#week 2: birhtday
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wait thematically, if moths 100th himeru fanart is for "birthday" would that be good
#its gonna be more than a 100th bc moth is at 96 but has 3 almost finished and 1 more sketched out#if we disqualify a few it could work but birhtday is in what 2 weeks so like 5 more himerus#moth chitters
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J'ai publié 1 317 fois en 2022
C'est 1 317 billets de plus qu'en 2021 !
58 billets créés (4%)
1 259 billets reblogués (96%)
Les blogs que j'ai le plus reblogués :
@levmada
@botheringlevi
@happybird16
@wortverlust
@rinseveryday
J'ai étiqueté 679 billets en 2022
Seulement 48% de mes billets ne comportaient pas de tag
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#handsome heichou - 198 billets
#💚💚💚 - 167 billets
#i love them so much - 135 billets
#levihan - 133 billets
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#levi x hange - 70 billets
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#i wanna be this gurl so much but i can't imagine myself here bc of my flat chest 😭😭😭 but hair like mine so ok
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n°5
Right now, I'm checking my notes for the second smut fanfic I'll write & preparing my playlist 😉
Fanfic Levi x Hange modern AU smut 😈😈
Tea Russian Earl Grey [black tea + bergamot + lemon - absolutely No sugar]
What are YOU doing right now ?
@erinthelfdoll @lucysarah-c @ladycheesington @happybird16 @nuri148
Also anyone who want to join 😉
47 notes - publié le 26 novembre 2022
n°4
Sunday walk a LeviHan headcanon
LeviHan fanart by @ashh-ketchup / Thank you so much Ash 💖
With permission of the artist / Please do not repost
Happy Birhtday Jay @jayteacups !! 🎂
✨Back home after a walk, Levi looks into Hange's honey-brown eyes, runs his fingers tenderly through their messy hair & puts one of their locks behind their ear
✨Hange sits on the couch, exhausted by the walk. Levi goes to the kitchen to put the flowers they picked in a vase, then comes back with a cup of hot tea for them. He takes off their shoes & starts a foot massage for them to relax
✨After Levi's gone, Hange puts on the sweater he left on the armrest of their sofa. They wrap themself in his warmth & scent, because the evening's chilly & take their cat on their lap for a cuddling session
✨Later, remembering they won't see Levi before next week-end, Hange rushes to the fridge, grabs something inside, drags themself painfully to the couch & slumps in it ; they end up eating a whole chocolate chips & vanilla ice cream pot out of sadness
✨As Hange's going to bed, head down & dragging their feet, their phone rings : Levi wishes them good night in his deep & soft voice & tells them 'I love you Hange' before hanging up the phone. Hange's gonna sleep well & dream about him, that's for sure 💖
51 notes - publié le 6 novembre 2022
n°3
Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest
You have been through so much, but yet you stand strong in the face of adversity until the end
"Mais, je ne me plaindrai pas. J'ai reçu la vie comme une blessure, et j'ai défendu au suicide de guérir la cicatrice. Je veux que le Créateur en contemple, à chaque heure de son éternité, la crevasse béante. C'est le châtiment que je lui inflige."
Lautréamont - "Les Chants de Maldoror" - 1869
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57 notes - publié le 17 novembre 2022
n°2
Here's a little drabble for Rei's 'Happy Birthday Levi' 'event ! Thank you so much @levi-supreme for letting me join in & I hope you will appreciate this little text 🍭 I chose to follow the event's theme very literaly 🙂
🎂 Happy Birthday, Levi 🎂
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Theme: 'Sweet like sugar' - Count: 733 words
Pairing: Levi x Fem!Hange - Modern AU - 'No Name' - SFW
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His heart seemed to be throbbing in his throat as he heard Hange’s voice coming from the corridor over the hubbub of the concert hall. He wondered what was wrong with him these days; he felt so oddly different. Something had changed and he didn’t know what.
No Name was becoming more and more famous within their high school and even outside. They already had several shows booked and they were playing their third tonight.
