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lilchibi-chan · 3 years

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CORPSE x Reader

I’ve had this in my head for a while!!! Especially the part about the dinosaur onesie.

PS if somebody could PLEASE draw corpse in a Dino onesie I will love you forever and write whatever you request.

You had a pretty good day at work today. There were parts that were slightly stressful, but that comes with any job.

You finished your shift at around 4:30 and you texted Corpse to see if he was awake and if he wanted to hang out. He said that it was cool with him since he hadn’t seen you in a while. You decide to drive over to Target to get some snacks for yourself and you walk around the store to see what else you need to spend your money because let’s be honest, you never leave Target with only what you went there. You walked through the book section, then to the clothing section and then you saw two dinosaur onesies in the mens section.

You thought it would be so cute if you and Corpse wore matching onesies while hanging out, so you took them both and headed to checkout.

You texted Corpse to let him know you were outside his apartment and waited a couple seconds before the door was pulled open.

“Hey!” you say hugging him

“Hey Y/N” he said, still sounding tired

“Did I wake you up when I texted,” you ask feeling bad

“Yes and no,” he says with a small giggle,”I was in the midst of waking up, I just wasn’t fully awake yet.”

“You could’ve just left me on read or something,” you say laughing

“No, I wanted to see you and I have to join a lobby with Rae, Sykkuno and everyone so”

“That’s right, I completely forgot. I can leave, I don’t wanna bug you”

You and Corpse met through Rae during a stream. Streaming is just a hobby for you, so you’re not as big as everyone else, but you enjoy doing it on your free time and when you wanna get your mind off of work. You and Corpse grew really close as you found it easy to talk about certain things with him and he was open to listening to you. You even confessed to him that you were a fan before you actually met him, so this was basically a full circle moment for you.

“No, it’s fine. You’re completely welcome to stay. What’s in the bags by the way”

You smile and you take out the onesies.

“There’s one for you and one for me,” you say with a huge smile

“These are so cool,” he says excited,“Can I put it on now?”

“Of course,” you say smiling

You took the tags off of the onesies and gave Corpse his.

“Can I use your bathroom to change? I wanna get out of my work clothes.”

“Yeah, it’s fine”

You take your bag with you since you have clothes to change in. You take off your work shirt and pants, then throw on a tank top and shorts to wear under your onesie.

Once you exit the bathroom, you see corpse in his onesie and can’t help but feel giddy. He looked so stinkin cute.

It was time for Corpse to get on discord with Rae and everyone. He logs in and starts up among us.

“Guys, Corpse is here!” Rae says

“Hi Corpse!” Sykkuno says

“Hey!” Toast, Leslie and Poki say simultaneously

“Hello everyone,” he says smiling

He muted himself in the discord chat

“Do you wanna say hi to everyone, y/n”

“Sure, if you’re okay with it, I am too”

“Yeah it’s fine, I don’t think anyone is streaming yet so it’s okay and no one will get the wrong idea or start rumors”

You get up from the chair you were sitting on and Corpse unmutes himself in the chat.

“Hey everyone!” You say happily

“OHMYGOSH! Y/N” Rae says

“HEY Y/N” everyone else greets

“I feel like it’s been forever since you got on a game,” Rae says

“Yeah, I know. It’s been like a week or so. Next time you guys are gonna play, let me know. I’ll get on after work if it’s a day I’m working.”

“Yay!!” Rae and Poki say

“Okay, well I’m gonna let Corpse get back on so you guys can play and stream and stuff”

“Bye Y/N,” Rae and Poki say sadly

“It was nice talking to you for a little bit, y/n. Hopefully we can play together soon,” Sykkuno says

“Yes, I would love that. I’m gonna let Corpse get back on now. Byeee”

You let Corpse get back into his chair and you go back to where you were sitting.

It’s now a few hours into the gameplay and Corpse has to use the bathroom in the middle of the game. He tells everyone that he’ll be back then mutes his mic to ask if you would play for him while he goes. He’s crew mate this round, so you were relieve that you wouldn’t have to do some big brain gameplay. You went about doing Corpse’s tasks until he came back.

Corpse re-enters and you hand his seat back over.

“Have fun,” he asks smiling and getting comfortable

“Yeah, I was relieved to see you weren’t imposter this round”

He lets out a small giggle and unmutes his mic so that everyone in the stream could hear him.

He spent the next hour and a half talking with everyone and chat, making jokes, laughing, and simping over sykkuno. You loved hearing him have fun and glad that he could be happy even with everything he has going on.

When he finished, he logged off his computer and started to walk towards the living room. You get out of your chair and follow him.

“You still wanna watch some movies,” he asks

“Yeah, but i completely understand if you’re exhausted. You played for really long,” you say not wanting him to feel pressured

“Okay, just give me five minutes”

“Alrighty,” you say giving him a reassuring smile

He joins you on the couch and lays down facing you. He closes his eyes and faces towards the ceiling.

After he finishes resting, you turn on the tv and decide to put on How the Grinch Stole Christmas because it’s one of your favorite movies and then you agreed to put on Corpse’s favorite, Donnie Darko after your choice was over. The rest of the night you took turns picking movies until you decided you should probably head home. You give Corpse a hug and wish him goodbye.

When you reach home, you text him to let him know you reached safely and tell him good night since you have an early shift tomorrow, otherwise you would’ve stayed up with him.

‘Good night. Sweet dreams :)’ he texts back

You smile at your phone head to bed.

Art by _nokisuu on IG

I hope you guys enjoyed this. I have been working really hard and hope this makes you guys happy. I hope you all have a good night/day and thank you for all your support and reading my work 😘

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mka1098 · 3 years

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In The Bright Moonlight (You Are My Sun) Day 2

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Day Two - Masks

Nowadays, Chat Noir avoided going out post-transformation if it wasn’t for an attack. Especially in the first year of gaining the Miraculous, he took any chance to transform and get out of the house. He’d swing out of his room as Chat Noir and play in the parks at almost all times of the day. It was great fun! He’d entertain the young kids in the city or just sit on the park bench at 2am, staring at the sky and stars. Just being out in his suit was comforting; it was an escape from everything in his life. But as time went on, he got busier and his life as Adrien Agreste got a bit better. He got friends and he got to go out. There seemed to be less of a reason to escape his everyday life: thus the excurses became far and few till they rarely happened.

