#the new bugs piling on top of the old ones

[silentgrim]

in the nicest way possible y’all are delusional if you think ts4 will get better within the years it’s literally been 10 years with 76 packs and counting worth around $1,200 AND COUNTING plus bugs with each pack release/patch and no foreseen fixes or refreshes… let’s come back to earth for a second

#this sounds very bitchy but i just had to word vomit this #get it off my chest #but let’s be real #if ts4 had any plans for improvement shit would’ve been done a LONG time ago #but instead we’re getting 5 dollar packs left and right #with bugs attached to them #the new bugs piling on top of the old ones #lack luster shallow content #it’s just right there in our faces #and for those who say well ts5 might end up being the same shit #well it goddamn might be #but feeding into ts4 will get better trope must be so draining imo #it’s been 84 years #she’s too oxidized we gotta let her go 🫡 #chatter

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Special Interest 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The smooth jazz fills the aisle of the bookstore, a cozy warmth blowing from the vents above as you unwrap your scarf and let it hang loose from your neck. You unbutton the top of your coat, fanning yourself as the nip of winter fades. You tuck your gloves away and hike up your bag, stepping close to see the titles on the spines. The fog's finally gone from your lenses.

You have that one, oh and you already know how to crochet potholders, no you're looking for a challenge. Something different. You need new techniques if you want to keep your Etsy shop alive. You're not struggling... yet.

You pull out a book on how to crochet replicas of different plants; like a cactus or a daisy. You could do little faces on them or do a rainbow of colours. Your mind runs crazy with all sorts of alterations. You open it and flip through the pages, hiding behind the cover as you turn and lean on the shelf.

"Cute," a voice draws the book down an inch and you look down the aisle at the man facing the opposite shelf. He taps the shelf beneath the 'Gardening' sign as he smiles at you, "you know, they got a whole bunch of books about real plants down here."

You bring your brows together and furrow your nose. Who is this strange man judging you? The gall. I mean, look at him. He's a bit too old to be commenting on your interests.

"Uh, thanks, but I don't like to get dirty," you say without thinking. You're not the type to be rude but something about his tone really irks you.

You shift back to face the shelf and close the book. You slide out the other with sweater patterns. Those take so long, you haven't added those to your catalogue. You put it back and adjust your glasses as you pause and tap the book in your hand. Oh, great idea and you don't even need a pattern. You could do book covers and little bookmarks!

"You knit?" The man startles you again as he approaches.

You glance at him from the corner of your eyes, "crochet, but I can knit too."

"Huh, my mom does too. Tried to teach me but I'm all thumbs. I'm better with plants," he says.

You shake your head and focus on the shelf. You don't get why this guy is bugging you. On first glance, he's got at least ten years on you, maybe more. And why the heck is he bringing up his mom? You don't know her.

"Look, I hope I didn't come off rude, I was just... curious. I've never seen anyone knit a cactus before," he puts his hand on the top shelf.

"Crochet," you correct him again, keeping your chin set ahead of you.

"Yeah, crochet," he chuckles, "sorry, I'm a bit ignorant.”

You bite your tongue. You've heard of older men being a bit much but have lucked out in not being bothered by them. Until that moment.

“Cole,” he offers as he pulls his hand off the shelf, holding it out.

You don't even look. You're too nervous and honestly, annoyed. You want him to go away.

You count your losses. You don't need to splurge on a pile of books. One is fine, you can see if there's anything new on Pinterest.

You turn on your heel and head down the aisle, away from him. You hear him huff as you turn down the next, tempted to stop and look at the Tarot but wanting to get far away. You could probably hide out in the non-fiction section until he evacuates.

As you get to the end of that aisle, you find the book crushed against your front. You bounce off another person and stumble back. You look up at the stranger, Cole. He puts his hands up defenseless and grins.

“Oops, sorry, we keep running into each other.”

“Uh, alright,” you try to sidestep him but he does the same. You both move in the same pattern, back and forth, getting in each other's way, “okay, okay, just stay still.”

He stops and stares with wide eyes. You slowly sidle by, watching him to make sure he doesn't try anything. This is getting too weird for your liking.

You twirl and swiftly march away, hugging the book tight as you try not to trip in your hurry. You're too exposed at the checkout line so you surpass it and flee towards the comic book section. If that doesn't work, the bathrooms are right behind that.

You finally look back again as you get to the graphic novels. You can only see shelves. You're alone in the aisle, grumbling to yourself in agitation. “Creep.”

You take your time wandering, thinking maybe you might be able to get into Batman as you admire the art on each cover. Your adrenaline cools and you feel a bit less addled.

You sneak around the perimeter of the store and find your way back to the craft section. He's gone. Hopefully he went back home to his sad plants.

It's difficult to shake your unease. You pick out some of the needles they have hung with other small accessories and head to the till.

You join the line, your mind already trying to decide what you want to order at the cafe. As you step up, just about to get your turn at the counter, you feel a nudge, a silty voice rolling into you.

“Uh, excuse me,” the timbre is all too familiar.

“Really, dude,” you snap around, “take a hint.”

“You dropped your gloves.”

He holds up your wadded gloves and you cringe. You force a smile and snatch them away. “Thanks,” you grit out.

“Yeah, just being a nice guy,” he shrugs, “trust me, I got the hint.”

He steps back on his heel and turns his attention to the table of pens and other stationary that separate the tills from the rest of the store. You sniff and roll your eyes, quickly flitting up to checkout. The sooner you're gone, the better.

#cole turner #dark cole turner #dark!cole turner #cole turner x reader #ghosted #bookstore au #au #drabble #series #special interest

[anipgarden]

Supporting Your Plants for Cheap

This is my fifth post in a series I'll be making on how to increase biodiversity on a budget! I’m not an expert--just an enthusiast--but I hope something you find here helps! 

Once you start gardening, you’ll find a lot of things go into it, and it can be a bit daunting to think about--especially if you’re trying to keep things low-cost. Fortunately, it doesn’t have to be as hard--or as expensive--as it initially appears.

Composting

There’s several different ways to compost, any of which are helpful indirecting food waste and nutrients out of landfills and into your soil--which in and of itself can help increase biodiversity by making the space more livable for microorganisms and insects, which then cycles around to the rest of the habitat.

The classic one you see is hot composting. Most of the time, when I see hot composting set ups online, or hear people talking about them, it’s like listening to a wizard cast an intricate spell and prattle on about ratios and temperatures and special ingredients while standing over a detailed self-built setup made of the finest wood money can buy. Fortunately, it doesn’t have to be complicated. First off, there’s lots of ways to make compost bins--some can be more expensive than others, but there’s definitely options asides from buying pre-made tumblers or getting an engineering degree. I’ve seen people use metal trash cans dug into the ground, make compost pile setups out of old pallets, or just pile stuff up and leave it. While using different ratios of certain items can help them decompose faster, it’s ultimately not something you need to worry about a lot. If it can break down, it’ll break down--it just might take awhile. Composting this way can also help provide habitat--some insects like bumblebees have been known to make nests in compost heaps. In addition, it provides a robust ecosystem for decomposers like worms and other organisms, and bats and birds will be attracted to open-top piles to eat flying bugs that live off the compost. Amphibians enjoy them for humidity, warmth, and feasting on insects. Do note that sometimes snakes may also rest in and lay eggs in compost heaps, so be careful when turning them.

Do note, though, that if your compost pile looks like that you're getting roaches and rats and raccoons out of your goddamn mind. Bury the food scraps.

Personally, when I compost, I use a worm bin--they’re a fantastic option for limited space and limiting smells. I keep mine outside in a big rubbermaid tote with holes drilled into the bottom, sides, and lid. I put a layer or two of weed block on the inside, so it’s still able to drain but keeps the worms from trying to escape during rainy days. There is an initial cost of buying the worms, getting enough bedding materials, and getting a new bin if you don’t have an old one suitable for use. But with occasional feeding, it should sustain itself and provide valuable worm castings that can be used in the garden. Please do note, however, that earthworms are considered invasive in some places.

Look at that worm bin-y goodness. This is a pic of my bin, from earlier this month!

Though I’ve never done it, I’ve heard of people having good results with bokashi composting--a method that’s done in a bucket, and is relatively easy to do indoors.

Once you start a composting system, keeping it stockpiled with organic material can become pretty easy for cheap. In general, if it comes from a plant, it’s safe to use. It’s also a good idea to avoid putting already-cooked things in a pile, as salts and sauces can kill beneficial bacteria in the compost while also attracting animals. Adding meat is also generally avoided to not attract animals. But below are some things that I’ve put in my worm bin quick, easy, and cheaply; or things I’ve seen friends put in their compost piles.

Cooking scraps/snack leftovers--things like cut up bell peppers, the ends of tomatoes, strawberry tops, apple cores, watermelon rinds, coffee grounds, and orange peels are amassed somewhat quickly in my house--my dad likes to cook. Around holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas? Corn husks, potato peels, sweet potato fibers, leftover greens and other trimmings are a feast for compost piles and worm bins.

Vegetables and Stuff that went bad in the fridge/pantry--we’re constantly victims of the ‘forgot it was there’ conundrum. Fridge cleanouts are great times to decide what can be tossed to the compost--moldy bell peppers, spotty celery, questionable carrots, onion halves, old eggs, bagged salads, and stale/moldy bread have all been tossed into the pile before! 

Grass clippings--though my worms don’t like grass clippings, they’re still great material for a classic hot compost set-up!

Fallen leaves--another classic addition to a hot compost pile. Some friends keep them stocked up and stored for later use.

Plant trimmings--what is plant clean up if not compost material? I’ve put cleaned-out sunflower heads and stalks in my worm bin, and they decomposed after about two months. If you get  blossom end rot on your tomatoes or peppers, they’re still fair game for the bin as well!

Shredded mail--just make sure to not put in the thin plastic that covers the address section on some envelopes. Otherwise? As long as  the paper isn’t glossy, it should be great for a bin or pile! Shredded paper or cardboard also makes great bedding for worm bins. Put those Amazon boxes to good use!

Pumpkins! Snag your neighbor’s halloween pumpkins in November and toss them in my compost! Last year my dad went around the cul-de-sac and nabbed all of the post-halloween pumpkins, the worms loved it.

Christmas tree needles--can’t confirm I’ve tried this, but it seems like it would work.

Mulch

Mulch is an excellent way to keep your soil moist, while also beginning and continuing to improve soil conditions as it breaks down into organic matter. You’ll have to water less, and it’ll prevent/slow down the growth of unwanted weeds (which is always the final straw to gardening for me, I get so overwhelmed I just stop going outside). Win-win situation, right? Except stepping into a Home Depot and finding mulch being sold for five dollars per square foot and knowing you have to cover a whole garden with it all can add up… pretty quickly, to say the least.

Fortunately, there are a few solutions to this, and likely from your own backyard!

Grass clippings are the first that come to mind. If you’re mowing your lawn, or have neighbors who are, collecting the clippings and spreading them over your soil is a cheap and easy option for some quick mulch. It’ll be very nitrogen-heavy, so keep that in mind, but it’ll still prevent weeds, retain moisture, and break down into organic material over the course of a few months. Do try to not use grass clippings you know are treated with pesticides, since the aim is to use this mulch to help increase your biodiversity, and having insects around plays a big role in that.

Fallen leaves are the next that comes to mind. If you’ve got a tree in your yard, or in your neighborhood, then you or someone around you knows the neverending avalanche of leaves or pine needles that drop come fall. As mentioned before, they can be used to make brush piles for creatures, or added into compost, but they have a fantastic third use as mulch. Add them on top of your beds!

