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thebest-medicine · 4 years

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Mind over Matter

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(Hello I'm sending in another K/A fic as I've been SUPER inspired lately and gaaaHHHH I just love these two so much they're such fluffy dorks and I can't get enough of them ;w; I thought it would only be fair if Korra could get some revenge on Asami (and to be fair, Asami deserves some loving tickles every now and then.) writing this fic was very fun and I hope you enjoy it!)

“Hey Asami, can you come help me with this?” Korra calls. She hears footsteps coming down the hall and into the spare room, where Korra currently is. It isn’t long before Asami enters the room.

“What’s up?” Asami asks. Korra gives her a lopsided smirk.

“I uh…well, I’m having trouble ironing one of my shirts.”

“Really?” Asami scoffs, leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms, “All four elements and you can’t iron a shirt?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Korra says, “You’re the one who wants me to have crispy clothes.” Asami lets out a giggle.

“Korra…I said crisp, not crispy.” Korra looks confused as Asami bursts into laughter.

“Don’t make fun of me!” Korra pouts. Asami continues laughing.

“I have to, I’m sorry!” Asami laughs. Taking a deep breath, she continues, “You’re such a dork!” Korra can’t help but laugh too. “Are you looking to eat your clothes?”

“What’s it to you if I am? They’re my clothes! I can eat them if I want.” The laughing fit continues between them. Asami makes her way over to Korra and puts a hand on her shoulder to keep herself standing upright. As the laughter dies down, Asami gives Korra a swift poke to her side, and Korra giggles, twisting away from Asami’s fingers.

“H-hey ! Don’t do that while I’m holding the iron!” Korra says, a smile still evident on her face. Asami wiggles her fingers at Korra and she immediately puts the iron down, taking a few steps back.

“Oh, you see? You just made it safer for me to unleash my attack!” Asami yells, darting towards Korra, who squeals and twists past her, running out of the room. Korra runs through the apartment, unable to hold back her smile and nervous laughter as she attempts to escape her mischievous girlfriend. She makes it into the bedroom when Asami’s hands wrap around her waist and tackle her to the bed.

“No!” Korra all but screams as Asami wiggles her fingers all over her sensitive torso, sending the mighty Avatar into an uncontrollable laughing fit. Korra writhes around, unable to get away from her girlfriend’s death grip on her body. Her back is facing Asami’s chest, and Asami hugs her tightly as her fingers tickle her belly and sides. Tears begin to form in Korra’s eyes as she laughs loudly.

“What’s the matter, Avatar?” Asami teases, “Too ticklish?”

“I’m NOT, STOP IT!” Korra shouts through her laughter. Asami’s fingers creep down to her hips and begin to pulsate, causing Korra to squeal and thrash in Asami’s grip. Asami tucks her head into Korra’s shoulder to avoid being hit by her moving girlfriend.

Just as Asami is about to change to one of Korra’s many other (incredibly) ticklish spots, Korra flips herself over in her girlfriend’s grip, grabbing Asami and turning them so that Korra is straddling Asami’s waist, and Asami’s back is to the bed.

“I said,” Korra says triumphantly, if not breathlessly, “stop.”

“Forgive me, great Avatar,” Asami teases with a smug smile on her face, “I can’t resist the temptation of messing with you. You’re too easy!”

“Am not!” Korra pouts, grabbing Asami’s hands as her fingers start to wiggle again, and putting them under her knees.

“Are too!” Asami says, grinning at Korra. Korra grunts.

“Yeah? Well let’s see how you like it then!” Korra declares, digging her fingers into Asami’s sides. Asami stays still, not reacting to Korra’s tickling, but rather staring at her with a smug smirk.

“Oh wow, I like this so much,” Asami scoffs.

“No way. I know you’re ticklish; we’ve had tons of tickle fights! This isn’t fair!” Korra hisses, bringing her hands to Asami’s ribs and scribbling her fingers along them. No reaction. “How are you doing this??”

“You want me to tell you a secret, Korra?” Asami asks, still smug. “It’s all mind over matter. I’m exercising self-control- something you clearly lack- and using it to my advantage.” She shifts a bit under Korra’s weight.

“That’s a load of crap!” Korra says. Her eyes narrow- Asami knows that look all too well, but decides to continue teasing Korra.

“It’s true, you can’t g-” Asami can’t continue her sentence, because what comes next is loud, uncontrollable laughter as Korra switches from lighter tickling to landing rapid, firm pokes to the front of Asami’s ribcage.

“Aha!” Korra shouts, “I’ve got you!” Now that Korra has broken through Asami’s defenses, she’s able to take full advantage of her girlfriend’s new vulnerability. Korra stays on Asami’s ribs for a few more seconds- she knows that this isn’t as sensitive an area as other parts on Asami’s body- in order to assure that she won’t be able to raise her defenses again. Korra’s fingers shoot up to poke rapidly at Asami’s collarbone, and she squeals. All she can do is twist her neck in a futile attempt to cover her ticklish collarbone. Quickly, Korra moves her hand to tickle Asami’s belly.

Asami’s belly is particularly sensitive, and Korra knows this. Whenever she’s not being a butt, it’s rather easy to get a strong reaction out of her when her belly is tickled. Korra turns to feathery light tickles all over Asami’s sensitive belly, and Asami laughs more desperately. High pitched squeals have now been incorporated into her laughter, and she squeezes her eyes shut, perhaps trying to block out the ticklish sensations.

“Korra, PLEASE! MERCY!” Asami squeals in between fits of laughter. Korra kneads her belly, sending Asami into a spasm. Asami bucks her hips and Korra has to shift her weight in order to keep Asami from breaking out of her ticklish prison.

“Hmmm….” Korra says, her fingers moving closer and closer to Asami’s bellybutton. Asami’s laughter raises a few pitches, her wriggling becoming more desperate. “Nooooooooope!” Korra says slyly, digging her index finger into Asami’s bellybutton, sending her into hysterical laughter.

“KORRAAAAAAAAA!!!” Asami squeals, shrieking with laughter, her hair becoming a disheveled mess.

“If you want me to stop, you’re going to have to admit justtttt how ticklish you are, Sami!” Korra teases, smirking. She moves away from Asami’s bellybutton and leans back, tickling her girlfriend’s knees and thighs. Asami attempts to kick up at her but it’s no use- Korra has too good of a grip on her.

“Never!” Asami shouts, barely making the word out through her laughter. Korra switches tactics, moving her hands to squeeze at Asami’s inner thighs. Asami squeals once again, struggling to bring her hands out from under Korra’s knees to return the cruel, tickling torture. Again, she is unsuccessful.

“That isn’t the answer I’m looking for,” Korra teases, “You know, it feels awesome to be able to get you back for all the times you’ve teased me about being a dork, or short, or ticklish…it seems like you’re just as ticklish as me!”

“No, I’m-“ Asami gets out, before being overtaken by a fit of laughter, throwing her head back as Korra’s fingers skirt in between her thighs, squeezing and skittering and creating an unbearably ticklish sensation for her.

“What was that? I didn’t catch that.” Korra says, moving her fingers again to attack her sides. Asami squirms under Korra’s body, the tickling overwhelming her senses. She’s been very ticklish for her entire life but has learned to manage it. She will partake in tickle fights with Korra, but usually keeps her ticklishness at bay (to an extent), letting Korra tickle her plenty, but never to the point of becoming unhinged in favor of winning the tickle fights. However, that’s changing quickly.

