people are fascinating yall

maybe I make a pinned post. as a treat. this blog is a mess. it’s got everything i love in it, so it’s not specific to anything. welcome to the train wreck etc

call me dirt! she/her, genderqueer-ish lesbian. deemed autistic via peer review. (not diagnosed bc that shits mad expensive. but my therapist says that I am ‘very likely’ autistic so.) I’m a menace and I sometimes bully people as a love language. please please tell me if something I say is too far for you and I’ll try to be more careful <3

use my ask box for anything! but especially music recs and fun facts :D

I’m 21 so minors… be cautious? I’m not always gonna be pg. curate your internet experience to your needs.

TERFs, SWERFs, ace/aro exclusionists, pro-lifers, anti-palestine, anti- sex ed, anti- critical race theory, or any other flavor of bigot not allowed. i’ll stomp you into a paste :)

also I will block accounts that look like bots. if u follow me and don’t have any activity on ur acc imma block u. i’ll usually give people a day to like put a profile pic up but if you don’t you’re gone. <3

i’m not always good at tagging. my bad

more specific stuff about me past the cut :3

super into plants and bugs and mushrooms and music. can crochet and learning to knit. I rarely do art but I’m slowly learning to be better at that too.

specifically currently interested in:

• punk/rock/indie music

• tarantulas

• jumping spiders

• isopods

• cockroaches

• california native plants

• terrariums

• minecraft

• cats :3

• pet web games (horse isle 2, star stable, recently got into flight rising)

also interested in (but less knowledgeable about):

• internet culture and history

• queer culture and history

• freshwater aquariums, including

- fishkeeping (bettas, comet goldfish, koi, various small tropical fish)

- shrimpkeeping!!!!

- aquascaping/aquatic plants

- low maintenance systems (no filter etc)

• video games and streaming

I watch way more youtube than is probably healthy so there’s that too.

omg I nearly forgot fandoms!!

currently obsessed with fall out boy and twenty one pilots. also into:

• hannibal

• good omens

• our flag means death

• heartstopper

• young royals

• community

• doctor who

• some minecraft/gaming youtubers and streamers (ranboo, tommyinnit, nihachu, grian, technoblade. ik he’s gone but still)

• hermitcraft but i’m not up to date ever

• unus annus (rip)

• dan and phil

• watcher entertainment/buzzfeed unsolved

• wings of fire

• percy jackson

probs more that i’m forgetting

music I like is. a bunch of genres tbh. indie, folk, punk, rock, some pop, video game music, some classic 2000s-2010s emo bands. very specific flavors of country-adjacent stuff. some psychedelic rock. more that i can’t think of. I have some halfway decent spotify playlists :P and here's my last.fm page

some bands/artists i like:

fall out boy

twenty one pilots

paramore

the crane wives

hayley kiyoko

los campesinos

the oh hellos

chloe moriondo

chappell roan

STRFKR

miracle musical

wallows

jack stauber

sir chloe

hozier

girl in red

jackie hayes

yea that’s me :) enjoy your stay here. drink water etc. bye!

last edited 2/23/2024

hi! you can totally ignore this if you don't want to reply for whatever reason, but i still wanted to ask since i'm curious on other peoples perspective

i've never been one to self-ship (or at least not directly, like i def had some fics written with self insertion without realizing or made up scenarios in my head but never really put the label on it)

And I thought on why I did not want that label of self-ship put on my fav characters and myself, and ig my conclusion is that it just hurts me to put it in a way? like for me its a constant remind that they're fictional, which honestly hurts more than just doing a selfinserted fic and that's it, because once i finish the fic it's just another piece of media, nothing more to me, and i detach

but if i try to push myself to do something cute for self-shipping since everyone seems so content with it, i can't find myself doing the same because of what i just said, like even calling my favs f/o makes me feel a bit like shit lol. and tbh i think most people would disagree with me since what i see 99% of the time is people using selfshipping as a pastime or use it to cope but how do you manage to not hurt yourself when you remember it's only fictional? because i want to achieve that as well without getting myself hurt in the process.

so sorry for this being so long btw, i wanted to explain myself as best as i could

hi anon!!!

i understand you completely!! i think the bottom line of it is that if you don't like it, then don't do it, ya know? i don't mean that in the like "get out of here!!" sense, i mean it more so in the like.. if thinking inside of what the "box" might be for self-shipping, why not try thinking outside of it?

i know for me, i don't actually imagine my selfships to be "real" in any way. yes, my selfships are with me, but it's a version of me that more closely aligns with a story im writing about their relationship. i've noticed a lot of people have decently set lore with their selfships, but that personally doesn't work for me, so i tend to think in a more abstract way when it comes to lore. broad strokes, ya know?

im not sure if this makes sense, but my "selfships" often feel more like reading a book or watching a tv show with a pairing i really like than they do myself. the version of me that they're with is a character and i enjoy thinking about how that version of me might be paired with them, but they're never a full reflection of me. that's the sort of selfshipping that makes me happy. yeah sure, i don't really get to take part in the "what's your selfship lore!!!" conversations as in depth as i might want to, but that's just not part of what makes selfshipping enjoyable to me.

if i thought about my selfships as real, life sized human beings, i would also get SO sad they're not real, so i tend to imagine them as like... living in rooms in my head rather than something i can imagine in front of me. idk if that's how everyone thinks about their selfships, but that's how i do it!!! i carry the scenarios around in my pocket like bugs in a handheld terrarium.

as an aside,,, when it comes to writing, my reader is almost never a self insert. they have bits and pieces of me, but they're not a reflection of how my selfships tend to go. they are their own characters, just without a name or physical description. and it's purely for a similar reason. i'm not a novel protagonist. i don't have that sort of personality and sometimes it can bum me out to try and fit myself into a box that i think other people might enjoy (because that's not the real me).. so i don't! same goes for my selfships

anyway, all of this to say that if the box doesn't fit, out grow it. the nice thing about selfshipping is that there is no right way to do it and if thinking about it in the traditional way trips u up because it makes u sad that they're not real, switch up how you think about it :))

ur my fav blog i wna put u in a terrarium and study u like a bug

thanks. But i'd just dig a hole and bury myself, wouldnt give you the satisfaction.

do u have any theories as to why the collector mightve captured the owl beast and turned it into a scroll? my current one is that theyre called the "collector" bc they collect and turn things they think look cool into like.. toys of sorts. like stuffed animals they can pretend go on adventures and such, except theyre living breathing creatures who are suffering.

I don’t really have any specific theories about that haha :’) sorry

But you are right he is just a little guy collecting bugs to put in his little terrarium

Collecting friends, maybe? Playthings?

imma call the "mama bear" icejin Sleet. when you ask Grendine why he's always in third form, he'll go on a long spiel about how it's the natural next step in icejin evolution and presents so many new opportunities for study. when you ask Sleet why they're always in third form, the answer is "increased hugging capacity"

sleet u rule. that is two third form icejin named sleet i know now, but they could Not be more polar opposites. him and grendine would get along in studies for sure!