Today though, is an expectation. It feels like everything is pointing towards running away from his life. For the first time in a long time -- he wants to run far, far away. Chat sighs as he dangles his feet off the building; it’s a far drop but he won’t fall. The bright almost blue-white moon is high in the sky but he feels like he’s millions of meters under; today has just been an awful day. It’s too late to go out and play with the young children as a means to distract himself. Even on the rooftop, he’s alone with his crushing thoughts. It’s quite awful. At the very least, getting out of the house means feeling less choked and suffocated. That helped a little but not much. He stares out at the vast skyline of Paris. Why did everything look so big and make him feel so small? Perhaps this was a bad idea. He's wallowing and he knows it. Chat blows out a deep breath again. Maybe he should just go home: sitting here isn’t helping his conflicting emotions.

“Chat?” A voice calls behind him. He jumps up in shock and comes face to face with Ladybug. She’s looking at him with a worried expression. “Are you okay? What are you doing out here and so late on that not?” She asks him. Chat smiles wryly at her as a greeting.

“Hey, my lady.” He says. She raises a brow at him. “How’d you find me?” Chat asks. Ladybug rolls her eyes with a small smile.

‘I saw you out my window. You haven’t done this in a long time. You used to go out in the middle of the day and the Ladyblog would be full of pictures of you and kids dancing in the park or getting ice cream.” She explains. Ah, that makes sense. “You haven’t gone out in a while and when I saw you: I followed.” She says. Her expression is a worried frown and Chat feels bad for putting it there. “How are you feeling? What’s wrong?”

“I’m-” What is he supposed to say? He can’t lie to her! Not only would that feel awful but this is Ladybug! “-I’m actually not sure how I feel.” He admits. Her big blue eyes are inspecting him and it feels like she is looking right through him like glass.

“Why is that?” She asks softly. Chat looks away and sighs.

“Just...stuff in my civilian life.” He admits. She opens her mouth in a silent O shape but doesn’t push. He knows why; when it comes to their real lives, she’s hesitant to talk about it. He understands why though it doesn’t stop him from wishing they could endlessly talk about their days. “I just...well I kinda felt the need to be Chat Noir.” He continues.

“Are you...different in your civilian life?” Ladybug asks tentatively. She’s reading waves she’s uncomfortable in and he knows it. Though, he appreciates her trying to do so, just for him.

Chat huffs a laugh. “I guess you could say that.” He jokes. His head drops down and he sighs for the millionth time just tonight. “I’m more...reserved in my daily life.” He admits. Ladybug gives him a bug-eyed incredulous look: reserved...you? He reads her features and can’t help but laugh. It used to even surprise himself how different he was in his alter ego. Admittedly, ‘Adrien Agreste’ felt more like the alter ego than Chat Noir ever did. “I know, it seems impossible.” He laughs. “But I really am! I only have a handful of friends but they are great.” He smiles, thinking of his classmates. “Normally, I’m in the back of the classroom just hanging out with them. I don’t say much; I’m a lot shyer than you’d expect.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Ladybug says with a smile. She laughs and jabs him in the side of the torso. “You being shy feels like it would be the end of the world. Like it’d be out of balance.”

He dramatically gasps at her. “Please...I’d never be the cause for the apocalypse.” He jokes. For a second, she freezes and he looks at her with a curious look before she shakes out of it.

“Sure…” She says with an awkward laugh. “Anyways, why are you telling me you’re shy.” She snarks him.

Chat laughs. “Well, because I’m shy at school and not when I’m...being Chat Noir.” He explains. “I’m just...I’m so different at school and under the mask. I know that for sure. But I’m being the real me when I’m in the suit. The ‘real life’ version is the masked one.” He tells her. “Everyone I know expects me to be a certain way: act a certain way.” He looks down to the sidewalk that is so far beneath them. “So I acted a bit more like me...someone-” He winces. “-someone that means a lot to be thought I was being fake and told me to stop putting on an act. In reality, I was putting on an act already -- that was me being the real me.” He sighs.

“I see.” Ladybugs says gently. “They thought that you couldn’t be any different than they already knew?”

“Yeah…” He confirms quietly. “Yeah. I wanted to be myself with them; I thought they’d have fun with me. But they didn’t accept it. And I just...I don’t know; it just hurt a lot. And then it escalated and we’re not together anymore.”

It stings. It really stings. Adrien’s heard from other people how break-ups hurt but he didn’t think it would feel like this: the aching feeling inside of him that isn’t physical pain but still reminds him that it’s there, the nagging voice and feeling in the back of his mind that repeated it’s over. He and Kagami haven't even been for that long -- only 4 months. But god, it hurt in a way he didn’t realize it would. He’d known rejection; god, he knew it for so long with Ladybug. But what hurts so much about Kagami is that she doesn’t want to know the real him: not the one who does photoshoots all day, not the perfect son, not the quiet new kid in school, not the fencing champion -- she didn’t want to know him when he was free to be himself. She didn’t want to know Chat Noir and brushed it off because she’d never seen him act like that before. He liked her, Kagami is a great person but she doesn’t want to know who he really is. Honestly, he thought she did and thought she’d understand the facade he’d always put on considering the fact that she’d been put in a similar position with her mother.

“I’m sorry they don’t want to get to know the real you.” Ladybug says softly. “You are a great person and great partner. If they don’t want to know all the secret sides of you they’ve never seen before -- it’s their loss.” She told him honestly. “You’re a complicated person with many layers; it’s not on you if they don’t understand that. They must have a preconceived notion of who you are. But you’re not just the person they think you are: you’re also the person you didn’t know you were.” Her voice is soft and Chat feels so much better just listening to her.

“Thanks.” He says, falling into her for a hug. He feels her smile on his neck and everything feels a little better.

“Of course.” She says with a little laugh. “And hey, feel free to be yourself with me. To be all sides of yourself: shy, silly, cocky, annoying and sweet. I’m happy with all of it.” She tells him honestly. “In fact, I’d love to see them.”

Chat Noir smiles widely and he feels his heart mend itself. “Thank you.” He tells her genuinely. Even with the masks on both of their faces -- he feels totally bare to Ladybug.-

Huge thank you to @shaniartist for allow me usage of their art and to @ladynoirjuly for the prompts !

