek and high fiving your dad.

Danneel loved the dress you got for her, you told her in the card you wrote that it was Jensen’s idea. I wasn’t her only present though, you picked up three of the same sized packages handing them to Jensen, Danneel and JJ, telling them to open them all at the same time.

You smiled in anticipation as they opened their gifts, the colour of the decoration the same sky blue with speckles of gold splattered on them.

‘What is it?’

‘They’re sound waves. Forever ago, I asked all three of you if I could record your voices. I told you all to say I love you. Jensen’s necklace has Dani’s and Jaybird’s, Dani’s has Jay’s and Jaybird’s and JJ’s has her mommy and daddy’s.’ You scratched at the back of your neck. ‘It’s not much but I just hoped that it would-’

Jensen interrupted you, smothering you with a big ole bear hug, one of your favourite hugs.

‘They are perfect, thank you.’

The mug he got you customised with his face on it could never compare to the thought you had put into the gift that you had got for his little family.

He thought your reaction was priceless enough to throw his head back, his action a whole body laugh that turned into a giggle.

It was a good job Jensen and the rest of Jared’s family had pitched in to getting you a fancy camera and those fairy lights so that you could hang it in your bedroom back at home. The piece of thread you had hanging from your walls a little bare. Jensen would just have to make sure that there was enough memories made to fill the strings.

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Freckle Distribution in Gyne Fairies

If a Fairy or Pixie baby consumes a significant amount of jelly (any kind of jelly) before they shed their exoskeleton, they will develop into a gyne: the queen bees of Fairy World. All gynes show facial spots (freckles). The majority show neck and shoulder freckles too.

There is some range in freckle distribution, so certain patterns run in families. Notably, the Fairywinkle family carries the gene for lateral spots. Freckle distribution WITHIN the above areas can also vary:

TERMS

Locations - (Labeled in first picture)

Dusting - Number of freckles; how concentrated they are in one location

Heavy dusting - Lots of highly concentrated freckles

Light dusting - A small amount of scattered freckles

- H.P. has an average dusting of freckles on his face. He has a heavy dusting on his upper arms and a light dusting on the backs of his shoulders.

- Longwood has a heavy dusting on his face, upper arms, AND shoulders.

- Poof has a light dusting on his face, average on his chest, and heavy on his forearms. He shows lateral spots.

TRIVIA

Gynes are the queen bees of Fairy World. They’re larger and produce the strongest pheromones, making them highly attractive to potential mates and drone Fairies. The dominant gyne in the area produces pheromones that completely suppress the fertility of subordinate gynes.

Since male Fairies give birth in FOP canon, only males can develop into gynes. Some male Fairies develop into drones instead (who are more like worker bees despite the name “drone”).

The term for a Fairy who is not a gyne or a drone is kabouter. The majority of the Fairy population are kabouters. Almost all pixies are drones with a small handful of gynes.

There are two types of gynes: dominant and subordinate. There can only be one dominant gyne in an area because his pheromones suppress the pheromones of other gynes. Subordinate gynes are infertile until they leave or challenge the dominant gyne.

Symmetrical freckle patterns are considered more attractive.

Gyne freckles can range in color between pink, red, orange, brown, and black. Pixie freckles are more red. Poof’s are more brown. Freckles darken with age. They are darkest during adulthood (peak of fertility) and lighten again later in life. THIS pixie reference sheet shows Longwood’s dark freckles and H.P.’s light ones.

The Anti-Fairy counterpart of a gyne is called a pilot. The Refracted counterpart is called a plume. They show the same freckle distributions as their counterpart.

Pilots are born with black facial stripes (i.e. Foop’s facial hair). Plumes are born with two long blue plumes that curl like ribbons from their hair.

Since Pixies are genetically identical, no pixie will ever show freckles far down the chest, up to the wrists, or down the sides.

Saying someone was “born a gyne” is technically incorrect.

In my final FOP ‘fic, Devil’s Backbone, Foop makes the connection between jelly and gyne development. Until that point, everyone assumed gynes were born randomly, but were more likely to be born to gyne or drone fathers than kabouter fathers.