Grendine is studying their Mentor Cell in Conton, vastly interested by him. He says he is the Perfect Being, which frankly is ridiculous to them but still. What a fascinating individual. They would love to put him into a terrarium and study him like a bug. which he is

hellu dango ^^ for the "soft asks to get to know people" maybe numbers 1 and 20?? if you're fine with answering them ofc ^^

hope you're taking care and having a great day!!

1. what song makes you feel better?

少女レイby Mikito P or Eat Spit! by Slush Puppy (depending on the mood ^^')

rest utc <3

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

uhhh I have a few i can't choose just one- Ponyo or HTTYD (i also really like bad movies? like they're just so shitty it's enjoyable, so i'll mention the live action Death Note and After)

3. what’s your favorite candle scent?

most candles make me really head hurty bc they Smell Too Much but apple is usually a pretty safe one !!

4. what flower would you like to be given?

wisteria bouquets are so pretty ;;;; but they're a bit wonky yk so !! i think azaleas wld be a better answer !!

5. who do you feel most you around?

uhhh this is hard- it's between ciaran, curse, and my dnd group !! the partner, the bestie and the found family yk, i can't really pick one ;;;

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

my hair is really pretty !! i think my fashion taste is also pretty good !! and i put effort into my overall my appearance and it shows ^^ i have a pretty good music taste, i'm good at pattern recognition, and i think i'm pretty reliable !!

7. what color brings you peace?

maybe a light brown? like the colour of light brown sugar yk

8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.

@dendrobivms @cerasus--flores @faemesbond @cerise-jolie-jennie @caracalia @tiredsleep @zertecs @rocwylde uhhhh and a lot of my other moots i love u all vv much ;;;;

9. what calms you down?

baking, genshin, music, etc etc ^^

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

currently, i'm looking forward to club after school !! i'm really tired rn and i want to take a nap ;;;;

11. what’s your ideal date?

uhhh smth like an aquarium or a planetarium or really. just. anything in that vein? yk? maybe watching a meteor shower or ghibli films or smth like that too ^^

12. how are you?

tired !! really tired ;;

13. what’s your comfort food?

uhh these chicken cheese sandwich thingies !! vv tastey

14. favorite feel-good show?

yuri on ice, probably? but i cry literally every time i watch it so ;;;

15. for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

i? uh? i don't get this one, sorry ;;;

16. compliment the person who sent you this number.

you're really !! you have such vibes. makes brain produce happy chemical ^^ also !! really sweet and genuinely fun to observe in my little plastic bug terrarium <3

17. fairy lights or LED lights?

fairy lights probably? i don't really have a preference, i'm not all too fond of either ;;;;

18. do you still love stuffed animals?

yes.

19. most important thing in your life?

my genshin acct <33 /hj uhh my tumblr mutuals !! i love u all so so v much

20. what do you want most in the world right now?

to drag ciaran and curse to my favourite ramen house. both of them, i will settle for no less !! hehe

This message is aimed for just one person and one person only so if you're not that guy keep scrolling

To the random ass dude with a genshin proship profile who randomly, out of nowhere, sent me a meme of twinks getting stuffed, and, when asked if I knew him from anywhere, immediately deleted his entire Tumblr account:

who r u, what happened, I wanna put you in a terrarium and study you like a bug, Please tell me the backstory of what led you to deleting an entire account after one message, I'm fascinated

rolls around in your inbox like a little pill bug helo -izhyperfixates

picks u up and puts u in a little terrarium w lots of decaying plant matter for u to feast on

TELL us all abt thos terrariums n aquariums king what are u plannin on gettin!!!!!

OH i rlly wanna get a big ol goldfish tank but thts later down th line.... rn i have a small 0.7 gal tank im gonna use as a practice run for an aquarium 4 plant life, i got some variety packs of pods & some sulfate so i can plant em once ive got the stuff 2 condition the water & tools for cleaning the tanks+trimming plants as needed!!!

i know eventually I wanna have a tank w some duckweed on it bcuz idk why but i rlly rlly like it.... also moss..... i wanna get some driftwood 2 plant moss on & put it in a big tank as part of the landscape, w some ferns n grasses maybe but idk specifics yet....

for terrariums i rlly want a big bog 1 so I can plant my flytraps in it & maybe get some other carnivorous bog plants,.,.... & i wanna have a terrarium for mantises so I can buy some eggs & hatch em itd b cool.....

if i get critters tht eat bugs I wanna have a few lil side projects 2 like breed mealworms & crickets & roaches for feeding.... im also kinda interested in th idea of breeding nephrite snails but idk abt that yet.....

I just. i have SO many ideas & any1 else who likes this stuff is welcome 2 give me suggestions for biome themes, equipment, plants, critters, etc etc!!! id love input!!!

[Details about Kallir]

A Q&A meme from @a-muirehen​! <3 Zabrak agent buddies. . . (With Liran’s answers at the Source Meme) (Credit & thank u @claudela​ for the screenshot from ages ago)

GENERAL

name :  Kallir-- Malith, to himself & (eventually) those who matter alias(es) :  Imperial Intelligence named him Kallir. He didn’t really make a “name for himself” under any other aliases in his career, though as a spy he’s had a bunch. gender :  Male age :  Maybe 11 BTC, or so??? (Most likely within a range of 10-16 b/c I’M still figuring things out. /He/ knows within a few months, even without his exact birthday) place of birth :  What he knows is that there was a ship carrying numerous passengers, headed through the Dromund system, which was interrupted en-route by an accident onboard. There were fatalities. One infant zabrak came to Kaas city’s medical facilities along with the emergency casualties, and for whatever reason that baby was handed-over to Intelligence for their training program. That’s all the records say. He could have come aboard at any stop on the route, and from wherever else before that. spoken languages :  “Several”. All from spy school training, or learned as-needed on the job sexual orientation : Gay occupation :  Covert operative (and combat medic, in a crisis) for Intelligence--until he has help escaping into the free-spacer life on a bounty hunter’s ship.