Art credits: Shaniartist on Tumblr, shani_artist on IG

https://youtube.com/channel/UCqDgJF4q5oUKYvAt4qxCViADay

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l1ttlecreatures · 3 years

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owen harper’s badges

i was struggling looking for places to get owen’s badges (and just find out what the badges actually were tbh) so now that i have finished im gna share my knowledge with u all

if i missed any lmk and ill add them<33

lets start off easy dkjfh

red che guevara badge

this is a pretty common find

very easy to find ; ‘che guevara badge’ in ebay or etsy would do the trick

here is one: Che Guevara BUTTON PIN BADGE 25mm 1 INCH Political Student Cuba Face Revolution | eBay

uk subs badge

i love this band i will not lie 10/10 recommend

the photos we have of this are unclear - the badge looks mottled, like it could be khaki coloured in some photos, but there are no signs of badges like this online, so we could say its one of the more common black badges, but vintage, and has been weathered with time ? which honestly it looks more black in some shots than green

looking at different listings it does look like they fade to be greeny but i do not know

i dont have anything else to suggest so im going to blame it on weird lighting in the hub and move on

the plain black one is a common badge, one of the first things to come up when you type in ‘uk subs badge’ online (here is one for ur convenience UK Subs - Name Button Badge (rockbymail.com))

che guevara pop art badge (srry for lq image)

this one took me a while to find, but thats only because i made a spelling mistake and didnt realise for ages

id say its a pretty common badge, but it is out of stock everywhere- i put my email in on the site though so ill update the post if it comes back in stock (this site- Button, badge CHE GUEVARA - pop art | Tips for original gifts (ukposters.co.uk))

i managed to get one off of ebay, through a one-off auction, i dont imagine itd be too rare for that to happen again so just keep an eye out

manufactured by pyramid international, but is not on their site

8 ball badge

theres a lot of similar badges out there, and getting one slightly different probably wouldnt hurt that much

i managed to find an exact dupe on ebay (id drop the link but i got the last one)

this is a similar one: 8 Ball Pool 1 Inch / 25mm Pin Button Badge Black Snooker Billiards Hustler Fun | eBay

u can characterise it by the artificial reflection spot

crass anarchy and peace badge

to get an exact dupe of this badge would be pretty hard- i cant find a place that makes them with the red like owen’s instead of the black

because of this, im assuming that owen’s badge is a genuine one

if you want an exact one then keep ur eyes peeled on the likes of ebay, depop, etsy, etc one will turn up eventually

if ur lazy then a safe bet is probably just to get one made, or deal with it being a different colour (heres a link to one of those Crass - Anarchy & Peace - Button Badge - 25mm Punk Badges, Fridge Magnet Option | eBay)

john lennon badge

just a badge with john lennon on i found it pretty easily

John Lennon LP Cover badge Official Merchandise | eBay

siouxsie sioux badge

another punk icon i love siouxsie so much

this one took me FOREVER to find and it was so worth it i actually think its sick

this is the site i got mine from;

Siouxsie & the Banshees - Underwear Button Badge (rockbymail.com)

the clash badge

again... adore this band

i got the first one i saw on ebay, from this seller: THE CLASH Button Badge UK Punk Rock Band - London Calling, Combat Rock 25mm Pin | eBay, there is one left and i cant find another (red) for sale at the moment

there are a lot of similar looking badges out there, namely the same badge but with black text instead of red, which would work just fine (THE CLASH Button Badge - UK Punk Rock Band London Calling, Combat Rock 25mm Pin | eBay)

sex pistols im a mess badge

owen has good taste in bands

this one is pretty simple to find!! (was nice to have an easy one for a change)

owens looks to be light brown with blue text in some photos and then just look b+w in others; ur call

heres a link but if you look it up then youre almost guaranteed to find one

sex pistols im a mess | eBay

circle-a badge

kind of just ur bog standard circle a

if u want the exact badge then heres the link but ngl noones going to tell the difference between it and any other

Punk Rock Anarchy Symbol 25mm Button Badge (thevinylfrontierbarry.com)

i got my eight ball and sex and drugs and rock n roll badge (below) from the same ebay seller and they included a free one, and i love them for it

sex n drugs n rock n roll badge

pretty standard tbh

theres a few on ebay but if u google it then theres loads!!!

you didnt need me to tell u this

here is one: SEx n Drugs N rock n Roll 1 inch 25mm Button Pin Badge Punk Skin | eBay

and here is a holographic one because who does not enjoy a holographic badge SEx n Drugs N rock n Roll 1 inch 25mm Prism Button Pin Badge Punk Skin | eBay

yellow and black tongue stick out badge

this was one that i really had trouble with for some reason like i just could not find an exact match

i found a glittery one which honestly was very exciting for me

if you know where to get this badge pls hmu !!

manic street preachers badge

again, this is one i was unable to locate, unfortunately

this one was really bugging me so i made a post in forum to try and locate it, but i still came up empty handed. i think the best bet would be to get one custom made.

the text appears to be the logo on the front of their first studio album, generation terrorists (1992). i recommend btw.

like the last one, if u have any info on where to get one of these then hmu !! ill add it

sex pistols rock n roll swindle badge

this badge had me confused for a while ngl

for a while i was sure that it was a different band and spent uh. quite a while looking for a badge that matched that description and then i checked my list again and i had a lightbulb moment where i realised that there were two sex pistols badges and id only done one (i may be stupid)

not that this realisation changed much as i still wasnt able to track one down anywhere

i played around in some editing software and made a (pretty bad but shhh) template thingy? which u can use to get ur own badge printed somewhere idk

onto the final badge (thats if i didnt forget one)

go deh badge

original badge manufactured by london based brand better badges (known for being one of the biggest exporters of punk badges in the 70s and 80s)

i cant find a place to recover one of these badges - i can only find two pictures of it online (that arent torchwood screenshots)

your best bet would to be get one made i reckon

i also made a template thingy for this one in case u wanted to get ur own printed. the font i used was futura condensed bold in case u wanted to do ur own (instead of using my ugly little attempt)

bonus: the frankenstein patch

Curse Of Frankenstein Sew On Patch Hammer Horror Film Movie | Etsy

dont think i missed any but in case i did then let me know!!! ill try my best to find them

thank u for reading hope i helped ! <333

when i was identifying some of his badges this post by scarecrowprops on ig really helped (https://www.instagram.com/p/CLuW01IjliB/) nd also this post (https://iant0jones.tumblr.com/post/141100170804/owens-badges-on-his-lab-coat/amp)

#torchwood #owen harper #torchwood three #spent way too long on this

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spongebob-connoisseur · 3 years

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(Sorry for the spamming with my opinions but hhhh) I just couldn’t stop thinking about this whole ‘spongeboomer’ stuff.