« Levi! You’re already there! » Hange and Mike finally entered the dressing-room, laughing like dorks as usual. He mumbled a vague hello, turning to them. Mike whispered a polite good evening and took his drumsticks, then joined his girlfriend in the corridor. « Still eating candy, Four-Eyes? You’re gonna get sick and stain your white shirt, tch… » Levi replied, wrinkling his nose in disapproval. Teasing him, Hange stepped forward and he felt her warm and sugary breath on his face. « You know I need that before going on stage! Calms me down, you see? And makes stage fright go away » she said in a bright smile.
Coming closer to him, licking a huge lollipop with an exaggeratedly greedy air, she offered « Want some, Shorty? » Levi froze. He was fascinated by her glistening lips covered with sugar. Blushing with embarrassment, he abruptly turned his gaze away. Mike stuck his head through the half-open door to tell them it was time to play, giving Levi the opportunity to recover. Hange put her lollipop aside for later and grabbed her guitar.
So far, their performance was amazing. The concert hall was crowded but they recognized their friends among the wild audience. Many were jumping, dancing and fangirls were shouting Levi’s or Hange’s names, making them smile back seductively. Song after song, they were getting more confident and connected, and flirted playfully with the audience. But all good things coming to an end, it was time for the last song. They had decided beforehand to play Levi’s mother favourite song to close the gig.
Levi’s deep and soft voice begun to intone « She floats like a swan, grace on the water, lips like sugar, lips like sugar ». Enthralled, the fangirls shouted his name, but, called on by the word ‘sugar’, all he had in mind was Hange’s lips. He shook his head to let the vision go away… Then the lyrics went « She’ll ask and you’ll give her » and Hange came by his side to get closer to add her voice to his. They both leaned to the mic, their faces so close to each other he could feel her breath on his face again and they sang the chorus together « Lips like sugar, sugar kisses »… Levi couldn’t help staring at Hange’s soft sugary lips and froze once again, mesmerized. The world blurred around him and nothing else remained except Hange’s fascinating lips moving as she sang.
It lasted a few confusing seconds, but it was enough for him to feel his heart beating faster and louder and his face violently blushing. He sang the song to the end as if he was in a dream, wrapped in cotton, removed from any sensations other than Hange’s presence near him, singing the chorus with him again and again. Suddenly, it was over and they waved the audience goodbye as they went off stage to get to the dressing-room, Levi still feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.
Sensing what was going on around him, Mike pretended to be thirsty and headed out towards the bar, leaving Levi and Hange alone. « You look so weird today, Levi! What’s wrong? » she asked, licking her lollipop again. « You want a hug or something?» she offered, coming closer, so close now he blushed and mumbled « I… the last song, it… ». But he couldn’t utter a word anymore. Staring at her lips, he imagined their sugary taste and how soft they should be against his own lips. « Levi, what are you looking at? » she said. He couldn’t wait longer and, putting his hand on Hange’s waist, pulled her into him, bringing his lips close to hers. She leaned towards him and they finally shared a soft kiss, sweet as honey. They both closed their eyes as for the first time they tasted each other’s lips. « Lips like sugar, sugar kisses ».
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60 notes - publié le 30 novembre 2022
Mon billet n°1 en 2022
HANGE & HIMENO
Hange & Himeno fanart
ARTIST @flaryangel on Twitter
!!! PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDIT !!!
151 notes - publié le 25 novembre 2022
Obtenez votre année 2022 en revue sur Tumblr →
#tumblr2022#année en revue#mon année tumblr 2022 en revue#votre année tumblr en revue#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#omfg my longest tag is so ridiculous lmfao
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Why do you think jk not posting for white day or chineses Valentina's day like jm means he doesn't care or that he didn't do anything for him (if we think they are dating), for example, that time It was jin's birthday but tae didn't post anything, that doesn't mean he didn't congratulated him, we only know he did because they said It in a vlive, also there Is a vlive where the boys said jk only give presents to jm when it's his birhtday and that he doesn't do the same for the others (Its an old vlive), what i'm trying to say Is that it's kinda silly to analyze the boys for the interactions on social media, for what they publish or for what they don't.
In the end we don't know anything of how they truly are behind the scenes and the only think we can do is to assume the best from them and that they are not dating eachother haha
I know, that's why I said I would only talk about social media posts, because the possibilities for what happens behind the scenes are endless. We don't know what happens and we could be here all week speculating on that. So I just rounded it down to social media posts because
1) the whole thing started because I said I don't think that Jimin post was about "white day""" and
2) their social media congratulations is the only thing we see, it's what BTS themselves choose to put out there to the world.