APPEARANCE eye colour : Orange-yellow (with a red rim around the irises) hair colour : Vivid red height :  5′2″ scars :  None especially noteworthy in very obvious places, but he sure does have a few with dramatic stories overweight :  No underweight :  Maybe--it’s more that his frame is small overall

FAVOURITE colour : Gray and soft browns, sometimes green; earthy colors. music genre :  He could probably go for a “tranquil spa”-style background soundtrack, really. Lol. But he’s also interested in any live performance Keran wants to take him out to hear. Much more lively. movie genre :  Nature documentaries. tv show :  A super low-key series where the host travels the galaxy to feature different species of colorful moths. food :  A broth with a savory flavor and a bit of spice that they make with mushrooms and citrus and the fruit of those palms on Rishi. (...space!coconut soup) drink :   Something with space!cranberry, probably. book :  He doesn’t enjoy much reading, but I bet he could find a weak spot for a collection of Emotional poems that connect to him (Also: guidebooks about bugs and birds and various small creatures)

HAVE THEY passed university :  I think the Imperial Academy should count. Lol had sex :  Yes had sex in public :  Good question gotten pregnant :  No kissed a boy :  Yes kissed a girl :  Maybe not?? Can’t think of why there would have been a cause for it gotten tattoos :  Yes, matching patterns on his face and--mostly--his back (but also the rest of him at least a little bit) had a broken heart :  Oh yes. been in love :  Yes stayed up for longer than 24 hours :  Yes

ARE THEY a cuddler :  Given the right conditions/opportunity a kisser :  Sometimes!! scared easily :  Not exactly jealous easily :  Usually not trustworthy :  No dominant :  ..u kno.. Every now and then. submissive :  Usually in love :  Y e a h single :  No

DARK SUBJECTS have they harmed themselves :  Mentally and emotionally he’s hard on himself--otherwise, there’ve been times he was “intentionally careless” thought of suicide :  Yes attempted suicide :  He backed off without revealing anything of it to anyone, but-- Awfully nearly. When he knew he was about to be graduated to real missions as a full-fledged Agent, and his personal life (such as it was) had reached an all-time low, he had a quiet sit-down alone with the supplies he stole from the medical stores. : ( wanted to kill someone :  --not most of the people he actually HAS killed (regrettably for him). But. Yes. There’ve been some he DIDN’T kill, who he really wished he could. \:)) have any fears : The people in authority in hierarchies make him uncomfortable. (Most) Sith are especially unnerving; he’s afraid of what they can do with their Force powers, or just by giving orders. Other than that, there are probably thousand different triggers of anxiety and upsetting memories in him, but he’s had to try not to react to any while he was an Agent. Buried it all inside. One he can’t hide: how afraid he is when anything threatens Keran. THAT Sith is too important to him.

FAMILY sibling(s) :  None as far as he’d know parents :  He’s not sure who they were children :  Not planning on any pets : Maybe he’ll get a small lizard sometime! Or a terrarium for some bugs? Mjau will have to approve it on her ship. In the meantime, he’ll put up with some other people’s droids

Survey #270

“please remain calm; the end has arrived. we cannot save you; enjoy the ride.”