As that disgusting event happened on the SB cosplayer post, which weren’t the sb-boomers, more like plain stupids, there were other issue that triggered me when I read comments on the official IG account. For Thanksgiving, they posted an artwork made by one of their storyboard artist, which imo opinion was a really creative way to show how the families will mostly spend that holiday. However the very ‘clever’ “fans” could only say that the new design of the characters were bad and they miss the old ones.... I’m sure the admins facepalmed as much as I did, and they had to write a comment stating it had been a personal artwork, aka a fanart of the storyboard artist, not any kind of official art. This triggered me, because I’m also an artist and even in the team who works on the show have different artstyles, and they just tried to show it. This is how spongeboomers understand art and animation, why are we surprised they don’t like the change of the animation style?

It saddens me they go that far they harrass the crew, invading their personal life. The fact they did that with poor Hillenburg for the reason of ‘saving the show’ just makes my heart broken: he was probably sick enough in those times, yet they didn’t leave him alone. Now that he unfortunately passed away, they feel even more free to continue talking shit about the show and blaming on the members: the writers (the old and new ones) and the animators mostly - who work hard on each and every frame to keep the show going. I can see the VA cast enjoys doing that too, they are so enthusiastic about it, watching the interviews uplifts me. One of those BTS/interview kind where they talked about the SB’s big birthday blowout, Lawrence, who was a co-writer of that episode, said he couldn’t wait for everyone to see that episode - which melted my heart yet break it because those annoying ‘fans’ will continue to bring it down, telling how this series turned into piece of crap. I just soo soo agree with everything you said in the recent posts/answers!

In the end, they tend to forget what’s the show really is about, what Hillenburg’s aim was with that. We just can’t have this kind of community of a cartoon which highlight love, accept and optimisim. So sorry for this long ass paragraph😅

Hey its okay! I enjoy reading these anyways and they're always fun to answer!

But yeah I fully agree with everything you said. While the SB cosplay was just because of racists (and as of lately instagram seems to have a growing racism problem as of late)

Stuff that goes on with the SB insta and some self proclaimed "true SB fans" is concerning and the things they do are just awful. They are ready to praise the show when they post a clip from a classic episode and so quick to tear it down when they show a clip from a modern episode.

And they really do the worst when someone has the guts to disagree or share their opinion.

This isn't very different compared to what they do on twitter anyways. I think thats the worst since they spam p0rn in the replies to every single post for months. And like I said before, keep bugging the writers about their personal lives.

Hillenburg worked on the show the best he could even while sick! That's what makes me upset sometimes. He really wanted to work on the show for as long as his health would allow him and he really did his best but these spongeboomers expecting him to be some sort of messiah to return the show to season 2-3 carbon copies and reject anything that doesn't fit that ideal in their heads. They don't really want his creative input on the show. They just want a recreation of their nostalgia.

They nitpick everything and don't even see the irony in their behavior and they're so selfish.

That storyboard artist who got their art featured sounds so so sweet. They took time out of their free time to make that and they have the audacity to nitpick it and whine?? Like jeez spongebob's art style is the most inconsistent. Literally episode to episode has different styles especially in the classic seasons, not to mention like you said, storyboard artists have different ways of drawing things. Its a bit of individuality which adds a nice touch. Honestly these people deserve the same hate they give others to really understand what kind of damage they are causing.

Spongeboomers really don't understand the process of animation. I've noticed this a lot with the very toxic parts of cartoon critical people. Who really don't understand animation or anyway how it works and act like they know more than people who spent years at this craft refining it. Of course you are free to critique things but there's a difference between critiquing and talking out of your ass.

(Also I find it funny how they complain about how the new SB movie is a ripoff of Have You Seen This Snail? When HILLENBURG literally pitched this idea since the very beginning. Gary getting kidnapped/lost and Spongebob going to go save him is in pretty much every draft of the film that we've seen so far. even the alien cats one!)

I feel bad for all the people who worked so hard holding this show together. It wasn't just Hillenburg. There was a bunch of brilliant creative minds. Shows is a large group effort. It takes a lot of time and energy to create a single episode. They were having fun and eagar to share their work. They don't deserve the treatment they get. (Also drop the interview for SBs big birthday blowout 👀 👀 it sounds adorable)

I just wish they would get more support than hate. They get hate for every small step they take. I just want them to know how appreciated their work is and to enjoy and critique these things respectfully.

Sometimes you need to take a step back and accept this is just a fun silly innocent show and should be treated as such.

I really don't mind this at all! It was an interesting read! Sorry about the late reply but I really did enjoy reading and replying! Its fun!

#spongebob #Ask #Cartoonlover20

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illiterateopossum · 5 years

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i don't really know what this is but thanks to @brisingr-iettauthr for the tag!!! im not tagging anyone except @manthastop because i don't wanna bug em but you all know who you are, so feel free to do this,,,,,, or not!!!!! no pressure!

are you named after anyone? - nope

when was the last time you cried? - almost last night but probably like two days ago. i cry a lot, sue me

do you have any kids? - i have friends that make jokes about my dad-ness but nope, just my pets

do you use sarcasm a lot? - not as much as i used to because it can come across as mean sometimes, but i do use it

what's the first thing you notice about someone? - probably outfit? face wise idk probably makeup if they're wearing it, or piercings. when it's not about looks, then the way they talk to people. cause ive met some pretty rude people at uni and you can always tell by how they address everyone else

what's your eye colour? - simply just v light blue. its the one thing i like about my appearance even tho it's p boring and common

scary movie or happy ending? - oooooo i l o v e a good scary movie (scary stories to tell in the dark is a good one if you haven't seen it yet) but overall id have to say a happy ending

special talents? - i wouldn't say i really have any? i can write pretty well apparently tho so ig that (my ao3 is schreibenzi, not to shamelessly plug it or anything lmao)

where were you born? - hull in england, live just outside of it in a small village now, (and huddersfield for uni lmao) but go back very regularly

what are your hobbies? - is it bad my first thought was video games and mobile games n stuff? i really miss dragon age inquisition rn so that'll be why. writing too of course, and sometimes digital art cause even tho i can't really draw all that well, im good at the painting bit

do you have any pets? - yup! a big ol poodle called pepe, he's huge and silly and i would die for him, and a chubby* cat called smokie who i would also die for even though he prefers grass to me. oh and two tortoises that live in my great grans room