Want free wood mulch? A program called Chip Drop might be the best solution for you! They team up with arborists to find cheap drop sites for shredded wood, logs, etc. that are produced as they maintain trees! If any local arborists tied to the program are operating in your area, instead  of paying to dump the resulting mulch at a landfill or some other dumpside, they’ll simply dump it at your place! Now, you won’t be able to control when the mulch gets dropped--I’ve heard of people coming home from work one day to find a chip drop in their driveway. But… free mulch!

Want wood chips but not a whole truck load? If an arborist is working in your area, and you can muster the courage, its worth a shot to ask! One time someone in my neighborhood was getting a tree removed, so my Dad and I parked near their car with a tarp in the trunk, some shovels, and an old storage bin. We approached nicely and asked if we could have some chips, and they were totally cool with it! At that point, how much you get depends on how big your trunk space is, and how many times you’re willing to ferry mulch back and forth out of your car so you can go back for more. But it is an option! Alternatively, you can ask them to dump the whole load in front of  your house, but at least you’ll know when and where it’s happening!

Trellises

Many plants need, or will appreciate, some kind of climbing structure. But trellises aren’t often cheap to find. To that, I say--we’ll create our own!

One popular option is to grow taller plants, and then plant climbing species are few weeks/years later so they’ll climb the taller plants! I’ve planted passion vine near a tree in my garden for it to climb, and I’ve seen people do similar concepts with sunflowers, corn, and other such plants! Sunflower stalks can provide support even after they’ve been cut back.

A combination of wood, some stakes, some nails, and some string can create a great frame trellis that can be used for beans, tomatoes, vines, etc--so I’m sure if could be put to good use for native climbers, especially since my dad’s used this structure for passion vines before. You may have to replace the string every year, but most of the time, the string is compostable anyways!

This may take a bit more setup and have a more upfront cost, but creating a trellis out of cattle panels makes a durable structure that can support all kinds of vining plants! 

Of course, there’s always the easy alternative of simply letting plants climb along your fence! This is especially easy if you have a chain link fence, but wooden fences are plenty suitable for some species as well! I’ve seen passion vines do great growing along chain link fences as supports, and one of my favorite sights as a kid was always seeing bushels of trumpet vines growing up and over fences on the drive home.

Why are we worrying about trellises? Creatures are attracted  to diverse landscapes with a variety of plants within them, so having a few climbers can be a great way to attract more wildlife! I know some plants in my area that pollinators are attracted to, or even rely on as host plants, are climbers that can get upwards of 15 feet tall, and will climb any surface you give them. A trellis provides you a great place to put extremely beneficial plants.

That's the end of this post! My next post is gonna be about how different 'kinds' of plants can all be beneficial in a biodiversity standpoint. Until then, I hope this advice was helpful! Feel free to reply with any questions, your success stories, or anything you think I may have forgotten to add in!

#biodiversity #solarpunk #gardening #outdoor gardening #composting #mulch #trellis #budget gardening #cheap gardening #ani rambles #out of queue #the biodiversity saga #i remember junior year of college me and my friends considered doing a cattle panel trellis #but then we couldn't figure out where to buy cattle panel #apparently the answer is 'tractor/farmer supply companies' #also so anyone reading these tags knows what took me 5+ years to learn #CATTLE PANEL DOESNT COME IN ROLLS IT COMES IN LENGTHS #all this time I was like 'man i wanna make a cattle panel trellis but it comes in like 40 foot lengths and i dont need that much' #and all my gardening homies were confused because theyve been getting it in lengths THIS WHOLE TIME #I WAS LOOKING AT FUCKIN ROLLED FENCING #i actually dont think any of the big box stores by me even fuckin sell cattle panel but thats beside the point #you can get it delivered though #(Delivered to the store for pickup i think) #someday i want a cattle panel trellis with like moonflowers or trumpet vine just a BURST of color and life

[moonshine999]

The Greens during Autumn

Alicent:

Putting on a coat and going on a long walk to be amongst the chatter and happiness of the town 

Being tired and taking the longest hot shower 

Recording every special moment with an outdated phone (Daeron insists she buy a new one while Aemond argues it looks “vintage”) 

Having every family dinner be accompanied by a cliche autumn scented candle 

Knitting light blue  matching scarves for herself ,Helaena and Jaehaera 

Owning too many cardigans and sweaters

Making hot chocolate (with extra marshmallows ofc) 

Getting dried leaves stuck in her hair (and not noticing them until the twins start laughing and simultaneously each pick a leaf out ) 

Aegon:

Autumn means begging his wife for more cuddles because he’s cold (he refuses to sleep with a shirt on.) 

Taking the kids to a pumpkin patch and getting unnecessarily competitive with Jaehaerys on who can carve a scarier face (he gives in and lets him win at the end) 

Watching horror movies after putting the kids to bed 

Going apple picking with his mom 

Jumping in a pile of leaves just for the heck of it 

Wrapping one of his scarves around sunfyre before taking him on a walk or a hike with him

Visiting different wineries 

Serenading his wife , guitar in hand , while on the family road trip 

Helaena:

Baking anything and everything from cinnamon rolls to apple pies to chocolate chip cookies 

Readjusting the entire house before Halloween (I can imagine it will look so fucking adorable and cozy. Plus the kids help make the decorations) 

Owning too many pairs of warm knit socks with bug themed patterns 

Arranging for picnic dates in their backyard 

Playing piano when she feels it’s quiet enough (dreamfyre is curled up on top of the piano, either observing or falling asleep to the music)

Drinking too much coffee (mother of three, wife of thousands, girl has her work cut out for her)

Embroidering flowers and the butterflies that fly around her garden 

Nearly always wrapped in something or the other (a giant blanket, a scarf, her mother’s old cardigan, her husband’s arms, the list goes on)

Aemond:

Reading thrillers during cold evenings

Thrifting everything 

Playing chess, going on morning runs and solving complicated puzzles with Criston

Having an entire 5 hour playlist for this season and this season alone

Writing down special moments sitting beneath falling leaves

Declaring that there is no such thing as too much caramel because he refuses to accept he has a problem 

Trying the crochet patterns Helaena taught him 

Long coats, sweater vests, crew necks and flannels (in short, autumn fashion GOD)

#house of the dragon #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena x aegon ii #helaegon #team green #au #autumn #fall #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower #ewan mitchell #olivia cooke #phia saban #tom glynn carney #okay but helaegon and everything about it is just so autumn #idk how to explain that #team green hcs

[pinkiepiebones]

Some slippers for @ninjathrowingstork​ and MORE sceencap observations

I’m really sorry, I coulda sworn there was a front shot of ‘em so you can see the design clearer. Hope these help, anyway!

And now some more observations

First, the camera moves so fucking fast and even at 0.1x speed it’s hard to see much of Renfield’s room. He’s got two pillows on a twin bed, this... chest? serving as a bedside table, an old-timey washbasin, a MESS of candle wax... Oh here’s the bug box. I never noticed before but it has a little claspy to keep it shut

Piles of books but an empty and maybe broken? china hutch in the back, can’t for the life of me ID that ceramic doodad- waay too big to be a shaving cream dealie... He’s also got MORE candlewax mess, and just fucking shoved an electric lamp on top of the candlestick? Dude? You okay? I mean I know he very much wasn’t in this scene but still.

And here’s something I never caught before. Look at his lower eyelid in this shot and in the one below.

See that? HIS EYES FUCKING GLOW WHEN HE’S GOT HIS POWER ACTIVE! I never noticed that before?! And the colour comes from inside and spreads out. Like, from the outside of the pupil. Neat!

As I’m going through at 0.1x speed, I’m also noticing, like. The place they’re in is in a state of disrepair. There are bodies, not just of the hunters, scattered around. This is not their first home. I wiiiiish we had a timeline of when they settled in New Orleans, because judging by the amount of bodies and the buckets and the blood throne, they’d been in that hospital a fucking while, so, like, Renfield had to scoop up burnt steak Dracula and coffin him and I guess put shit in storage until he bought the hospital? One of my magazines, Fangoria I think, had the director mention the blood throne being Renfield’s attempt to revive Drac intravenously, so... Did Renfield stow their belongings and his boss, buy the hospital, and then construct the throne and collect bodies before he even moved Drac in? What y’all think?

... Y’all think “shut up, Zombie.” I know. I get it. Anyway.

Drac’s eyes when enforcing his thrall are pale greeny blue,

and black with red around the pupils when he angy. Come to think of it, I wonder if the red in his eyes is the same deal as the gold in Renfield’s, in that it glows? Fuck that woulda been cool to see.

I’ve been laying here capping and typing for over an hour I’m off to get a snack k byyyyyyye

#renfield #renfield 2023 #screencap request #zombie's screencap analysis

[a-strange-inkling]

Day 13: Christmas Card

New York, New York 1991

“Daddy,” OIivia tugs at his loose shirt. “Can you write something for me?” She holds up a crayon and a folded piece of cardstock where she's pasted a cut out Christmas tree. There’s a sparkly star sticker on the top and glued sequins for the ornaments.

“I sure can, baby girl!” he replies happily. She’s only three and a half, but she’s always so shy about asking anyone for help. He lifts her to sit on his lap, moving his coffee and pile of notes out of the way. “This is beautiful, Livvy,” he gushes as he looks over her card, making her hide her face in her hands bashfully, whispering a quiet little “thank you”.

“Did you make it all by yourself?”

She nods her head. “Mommy cut the pieces for me, but I glued it.”

Eddie smiles over to where Chrissy is bouncing Maggie, still trying desperately to get her to go down for her afternoon nap. Although the one year old is snuggled comfortably against her chest, her big blue eyes are as wide as saucers. She has no intention of falling asleep anytime soon, despite her mother’s gentle humming and rocking.

Chrissy smiles back at him as she continues to shift her weight from one foot to the other.

“I love it,” he tells Livvy, taking her crayon between his fingers, unfolding the card. “Who’s it for? Santa?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “It’s not for Santa.”

“Pop Pop?”

“No.”

Eddie makes a face before leaning down to whisper. “Is it for Mommy?”

She shakes her head again.

He gasps. “Is it for me?”

She looks a little guilty, but still shakes her head. “No, not for you Daddy, I already made yours.”

He pouts.

“Mrs. Robertson? Miss Beasley?” he asks. “One of your friends at school?”

She shakes her head one more time, giggling now. “No, no, not a friend from school.”

His eyes widen incredulously, like a cartoon’s, turning her giggles into full belly laughs.

“Alright, bug, I give up, who is this pretty card for?”

“It’s for Davy, Daddy,” she tells him as if it were obvious.

Eddie feels something snap in the back of his head like a whip. He blinks slowly, mouth falling open. “Davy? You mean Davy Harrington? That Davy?”

“Yes,” she replies, folding her tiny fingers together. “I’m going to mail it.”

He glances back over to Chrissy, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. Did you just hear what she said!? he mouths. This isn’t supposed to be happening to him now, this is too soon. Good God!

Chrissy just purses her lips to keep from smiling.

Taking a deep breath, Eddie turns back to his oldest daughter, keeping his voice calm, casual. “Why are you making a card for Davy, honey?”

“Because he sent one to me!” she smiles brightly.

“He did!?” Eddie returns her smile with forced enthusiasm, shooting Chrissy another look over his shoulder, this one a little more accusatory than the last. “That was nice of him.”

“It was so bootiful! It’s by my bed,” she went on, her dark eyes sparkling. “So I can see it in the morning.”

Eddie covers his mouth with his hand. “Well, that, wow… that is a…”

What even is this!? His baby daughter is already being romanced! And by a freaking Harrington no less! Jesus Christ!

“It must be quite the card.,” he finally manages to grit out. “Um, sweetie, why don’t we send this to all the boys, Dusty and Charlie too? Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“No, Daddy,” she tells him seriously. “It’s just for Davy.”

“Just for… I um… Okay…” He’s going to kill Steve. “Okay fine, what would you like it to say?” he sighs, lifting the crayon to the right side of the card in defeat.