Related: Fairy Class Overview || Pixie Class Overview

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Christmas - Tom Holland

Word count: 2559

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A/N: Someone requested this, and it was what i had in mind for my Christmas special, so i decided to do it!

It is so heavily based on my family traditions. So to the Danes, i’m really sorry if i messed up on some of it, but I’m only an expert on my own traditions! This is kind of how i imagine it would be like, to bring a not danish guy home for Christmas! So Merry Christmas and happy New year!

“Welcome home love” You mum said as she opened the door for you and Tom. She quickly pulled you into a hug, before looking at Tom. “And Tom. It’s great to have you here”

“It’s great to be here, Mrs l/n” Tom said politely, as he also got pulled into a hug.

“Come on in! We’re about to start decorating the Christmas tree. We’ve been waiting for you two to show up” You mum hurried you into the living room, where you found your siblings. You greeted them, and Tom kept in the background. He had met your parents, but never your siblings. He wanted to make a good impression.

“So, this is the lover boy, huh? Thomas, right?” You sister greeted him, with a smug smile. If you knew your siblings right, they were going to scare him, just like you had done so many times before with your siblings’ friends.

“Yeah. And Tom is fine. I usually just use Tom. It’s a pleasure to meet you” Tom said, smiling kindly.

“So… Tom. You are dating out baby sister. I’m just pointing out, that the sentence for murder in Denmark, isn’t that long, so if you don’t take care of her, I will take care of you Your brother said dead serious, causing you to glare at him. “But welcome to the family!” Your brother said happily, as he pulled a confused Tom into a hug.

“I am. And I will. She’s the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, so I’m not going to risk losing her. Even if it means spending Christmas in Denmark” Tom answered happily, as he gave your blushing cheek a kiss.

“Before the two of you get all lovey dovely, we need to decorate the tree. Mom is making… Risengrød” Your sister commented, as she looked at Tom. “Eh, rice porridge. Pudding? Does it even have a translation?”

“I don’t think so? I think it’s pretty Danish” You said, uncertain. “It’s like a porridge, made of rice. You boil the rice in milk, and then we eat it with butter and cinnamon with sugar. We also pour this fruity drink in the bowl, when we eat it” You tried to explain to Tom, but you realised how crazy it must’ve sounded to him.

“So, is that the dessert?” Tom asked with frowned eyebrows.

“Kinda. But in our family, we eat it for dinner, on the 23rd. It’s a tradition. Just like how the air balloon is the first thing to go on the tree!” You said, grabbing the pixy in an air balloon, and putting it on the tree. It was beautifully embedded with small glass pearls.

“Is that one more special than the others?” Tom asked, as he started taking some of the other items up from the box.

“Yeah. When our parents first got this house, and they spent their first Christmas here, they didn’t have any stuff for the tree. They made everything from paper, so it was just all white. The air balloon was the first thing they got, and the first coloured thing on the tree” You explained, as you all started decorating the tree. It didn’t take long before the tree was decorated, and you stepped back as your sister put the last ornament on it.

“And then we just need the star” She said, as she gave the star to your brother. He was the tallest in the family, so he always got to put the star on the top.

“Don’t we need to turn it on as well?” Tom asked, as your brother placed the star safely on the top.

“No. We turn it on tomorrow, after dinner” You sister said, as your dad started setting the table.

“So. Tom. What do you do? What do you study?” Your dad asked. Your parents had only met Tom a couple of times, and only very briefly. You had never really told them about the fact the he was an actor, but you had hinted it a lot of times. You had even been on a couple of gossip magazines.

“I am an actor, so I don’t study anything” Tom answered, as he started helping your dad setting the table, like the gentleman he is.

“Yeah dad. Y/n’s boyfriend is famous. How did you think she met all of those big actors? You don’t just run into Robert Downey Junior or Chris Hemsworth in London” Your sister looked at your dad surprised.

“So, you’re a successful actor then? In movies? Any movies I know of?” Your dad kept asking, making you roll your eyes.