*it's just fur, don't worry hes nice and healthy! just got a lot of fluff

what sports do you/have you played? - i mean ive played plenty of sports in highschool (hockey, baseball, netball, basketball, etc. rugby was the personal fave cause i wasn't too bad) but since then nothing ://// i don't feel comfortable with them lmao

how tall are you? - somewhere between 5'4 and 5'5. i both hate it and love it

favourite subject in school? - gcse was history for definite, idk what it was before then probably german or english, but i absolutely loved history and was really fucking good at it. a level at the time was sociology cause i was, once again, really good at it (even tho i seemingly bombed my exams which makes no sense. should have sent them to be remarked lmao) but looking back probably classical civilisations as a subject because it was a mix of history and english lit, two things i still love, even now as im doing a degree in a hhs subject

dream job? - i want to help people. i will say the same thing every time. i don't care what my job is so long as at the end of it, i can look back and see people thriving and know that i used whatever means i could to get them there. people who are doing no wrong don't deserve to be treated as though they are, just for existing.

well. that was a lot for only a few questions. im used to doing these things on my sideblog, but that's p much dead so hello guess im using this one more now.

#thanku ronan for the tag!!!!!!#tag game #eli.txt

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crazily-creative · 7 years

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🌞 c a c 🌵 i 🌞

Hello love bugs!

I feel like there has been this aroma of self-doubt, negativity, and many moments of sadness that lasts for weeks in the circle of people that I've had the chance to converse with. We as humans want instant gratification and speedy Wi-Fi. We forget that life does not happen on our terms sometimes, which is not helpful when we need it ASAP. Life happens on its own terms and timing! I love using this analogy; a pastry chef never frosts a cake right after taking it out of a 375-degree oven! Do you know why? The frosting will melt all over the place and will create a mess! She waits for the delicious cake to cool off to form a solid layer of perfection. The layer is easier to frost when it is a cool hard surface. The moments of waiting for it to cool off saved her time, money, and energy believe it or not. If she rushed the decorating process, the frosting would have melted, the cake would have turned into crumbles try to “clean” it, and she would have to start all over again, wasting another possibly two hours whereas she could have made another. Time takes Time peeps! Speaking of time I met a wise cactus that whispered brilliant advice into my ear.

Last weekend I went on an adventure around Old Town San Diego with my family, really to get away from the naughty heat in El Cajon. It is not as nasty as the Arizona heat, but it was pretty hell like! Old town was filled with beautiful cacti in all different shapes and sizes. Each and every one of the bushes had lover’s names beautifully and carefully engraved in them. Sadly I couldn't get the image of the Cacti screaming for their lives, because hello you’re engraving their flesh people! I was in awe over the vibrant green they were in the gross heat and how well they held their shape and also how they were located in calm and relaxing areas all over Old Town.

I enjoy taking everyday experiences and adding wisdom into the memory. As you read on you will find six simple steps to live your life like a cactus. I bring these words with love and a push to guide you into a loving path to assist with any internal hardship or confusion going on right now in your life.

Well here it goes…

Advice from a Cactus:

1) Get plenty of sunshine.

Just as the Cacti stand tall and high basking in the beautiful sunshine, us humans need that sunshine as well. The best way to revamp your energy is to surround yourself with nature and positive people. Go for a hike, jog around a park, or visit the local botanical garden in your area. Eat health, drink a lot of water and go out and play! Anything to keep your mind free from habits of touching technology, recharge your lungs, and to free you mind from any stored chaos. As for the positive people, you should be yourself around them without feeling judged or criticized each second. They should support you, provide guidance when you need it and give you endless love.

2) Accentuate your strong points.

The Cacti have points that can be spotted miles away. It’s tough skin keeps it safe and makes a clear point to what it stands for! Focus on what you stand for and go aver what you love. Do not allow people to get in the way of what you truly desire because they have limitations in their minds of what they can only do. You are NOT them, and they are NOT you! Ladies and gents if you have a passion or are extremely talented in one particular skill spend your life perfecting it, please, please, and I repeat PLEASE do not spend your time on trying to fit in or making others happy. Some people are takers and they will take until you break. Have a clear mind of what you want and the universe will follow.

3) Be patient through the dry spells.

OHHHH....those dry spells will have you in a dizzy chaotic never-ending twirl. Yes being patient is definitely easier said than done, but I promise that Allah will never let us down. What is meant for your will find it's way; your dream job, your dream husband/wife, or whatever goals you have written in detail on your bucket list. You have to be patient to stay sane. If your emotional and mental energy is on a constant mood of jumping from here to here to there, you will eventually ware yourself out! This is coming from a night owl that was running on two hours of sleep for two and half years, with NO coffee intake! My oh my it takes a toll on your body and mental health. You have to remain focused on the bigger picture and I guarantee the puzzle pieces will connect, finically too. Just keep moving forward. If you fall YOU have to get back up again! Rest if you must, but do not allow the dryness get to you!

4) Conserve your resources.

Save, save and SAVE some more. Money comes and goes, but do not allow it to over power your mind in any selfish ways. Just as you gained it you are able to lose it. Stay humble. Use it wisely. A lot of my money goes towards my art supplies and fabric, I have an addiction, which I am changing into spending on experiences rather than materialize. Take advantage of the resource that is all around throughout your city. Use websites, such as: EBay, Etsy, Tumbler, IG, FB, SC, Amazon, OfferUP, and Craigslist to find good deals. I guarantee if you ask for what you need you will receive it! For example, a quick update on your Facebook status, asking for whatever you need, there will be at least two people that will kindly let you barrow or provide advise. If you do receive what you need remember to pay it forward, for extra good deed points with the all mighty!

5) Wait for your time to BLOOM!

I know how exhausting waiting can be! I know you are tired, you work really hard, and you are at the point of possibility giving in. Please do not give in or give up! WAIT your turn, yes waiting is a pain. Now I do not mean sit on your couch and watch the time go, NOPE not at all! I mean continue to work in silence and I know your hard work will go noticed when the time is right. It has happened to me so many times, and I am utterly blessed and humbled by it! I've come to realize that rushing and speeding through ideas, or situations only leads to double the trouble. You will have to continue to do what you are doing. The job you have now can bring remarkable opportunities and connections. Which may eventually lead you into a better pathway. As soon as you bloom in your capabilities more doors will open, and the cycle will repeat and repeat!

6) Stay Sharp!

DO NOT be a prick! (of course I mean this in a respectful manner, be and stay HUMBLE). Stay sharp with your mindset and where you want to go. Do not allow others to take advantage of you. Many times when someone hurts us we become hermits and it may lead us into ignoring the blessings that already are surrounding us. We were okay before they came into our lives and we have grown as they left our lives. Another example, would be something I recently went through. I have this passion of creating things with my hands and someone close to me has that talent as well. We are both creative and love what we do. But one day I shared a design idea and the following week she created it. I was heart broken and pissed off! NO, I do not have the right to stop anyone from expressing his or her creativity. I encourage 10,000,000%, but per our conversation and her doing that really made me frustrated. I am still learning to properly confront others. I think she new what she did, due to this strange stare she shared with me. But, within this experience I have learned to never share your ideas, just make them happen. Be aware of your surroundings and if you are in a creative field make sure you know what type of people you work with. Never stop questioning, reading, and staying up to date with new cool tech gadgets in forming a better future better your future. Try new things and travel to broaden your horizon.

All in all, this cactus had a lot to share. They had love and oxygen, but mostly words of wisdom. I truly hope these steps help you and allow you to focus on what matters to you the most. We are human and you must be gentle and love yourself, yes even on the poopy days, It will take you far to stand tall! Let me know what you think? Where these six steps helpful? I would love to know your what your experiences have been. Please feel free to share your experiences below.

L ❤ve Always,

Sharm

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babygirlblogging-lise-blog · 5 years

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My First

I failed my driving test.

That was in the fall of 2017, I was a senior in high school. All of my friends were getting their licenses and cars while I was stuck being a passenger. The woman who failed me thought I wasn’t confident enough. Like damn, can’t even be nervous without being penalized these days huh? She failed me for the most ridiculous shit. But that has nothing to do with the story I plan on telling.

A few weeks before my eighteenth birthday I tried again. This was something I needed to do before I turned 18. Giving up wasn’t an option. There was no way I wanted to retake my written if I didn’t pass before I was considered a legal adult. The guy who tested me this time? He was fine as hell and now that I think about it, I was supposed to text him when I turned eighteen. I lost his number, sadly. But that also has nothing to do with the story. I want to tell you the story about the first guy I-

-’ve always been cheap. I was ten when my aunt was going to get a new car. I convinced her to save her old car for me so that when I started driving I wouldn’t have to buy a car. By the end of the summer of 2017, my grandpa fixed up the old car and I was all good to go. Free to go wherever I wanted. I no longer had to wait around for people, waste money on lyfts or walk. So naturally, I took myself on adventures.

One night, against my better judgement. I lied to my mom and said I was going to hang out with my friends. If I would have told her what I was really going to do, she would’ve gone into over protective mode and I didn’t want that. I just wanted some time to myself. I drove over the bridge and into Philly. Not for a concert or any other event. I just wanted some me time. I parked my car. Got oreo ice cream and sugar cookies from Insomnia Cookies and walked around the city.

Not going to lie and say I knew exactly where I was at all times. I wasn’t even guaranteed that I was safe, I wasn’t focused on my surroundings. All I know is I was somewhere around Broad Street, because that’s where Insomnia Cookies was located. I came across this huge, gorgeous building, I’m not very good at names. Everything was lit up and there was art on the sides of some of the buildings surrounding it. There was even a fountain in front of it all. The scene just looked so beautiful. I walked across the street, hopped up on a ledge and just took it all in. It felt serene, even with so many people flooding the sidewalks. I sat and continued eating my snacks, I was enjoying clearing my head. Until someone interrupted me that is…

“Hey.” I looked up to see a cute guy. There were a few girls not too far from me talking. It was the beginning of August, late at night but still pushing eighty degrees. Of course they were clad in clothes that left nothing to the imagination. I figured he was talking to them. Guys like the ones who look easy. He couldn’t have been talking to me. So I went back to dipping my cookie into my ice cream and admiring the scenery. I didn’t really acknowledge the fact that he moved a little closer to me. He said hey again and I finally looked up at him directly, before looking around. He laughed a little. “I don’t blame you for being that into ya snacks. I love their shit. But I’ve been trying to get your attention for a minute.” Yep, he’s definitely talking to me. I was confused as to why though. I get hit on by guys pretty often, I know I’m not ugly but with him talking to me, I felt extremely insecure. Suddenly I wished that I had dressed a little better. I looked like a child for fucks sakes. I was wearing a gold fish shirt, black tights, a hat that said “Hoodrats” and Chucks. I was even swinging my legs off the ledge, eating ice cream!

He introduced himself as Dey. I wanted to know the name his mom gave him so I asked him for his full name. Ayinde. Pronounced Uh-zhen-day. Unique. It has African origins. He told me that my name was almost as pretty as I was. If I were white, I definitely would have blushed. I didn’t understand why he made me feel so shy.

I learned that he was mixed with Irish, Haitian and Cuban. Interesting mix, I know. Despite his slight baby face, he turned out to be 20. He was tall, about 6’1. He had taken his hat off to redo his ponytail, he tied his curly, brown hair back into a man bun. He was light skinned with a slight tan. Doe brown eyes paired with the cutest smile. He was dressed in all black, I would’ve been a little concerned if it weren’t for the logo on his hat. I could see a tattoo peeking out from under his short sleeved shirt. Just my type.

I was tired of the small talk and beating around the bush. “Why’d you come over here to talk to me?” Instead of replying, the douche just smiled and then hopped up on the ledge next to me. It was weird. I was supposed to be having me time, if any other guy did this I would’ve been rude. I wouldn’t have given them the time of day. I wasn’t even afraid, Ayinde strangely made me feel safe. Something was telling me to give him a chance, instead of shutting him down.

“Well, I was on break, I work across the street.” He points to a small cafe. “I saw you walk by and… I don’t know I thought you were beautiful. Now that I’ve gotten closer, it seems so effortless. No make up and you’re not even dressed up.”

Shit, I have no clue what to say to this. He’s been nice and respectful. “Thank you.” Well, that was lame but it was safe. We talked more before he had to go back to work. He was funny as hell, we both had the same rude, dark, sarcastic humor. He complimented me pretty often and he seemed kind of bummed that he had to leave once his break was over.

“Why don’t you grow some balls and just ask me what you wanna ask me.” I thought to myself, I should be a fucking actress. I’m great at faking confidence.

He laughed and just smiled at me for a second. “Well, I would like to get to know you more. Can I get your number?”