She puts a little finger to her chin, tapping thoughtfully. It’s so fucking cute. “Dear Davy… Merry Christmas…Thank you for my card…” she begins.

He nods as he writes.

Standard. Cordial. That’s fine.

“I miss you a lot…and I hope I can see you soon…”

The crayon digs a little harder into the cardstock. Okay. That's laying it on a little thick.

“Love, Livvy!” she finishes contentedly. “I can sign my own name.”

“...Love is kind of a strong word, don’t you think, bug?” Eddie asks her as she takes the crayon from him. “What about from or need not reply?”

“No, I do love Davy, Daddy.” she tells him matter of factly as she writes it out herself. Four big wiggly letters: L O V E. An arrow. An arrow straight through his heart. He can feel himself bleeding out. “Because he’s my friend, but, that’s okay, I remembered how to spell it.”

“That is so nice, baby,” he nearly gags, watching her sign her name beneath the more than complimentary close. “I think he’s really going to really like it.”

“Me too,” she stands up on the chair and kisses his cheek, wrapping her arms around his neck. They barely reach. “Thank you, Daddy!”

“...No problem.” he replies, voice breaking a little. She takes off with the card back to her room.

He spins around in his chair. “DID YOU…”

Chrissy silences his outburst with a finger to her lips, pointing to Maggie who has finally conked out.

“Did you know about this!?” he hisses quietly.

She just pouts her lips, shrugging her shoulders innocently as she makes her way over to the bassinet.

Saved by the baby.

@hellcheerxmas

#hellcheer countdown #hellcheercountdown #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #hellcheer advant calendar #hellcheer xmas

[blurryvxntage]

okay vintage, please hear me out. dad!sapnap sharing his excitement and interest for pokémon with his kid/kids. maybe opening a pack of cards with them, or showing them his card collection from when he was younger. i think it would be the most precious moment ever :(

i fully believe dad!sapnap would try to get his kids to like everything he liked as a kid so he could relive his childhood.. also i don’t know anything about pokémon or the rarity of cards so i tried my best lmao

~

Sapnap always tried to include his kids in his interests. There were many times when he let his son sit in his lap while playing valorant or he and his daughter played minecraft on the playstation together. He most recently got his daughter into Pokémon cards. It was no longer a surprise when he randomly showed up at home with a few packs for her to open.

“Love bugs? I brought home gifts!” He called from the doorway.

His daughter, Lila, came running down the stairs. She was just a hair short of four years-old. She was at the age where she started to understand the games that her dad played, which made her all the more interested. She still didn’t fully grasp card games but she was just happy to get presents.

His son slowly made his way down the stairs behind his sister. Peter was a bit over one year-old. Still learning how to catch his balance and putting together small sentences.

Sapnap kept the bag in one arm, scooping Peter up in the other. The little boy tried to peer into the bag to see his gift. “Let’s go in the living room and then you can see what I got you!” Sapnap told them.

The three of them sat on the carpet, Lila impatiently waiting to see what Sapnap pulled out. He set Peter in his lap, opening the bag.

“Okay first thing is…” He drew out the suspense. He quickly pulled his arms out of the bag to reveal two stuffed animals. “Snorlax and Jigglypuff!”

The two kids eyes lit up at the sight of plushes. Peter reached out for Jigglypuff, pulling the character into his arms to hug. Sapnap handed the other one to Lila.

“But I wanted that one!” Lila pointed at the toy in her brothers hands. She was struggling with sharing and not always getting her way, something she was learning how to cope with.

“You got Snorlax, he’s good too! And I got you something else.” Sapnap smiled, pulling out a few pokémon packs.

Lila didn’t understand how pokémon actually worked. She watched the cartoons with her dad so she knew they battled each other. She was only really interested in the cool art and animals on the cards.

She reached forward to tear one open, laying the cards out infront of her. She made sure to give time to every card, fully taking in how the characters looked. She picked up a Mew to show it to Sapnap. In the process the card bended in her hands, causing her dad to cringe at the sight.

They went through the rest of the packs. In one of the packs they found a full art Blastoise. Sapnap gasped, taking the card to inspect it. “You have to be careful with this one, sweetie” He warned her.

When they were done ogling at the cards, Lila put them into a nice stake infront of her. “Can we put these in my binder?”

“Of course, honey.” He picked up Peter and the stuffed animals, following Lila to her room.

When Sapnap first started giving his daughter pokémon cards he made sure to give the girl her own binder with card holders. She had quite a collection, her dad put all of her cards safely in storage.

She started adding the new ones in, Sapnap helping her. When Sapnap saw the rare Blastoise, he quietly slipped it into his hoodie pocket. She couldn’t tell the difference and Sapnap didn’t have this card yet, so what he was taking from his kid.. He bought the cards anyway.

Lila took her time putting every one in the holders. “All done!” She smiled, jumping up to hug Sapnap.

He pulled her into a hug, falling back on the floor for both his kids to pile on top of him. “I love pokémon’s, dad.” She smiled, picking up her plushe to play with on her dads chest.

#dad!sapnap #sapnap #sapnap fluff #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap blurb #mcyt #dsmp

[the-fiction-witch]

Promo Copy

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Cute

I walked as quickly as one could walk in a public place and not be accused of stealing things doing my best to rush through the almost empty pedestrianised street. Many of the lights are just turning on, a few of them still surrounded by darkness. The shops all shut up with only the lights in their windows to advertise some with the changing screens of various advertisements. I made sure to be fast often checking my watch until I saw the sweet navy blue wooden frame on the window and door with the cute little silver swirls on the window glass. The orange light is still on within. I rushed over and pushed open the heavy old door inhaling the sweet scent of books. The little shop is surrounded by tall brown bookshelves filled to the brim with colourful titles, a couple of tables in the centre with some discounted books and a counter to the side with some paperwork across it. The bell rolled as the door opened so I happily took a moment to enjoy the peace. I wandered inside running my fingers across the various titles checking for anything I didn't already have on my shelf.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up," his voice spoke up.

I glanced over seeing Newt standing having emerged from the backroom, his right hand on the counter beside the till, his hip playfully knocked to the left, in his dirty blue knock-off high tops with strawberry print laces, light blue jeans with old faded belt, a grey t-shirt with long sleeves and a plaid button down of various blues with both shirts sleeves rolled to his elbows, the slight silver glint of the chain below his shirt and course the huge square black glasses on his nose that always gave him a strange bug-eyed look as both lenses slightly widened his eyes one slightly more so then the other not noticeable if you glanced at him but I'd seen him enough I had noticed it a lot. His hair was the lightest brown before it couldn't be called brown any longer with a middle part, well shaped getting slightly too long passing his earlobes. "Evening," he smiled picking up his favoured green astroplains mug and having a tentative sip. "You're very co-ordinated today," I glared a little heading over and perching myself on the countertop.

"Well I figured I'd be seeing you," he shrugs, "It's not here yet Mel," "What! Why not?" "It didn't come in the delivery today," "Did you ask?" "I did, he said there's a delay something about a misprint or something -" "I'll take a misprint," "I know you would but they won't deliver them till they are perfect you know they won't," "Owww," I whined collapsing onto the counter and trying to hold back tears. "There there now. There there," he says, slowly running a hand across my hair, "You know you don't have to keep coming every day right? I'll text you when it's here and I promised didn't I? I won't sell a single copy until you get yours first out of the box." "I know, I just like to come to check just in case," I said, sitting up and narrowing my eyes, "Are you accusing me of hiding it?" He asks, putting a hand on his chest, "…maybe," "Ohh that hurts you know," "Wouldn't be the first time you've hidden something I wanted," "I had every reason to. You were going to give up on astroplains just because the new Sanderisle came out and I couldn't allow that," "You still hid it from me for a week," "Did you get to read the amazing twist?" "Yes," I sighed, "Was it everything I said it was?" "Yes," "Ohh look at that, that's my case being closed," "You are such a nerd," "Yeah, but so are you," "Well if you don't have anything for me I may as well get home, got a pile of laundry waiting for me," "Sounds like very important work, for a princess," "Don't, it's not funny," I snapped back, "Sorry, have a nice night," "You too, goodnight," "Goodnight Y/n,"

I sadly shambled home, having myself a bowl of soup and a hot bath, I picked out a black bath bomb making my water turn utterly like a dark void. I scrubbed myself and enjoyed the water until it went cold. I then climbed out wrapping my towel around myself tightly, I dried off put my hair in a plait put on my nightie climbed into bed and left on my little salt lamp to light the room with a sweet orange glow. I laid in bed for what felt like hours just on my phone listening to fan theories, reading fan concepts, and any information I could find within the many depths of the internet around the tower-bound series and of course the upcoming book while also intermittently texting with Newt.

"Ughh I need to sleep" I sighed putting my phone down and doing my best to get some goddamn sleep. I hurried through the darkening city streets, a few people still hanging around as the bars and clubs were popular on a Friday night, so I hurried through and almost jumped through the door. "Is it here?" I asked, seeing Newt sitting at the counter, with his tea in hand. Today in red high tops, his black skinny jeans, white shirt and rosey brown jumper "Humm?" "Don't be dumb," "I don't know what you're talking about," he says returning his focus to some paperwork on his desk. "Newt! Please," I whined, "Just tell me if it's here today," I begged sitting on the counter. "Patience is the most useful thing we have as humans Y/n," he said. "I don't want to be patient, I wanna read my book," I whined. "I want a million pounds, I want a Jaguar E type, I want a twelve-inch erection. It doesn't mean any of those are likely to happen any time soon," "Why not? I thought this place was profitable?" "It is, not millionaire with an E type profitable," He explained, "and most of it comes from you anyway, and all the retired people in this area who don't know how to use the internet. If any of their grandkids tell them about ordering books online my business is gonna take a nose dive," "Newt, there will always be people who want to hold a book in their hand, wonder the book store isle and smell that sweet papery scent", "Yes, crazy people like you." he chuckled, "With book obsessions." "I'm not obsessed!" "Aren't you?" He smirked, as he got something from under his desk pulling up a book between his middle finger and thumb and giving it an inviting shake, and it was then I truly noticed it was the new tower-bound book.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" I Yelped snatching it from him, "Promo copies arrived today," he smiled, "Eeeeeeeeeee! Thank you so much!" I smiled hugging him and the book so tightly, "You're welcome Y/n" He chuckled, I happily and excitedly held the book flicking through the first few pages "Hey! Nope this isn't a library you know the rules," "But I need to know," "You can wait till you get home," "Fine," I sighed, "Apparently Princess Astrid is going to choose her suitor!" "Haven't they said that about the last three books?" "It's been confirmed," "If you say so," "I'm mildly afraid," "Why?" "what if it's disappointing?" "You've waited a year for his book," "Exactly, what if it's really disappointing? what something stupid ruins it all? What if! she picks Zane!" "What's wrong with that? It's an ending isn't it?" "But Prince Zane of Warlow. He's a dick. he's a gothy, angsty little shit. He's weird and creepy and he's not kind to Princess Astrid. Prince Ulfred is a sweetheart he cares for the skyflies, he's a sweet, handsome, honourable prince." I explained, "and Sandtala would have a way better union with Vegar than with Warlow." "Okay, Okay. I get it you're deep on team Ulfred," He rolls his eyes "She's never going to write a concrete answer, why would she it sells too many books plus no matter which Princesse Adtrid picks half the fans will be angry so why would she ever write either answer," "she has to finish the book sometime," "she does but she's going to milk this you know it." he explained, "Besides, I don't think Princess Astrid should pick either," "Ohh who would you have her pick?" "What does it matter?" "Tell me," "Lavos," "Lavos Illken!" I complained, "The damn kitchen boy?" "He's not a kitchen boy," "Ohh right yeah Queen Celestia made him a knight in the last book," I said sarcastically, "But it doesn't actually mean anything he wasn't actually knighted or anything, she only did it because she knows just how much Lavos spends time with Astrid and it makes sense to give her best friend a sword you know in case shit happens. He's a ceremonial knight, not even that he's been given a cheap sword and a blanket cape so he can play with the princess," "Ohh he wants to play with the princess," "What's that support to mean?" "Have you read the same book I have? Have you read the long stares he gives her, the way he blushes for her compliments, if any character worships the very ground princess Astrid walks on it's Lavos. He Worships her, he adores her, it's obvious." "Their friends," I rolled my eyes, "Best friends, but he loves her." he smiled, leaning his elbow on the counter and his chin on his hand, "It's obvious," "If you say so, but she can't marry a commoner anyway so it's irrelevant. Now if you're done with your crazy theories I have a book to read," "Alright, Tell me how you like it," "I will, but no spoilers," "I know, Have a nice night Y/n," "Goodnight Newt," I smiled taking the book and scampering home as fast as possible.