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November 14th, 2022
It's been a little while since I've been on here, it's been unintentional. I tend to forget about things or start something and never finish. It's kind of the reason I have behind starting this blog in the first place. I am really irritated this morning because as soon as I walk outside to take my oldest to the bus stop, one of my neighbors starts yelling at me. I couldn't understand a word she was saying to me. The things I were able to make out was her angrly spewing "I hope you have a nice day, stupid fat bitch." I didn't really appreciate it. I didn't appreciate getting yelled at in any form or fashion this morning. To me it kind of sounded like she was threatening me and my child. If she does again then the proper authorities will definetly be called. On a happier note, my oldest child's birhtday party is sneaking up on me fast. I have SO much I've got to get done for it. Of course my child decides for his birthday he wants a Harry Potter theme and boy am I delivering. I am going all out this year because every year after this one my husband and I have decided to stop doing birthday parties. Now before you start asking why, here are some reasons:
No one ever shows up except family
They are expensive
No one eats the cake or cupcakes
They are a headache
I have 3 kids and 2 of them are only a week apart as well as very close to Christmas. We are still planning to celebrate our children's birth, just in a different way. Every year on their birthday we plan to take only that child and ourselves to a resturant of their choosing and giving them a present or two. If they so choose, we will take them and 1 to 3 friends to do something (skating, trampoline park, ect). So they aren't just being forgotten about, we are just simply saving unnecessary money. His birthday party decorations alone are going to cost $140. Yes, I do plan on going all out this year because it's Harry Potter, but still, that is a lot of fucking money. Luckily my ex is going to help with the cost. If no one shows up this year it will just prove my point even further on the no birthday party thing.
Let me just tell you guys why this party is going to be expensive.
We are having the talking Sorting Hat
The doorway is going to be the Platfrom and 3/4
I am making wands for everyone
I am getting my son Harry's wand
I am making ties for people to put on once they are sorted
The kitchen table will be covered in the Maurader's Map
The living room will have flying keys
Their will be potion bottles on the table
I will be making chocolate frogs
so yeah.....expensive.
Thank you for reading. :)
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GF - Shards of Glass 1/2
After over thirty years, Ma is getting paid a visit, all thanks to the persuasion of a sweater-making, pig-loving teenager. A loud HAPPY BIRTHDAY for Stanley and Stanford Pines, born June 15th 19?? (who cares?) Part 2 will be posted on June 30th to conclude the celebration of their existence. So stay tuned!
@thestanbros
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Mabel had never been on a plane before.
Well, okay, that wasn't entirely true; she had been on an airplane before, but she was so little back then and she didn't remember it now, so to her brain this was her first time on a plane, and she didn't like it much. She had to chew on gum the whole time to keep from getting a headache and the WiFi was too slow to function, so she daydreamed about the summer ahead as she watched the clouds roll by and imagined shapes.
Once, when she and Dipper were really little, maybe four or five, they had flown down to Ma Pines' house all the way in New Jersey for a holiday. Probably Thanksgiving since Mabel only had three memories of that trip. She remembered yummy sweet potatoes with marshmallows that she ate as much as she was allowed, she remembered the distinct smell of the flat, and she remembered…
"Attention passengers, we will be arriving in Glass Shard, New Jersey in five minutes. Please remain seated until instructed to exit the plane, and as always thanks for flying with us at…"
"Dipper, we're here!" Mabel cheered and checked her phone, her other hand busy petting a disturbed Waddles on her lap. By the time a message would load to her great uncles they would already be in front of them, so there was no point in sending a text to alert them of the arrival. "This is so exciting! A whole month sailing with my three favorite people in the world!"
"I'm so excited to see all the anomalies the guys were talking about." Dipper said, looking up from his special journal to smile at his twin. "Maybe we'll see a real adlet!"
"But first I wanna see where Grunkle Stan and Ford grew up!" Mabel piped in. "Maybe we'll see the cave where they found the Stan O' War!"
"Maybe," Dipper said, unsure how true that word was. "But don't you think they might not want to stay very long? I wouldn't be surprised if they want to set sail as soon as we get there."