You know when you give someone your number, you almost expect them to wait days or weeks to text you. Surprisingly, Ayinde texted me that night.

AYINDE: hey beautiful, u get home safely?

ME: Oh shit, I see u found ur balls!

AYINDE: lol yea yea yea. I know I was acting like a pussy earlier but that’s not how I usually am

***

AYINDE: FT me? I haven’t seen u since we met punk

ME: No I look crazy rn

AYINDE: Is tht even possible? I think you’re cute af

ME: aww thanks but everyone’s entitled to their own insecurities

AYINDE: Ig but that’s y u need me

ME: wym?

AYINDE: to take away your insecurities

ME: Doubt that’s possible

AYINDE: try me

***

ME: entertain meee! I’m bored, stuck at my great grandma’s house :(

AYINDE: I literally just woke up, still in bed

ME: Luckyyy, my head’s fucking killing me

AYINDE: wish I could help

ME: me too lol do u have superpowers?

AYINDE: no, do u?

ME: Nah I’m not tht awesome

AYINDE: I think ur pretty awesome

Ayinde and I got closer over the next month. We hadn’t actually seen each other after the first time we met. He worked crazy hours and still had school. I worked everyday and had school as well. Plus, I wasn’t completely comfortable meeting up with a guy I didn’t really know. He understood that. He always made sure I was comfortable before we did anything. He eventually convinced me to facetime him… a lot... and when we didn’t he acted like a big baby.

ME: u happy now?

AYINDE: lol no

ME: y not -_-

AYINDE: I got nothing pretty to look at now

ME: whose fault it tht?

AYINDE: idk. Do u kno?

ME: Lol yea ik

AYINDE: tell me

ME: yours :P

AYINDE: well if u came over we wouldn’t have this problem

I was a very late bloomer. I knew freshmen girls who got pregnant, meanwhile I hadn’t had my first kiss until I was 16. I didn’t start dating until 17. I was a fresh 18 and I was still a virgin. I waited a while to tell him because I liked him and didn’t want to scare him off. But he surprised me, I learned that he wasn’t like other guys. Most guys only want you for one thing. And that’s to get them off. Not all are gonna be lovey dovey when you’re not putting out.

ME: I hate being a girl. I think my uterus just exlpoded. Im dying

AYINDE: Aww u can’t die yet, I havent taken u out yet

ME: wut do u want from meee

AYINDE: I told u what I want

ME: hmmmm

AYINDE: i didnt?

ME: u could have an ulterior motive

AYINDE: lol what? Ayo y cant I just think ur gorgeous and want to get to kno u, find out who u r

***

He was very protective of me. Anytime I even looked a tiny bit sad or sounded off, he was ready to beat someone up for me.

AYINDE: ur awake?

ME: Yea just woke up on some bs

AYINDE: u good?

ME: yea im ok lol

AYINDE: u sure? I’ll fuck someone up

ME: lol yea im good now

And as the oldest, always looking out for my little brothers and my friends. It felt good to have someone looking out for me for a change.

***

ME: I move into college tmw nd I aint pack shit yet

AYINDE: ur bugging

ME: Pack 4 me?

AYINDE: lol ill pass

ME: my back hurts like all hell, some of this shit is heavy

AYINDE: what u carrying…?

ME: 4 one, I hav a lot of clothes, they add up nd I had to take em downstairs

AYINDE: lol whoakay wittle wone

ME: fuck u, this shit weighs more than me! I almost fell down the stairs!

AYINDE: thts cuz ur like 87 lbs

ME: Aye! Give me my props, im like 120

AYINDE: lol i see u killa

I fucking loved when he called me that, made me feel invincible.

Despite how it seems this isn’t a love story. This isn’t a memoir about me finding my first love. Bleh. That’s so sappy. I want to tell you about the first time I stepped out of my comfort zone. You’ve experienced a snippet of our relationship. Ayinde and I were never together. We were just people who met at the wrong time. Had too much going on in our separate lives to focus on developing a relationship. But it didn’t stop us from pursuing the unique friendship we had. For years we maintained contact, I’d visit him pretty often but we always kept our distance when it came to personal things. We used each other as escapes from our realities. We were each other’s vacation after a long week.

One night we were hanging out and things got more heated than they usually did. I wasn’t prepared to take the next step with anyone. No worries, I’m not about to make you uncomfortable and talk about how I lost my virginity because that isn’t the point. Before I say anything, I did have a great childhood. But some things did leave me scarred, I struggled with intimacy as a result. To make a long story short, it makes me self conscious, not something I’ll flaunt for the whole world to see.

I’m the type of girl who will wait until the bathroom is empty to change my pad or start going to the bathroom. If it’s too busy, I’ll wait all day until I go home. In the locker room, I’d find the farthest corner or wait until all the girls leave to change my clothes. I’m not comfortable being alone around men. I used to clench my pocket knife in my hand when I walked home alone at night. The list goes on.

The point of this memoir is to tell about the first time I felt completely comfortable in my own skin. Let alone, around a guy.

They were everywhere. Trailing from my neck and back up against mine. His lips were distracting. I could barely focus. Let alone notice that the both of us were wearing less and less clothing by the minute. I stopped.

I wouldn’t be able to handle him not liking what he saw. What if I did a bad job? What if he stopped talking to me?

“Do you want me to stop?” Ayinde pulled back from me looking concerned. He looks so cute right now. I kind of wanted to pick up where we left off.

“Ye-No. It’s just, can you turn the lights completely down?” He liked his room dim, not too bright or dark. It was normally perfect but at that moment, they were making this situation turn into a nightmare.

“Um, why? What’s wrong?” He’s still hovering above me. I didn’t really want him to move. I bit my lip, contemplating.

“Just don’t look at me any differently. Okay?” I pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him hard. Hoping that my issues with myself wouldn’t be a big deal, I’ve never gone this far with anyone.

When the time came. I held my breath. Okay, I see my pants on the floor near the dresser. My shirt is near the door. I was locating my clothing so that I’d be able to leave quicker. I’m not really one to feel embarrassed but this was going to be borderline humiliating if I wasn’t enough for him. This reminded me of how I felt when I failed my driving test, but I wanted to do this with Ayinde. I didn’t want to quit just because I hadn’t grown the balls to show anyone else. I didn’t want to miss out because I was nervous as to what he might think. I had to at least give him a chance.