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas sangster imagine #tmr newt imagines #tmr newt imagine #tmr newt fanfic #tmr newt #tmr newt smut #tmr au

[nookishposts]

A-gain

15 days ago we brought home a set of day old chicks, Red Sexlink, which have proven wonderfully good layers and easy to care for . At a day old, each about the size of my thumb, a baker's dozen of surprisingly shrill peepers came in cardboard box too small to hold a pair of shoes. They only half-filled it. We set them up a table-top condo and dipped their beaks to get them drinking. When they are hatching they absorb the stuff in the egg through their belly buttons, giving them enough nutrition to get through a day or two, then they are at totally at our mercy, and quite fragile. Cold and dehydration are the biggest threats. We watch carefully for splayed legs or pasty vents , but they all look like healthy little peepers.

These girls are our 3 set of chicks, the first 6 were ready-to-lay at 17 weeks, quite happy until a mink intervened on their first Christmas Day. The following Spring we got our first dozen day olds and all of the fun of watching them wake up to the world. At that age they must be kept at 95-100 degrees fahrenheit for the first week, reducing the temps by 5 degrees each week thereafter until they are developed enough to cope with the same temps that we do. This means that as it's April, we have had 13 demanding little divas living in a succession of cardboard boxes on our kitchen table, with the heat lamp strung from the ceiling fixture and some mesh across the top to discourage our curious cat. Our older hens, having pretty much stopped laying at age 3 or so, have been free-ranging themselves silly on our property, enjoying a smorgasbord feast of bugs, seeds, and sprouts, including my Lilies of the Valley. There are only 5 of the big girls left, due to mostly natural processes and the occasional intervention having taken 7 already. We think it's a happy and well-earned retirement for the survivors. They have pretty much flown the coop. Which means, I need to Spring clean it for the new tenants. Who, if I may admit, have worn out their welcome after 2 weeks of messy, smelly, gawky, mouthy, pre-teen behaviour. Good thing they are still cute, although that too is changing what with fluff sprung like dandelions and new deep red pin feathers appearing in strategic places.

The coop is kept tidy and healthy throughout the year, but the big clean comes after 6 months or so of Winter layering....all of the things that come from a chicken's body, mixed with about 8 inches of accumulated wood chips that absorb the worst and keep them warm. It takes me about 4 hours, with a wheelbarrow, a snow shovel, an ice scraper, and a broom to get down to the concrete floor....filling the barrow about 7 times and running it all to next years compost pile. I insulate the walls with moving blankets over the Winter and this time,discovered 4 large mouse nests in the process of removing them. Plus a hole chewed through the bottom of the bin where I keep the mash, so those wee buggers had a good Winter all snug in feathers and down, not to mention well-fed. Off I went to the feed store for fresh bales of shavings and a large galvanized bin with a tight lid.

Saturday mornings at the feed store finds customers all in some form of work duds, picking up whatever it takes to get the current chores accomplished. On a rural property, something always needs to be turned, moved, cleaned, fed, watered, built, deconstructed, or replaced. People greet one another by name with a nod and always a smile. I have a city friend who will only purchase rubber boots from our feed store. Its not a large place, but you can get almost anything there, and we do. But the feeds that they blend are what makes them famous. Most of the time,before I get to the counter, they know what I want and I find it waiting on the loading dock outside. They also order the chicks, so since its been a couple of careful weeks, they're expecting us. Its nice to be a part of the regular crew.

Back home, I have barrowed and scraped and swept, and wiped out the laying boxes, filling them with fresh shavings even though our little ones won't be producing eggs until September. ( I remember our very first one, almost 5 years ago, tiny and perfect and still warm in my hand. What a thrill!) I haul in a couple of inches of sweet smelling shavings and spread them evenly, then bring in the galvanized barrel and fill it with chick mash and a fresh scoop. Waterers and feeders get filled and placed, and the very last thing to do is hang the heat lamp low enough to keep them cozy another couple of weeks, and high enough on a strong chain to avoid causing a fire. Back into the house I go and my Beloved interrupts her knitting seminar long enough to help me lift the sagging cardboard box from the kitchen table, out the sliding door and across the yard into the coop. The little ones, carried like tiny Egyptian Queens are stunned into silence as their world shifts quite literally beneath them. We manoeuver the box into place under the lamp and I slice one side of it away, enlarging their playpen 10 times. They huddle in one corner, blinking, heads tilted and tiny wings tucked as close to their bodies as possible, tufts of fluff floating to the ground, everything suddenly very different. Gone are the cooking smells and the dog rumbles, the conversation of two familiar female voices, the hum of the refrigerator and the beep of the microwave. These are replaced with the sound of the wind, the scrabbling of chipmunks across the roof, and the sweet smell of pine.

I bring in a lawn chair to sit with them a while as they adjust. A few tentative cheeps are all I've heard, each rising with a question mark at the end. Curiosity wins out over confusion and one brave little chick steps to the edge of the box peering around a minute before she steps out. She looks at me, and I murmur soft noises of encouragement. Out she plops, mostly feet-first into a soft landing. Tenatatively she takes a step and then another and before I know it she has stretched her wings to their full length as if to say :" I claim this land in the name of mt sisters!" She smells the water, locates her crumble feed and having satisfied herself that the basics are in place, she begins to explore. A couple of her sisters shortly follow her lead, but the rest hang back, still awaiting their bravery. They comfort one another with soft coos, and I answer as best I can. I leave them to their exploring, knowing that when I check in a couple of hours later, there will be chicken poop on my chair, evidence that all is well and we have begun the cycle successfully once again. In a day or two, I will remove what's left of the cardboard condo and consign it to the fire pit, with their baby box and some groundfall and we'll have the first bonfire of the season.

As I walk back to the house, tired and filthy and satisfied, ready for a hot shower and a cold drink, I pause and look around the yard. The newness is everywhere. Lilac buds are getting fat, day lilies are reaching, the garlic is up about 6 inches, and the grass will need mowing in a couple of weeks, once I've cleaned the Winter tenants from under the hood of the dormant tractor. Its too soon to do much, the Earth still needs a little time, and the critters are tending their babies in the hidden places while the days grow longer and the trees begin to leaf out in a million shades of green. In a few weeks, the garden beds will warm and be ready for the seedlings we nurse in the greenhouse. We won't need jackets, we will default to the barbecue weeknights after work, and lots of porch-sitting will allow the couch to re-inflate the dents left by our Winter backsides. By then the older hens may well be gone, happily surrendered to old age or wetland prey. The coyotes sing us to sleep through open windows and the birds awaken us at dawn. We have the sense to understand that we are part of the cycle, fortunate stewards, temporary in our own way, and best to mostly bear witness to Earth's wisdom.

[alwaysteveswife]

Hi!! I loved your steve harrington fic, and I wanted to request a jonathan byers x reader slowburn angst to fluff, where they've both love each other but reader thinks he likes nancy and starts pulling away? Thank you :)

To happiness | Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader.

Note: This is my first request, thanks anonymous person, I hope you like it as much as I liked doing it 🥲.

Jonathan and Y/N have been friends since they were 8 years old, both have seen the other suffer and be happy, but all this relationship that they worked so hard to achieve begins to jeopardize after she discovers some photos of Nancy among Jonathan's polaroids.

Warnings: A little bit of angst, a very fluffy Jonathan (sorry, it's unintentional 😞 fluff is my passion next to angst), Y/N being a little bit cruel to Jonathan, bestfriends to lovers, mention of Nancy's photos at Steve's house.

Number of characters: 10,609 (It's the longest thing I've ever written in my life lmao).

1975

"What are you doing?" muttered Y/N, staring at the small, thin boy crouched in front of a pile of dirt.

"I'm watching the bugs" it took a moment for Y/N to understand what he said, the boy was speaking too softly.

"Why?" she crouched down to be at his level, looking at the pile of dirt and the little ants that were coming out and going in and out in a row.

"Because it's interesting" he pointed to the little insects, showing how they were helping each other to carry food to the anthill "They're like one big family."

"You don't have a family?" She patted his back gently when she heard no answer "It's okay, mommy says family can't always be blood" she smiled, looking at the boy happily "your friends can be your family too."

"I don't have any friends" he looked at Y/N sheepishly, a small blush peeking through his chubby cheeks.

"Then I'll be your first friend" a childish giggle came from her as she stood up energetically. "I'm Y/N."

"Jonathan" a small smile peeked on his face, almost invisible, but it was enough to make Y/N's inexperienced and innocent heart feel warm.

1980

"What do you think of this one?" Jonathan stretched out a polaroid of Will's birthday. The picture showed the boy's friends and the gifts each had given them, they were smiling with excitement, it was too cute.

"I like it, he looks happy" he smiled, setting the photo apart from the others "Did you take more?" She knew the answer, but she enjoyed listening to him talk about something he was as passionate about as he was about photography.

"That's right" he nodded, leaving a small stack on top "I took a lot, I wanted to record their happiness, and what better than a photograph?"

Y/N looked at it intently, feeling a churning in her stomach and a pang in her chest. She had never paid much attention to that feeling that was slowly growing, but lately it was getting harder and harder to ignore it.

She shook her head, hoping that this would erase those useless and meaningless thoughts. She picked up the stack, going through them one by one. They were all beautiful, that was a fact, her favorites were where the kids were out playing with Will's new gifts, or the ones where Jonathan's mom was smiling at the sight of her son, highlighting his already existing beauty.

"I took some pictures of you" Jonathan cleared his throat, Y/N wondered if it was because of the tremor in his voice "I thought your parents might like to have them."

"That's very nice of you" she smiled sweetly, that kind of smile she only shared with Jonathan "Can I see them?"

He nodded, still nervous. He got up from the floor, rearranging his pants and walking over to his nightstand. Y/N took to watching every move he made in that small period of time, wondering why Jonathan's strange attitude.

"There aren't many, but I think they're okay" he took a breath, returning with it along with a small metal box. Inside it were four photographs. The first one was a picture of her when she arrived at the birthday, she was a little disheveled, since she had arrived by bike, but she still looked good, it gave her a youthful and boyish touch, as she was; the second one made her let out a laugh, it was her next to one of her favorite kids, Dustin, both of them were out playing making strange and funny faces; the third was one where she was eating cake, she had some on her nose, but it didn't seem to matter at that moment, although if she had known Jonathan would take that picture she would have definitely wiped it right away; and lastly there was the fourth one.

"Oh," Y/N muttered, staring at the polaroid.

"Is that a good 'Oh' or a bad 'Oh'?" He asked uncertainly, drumming his fingers on the bedside table.

"A good one" her cheeks flared quickly, trying to remember when she had taken that picture "I didn't know I looked so good sleeping."

"You always look good" they both looked at each other in embarrassment. Jonathan hadn't thought long before blurting out the answer, and Y/N definitely hadn't expected to hear that.