"But what about their mom?" Mabel asked. "Don't they want to see her?"
Dipper looked down at the silver pinetree on his blue book. Their great-grandmother was a tough old bird (as Grandpa Shermie called her) and was still going in her early nineties. Grant it, she didn't do much besides give an occasional palm reading to keep herself busy, but she was definitely still around. Grandpa Shermie was good about staying in touch with her from what Dad said, and Dad called her every Sunday, but she was still relatively lonely due to the fact that her husband was gone (good riddance) and two of her sons hadn't spoken to her in thirty years. ("Stanford" had been very quiet during Stanley's funeral, had refused to attend Filbrick's, and when Grunkle Stan saw Dipper and Mabel being born he left just before Ma arrived at the hospital.) While a visit was way overdue, it might be too little too late.
"I'm sure they want to see her," Dipper finally said as he looked back up at Mabel. "But it might be too hard, now. And not just for them, you know? How would she take it? Would she even believe them?"
Mabel's attitude dropped a little bit more. She shrugged and scratched the spot Waddles can never reach. "I dunno… Dad took the news okay."
Dipper smiled. When their parents' had gotten Mabel's letter their mother didn't believe them, but their father took them seriously and only shrugged and said, "Yup, that sounds like my uncles, alright."
"I think it's a good idea to see Ma, but let's not pressure them, okay?" Dipper settled on.
"Don't worry, Bro-Bro." Mabel said confidently. "It'll all work out. Oo! Look, look, look! We're here! Look, Dipper, look!"
"Okay okay, I'm looking." Dipper chuckled as they both watched the ground come closer and closer, the plane landing safely on the runway and gliding peacefully.
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Ford had always been more collected and self-contained of the dynamic duo; this became apparent as he was able to stand perfectly calm in the airport with his hands on the pockets of his blue jacket while Stan tapped his foot impatiently and checked his phone every minute, even though he never received a notification or heard a ringtone. Ford smiled and came up with a joke to poke the bear with. "Well well, has Stanley Pines truly gone soft for two teenagers?"
"Shaddup." Stan growled but smiled back nonetheless.
"You know, a watched pot never boils. Just relax."
"I ain't worried or nothing, Poindexter," Stan defended. "Sorry that an uncle's excited to see his kids!"
"I'm happily anticipating their arrival, as well," Ford chuckled. "I'll admit it, Mabel's idea of sailing with us is a fantastic one. Why in the Multiverse she wanted to go so badly she felt compelled to beg for a month straight…"
"Believe it or not, the kids like us." Stan lightly punched his shoulder. "I'm sure all they want is to be stuck on a boat with two cool old men for a month with nothing but fish and an occasional monster for company."
"And a pig."
Stan snorted. "I try to forget that naked jerk."
"And we all know how great of a job you…" Ford cut himself off, turning red and fearing he had crossed a line, but Stan laughed loudly and slapped his knee.
"Okay okay, you got me there…"
"Stanley,"
"What?"
Just as Stan turned around, his eyes landed on the two most precious things in the world: a boy in a ushanka and navy blue vest with a green t-shirt and blue jeans, a journal in his hands and a large backpack on his shoulders, and a girl with shoulder-length brown hair kept back with a red headband, wearing a purple sweater with a big pink heart that held a golden fish and a golden six-fingered hand, a pig in her arms and a huge suitcase just busting at the seam with sweaters and arts n' crafts supplies.
Mabel grinned with teeth free of braces and tears in her eyes and let Waddles down so they could all run freely. Stan broke into a run for his pumpkin and ignored the squealing pig that arrived at him first by a split second, little hooves on his jeans and button eyes requesting cuddles. Stan scooped Mabel up into his arms and held her tight, her arms wrapped around his neck and her face in his shoulder. Dipper was at his legs in an instant and hugged him, not bothering to pretend it's a chokehold or a means to make the old guy trip and fall. Stan freed an arm to keep him close, and not even a second after Dipper joined the hug Ford was by his brother's side and Dipper adjusted to hug him, too.
Stan heard a small sniff and rubbed Mabel's back. "Sweetie, you're not crying, are you?"