Do you own pastel-colored pants? No. What type of lotion do you use? I don't really use it. Nothing seems to help how dry my skin is. What were your favorite clothing stores in high school? Hot Topic. If you could have a car in any color you wanted, which color? Pastel pink, but realistically (given a pink car would probably have a paint job I'd have to pay for, I assume?), I like burnt orange cars. Not too brown-ish, though. What is your favorite color, do you look good in it, & do you wear it a lot? Pink, probably not, and no. Name someone you know who hates pink. Idk. What is your favorite Avril Lavigne song? "Nobody's Home." Do you kill bugs? Sometimes. Depends. If they're in my house, most likely. Have you ever had a bedroom that had wallpaper on the walls? No. Do you own any rompers? No. What’s one thing you’ve done to celebrate Earth Day? I made a birdhouse out of a milk carton once. Animal Planet taught me lol. Do you use window clings (aka window stickers)? No. What color is your stapler? Black. Do you have a desk that you sit at in your room? Ugh, no, but that's one reason I want to move to somewhere I have a bigger room for a desk so I don't do everything in my damn bed. What do you miss about college? Feeling like I was worth something and on a "proper" path. Was your middle school crush the same as your high school crush? No. What is/was your dream school? I never had a "dream" school. Do you wish you could talk to someone about your past? If so, who? Idk, probably someone. What motivates you? Music and/or videos on whatever subject I could use motivation in, like self-care on my bad days. Have you ever completed a weight loss program? No. Tried, though. When was the last time you did something for the first time? I went through a doctor appointment entirely without Mom just a few days ago; she had to stay in the car due to chemo, so I filled stuff out, checked in/out alone, answered questions on my own, that business. I'm entirely aware it's sad as hell that a 24 y/o did that for the first time, but if you knew just how dependent I am on my mom, you'd get it. Which do you prefer: Valentine’s Day or Easter? Valentine's when I actually have someone to celebrate with, but I love Easter as an aunt with how excited the kids are about candy and all. Easter sorta rubs me the wrong way though since, y'know, Christianity essentially stole and rebuilt it. Do you wait until the last minute to decorate, or do you decorate early? I myself don't even decorate. Mom only does for Christmas, and it's very last minute. What’s your favorite Starbucks drink? I don't drink Starbucks. What were you wearing in the last good selfie you took? *checks phone* uh the one where I'm wearing a red tank top is okay. That's all you can see cuz FUCK taking full-body pics of me. What’s on your wish list right now? Ha, I actually have a list in my phone of things I really want/need to buy when I can. A few include a bigger terrarium to Venus, a treadmill, an Unus Annus shirt before the channel and thus merch expire, glasses for driving... What do you use to sweeten your tea? I don't drink tea. Have you ever owned an expensive eyeshadow palette? No, I don't wear enough colors or makeup in general to warrant buying one. When was the last time you stepped outside of your comfort zone? The aforementioned doctor visit. How would you rate your self-esteem? Low, healthy, or high? Low as like, the deepest oceanic trench probs. Do you own a tripod for your camera? Yeah. Were you a bigger fan of Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff? Hilary. Do you make Halloween costumes out of clothes from your closet? Only ever to just be a goth to live out my inner fantasy of regularly flaunting that aesthetic. Do you enjoy putting outfits together? Not particularly. Would you rather it rain or snow? Snow! What does your umbrella look like? Don't have one. What’s one thing you’ve had a toxic reaction to? Do you mean like, emotionally/mentally toxic? I'm guessing probably yes. Even though parts of it were entirely realistic, understandable reactions/behaviors, I most definitely had some toxicity in me regarding the breakup, too. Which do you prefer: cropped tops or tunic tops? Uggghhhh, both are so cute. On me, I'd only ever wear tunic tops, but on others, I tend to find cropped tops cuter. What’s a style or trend that you think is ridiculous? I don't pay enough attention to this to really know... hm. Yeah, idk. Which YouTuber do you want to be more like? I could only dream of being as motivated and smart and determined and "I can do this shit" as Markiplier jfc I Love One Man Only. Do you like stuffed animals? EEEEEEEEK yes!!!! What was your favorite class in high school? Art. Have you ever gotten straight A’s in a class? If so, which classes? Yes; not to brag whatsoever, but too many for me to remember. I remember I got my very first B in 5th grade in I think math, and I was so bummed out. Were there any subjects that you got a perfect SAT score in? If so, what? I don't think so. Are you happy today? If so, what made you happy today? I'm content-ish, not happy, but also not unhappy. Is your bed right by a window? There's one to my upper right and middle left, but my bed's not exactly against either. Do you spend more time in your bedroom or your living room? I barely leave my bedroom. Which holiday is your favorite to decorate for? Halloween, if I actually did decorate. Do you name stuffed animals still? Very rarely. Depends on what it is, the importance, etc. What titles did you win in the senior class polls? I FUCKIN READ THIS AS "TITTIES" AND WAS JUST LIKE... Anyway, none. Were you popular in school? No. If you’re from the US, what states have you lived in? Only NC. Who was your best roommate? Well, Jason, if he even counted as a "roommate." Was your first roommate your best roommate? See above, considering idk if he fits the term; if he does, then yes. What’s the best family vacation you’ve ever been on? Disney World. Have you ever wanted to be a model? No. What years did you attend prom? Sophomore (bf was a senior and he took me) and senior. What do you want to be for Halloween? I was recently listening to a metal version of Oogie Boogie's song from TNBC and it hit me: MISS Oogie Boogie. A fat bitch could pull that shit off, watch me ho. Which member of your family are you closest to? My mom. If you have any regrets, what is the biggest one? If not, why do you have no regrets? Letting a boy become absolutely all that mattered and more to me. Would you ever apply to be on reality TV? Why? Ew, no. I don't need any more people judging me and my life. What is the best thing that has ever happened to you? The partial hospitalization program that saved my life, literally. Do you have a hard time letting things go? It depends on what it is, but generally, yes. I recently realized one of my greatest flaws: I respond very, very poorly to loss, in any way. Looking back on people (especially people), events, other things... a negative, chronic reaction to loss is present throughout. What have you accomplished in life that has made you the most happy? Emotionally healed, a lot. I don't think some things will ever fully scar over, but nevertheless, I don't mentally have fuckin gashes in me. Have you ever struggled with your weight? Ever since the breakup, yes. I thought I was slightly fat before then, but looking at pictures now, I just think "damn hunny u look gud" and realize I was perfectly healthy. But anyway, I was put on a medication called Abilify (full-on name droppin', fuck this med), and it MURDERED my metabolism. I could eat a fuckin carrot and gain five pounds, probably. Emotional eating probably contributed too, but here's the thing: my current doctor took me off of it, knowing the moment I mentioned it that it was not only bad for me and my conditions but also responsible for the extreme weight gain? Pounds dropped like a ton of bricks, and this started before my emotional eating began to die off and regulate. I lost around 80 pounds just from dropping a goddamn pill. Cue college essay-long rant here about how my body image was slaughtered, how much I loathe the fucking doc that kept me on the med and blamed everything on me, and now how I've been stuck weight-wise for two years despite a vast plethora of methods to continue shedding a;sdlkfajkwlelawe GUYS I could rant til my hypothetical great-grandchildren die. When you are out with your friends are you loud and outgoing or shy and reserved? It depends on who the friend is, where we are, etc., but generally, I'm just awkward, trying to be outgoing when in fact I'm questioning every single thing I say and do al;wekjrkawde this survey has taken a TURN. Do you like to stay in your pajamas all day long? I don't leave my pj's unless I have to leave the house and go inside somewhere besides like, a gas station or something that's just "whatever." In high school did you have a lot of friends? Do you still keep in touch? I wouldn't say a *lot*, no, but not a tiny amount, either. The only one I ever still see is Girt, but I keep up with many on Facebook via the like button and shit, ha. Do you really care about such issues as abortion, religion, and global warming? Fuck yes I do. Who is the biggest womanizer you know? Juan sure was, but I haven't been in contact with him for years. Would you ever have a threesome? No. Who is the most attractive person you know? Of those I personally know-know, my answer will probably always be Alon like jc she's beautiful. When did you last feel the most free? ZOINKS we can't ask that question in America rn. Is there anyone who likes (or liked) you and had a really hard time getting over you? I don't know. Did you ever love someone and feel like it was wrong? Love? No. Well, before I realized I was bi, maybe Mini counts, as then I was anti-LGBT and couldn't even imagine myself as anything but straight. What’s your favorite bug? Butterflies. What’s the longest amount of time you liked/loved somebody for? Yeesh... I still can't say with absolute confidence I no longer love Jason at all, whom I started dating in 2012 and went head over heels for. What song makes you cry? There's a few that are capable of it sometimes, but do fucking not play "Stairway To Heaven" if I'm within 10 miles of you. "Another Life" by MiW usually makes me tear up towards the end, but it normally doesn't get that far anymore. Do you like rock or rap music better? Rock, as I'm not a rap fan. If you could watch someone change, would you? Yes let me live my life a;lsdkfjaws Ever known someone with an eating disorder? I don't know. I think maybe? Have you ever had a white Christmas? I think? The best snow we ever got was late Christmas night though, and the next morning was a total whiteout. What’s something you want to do but aren’t sure of yet? Hm. Idk. I'm pretty sure of most things I want to do. Biggest lie you ever told? I'm not entirely sure and I'd rather not search for one. Do you have a religion? I don't fit perfectly into any. I relate most with Neo-Paganism, but even that I deviate from some. Believe that there is a point to churches? I mean sure, people have the right to believe in/worship what they want to, and some people get a lot of joy and reassurance out of going. How do eat Oreos? "I split them in half and lick the cream before eating the cookie." <<<< Converse or Vans? Idc. Eh, maybe Converse, but idk. Dancing or watching others dance? I love watching others dance, it's why I enjoyed dance recitals and competitions. Favorite thing to touch/feel? My cat! <3 Rather be in a tornado or a large earthquake? Both would be horrifying, but I guess earthquake. I've had an outrageous fear of tornadoes since I was very little. Would you rather Santa or the Easter Bunny actually exist? Santa, duh. Would you rather spread gossip or start a fight? Start a fight, I guess. Trying to sully someone's name with false information would haunt me way more than starting an understandable fight. What has been the best New Year's for you so far & why? I don't know. What is the weirdest fear you’ve ever heard of someone having? Do you have any weird fears, and if so, what are they? Uhhh I think maybe butterflies? Idk, even that's not too weird considering it's an insect, and that's common. I'm personally absolutely terrified of pregnancy and also whale sharks scare me quite a bit. ig that's weird. How did you find Tumblr? lol how could you not know at some point as a teen on the Internet. What of the 8 wonders of the world do you find the most fascinating, if any? I had to look them up lmao. I guess the Great Pyramid of Giza. I in general find Egyptian culture and art to be very cool. Do you have a webcam? If you do, do you ever use it and what for? I mean, it's built into the laptop. I never use it. What is something that you think is really underrated? The band Otep, for one. I mean they're not small, but I don't think most people interested in the metal genre know them. OH and then there are A LOT of YouTube artists that MADLY deserve to be signed. I have a large chunk of metal musicians I listen to, and those especially like Jonathan Young blow my fucking mind they haven't technically "made it," even if they have a large subscriber base. Have you ever had a dream where you died? Did anything weird happen to your body after it? Yes, a few. Now hang with me, okay? One of my worst nightmares as a kid involved the wicked witch from TWoO turning me into one of those fucking party things that you blow into it and the paper unfurls and her using it killed me. Yo idk. I was really scared of that witch as a kid. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? How about the most realistic? It involved my dad and that's all that needs to be said. Realistic? Hm. This was SO long ago that I barely remember *just* how real it felt, but I remember it felt real as fuck. I was very little when this happened. I dreamed that I went outside to our porch because there was a weird light and when I stepped outside, a swan and a goose flew down from the light onto the porch to become my late grandpa and my deeply beloved cat Midnight, who died from sickness. I'm sure it was just a dream now, but back then, I was VERY convinced it was like a vision from God or something, telling me they were okay and with us. Do you have a favorite fashion trend? What is it? Is there a fashion trend right now that you think is completely ridiculous, and if so, what? What do you think was the worst fashion trend of all time? I don't care about fashion enough to go in depth about all this. I'll tell you right now though that mullets were the worst mistake known to mankind. Do you tend to like original horror movies or re-makes better? What’s your favorite horror movie? Is it an original or a remake? If you're remaking an old one, I'll probably like it more since they're generally not nearly as cheesy. Modern horror movies, I don't have much of a preference. My fave is The Blair Witch Project, and it's an original. What is one characteristic in a person that you cannot stand? What characteristics do you like best in a person? Do you possess any of these characteristics? Those that act violent when they're angry, for one. Those scare me. Some traits that I really like are compassion, patience, genuineness, empathy, kindness just for the sake of being so, stuff like that. I'd like to think I've got some of those. It's notable that in my nightmares, I'm way more violent than I actually am, though. What kind of jeans do you like best? When I actually wore jeans, they were like solely skinny jeans. What has been the most traumatic experience of your life? Does it still bother you? A very abrupt and poorly-executed breakup after a long-term relationship and falling way, way too hard to be healthy. Does it still bother me? PTSD is stapled on my fucking forehead if you know the slightest about it. I've healed a whole lot, but I'm pretty sure it's a scar that's never going to even fully seal.