“He plays Spider-Man. I sent you a picture of him. In his spider suit. I’ve sent you a picture, of him. In a magazine. In his spider suit!” You said with a laugh.

“I thought he just had a really good costume! Spider-Man is your favourite hero, so I thought he just had a really good costume, because you like it. But of course. If anyone is going to date their childhood crush, it has to be you” Your dad smiled, as your mom came in with the risengrød.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell us Tom is an actor? And a big one too!” Your mother said, as everyone took their seats.

“Because you would judge him based on that. And you would interrogate him with whatever stuff google tells you! Besides, we’ve watched two of his movies. You even pointed out how one of the actors looked like Tom” You said, shaking you head in a laugh.

“And Tom. Since you’re the guest, you get to start! There’s an almond in there, and whoever finds it, gets a present” You gave the big bowl of risengrød to Tom. After he had taken a portion, you guided him through the cinnamon and butter. As he took the first spoonful, he got a strange expression on his face.

“That was not the taste I was expecting, but I think I like it. It’s very creamy” Tom commented, as he took a second spoonful.

***

“Your family is really competitive. I had no idea that you could get so competitive, and strangely enough, I think it’s kinda hot” Tom confessed, as you got into your room. You had been playing board games most of the nights, and everyone in your family always wanted to win.

“Then just wait till you meet the rest of my family. They’re much worse than me!” You laughed, as you sat down on the bed. “Do you want the bed? I don’t mind taking the mattress”

“We can just share the bed. I don’t mind being close to you” He said lovingly, as he put his arms around you.

“Tom. We usually share a king size bed. This is a single bed. You’re either going to push me off of the bed, or squash me against the wall” You shook your head, smiling at Tom.

“I’m not! I’ll have my arms around you, so if you fall, so do I” He insisted, with his puppy eyes.

“You know I can’t say no to you and your gorgeous eyes” You said, leaning in towards his lips. “But if you push me down, you can sleep on the mattress”

“Deal” Tom said, before connecting your lips.

***

The following day had been long, but you had enjoyed every moment of it. You had started the day of with a family breakfast, before you had started preparing the food for the dinner. Just after noon, you had all gone to church. Tom had tried so hard to stay focused in the church, but he didn’t understand a word that was being said, so it didn’t take long before he started entertaining the little girl in the row in front of you instead.

When you got home, everyone took their seat on the couch, as you watched the last episode of the Christmas calendars. It was another thing you needed to explain to Tom. That you in Denmark had a tv show, specially made for December, with an episode every day till Christmas.

“So the girl, Tinka, is a nisse. Like a pixy, or a leprechaun thing. She lives in the Nisse world, where they hate humans, because humans stole their Christmas star and their magic. Then she found out the she was a half human, and everyone got scared of her, so she went into the human world, where she found the boy, Lasse, who helped her find the Christmas star.

The nisse crowns prince killed his father, so he could become king. He’s a really bad person, but Tinka and Lasse found the kings other son in the human world, who also turned out to be Tinkas father. Now the evil prince is in the tower of loneliness, and they just have to do a ritual to get back the magic” You had explained to a very focused Tom. Just about every Dane knew the concept of a Christmas calendar, but Tom didn’t have a chance at understanding it without seeing it.

It was always a boy and a girl, who somehow need to save Christmas. There was always an evil person, and relatively often also a younger sister. The Christmas calendar was one of your favourite Christmas traditions, and Tom really wanted to love it with you, so he tried his hardest to understand it.

After watching Tinka, you watched the last episode of another Christmas calendar. “The Julekalender”, a show everyone knew, and the only show being aired every year. It was a lot harder to explain, and you eventually had time give up. You watched as Tom sat with a confused expression, as they started speaking a mix of Danish and English. The Julekalender was really a concept you couldn’t explain, it was just there. A part of the Danish Christmas for over 25 years.

After you finished watching the Christmas calendars, your grandmother arrived. When she was introduced to Tom, the language barrier came. She had a hard time understanding English, and Tom? Danish wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

“So your grandmother only speaks Danish?” Tom asked. He really wanted to impress your whole family.