Mabel lifted her head up from his shoulder to look at him, wiping away the tears on her cheeks and eyes. "N-No…" Her smile unwavering through her white lie.
Stan chuckled warmly and put her down next to her twin. "Alright, let us get a good look at you two."
"You've seen us at least once a week." Dipper reminded him. They video-chatted constantly and there wasn't a day they didn't exchange an email or a text message.
"This is different, now shaddap and let me work through my cataracts." Stan and Ford looked at the kids hungrily, who was looking back at them just the same, as if they couldn't absorb each other's appearances enough. Which was probably true. "You've both gotten taller."
"I'm taller than Mabel now!"
"By one milometer!"
"Now don't get short with your brother." Ford said with a smile, making every laugh, including Mabel, who shrugged with a "whatcha gonna do" atmosphere to it.
"And your teeth look amazing, pumpkin!" Stan commented; back in March she had gotten the braces removed and admitted to being unsure if her teeth looked good enough, but they dazzled beautifully when she grinned and apart from a painful reminder that she was growing up, Stan was pleased with the new change.
"And the pictures and video don't do your hair justice. You look beautiful." Ford got on one knee and ruffled her hair, making her giggle and playfully swat his hand away. "I must ask, was there a reason for the new hairstyle, or did you simply fancy trying something new?"
"Let's just say an arts n' crafts accident didn't leave me much choice." Mabel said with a wink.
"She set her hair on fire and we had to cut off the dead ends." Dipper spoiled.
"Dipper! I gotta keep some secrets! It makes me look cool and mysterious!"
"No more secret, sweetie." Stan laughed alongside her.
"And Dipper, my boy, you've certainly grown up a lot since we've last seen you." Ford noted as he stood back up.
"Yeah, who gave you permission to look more manly and junk?"
Dipper rolled his eyes at Grunkle Stan's comment, but Mabel chimed in first. "He's already grown five chest hairs! I bet he named them, too."
"I did not!"
"He won't let me see, though…"
"Last time you saw my chest hair you put it in your scrapbook!"
"That's cuz it was your first, Dip-Dip. The rest aren't as special."
The uncles laughed at the kids' playful bickering and Stan took Mabel's suitcase and they ventured out of the airport with Waddles in Mabel's arms.
With the airport being on the furthest side of town from the beach, Stan flagged down a cab and they piled in for the docks. The entire car-ride they filled each other in on their lives, the kids talking about school and the adults giving brief summaries of some of their adventures. Waddles moved from Mabel's lap to Stan's, and without a single comment and only funny looks from the others, Stan scratched the pig as he talked and listened.
At long last the cab pulled up to the docks and the kids ran out, tired of sitting after a six-hour flight and a twenty-minute car ride, while Ford paid for the ride. The younger set of twins raced to the boat they had only seen pictures of and marveled at the vessel before them. Already showing signs of harsh weather and tons of love, the Stan O' War II stood strong on the gentle sea salt waves, the white letter shining in the early-afternoon sun. With a cozy cabin with a downstairs bedroom and an upstairs everything room, a hardtop for astronomy and sunbathing, and a big enough cockpit for the small family, the Stan O' War II had been an excellent home for the old pair of twins and the younger pair of twins were excited to live here for the first half of summer.
"There she is, kids!" Stan said proudly, a hand on Dipper's shoulder. "This ole girl survived Fiji Monkeys, sirens, and five different krakens. It's completely and totally safe." And then a piece of the antenna for the TV fell off.
"Grunkle Stan, if we can survive in the Mystery Shack for an entire summer, I think we'll be fine here." Dipper said while Mabel ran up to the boat and climbed up with Ford behind her.
"What do you think, my dear?"
"It's BEAUTIFUL!" Mabel squealed and hoisted Waddles up into the boat with them, her eyes sparkling with stars as she took in every detail. "I can't wait to get splinters and name all the moldy spots!"
"Unfortunately, there aren't any moldy spots yet." Ford chuckled. "But there are some craters in the wood that haven't been named."
"Leave that to Mabel!"
When Stan and Dipper joined them, the old men took the kids downstairs to the bedroom to unload their things and get situated. What once used to only hold a set of bunk beds and a dresser now also hosted a set of hammocks hooked to the wall and the dresser, one on top of the other for the kids. Mabel squealed with delight and snuggled into the lower one (still a little afraid of heights) and Dipper said, "Whoa, cool! Thanks, guys."