Pale King Tank au

The Pale King had thought he was prepared for any situation after he fled from his decaying kingdom.

He hadn’t thought a creature of titanic size would be an issue, the impossibly large hands that current grasped him proved otherwise.

They watched him in their palm, a smile spreading across their face. What were they going to do with him?

They began to rush off with him, passing into a building and showing the small King to being at least twice the firsts size.

Then they began speaking to each other.

It shouldn’t have surprised him that they would be so loud but that didn’t prevent him from almost falling over from the sudden loud noise.

It was difficult at first to understand what they were saying but as their conversation went on he began to be able to make out bits and pieces. From what little he could understand he was going to be kept as a pet.

It wasn’t long before he was taken to another room, the largest creature now looked to be preparing where the King would be forced to live, a large glass box with a root and a couple of rocks. He couldn’t accept such an existence, not in a thousand year let alone now.

He began to run, his small legs moving fast enough to force the cloth that made his robes open from the movement. As he reached the edge of the hand a giggle was heard as they simply moved the other for him to walk on. It wasn’t hard to guess that this would happen no matter where he ran. They had all the power right now.

A plan began to stir in the Pale Kings mind, he’d have to bide his time to figure out what was available to him but escape wasn’t impossible.

The large creature set him into the prepared box before being ushered into another room leaving him to explore his new surroundings. Now that he was inside of the glass box it was more like the largest room he had seen, the ground made of soft dirt. Small leaves, moist with water had been placed in one corner while a large dry root had been placed in another.

Quickly he went to the leaves to try and create some form of a structure to give him privacy. They were too thick and large to move and manipulate but at least they provided better cover from the prying eyes of his captures than sitting out in the open.

The days moved on slowly since he had next to nothing to do but stare back at the child who had captured him. This child’s name it truned out, was Isabel, and the larger person who prepared the tank is her mother. Isabel had a fascination with bugs, evident by the many other tanks with bugs ranging from centipedes to caterpillars. She now had a great fascination with him now, a strange bug like no other she had seen, often watching him eat and drink when she got back from school.

Even though he refused to speak back to her Isabel would still have “conversations” with him, talking about her day and showing off drawings. She even gave the Pale King a a new name, Ivory. Isabel even gave him furniture she made with the aid of her mother, small bottle caps made into tables, chairs made of popsicle sticks, she even gave him the mirror from an old compact. He almost felt offended, this child saw him as a living doll and a pet.

The food at least wasn’t terrible, Isabel mainly gave him sweet fruits that he had never seen before. She would always enthusiastically tell him what each berry and slice was. Though by far his favorite meal was when she snuck a slice of a dessert called “strawberry shortcake” to him. It was rather sad that one of the best tasting meals he had was when he was captured by a child rather than he was King in his own kingdom.

He didn’t like oranges though, the color of the uncreatively named fruit already made him weary, thoughts of the dread infection brought up when he saw the small pouches of orange juice. It didn’t taste as sickly sweet as the infection smelled but it was still similar enough that he couldn’t contemplate trying it. At least with Isabel watching his every move, she knew he hated oranges so never fed him that again.

It wasn’t long till the mother noticed he wasn’t a simple bug driven by instinct like every other they had come across. She would often glance at him, suspicion in her eyes as she watched him attempt to stack chairs to escape. One time he had decided to mess with her, under her gazed waved in her direction with squinted eyes. Usually, he wouldn’t bother with such things but with so little to amuse himself with he took the small chances to confuse every time.

This led to unintended results though, shortly after Isabel went to bed one night the mother stay to speak with him.

“Can you understand me?” The Pale King only tilted his head in response.

So she repeated herself. “Can you understand me? Can you understand us?” He nodded this time, they would find out eventually that he was sentient sooner or later.

“What are you? Why haven’t you made this know sooner?” She was surprisingly concerned since her eye alone was the size of his whole body. Though his attempts to respond failed, she knew he had made a noise but apparently didn’t understand what he had said.

“What? Here um, I’ll take you out of the terrarium but don’t try anything okay?” He watched as the woman removed the lid and carefully lifted him out. “What did you say?”

“I am…” He couldn’t say the King of Hollownest as he would before, not only do they not know what his former kingdom is but would they really care if he was a king? “… A wyrm, I’ve been trying to find a way to escape.” A wave of emotions seemed to flash across her face.

“A worm? But you have limbs… And the poky crown crest thing on your head. And worms don’t talk in squeaky voices!”

“Not a worm, a wyrm.” The pronunciation was subtle but important. “A form of higher being that molts its previous limbless form.” Now she seemed only more confused.

“Higher being? Are you saying you’re a god?”

“In a sense.”

She deadpanned as she spoke. “You really expect me to believe my daughter kidnapped a tiny god?”