Korra turns around then, quickly so as not to let Asami break free from her grip, and leans over her legs, wrapping an arm around Asami’s calves.

“Last chance, Asami!” Korra says teasingly.

“Korra, wait!” Asami shouts as she catches her breath.

“Yes?” Korra asks, poising her fingers on the sole of Asami’s right foot. Asami curls her toes, preparing for another attack.

“I….still think you’re a huge dork.” She states, and squeals with laughter as Korra’s fingers swiftly skitter along the soles of her feet.

“Wow!” Korra says, tickling harder and being unable to help but laugh along with her girlfriend’s squeals of ticklish laughter, “you’re wayyyyy too ticklish to be talking to me like that!”

“I’m-“ A squeal from the captive Asami, “not!” Korra just tickles harder, not ready to let Asami win by giving up.

“Admit it! I can do this all night- can you?” Korra asks, bringing her fingers up to the ball of Asami’s foot. Asami shrieks with laughter once again- her feet are another incredibly ticklish spot. “Gosh, you are too cute!” Korra teases as she continues tickling. Asami wiggles her feet but to no avail, completely trapped by the Avatar. Finally, she loses the ego and shouts.

“Okay! I admit it! I’m really ticklish!” She squeals in between laughter, and Korra finally stops tickling. Asami takes a deep breath as she regains her composure. Korra sits up. Asami rips her hands from their pinned state under Korra and pushes her girlfriend off of her. Korra can’t stop laughing.

“Wow!” Korra laughs, turning to face her girlfriend. Asami fixes her shirt, and then her hair. Her face is flushed from laughter. “Glad I finally got you to admit it!”

“You knew I was ticklish, Korra! This wasn’t fair.” Asami says, feigning anger but smiling.

“Yeah I knew, but I didn’t know you were ridiculously ticklish! You keep it under control so well!”

“I need some way to win our tickle fights!” Asami chuckles. Korra scoffs.

“Yeah, like how you totally won this one.”

“Please, I let you have this one.”

“Sure you did, all that hysterical laughter was very generous.”

“You’re welcome.” Asami laughs, and Korra laughs as well.

“And the adorable begging? You’re too cute.”

“How dare you.” Asami smirks, “I’d be happy to teach you some of my tricks, if you want to learn.”

“Really?” Korra asks.

“Hmm…Nope. I like having the advantage,” Asami teases, reaching over and pecking Korra on the cheek. They pull each other into a hug, enjoying each other’s embrace, before the fire alarm goes off.

“I may have forgotten to turn off the iron and it may have lit something on fire.” Korra whispers, pulling away from Asami and running out of the room. Asami laughs, not worried about the little crisis in the spare room. However, she follows Korra. It seems as though her clothes will be crispy after all.

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years

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Meaningless

Bakugou x reader (???)

Warnings: angst, swearing, light violence

A/N: I HURT

“I gotta go.”

“Nooooo you don’t!”

Bakugou clenched his jaw, a familiar aching in his wrists disturbing his intention of being ‘damn fine’ but he wasn’t fine. Not after stumbling upon you in the common room with that shitty purple haired bastard you were hanging around too damn much. Why was he even here? This was the class A dorms and that wannabe shitstain wasn’t even in the hero course… yet.

Bakugou massaged his wrists and turned away from you as Shinsou gave you a piggyback ride to the door. He needed to punch something.

“Gaaahhhh, do you really have to leave? We were having a fun day!” Bakugou hated that your annoying sickly sweet tone wasn’t for him. Why wasn’t it for him? Obviously Bakugou was stronger than that low-life and he’d even go so far to say that he might’ve been more handsome! He’d known you for so much longer. The two of you used to get along so well. You’d even hang out with him one on one; you’d share food with him and tell stories and laugh together. The two of you were practically dating until that dirtbag came along!

“We were, weren’t we?” Bakugou could hear the smile in that smug-as-fuck Shinsou’s voice. He wondered if Shinsou knew that he won. Bakugou maybe didn’t let his feelings for you be obvious to everyone else around him but paranoid thoughts of Shinsou thinking that he had something over Bakugou got his blood boiling.

“Maybe I could come back here when I’m done with training? But you’ll have to deal with a sweaty me laying on top of you.”

If he was halfway decent he would shower before coming near you again. Besides that, it’d be too late for a visit!

“The sun will be down by the time you’re done!” Yes, exactly.

“Is that a bad thing?”

What was Bakugou doing, listening in on a conversation that was only pissing him off?! Your light giggles and whispered words made his chest hurt but he couldn’t walk away yet. Bakugou turned his head back in your direction and saw you whispering something into that jerk’s ear. It was shameless! There were people around!

Bakugou watched as Shinsou’s cheeks bloomed a light pink. It burned Bakugou not to know what the hell you were saying even if he knew it would probably break him.

Shinsou grinned down at you. “In that case, maybe I shouldn’t leave.”

“Then don’t!”

Bakugou recalled a time when you were adamant on having him stay longer with you. Did that mean that you could’ve had feelings for him that he didn’t know about? Had Bakugou missed his chance? Damn it. Thinking that way was stupid and deprecating but… addicting in its own right. Had. Bakugou. Missed. His. Chance.

“Ohhh but I gotta!” A peck on the lips. Something inside Bakugou broke.

“I’ll miss you,” you silently sang at him.

“I know you will.”

“Just FUCKING LEAVE!” Bakugou knew that his impulsive outbursts were to be expected but that didn’t mean he wasn’t cursing at himself for doing it. Showing weakness. Though, the glare you shot at him eased a bit of a heartbreak. Even if it was out of surprise, anger, or annoyance, it felt good being acknowledged. The two of you weren’t the only people in the room.

But Shinsou ignored Bakugou. “I’ll see you later tonight?”

A pregnant moment passed before you looked back up to your boyfriend. He hoped that maybe something small and stupid like that could make you reconsider him but that was childish, wasn’t it.

“Maaaybe… if I’m not asleep by the time you’re done…”

“I could sleep with you,” that asshole suggested.

“Fucking Christ,” Bakugou hissed under his breath and stormed out of the room. When did that guy become so fucking complacent anyways? He spends a couple hours a day building his body up and he thinks he’s the king of the world?! It was bullshit and Bakugou saw right through him.

Bakugou locked his door, threw on his headphones, and laid down in his bed, shutting his eyes and tried to the best of his ability to not think about anything but hexed thoughts of you alone in his bedroom yammering on about a show you really liked clouded his mind. Bakugou always listened to whatever you had to say even if it was stupid or meaningless. He never had much to say in return but he always listened. Was Shindou the same way? Or did he have ways of contributing to the conversation? Was he intellectually stimulating? Did the two of you share deep conversations or were you two always just cute with each other like you were downstairs?

Stupid. You were so damn stupid. Bakugou would be so good to you if you would let him… maybe. He turned over on his bed and fingered the edge of the poster he kept on his wall.

There was a knock on the door that Bakugou decided to ignore. It was either Sero or more likely Kirishima. Bakugou might’ve let Kirishima in on his stupid little fucking crush on you and that loud mouth blabbed to Sero about it and before Shinsou came along, the two of them were bent on torturing Bakugou about it forever; Kirishima more so with offering unwanted advice and Sero with offering even more terrible advice with the intent to poke Bakugou’s buttons.

Another knock.

“I’m busy!” Bakugou called back.

“Oh… alright.” Shit fuck. It was you. Bakugou battled the guilt and reassurance of knowing that his tantrum got your attention before racing back to the door.

Thankful you were still standing there looking as perfect and awful as ever, he growled out, “what do you want?”

You kept a placid expression, completely in phases by Bakugou’s bad mood. “I just wanted to say ‘hi.’”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “Hi?”

“Hi.” You crossed your arms. There was absolutely nothing about you that Bakugou found particularly threatening but your cool demeanor did have him intimidated for the slightest of seconds. It was like you were daring him to do something but he couldn’t figure out what.

“Alright,” Bakugou mimicked your motion, “hi.”

“Can I come in?” You glanced past his shoulder into his empty room and Bakugou stepped to the side.

“I’m not stopping you.”

You glided in and Bakugou tried to repress the longing ache he felt as your conditioner tickled his nose. You stood in the middle of his room and looked around, probably some kind of front because Bakugou hadn’t changed anything since you were in it last. “What’s new, Bakugou?”

“Nuthin’,” he said, shifting his weight to the side in hopes of easing his discomfort. He didn’t bother asking you the same question. He knew what was new with you and he hated it.

“Are you doing alright? We haven’t hung out in awhile.”

That’s because you spend all your time with that Gerard Way looking fucker. “It seems like we’ve both been busy.”

“I invited you out to karaoke the other night but you didn’t wanna go.”

Why would Bakugou go anywhere with you if he had to watch some other guy drape his lanky ass arms over you? “Karaoke sucks.”

“That’s true but you’d always come with us before…” you stopped your meaningless room scanning and looked Bakugou dead in the eyes. “So, what did I do?”

Bakugou’s eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting that. Sure, you weren’t exactly afraid of confrontation but to come here so suddenly and ask him that threw him off guard.

“Why do you think you did something?”

“Because you’ve been avoiding me,” you accused, boldly taking a few steps closer to him, your expression unreadable. “And if I’ve pissed you off, I thought I could count on you letting me know what the hell I did or tell me a way that I can fix it.”

Bakugou huffed. To hell with it. “You can start by not being so lovey-dovey with that wannabe when other people around.”

“You mean Hitoshi? He has a name, Bakugou.”

“I don’t care.”

“Alright. I’ll ease up on the PDA. Will that make you feel better?” Your passive aggressive tone ignited something in Bakugou. He grinded his teeth together in hopes to stop himself from blowing up.

“... no.”

You rolled your eyes, and Bakugou felt relieved with you showing him some hint of emotion even if it was bitter, even if it was annoyed. You marched up to him, challenging him, invading the space that he always wanted to keep everyone besides you out of.

“Then tell me what the hell is really your problem!”

A toxic part of Bakugou liked this. He’s wanted to set things straight since Shinsou came along and he knew he blew it and what better time to say what he needed to say when you were mad? “You really wanna know.”

“Yeah. I really wanna know.”

Bakugou fronted you as he glared down at your waiting stature. “I don’t like him,” he paused and swallowed hard, “I don’t like you dating him.”

“Why not?”

“Because-!” His throat dried up. Shit, it wasn’t as easy as he thought it was gonna be.

“Because? Yeah, okay, Bakugou. Thanks for clearing that up. If you wanna get pissy for no fucking reason, that’s your problem but don’t go yelling at my boyfriend anymore, okay? He’s a good guy and you being shitty to him really bothers me.”

“I’m not being shitty, you are! So fuck you and your boyfriend!”

That’s when you pushed him. Hard. It wasn’t bad, you and Bakugou had gotten rowdy with each other plenty of times in the past and Bakugou… missed it. He needed it.

“Fuck you! You’re acting like a child!”

“Am I? Alright L/N, I’ll tell you why I don’t like you dating that asshole!” He towered over you and you took an involuntary step back so your back was to the wall. Bakugou put both arms against the wall, caging you in. You didn’t look the least bit scared but your face did flush. He leaned in close to your face, the heat radiating off of your body was near intoxicating. “I don’t like you dating him because you should be dating me!”

Before you could say anything back, his lips pressed hard against yours with bruising force. It was wrong and he knew it but maybe, maybe now you’d understand. Maybe you’d see him like he sees you.

Bakugou felt a bit triumphant when your lips parted and allowed him to give you a better deeper kiss, brushing against your soft lips that he’s dreamed about. He pulled away and cupped your face. “I love you, you idiot.”

He kissed you again with less force, tears stinging his closed eyes as your rested your hands in his shoulder.

“Bakugou… stop.”

So he did. But he didn’t pull his hands away. He didn’t let you look away. He needed you to see him.

He could tell you were trying your best to stay composed but he saw similar tears in your eyes. He didn’t mean to make you cry. He never wanted that.

“Why?” You gulped. “Why are you telling me now? I was waiting for you… god…” you closed your eyes. “I’m sorry Bakugou… why did you say that?!”

Bakugou’s heart sank back into its familiar pit. He sighed. “You’re the one who came here lookin’ for an answer. So now you’ve got them.”

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have asked.” You pushed his hands away and his arms fell limp at his side. He felt utterly defeated.

You pushed past him and headed towards the hall. Bakugou watched you, trying to think of something, anything to say, to make up for what he did.

“Are you gonna tell him? That I kissed you?”

You paused at the door, hand on the knob. “No.”

“Why not?”

You didn’t look back him and Bakugou needed you to. He needed some sort of validation. He just did something he never thought he’d be able to do to you. What were you thinking?!

“Because… it didn’t mean anything.”

With that, you were out the door, not bothering to even close it behind you, leaving Bakugou alone in his room to stew. Again, his wrists started to ache. The kiss couldn’t have meant nothing to you. If it didn’t mean anything there would be a better reason to tell Shinsou. And you had been waiting...? Waiting for what. Maybe his timing was off. His heart was broken but he didn’t regret kissing you. Even if that meant you hated him not, he’d do it again a hundred more times.

At least now you knew.

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khadij-al-kubra · 5 years

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Thomas in Wonderland (ch 4)

Characters: Thomas (fictional), Virgil, Roman, Patton, Logan, Remy, Emile, Joan, Talyn, Deceit, Nate, The Dragon Witch, fan adopted short vid characters

Word Count: 2400 (no betas, we die like mortals)

Summary: Thomas plays a game and says a swear word.

Author’s Note: *blows cloud of dust off this work that's accumulated since the last chapter* I know. It's been a while. Sincerest apologies. Apparently juggling multiple creative projects while also balancing personal life stuff is...trickier than I anticipated. Thank you to everyone who's still stuck around with this story, it truly means a lot. And trust me, you're going to like what's coming next, because we'll finally be seeing the sides! Starting with a certain necktie wearing blue caterpillar... ;D

I'll do my best to update more frequently, if not consistently since my posting schedule tends to get more sporadic than the Red Queen's mood swings.

Now then, back to our irregularly scheduled madness...

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Animals & Improv

Just keep swimming; just keep swimming, Thomas mentally sang to himself, even though he was not swimming but floating along rather peacefully. As Thomas let his body float along, he tried to keep a sharp eye out for anything he could use as a raft or flotation device. Or maybe a bank of dry land he could swim to. He still wanted to find the Black Rabbit, or at least a place to dry off.

“Come on, there’s gotta be a leaf or a log or somethi—Oof.“

The current made Thomas collide into something. It felt warm and soft, albeit damp. And the thing had a tiny hand clamped on the sleeve of his jacket. Oh dear lord please don’t let it be a killer sea creature!

“Sorry man,” said the something that was not a sea creature.

It was a rat with brownish russet fur that almost looked orange in the sunlight. Poor thing was soaked ear to tail; yet he seemed to not be very much bothered by their current predicament. Frankly Thomas was a little bit impressed by this rat’s very chill attitude. As for the talking factor, well, at this point not much surprised him.

“Thought you were a raft,” said the Rat.

“Oh, no I’m not a raft,” said Thomas, happy to find he wasn’t alone. “I’m a Thomas.”

“Hello. I’m a Toby named Rat. Or a Rat named Toby. Depends on the day, and today, I’m Toby.”

“Nice to meet you Toby. Just wish the circumstances were better,” said Thomas. “Say, is there a raft around here though? Like a rescue party or something?”

“Dunno. Maybe,” said Toby. “What would a raft look like? Does it look anything like a rat? Oh I hope it’s not made of rats, or that would be bad news for me!”

“Umm it’s like a big, wide, sometimes flat thing you can float on,” said Thomas.

“Oh, you mean like that?” Toby asked, pointing over Thomas’s shoulder.

Thomas turned around to where Toby was pointing and saw that, indeed, there was a raft. Not one make of rats, thankfully, but rather of tied together branches drifting their way. It even had a mast with a rainbow flag tied on top and flapping in the breeze. There even seemed to be a few other animals riding on it as well.

“Yes! Yes, exactly like that. We’re SAVED!” Thomas cheered. “Come on Toby, we can swim straight toward—

“GAAAHHHH!!!” screamed Toby.

“What? What’s wrong, are you alright?” Thomas asked, worried that the Mouse might be drowning.

“How can you say such a cursed S word?” asked Toby, clearly aghast but very much not drowning.

“What, swim?”

“No, no, that’s as harmless as a cat.”

“…Saved?”

“Not yet we aren’t. Come on let’s swim ahead. They seem to be meeting us halfway, you silly goose.”

“I’m not a goose, I’m a man.”

“A goose can’t be a man too?”

“…You know what? Never mind.”

“Can’t never a mind if you haven’t got the right kind.”

Thomas was very confused but decided not to press the matter further. Goodness knows, he didn’t want to end up in a defensive argument again like he had with those mean flowers. So he and Toby swam forward until their fingertips touched the edge of the raft, which was indeed made out of wood and thankfully not rats. A shadow was cast over them, and Thomas looked up only to be faced with a rather large crab. Thomas might have been frightened of it under normal circumstances but by this point, the only thing that really would surprise him is if something relatively normal happen.

“Well hi there precious,” said the Crab, in a sort of southern drawl. “Looks like you’re in need of some assistance.”

“Yes! Yes we are,” Thomas said, relieved.

He expected the Crab to pull both him and Toby onto the safety of their raft. However, they just kept a clawed grip on them as they bobbed along. After a pause the Crab spoke again, giving Thomas a pointedly expecting look.

“Yes aaand?” he asked.

“Um, yes and, I’d really appreciate it if you pulled me and Toby up onto your raft, please?” asked Thomas.

"Now that’s more like it sugar! Yes and sugar, I can certainly do that.”

The Crab pulled Thomas out of the water with one claw and Toby out with the other. Thomas was sopping wet and incredibly grateful to be on a solid dry surface again. He saw Toby shake himself out to dry his wet fur like a puppy would. Unfortunately Thomas wasn’t able to get dry that way, sadly, but he did take his shoes off and wring out his socks. I’m sure nobody will mind, Thomas though as he pulled off his left then right sneaker, then his right and left sock, and then wiggled his raisiny wrinkled toes. There was nothing worse than the feeling of wet socks, no matter what world within or without of a rabbit hole you were in. It was just a universal unpleasantness. Hopefully the suns warm rays would help dry him off a bit.

“You can call me Mike by the way,” said the wide faced Crab, whose name was Mike.

“Thank you Mike. My name’s Thomas and he’s Toby—“

“I don’t believe you,” said another voice.

Thomas turned towards the source and saw a Dodo bird wearing a French Revolution style jacket and three point hat with a rainbow feather in it. Despite Dodos being extinct and probably being nowhere near France, this honestly wasn’t the strangest thing Thomas has seen today. So it was somewhat believable that one would be talking to him.

“Um, but that is my name,” he said. “My name is Thomas Sanders—”

“Yes, and I am Magenta, Captain of this vessel, as you can tell from the feather in my hat. And these are my troupe of buccaneers.”

The endangered if not extinct Dodo gestured a stubby wing towards the two other creatures aboard the raft. There was Mike the crab, and a Duck whose name Thomas did not yet know. Along with him and Toby, they were a queer group to say the least. (In both the old and new sense of the word, he would guess form the rainbow flag) Still, it cheered Thomas up to not be floating alone anymore. On top of that, the sun was finally drying him off. Thomas couldn’t believe his luck.

“I don’t believe it,” he said, with a grateful smile.

“Alright,” said Magenta. “Then I am Magenta, Admiral of this vessel, as you can tell from my macaroni. And these are my troupe of hostages”

“Wait what?” Thomas asked, thoroughly confused and a little anxious. Suppose the reverse could be worse, he thought.

“Yes,” said the Duck. “And I am Brian, the senior hostage, for I am the oldest.”

“Um, I don’t believe you sugar cube,” said Mike.

“I am Brian, the newest hostage, for I am the most clever,” said Brian.

“I don’t believe you!” Toby chimed in.

All four animals looked towards Thomas expectantly. Ohhh now I get it.

“I don’t believe you?” Thomas asked, familiar with the rules of the game, now that he recognized it.

“For I am the dumbest,” said Brian.

“I don’t believe you,” said Mike, giggling.

“For I am the most gay,” said Brian.

“Yes and,” said Magenta with a solemn nod. “Although, it could always be gayer.”

“Yes and!” They all chimed together.

Thomas found himself actually having fun for the first time since he’d arrived in this strange place. It sure was a good thing he’d gotten better at improv since practicing so much with Joan. Maybe he could even use this as a way to get some directions. If not, well, at least they could keep playing until someone saw dry land. Hopefully.

“Yes, and I had seen a…white rabbit earlier today,” said Thomas.

“I don’t believe you,” said Toby.

Thomas grinned to himself, proud of how clever he was being. “I had seen a Black Rabbit earlier, but lost it.”

“I don’t believe you sweet pea,” said Mike.

“A-about the first or second half?”

“Yes and,” said Mike.

“O-kaaay, It was a black rabbit, and I was trying to catch up to him.“

“I don’t believe you,” said Magenta.

“…It was a Black. Rabbit. And—“

“I don’t believe you,” all four animals said.

Thomas groaned. “Geez, okay, well, I’m not going to change that part. Screw the rules. I am sticking to my guns with that, because it WAS a Black Rabbit and it ran away from me, and I have to find him because he dropped his pocket watch and I want to give it back to him.”

“Yes and,” said Brian. Thomas smacked himself on the forehead. “I saw a Rabbit shaped fellow earlier with black fur and a purple waistcoat.”

Thomas perked up. “You did!? I mean, Yes! And?”

“Yes and he was doggy paddling anxiously through the water, so clearly he was actually a rabbit shaped Dog.”

“I don’t believe you,” said Magenta.

“I do! I believe you,” said Thomas. The rest of them paid him no mind though.

“Alright then. He was a rabbit shaped paddle,” said Brain.

“Yes,” said Mike. “And he swam that gay, on his way to the Red Queen’s castle.”

“I don’t believe you,” said Toby.

"He was on his was to the Yellow King's castle."

"Yes and!"

Thomas let out a big sign and sat down on the raft as the others continued to play. This was getting ridiculous. He thought for sure he was starting to get on the right track, but then they had to keep imposing their own ideas into his line. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but he didn’t like that what he knew was the right thing was being dragged so much you might as well call it left. At a certain point, even a ridiculous story line had to have some truth and consistency to it. I mean you can spell madness without sense…I think?

Fortunately Thomas hadn’t gotten too deep into mulling this verbatim verses spelling conundrum. Otherwise he might have missed the very distinct strip of land that came into view over the water. And it was getting bigger and bigger, as though the mainland itself had drunken from one of those growth sodas. Either way, Thomas hadn’t been so happy to see dry land since his uncle’s last fishing trip.

“Land hoe!” Thomas said, pointing ahead.

When he turned towards the rest of the strange crew, they didn’t share in his excitement like he thought they would. If anything, the animals shot him a look that could almost read as judgy-wudgy.

“Now there’s no need for that kind of language sugar bean,” said Mike, his claws tut-tutting. “If a piece of land wants to be sex-positive, that is their prerogative.”

“No, no not that kind a— I meant there’s land straight ahead.”

“GAAAHH!” All the animals screamed.

“What? What did I say!?” asked a startled Thomas.

“How DARE YE say the ‘S’ word!” said Magenta, his beady eyes glaring.

“Again!” Toby said, tail trembling.

“What would your mother say!?” Mike asked, aghast.

“She certainly wouldn’t say that,” said Brian. “A self respecting mother would sooner stick a bar of soap in her own mouth. That always teaches naughty mouthed boys a lesson in saying bad words.”

The others nodded in agreement.

“Wait…you mean ‘straight?’” asked Thomas. They gasped. “All I said was there’s land straight ahe—“

Another terrified scream. Brian looked about ready to faint.

“Now really, you all are being silly. There’s nothing wrong with the word straight.” They screamed again. “And we’ve got to steer this raft on a straight—”

Again they screamed, gasped, and yes even fainted. Those still conscious gambled about aghast across the deck or around the rainbow flagged mast. Thomas sighed and rolled his eyes. And they call me a gay disaster.

“—coarse.” Thomas sighed.

This was clearly getting him nowhere, and he wanted off this raft. Fortunately the tide was on his side, and as the waves rolled them forward he could see that the water was just shallow enough for him to wade hip deep through. So he grabbed his sun dried shoes and socks, (held above his head of course because what would be the point of them getting wet again?) and carefully lowered himself off the side of the raft into the water. His feet sunk into soft sea soil but at least he could stand. Thomas would have said his thanks and goodbyes to the animals, but given their current state he thought better of it. So he simply started wading through the water towards shore.

At last, he touched dry land. Thomas took a full breath of relief. From his current vantage point, it looked as though he had stumbled upon the outer edges of a tropical island. With long green stems for trees, soft brown sand, and in the distance the greenery rustled with (he shuddered to think) the scurrying of animals or insects. But he reasoned that by normal Thomas-sized standards, it was probably just a regular garden. To think that his river of tears had likely been nothing more than a silly puddle problem, although it certainly had felt bigger at the time.

“Well that was the oddest trip on a boat I ever took,” he said, grabbing a blade of grass to towel dry his legs with. “At least it wasn’t boring. Now to figure out where I am…Probably would be easier if I was people sized again.”

Indeed, while crying himself a river had improved Thomas’s mood, it did nothing to improve his current height. He immediately regretted not saving some of that soda. At the very least, the silver pocket watch was still with him.

“Okay new plan,” he said as he put his socks and shoes back on. “Get back to me size, then find the Black Rabbit and give him his pocket watch back. He’s probably worried sick over it, poor guy…Guess I’ll just walk straight ahead till I find a path.”

If Thomas has strained to listen, he might have heard the echo of a queer troupe of animals crying out from across the water.

NEXT=>

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bluesfortheredj · 5 years

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You're so right, Taron and Richard didn't get behind the Met theme at all! Darren Criss, on the other hand, looked absolutely fantastic, he just has the guts to pull off a look like that! His blue eye make-up was stunning, too. Taron just looked like a bored office assistant covered his jacket in glue and emptied a cup of paper clips over his head :(

Hahaha, paper clips, yes! To be fair to them it was mostly their stylist’s fault on that one, but they would have had some creative input. Darren Criss looked great, so did Jared Leto, did you see his red gown? Dreamy. Harry Styles as well, that sheer ruffled shirt was perfection.

I understand it was their first gala and all that, but the whole point is to go out of your comfort zone and have fun. It’s what fashion is all about! Having fun and playing with ideas you wouldn’t normally consider wearing, especially at an event where you know you’re not going to be the only one looking extravagant; it’s the ideal place to go crazy with clothes! Like, they stood out so much because they played it so safe haha.

If I were their stylist and had this theme given to me to choose clothes for them, I would make the absolute most of it! He was crazy to let a chance like this pass him by and put them in something that wouldn’t look out of place at ANY red carpet event. I really want to shake their stylist by the shoulders and ask what the hell he was thinking! (As you can tell, I’m really passionate about shit like this, and wasted fashion opportunities piss me off haha! I literally have so many ideas for them, gaaahhhh!!!!!)

Okay, I’m done, honest... :)

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January 28th-February 3rd, 2019 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from January 28th, 2019 to February 3rd, 2019. The chat focused on Poco Adventures by Bryan Climer.

Featured Comment:

Chat:

RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB START!

Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Week Long Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Poco Adventures by Bryan Climer~! (http://pocoadventures.com/)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Remember, though, that while we allow constructive criticism, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic. Below you will find four questions to get you started on the discussion. However, a new question will be posted and pinned everyday (between 12:01AM and 6AM PST), so keep checking back for more! You have until February 3rd to tell us all your wonderful thoughts! With that established, let’s get going on the reading and the chatting!

QUESTION 1. What has been your favorite scene in the comic so far? What specifically did you like about it?

QUESTION 2. At the moment, who is your favorite character? What about that character earns them this favor?

QUESTION 3. Will Nigel remain on Poco’s side, or will he eventually turn evil because of the lich dagger? How will Nigel’s evil traits coming to light affect Poco’s belief in trusting people until they prove her wrong?

QUESTION 4. Will Sun’s status as an elvish princess earn her pursuers in the future? Do you believe Sun will continue to remain with Poco, or will duty eventually compel her to leave?

QUESTION 5. Do you believe Poco will continue to avoid a relationship with Sun, or will she eventually confess? Do you think Sun will reciprocate? How might the event affect their relationship, whether for good or ill?

RebelVampire

1) my favorite scene is probably all the stuff that happened once poco got back to HQ. it was nice getting to see the little community poco has built, figure out everyone's place in it, and meet a bunch of new characters. just in terms of exposition, it really helped ground me and finally feel like there were stakes and bad things that could happen. 2) Poco. I just like how she's balanced. She can be fun and goofy but can also be immensely caring to those around her. as recent events show, tho, she isnt perfect. She rash and more than willing to chase after revenge and be the monster everyone thinks she is. I just think she's got a good dynamic and i enjoy seeing her adventures. 3) I think Nigel is kind of doomed for the evil. Not by choice, but I mean...it's a lich dagger. There's nothing more evil than a lich. And I just feel regardless of what Nigel wants, the odds are stacked against him. I think the more evil he becomes, the more Poco's gonna have an internal struggle about trust and whether it's worth it. Which I think in turn will play into the struggles about whether she should be better than the monster she's assumed to be or be the monster she should be anyway. 4) I think Sun won't be compelled by duty, but I do think some pursuers are gonna come eventually. Lack of heirs is how kingdoms collapse, so it's not something that can be shrugged off. Especially now that she's used it as leverge I kind of think she's asking for it. Cause ya kind of don't get to abandon your kingdom but then use the fact youre a princess without consequences. 5) Poco is definitely gonna confess, because those are the sorts of feelings that just come bursting out after the bottle gets too full. I think Sun will reciprocate eventually, but probably not at first. I think at first Sun is gonna be surprised and confused.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 6. How might Nigel’s backstory as a betrayed prince affect future events? Do you believe Poco will understand and accept him keeping it secret? Also, what is Nigel’s hand up to during all the story’s events?

Delphina

Just caught up on the archive and gaaahhhh another comic with a sapphic lady knight! My one weakness!

For some reason, the scene where Poco gets to the top of the mountain only to find out there were stairs all along made me giggle a lot. Of course Poco chose the hard way. Of course!

Sun is cute (aforementioned lady knight weakness) and I'm intrigued by her past and how it's going to catch up to her, but Poco is probably my favorite so far because she's been given more nuance at this point in the story. She's feisty and competent, and that's always fun.

I gotta agree that Nigel's chances don't look great. He's already lost a bit of control and I suspect reuniting with that rogue hand is going to make him lose it entirely. This comic hasn't been shy about murder, so I suspect after some deliberation, Poco's gonna pull the knife on him. Maybe if we're lucky he can be necromance-d back without too much fuss.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 7. Why do you think Ryker killed Poco’s parents and the other goblins? Was it just non-human racism, or was there another reason? Do you believe Poco will actually manage to kill him this time, or are they destined to face off again?

Delphina

Yeaaaah, I might be wrong about this, but Ryker doesn't seem That Deep. I'm assuming he's just a racist violent dude and he murders a lot of people because he thinks humans are superior, and Poco's family were some of the few that effectively fought back and scarred him/stopped him for a while. I don't think she'll kill him yet. They'll meet again.

RebelVampire

(the archive for the chat on Helsirvente is now up! @khkddn https://comicteaparty.com/post/182467247440/january-21st-january-27th-2019-ctp-archive)

QUESTION 8. Given the massive human slaughter, what backlash might the Outrunner Outpost face for their actions? In general, how do you think Poco and company might affect humans’ views on non-humans?

@Delphina I have been ultra worried about that rogue hand. I can't decide whether I should find it more light hearted or more ominous of things to come. Cause he seemed fine when he had it but maybe he won't be fine because of the severing. Not to mention Nigel will probably have to realter his outfit or something.

6) I really do hope Nigel's background comes into play. I'm really curious about this random fact he's a prince and it seemed a significant point to bring up. And I mean...if he does get taken over by a lich very easy to show up to the old kingdom and go "i am the rightful heir" or something. I think that's a secret Poco would understand that, since its not like she doesnt already keep royalty in the pocket. 7) I'm a bit torn. I kind of think it's a mix of both. Like one goblin did something bad, but then Ryker was a racist and said he couldnt tell them apart and just genocided them. I don't think she's gonna get to kill him anytime soon. Ryker is super not done being the ultra dick of this story. 8) I think there's gonna be bounties on them for sure. I don't think the humans are gonna take kindly. Although I think the one dude Sun save might try to say something but then meh out. For the time being, I think Poco and them aren't really gonna change anything about people's viewpoints. Partly cause Poco herself is kind of ready to be the villain they want her to be. Her bro is really the one who has the chance of changing viewpoints, and right now hes in no condition to be all heroic.

Delphina

Yeah, Poco's core tactic seems to be "gather up all the non-human folks into our own little commune". I'm curious if they'll take the healer in, because he's the only human that's expressed a desire to not murder anyone, but I suspect if that happens, it's just going to be a matter of "well, you're one of us and you'll have no contact with humans from here on out". While Ryker might send MORE people after them, I don't expect the plot to move beyond skirmishes.

I guess there's also the possibility if Nigel somehow assumes a position of authority over the humans as his birthright and Sun goes back to her position of authority over non-humans as her birthright, they could politics their way out of hostilities, but it's a long shot and would definitely take a tone shift over what we're seeing at this point in the story.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 9. Overall, what other adventures and mishaps do you think Poco might get up to in the story? Also, what role might the pacifist Miller have to play in future stories?

RebelVampire

QUESTION 10. What are you most looking forward to in the comic? Also, do you have any final thoughts to share overall?

RebelVampire

9) im definitely thinking were gonna see some more dungeon diving. cause cant have adventure without dungeons. as for Miller, I do actually think he's gonna wind up with them eventually. maybe not right away, but I think he's gonna express some opinions that the big cheeses arent gonna be fond off and hes gonna be exiled or something like that. 10) im looking forward to seeing nigel's hand arrive cause that could go really badly or be really benign. and until then the tension is building as to how that will all play out.

Delphina

Yeah, I also want to see what happens with Nigel's hand and see a little more around his and Sun's backstories and worldviews.

RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB END!

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hoseok scenario | silence to my noise

➸ prompt: Our dorms are right next to each other and you just came running into my room because you heard screaming followed by a loud THUNK, but its okay I just slammed my head against the desk in frustration...

➸ pairing: hoseok x reader

➸ requested by anon | 1.1k words | fluff

Hoseok has never seen your face.

He knows you exist. He’s seen traces of you, your dirty coffee mug in the shared dorm kitchen, he’s heard traces of you, your soft footsteps past his door, his seen signs you’re there. But he’s never actually seen you, and he’s beginning to wonder if there’s a reason his neighbour is avoiding him. It’s stressing him out. Do you hate him? Are you scared of him? What keeps you out of his sight, but forever on his mind?

Is it because he’s too loud? Does he bring over too many friends, keep you up with his laugher that reverberates through the walls? Is it his habit of turning up his music too loud and creating choreographies in his room when the stress gets too much? Does he stop you sleeping, distract you from work, all because he doesn’t have a low-volume mode?

He keeps turning these questions over in his mind, wondering if he should just go over and knock on your door and apologise for all the times he’s been too loud. You’re frazzling his brain, rattling him up and down, and he doesn’t even have a face to pin all these feelings to, just the quiet of an unknown person across the corridor - the silence to his noise.

As if he needed more stress. School work is already bad enough, and boarding school means he can never get away. Even in his room, he knows that the classroom is only a short walk away, just a few short few hours till he needs to be back there with a complete and polished essay.

All he has now is a blank word document open, watching as no words get written while the clock in the corner of the screen flicks to 00.00. The numbers taunt him. It’s the next day, and he has no essay to show for it, just an empty space with no clue of how to fill it. Just like the empty space in the corridor across from your room, and the empty space where his image of you should be.

His hands ruffle through his hair, scratching furiously to stir up his thoughts on the essay, yet nothing emerges but muddled thoughts on why you might hate him, and with a scream, he closes down his laptop with a snap, and bashes his forehead down onto the table… that was loud… and kind of painful.

He sits in silence, staring at the wood of the desk, where the student who lived in this dorm before him had scratched ‘L hearts J’ into the grain.

Then he hears a knock, so soft, he might have imagined it. Probably imagined it. No. There it is again.

He raises his head, just as you open the door and cautiously peer in.

The empty space in his brain fills, he can finally put a face to his faceless neighbour, and - oh dear, oh no, oh goodness grant him mercy! - you’re gorgeous. His eyes track your dark irises, thick eyelashes, soft lips, flushed cheeks and stores it all to memory in a split second, while you’re saying:

“Sorry. I heard a scream and though that maybe something was wrong. Are- are you okay?”

It takes a few moments before the question registers, and Hoseok realises that you’re not angry with him for being loud, rather you’re worried. Maybe you don’t hate him after all?

“Oh, yeah… um… I’m fine. I mean, like, I’m not fine, I’m stressed out and I have this essay due tomorrow and it’s kicking me in the butt, but I’m fine, as in, I’m not dying or anything. Just might be dead if I don’t get this work done...” He’s rambling more and more, throat constricting to clog up his words. Who would have known that one look at your face would have this effect.

You step into the room, closing the door behind you, and as you look to the floor he sees a soft smile grace your lips. “Oh good, I was worried you’d actually injured yourself.” Then you add, “I mean, it’s not good to be stressed. But it’s good you’re not hurt.”

There’s a silence, you crossing your arms, fiddling with your sweater sleeve and then uncrossing your arms again as you remember that you haven’t actually told him your name. You stumble to introduce yourself. “I live just across from you,” you add for clarification.

“I figured,” Hoseok laughs, then pushes his hair off his face as he adds, “Hoseok by the way. Er… my name, that is.” He bites down on his bottom lip, unused to being tongue tied. Normally, he finds it easy to talk with strangers, but he’s having trouble now, every movement, glance, smile from you is sending his heart up to fill his mouth so he can’t get his words past. At last he manages, “It’s weird we’ve lived so close and never seen each other.”

You laugh softly, mirroring him as you push your own hair off your forehead to tuck a few loose strands behind your ear. “Sorry. I’m quite shy… and you always seem to have friends around at your room, and it’s always so loud. I was… kind of intimidated by you, and I thought you’d dislike me, because I’m so different, and, probably, not very fun compared to all the cool people you hang around.”

Hoseok stares at you for a minute, at your uncertain stance, blinking at him from below lowered eyelashes and furrowed brows. Then he bursts into laughter.

And your brows tangle further into a frown.

“Ah, sorry, I’m not laughing at you,” he explains quickly, flailing his hands to ward off whatever you might be thinking, “It’s just funny because I thought that maybe you hated me for being too loud, and that was why you were avoiding me!”

“Why would I hate you because you’re loud?”

“Why would I hate you because you’re quiet?”

You consider this, and then chuckle yourself. “I suppose maybe we might be more similar than we thought.”

Then, as Hoseok’s laughter wears off, receding into a sigh as he shakes his head, you add, “I was actually going to brew some tea before I heard you screaming. Would you like to maybe take a short break from essay-writing, and join me in the kitchen for a cup?”

Hoseok’s face lights up in a grin he can’t contain. He wonders how much you can read there – his relief that you don’t hate him, his interest to learn more about the you, his excitement to make friends, and his hope that maybe you can be more than that.

“I’d really love that,” he says, and maybe what he means is he could really love you.

Author’s note: Gaaahhhh, so much fluff!! This one’s for all us shy beans... it’s good to be quiet sometimes.

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kimmycup · 6 years

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Music questionnaire/tag game

I got tagged by @pocket-elf.

Music Questionnaire

List 10 artists you like before answering the questions below.

1. Ed Sheeran 2. Pentatonix 3. fun. 4. Alvaro Soler 5. Michael Jackson 6. Katy Perry 7. Perfect 8. Jean Michelle Jarre 9. Mike Oldfield 10. Sound’n’Grace

What was the first song you ever heard by 6?

I have no idea? She’s a big artist so I always knew her music in the background by I guess if I go by first song I got into that made me her fun that would be Firework.

What is your favourite song (piece) of 8?

Oxygen. That’s boring because it’s a classic but yeah.

What kind of impact has 1 left on your life?

I have no idea if I could say impact... Ed Sheeran is my comfort music although I guess there is also the thing of me liking him as a human. I got into his music back when he released Plus and he wasn’t really a big thing just yet the way he is now but it’s really cool to watch there can still be artists wo can stay very mundane and just go with their music instead of making a show.

What are your favorite lyrics of 5?

GAAAHHHH, that is an unfair question! Michael Jackson is such a big part of my life and such an important artist for me, and I know all his songs by heart and I just... ugh, I can’t. Okay, let’s go with random that I love.

Let’s pray for all the lost children This one's for all the lost children This one's for all the lost children, wishing them well And wishing them home

Because The Lost Children is a very underappreaciated song that deserves more recognition because it touches a very important issue - something that doesn’t happen often in teh world where all songs are only about shallow ‘romantic’ or carnal love.

How many times have you seen 2 live?

None. But that’s not much to say because I generally haven’t seen many bands live. I’m not really a concert goer.

What is your favourite song by 7?

Perfect is a polish band and my favourite song of theirs is Autobiografia which may just be my favourite polish song of all time. It’ a total classic and it’s possible more polish people know this song by heart than the anthem... Or maybe not. But it’s a legendary song.

What is your favourite song by 9?

Again I will be boring and go with Tubular Bells, but hey, that’s a classic and most popular piece for a reason.

When did you first get into 2?

I remember listening to Little Drummer Boy some Christmas and being so in awe and comletely shook that it’s a capella. And I got like really into PTX for a while after that, and my brother bought me Pentatonix Deluxe CD for my brithday and I listened to it on repeat for so long (especially since I was in love with OMI Cheerleader at the time too) but then I got into different stuff and kinda forgot about them with short moments of remembering every Xmas... and then @pocket-elf happened!

How did you get into 3?

...I have genuinly no idea? I guess it must have been around the time We Are Young premiered and I probably googled them. Anyway after that it was such a phase. I am still ridiculously in love with entire Aim and Ignite album and Some Nights, though the song itself is my favorite more so than the album. I go back into it during Sight of the Sun and Just Give Me a Reason and I think I still have a folder full of wallpapers with Nate Ruess on them XD

I still plan to write a fic based of Sight of the Sun because it’s a brilliant song with very inspiring lyrics. @takaraphoenix You go look at that. ;)

What is your favourite song by 4?

Probably El Mismo Sol which I might have sang so often it’s not banned in my use, but I also have a soft spot for Libre, especially spanish-polish version.

How many times have you seen 9 live?

Like I mentioned I don’t really got to concert. Not Mike Oldfield, but I had a chance to see Jean Michelle Jarre a few years ago but in the end decided against it. What is a good memory concerning 10?

I don’t really have any? It’s more a purely musical afscination, I don’t even know any of them, I only listen to the songs.

Is there a song by 8 that makes you sad?

I don’t think so... I guess the sort of atmosphere I associate with his music is more mysteriously energizing than sad or happy.

What is your favourite song of 1?

Thinking Out Loud, undoubtly.

How did you get into 10?

Yeah, like I said, I didn’t really get into it. They just had a really good song on the radio, I made a Spotify playlist, I still adore them but I don’t even know them as people.

Tagging: @insomniacsnowflower @seb-verlacs @nexttonewtmas and whoever feels like doing it.

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*outwardly screams* THAT DAEHYUN SMUT GURL. OH MY GAAAHHHH! THAT WAS INTENSE, AND SO LIT! It was extremely well written and I can tell that you really worked hard on it! One of my fav parts was when MC was going to dance and her friend was fangirling and she goes "While you're fangirling over criminals im going to go dance" Idk why but I was in tears! XD I loved the story overall and honestly had to read it a second time! ❤

Thank you sooo much! AHHH it sas fun to write and I am really proud of myself lmao

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Our Biggest Year...

I’ve been collecting my thoughts, but no one REALLY likes hoarders...

First, and most important...THANK YOU! To everyone...

The MRPC, The United Parish of Lunenburg, everyone...

We shot 152 sessions in 2018. In 2017 we shot 138. As a reminder, in 2015 we shot 21.

It’s not the 168 that I initially thought, and I’ll get to that...

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You voted for two puppy names this year. It was a tight race for a while, but when the next few batch of puppies comes in to start their training at NEADS, there will be...

Gordon...after photographer Gordon Parks.

WATCH THIS!

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and...

Dubley..after photographer Elliot Erwitt..or E.E.

Get it? Double E? Dubley?

WATCH THIS! The first five minutes or so are photos of dogs, and sometimes their people...

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We had at least three dogs have “accidents” on the floor. Including these two Great Dane pups... They are not labs... Part of the fun...

One of them started to go, and it was as if the other one said “Oh, is this what we’re doing now?” and let it rip... while walking around... everywhere... Part of the fun...

We had return customers...

Some people coming in for their fourth time...

We had new folks...

We had new babies...BRAND NEW BABIES...

We had teenagers... holy smokes you guys...just give me one good smile...

Growing families...

Families going through some stuff...keep going...

People bringing their own props...

LOVE THIS!

We had a hell of time finding locations for this year, and I need to do better and plan earlier with this... Gaaahhhh! NETFLIX!! HULU!!! (shakes fist)

Thanks to Glen and the Montachusett Regional Planning Commission for letting me shoot in their entryway for the second weekend.

We were a couple centimeters away from having to cancel one of the days... ahh..documentary photography...

We had college students come in remotely...

We had Emma... who took advantage of me not locking my phone, and gave us this:

I really can’t begin to express how grateful I am for Emma’s willingness to endure long days and limited snack options to help her Uncle Ed with his crazy hobby... Thank you Emma...

The Housh Family came back, and didn’t disappoint...

We had a 12 foot gray paper background, lost on a truck, somewhere in Pennsylvania, so I went to three Targets and a Wal-Mart, the day before Thanksgiving, looking for enough black out curtains, of the same style, in the same color, that I thought maybe I could make work, but they were too short, so on Thanksgiving, I cut one in segments, and taped it to the bottom, and set it up after a quick Thanksgiving dessert with my family, but the seam made everything look weird, so I went home and got a nine foot roll of gray paper, and set it up at dawn the next day, shoot day, but there were some weird lines in it, so I took that down, and put up two black fabric panels which I brought just in case. The sausage got made. Photo Sausage. Trademark.

A few photos were snapped of me...

with Emma goofing off...

with so many Keenans...

with mermaid legs.... thanks Emma...

We celebrated, snacked, and raffled off props...

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So...the nitty gritty, and the lessons...

I had space for 165 sessions, not 168.

We sold out. We had a wait list with 50+ names on it.

Then we had a few cancellations which I filled, then a couple more a day or two before the shoots, and then a few less than 24 hours before the shoot, then less than 12 hours, then a couple no shows.

It’s a lot for me to manage in the middle of prep and shooting and editing, etc..

So, we shot 152 sessions. It’s huge, and I am so proud. Truly.

But it could have been a bit larger. It was supposed to be. I ran out of time and energy when I should have been filling cancelled spaces.

We raffled off the props and prints and brought in an additional $327.

So I’m rounding up a bit, and contributing an additional $973 to get us to the $16,500 that we initially sold out with. It’s our biggest year. Even without the rounding up. $5500 for NEADS, $5500 for the Worcester County Food Bank, and $5500 for the Worldwide Orphans Foundation.

with Sally at theWorcester County Food Bank

with Doreen at NEADS World Class Service Dogs

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So far, in just four years, the Simple Shot Experiment has been able to donate $43,900 in shoot fees.

Sometimes I forget to slow down and to be proud of this, but I really am. I just move on to the next item and don’t take the time to reflect.

receiving a Harvester Award from the Worcester County Food Bank in November

My friend Deb said something like this this to me at the celebration event “You’re showing people that they can make a difference with the skills that they have.”

That made my night.

I really have a great time when I’m shooting. Solving visual problems, while trying to figure out how to make a toddler smile, simultaneously getting multiple dogs’ attention by using a squeaky toy like a thigh master, all while trying my best to have you guys not see me look at the clock, because sometimes twenty minutes goes by REALLY fast when you just need ONE smile out of a teething teenager...and someone showed up early, and, and, and...

It’s a challenge, and I love it

That’s the experiment... How hard can I work, and how much can we raise...

When I finally hang up my camera, or my body gives out, whichever happens first...I want that total donation amount to be significant. I want to know that I have worked hard enough with my limited skillset to make a difference for people and organizations doing REAL good in this world. I imagine it will be a good way to retire.

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But it’s getting a little expensive, and it’s just a hobby

So, we’re going to tweak how we do things. Just a bit.

1. We’re going to have people pre-pay when they sign up. People have told me The new system worked well this year.

2. If you have to cancel, you can give away your spot, but I can’t spend the time filling it. It’s too much.

3. The session fee next year will be $110. $100 will be a donation to the charities, and $10 to cover the cost of the hall rentals, postage for gift prints, and the nuts and bolts of doing this.

4. We’re going to sell raffle tickets for props, prints, gift certificates, etc., during the shoot itself. I think we’ll be able to raise more this way. I love seeing people at the celebration event, but it’s a lot of work, and the ROI needs to bump up a bit.

5. I’ll be asking for help. Which I’m not good at. For donation items, for set-up help. For picking up munchkins. Thanks to Simple Shotters Jake and Dan who work at Frito Lay, the snacks are covered for next year.

6. We’re opening registration to everyone, at the same time. Emails and Facebook.

So that’s where we are...

Thank you to everyone for your support and enthusiasm, and coming back year after year. Email or DM me with ideas and suggestions for next year, and I’ll see you in 2019!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

-ed

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