“Well no. She’s fluent in Danish and German. She also speaks Spanish, just not English. She also speaks south Danish, but that technically doesn’t count as a language” You said, as your grandmother started talking to your siblings.

“That’s actually quite impressive. What about the rest of your family? Do they speak English?” Tom asked, suddenly nervous about meeting the rest of your family on the 25th.

“Yeah. I’m actually not sure about my grandparents on my mother’s side. My mom’s mother isn’t that great at it, but I don’t know about my grandfather. He used to be a UN peacekeeping solider, so I think he has some basic knowledge. But everyone does speak English. Even my 11-year-old cousin is pretty close to fluent” You said.

You grandmother came back to you and Tom, and you started talking to her about Tom. After a short time, the clock hit 18, and dinner was served. You all took your seats, and the food started going around.

“Y/n, I’m not sure what half of this food is” Tom said to you, in a low voice.

“Right. You know the duck, and the sauce. The boiled potatoes. Those are brown potatoes, it’s basically just caramelized potatoes. Then there’s red cabbage, and old fashioned white cabbage” You explained, as you pointed to the different items. “Oh. And that’s boiled apples with a bit of jelly on them”

“That’s a lot of cabbage. And why would you caramelize potatoes?” He looked sceptically at the brown potatoes.

“Just try it. It won’t kill you. Might ruin your diet, but I promise we’ll work out later in the week” You said, giving him a small peck on the cheek.

Tom carefully tried all of the different foods, but he was not a fan of the brown potatoes. The dinner went on nicely, with a lot of small talk, and stories. You and your siblings helped translate the conversations between Tom and your grandmother.

After having eaten most of the duck, you all just sat there, talking and laughing. After about half an hour, you cleaned up the table, before bringing in the dessert.

“are we having the. “risangroat”? Tom asked, trying hard to pronounce the word right, but not quite making it.

“No. It’s similar, but there’s chopped almonds in it, and vanilla. It’s sweeter, and it’s cold. We eat it with warm cherry sauce on” You smiled. “And if you find the whole almond, you get a present. Just like yesterday”

“I like how you turned food into a competition. It’s kind of a strange concept” Tom said, as he took a plate of risalmande. This time it was your grandmother who ended up finding the almond.

After having cleaned the table once more, everyone but your father left the living room.

“Why are we in the kitchen?” Tom asked, making you smile. This was one of your favourite parts of Christmas.

“He’s turning on the tree. When everything is lit, we go in and dance around the tree” You said in a calm tone.

“Dance? What do you mean dance?” Tom asked confused. Dancing around the tree wasn’t really something you did in most countries, so you could understand why it might seem a little strange.

“Well. We are going to make a circle around the tree, and then walk around it, while we sing Christmas carols” You explained with a smile.

“Okay. Is this something everyone does, or is it just one of your family traditions?” He asked, still a bit confused.

“Everyone does it. In Denmark, at least. I’m not sure about the rest of Scandinavia” You said, and in the same moment, your father opened the door, letting you back into the living room.

The tree was beautiful, and you looked at it in awe. There was just something about the lights from the candles and the tree, that made everything seem kind of magical. You took Toms hand, as you started singing the carols. Tom was humming along, since he knew the melodies, but not the Danish lyrics. You took a few songs in English, like jingle bells.

At the final song, a slightly faster carol, you held on tightly to Tom, as your entire family started running around the house, singing “nu er det jul igen”. Out of breath, you stopped back in the living room.

“So what happens now?” Tom asked, as everyone caught their breath.

“Now, we open the presents” Your mom smiled.

Your sister started reading the names on the presents, and handing them out. You all took turns handing out the presents, and when you were halfway, you got a present from Tom.

When you opened it, you found a beautiful jewellery set. It was silver, with blue gemstones embedded. It contained a neckless, earrings, a bracelet and a ring. The ring was absolutely gorgeous, and you carefully sat the box down, so you could give Tom a hug.

“Thank you. It’s so beautiful. You really didn’t have to” You said with your arms around him.

“Of course, I had to. Only the best is good enough for my princess” Tom said, as he gave you a quick kiss.

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