He merely smirked up at her as he spoke. “I’d simply love to hear your explanation then.”

“You know what?” She began to put him back into the tank. “I’m to tired for this right now so-” The former Pale King held onto her hands with his tiny claws. “Let go! Back into the tank you tiny bastard.” She used her other hand and unceremoniously flicked him off.

He watched in defeat as the woman replaced the lid of his tank and quickly walked out of the room, leaving him with his reflection to be his companion.

#bls accept my trash fics

this is not a trash fic this is a GOOD FIC, thank u for showing it to me!! thank u @tfwhynoy this is EXTREMELY GOOD i really like how PK’s just fucking with this Large Adult Human even when she’s like ten times his size kdfskgga, he doesn’t give a SHIT

Roadblocks, part 5.2

Yova was spending her lovely windy Wednesday afternoon alternating between spoiling Gershwin with new toys and plants for his terrarium and banging out “Crocodile Rock” on her piano to try and make my souffle fall (I never should have told her I hate Elton John). She almost missed the sound of the doorbell to her apartment, but stomped over, threw it open and sneered, “Oh, I’m so sorry, was that botheri- heeeelllo, Pam!” Pam beamed up at her and said, “Hello! I just heard from Derek and he was so concerned about you, so I thought I’d come over. I brought scones and bars!” Yova somehow managed to keep her hair from combusting into flames and invited Pam in.

Pam set things up in the kitchenette, putting it to good use (for once). She brought her own bean grinder and coffee beans to make coffee just how Yova liked and pulled out all the stops to make a nice little coffee party. It was around this time I asked Paisley to go up as a scout and let me know if Pam was there. She was eager as anything to go up, so we made our way upstairs. Yova opened the door and grinned, showing me every tooth in her mouth. “Deeeerek. What a pleasant surprise,” she said, molars grinding to dust. I grinned and held up a plate. “I brought mini quiches,” I said.

We stepped in and Paisley made a beeline for Gershwin’s new enclosure. I think Yova bought one of those giant saltwater fish tanks and converted it into his home. Paisley couldn’t stop herself from exploring and I caught her giving me a dirty look, clearly asking why I wasn’t stepping my pet owner game up. “Dude, don’t get used to it. I don’t have disposable pianist income,” I told her.

Once we settled down and had ourselves some coffee and bars and mini quiches, Pam asked Yova about her Fetch and how she was doing. “Oh, I’m fine. Honestly, I’d rather just leave it alone,” Yova said. Pam and I shared a look and I tried to lean on Yova, saying, “You know, I said pretty much the same thing. And that very nearly ended up blowing up in our faces,” I said. Yova sighed, leaned back in her chair and looked down in her coffee, saying, “I just want you to be prepared for it not to go well. I don’t know if she’s crazy or just putting on an act, by she is definitely self-aware enough to harm someone. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” She looked up and asked, “And there’s no way I could persuade you to not go through with this?” Pam just shook her head.

Yova drained her coffee and leaned forward, taking a bar. “Honestly, I’ve considered calling my parents and seeing if they’d take her in,” she said, munching on it. I considered for a second and said, “Well, there’s nothing wrong with one of us calling and trying it out.” She sat there for a second, then got up, grabbed her phone and started typing in a number. She punched send and handed the phone over to me.

While we were dining on baked goods and angst, Bella and Day were hanging out at his office, where he was sitting at his desk with the fancy name plaque he splurged on and she was trying to convince him of the merits of setting up a Facebook page and handing out crappy flyers she designed herself. They both turned, surprised, when they heard the door opening. Day tried to get more presentable, tucking his shirt in, but much to their surprise, they both recognized who stepped in: it was Marigold, bundled up in a fluffy wool coat. Day relaxed and said, “Mary!” “My name’s… Marigold… not Mary,” she said hesitantly. “It’s – I was trying to –“ he sputtered. “Oh, it’s a nickname!” Marigold chirped. Bella told me she considered jumping out the window at this point.

Marigold wasn’t there on a social call, however: she wanted to hire day for an investigation. Day told her to take a seat and tell him exactly what was going on. Bella sat up straight with a proper secretary’s posture and started taking notes. Marigold sat down, looking nervous, and pulled out a piece of something electronic with some wires hanging off. She slid it across the table and said, “This fell out of one of the vents at my apartment while I was cleaning it.” Day looked at the device, which appeared to be a crude sort of microphone. “Well, it’s pretty cheap and staticky, probably wouldn’t pick up much outside of the room it was in. At least it’s not the FBI,” he said. “Why would you think it’s the FBI?! I’m careful about that!” Marigold yelped. “Jesus, Mary, it’s a joke,” he said.

He reassured her that the bug was just a basic device, and so she probably wasn’t dealing with someone who was a real professional. Marigold was a little relieved by that, but told him that she still wanted him to look into it. “And please, don’t tell Yova. I don’t want her to worry,” she said. “No worries, it’s like a doctor-patient confidentiality. Anything you tell me doesn’t pass this desk. So, uh, to give me some idea of what we’re working with… when you and Yova do it, how does it –” Bella mercifully cut him off.

Day asked Marigold if she had any enemies who would want to listen in on her. “Ex-friends, ex-siblings, ex-lovers?” Bella asked. “I don’t think so? I mean, I’m the librarian at the Autumn Court. It’s not like that’s the most enviable position. I’m not trying to gain rank or curry favor. I’m just trying to get by.” Bella looked her dead on and told her that there were people in the Courts who just didn’t like Darklings. And then Marigold started to cry. Which is why Day and Bella are officially the worst people.

Once they calmed her down, Day told her that this had to be the work of someone who had access to her apartment, so she needed to try and think about anyone who might have come over to the apartment or come in for any reason. She wasn’t able to think of anyone other than Yova who came over. Day asked her if she could get a hotel for the evening so that he and Bella could go take a look at things, and if they found anything out, they’d let her know. She agreed and he told her to find a place to stay and just hang out there, and if she thought of anything, to give him or Bella a call. Bella proudly pulled out one of Day’s new business cards and handed it over.

After she left, Day asked Bella if she was ready to earn a bonus. “I think we should get a pseudo-Marigold to go to the apartment and do her everyday normal things, and see what happens,” he said. “What are you trying to say, Day?” “What I’m trying to say, Miss Pocket Pilfer, is we’re going to take one Darkling and put in another.” “So are you trying to say all Darklings look the same?”

Back on the saner side of my motley’s spectrum, I had the phone and was waiting for someone at Yova’s parents’ place to pick up. The phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing, and just as I was about to hang up, I heard an older woman’s voice come on and say, “Hello?” I straightened up and said, “Ah, yes, Mrs. Pavlovich? My name is Derek, I’m an orderly at Binghamton Psychiatric Center in Binghamton, New York. I’m calling about your daughter.” There was a long pause, then she said, “Oh… yes? But she was discharged, wasn’t she? I’m not sure what I can do for you.”

I managed, somehow, to keep from screaming, and cleared my throat. “Uh, yes, ma’am. But we’ve just realized that she left some personal effects here and we’re not permitted to hold onto these. I was hoping you might help us get in touch with her so she or a representative could come and pick them up?” I asked. She hesitated. “Oh. Well, we live out of state, so we wouldn’t be able to help you out there. I assume you have her phone number and must have called? I’m afraid I can’t help you out any more than that.” “I see. Well, thank you for your time, Mrs. Pavlovich.” “You’re welcome. I wish I knew more but we don’t speak very much, so I don’t know what she’s up to,” she said. I bit back a few choice words, given what Yova had told me about her parents’ reaction to her coming out. Instead, I took as cold a tone as I could muster.

“Well, Mrs. Pavlovich,” I said, “perhaps you could try calling her sometime.” And then I hung up the phone.

I told Pam and Yova the bad news about the Fetch getting released. We quickly started brainstorming and Yova grabbed the notebook she got from Aurora’s hideout. After a few minutes, I spotted a couple of names I recognized: Deb and Greg, the changelings we met at the biergarten who were working with Day’s and Bella’s Fetches. We discussed whether Aurora might have dropped Yova’s Fetch off with them. Yova looked like she was internally kicking herself. “I thought she was where she needed to be. Out of sight, out of mind,” she sighed. “Well, we’re going to figure it out,” Pam told her.

Meanwhile, Abbot and Costello were putting their brilliant plan into motion. They got Bella dressed up like Marigold and Day staked out the apartment while she went up to the front door and got the spare key from the flowerpot. Bella headed in and started looking around, trying to spot anything that might have been out of place in Marigold’s apartment. She couldn’t help feeling a little bit on edge. Outside, Day didn’t see anything out of the ordinary to start with, but a few minutes after Bella entered the apartment, he spotted a U-Haul parked nearby slowly pull out and start to drive away. They were moving slow enough for him to take note. He jotted down the license plate and then climbed into his car to follow.

Back inside the apartment, Bella was distracted and on edge, searching through Marigold’s things. And it was probably the fact that she was so distracted that she didn’t notice until it was too late that another person was in there. The same person who brought a sack over her head as she was looking at the calendar with the adorable kittens on it. Wriggle and writhe and scratch and scream as she might, she couldn’t get away. As she struggled, she managed to pull a muscle in her back and became completely unable to move. Something hard came down against the back of her head and she was out.

As Day was following the U-Haul around the block, it pulled up to the street behind the complex. While he waited, he saw the driver walk briskly back around the front of the U-Haul. Someone else came up to it, popped something into the passenger side and threw it in.

Back at Chez Yova, Pam tried calling Day but just got his voicemail. Yova called the Summer Court to let them know what was going on. She got a hold of Brandon, the changeling who took Aurora’s body. She told him about the situation and he told her that Fetches were usually their changeling’s responsibility, but he said he’d take a description and they’d keep an eye out for her. Yova told him she had no idea who the Fetch would contact and didn’t know how physically capable she was, but she still recommended approaching with caution.

I realized it would be good for the Autumn Court to also be aware of what was going on, so I called Stella, and the conversation went about as well as you could expect. “It’s Stella, state your business.” “Hi, Stella, it’s your favorite bird brain.” “Hello, Derek, how can I help you?” “Well, Yova’s Fetch got busted out of the insane asylum she was in, so we’re calling around to alert people about that and tell them to watch out for her.” There was a momentary pause, then Stella said, “That’s surprisingly responsible of you.” I gave her a description of what Yova used to look like and she told me she would make the Court aware of it, then she hung up. I looked up at Yova and Pam and said, “She loves me.”

Around this time, Yova decided to call Marigold. She got her voicemail and left a message: “Hi, Marigold, it’s me. There’s a bit of a situation. If you can give me a call back, I’ll talk to you about it more, or I can text you the details, just please, please be safe.” She texted what was going on to Marigold. We decided to go to Day’s office and see what was going on. As you’re probably guessing, we just saw the sign on his door saying he was out on a case. That’s when we tried calling Bella.

Who was slowly coming to in the passenger seat of the U-Haul. She heard her phone buzzing and started to realize she was in a car and driving off somewhere. The bag was still over her head and her hands were tied behind her. She heard a feminine voice saying, “Look, I know this seems bad, but don’t worry, stop struggling. You’ll be out of this soon.” “You guys suck. Who does this?” she asked. Around this time, Day was driving through traffic and started losing them. He let out a very long and very rude series of words.

Yova was getting very antsy at not hearing anything from Marigold, so she drove us all over to Marigold’s. When we got there, she jumped out of the car about an eighth of a second after she slammed the shift into park. Pam and I got out and tried to make it up after her, but she was moving at mach now. She checked the flowerpot for the spare key, which wasn’t there. The door wasn’t locked and the lights were on the apartment. There was also a note on the door with an address written on it, which Yova snatched off.

She barged in, yelling, “Marigold?!” There was, obviously, no answer. I started checking the book, looking to see if Marigold’s address was there, but Yova was tearing through the apartment. And in the large closet near the living room, where Marigold had some storage, the door was open and it looked like some sheets that had been folded and stacked were pushed together in places, as though someone had been hiding there.

Yova was in a blind panic by now. She called Marigold, again got no answer, and then called Day. He picked up and before he could even get a greeting out, she half-shrieked, “Marigold’s been kidnapped!” “No, she hasn’t,” Day said. Yova paused, then said, “Day, what the fuck is going on? And you better tell me right now or I swear to God…” “Oh, she’s worried,” I murmured to Pam. “Shut the fuck up, Derek!” she snapped. Day explained what was going on and told her that we should try to meet him where they were going, but that she shouldn’t let on that we knew it wasn’t Marigold.

Across town, Bella got dragged out of the U-Haul and tied up inside the place she was brought in. The kidnapper said to someone else, “Okay, we got her. Can we get our money now?” This time, she recognized Deb’s voice. The voice that responded said, “Of course. You’re free to go if you want.” The two kidnappers talked quietly among themselves, but all Bella could make out was some murmuring. The other voice said, “So you’re just gonna stay here when people come looking for her? That’s your plan? You know, I don’t claim to be the brightest crayon in the box, but I think you’re missing steps B through Z here. The woman said, “I don’t have to explain anything to you. I have my reasons.” They seemed to shrug and left.

When Yova, Pam, and I arrived at the parking lot, Day was already there. The building where Bella had been taken to was an office at a self-storage unit place. It looked like it was abandoned, like it hadn’t been in use for a while. Yova demanded to know what the hell was going on and we managed to calm her down enough to try and figure out a plan. Day told her that the kidnappers didn’t know she was coming with a group. “They might not even be aware that Bella’s not Marigold, so it’s best if you ham it up a bit,” he said. I’m sure you’ll be shocked to find out that this was not going to come as any real stretch to Yova. She said she was going to kick in the front door and directed the rest of us to sneak in the back and try to ambush them. As Day, Pam, and I snuck around, we saw Deb and Greg going away. We quickly debated going after them, but then realized our first priority needed to be getting Bella out.