"Well, can't have you two gremlins sleeping out on deck, can we?" Stan asked. He clapped his hands together and declared, "Alright! You two get settled while Ford and I get us out at sea…"
Mabel sat up on her knees, her hands on the edge of the hammock. "Wait, Grunkle Stan! Aren't you gonna give us the grand tour?"
Stan shrugged. "It's a small boat. Not much to tour, kid."
"I mean Glass Shard Beach." Mabel pressed. "You could show us that old candy store and your swing-set and the boardwalk you used to play in!"
Ford looked over at his brother; while he could stomach saying here a little longer, he wasn't sure how comfortable Stan was taking a trip down memory lane, but then again Stan was always preaching about how "the past's in the past" and "old memories shouldn't stop us from making newer, better ones," but that didn't excuse the fact that Stan had been quick to suggest leaving the docks as soon as they picked up the kids and get the supplies they needed when they first arrived.
But Stan smiled, crossed his arms over his chest, and smirked, "I don't see why not? You cool with it, Sixer?"
Ford smiled at his family. "I think it's a wonderful idea. The boardwalk should be open, maybe the Freak Show is still there."
"Freak Show?! Let's go!" Mabel hopped out of her hammock and the four left the boat for town.
Walking alongside the beach and letting Mabel ride on Stan's shoulders, the kids got a good glimpse of the town. They eventually decide to walk into it on the way to the boardwalk, the old men wondering how much Glass Shard had changed.
It was an odd combination of "nothing changes" and "everything changes". The buildings were still the same, not much torn down or rebuilt, but the interiors were mostly updated or something completely different. They passed the Juke Joint and Stan found he couldn't ignore the growl in his stomach. Nothing but the staff had changed (and the prices had gone up due to inflation), the wall art and food and music still the same, but they had a fun time in the diner as the adults told the kids why What's New Kittycat wasn't an option in the jukebox.
After the late lunch, they were just about to enter the boardwalk when they spotted the candy store that mostly sold saltwater taffy, but they also sold jelly jeans, toffee peanuts, peanut brittle, and any kind of candy anyone could want. Though the store had been given a clean update since Ford and Stan were children, the candy was better than they remembered and they all filled their pockets with bags of sweets. Then they strolled along the Boardwalk and while they didn't play many games, the Stan-twins had a lot of fun telling stories that came along with each and every booth.
At the end, in a giant tent with a devil at the front, stood the Freak Show. Of course, none of the adults from the old men's childhood were still around, except for one muscular guy with tons of tattoos who growled at Mabel like an animal but then broke into a smile as she complimented his look and asked where she could get a cool tattoo of a headless seagull.
"Well, tear off my limbs and call me the next human pickle!" The very old tattoo guy said, his hair white and his skin in wrinkles, but his muscles still somehow very toned and his tattoos still clear as ever. "Good ole Six Fingers! How've you two been? These squirts normies?"
Dipper pulled off his hat and pushed back his bangs. "Who you calling normie?"
The whole tent gasped and a woman with hair growing all over her face said tearfully, "One of us."
"Yup, these little weirdos are Dipper and Mabel, our brother's grandkids." Stan introduced proudly.
"Aw, well ain't that swell!" A puppet said for it's puppeteer.
"So wait, you knew our great-uncles when they were kids?" Dipper asked the oldest weirdo.
"Tell us some embarrassing stories about them!" Mabel bugged, her hands on the guy's knee.
The old tattooed guy laughed. "Embarrassing?! Ha! Your uncles were cool little weirdos who made this dock more bearable! Nearly caught a devil at ten-years-old to boot!..."
"You did WHAT?!" The kids gasped at their beaming uncles.
"... Stan over there knew more swears than anyone else his age and Ford knew more secrets than anyone ever. Those two were hands-down the best pair of twins this side of the Mississippi!"
Ford, who was rosy in his cheeks, had his hands in his pockets and commented, "The Sibling Brothers would have loved to disagree."
"What who now?" Mabel asked.
"The worst pair of uptight dorks you would ever meet," