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yowyowyaoi · 7 months

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Nagato’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Hidan

Ok but what pill do you take? Because there’s no way you do her naturally.

Fuck him and his money.

Did you even look at the chair? There was BLONDE hair all over it! It was DEIDARA.

Make two more bodies but make them chicks. Bouncy bouncy 🤤

Just eat it man it’s freaky that we can count every one of your fucking ribs through your shirt …

For the last time I don’t eat them, I just kill them. That’s it. Ask plant-dick!!

Yeah but won’t your bones snap or some shit if you move outta that thing?!

Pleeeeeeeaaase Leader just let me preach one sermon to them all I can convert those fucks I know it!

He PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIRS!! And then the old bastard blamed ME for it!!

We ALL deserve a raise!! What he gives us barely buys food for the week!

No because Lord Jashin does not consider animals to be sinners. It has to be humans or nothing.

From Itachi

No need, Kisame and I shall bring the tea to you.

If you wish but he’s likely to try and blow me up first.

One of meditation, one on healthy eating. I believe both would benefit you.

Sasori is gruff but he *helps*. His medicine *works*. If you feel awkward asking, command him.

She’s growing very quickly. Already catching mice on her own 🥰

I used to be scared but not anymore. The only thing I worry about is how it will affect Kisame.

I know what she means to you. She will be safe with us, I promise.

Don’t tell anyone yet but we’d be honored if you’d officiate for us. And I’m baking a large cake for everyone to share after.

He gets the job done but the cursing gives me an awful headache 🫤

You weren’t there so I left the dango on your table.

I don’t know if I can do a gengetsu strong enough to make him spend his money 🤔

From Kakuzu

They’re just whining. They’re fine.

The two bounties should be enough to pay our informants with some left over for base repairs.

His entire existence is a waste of money. You’d be doing everyone a favor if you just let me kill him.

For fuck’s sake, let them learn how to hunt and fish! *I* did when I was a young nin!!

I found a cheaper place. Smaller and the three idiots might have to bunk together but we’ll save a lot on utilities.

I have sewn that child’s arms back on THREE TIMES this week. Take away his clay he isn’t responsible with it!

Nothing is immortal. I’ll find a way to end him.

Your woman hits much harder than one would expect. Lesson learned.

What USE is he?! All he does is prance around after Deidara and babble nonsense! I’d bet money that if he took off that mask he’d be the highest bounty in my Bingo Book!

From Kisame

My many thanks, Leader.

Oh, apologies, that was me. I simply ate what Zetsu couldn’t finish.

If that brat even looks at Samehada again I’ll end his entire bloodline 😡

You’re looking rather pale lately. I tell Itachi to spend more time in the sun, perhaps you need to as well.

Define “dangerous” 🤔

We could carry you there. The locals swear that the lake has regenerative healing powers.

A bit more money would be nicer. Itachi sleeps better in Inns rather than camping in the cold.

He’s actually an excellent fisherman but he has to wear gloves or his hand-mouths start eating them raw.

I understand that you worry but believe me, she is more than capable of protecting herself.

I’m glad it makes him happy but I feel like she looks at me and thinks “dinner”. 😳

It’s a book about life after loss. I’m trying my best to prepare myself for the inevitable.

If he starts in on that Jashin crap again I’m taking his head and burying it where noone will ever find him.

From Sasori

Your biological limitations are what holds you back. You would benefit THE MOST from the puppet-transfer process.

You and her can find other ways to “be romantic”. But as easily compromised as your immune system is, I’d strongly advise against that.

Pushed? What am I, a child? He FELL. I can’t be held accountable for his own clumsiness. 🤦‍♂️

The new legs should be ready no later than three days from now.

I’m happy but falling for him was very clearly a horrible lapse of judgement on my part.

Take the two red pills when you first wake up, the blue capsule before you go to bed, and the small green one with food anytime you think your heartbeat seems irregular.

Mm, well, she is very aesthetically pleasing.

I don’t mind at all. Modifying the Pein-bodies gives me a much needed mental challenge.

I’ve tried to persuade him but he’s made it clear he’s not interested in prolonging his life. I have to respect his decision.

Ah, cake. One of the few things I miss from my eating days.

From Zetsu

We scouted out the location for them. Marked out the easiest way on the map.

He calls us a freak again and we eat his head right off the shoulders. His eternity can be spent in our stomach.

Foolhardy but very amusing. His little explosions liven up such a dreary organization.

The paper dance may have been the most beautiful thing we’ve ever seen. You’re truly a lucky man.

If it helps, our share can be divided amongst the others. No need for money.

Ah but the cloak truly irritates our delicate skin. We mostly travel underground anyway, does it matter if we wear it or not?

Can’t imagine a world in which one would *willingly* be preached to like that.

We merely wanted to pet the kitten. We weren’t going to eat it. Licking it was just what a mother cat would have done!

From Deidara

He’s literally just jealous because I look better than him!

It had nothing to do with my bombs, the guy got away because Tobi was watching the ducks instead of keeping watch on him like I told him to!

Of course! I can have your face and hair looking like new in no time!

Ffs I’m not going to explode her! I’m not crazy! Please make Uchiha just let me pet her!

Technically you’re like our father. I’m the youngest so I’m your responsibility. You CAN make him marry me, you CAN make Kakuzu throw us a reception and you CAN send us on a two week honeymoon. Sasori will come around to the idea. 🙃

Come have dinner with us. Kisame made the salmon just how you like it.

I’m not doing it on purpose! He’s not even using his own thread he’s using some cheap shit he found to save money! THAT’S why they keep coming detached!! 😡

What’s your favorite animal? I’ll make it for you.

I’m not a baby he doesn’t need to monitor me!

I would have brought it home because free milk but Kakuzu would have turned him into steaks 🙄

We stopped at the park after. I’ll send you pictures she looked so pretty on the swings

From “Tobi” / Obito

I bet he would if the puppet got put through the wood chipper 😊

He needs to be reigned in, his sacrifices attract far too much attention.

I’m surprised you want to take her there, considering how much you both hate the rain.

Doing the voice puts a horrible strain my on throat. Raw honey helps.

I’ve spent my whole life not going after what I want. I’m going after him. Period. Sasori be damned.

Itachi needs to be *forced* to take the medication. He’s too valuable to lose just yet.

The old man really picked the cheapest phones possible. The reception is horrible. We’d be better off communicating through smoke signals.

Let ME cook once in a while. “Tobi” would blow these fools’ minds.

From Konan

Of course not! You silly asshole 💙

I remember. It’s about the only good memory I have from that wretched place.

Think those new legs of yours can carry you to my room? I’ve got some exercises I think would help strengthen them 😏

Don’t stress out, I’ll deal with them. They’re more scared of me anyway.

Idc what he told you, DO NOT let him turn you into a puppet 😡 If he tries it I’m throwing him in the fireplace.

I mean yeah there’s Hidan and Deidara, but all in all I think this group turned out very well.

I made you a nice dinner. And your favorite dessert 😉

Kakuzu thinks they can live in the same room?! That fool will end up spending more on repairs than it would cost to just give them their own rooms!

All he ever wanted was for us to be happy and safe. We are. We’re very much honoring his memory.

Well you never sneezed around Chibi so the kitten should be fine for you to hold.

Not when they make me gain 100 pounds per bite 😖

I need that to be the case. Very badly.

Sounds like you and I are due for a little vacation, eh?

Working on this technique where I have bombs mixed in with the regular paper. Different colors. I’ll show you later.

Friends to lovers is the perfect story, don’t you agree?

“Mediating” is almost impossible. I just shut the people fighting into a room and pray the room is still intact when I come back later 😓

I don’t care, the Pein body isn’t YOU. I prefer it natural.

It was hilarious I yelled and they all looked terrified. Pretty sure I made Hidan pee his pants 😂

#nagato uzumaki #nagakona #nagato x konan #the akatsuki #hidan #deidara #itachi uchiha #obito uchiha #tobi #sasori #kakuzu #kisame hoshigaki #konan #zetsu #texting #Akatsuki Daily Texts Series

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hoperays-song · 1 year

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What does each Moon Theatre troupe member think of Valentine’s Day? And how do they celebrate?

This was an ask but I lost the message so I am just posting it like this. I hope you enjoy!

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Buster:

Buster is a die-hard romantic and absolutely adores Valentine’s Day! He helps Mrs. Crawly decorate the theatre and would personally write like ten cards for each troupe member. He would spend the actual day with his fiancé however, and loves going out to eat somewhere fancy.

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Rosita:

Rosita does enjoy Valentine’s Day, though not to Buster’s extreme levels. She typically just goes out to dinner with her husband and then comes home to watch movies with him and the kids. She does however get small gifts for the other members of the troupe.

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Gunter:

Gunter, while liking the holiday, does not really celebrate Valentine’s Day. He actually prefers to celebrate Lupercalia and therefore devotes more time to that holiday instead. He does decorate his studio and watch Rosita’s kids while she’s out at dinner however! Oh and he does buy Valentine’s Chocolates and pass them out to his students and other troupe members.

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Ash:

While she isn’t really a fan of Valentine’s Day (not just because of Lance, she’s just never been fond of it in general), she does do some very small things to celebrate with the rest of the troupe. And she does also celebrate with her dads (Buster and Clay) when they offer. She does mainly spend the holiday that took place during the time between Sing 1 and Sing 2 helping Gunter with some work at his studio.

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Johnny:

Johnny quite honestly never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before he got a boyfriend so he doesn’t have any really deep traditions or anything. However, he would absolutely write a song for his boyfriend for Valentine’s Day and probably also cook him one of his mum’s old recipes.

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Meena:

Meena loves Valentine’s Day and typically spends it baking with her mom and grandparents! They have a lot of special recipes that they save for holidays and Meena always brings the extras to the troupe. She also will make small crafts for her troupe siblings (Ash and Johnny).

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Mrs. Crawly:

Honestly forgets about the holiday until like the week before, but she does adore it. She spends the week of decorating with Buster and dressing in all red and pink outfits. On actual Valentine’s Day though, she just goes on a date with her boyfriend and drops some candy off at Buster’s apartment for him and Eddie while they’re out at dinner.

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Nana Noodleman:

Never really understood all the hype and excitement around Valentine’s Day and mostly just treats it like a normal day. She does treat herself to a nice dinner on the holiday however and sometimes (when invited) goes with Buster and Eddie for an activity. She also does give Hobbs (her butler) the day off so he can spend it with his partner.

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Eddie:

Loves Valentine’s Day, just not to the Buster extent. He does help him decorate the apartment however and will arrange a movie night or activity like going to a show or museum after their date however. Eddie just mainly goes off Buster’s energy around the holiday.

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I also came up with an idea for a Valentine’s Day short awhile ago if anyone’s curious!

https://at.tumblr.com/hoperay/valentines-day-short-idea/awyrxzqnaq57

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nancypullen · 8 months

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Don't Look For My Obituary

I'm not dead, I've just been consumed with making inventory for the upcoming artisan's market. Why did I decide to do this with so little time to prepare? And how do other women make a living at this? Who does their laundry, shops for groceries, cooks the meals, and cleans their homes? Every time I get into a creative groove and have my little system down, I have to drop everything for a domestic chore. I guess what I should be doing is daytime chores and nightly art making. I tend to shut it all down after cleaning up after dinner. By 7pm I don't want to do anything else. Anyyyyyway, that was my bonkers way of saying that I've been AWOL from the ol' blog because I've been in panic mode while cranking out earrings and cards. The earrings are so time consuming. I actually plan to prep some clay this afternoon for a pattern I really like - it involves a solid color of clay, acrylic paint, and some gold flake. Once it's blended and rolled into a log for slicing, it has to sit overnight. If I try to work with it without giving the paint time to completely dry it smears and ruins the whole batch (speaking from experience). Once it's dry I can slice it and roll it into a sheet for cutting. Then it has to be baked, drilled, topped with acrylic, and finally pieced together. The end result is worth it, but it's kind of a pain. BUT....with the exception of that little batch (that I don't really have to do), I'm just making a few extra cards. The cards are really fun for me. No mess, no big time commitment, and they make me giggle.

The glue is currently drying on those buttons , then I'll tidy up any extra ribbon or lace - snip, snip! I've done about fifteen different cards, with duplicates of each. Honestly, I may be wasting my time - does anyone buy cards anymore? I don't even know what to charge. Three dollars? Two? Here's a dry run with our booth colors, we'll have a second shorter table to make an L shape.

And I even have a Facebook page! I've only told a handful of people about this page, so here goes nothing!

So, there it is, the reason I have been incommunicado. I'm doing my best to do something I've never done before. I'm not sure I'm good at this. I'm not great at promoting myself and I really don't want to stand at a booth and watch my creations get rejected again and again. I'd much rather some wonderful boutique owner stop and say, "I love it all! I want it for my shop!" and I could just supply my silly goods to local businesses. I probably have a better chance of winning the lottery, so I'll be at my pink and orange booth on Saturday pretending that I'm fiiiiine with no one liking my items.

I should probably bring some emotional support brownies. I'm heading to my desk to make more cards, so if I owe you an email or a phone call, you have my most sincere and heartfelt apology. I swear I'll be back to (ab)normal after Saturday. Until then, please rub some beads, light a candle, ask the goddesses to show mercy on my crazy soul. I need all the help I can get. Sending out loads of love. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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myspineisthebassline · 6 months

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can i ask how did you make the bo wyatt doll it's so pretty 😢😢 blessed my eyes

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! makes me happy that he makes you happy <:D i don't know how much detail you want me to go into so I wrote an entire novel srry

Actually first I will direct u to the agosia arts YouTube channel because i love her and I used her tutorials on how to make limbs with clay parts and attach button joints >

Clay doll playlist

Basic doll technique playlist

Video on sewing the cloth body

Video on attaching clay components

Video on button joints

I made some adjustments to her techniques just to suit my own needs better. Also, the fabric and buttons I used are a lot cheaper than what she uses and I used oven bake polymer clay to sculpt the helmet, hands, and boots. More on agosia later

I started out by sculpting all the clay components - gloves, boots, and the diving helmet. this is a very "draw the rest of the fucking owl" moment but I cannot tell u my process w sculpting just please don't buy sculpey III that shit SUCKS to work with

After sculpting and baking the clay parts, I sanded them down and painted them. I also gave the boots and helmet a couple or layers of folkart gloss varnish bc Shiny (i am not sponsored by folkart)

I then made a fabric pattern around the clay parts i just sculpted. I went through a lot of drafts changing the proportions of the body, length of the arms and legs etc. i laid all of my pieces out together and moved stuff around until it felt proportional.

I traced the patterns onto two pieces of fabric, right sides together. the fabric for the body comes from an old t-shirt of mine. the fabric was very stretchy and it was a pain to try and draw a pattern onto it 8|

AS FOR CUTTING OUT THE FABRIC...I did what agosia did and sewed directly onto the lines, leaving open spaces at one end and one side of the pattern so the clay hand/boot/helmet what have you can be slipped in between the fabric. Keep in mind the size of these spaces so u can actually get stuff in there

anyway agosias demonstrations are great so I won't say much else about how to attach limbs, I will stress that when sculpting the clay parts, they should have a groove around them that is deep enough for the wire to sit snugly. ur basically sandwiching the fabric inbetween the wire and the clay. I also hollowed out the boots and helmet so the end of the wire has a place to hide so it doesn't poke out of the fabric. As a side note, if you don't have armature wire or something similar u could probably use pipe cleaners, yarn or a strong thread to do this. or maybe a really strong glue

Mr. bo wyatt doll does have an armature wire skeleton so he's kind of posable. You don't really need to do that, but you can use pipe cleaners/chenille stems if you want the doll to have a little bit of structure.

Here's a little diagram of how I made the wire skeleton (bc I did not take pictures at this step) the wire in each of the limbs and body are pretty much free floating which affects the integrity a lil bit

(this diagram is. Bad. so let me know if something needs to be explained a bit more)

(incoming jumpscare of bo without the shawl) After the clay parts were attached to the fabric limbs I stuffed them by wrapping scrap yarn around the armature wire skeleton and then sewed them closed. This Is Where The Fun of This Project Starts.

Playing a game of where I want to sew the limbs onto the body (and then realizing I made one of the legs way too short. How in the fuck)

i ended up redoing the legs entirely and just added another 1/2 inch to the length of the leg pattern.

Bo has weird proportions I don't want to think too hard about but here's what he looks w/ all his limbs pinned in place

he is so top heavy help him.

I attached the arms and legs to the body with button joints (insert agosia arts tutorial on that). It was a pain in the ass bc I dont have a needle that's both thin enough to go through the button holes and long enough to go through both ends of the dolls body. But at least the picture for this step is kind of funny.

the state of my goddamn desk

Also u don't really need to do button joints its just another thing that gives the doll more flexibility. Just sew those thangs (arms and legs) on there (the body)

Ok now onto making the shawl yaaay. Yaaaaay. I looked up some tutorials on how to sew a poncho from fleece, this one was helpful to me. I did not measure the circumference of the helmet bc that would have ended up with a neck hole that is way too big, but I did measure the circumference of the base of the neck and used that. And also sewed a button to the back of the shawl so it would be easier to put the shawl on the body.

I also did not feel the need to add a hood, but I did line the shawl with a blanket stitch w red yarn. I may add tassels onto it eventually bc it is the cutest thing in bo's design. To Me. Also I will mention that bo's shawl is still a work in progress, it came out waaay too wide so I have it pinned back until I have the time to make adjustments 8|

Going off of the video I linked before, for the wingspan measurement, I just measured where I wanted the shawl to rest on the body and multiplied that by 2. Looking at bo's official art, his shawl reaches down to about his wrists ish??? Measuring this on the doll, I got 6in, multiplied by x 2 = 12in. But again it ends up w a shawl that is way too wide for the body. So u may want to go shorter than what you think you'll need

also I crocheted a little collar for the shawl... that I have yet to sew onto the shawl. this is an ~~artistic choice~~ bc i just like to draw bo with a knit collar. I like that you draw his shawl with a button up collar I think it would be very cute on a doll.

Ok that took me 50000000 years thank u if you read this far I hope to God this is coherent, helpful or somewhat interesting to read. Now look at him

#basofy #ThANK YOU AGAIN...I saw that you made a lisa doll and I love her sm the flower trim on the dress is an inspired choice #if you have any specific questions lmk this is a very disorganized post #main tag does not get spared from my shenanigans >#lisa rpg #irvart #sidenote i hate the tumblr post editor why is this so broken

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viragosoul · 1 year

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HUH YUNJIN 22 FEMALE SHE / HER — ; where do you get your inspiration, SONG SIYEON ? you’re so OUTSPOKEN, i can’t help but think of BLASTING MUSIC AT 3AM, THE LINGERING SMELL OF SUNSCREEN, BROKEN CLAY SPREAD ACROSS THE FLOOR when i hear your name. your friends tell me you can be DELUSIONAL sometimes . i guess it’s understandable given the circumstances . besides , i can’t even imagine how stressful SCULPTOR classes must be — not to mention you’re also in THE RED AND GREEN CLUB & SODALITES ! you’re a NEWCOMER , right ? yeah , i thought so . either way , welcome to mugunghwa ! ( rouge , 21+ , cst )

hello friends ♡ i’m rouge and i’m v excited to be here to bring you this bullheaded woman named song siyeon! she’s still relatively new and doesn’t rly know what’s going on, but that’s okay b/c she’s just here to prove herself 💪 anywho i have her profile and personality page set up, but under the cut i’ll have more info on her background and maybe even some half-baked plots if we’re lucky! please like this post to plot or add me on discord at saturnian charm#3118 which is highly preferred over tumblr ims! i’m super stoked to write with you all!

there’s nothing much to note of her background: she was born in seoul to a well off family as the miracle child after many fertility issues. mother was a professor turned stay at home mom, and her father is a politician, although a highly controversial / disliked one. her grandparents on her mother’s side are known art aficionados within the seoul scene. due to being the only child, she was pretty much your typical spoiled golden spoon baby.

deemed gifted with art at a very young age, and because her skills brought esteem to the song name, her parents decided to cultivate it and throw the best of whatever money could buy: tutors/mentors, supplies, schooling, experiences, whatever was recommended and whatever she asked for was gotten. in return, she was constantly put into art competitions “for her benefit” in her parents terms, but in hindsight it was obviously just for the attention ⏤ and didn’t start off too hot. anything that wasn’t top three was a failure

high school was ... alright. that’s when her father started becoming more controversial, and every time she started to win a competition her name was always attached to his, which caused her to be less socially accepted with her non-artistic peers ⏤ and even some of the artistic ones as well, thinking that she only won due to her family name. and in her eyes, there were only two ways of dealing with this: fall into despair and feel sorry for herself, or fight it. don’t give a damn and prove them wrong by working hard at her craft. and so, she does. and tbh ... this is probably whenever she reaches full menace status too LOL.

reaches out a sculptor that she admires via social media, and after meeting up at her exhibits siyeon becomes her mentee during her third year in high school. during breaks she travels abroad to where she lives in paris and hones her craft under her knowledge. does a lot of growing up during this time too.

after high school, she flies to paris after an argument with her parents regarding her future and decides to wing it. but actually living in a place abroad is much different from visiting, and culture shock hits her hard; she’s about to give up probably 4 weeks in until her mentor finds her, and instead siyeon spends that time under her tutelage while in art school. doesn’t reconnect with her parents ( especially since her father’s views get much worse while she’s away ) and instead contacts her grandparents more instead.

her grandparents talk about coming home and going to mugunghwa, as her grandpa has invested within the school, but she says no. however, when she meets minjun and finds out that he goes to to the same school, siyeon takes that as a sign and uproots her life to transfer there instead.

and yeah, that brings us to here and now! except now she’s single LMAO

okay so i actually lied and i don’t have plots here because the above took a lot out of me but i promise i love brainstorming so please don’t be afraid to hit me up! ♡

#mguintro #◟ * 𝐨𝐨𝐜 › creators built different‚ they ancient

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hemipteran · 1 year

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things I do / to do bc the current state of the world makes my mouth feel so fucking parched it’s like a death desert of creativity in this bitch

reminder: u do not have to do any of these things. humans just have a noose around their necks that is self created (sad truth) and these do actually help. Our boy in heaven endorses ;)

1) don’t freak out. Or do. But it doesn’t help. Everything only scary bc ppl made it scary bc they are scared. Sad! Go watch people act weird. Mentally note what you are not personally keen on and find constructive ways to make a better version of urself that is more u based on that.

2) Lawn grass the most watered agricultural plant in the US? And not even at a length to foster biodiversity? Fucking nauseating. Get a mega pack of your favorite kind of plant seeds and sprinkle them wherever u deem necessary whenever u deem necessary. I used to buy individual seed packets now I just get the giant bulk bags of mixed seeds on Amazon. They have good options. “Oh but amazon bad” oh but plants good idgaf about bezobozo it’s cheap and the Earth needs this shit. I am poor. Sad but true! Bonus points (unnecessary but nice) if you mix in some rooting hormone, a dash of some kind of fertilizer or organic matter (fiber, chopped up compost bits, a dash of fertilizer), soak em in water, and lightly clip the shells of the ones that might not otherwise get the nutrients they need.

3) Try to draw a mandala or maze or whatever other puzzle (bonus points for making a new game or puzzle) yourself by hand and be like damn that shit is hard this kind of looks like shit. And then love it because it looks like shit and you made it we need more of that. Post it to ur tumblr or smthing. Take pride in the fact ppl might look at it and be like “wow I fucking hate that.” That’s good, it means ur an individual. Haters will hate at least ur a real boy u know what I’m saying.

4) do weirder things with art. If something freaks you out draw it in a way where it doesn’t. If everything feels hopeless write about where you dream about being in a year or two. Acrylic pens are a personal favorite you can draw on literally anything with those. Think of the options. Another fun idea: oven bake clay and just leaving it in random spots where strangers can find it and take it home if they want. Afraid it will get thrown out? It won’t. Humans secretly love that shit.

5) Learn how to make soap. Or lip balm. Or learn how to make smthing ppl haven’t made before and give it a name. Give urself a tattoo. Or don’t that is probably a bad idea unless ur committed and please for the love of god use actual tattoo needles and ink if u do. (U can always go over it again & again if it heals like shit just make sure it doesn’t look like shit the first time, and it doesn’t get infected, and it is moisturized)

6) Write a letter. Write a book you’ll never publish. Or one u will publish. Or one you’ll use in a different way. Or one where you post sections of it to your tumblr or Facebook or whatever else so people are like wtf is this what does it mean. Laugh at them. (doesn’t have 2 mean just izzz)

7) Set an alarm for a certain time of day and do something that feels worthwhile to u at that time of day. Options include but are not limited to: DRINKING A BIG CUP OF GREEN TEA, taking some form of omega 3 &/or fiber supplement (garlic, onion, ginger, and tumeric w black pepper are also great) (cream of tartar is basically just potassium if you suck at getting that electrolyte in) (creatine allows ur body to restore ATP [energy molecule] way better under stress it’s not just some preworkout shit) mmm good biochemical concoctions make body and microbiome happy, reading a couple pages out of a book, coloring, brainstorming, drawing something while focusing on the best shit you can imagine, observing the patterns within nature, taking a few pictures / drawing something you find very nice, find a way to meditate that works for u it doesn’t have to suck and be daunting, find a new thing to add to ur daily life (could be 5 minutes of work on a goal or just that generally), think about the shit that annoys you and what the coolest possible solution would be. Thank other humans for the good template but don’t feel bad about wanting more. and ways to implement it that feel doable. There is always a way.

8) Look at the news or some other over processed mess say wow this is shit humans are shit at making good content why does everyone micromanage creativity and then vow to not micromanage your own. Give yourself a pat on the back. Find a new creative way to show you are thankful. Watch a video on speaking skills / another life skill you want to improve on or an exercise technique you find interesting. Google a word or term you don’t understand. Watch a fractal video. Think about sacred geometry and the pyramids. Try to balance on one foot as long as you can. Think about how the fuck people are able to do cartwheels that shit is crazy.

9. Take care of yourself as well as u you can, trying to hurt as few other sentient things as possible, always and forever, and may anyone who tells you to do differently be smited by GOD. Just kidding. Go somewhere else or ask intricate poignant questions about why they want to make you feel sick until they feel sick and then smile at them like the joker and nod. Take life less seriously. Or more seriously. Or whatever feels most suitable at the moment. Hehehe

AMEN HALLELUJAH

#ideas #æ #ohm #99 #to do

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doityourself07 · 1 year

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Colorful Polymer Clay Egg

This instructable will show you how to make a colorful (or monochromatic, or whatever chromatic it's your egg after all) polymer clay egg. This is one of those things that's actually quite easy to do for the casual crafter but you can spend a lifetime mastering it.

Materials

What you'll need for this instructable:

Polymer clay of varying colors

Blown out eggshell Everything else just makes things easier, but having said that they REALLY make things easier so I'd make an effort to include them in your attempt at trying this out.

Polymer clay roller

Flat blade

Protective surface

The polymer clay should be the same consistency if not the same brand. Different consistencies will move around at different rates, and some brands cure at different temperatures so you're just making life harder for yourself (or more interesting, if you're that kind of person) by mixing things up too much. In my case, I chose three primary-ish colors with mica particles that give them a pearly sheen. I use blown out eggshells because I have a bunch of eggs I blew out. Some people use solid wooden or plaster eggs, but why buy eggs that you can't even eat? I advise you 1: blow out an egg by piercing a hole at the top and bottom and blowing out the innards 2: use said innards in delicious baked goods or scrambled up and 3: clean out an dry the eggshell to later be used for crafting. Polymer clay rollers, aka pasta machines, are indispensable if you're going to work more than a couple of times with polymer clay. For real, get a coupon or something and buy one of these suckers. Clay right out of the package can be very crumbly and stiff, and running it through the machine is so much faster than mashing it with your hands. If you don't have a pasta machine, you can still roll out the clay by using a rolling pin (while placing the polymer clay between two pieces of waxed paper so the clay won't get all over your pin) Ah that reminds me, DO NOT USE POLYMER CLAY WITH INSTRUMENTS USED FOR FOOD, especially if it's porous like wood. Don't use the machine to make pasta even if you think you cleaned it really well, because trust me, you missed some. You'll find that out if you clean the machine after rolling black clay and then roll some white clay after. I didn't include a picture of a flat blade, because if you don't know what a flat blade looks like you really shouldn't be using one. Actually I just forgot to post a picture, but still, be careful. Remember rule number one is to not bleed on the artwork. Waxed paper works great to cover up your table surface (polymer clay can do horrific things to wood finish, ask me how I know) plus it helps keep things clean all around. I used aluminum foil which works just as well, and can be used for the curing part.

Laying Out the Scraps

After rolling out your clay to whatever thickness you like (don't go with the thinnest layer, yes you save clay but you're doing that "making things harder on yourself" thing) lay the pieces on the egg to see if you have enough clay to work with. If you have a bit of excess then you're good to go. If you don't have enough, or the colors aren't in the proportions you like, then now is the time to fix that. Grab a chunk of your clay and slap it on the egg, then cut it into a pleasing shape. There's all sorts of funky blades out there that can be used for fun patterns, but you can get into that AFTER doing the simple version first.

Fitting Shapes Together

There's two ways to fit together shapes that are too large for what you want.

Version 1: This works best when you have a clean edge on the piece you want to add. Lay the color you want on top of the color you want to get rid of. Use a blade or point to lightly score a line on the base color. Remove the top piece so you don't damage it, then cut on the line you scored. Or hell, just whack at it with the blade and maybe you'll luck out and get a perfect fit. It's not so easy to do on a curved surface like an egg though.

Version 2: This works best when you have a clean edge already on the egg and a chunk of clay that needs to be cut to fit it on hand. Lay the piece in your hand on top of the edge of where you want it to go and lightly rub on it to make an impression of the shape you need. Lift it off and cut along the mark that was left on it. Fit the pieces as close together as possible, but don't freak out if they aren't perfect. There's going to be some squishing of clay coming soon that will fix small cracks and joins.

Finish Putting All the Pieces in Place and Start Rolling

You might have to do some fiddling and tricky cuts but get the whole egg covered. If the scraps you have seem too small or are the wrong shape then fear not! Just grab all the bits that are the same color, mash them together, and run them through the clay machine a couple of times. Once everything is covered then place the egg between your hands and roll it around while pressing lightly. Some people have good luck with placing it on a flat surface and rolling it in small circles while pressing down, but I'm not one of those people so I use both hands like a barbarian. Just keep checking to see how the edges are melding and stop when there's no more indents where they meet. This process will likely make the colors look dull as they get smudged, but that will be fixed with the sanding step. You'll be cursing that step soon enough. Once everything is smooth, stick a pin in the hole from blowing out the egg, or make a bigger hole if you want to put a string through it to hang as an ornament, and bake it as per the polymer clay instructions that are on the back of every package of clay you have. The reason you poke a hole into the egg is to keep it from exploding, so be sure to remember to do that.

The Never Ending Sanding

So here's the thing, once your egg is done curing and cooled off you don't want it looking all grungy, so break out the wet sandpaper. I was foolish and grabbed a toothier grit than I should have. The nice thing about this is that it cleaned off that top layer of smudged color in no time! The bad thing is that I had to use finer and finer sandpaper to remove all the gouge marks it left on the egg which dulled the colors. Again, this is important so I'm going to capslk land, USE WET SANDPAPER. You do not want to be breathing this stuff in, it is not good for your lungs, eyes, mucous membranes, or clothes for that matter. Either sand it under running water, or have a container with a few drops of soap in it to keep dunking the paper and egg into so things get rinsed off as you work. In case you didn't know, there's a special wet/dry sandpaper that you should be using, typically it's black and it will say it can be used wet on the back of each sheet. Automotive stores tend to carry it. So sand, sand some more, sand until your hands get pruny and fall off and sand with the nubs that are left. The final effect is really worth it for that kind of sanding, so keep at it! You can spot-check by drying off the egg and blowing on it to dry it faster. Any scratches/flaws will stand out and need to be sanded. Because you're not done sanding yet. And won't be. EVER.

DONE!

Once you're done sanding (or are lying to yourself and saying "good enough") buff the egg by rubbing it against a soft cloth like your pants leg and watch the colors pop! Hey want to go even easier? Go with one color! Just roll it to the right thickness, smash it onto the egg, fill in the cracks with scrap clay, and roll it around until smooth! Then have fun decorating it with stamps, glass beads, carving it out or even putting more clay on top of it, have fun playing with it.

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italyanime0 · 2 years

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outerbankies · 2 years

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new light: blue christmas — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

summary: your boyfriend's upset that he's not as into the holidays as you are, but you just want to make sure he's okay.

warnings: drinking, swearing, family stuff around the holidays

a/n: i leave u all with my last little gift of the week, a new light christmas! hope u all have a great holiday season! wishing everyone love and light this time of year <3

“Can my big, strong, hot boyfriend please come help me unload the car?”

Rafe emerges on the front stoop of your home soon enough, padding through the front door you left open when you called for him, looking very perplexed and wearing socks with his flip flops. “What did you even buy?”

“Target was having a sale on their Christmas stuff and I might have blacked out,” you explain, throwing open your trunk. “See?”

“Oh my god,” Rafe deadpans, taking in the amount of bags in your trunk. “Babe, did you buy the entire store?”

“I actually went light,” you shrug. “Because my mom set aside some of the old decorations they’re getting rid of for us to use, remember? And I tried to buy stuff that was kind of timeless so it would fit that whole vintage vibe.”

Rafe furrows his eyebrows, then turns to load up with bags nonetheless, leaving you only two of the lighter bags to carry yourself. “Sure, sounds good.”

“When do you have time to decorate?” you ask, unwinding your scarf and hanging it on the rack by the door. “I was thinking we could start tonight.”

“We?”

“Yeah, Rafe. We,” you continue, rifling through the bags to find the monogrammed stockings you bought. “Could put on a movie and—ooh, you should make those really good spiked coffees you always make. I bought peppermint extract for my baking but we can use that to make them Christmassy.”

“Okay—yeah, I just… so this is like a whole event, huh?”

His sketchy tone is what makes you finally turn around and face him in the living room. He’s got his hands tucked into his pockets, observing the decorations with caution. “I mean, it’s decorating for Christmas.”

“I just didn’t realize Christmas was such a big deal for you—did you buy new pillows? We have to change out our pillows?” he asks, finally searching through some of the bags on his own.

“Do you not like them?”

“No, it’s fine, sweetheart. Really,” Rafe assures. He tears a red pillow with white stitching reading ‘jingle all the way’ out of the bag, setting it on your couch and throwing the plain pillow that occupied the couch before it out of sight. “See, boom. Beautiful. It’s officially Christmas now.”

“Rafe,” you say. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he refutes. You drop the string of garland you were holding and cross your arms, giving him your most stubborn look until he sighs. “It’s just more than I’m used to. The decorations and everything—this is new for me.”

“Didn’t you do this with your family?”

You regret the question as soon as you ask it, but sometimes you just forget that things are different for Rafe. “Not really.”

You don’t press him any further, just coming to stand in front of him, the mistletoe you bought in the dollar section hidden behind your back until you’re right in front of him. “Well. Do you wanna help me this year?”

He looks up when he sees you holding something over him, rolling his eyes once he sees what it is. Rafe leans into kiss you, pulling back after a moment to answer.

“How could I say no to that?”

—

Rafe’s approach to the holidays was officially starting to bother you. When you asked him what his favorite Christmas movie was, he’d shrugged and said ‘Um, I dunno. Maybe that one with the ugly little clay people that they used to play on channel three when we were kids?’

He was extremely confused when you wanted to actually go cut down a real tree out in the mountains on a tree farm, wondering why you hadn’t just bought one at the store along with all of the other decorations. You’d explained that it has to be real because the house has to smell like Christmas, and he’d again shrugged. Before slightly cheering up at the fact that he got to saw down his own tree, carrying it proudly into the house when you got home. That had made you smile a little bit—you hoped he was starting to get into it.

But then he’d just turned bright red when you asked if he had any of his own Christmas decorations to put up, presenting a singular Frank Sinatra Christmas record and nothing else. And you didn’t dare mention it, but decorating the tree with all of the personalized ornaments your parents had kept for you over the years while Rafe had zero of his own had been completely awkward. He tried to shrug it off and help you move around the ornaments and tinsel you did have to cover the bare spots of the tree, but you still felt horrible over the entire thing.

“Rafe, they’re your sisters. You have to get them gifts,” you say in exasperation, rubbing your temples as the two of you went through your Christmas shopping list.

“Y/n/n, listen to me. They’re not gonna buy me gifts either, we’ve never done that,” he explains. “My parents take care of us, and that’s all we need.”

“Well, I already bought Sarah those Birkenstocks she’s been wanting and Wheezie’s eyeshadow palettes are in the mail. So.”

“Then why did you—baby.”

“Because, it’s Christmas. You buy things for the people you love,” you say. “Or you can make a gift if this is like, a consumerism thing.”

“Do we have to get them for our friends, too? Like, all of them?”

You don’t want to tell him that you’d taken care of all of your own friends already, their gifts bought weeks ago and sitting in your closet waiting to be wrapped. “Well, Secret Santa covers Topper. And Kelce and I do gifts every year, so…”

“Since when?” Rafe wonders, his face screwing up.

“Since forever. He bought me these slippers two years ago, look,” you say, propping your feet up on the coffee table.

He huffs. “Well I wouldn’t wanna put my name on a gift for your bestie—oh, fuck. Do we have to get John B a gift, too?”

“Well, dating Sarah for what, three years now? And we’re older than him and we have full-time jobs. And he’s gonna be there on Christmas, right? Yup.”

“Fuuuck,” he whines. “Why did I never realize how much work all of this is?”

“Because your step-mom has probably been taking care of all of this behind the scenes for your family for years. You can put your name on my Kelce gift, so that one’s done.”

“Oh, no, no, no. I wanna see the look on his fuckin’ face when I have a gift for him and he’s empty handed,” Rafe says, smirking and taking your laptop from you, going to search for his own gift.

“Wow, way to get into the holiday spirit. I love the spite.”

“I try.”

Your phone beeps and you start gathering your things, Rafe looking at you with a pout when he sees your jacket on. “Wait, where are you going? I thought we were Christmas shopping?”

“I am. Going to the mainland,” you say, collecting your purse. “Sarah said she’s on her way.”

“Wait, Sarah?”

“Yeah, she asked me to come.”

“Can you—did you guys invite Wheez? I don’t… I don’t want her to feel left out,” he worries.

“Rafe,” you tut, your hand coming to rest on the side of his face. “She was already going. They just asked me to come with them.”

“Really? I like that,” he decides, tugging you down by your scarf for a goodbye kiss.

“Me too.”

—

You treated Rafe’s sisters to a late lunch on the mainland after you’d all three shopped yourselves silly—well, Rafe treated all three of you, because when he asked why you were still gone he’d sent over enough money to cover the entire meal.

“So do you guys hate Christmas, too? Or is that just your scrooge of a brother?” you sighed, making the two girls across from you giggle.

“Rafe doesn’t hate Christmas,” Sarah says. “It’s just not a big deal in our family.”

“He told me that you guys don’t even decorate?”

“Rose does,” Wheezie supplies, pushing some food around on her plate. “But she’s pretty intense about it.”

“Yeah, we don’t get to help,” Sarah laughs. “Full interior decorator mode.”

“Ah,” you nod. Leaving it at that, at least until Wheezie excuses herself to the restroom and you realize Sarah hasn’t taken her eyes off of your face ever since you brought up the topic.

“What’s going on with him?”

“Nothing, Sarah. It’s just… I dunno. Rafe doesn’t seem into it at all,” you say, fiddling with the straw in your iced tea. “It’s like pulling teeth. He didn’t even know how the advent calendar worked—he opened day 22 yesterday because he was hungry.”

“I think for Rafe, it’s different?” she wonders softly. “Things are always different when it comes to him, just with my dad and work. The holidays are busy—all those parties and the networking, you know he hates that shit. So he just doesn’t have much interest in the fun stuff.”

You bite your lip as you nod, never having thought about it that way. “Thanks, Sarah.”

“Don’t tell him I told you that,” she warns. You cross your heart and she rolls her eyes, and you realized you’d really missed her when she was away at college for the fall term.

“You know I won’t. But thank you,” you repeat. “As a token of my gratitude, I feel inclined to tell you that Rafe got both of you gifts this year.”

Her eyes widen.

“What? Why? Since when does he do that?” You give her a deadpan look, pointing at yourself, and she groans in frustration. “Would you stop making my brother perfect? For like, five seconds?”

“What’s going on?” Wheezie says, sitting down at the table again.

“You guys have to buy Rafe a Christmas gift this year,” you tell her, waving at the waiter for the check.

“No,” Wheezie groans. “We have to circle back to the Patagonia store now, don’t we?”

—

Blythe came to spend the holidays in the Outer Banks with Topper this year, which was enough of a reason for your friend group to rent a cabin in the snow for the weekend before Christmas. Kelce bemoans his perpetual spot as the fifth wheel but comes anyway, saying he reserves the right to bring someone home from the one, singular bar in the mountain town, with no ribbing from any of you.

So you load up the car with enough alcohol for twice the amount of time you’ll be there and all of your cutest snow outfits, kicking Rafe out of the passenger seat when you pull up to Topper’s parents’ house for the caravan.

“What?”

“Blythe and I are driving together,” you remind him. “Go get in the car with the boys.”

“C’mon, what?” he whines. “They’re gonna make me sit in the backseat and you know my knees get sore.”

“Cameron,” Blythe says, ripping his door open. “Good to see you, merry Christmas. Get out of my seat.”

“Merry Christmas, Blythe,” he grumbles, offering her his seat when he finally gets out. He motions for you to roll down the window when he comes around to the driver’s side, leaning in for a kiss. “Drive careful, alright? I’ll put on your snow chains at the rest stop.”

“We’ll probably get there first, I’ll wait for you,” you promise. He narrows his eyes.

“Uh, we’re definitely gonna get there faster.”

You peek around Rafe to look at where Topper and Kelce are bickering over how to fit the last sled into the trunk. “Rafe, I know you’re not challenging me to a race in the snow.”

“No,” Rafe warns. “Drive careful, I mean it.”

“Alright, dad,” you tease, making Blythe groan next to you.

“Ew, you too,” she says. “Rafe, go away.”

“See you up there,” he nods, kissing your cheek one more time before heading off to his friends. You laugh as you watch him snatch the sled out of both of their hands where they’re fighting over it, fitting it in seamlessly.

You don’t wait for them to figure out seating arrangements, opting to get an early start on the drive so you and Blythe can stop at Starbucks for Christmas drinks and maybe still have time to pull over and take cute pictures when you first hit the snow.

“How’ve you liked Christmas in the Outer Banks so far?” you ask once the two of you have left the main strip of town. Blythe huffs a sigh and you throw her a glance.

“Good, it’s good. I missed Top—missed all of you. His family is just so intense,” she complains. “And it’s fun, but it’s a lot.”

“See, I have the opposite problem. I think I’m the Topper,” you say. “Rafe doesn’t wanna do anything.”

Blythe laughs. “Would you like to trade? We’ve watched Elf at least three times and I’ve been here for less than a week. And I think his mom wants us to go caroling.”

“That’s not fair,” you whine. “Why don’t I have a simp boyfriend?”

She laughs again, louder this time. “You’re joking right? ‘Make sure you drive careful, sweetheart.’ ‘Oh, don’t bother your pretty little hands putting on your own snow chains, sweetheart.’ ‘Let me ride in the car with you because I can’t stand two hours spent apart from you, sweetheart.’”

“Alright, enough,” you mumble, your cheeks burning as you pay attention to the drive. “I see your point. I just wish he was having fun, it’s our first Christmas living together and he just doesn’t seem into it at all.”

“Have you tried talking to him about it?”

“Why would I do that?”

—

Loose lips get you in the end. After a day of Rafe walking off to find better service for a phone call when everyone is building a snowman, missing out on making mulled wine with you and Kelce because he was watching the game in the living room, you finally snap when he doesn’t put on the matching ugly sweater you bought him.

“Rafe. Why?”

“What?”

“Where’s your sweater?” you ask, tugging on the plain black shirt he’s wearing.

“Oh. Um,” he mumbles, adjusting his grip on his beer, his thumb nail peeling off the label. “It was itchy. And I don’t like that the bells make noise whenever I move.”

You certainly didn’t skip out on the mulled wine, pushing him back into the bedroom the two of you had claimed and ignoring any jabs from your friends. “Okay, I’m not doing this anymore. What is going on with you?”

“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on,” he says, but his eyes give him away.

“Am I bothering you with all of this?” you ask, motioning to his discarded sweater on the bed. “You look miserable.”

Rafe groans, dropping his face into his hands where he sits at the end of the bed. “I’m sorry.”

That tugs on your heart strings and you feel bad you were getting a little testy, sitting beside him and putting your hand on his back. “About what, baby?”

“I just don’t know how to do any of this stuff. I don’t know the songs or the movies, I don’t have any of the fun traditions that you guys and all of your families do. Christmas for me always just meant stress and more work and never knowing what gift to get my dad that he’d actually like and—”

“Breathe, babe,” you implore.

“Yeah, trying,” he nods, catching his breath. “It’s just—this sounds so stupid, but. It’s hard for me this time of year. I dunno.”

“Rafe,” you say sadly, leaning your head on his shoulder once he’s settle down a little. “I didn’t know.”

He sits there silently for a second, just letting you lean into him. “Hm, figured Sarah would’ve told you.”

You look back up at him and he eyes you warily, and you sigh in defeat—of course Sarah told him. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to figure out if it something I was doing wrong.”

“S’okay,” he shrugs, pressing a kiss to your head. “It’s not you. I love watching you have fun with all of this. I just don’t… I don’t think I can see the excitement the way everyone else can. Just brings up bad memories.”

You make a displeased noise. “But Rafe—”

“It’s almost over, alright?” he rushes, standing up to leave the room. “And then I’ll be back to normal, I promise.”

You try to give Rafe space that night because you can tell he’s upset with himself and the way he’s handling things, opting to get caught up in the card games by the fire and Blythe’s special eggnog. He’s putting on a brave face in front of all of your friends, tucking himself behind you and hiding from conversations at any opportunity, but you can see right through the cerulean stare. You feel the urgency in his needy touch—how he just needs to be close to you but can’t or won’t explain why.

The other three don’t push it, but you’re grateful when they seem to all get the hint they should step away for a second, leaving the two of you alone with one last knowing stare sent from Kelce. The fire is crackling in front of the two of you where you’re curled up in his lap, soft Christmas classics playing from the TV while laughter spills in from the kitchen occupied by your friends.

“Do you wanna know one of my favorite Christmas memories?”

“Hm?” he asks, looking startled by your voice. “Oh, yeah. Sure.”

“My parents’ Christmas Eve party, when we were, god—eighteen, nineteen? It was the first one after we went away for college,” you start, waiting for him to catch up. He nods like he knows what you’re talking about.

“Oh, yeah,” Rafe says, then his eyes widen. “Oh, yeah. Oh my god, was that the one where we hotboxed your pool house, because we didn’t know we had to start sitting at the adults’ table that year?”

You giggle at the memory, thinking about the boys, you, Gretchen, and Margot sitting in a square at the end of the adult’s table, all trying not to give yourselves away. You sat there in silence until Margot missed her mouth and spilled practically an entire flute of champagne down the front of her dress, making Kelce laugh which caused a ripple effect until you were all teary-eyed messes.

And you would’ve been horrified by the disappointed look on your father’s face at the head of the table if Rafe hadn’t accidentally bumped his knee into yours from where he sat beside you, body shaking as he tried to contain his laughter. He’d brushed a hand over your knee and leaned down to whisper a sorry into your ear, and if you couldn’t use the excuse of being under an influence, you know your starry-eyed look as you told him ‘no problem, RC’ would’ve been a dead giveaway of your feelings. “That’s the one.”

“God, I still can’t believe we got away with that.”

“We did not. My dad definitely knew,” you tell him.

Rafe groans, but he’s smiling now, even where he’s hiding his face in your shoulder. “I cannot believe he lets me date you sometimes. Seriously.”

“But, see? Christmas can be fun sometimes, even if it’s just getting stoned at ill-advised times and causing a ruckus at the Y/l/n family Christmas Eve extravaganza.”

“Mm,” Rafe hums wistfully. “My dad and Rose went away on business on the 25th that year. I think Sarah went to John B’s—Wheez and I picked up a ton of Chinese food after we burned the turkey.”

You deflate against him. “Rafe.”

“No, don’t. This isn’t a ‘feel sorry for me’ moment—it was actually kinda nice, if I remember. We stayed in our pajamas and watched those clay people movies all day,” he says. “I dunno. Maybe Christmas isn’t horrible all the time.”

It was a start.

—

Through the years your friends have all calmed down and grown up, but that doesn’t stop any of you from getting a little rowdy at your parents’ Christmas party this year. Margot comes and Gretchen finally made it home too, so you blame the repeat cocktails on the nostalgia and everyone being back together.

And things are different now because when someone brings out the mistletoe you gladly stand up on your toes and plant one on Rafe in front of all of your friends, whereas when the same scenario happened when you were seventeen you’d been a deer in headlights, squealing in surprise when Margot sprung into action, pushing Rafe out of the way so she she could kiss you instead—a true friend, she is. Everyone laughed it off but they still tease you about it to this day.

Today, you’re still lip-locked with Rafe, ignoring the hoots and whistles from your friends, until Kelce is breaking you up and squeezing in for a cheek kiss from either of you and effectively ending the display. “Alright, mom and dad. We get it, you figured out your feelings. But it’s been a year of this shit and my eyes can’t take it anymore. Separate.”

“Seriously,” Gretchen agrees. “It was almost more fun when you didn’t know.”

“No it wasn’t,” Margot and Topper chorus.

Gretchen rolls her eyes and tugs you away with a looped arm, marching you both back toward the more dignified area of the party. “C’mon, I wanna go flirt with that bartender your mom hired.”

“Ooh, wait, really?!” you ask. “I love that for you.”

“And you need air,” she laughs, eyes scanning your flushed expression. “I swear, next time I come home you’re gonna be pregnant, Y/n/n.”

“Mmm, no. We don’t wanna have kids until we move back from California,” you say, immediately clapping a hand over your mouth as you realize what you just said. “Oh, fuck. Gretch—”

“Until you… what?”

“We haven’t told anyone, okay? So, shh,” you beg. “We just started talking about it. My parents don’t even know.”

Her eyebrows remain at their spot practically shot into her hairline. “You know I hate to ask. But do his?”

“No, nobody does,” you whisper. “So tight lid, alright?”

“Oh my god, wait. That’s so exciting,” she says, her lip pouting in adoration. “You’ll be so much closer to me. God, he’s so whipped—”

“Okay,” you interrupt, hands on her shoulders. “Let’s go find Cute Bartender and see if we can get him to shut you up, alright?”

“Maybe he’ll be my Rafe.”

Cute Bartender was decidedly no Rafe, at least in your eyes, but he was falling for every one of Gretchen’s usual tricks. You sipped your champagne flute in amusement as you watched her at work from a little ways down. She’d just moved onto asking him how exactly a Sex on a Beach got its name when a presence sidles up next to you, a black suit jacket brushing your bare shoulder.

“You’re way too pretty to be sitting here all by yourself.”

A comment like that would normally knock you off-kilter these days, ready to be shrugged off or politely declined depending on the situation. But coupled with your boyfriend’s very familiar voice, it has you turning to look at him in amusement.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m surprised your boyfriend isn’t around,” Rafe says, making a show of surveying your parents’ entire house. “I mean if I were him, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

“Don’t have one,” you decide, stifling a giggle when something a little offended flashes in his eyes. Rafe shakes his head, sipping a little more of his drink before re-committing to the bit.

“No? Well that works out for me then, doesn’t it?”

“Depends.”

You’re out of practice in your flirt game but you can tell it doesn’t matter. Rafe’s a little tipsy and he’s absolutely hanging off of your every word. “Have we met before? I feel like I recognize you.”

“Hm,” you wonder, eyes roaming over Rafe in his black tuxedo like you’re trying to place where you know him from, when you’re really just checking him out for the tenth time that night. “Maybe. I grew up around here.”

“Me too,” Rafe says. “Shocked we never ran into each other.”

“A shame, really,” you say, testing the waters as you move closer to him. Rafe twitches where he leans against the bar when a festively painted fingernail traces the buttons on his crisp white shirt. “What should we do about that?”

“I’d like to take you home,” Rafe blurts, blinking dumbly. “And maybe you can just stay forever because you actually live there too because I’ve been in love with you for, like, half of my life.”

You throw your head back and laugh, slapping him on his chest. But he just grabs your hand and keeps you tucked close to him, gleeful smile matching your own. “Baby, you were doing so good for a second.”

“You know I can’t help it when I’m this drunk, Y/n/n,” he groans, still smiling when you wrap your arms around his waist under his suit jacket. “Fuck, I forgot how good of a flirt you are. You never pull the moves on me anymore.”

“Maybe you’re just immune to my charms by now.”

“Not possible,” he says. His eyes are glassy and he’s been smiling all night, and you know he’s finally starting to come around on Christmas just from the way he’s looking at you.

“Rafe? And Y/n, is that you?”

Your arms unwind from Rafe and fall to your side on instinct, faced with your AP Calculus teacher for the first time in years. “Mr. Torres?”

“I thought that was you two, wow,” the older man says. “How are you both?”

You take turns catching him up on all of your life updates over the years, stumbling over your words a little from the alcohol and from the fact that your old math teacher caught you both seconds away from making out in the middle of this party. You knew better than to be getting handsy when half of Figure 8 was in attendance tonight, and you guess this was your punishment. Mr. Torres orders another round of drinks for the three of you and covers the tip for all of it, turning to say one last thing before being on his way again. “You know, I always thought there was something there between you two.”

“I’m—I’m sorry?” Rafe says, clearing his throat.

“Yes, that year I had you both in my class.”

“Oh, we weren’t dating then, Mr. Torres,” you clarify. “This is uh, a little more recent.”

“No? Could’ve fooled me back in the day,” he says, smiling at you both. “Well, happy holidays.”

Mr. Torres walks off and you both stand there in a stunned silence until you groan, making Rafe laugh against you. “That was humiliating.”

“God. Who knew our math teacher was such a romantic?”

—

John B drops the two of you at home on his way back to The Cut that night, volunteered as a designated driver for the night by his girlfriend. Rafe lets you take the front seat but that doesn’t stop him from tipsily complaining about the lack of safety features in the back of the beat-up van.

“Is this thing even street legal?”

“I try not to think about that,” John B admits, pulling up to your street. “Monsieur and madame, your destination.”

“Thanks, kid,” Rafe says, helping you out of the front seat. “Merry Christmas. See you tomorrow.”

The two of you still-slightly-drunkenly shuffle around the house in a practiced routine for coming home after nights out, but you’re having a harder time with your heels this particular night. By the time you finally get them off and leave them by the front door, you expect Rafe to be in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Instead you find him with his bow tie undone around his neck, scarf and jacket still on, standing in front of the tree holding a small, neatly-wrapped box in his hands. “Hey, c’mere for a sec?”

“What’s this?”

“Well… Christmas is all about traditions with the people you love, right? And I thought it’d be cool if we started one,” he says shyly. “I mean, I plan to spend at least a few more with you, if that’s alright.”

“I was thinking quite a few,” you correct, feeling yourself smile as you slowly walk into the living room.

“Quite a few,” he agrees. “And one I always wanted to do when we were kids was open the first present on Christmas Eve, so I was thinking—I have one for you, sweetheart.”

“You do?” you say, pushing past him to kneel on the floor, digging around for a perfect present for him to open tonight. You hadn’t really planned for this but Rafe was trying, and he looked so sweet standing by your tree holding that box in his hands. “I can find one for you, too.”

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s kinda for both of us, anyway” he says softly, leading the two of you to sit on the couch together.

He places it in your lap and you slip a finger under the paper immediately, admiring his adequate wrapping job as you tear it open to reveal a white box. “And it’s definitely not, like, a huge deal, or anything—”

But you can’t hear him anymore as you find the wooden ornament inside the box, slowly pulling it out. It’s a picture frame, with a photo of you sitting in Rafe’s lap in Massachusetts from just a few weeks ago. At the bottom of the frame is an inscription that says ‘rafe & y/n. first christmas.’

“And listen,” he rushes to continue. “I know it isn’t technically our first, ‘cause we’ve been dating for over a year. But I dunno, it’s our first tree together in our first home and everything, and I just thought, you put all of those ornaments up on the tree this year, and this is the first time I’ve enjoyed Christmas in a really, really long time, and—”

“You know,” you squeak out, feeling those annoying tears start to brim your eyes. “For someone who doesn’t like Christmas very much, you give really great gifts.”

“You like it?” he asks in earnest, his hand falling to your knee. You look up, feeling the first tears overflow.

“Rafe, I love it.”

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron #outer banks imagine #outer banks #outerbanks

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creepswrites · 3 years

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what would be the slashers' (ordinary) hobbies besides, ya know, killin' and chillin? please <3

Slashers' ordinary hobbies, besides killing (SFW)

Y’know, I’ve never considered this before! Lemme see what I've got! Hope this is what you wanted ^^

Jason Vorhees

i actually think jason would enjoy furniture refurbishing? as boring as that sounds, when you live out in the middle of nowhere like he does, i imagine he needs to use every resource he can to his benefit! plus it keeps his hands busy!

hunting is likely a necessity for his survival and not so much a hobby, but it’s probably fun for him to make stuff out of the furs! like hats or coats!

he probably enjoys sewing or stitching! since he has to keep his clothes maintained and can’t exactly buy new ones, he’s probably got some tailoring skills to him!

jason's probably a gardener too! living off the land, i could see him stealing some seeds to grow food! a man can only eat meat for so long before he's bored...

Ghostface (Billy Loomis & Stu Macher)

oh those two love watching movies! even if they're not horror movies, those two love pretending they're renowned critics giving reviews. on the plus side, they can probably tell you how special effects and lighting work. on the downside they are the most annoying motherfuckers to watch movies with sometimes

honestly those two have made a snuff film or two together before

billy enjoys playing guitar whenever he's alone! he get too nervous to play for company but if he thinks no one will listen, he'll play

stu plays video games, mainly horror ones. sometimes he'll let people watch him, but usually if he just wants to fuck around. he's too focused on being funny when people are watching him

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface

cooking! of course this man enjoys making a home cooked meal for the ones he loves. don't think too hard about what it's made of!

he's also a baker! usually he stress bakes but sometimes he'll do it just for fun. however, if you see him making bread, thats a major indicator he's stressed out

he's actually a capable handyman and makes things like tables and chairs! one day, bubba wants to work more with metal

i actually could see bubba enjoying gardening too, but maybe a bit differently than jason. they both grow food but i think bubba would also enjoy growing flowers and bushes to make the house pretty!

Michael Myers

he enjoys painting! it's something quiet he can do alone and its a good way for him to let his feelings out

michael definitely enjoys wood carving. he's got various little figurines he's made of various animals that he has lined up on his windowsill

boxing! he's gotta stay fit somehow, so he usually goes to the exercise room at the asylum to punch something

its a bit embarrassing but if you give him some sticks, he's actually really good at drumming!

Brahms Heelshire

brahms likes working with clay! he makes various pots and cups. sometimes he'll work with porcelain too, if he feels fancy

he really likes writing, particularly romance poetry ;)

if he goes missing for any extended period of time, he's usually in his library. reading is a major comfort for him

knitting is also something he really enjoys, especially if he can get a pattern for a cute stuffed animal!

Freddy Krueger

obviously metalworking is a major hobby of his! it's honestly scary how much he can make

if need be, he's actually really good at face painting, but he's never told anyone why

sometimes he just likes to go for walks :) especially if its cold outside

man makes a mean fucking coffee, lemme tell you. if it's legally considered coffee, freddy can make it

Chucky the Doll

not sure if this counts as a hobby, but he'd certainly count smoking as one of his hobbies

sometimes he likes to draw on himself! small little doodles. if you sat still long enough, you could probably get him to draw on you

when you're a doll, you've gotta be good at sewing. theres just no way around it!

he's surprisingly creative! painting is something he enjoys, but in a very... abstract way? sometimes he just likes throwing paint at the canvas and seeing what happens

#🔪 creeps writes #creeps writes headcanons #creeps writes sfw #slashers #jason vorhees #billy loomis #stu macher #ghostface #bubba sawyer #leatherface #michael myers #brahms heelshire #freddy krueger #chucky #charles lee ray

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lucy90712 · 3 years

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Gender reveal (pregnancy series)

Again just like my last part of this series gender is on a spectrum and changeable but this is the common term so that is what I'm going to use but I still believe that everyone is valid no matter their gender.

Series masterlist

George:

Me and George didn't have any big plans for telling family because it really wasn't that big of a thing over in England to do gender reveals (I think this is true like I never really hear about them over here but some people do do them) so we decided just to tell them in person. Today George's parents are coming over so we are going this chance to tell them because they know that we were able to find out at our last appointment.

They arrived and brought dinner with them which was very unnecessary but also very nice of them to help us out like that. We ate dinner together just kind of casually nothing too serious because all of us are so close that we don't often do proper family dinners or whatever unless it is Christmas. After dinner George's mum helped me with washing the dishes before we sat down on the sofa together to play some games but not before me and George told them the news.

"Ok so you know that we found out the gender so we wanted to tell you" I started

"We're having a girl" George exclaimed

"Thats so exciting I can't wait to buy cute little things for her" his mum said

They were so excited to go out and buy little things for their granddaughter that she could keep as memories which put things into a whole new perspective for both me and George to the point that we both felt so unprepared because we have nothing for the baby and were already halfway through the pregnancy.

Dream:

Clay wanted to do something for his family and mine to reveal the gender so we set up a little party with just close family where we were going to tell them using a onesie clay had made with his trademark smiley face on it in pink with a white background which was actually really cute and I can't wait till she can wear it.

I have been setting up decorations out in the garden all morning it's not a whole lot but it has taken me a while because I keep getting distracted. When it was done there was balloons in blue and pink as well as bunting and table cloths and we had cupcakes with different colour icing on them just for fun. Everything actually looked pretty good with a bit of straightening up from where my brain had just thought of something else that needed doing it would be perfect.

Our families soon arrived and enjoyed the cupcakes and chatted about what they thought we were having. Once it felt like a good time Clay got the box that we wrapped the onesie in and brought it outside so we could let them open it, both of our moms opened it together while the rest of our families watched from behind them. They opened the box and pulled out the onesie looking at it for a second before it sunk in what they were holding.

"Congratulations you two" my mom said

"This onesie is so cute did you get it made?" His mom asked

"Yes I did and I got a few others but they haven't arrive yet" Clay said

"Wait I didn't know there was going to be more" I said

He is full of surprises this man but I'm not going to lie I was quite looking forwards to this one.

Sapnap:

Seeing as Sapnap's family have been so supportive of us we wanted to do something for them to announce the gender so Sapnap and I have been planning a little party for everyone where we are going to cut a cake to tell them the gender. I also thought it would be fun to have a little box for people to put guesses of what they thought we were having in and we would total it up before the reveal to see if they were right.

Everyone came over and we talked for a while with them trying to get information out if me to try and make their guesses on the gender. We took the box with all the slip of paper in and me and Sapnap counted them together.

"Thats 3 for boy and 9 for girl" I said

It was kind of funny to see the results especially knowing what the baby actually is. Sapnap gave me a look and we grabbed the knife we had prepared and I put my hand on his so we could cut the cake we had together. We cut a slice to reveal the blue sponge inside which we showed everyone and their reactions were priceless because they definitely didn't expect us to be having a boy.

"It's a boy" Sapnap exclaimed

"There is no way I was sure it was a girl" his mom said

No one believed us to start with but we managed to convince them as time went on.

Quackity:

Me and Alex had told all of our family separately in person but he still wanted to film a video that won't go out for a while but he wanted to do it for fun. He wanted us to do old wives tales to see if they were accurate. He had some ready that he wanted to do some of which seemed more scientific than others but we did them all anyway.

We started with the ring test where we took one of my rings I wear all the time and used a strand of my hair to hover it over my bump. It swung in a straight line which indicated girl which we marked down on a white board. Next we did the mirror test and I looked into the mirror for a minute to see if my pupils dilated which they didn't which also indicated girl.

The next one we did was kind of gross and involved baking soda which we had to put into a cup of my pee and see if it fizzed which it did which indicated boy. The last one we did was the heartbeat test which said that if the heartbeat was over 140 it is a girl which our baby's was.

I was quite surprised that they were mostly right but of course the fans didn't know that so we had to do a final reveal where we told them that it was a girl. I'm quite excited for the video to go out after we tell fans about the pregnancy because it was actually quite fun to film.

Karl:

We didn't really have anything planned but the mr beast crew set up a little party for us where we could tell them the gender because they are so desperate to know. To actually reveal it we decided to get a balloon with blue confetti inside it despite knowing when it popped it would scare me it was going to be fun for everyone else.

They had set everything up pretty extravagantly because that’s how they do things, there was so many decorations and way too much food for anyone to eat. We had a nice time though eating way too much food and Chris gave us a bunch of advice for when baby arrives.

Eventually we got up and brought in the balloon and got ready to pop it with a knife, Karl held the knife while I held the string of the balloon. He gave me a warning before he popped it still made me flinch and I felt the baby jump inside me but when I opened my eyes after just a split second and there was confetti everywhere.

"We're having a boy" Karl practically squealed

"Yay Tucker can have a little friend" Chris said

Wilbur:

Me and Wilbur have told all of our family the gender of the baby but no friends know so he invited some to our place to hang out and so we can tell them the gender. We have spent most of the morning cleaning the place and sort of setting up like cooking and baking but now everything is pretty much ready as people are arriving.

Phil arrived first and brought us some baby clothes which was very sweet of him, all of the others arrived not long after and we all sat down to talk and tell when what we are having. Wilbur had ordered some onesies for the baby which were pink which we were going to show the group. Wilbur left the room for a minute at some point and came back with the onesie in his hands but behind his back.

"I got this the other day and its just to cute" he said holding it up

"Wait does that mean your having a girl?" Tubbo asked

"Yeah we are" I said

They were all very excited and can't wait to meet her but for now they can look at the bump which I did let them feel which I don't let most people do but Tommy especially was so excited I thought why not.

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ariendiel · 2 years

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What would the season 2 li do for mc on Valentines day?

I love romantic asks like this, anon, thank you! They're just so soothing to answer ✨ I saved this one for today on purpose, so sorry for taking absolutely forever to answer it for you. Hope it's okay though 💗

The love interests and Valentine's day

Bobby

He'd for sure bake something extra special, probably MC's favourite(s). In the evening, I can see them building a blanket fort together, where they'd watch their favourite film together while enjoying his baking and some bubbly. All very cute and wholesome – like Bobby.

Carl

I think since he's not usually someone who spends a lot of time on his relationship (but he's working on it!), he'd put in some extra effort for Valentines. A nice gift, a meal out, a card he actually wrote himself... He knows he's not always good at prioritising, so he'll definitely make up for it and then some.

Elisa

So extra. I mean, it's Elisa. She'll make it a full-day ✨event✨ for the two of them, holding nothing back. Flowers delivered at work, followed by a couple's trip to the spa and dinner at a fancy restaurant, all of it carefully documented of course. I feel like she'd splurge on a nice present too.

Gary

A more traditional guy, so I can see him buying MC flowers and chocolates, before taking her out on a date. Maybe to the shipyard together? I think he'd have brought fish and chips, some cans of beer, and they would simply enjoy each other's company while watching the lights. If it got cold he'd lend her his favourite flannel. There's something so 80s movie about this, and I love it.

Henrik

Valentine's day isn't really big in Scandinavia (feel free to correct me other Scandis), but I still think he'd do something. Maybe he went out to pick some of the first flowers of spring for her, tied in a bunch with string, and placed in one of the small clay vases they made together at a pottery course. It's something small, but thoughtful, and so very Henrik.

Ibrahim

Depends on how far into the relationship they are! At first? Expensive presents, fine dinner, red roses, luxury chocolates... He won't hold back, thinking that's what every girl wants. Once he feels more secure and is older however, I think he'd calm it down a bit. She'd still feel absolutely spoiled on the day, but it'd be less overwhelming for sure.

Lucas

He could go all out, but I see him preferring something a bit more mellow. Drinks and tapas after work, at a quiet and moody place where they can hide in a corner and get some privacy. I think he'd buy her a present only if he thought it's something she'd like, and he'd love to get something in return. For someone who's likely used to the expecations of being the "perfect gentleman", he'd probably love to be the one to receive flowers for once.

Marisol

I'm not entirely sure Valentine's day is quite her thing, and I think she'd prefer if her partner did something for them rather her having to plan anything. Still, I can see her buying a cute card, or a nice bottle of wine for them to share. Something simple, but which elevates the everyday life.

Noah

He's not an obvious romantic, but it somehow still comes naturally to him to be a bit of a romantic. So, I think he'd buy her favourite flowers, before taking her out to their favourite local restaurant – nothing too far away as I think he'd want them to go home for dessert (double meaning intended). I also think this is something he could do on any other day though, not just Valentine's, as he doesn't buy into how consumerist that day has become.

#litg bobby #litg carl #litg elisa #litg gary #litg henrik #litg ibrahim #litg rahim #litg lucas #litg marisol #litg noah #litg #litg s2 #love island the game #ask

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nancypullen · 8 months

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Creeping Toward September

Shhhh. The last three days we've woken up to temperatures hovering between 58-60 and I don't want to scare it away. I know it's still August, summer is still spreading her fiery breath around, and we're a solid month away from really pleasant weather, but this sneak peek is wonderful. Our daytime highs still soar to the 80's, but I'll take that cool morning kiss and dream about fall. I haven't posted in a week! We had the sweet grandgirl for three days and had a ball. We returned her Monday afternoon and then I took Tuesday off. I didn't lift a finger. Since then I've been cranking out earrings like my life depends on it. I still need to make cards and if I have time, do some of my altered art watches. I'm working on earrings first because they require more time. First I condition and blend the clay and decide what sort of pattern or look I want, then I roll and cut, and into the oven they go. Once they're baked I do a little sanding to smooth the edges, then they get an acrylic glaze and go into my little UV machine. When they're all pretty and glossy, I drill holes and put them together with jump rings and posts. None of it is hard, but it is a bit time consuming. I am building an inventory though, and that's the goal. My plan for Artisans on the Choptank is to have one display of autumn and Halloween earrings, one display of the local high school colors, and one display of just really FUN earrings - all colors and designs. I've made several pairs in the high school colors, and right now I'm in the thick of the autumn batch.

I'm really digging the gray, gold, and white. I was actually just using up scraps when I made those, but I may make more.

I won't be charging much because I know how imperfect these are. I'm not using high end findings, I'm still a bit clumsy with the whole process, and I'm simply not a perfectionist. If anything has to be exact, I'm not your gal. But for a few bucks, surely the ladies of Caroline County would like some fun earrings. I guess I'll find out. I'm planning to post this sign at my booth.

I may also have a little sign with a "days until Christmas" countdown. It's closer than you think.

So, that's what's keeping me busy. I'm happiest when I'm creating, so it's been a good week. I can't wait to complete the earring plan and get started on the cards. I've roughed out a couple of ideas.

Come on over to my booth and buy a gift for the fancy gal in your life and a card to go with it. One stop shopping! I have the Square thing for my phone so I can swipe a card, I have appropriate displays for my wares, and I'll have this banner on the front of my table.

That's me! I think that since my first foray into the craft fair world is in September, I'll use an orange table cloth and maybe some mini pumpkins with that banner. Keep it simple, but noticeable.

I'm trying not to over invest because this may be a flop. Or I might decide that I hate sitting at a booth all day. That banner was $7, my time is free (seriously, what else am I going to do?), and my supplies are mostly inexpensive. Clay is cheap. I don't want this to become a money pit of a hobby. Hopefully I can sell enough to pay for my spot at the event. Booth space for the day is $50 and it's only four hours! I think that's steep. Maybe I'm naïve.

Aright, enough about that. You've probably fallen asleep while I yammered on about clay earrings. B-O-R-I-N-G. Sorry. Honestly, I can't share a zillion photos of the grandgirl (which is what I want to do) and there's not much else happening around here. The mister is still running far and wide doing his photo stuff. The last two evenings he was at Summerfest. That's Denton's BIG send-off to summer, celebrating harvest as well as sending the kids back to school. They don't start school until after Labor Day here (throwback to my childhood!). Anyway, at Summerfest there's a lot of good music, dancing, food, fireworks, a play area for kids with giant sides and bouncy houses, and so on. I probably should have gone, but I end up attending those sorts of things alone. That's no fun. I figured I'd stay home and use those hours to produce inventory (I was trying to avoid saying earrings again). Last year I tried to enjoy it, but I had horrible sciatica pain and I was still feeling puny from a double bout of covid. I did enjoy the music though!

Heyyyyy, speaking of pain...guess who is living practically pain-free these days? Ol' Grancy has found the perfect recipe for feeling whole again! First, movement. Walking for just 30 minutes every morning and being diligent about my stretches and some core work has made a huge difference. I'd like to get a treadmill and increase my waking time. I used to do 3.5 miles every morning and it set the tone for the rest of my day. That was before my ankle surgery. After the ankle surgery I tried so hard to maintain activity, water aerobics, Jazzercise,etc. I even had a routine before Jazzercise - ibuprofen one hour before class, after class I'd drive home with an ice wrap on my ankle and then elevate it. Stupid, huh? THEN WE MOVED. That move was when I hurt my back and the sciatica stuff started. If you want to know how much true sciatica issues hurt, brawny boxer Mike Tyson uses a wheel chair when his flairs up. So PT, stretches, and walking had reduced my pain by about half. I'm not bragging when I say that I endure pain well. That's just how I'm made. An ER nurse once called me "stoic". But that doesn't mean it's not exhausting. It takes a toll, it robs you of joy. It's no bueno. That's when someone I love and trust told me all about gummies. Let me start by saying I've never smoked pot in my life. I've never had a negative view of it, it just wasn't my thing. I've never been a drinker either, I don't care what anyone else drinks or smokes, it just wasn't for me. Do you, enjoy your life, none of my business. Maryland recently legalized marijuana, like so many other states, and people are becoming more educated about the plant, the products, and the benefits. What I knew could have fit in a teacup. I learned that medical marijuana is often used for chronic pain with great success and no side effects. I cringe at the thought of using prescription meds with a long list of possible and horrifying side effects. I was already living on a steady diet of Tylenol (not good) that only half worked. So when that dear person explained to me what she uses and how, I was intrigued. Fast forward to visiting a dispensary and telling the very helpful person at the counter, "I don't want to get high, but I'm old and I hurt." She said, "Gotcha." Because I am a lightweight with everything from alcohol to cold medicine, I tried one quarter of a gummie to start. One fourth of a CBD/THC gummie and I am a perfectly normal, not high, PAIN-FREE person! I am astounded. I knew that THC is used for people who are suffering with conditions from cancer to Lyme Disease, but I assumed that those patients were trading lucidity for relief. Maybe at higher doses they are, I don't know. Still, better than so many of the alternatives. So this plant, possibly put on Earth just for this purpose, criminalized and stigmatized (with the help of big pharma who wants your money), is the simplest solution of all. Of course, just like alcohol, there are people who abuse it. Alcohol, oxycontin, all sorts of legal things are abused. People are people. I'm just saying that 1/4 of a little gummie candy allows me to move through my day without pain and feel like myself again. No expensive, addictive drug with scary side effects - just a plant. Hallelujah. I may regret sharing that, because plenty of people will judge without researching. I'm okay with it. I know what I know. I'm not a drinker, a smoker, a pill taker, or a whiner. I'll just say that if your state has been smart enough to legalize it, and you have any sort of chronic pain, I'm happy to answer any of your questions about my experience. I'm still learning, but I can tell you that it's been a miracle for me. I'm dancing again! No foggy brain, just relief.

If anyone had told young me that old me would be chewing up pot candy, I'd have called you a damn liar. Old me is wiser, thank goodness. Alright, it's past time for me to get some chores done. I've already cleaned the bathrooms but I definitely need to water a few things outside. A couple of days ago I tidied up the gardens and hacked down about half of the spent sunflowers (because I'm pain free!). I stuck the heads into a staked planter so the yellow finches can keep enjoying them.

Once I finish outside I can get busy painting eyes on these ghosties and giving them some glitter.

Can you tell I don't use my good baking sheets for making earrings? Some eyes, some glitter, and some posts and they'll be ready to go! I'm not going to do very many cutesy earrings - just these ghosts and some pumpkins. I don't want to get too stuck on holidays, I'd rather do seasons. Anywho, wishing you a wonderful Sunday. I hope that yours is as busy or as quiet as you like. Do something that delights you, whether that's a lazy afternoon in a hammock with a book or a deep clean of your space. Take care of yourself, body and soul. It's important. Sending out loads of love. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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May I request some fluff RFA headcanons? 🥺🥺

I hope these are okay!! I added Saeran and V just for the sake of it!! <3 these will be a random mixture of with and without MC!

Random Fluffy RFA + Saeran and V Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Fluffy Headcanons

He asks you to marry him in LOLOL, since there’s an expansion pack where you can set up a little house for extra storage. He gets really nervous and a bit sweaty about asking you to do it, he takes it oddly seriously and Zen almost passed out when he thought that you were actually engaged.

He tries to make you coffee every morning, especially if he’s trying a new style out. He thinks it’s really fun and he loves to greet you with it for breakfast. After a while, you come to associate the faint smell of coffee with Yoosung.

At the start he starts sneakily using little bits of your shower gel because they smell so much nicer than the one his gamer student budget allows him to buy. Eventually, he’ll just cave and buy a bottle of the one that you use because it means he gets to be reminded of you all day and it’s a lot better for his skin anyway.

If you play with his hair when his head is in your lap, he’ll absolutely fall asleep. Yoosung is a little bit like a puppy in that way, it just makes him feel so happy and loved.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Fluffy Headcanons

Zen’s a big person for morning kisses, especially sleepy ones. He’s an early riser and definitely feels extra needy in the morning. He’s also always the big spoon, he likes to feel as though he’s protecting you even when he’s asleep.

Whenever you’re crying and cover your face so he can’t see, Zen’s the kinda person who would gently pull your arms away so he can get a look at you and figure out what’s wrong. He’ll kiss at your eyes and cheeks until you either stop crying, or let him get close enough to pull you in so you can cry on his chest.

He loves doing skincare on you. If he thinks you’ve had a hard week, he’ll do your moisturiser, clay mask, face mask, eye mask- you name it, Zen wants to pamper you with it. He knows the importance of skincare and he thinks it’s a great way to relax and pamper you.

Zen’s ‘Happy Place’ that he thinks of when he gets stressed is the two of you, beers in hand, spending an evening in the kitchen trying to cook food. He can hear the laughter, smell the ever-so-slightly burning food, taste the traces of beer on your lower lip. It just makes him so happy to think about and he can feel the desperation in his limbs to sprint home at full speed and make the daydream real.

Jaehee Kang Fluffy Headcanons

Saturday mornings are Jaehee’s favourite out of the whole week. She’s just worked 5 hellish days and Saturday is the day where she gets to have a bit of a lie-in. Usually, Jumin doesn’t ask her to come into the office on weekends and it’s usually just a case of working from home. Jaehee tries not to oversleep too much because she doesn’t want to throw off her schedule but sometimes she can’t help but pass out for 10 hours straight and undisturbed.

She really enjoys bubble baths with you. When you first start doing it together, she’s a little shy at being seen undressed so intimately, but she still really enjoys the time alone with you. It’s a great way to unwind and she likes being so close to you.

Jaehee isn’t much of a cuddler when she’s asleep, she tends to just sleep flat on her back out of exhaustion. However, if you wake up for any reason during the night, you’ll frequently find her hand holding yours, whether she did it consciously or not.

She collects really nice and cute stationary. She doesn’t really take them to work because she doesn’t want to be seen as unprofessional, but once she runs the coffee shop, she gets to write in her little hot-drinks-themed stationary and decorates the little cups with tiny stickers for the frequent customers and especially for whenever Zen comes to visit.

Jumin Han Fluffy Headcanons

Sunday mornings are Jumin’s favourites. He usually wakes up really early by routine, but on Sundays he spends a little bit longer curled up in bed with you and Elizabeth the Third, watching you both sleep. Jumin’s also usually the big spoon if he’s sleeping on his side, but when he sleeps on his back he typically still has one arm around your waist so you’re pulled next to him with your head on his chest.

He personally donates to many different cat shelters all over the country. He takes the money straight out of his own bank account and gives generous monthly donations to make sure that there’s enough funding to both feed the cats already there, and take in extra cats of the streets along with getting them adopted. Jumin’s staff actually has a company policy that if they adopt a cat from one of the shelters that Jumin supports, the vet and adoption fees are covered by him, he counts it as philanthropy.

Jumin has a bottle of wine in his cellar from the date you met, the date you first kissed, the date you got engaged and the date you got married. He hasn’t quite decided when he’ll share those wines with you, he just knows at the moment that he wants to keep them for a very special occasion.

When he’s bored at work but he can’t call you because you’re busy, he pictures taking you to one of his vineyards on the weekend. He’ll picture your smile, you adjusting your hat and lightly squinting against the sun, you smiling at him over your glass of wine. Then he’ll tell Jaehee to clear his schedule for the weekend.

Saeyoung Choi Fluffy Headcanons

Your arms around him, holding him against you, is pretty much the only thing that can bring Seven out of an anxiety attack. If you’re not physically with him, he crawls under the duvet on his bed in hopes of still smelling you. He’ll call you and look through selfies with you that he has on his phone until he calms down.

Seven frequently tries to make you food. He’s never had to cook for anyone before and he doesn’t really cook for himself, so it’s a lot of trial, error and frustrated takeaways. You try to eat whatever he makes though because you can really tell that he’s put his heart into it and you want to show him that you appreciate the effort he’s making.

He loves you feeling his biceps and gushing over how strong he is. He’s not even particularly ripped but you can tell he has strength in his limbs and seeing you give him any kind of physical approval makes him m e l t instantly.

He’s both the big and little spoon, depending what mood he is in. Sometimes he wants to hold you close and never let go, but sometimes Seven needs a little bit of support too and want to feel like he’s needed by you.

His absolute favourite dates are the arcades, the cinema, bowling and carnivals. He has far too much fun on the bumpercars and he absolutely has it out for you, you spend most of the time trying to escape him.

GE Saeran Choi Fluffy Headcanons

GE Saeran always makes very over the top hot chocolates for the both of you. He has an arsenal of whipped cream, syrups, chocolate shavings and sprinkles. His hot chocolate is better than any you could buy in a store. He’ll make one for you whenever you ask, and then sometimes just to surprise you if it looks like you’re having a bad day.

GE Saeran ends up getting two cavities in his first few years of living freely. He does look after his teeth, but he let his sweet-tooth go little bit wild with all the new foods he got to try, it was all so new and fun to him, he just wanted to try everything! He took much better care of his teeth after that, but the trip to the dentist was quite a weird one since he’d never been before.

Slight Angst: Saeran always serves your food first and makes sure there’s always extra helpings if you want it. He usually puts a little bit more on your plate than what you would usually eat. He never quite gets over the guilt of taking your food away at Magenta, so he spends the rest of his time making sure you have more than enough to eat now.

He likes to constantly buy you little gifts that he sees when he’s out and about that remind him of you. A little notebook in your favourite colour? A little forget-me-not necklace? A candle that smells like your perfume? He’d added them all to his cart.

After lip kisses, Saeran loves giving cheek and hand kisses to you. For him, he really loves getting head kisses and he thinks it’s extra cute when you plant a little kiss onto the tip of his nose.

V/Jihyun Kim Fluffy Headcanons

V usually wakes up first, unless he was working late in his studio. He wakes you up with a kiss to the forehead, a cup of coffee and soft words. After he’s put your drink on the table, he’ll climb back into bed with you and cuddle until you’re properly awake.

He actually enjoys baking with you. Well, he likes to help you bake and then he gets to do the decorating. You usually bring a cake to any RFA hangouts and it’s always very obvious when V’s helped you bake because it feels like he goes out of his way to put a piece of gallery-worthy art onto a cake with food colourings and icings. He thinks it makes it tastes better, and you have to agree.

In recent years, V’s been considering trying a more plant-based diet. He thinks he’d like to try vegetarianism, but he’s frequently spend periods of time as a pescatarian, especially after he’s come back from travelling. It also means that he gets to practice cooking more too.

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