Pam stayed outside as a lookout while Day and I slipped in the back door. We could hear Pachelbel’s canon (which Yova had told me at one point was her least favorite song in all of time and space) playing off a CD. We slipped toward the central office and I could hear someone humming along to the sound. It was awful, and I could tell whoever it was was trying really hard to make the tune work, but she couldn’t get there.

Yova kicked in the door and standing there, leaning up against the wall, filing her nails and humming terribly out of tune, was her Fetch. Yova glared at the Fetch and said, “I gave you a chance. So why all this showmanship when you can’t even carry a tune?” “Are you really asking me why you’re extra?” the Fetch asked. “Oh, I know exactly why I’m extra. But why you, when you have no talent whatsoever?” Yova hissed.

The Fetch turned and looked at her, creepily talking about how all the talent stayed with Yova. “I have all your memories, every bit of knowledge that makes you you. I have all the same dreams and goals as you. But the one thing that makes them happen doesn’t exist for me. It’s really not fair. Not fair at all. You think you can just waltz back in? That angelic voice of yours, all that talent and skill, while I’m left behind to rot? No. It’s just not fair.” Yova narrowed her eyes and told the Fetch she was chasing something that was never hers. “Well, I wasn’t meant to be anyone else. And you can’t give up, of course not. You just strode right back in and grabbed it right back. If you can’t give it up, what makes you think I can?” the Fetch asked. “I’ve got eighteen years of skill and practice and I’m not a hollow imitation,” Yova snapped.

Around this time, I slipped in and was behind Yova’s Fetch, trying to make eye contact with her. I raised a leg, preparing to kick her forward so Yova could deal with her. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head slightly, so I was left poised like a flamingo on one leg.

“I’ve just as much right to exist as you do and I don’t want to stop existing. My options for that while you exist are limited. So I figure that it’s only fair that if one of us has to spend this existence in a state of constant suffering, then we should be doing it together. It’s only fair.” Yova sighed, “What are your terms?” The Fetch made eye contact with Yova and hissed that she didn’t come there to deal. Yova suddenly saw that as the Fetch was approaching Bella, she was pulling out a very long, nasty-looking knife. Bella felt the knife come into contact with her neck.

Yova flared her brightness, which managed to blind both her Fetch and me. Day leapt forward and tackled the Fetch. Bella started wriggling out of her bonds. I axe-kicked the Fetch, narrowly missing Day’s face and she let out an unholy screech. Yova ran up to deck her and knocked her bitch ass out. Bella managed to free herself, sliding out of her bonds and we tried to assess what was going on. Yova was closing her eyes and breathing deeply, clearly trying her hardest not to go into a blind rage. When she had her breathing under control, she looked at Day and said, “We need to call the Summer Court.” He agreed and she asked him if he could restrain her Fetch while she called. “I don’t trust myself right now with her.”

Bella was a little loopy, so I put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from wandering into any walls.

Yova walked out past Pam, pulled out her phone, and did her best to keep tone level. Just as she was about to dial, a call came in from Marigold. It turns out Marigold had been enjoying the spa at the Albany Marriott (a fine establishment, to be sure) and didn’t have her phone on her. She quickly picked up on the fact that Yova was not okay. Yova asked if they could talk in person and said she was just so glad Marigold was fine. They agreed to meet up later and Yova called the Summer Court.

When Yova got a hold of Brandon, she told him that she didn’t trust herself with her Fetch and asked him what the policy is on Fetches who tried to harm changelings. He told her that usually it was to deal with them permanently, but that it was on her. “If you want us to show mercy, that’s up to you,” he said. “No. I gave her a chance. I tried to let her walk away. But I can never trust her again,” she said, deadly serious. Brandon agreed to send someone to pick the Fetch up.

While Day and Bella were bantering over her bonus, Yova walked back in and sat down in the chair heavily. Pam headed over and put a hand on her shoulder, which quickly turned into a mom hug. Yova didn’t react at first, but then just pulled Pam close. Eventually, the Summer Court showed up and took Yova’s Fetch away (though not before Bella got a good few kicks in). Day and Bella made their way off to bumble their way through another case and that left me, Yova, and Pam in the parking lot.

Pam asked Yova if she was going to head home. Yova sighed, pulled out her keys and handed them over to me. “No. I’m going to call an Uber to go see Marigold,” she said. I looked down at the keys in my hand and I could actually feel my eyes start sparkling. “I get… to drive,” I said to nobody. “And if I see one scratch on her – wait, do you even have a driver’s license right now?” Yova asked. “I do not!” I said, still captivated by the keys. Yova snatched the keys out of my hand and passed them to Pam. I was very sad the entire way home and collected Gershwin from Yova’s place because I was clearly going to be geckositting again.

As far as what happened when Yova got to Marigold’s hotel room, well, there are certain things that even Yova is reluctant to talk about. But what I got out of her was that they were both exhausted and completely relieved that the other was safe. And they decided to start going steady. And when she told me that, I was about two-thirds through a bottle of pinot grigio and started bawling because it was just so beautiful.

So that’s a good place to stop for now. Until next time, may all your brunch spots stay hidden.

*drops in 10 hours late with Starbucks* Yo tell me about your pets! ((Like, what kind you've had and what the weirdest one is.)) And have you ever gotten petty revenge on a teacher? Ooo and what classes are you taking this year in school?

Aaa thank u!

Ok as for pets, my first one was a hamster; after that i got a turtle and afterwards a frog that got eaten by one of the fish in my dad’s aquarium the day after we got it. I also had teo cats (counting the current one) but the weirdest animal was a pet stick bug. Storytime: in third grade we went on a fieldtrip at a bug museum and it was huge and cool. Of course museum means gift shop and they sold pet stick bugs. 5 euros for a baby and 7 for an older one. I thought “maybe I should get an adult so i can be sure it survives the rrip back home” and so I bought that thing because my mom at the time wouldn’t let me get any more pets ( this was right after the frog). When I got home she got MAD because where the fuck would we put it? But I had a genius idea which was putting it in the plastic terrarium from that stupid science game where you grow bean plants. We put dirt, a few sticks and lots of leaves in it which I would change every few days and guess what? My pet stick bug lived a long life,like a year and a half (which is a lot for a stick bug if I’m not wrong) and being a female it also laid eggs which hatched (female stick bugs don need males to lay eggs but all th offsprings will be female). Only one of the babies survived and after the mother’s death it lived about 6 months but never laid eggs.

I never got petty revenge on a teacher which is sad, I should have.

This year my languages classes will stay the same but I won’t have latin! For a change I’ll have philosophy and physics and I will die.