What Ayinde did shocked me. Instead of being grossed out or losing his hard on. He didn’t ask any questions, he didn’t say anything. He kissed every part of my body and when he was done he leaned down to kiss my lips. I was worried, about him seeing all of me, for no reason. He wound up giving me the confidence I needed to be comfortable in my own skin. He told me what I needed to hear from a guy that I was into, not my parents:

“You’re beautiful.”

And just like that... I didn’t have anymore insecurities.

#insecure #short story

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seajudge70-blog · 5 years

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Magical Wizarding World Pics & A Little Life Rambling

Well helloooo, you. I have a pile of pretty Potter pictures here, plus a desire to sit and chat. Cool?

Cool.

I should mention I've decided not to stress (or at least TRY not to) over the fact that Epbot is basically becoming a Harry Potter Christmas blog this month. This is brave, this is mildly obsessive...THIS IS ME.

I promise after the Hufflepuff party and next month's fabulous Christmas con and then the Festival of Trees and everything I'll get back to other fandom things. Probably. [Cut to me running madly through twinkle lights yelling "I'M NEVER GOING BACK YOU CAN'T MAKE MEEEEE!!"]

Ahem.

Oh hey look, my favorite Alley:

I took this a few weeks ago before all the pretty garlands went up, so it's much sparklier now.

I love looking for new angles; pretty sure you could blindly point your camera in any direction in the Wizarding World and find something beautiful:

Look at that crest and plaster work. LOOK AT IT.

If you stand to the right side of the steps during Celestina's show, you can get some lovely crowd-free shots:

I can't wait to see her Holiday Spell show again. Eeeee!

Goblin armor is best armor.

(The tiny suit is the one that assembles itself when you wave your wand, so you have to time this shot just right.)

Ever notice the corbels inside the Forbidden Journey gift shop?

I need to find a place for one of these in our house. And then, you know, steal and/or make one.

(Picturing myself standing guard while John goes at one of these with a chisel is brightening my afternoon. Just sayin'.)

I played with a lot of window reflections, with limited success:

Here's my favorite:

This is looking out from Wiseacres, through that fabulous crystal ball.

And the hardest window of all to photograph: the mandrake over in Hogsmeade:

Honestly, this is the best I've ever managed, so I'm kind of proud!

Ohh hey, big news if you're a park geek like me: have you seen the new store?

Globus Mundi is the Wizarding travel agency, complete with a window of pamphlets that are pure gold to read through:

(click to embiggen)

From my IG Story:

I got my first look inside during Dressed To The 9 3/4s last weekend. It is a TINY shop - mostly selling Hogwarts Express merch - but so well themed:

Look up to the ceiling in the entryway for a fun surprise:

Brooms built for 4!

A whole wall of clocks:

Obviously I am completely and unabashedly in love with this globe:

I have a mighty need, people. A MIGHTY ONE.

There was a big stir a few weeks ago when the first ever Fantastic Beasts merch finally popped up in Wizarding World:

Baby Nifflers!

And if you haven't seen the new Fantastic Beasts wands, go Google them for a treat. (They're impossible to photograph; I gave up.) So much Art Deco deliciousness, and Dumbledore's is the stuff of dreams.

And that's just the M!

Not new, I just really love this sparkly phoenix shirt:

Every time I'm in Diagon Alley I try to decide which hanging sign I want to make first. Every time I pick a different sign.

This is the current contender. Thoughts?

Speaking of signs, I think these are both new? It's impressive to me that Universal keeps adding new little tweaks - or maybe I've just never noticed them before:

If you haven't been in a while, the Cauldron Cakes look completely different now:

Much cuter than the old style, though it still bugs the purist in me that knows the Cauldron Cakes in the books were stackable, and probably so named because they were made in or on a cauldron. (Which is why our version is like this.)

::pushes up Nerd Glasses::

::to look down them at you::

Anyone tried these pumpkin pasties? They look like cherry turnovers, but I'm too cheap to buy one and see:

Over to Hogsmeade again:

This clock tower - and the owl inside - is my favorite.

A few garland shots from last weekend:

And another new window display!

Go, Universal!

Not new, but always pretty:

For my fellow Christmas geeks: there's a HUGE NEW ROOM of Hogwarts Christmas merch in the Port of Christmas shop at the entrance to Islands of Adventure. This is the only place to find all the Potter Christmas stuff, and the only shop I've found in either park that carries the House stockings and garland. So be sure to stop here to drool:

They've themed out the whole place beautifully - look at those alcoves up top! And the wrapped broom!

There are a few new ornaments this year, these two are my favorites:

This is a heavy real metal, and super sparkly.

Also heavy metal (but with less guitars):

Hnnnng. The other Houses are almost as lovely, too! Almost. ;)

If you haven't seen any of the Hogwarts castle projection shows, put it on your list. I finally caught the House showcase one, which is short, but breath-taking:

That's straight off my phone, no edits! I'm sure the Christmas one will start again soon, but I'd love to see them incorporate these House Pride sections into it for a little extra magic.

Well gang, I've rambled on enough, and John is out in the garage wheezing (his cough is back, noooo) and feverishly working on our next big party build, so I better get back in there.

Just a closing thought, though, since I've been reflecting on this the past few days:

I don't think it's a surprise to anyone here that getting older sucks sometimes. There are more things that hurt, more bills, more things to worry about - and the gnawing fear that maybe you've missed out on something, maybe it's too late.

On the flip side, the older you get, the more you realize the things that matter, and the more you learn to grab on to the happy in front of you, and not let go.

About ten years ago I developed a panic disorder literally overnight, and I've spent the last decade skidding down this path of fear, looking for diagnoses, clinging to hope, and mourning the loss of my life as I knew it.

A few years later I'd developed such a severe case of agoraphobia that I could barely get in a car, much less fly or travel, or even go to the movies.

I've been clawing my way back to my "normal" ever since, and you guys have had a front row seat to some of my victories and setbacks.

I don't have either to report today, but I do have this:

It's a little slice of "normal," you guys. Just me in a theme park line, feeling OK.

I still have a ways to go, still have a lot of battles to lose and doctors to see before I win again. But I'm going to keep looking back, and remembering, and hanging on to all the Happy I have right now, right this second. Because stuff hurts, and I'm scared and stressed too much of the time NOT to.

Also I'm gonna dive face-first into magical Christmas stuff for the next 6 weeks. If that makes you happy, too, then I hope you'll join me.

I love you guys. Be good to yourselves this season, k?

And stay tuned for more party progress insanity. :D

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