"Thanks" was all she could say, averting her gaze from the embarrassment that covered her, "I think I'll take all four, I'm sure my parents will love the first three."

"Just the three?" He frowned in confusion.

"The last one I'll keep, as a souvenir" they both smiled, almost as if they were accomplices. "It'll be a souvenir just of us, okay?".

1983

Things in Hawkins were getting stranger and stranger. Kids and teenagers were disappearing, Will had disappeared. When she heard the news, Y/N ran in the direction of Jonathan's house, held him, comforted him and helped him understand that none of this was his fault, played her part as his best friend, and would do it a thousand and one more times if it would help Jonathan.

And that's why she was now standing up to Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, because she knew her friend would never do something like take pictures of a girl without her permission, at least not in her underwear.

"Jonathan wouldn't be able to do that, much less now" Y/N growled, glaring at Steve.

"Never say never" Steve muttered, tossing a stack of torn photos at Y/N, pictures of Nancy almost unclothed in Steve's room.

Jonathan and Nancy hurried to pick up the photos, before she had to leave along with her idiot boyfriend.

"Why?" she muttered clenching her fists, watching Jonathan from above.

"It's not what it looks like, I promise" he hastened to reply, getting up and putting the pieces of the pictures away.

"Jonathan, that's harassment, what explanation do you have for that?" her voice began to rise in pitch, as did her anger, "your brother is missing and the first thing you do is take pictures of the great Nancy Wheeler?" She ran her hands through her hair, feeling her eyes water, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry" He muttered, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed his broken camera, "I'm really sorry."

"I'm sorry too" she replied with a coldness Jonathan had never heard in her before, "looks like I was wrong about you."

1984

It had been almost a year since her fight with Jonathan, it was months of torture where she discovered many things, some good and some not so good.

Will had shown up, they had a funeral for him, buried the coffin and had a talk at Hawkins High about it, all so that, some time later, he would appear out of nowhere, alive and kicking.

Nancy was still with Steve, but she had become extremely close to Jonathan, and Y/N didn't like that at all, especially when she had discovered how immensely in love she had been with Jonathan for years.

Her selfishness insisted on getting close to him and stop ignoring him, as she had been doing since the pictures, tell him how she felt and let it be what god wanted, if god existed. But, on the other hand, that side of her, a much bigger one, was telling her that she should stay away, that she should let him be happy, because he looked happy with Nancy, and that was the only thing she wanted, his happiness.

"Y/N..." he startled, turning quickly towards the voice calling her name.

"Jonathan" She murmured, tightening the chains of the swing she was sitting on.

"Do you think we could talk?" He stood in front of her, looking like a wet puppy. When he noticed that she didn't seem to want to answer, he went on with what he wanted to say "I know it's been a long time since we last talked."

"I'm pretty sure we didn't talk, you stayed down, I yelled" Y/N corrected, swaying her feet nervously.

"The point is" she changed the subject quickly, clenching her fists at her sides, "this year I had a lot of time to think about me, about you and.... about us."

Y/N brought her feet down to the ground hard, staring at Jonathan intently.

"We?" She raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue with his speech.

"You were my first friend, one of the people I've trusted the most" she tried to ignore the pain it caused her to hear him say all that in the past tense, paying attention to every word that came out of his mouth, "and I hadn't realized how much I cared about you until you left."

"Well, I don't want to be anymore" She muttered, lowering her gaze. She missed that time together with him, her best and worst days were by his side, but she couldn't see herself being able to go through with it when she was aware of how she felt.

"I haven't either" he crouched down in front of her, taking her hands, "I haven't wanted it for a long time."

An involuntary sob came from Y/N, feeling her heart breaking into tiny pieces and being stepped on by Jonathan's ugly shoes that he had never cleaned.

"What...were you lying to me all this time? Were you just standing by my side out of pity?"

"No!" he rushed to answer, suddenly sounding more nervous than he had in the beginning "I'm sorry if I made it sound like that, that's not what I meant" she just squinted skeptically, trying to see any trace of lies through his eyes. "What I meant was..." she paused for a moment to take a big breath of air, leaving Y/N even more confused, "I like you, I like you a lot, for so long, and I-"

"What?" she frowned, confusion on every one of her features "But.... What didn't you like Nancy?"

"Why would you think that?" They both looked at each other in confusion now, Jonathan bringing his hand up to Y/N's cheek warily, wiping away a tear.

"Ah, I don't know, maybe why you took a half-naked picture of her?"

"Oh."

"Was that a good 'Oh' or a bad 'Oh'?" she murmured with a hint of grace in her voice.

"A good one" he nodded, a small smile forming on his lips, "those pictures didn't mean anything sentimental, it's a style called boudoir. I know I should have asked your permission, but I didn't want to ruin the moment, it was more of an impulse."

"What about this year? They've been talking a lot" Y/N's nerves began to flood her, that their love would be reciprocated was never in her plans.

"She had been advising me what to do so I could confess" they both looked at each other incredulously for a few seconds, exploding into laughter at the same time.

"I can't believe it" she replied between laughs, wiping the tears from her eyes "You really are an idiot".

"You're not one to say" he shook his head, looking into her eyes with a big smile, "Does this mean you liked it too?"

"You should have known from the moment I kept that picture for myself" she smiled, grabbing Jonathan's jacket with both hands and pulling him to her to kiss him.

Masterlist

#jonathan byers #stranger things #fanfic #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers angst #jonathan byers fluff

[joheunsaram]

promise - 14 (knj)

Chapter 14 - On To 2019!

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Summary- Another year, another New Years party at jungkook’s

word count- 3.1k

pairing- college!Namjoon (previously asshole!Namjoon) x Reader

rating- PG15

genre- collegeau, e2l, idiots2l, fluff, angst

warnings- none

a.n- I’m feeling feelings so I’m releasing this early. Please enjoy promise back from hiatus!

special s/o to @magicshopaholic for beta reading you the best 🥰

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

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“Oh my god, dude! Why are you always late! It’s almost midnight!” Jungkook yelled as soon as he opened the door, pulling you inside with your elbow, uncaring of the snow that got dragged into his foyer as well.

“I’m sorry! I was stuck on a stupid bug-”

“No! No work talk. Only drunk talk!” your best friend stated, somehow manifesting a shot glass out of thin air and handing it to you. Shaking your head in endearment, you downed the high-end yet still putrid vodka as he grinned.

You had missed your friends. After graduation, everyone seemed to have scattered, leaving only Yoongi, Hoseok, Amber and you in the city where you had all gone to university. Gone were the days of living together and rowdy parties; all you had now was the routine of corporate jobs and weekends spent recuperating.

It wasn’t all just monotonous adulting though. Occasionally you all would pile up in Yoongi’s car and go to the city two hours away where Jungkook, Jisoo, Jieun, Jimin, and Irene were. Those were the weekends to remember, where you all would spend Fridays huddled together in Jungkook and Jisoo’s obscenely large first floor apartment watching movies after movies and Saturdays clubbing till the sun came up.

“My best friend!” Irene exclaimed as she saw you, enveloping you in a hug that crushed your bones, surprising for a woman her size. It melted your heart seeing all your friends gathered around Jungkook’s living room just like old times. It wasn’t too long before one shot turned to two and then into a rowdy few as you all settled around the coffee table playing drinking games and reminiscing about your alcoholic college years that seemed light years away already.

“Oo! Ride the bus, Y/N,” Hoseok screamed gleefully, clapping as Amber rolled her eyes and you whined. Riding the bus was a dangerous game to play, especially with your array of house rules. The game was fairly simple: four playing cards set in a row where you had to guess the color of the first, the suite of the second, whether the third card was higher or lower than the second, and finally if the last card had a number or a character. Simple enough, except every time you guessed wrong, you had to take a shot and start all over again, new cards from the deck being placed on top of the ones that were face up.

By the time you had successfully ridden the bus, the deck was half done and your vision was blurry, alcohol racing through your veins and escaping as little giggles between your lips. You relaxed into the sofa as your friends danced around you. Jimin had decided it was the perfect time to do a strip tease for Irene, swaying to the music as all of you cheered him on, throwing money at him. It wasn’t a party unless Jimin found a way to be in his underwear in some way.

It had been so long without your friends’ antics that you were giddy to be in the audience, just observing from the couch as the countdown began. However, something was drastically different from all those years. Somehow you had become the odd one out, the only single one in a room full of couples. The feeling only intensified when the clock struck midnight and you had to watch them exchange kisses. It felt lonely and you tried not to let it bother you, channeling that energy into gratitude for being around the best people you knew. Standing up as everyone cheered in the new year, you walked over to each of your friends, giving them a loud, obnoxious kiss on the cheek, making sure that the red of your lipstick transferred the shape of your lips onto their skin.

“No, do it right,” Hoseok whined when he noticed that his cheek didn’t bear the same bright scarlet as the rest of his friends, forcing you to search your bag for the lipstick amidst your giggles. Lips refreshed, you turned to him, grabbing his jaw and landing a loud peck on his cheek. He smiled broadly in victory, running around the living room with his arms in the air obnoxiously singing the tune of Final Countdown with Amber running after him to make sure his socks didn’t slip on the hardwood floor. Earlier melancholy forgotten, you grabbed your stomach, breathless from laughing at your friend’s antics as you collapsed on the couch, wheezing and eyes shut in glee.

“So when’s my turn?” a voice called to you, forcing your eyes to open in shock because you knew that deep baritone, you knew the teasing lilt to it, had dreamed about it. In the commotion that Hoseok created, you had missed Jungkook letting in another guest, one that you didn’t think you’d see any time soon.

Namjoon stood in front of you, his hair longer than ever before, silver gray bangs falling into his eyes and lengthening into a mullet behind his ears. He was dressed in a comfy black sweater and ripped jeans, and it felt like your brain short circuited, eyes blinking in disbelief as he chuckled at your expression.

“What?” you asked, not knowing if it had always been so hot in this room or if the alcohol in your blood was making you warmer, but your face felt like it was on fire, ears burning and heart pounding as you stared at him. He was supposed to be in California.

He chuckled again, his dimples deepening as he sat next to you, thighs touching yours and an arm stretched behind you on the back of the couch before he was leaning in, whispering to you conspiratory and repeating his question, “So when’s my turn? I promise I won't be flaccid like Hobi.”

Ignoring the fact that he somehow remembered the teasing question he had asked you two years ago, you focused on his voice, raspy and intentional, the syllables resounding through you carrying the heat from your face to between your thighs, tensing them in anticipation as he leaned in. But then you remembered why you were shocked to see him there.

“You were supposed to keep in touch,” you replied coldly, watching his smile fade as you stood up and made your way to the patio, grabbing a bottle of soju from the table. Months apart had scared you, made you feel as if you had imagined that night in front of your shared apartment, had imagined the way he kissed you and turned your life from a monochromatic grayscale to technicolor.

The two of you had texted a lot in the month after, Namjoon keeping you up to date on his move and you sharing your stresses about graduation. But with time, the messages dwindled to radio silence, adult life taking a toll on you both. After sometime you had resigned to the fact that he would be just another passing character in your story, just another person who got away, someone who fate had cruelly snatched away from you. You had spent the last two months trying to rewrite the story, trying to find someone else to cast as the lead. You had gone on blind dates set up begrudgingly by your friends, on Tinder dates with dudes that were more creepy than they were cute - you had even thought about messaging Taehyung, trying to shoehorn him back into your life. But your heart was stuck on that elevator, right between Namjoon’s fingers and his promises.

“So were you,” he replied, having followed you onto the patio, both of your socks soaking in the cold melted snow. He leaned on the railing next to you, watching drunk people pass by on the busy downtown street, friends talking animatedly, hugging each other, couples holding hands – the calm between the two of you a sharp contrast. Taking the bottle from between your fingers he took a long sip, your eyes following the bob of his throat before he stopped, licking his lips. “You said you were going to wait for me.”

He seemed hurt. His eyes were dark, brows furrowed and lips in a pout as he stared at you, making your stomach drop. Guilt hit you like a boulder, rooting you to the spot as you remembered his plea from so many months ago.

“I’ll be back next year. I’ll be back and if you’re… if you still like me. If you still want me, I’ll be here… I’ll be here, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes burned, tears bubbling over your face. You always had been a crybaby when you were drunk but the force of his words had your lip quivering pathetically. Your tears blurred the way his face morphed into concern, but you couldn’t see him even if you wanted to. His rainforest scent enveloped you as he brought your face to his chest, hugging you to him. You hadn’t realized how cold it was out there until you felt his warmth around you, cocooning you from the icy chill. He swayed with you a little, trying to coax you into a better mood but all you did was hold him close, fingers clawing at the back of his sweater as you spilled your apologies into his chest.

“Shh… It’s okay. You’re okay, Y/N,” he murmured, a hand stroking your head gently, fingers moving to your jaw when you looked up at him, face flushed and tears streaming down your cheeks. He smiled at you softly, cupping your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs, chuckling as you whined his name.

“Yo Kim Namjoon! What the fuck?”

The door to the patio opened to a livid Hoseok, mouth downturned as he took in the tears on your face. Marching over to the two of you, he took your hand pulling you away from Namjoon and shielding you with his body. Namjoon wasn’t much taller than him, but Hoseok’s anger made him tower over the man, words spilling out of his mouth. “I helped you with this surprise and you’re gonna make her cry?” he seethed before launching into a tirade against the poor guy. To his credit, Namjoon stood there with his head down, listening to your friend questioning his sincerity.

“Hobi. It’s not his fault,” you spoke softly, trying to calm your overprotective and over liquored friend. He stared down at you, watching your expression intently before seemingly finding what he was looking for and sighing. With a pointed look at Namjoon he left the two of you alone, the air now awkward and stilted.

“I’m sor-“

“I missed you,” Namjoon interrupted, hands in his pocket as he looked at the floor worrying his lower lip. You didn’t expect the simple words to have such an impact on you but they left you reeling, blossoming in your chest into vines that gave life to your feet, moving you towards him like strings on a marionette. Before you knew it, you were hugging him, arms clinging around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. His arms followed suit wrapping tightly around your waist and lifting you up till your legs were wrapped around him too. Despite the celebrations around you, the world was silent except for his breaths muffled by your sweater.

“I love you,” you whispered, not sure if you could say the words out loud so soon but too eager to hold them back anymore. His grip loosened at your words, making you slip a little lower on his body before he was moving his hands under your thighs to pull you back up, walking towards the wall to steady you. The cold brick permeated through the thick layer of your sweater, your face moving away from where it was buried in his neck so you could look up at him, unable to hold back your giggles at his expression.

“You look constipated,” you teased as you took in his flushed cheeks, curled lip and scrunched eyes. His expression changed at your words, turning stoic in a deadpan stare for a few seconds before morphing back into an embarrassed giddiness.

Instead of retorting like usual, he crashed his lips onto yours, a little chapped from the weather but you didn’t care when they fit so perfectly against you. It was shocking in the best of ways, lighting your body on fire till your lips were moulding into his even more, your tongue eager to taste him after so long. You felt powerless to the way he jiggled you in his arms a little, making you slip a little lower, your chest pressed against his, your thighs winding even tighter around his waist.

Oxygen was irrelevant as you kissed, your exhales akin to whimpers as the cool air melted against your heated face. Namjoon had always been bigger than your friends, hours in the gym manifesting in broad shoulders and strong arms, but in that moment he felt like a rock, reliable and stable, his arms wrapped over your thighs and his hands holding you up. He moaned your name between his searing kisses, the sound igniting an inferno within you, wanting him so much closer.

And then he stopped, panting as he held you, his forehead against yours, his grin just a few centimeters away making your eyes cross as you stared at his eyes pooling with warmth. His smile met yours a few times, the little pecks inflating your heart within your chest, pumping it full of adoration.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, making your heart burst into confetti, its gold flakes swimming in your blood, turning your vision as rosy as his cheeks. You couldn’t help but laugh, kissing him once again, your euphoria finding home in his lips. His hands slowly moved up your body, letting you root your feet on the ground as his fingers cupped your face, thumbs tracing the apples of your cheeks as they rose with your smile.

Your smiles remained infectious as the two of you made your way back into the apartment, soggy socks freezing your toes. Your friends cheered, Jungkook exclaiming “Finally!” as he spied your laced fingers, and Hoseok apologized sheepishly. Like the bubbles in your champagne you felt like you were floating, sitting on Namjoon’s lap with his arms around you as you watched your friends sing their favorite karaoke songs, each one of them proudly flaunting the red kisses you had given them. Namjoon seemed to have noticed that too, frowning as he leaned down to pick up your purse from the floor. Fishing out the tube of lipstick, he held it out with a pout, turning his cheek towards you.

“Me too,” he requested, his hand softly running up your thigh making you shake your head as you complied. His face lit up as your lips met his cheek, somehow surprised that you would kiss him despite the little makeout you had had merely half an hour ago. He scrunched his nose when you moved away, dimples on full display as he looked at the floor and smiled shyly. Cupping his jaw, you raised his eyes until he was looking at you and kissed his lips, loving the way he seemed shocked before relaxing, his arms winding around you. He didn’t deepen the kiss, content to just let it be gentle and soft, like he had been waiting forever to kiss you.

You had been waiting forever too, waiting to be with someone you were proud to introduce to your friends, someone who didn’t want to hide you, someone who wasn’t afraid to kiss you in a crowd, someone who didn’t expect that kiss to rush into something more. When you separated, he joined the conversation, talking to Yoongi about some new rapper that had debuted recently under a label the two of them followed, while you just stared at him, smiling goofily.

Hoseok appeared then, eyes a bit red and lips turned into a lopsided grin as he laid across the couch, his body draped on the four of you. “I love our family,” he professed giddily, ignoring his girlfriend as she tried to get him to stand up, instead happily recounting each of your group’s qualities that he was grateful for. He flopped onto the floor when Amber was successful in one of her tugs, wrapping his arms around her ankles and calling her his queen. She rolled her eyes but you could see the blush on her cheeks.

“I have the munchies! Someone do a McDonald’s run!” Irene yelled suddenly from where she was sitting on the floor between Jimin’s legs. Her foot poked Hoseok’s butt as he whined. He was always the one to brave walking outside to get nourishment for the group and you laughed as he protested that he was too worshiping his goddess to move, much to Amber’s chagrin who had resigned to her feet being Hoseok’s pillow and was sitting next to him.

“We’ll go,” Namjoon offered, grinning when you agreed, hand on the small of your back leading you to the door. Bundled up, he took out a red beanie from his coat jacket, putting it on your head and kissing your nose. It seemed so easy to walk with him, his arm around your shoulders as if the two of you had always been together. Yet the thought startled you. Were you together? Did he have to go back? Would the two of you still be bad at texting now that you had been reunited?

It seemed that Namjoon could read your mind because he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head. His pace didn’t falter but his voice was a little hoarse as the two you neared the golden arches.

“We should talk,” he said softly, making your stomach drop, butterflies in your belly bouncing around in a flurry as if they were as panicked as you felt. Nothing good ever started with those three words, but you trusted Namjoon. After all the ups and downs and the will they won’t they, you trusted him enough not to shatter your heart. Even if your reunion was momentary, you would survive because you got to experience it with him, with his arms around you like they belonged there.

So you wrapped your arms around him, opening your heart as the next words left you.

“Okay,” you replied, bracing yourself for the inevitable, your smile as unstable as your heart. “Let’s talk.”

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[ms-scarletwings]

(っ◔◡◔)っ 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜~!

You have reached the main blog of a twenty-something, avid enthusiast of biology, merriment, and several things fiction- Call me Scarlet! The homegrown flowers here bloom in many shades of passion, so feel free to take a stroll.

So yeah, this is mostwhat of a multi-fandom menagerie and dumping ground for the things which rattle around in my brain. It is mainly Queue-fed, and while my top interests are hella diverse and ever-fluctuating, this is the main group/area of media you can expect the most return engagement with from me in the foreseeable future:

• Dredge

• The Sly Cooper Game Series

• Moral Orel

• Making Fiends

• Invader Zim

• A Certain Scientific Accelerator

• The lesser discussed works of David Firth

• Underrated Indie game creators the likes of KHS, Edmund McMillen, Scriptwelder, etc.

I no longer be continuing CFF or MMM one as a formal series, but instead just kind of speak my media brainworms when they choose to strangle me. Always looking for a new springboard to strike from, though 👀

Cont. on for some lists ‘n links.

Tags Guide, Sorta:

+ Scarlet talks about things - I release my worms, i.e. the takes. Pretty much what it says on the tin, a catch all for personal text posts ranging from long winded essays about Blorbo from my shows, infodumping about science, to just sharing something ponging around in my head lately. Usually try to reserve this tag for mid to long form original content.

+ Scarlet rambles about things - same deal, less filter, much more stream of consciousness. Includes short takes. Think of it like a bonus reel.

+ My Memes - self explanatory, ya goof.

+ Masterlists - if you showed up here off of, say, one of my media takes and wanted to know if there’s a highlight reel of mine dedicated to that specific show or series. Right now I’ve only got a couple but would be happy to pile together something else on request if there’s enough material.

Other bits of note:

* Following my interest trends, a lot of psychological and physical horror adjacent stuff is to be in-and-out expected here. Mostly on the level of stuff that wouldn’t get a show kicked off of a prime time children’s slot, but with lenient outliers. I’m also a massive bug enthusiast and it will bleed into the overall vibe and in the occasional real life photos i want to share. I will do my best to tag any potentially triggering content, but discretion be advised for the particularly sensitive. Lovecraftian terror fuel makes me go gaga and we’ll probably get along if it does you as well.

* Suggestions and friendly pokes about my blog content in general are welcomed in anons/asks, but not in my dms, thanks!

* This is user is critically and staunchly 🌈🍖

^ Only bothering to get this litmus test out of the way because I have noticed that some of the fandoms I am interested in are magnets for spicy discourse, and media discussion in today’s climate is a hotbed for this bandaid to get ripped off sooner or later. If you are someone who’s knee-jerk response to that emoji pairing and statement without any further elaboration was one of vitriol, extreme discomfort, and/or aggression, this is not a DNI; however, it is a request for good faith and clarification in whatever engagement you may or may not voluntarily choose with my stuff. It is a stern reminder of the old saying about assumptions. Something-something, makes an ass out of u and me. The less asses in the world, the less shit there will be all around.

* Not only am I quite the fanatic for others’ kinetic aesthetic, I’m something of an animator myself, sometimes! You can check out my Flipnote Studio projects over on my YouTube channel or as well on my art side blog (under-maintained at the current moment but looking to improve on that).

#ms.Scarletwings #introduction #intro post #blog intro #welcome to my blog #scarlet talks about things

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1055 - Initial Thoughts

Oh it feels good to have it two weeks in a row

because now we're in for more One Piece, the reveals are coming quick and heavy with news of stuff happening on the outside

but there is still more to come as we build more to the final saga

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too

Our colour spread was to promote the Red movie this time, bit of a shame because they did the same bait and switch with Odyssey, but at the same time it shows how much One Piece has been cooking recently

But we jump straight back into the Admiral fight, where Yamato asks why Momo won't let him fight (last week's scanlations implied all the samurai but the official mentioned Yamato specifically)

Raizo tries to burn him, but Aramaki is prepared to overcome the weakness and sucks the energy out of Raizo

I know she's in the background but surely Shinobu could just, rot the plants right?

Cut back to Robin and now they're joined by Law who sensed that some Poneglyph activity was at play

Seems that they're going deep underground and underwater to get the Road Poneglyph, which the Kozuki had hidden but Kaido found thanks to Jack being a Fishman

How did he move though? He cannae swim

Law ROOMing to the window after making Robin crawl, dick move Law

Mother of Atlantis, Wano has an Underwater City!

They did the Futurama thing and built current Wano on top of old Wano

I may be bugging a little, but if you removed some mountains the Old Wano would look like God Valley a little doesn't it?

At some point at the beginning of the WG, Walls were erected either side of Wano and it became a rain dish, flooding the old Wano as the current Wano built above the tipping point

By the looks of the diagram, bits of land was added to be the foundations of part of the country, which isn't easy to do, plus it bodes the question of Onigashima

Near the bottom of the mountain (Mount Fuji apparently, real life blending with fiction) we find the Third Road Poneglyph

Sukiyaki says though that Pluton is a little further, of course it's underwater so he hasn't seen it but it's there

Key word he said was 'sleeping', it could be metaphorical but knowing One Piece it could also not...

This implies that Kaido may've found Pluton already right? Via Jack and all, It may explain his weapons factories, as well as the legend that Pluton could 'wipe out an island'

To Unleash Pluton though the walls would need to break down, therefore Opening Wano's Borders would mean releasing Pluton

Robin does bode the question that if this is the case, why did Oden want to unleash Pluton?

But we return to Aramaki and his Fascist is showing again, claiming that he wouldn't have been here if Kaido was still ruling, and that means Wano was safe from others despite being a cruel reign

Eventually we get the obvious explanation why Momo won't let Yamato fight: because he wants to prove that Wano can defend itself; Yamato wants to go out to sea after all and the Straw Hats and Minks can't stay forever, if they can't protect themselves then they'll only compel them to stay longer

And thanks to his resolve, Momo unleashes a flurry of Blast Breath at the Admiral, burning down his forest

Of course, the Admiral survives, because he can just grow from a sapling

But just as he's about to go for murder, the lightning of Conqueror's Haki strikes

The Haki scares Aramaki shitless, and it seems that somehow the Admiral is communicating with Shanks from afar

It's almost as if Shanks is doing something with his sword too, the questions are piling up

Probably an error though but it looked like Shanks' silhouette had both arms a bit, the way he was holding the sword was weird...

Shanks dishing out the intimidation factor though, scaring Aramaki away from Wano

So he'll attack new Yonko Luffy for Akainu but literally wilts to Shanks? Interesting

The party wages on but Jimbei, Luffy and Sanji were out watching, knew that their Haki would've sensed the Admiral. What happened with Kid and his murder attempt though?

The four (monster four? Luffy and the new Monster Trio? We gotta workshop on this) are proud of Momo holding his ground though, but even they sensed Shanks' haki

But of course, only Luffy has an idea of who it was as Shanks' ship looks to sail away again

There was also an extra few panels showing Uta getting inspired to write her magnum opus, to also promote the movie, it seems like she was ignoring the Den Den Mushi though telling her that people are in danger, hints towards perhaps the darker side of Uta...

So another mass info dump of a chapter, and still very awesome.

From reading the official I could understand why Momo didn't want Yamato to fight, it helped that I had observed his intervention as him stepping up for Wano as well anyway. It does feel like confirmation that he'll join the crew maybe probably, but we still haven't gotten Luffy's word, and I still feel like Carrot earned it too (admittedly it did annoy me that people were quick to fanart Yamato in the crew while during WCI Carrot didn't get barely any of the same kind, even though Luffy and Yamato have only really known each other for a day before he fell unconscious) but we'll have to wait on that still.

The Pluton stuff is perhaps the most exciting for me; Wano underwater holding the ship, when did they move it from Alabasta? Is Old Wano God Valley? Or was it the other 'City of Gold' mentioned way back when. What of Big Mom and Kaido? They were sent deep into Mt Fuji, they could easily come out somewhere around here, and they did weaken the front wall that could unleash Pluton anyway. Plus Jimbei could check on Pluton, as could Law and the crew in the Shark Submerge, so it feels like there's a lot more still to see with Wano itself.

Does this mean that Zunesha also knew about Pluton? Is Pluton a creature rather than a ship? There are questions piling up and I wants to know! I do feel a little unnerved by Law though, he is with Robin likely for the Will of D answers but still, he's also letting the Straw Hats collect the 3 Road Poneglyphs for him, so keeping an eye on him for now...

And Shanks, ah Shanks. Barely even in the Manga and yet he has us hooked every time he's on screen. His haki is immense to scare an Admiral like that, I'm still curious if the communication with Aramaki was via Shanks or via Aramaki's DF, but it shows that Luffy and Shanks' collision will not be a bunch of BDE power plays, testing both the individual and the cohesiveness of the crew (hopefully at least), but that is indeed one for the future.

Overall we got a lot of stuff, but the night is still young, and much much more still needs to be learned. No admiral will spoil the party at least, so we'll see what else Oda will throw at us

#one piece #one piece spoilers #op spoilers #wano arc #one piece wano #wano country arc #wano #straw hat pirates #kozuki clan #kozuki momonosuke #kozuki sukiyaki #nico robin #trafalgar d water law #ryokugyu #aramaki one piece #akazaya nine #yamato one piece #pluton #shanks one piece #red haired pirates #red haired shanks #devil child nico robin #surgeon of death

[3wisellamas]

Deltarune Halloween Prompts Day 10: Creepy (Web) Crawlers

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Damn, another empty can. Spamton had hoped that the dumpster behind the Cyber Grill would come with better food than what he'd been scrounging up recently, but so far he'd had no such luck -- empty boxes and cans and jars, every crumb rinsed out, nothing wasted. Where the hell were they throwing out the actual food, whatever the customers left on the plates that they didn't want?

Oh, right. He'd sold them a top-of-the-line garbage disposal back in '97. He remembered the sale almost like it had happened yesterday. "[Extended Warranty], TWO HUNDRED FIFTY [big ones], AND FOR W HAT? SO I CAN [sink lower than I ever] AND NOT EVEN FIND GARBAGE FOR [2 for 1 Dinner Special!]?!"

Sinking against the side of the dumpster, Spamton sighed. There was a whole city of other trash cans, in which he stood a very small chance of finding something, he'd even take one of those radio chumps' stale CD bagels at that point, but it'd been a long night, and weighing his options he'd rather turn in hungry than keep searching and be exhausted in the morning.

Mornings were for sales, for finally turning his fortune back around! So what if his stomach growled even louder? He'd soon have enough Kromer to live like a king again, just like back in '97! He just had to find the right opportunity! The right customer! The right sucker!

Cursing a little as he pulled himself up the high dumpster walls, he finally sunk down into his brand new apartment. He'd thrown out a few bags to make some room in the middle of the dumpster; on one end was his kitchen, or it would be if he'd found any food to store there. On the other, his living room, with the comfortable trash bag recliner he'd set up to relax in after a long hard day of sales (or, more often, a long hard day of no sales), and his trusty old rotary phone on the floor right below it, long since unplugged. And in the middle, his bed, or more accurately, his pillow, which he inelegantly collapsed onto, careful not to crush his nose on the thing again as he snuggled into it.

Yes sir, the food situation aside, Spamton G. Spamton was definitely moving up in the world. His apartment was far from the one he'd had in 1997, but still, no more cold, cramped garbage cans for him! His stomach's growling echoed horribly in those things, kept him up all night.

It kept him up that night, too, though, even without the echo. No matter what position he got into, or how many old newspapers he draped over himself to block out the cold Cyber City air, he just couldn't shut down for the night. Either he was finally starving to death, or it was time to finally see an Ambyu-Lance about that abdominal pain he'd been ignoring for a while...

"GOD [$-*!] IT!" Kicking off the newspapers and slamming his pillow into the dumpster wall, Spamton climbed back out into the night, resuming his hunt whether he wanted to or not.

Nothing in the can behind the tea shop.

Nothing in any of the cans around the Network Neighborhood.

He could've sworn he smelled some cheese in one of the alleys off 1101th street, but by the time he got there all that was left was a swarm of satisfied Maice.

And of course, the 24-hour bars were all empty, the last patrons of the night having finished off the bowls of free nuts and bolts.

Searching the Trash Pile for the tenth time that night even proved fruitless; there just wasn't anything remotely or theoretically edible to be found, anywhere in Cyber City.

"[&!$*] IT I'D EAT [greasy grimy] [Arthropod]S IF I HAD TO!!" Well...Spamton WISHED he didn't have to. But, as he shoved one final pile of trash out of his way there they were, a whole nest of computer bugs, far from a rare sight in Cyber World. "WELL.........[food on the table] FOR [Limit one (1) per customer] I SUPPOSE."

Slowly, he forced himself to reach down, snatching one of the many-legged critters as the rest of them scattered into the surrounding trash. Instantly Spamton retracted his arm, clutching it in pain -- the pixels in his hand flickered before momentarily reforming themselves, the glitch thankfully lasting only a few seconds. Only a small sting, but it still hurt like hell!

"OH NO YOU!!" As the bug tried to run and rejoin its colony Spamton pounced, slamming a discarded plastic cup over it, and slipping a card underneath, trapping his meal so it could neither escape nor sting him again. "[Gacha game]!! [Now you're playing with] ALL MINE!!"

Spamton hesitated again, though, watching as the insect crawled up into the cup, letting him remove the card to get a closer look. Its long body seemed to be covered in tiny hairs, ending with two sharp barbs sticking out one end, no doubt what had stung him before. Underneath, dozens of little legs carried it as it investigated its prison, and its prisoner jumped as it suddenly reached the lip of the cup and brushed against his hand again. But this time his pixels stayed in place, the touch in fact...soft? Harmless. Friendly, even, if Spamton even remembered what that felt like. A few stray memories surfaced as those hairlike feelers crept along his pixels, which proved to be the most unpleasant part of the whole encounter, his data being processed just like the web content these things normally crawled, but even that brought some strange comfort on such a lonely, hungry night.

Being careful of the stinger, Spamton held out his hand palm-up, letting the bug crawl out onto him. Its tiny feet tickled in the worst way, but he resisted the urge to shake it off. "...MAYBE I CAN [Carside-2-Go] TONIGHT INSTEAD." Grinning, he cupped his hands, giving the creature enough room that it didn't try to take off as he sprinted back home.

Jumping back into his apartment, he fished the plastic cup back out and set it in his living room, next to the phone. "YOU KNOW, IT DOES GET A LITTLE [One is the loneliest number] SOMETIMES?" He tried to pet his new insect friend, getting another sting for it, but once again his hand reconstituted itself with just a little shaking out. "I'LL CALL YOU [Willy Daze here for Toxi-Clean!!]"

Patting his new pet a couple more times and fetching it a used handkerchief blanket, Spamton tucked it into its cup "bed" for the night, and himself as well, finally able to ignore his growling stomach enough to fall asleep.

The next morning he tore the dumpster apart in a panic, horrified, as he awoke to an empty plastic cup.

"[Willy Daze here for Toxi-Clean!!]" Of course, though, the insect didn't reply, having vanished overnight. Disappointed, Spamton slumped into his trash bag recliner, once again facing another day alone in a goddamn garbage can.

"Useless piece of junk!" One of the garbage disposals he'd sold to the Cyber Grill back in '97 suddenly made a surprisingly soft landing onto his pillow, along with half a plate of old, rancid-smelling spaghetti code.

Spamton's prayers were finally answered, and forgetting almost completely about his other troubles he hurriedly wolfed down his breakfast, but not before he split out a couple strings of code and a scoop of sauce into his pet's cup, laying it out for them just in case.

#deltarune #deltarune halloween prompts #deltarune spamton #emwrites

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Stepping Up Your E-Commerce Game: Why Upgrading Your Magento Version is a Smart Move

Attention all online shoppers! Is it worth the trouble to upgrade Magento version if you run an online store? Ready yourself for an in-depth exploration of Magento upgrades and how they can transform your company.

Imagine you've used Magento to create a successful online store. Your products are fantastic, your clients are pleased, and sales are through the roof. What, though? Magento, like your favorite mobile app, receives regular upgrades. 

Additionally, these revisions enhance functionality, speed, and safety. And if you choose a professional Magento 2 upgrade service provider, you will enjoy more benefits. So, let's discuss why upgrading your Magento version is a good idea. 

Advantages to Upgrade Magento Version

Strengthen Security

Cyber security is like a physical lock on a door. You want to prevent shady web crooks from breaking into your virtual shop. To solve this problem, we can upgrade. 

Magento continually releases more secure versions, patching security holes and staying one step ahead of hackers. It acts as a virtual protective barrier for your shop.

Remove Bugs

Bugs, like ants at a picnic, can ruin the fun for your online shop, so make sure to get rid of them as soon as possible. They can slow down your site, annoy visitors, and drive them away. 

If you're using an older version of Magento, upgrading to the most recent release will help you finally be free of those annoying bugs.

Stable Operation

Sluggish websites? Who has time for that? Store page loads as quickly as a cheetah on espresso, thanks to the performance optimizations included in many newer Magento releases. 

When a website loads faster, users are happy, search engine results improve, and more purchases are made. Hence, a win-win situation for an upgraded Magento version. 

New Functions

When you upgrade to the newest version of Magento, it's like adding a delicious topping: you can access amazing new features that will blow your consumers' minds, such as improved checkout flows, sleeker product displays, and perhaps even a touch of personalization.

Highly Responsive 

Your online shop must look great on desktop computers, laptops, tablets, and smartphones. Upgrading to the latest version of Magento can make your store more responsive to mobile devices and make it easy for customers to purchase desktops, laptops, and even smartphones.

Remain Popular

Have you ever felt left behind because you're wearing last year's model of whatever you wear daily? That happens when you refuse to upgrade from an old version of Magento. You can use emerging e-commerce trends and technology by staying up-to-date with upgrades.

Conclusion

Regular updates are like small steps toward the pinnacle of e-commerce success, so it's no wonder people love them. Rather than letting the versions pile up, upgrading yearly is usually easier and less overwhelming. 

Upgrading in little, reasonable chunks is like keeping up with your bike instead than waiting until the chain breaks to fix it. When you upgrade, you gain access to a community of people who can help you. You can rely on the Magento community's support.

Magento upgrades aren't just a necessary evil; they're an investment in the future of your online store. Beyond the upgrade button lies safety, bug fixes, improved performance, new features, mobile compatibility, up-to-dateness, and community support.

Remember that your Magento store, like your car, needs an annual upgrade to perform at its best. Take the plunge; things are about to improve your e-commerce experience dramatically. So, get set and go for the best services to upgrade Magento version. 

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#magento 2 upgrade service #upgrade magento version

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Family Albums

Family Albums

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

1:31 PM

'Ruth looks over the widow's walk,upon the street there paces a young man. His anxious face glances up at her. She is a queen ,blue black hair piled upon her head,hazel eyes penetrate his. Ruth serves the masses ,she appears to know all.She waves her hand to summon him.

Her home looks upon the French quarter. It shimmers in the morning light,the marble facade imperious as it's owner .Ruth ,a creole,a quadroon,was the daughter of an enchantress,so they said. . .'

" What are you doing in New Orleans?" She asked, "we haven't been there enough to write anything about it?"

Kerrie rolled her eyes.

" It's something different" she replied to her mother. Kerrie had just read 'Skye Cameron',and wanted to be a mysterious Southern beauty or at least write about one.

She was 'cute', plump,blue eyed , bespectacled,and had dark brown hair, curly brown hair. She'd yet to discover her country,and the stark drama of the prairies.In her defence,she was also fourteen,the last time she was in Nova Scotia; her aunt took her to McD's ,for a burger and a milkshake ,rather than eat the lobsters that covered the sideboard. They winked at her,and waved. To eat something that greeted you, didn't seem right . One tried to escape,that was it ,burgers and milkshakes forever.

Kerrilyn was an avid reader and loved to write. Mills and Boon(Harlequin,in North America) fed her heart and soul for now. She read other genres,too,classics,fantasy and fiction,but at 14, romantic suspense was what she loved .It didn't matter that the heroines fell in two categories:

A) impoverished gentle woman,or B) sweet naive ingenue .

She didn't think she fit either, truth be told ,every fourteen year old was an ingenue. They may act tough,they may curse a lot,or never say boo to a ghost,but they were all ingenues.

'How many times have you been told to write what you know?' She rolled her eyes . What did she know? Nothing ,she thought,she lived in Canada!! All the interesting stories took place in other places and in other times. Saturday afternoons on tv,consisted of 'Stampede Wrestling's, ' Bugs Bunny',and get ready for it...'Hockey Night In Canada'!!! Two channels,CBC and CTV. Everyone else had cable! Her little sister watched cartoons at the neighbours. They had cable and a coloured tv.

Sometimes she babysat for her big sister,she liked that,the last time she stayed there they watched 'Gone With the Wind' and they introduced Lori to old movies. Kerry and Lori stayed with Violet ,when their Mom did a double shift and their big brother was out on the rigs.

Natalie smiled .

' Come with me l want to show you something'. Kerry left the typewriter and followed her Mom upstairs. She went into the storage room and pulled some books off the top shelf,behind them beneath a blanket of cat hair,there was a metal box. Her mom placed them on her bed.

' Sit down,let's take a look ,shall we.'

Her mom had two old Bibles and the metal box.From around her neck,she took a key and handed it to Kerry.

' Go on ,open it.' She took the key from her Mom,and opened the box.

'Wow!' behind the bills,receipts and warranties,was a bigger pocket filled with

Letters and photographs . A face that looked a little like hers,winked back.

' Who 's she?'

'That's Pax'.

'Who?'

'Her name is Pax, she's my aunt.'

'What's her real name?'

'Makepeace Mathilde Thackeray.'

'Really? 'Natalie laughed.'

'Really. My grandparents were Quakers and they named the girls for virtues and flowers.

'But what does Pax mean?'

'It's Latin for peace.'

'What?'

'Peace'

'Oh'.

'That's kind of cool.'

'She was kind of cool.

'How do you mean?'

'When she was a little older than you,she was learning to fly cropdusters with my grand dad .'

'Really? Wow!'

' Eventually she took her experience and flew supply planes in the second world war.

The picture ,Kerry held was of a round face,freckled girl with curly hair. She wore a flat cap ,a duster coat and Levis.She was leaning against her plane and smiling. Beside her stood a young guy the size of a Sherman tank who looked kind.She flipped the picture over and written on the back were the words " Pax and Spence,1940."

'Who was he?'

'My uncle.'

She thought about the difference between the couples from 'Gone with The Wind' and 'Skye Cameron'. The couple in the photo looked like they ...well liked each other. 'Scarlett and Rhett', didn't,nor did 'Skye and Justin.' How could these two actually liked each other,and be married?

' Uncle Spence used to come out and give her flying lessons,in return she helped him with his book keeping.What began as a simple act of bartering,became a friendship then after the war,they married '.

'Friendship!?'Knowing her daughter's current taste in books and movies,she was trying hard not to laugh.

'Friendship is a better way to begin a long-term relationship than initial sex appeal,trust me baby,you are more likely to have a 50 year marriage with a friend than a one night stand .'Natalie 's husband was out on the rigs ,with

their son. He was an engineer and he took his son out with him to train as a millright.

Most of the time, Natalie was on her own. With Jake and Greg on the rigs, Violet married with a new baby,Lori and Kerry were her last babies.Lori still liked to snuggle ,but Kerry needed a firmer hand. Kerry was funny,kind and a habitual procrastinator! It was time she met Pax!

Makepeace ,according to her mother,was a lot like Kerry.She wasn't a procrastinator ,but she was definitely bloody minded.Somewhere ,Natalie thought,Her mother would be smiling. Pax was her favourite sister .

So Natalie dug out the family records. Along with the Bible's and the random snaps,Natalie climbed up to the attic and brought down photo albums,baby and scrapbooks.

' Why do you have all this stuff?' Kerry asked eyeing all the stuff on her mother's bed.

' Beats the hell out of me ; I suppose, because after Grandma Iris moved into her smaller place,we had the room to store her things.' Momma replied.

'Wow, that's a lot of stuff...'

'Yes.'

' Do you look at it often?'

Natalie smiled.

' I do,especially when I'm missing the family.'

' Grandma Iris, was the family historian because she was the oldest girl.'

Kerry picked up a snap of her holding a baby. Iris was solid,she was wearing a floral dress and bouncing a baby. They were on the beach and behind them was a reddish brown cottage.In another photo ,her mom was wearing an orange and black Mini dress and a leather cap. Natalie looked like she stepped off the set of'

mod squad.' It was the early sixties and her mom was having an espresso. This woman was a far cry from 'the jeans and scrubs ' lady ,that sent her off to school each morning .

'Momma!'

Natalie looked at the photo,and smiled.

'I wasn't bad,was I?'

'Where was that?'

' Your Dad and I went to Los Angeles; He had an opportunity to work on a project in East Central,but we decided the benefits here ,gave us a better quality of life. So you might have been raised a valley girl.' She laughed .

' I wouldn't have minded that.'

' Yes but your dad and I would have had to pay a fortune for your cast,last year ,rather than having healthcare cover it.' Kerry looked at her wrist.

' I didn't know that,I thought everybody had healthcare.'

(Ingenue!)

'We came back to Canada,not only because of healthcare ,but because Alberta was going through a boom.' That went over her head ,thought Natalie, she's fourteen.She had yet to sit down and enjoy a lobster fresh off the boat.Fries were an essential food group .

' Daddy wasn't bad looking.' Natalie smiled.

'He's pretty good I suppose.'

'Who's this?'

A young fair haired lady looked up from sepia ,with a gentle smile and a look of hope.

'That is your Grandma Iris.'

That's Grandma!'

'Don't look so surprised,

Grandma was a looker and a very smart lady'.

' I wasn't surprised at that,I just don't remember ever seeing this picture before.'

' Some of the best stories are found in your own family,Kerrilyn. Where do you think Phyllis Whitney found inspiration for her first stories?'

' Your Grandma was a teacher, she started teaching at 16...'

' How does that happen?!'

'As far as I understand it ,some young women and men ,applied to a Teacher ' s college known then as

" Normal School". They trained on the job,Pax did the same thing until she began to train as a pilot. Your Grandma was teaching a group of kids ,just a little younger than herself,think you could do that?'

Kerrilyn was gobsmacked ,she had a hard enough time keeping her classes straight.

'Wow, how'd she do that?'

' By being a lot tougher than she looked. Your Grandma boarded away from home and came back to the farm only when she could afford to.

She lived either in an apartment above the school or she boarded with a family, nearby in the community . In Nova Scotia, some teachers rowed a boat to the school ,on the prairies they rode horses .

Imagine that,up at 4, she had to start the furnace ,gather the water and prepare for her classes...

'Okay ,okay ,Grandma made Scarlett look like a wimp,point taken...'

Natalie laughed and so did Kerrie eventually.

' What's for supper?'

' Supper?'

' Mom!'

' Kidding ... We' re having salmon and rice.'

Kerrie was about to protest ,then she thought about Pax , Grandma Iris and her mom ... Then she decided, tonight she would make peace with her fear of fish,she would eat every bite... But if it looks at her ,she'll live on bread and butter for the rest of her life.

Fini

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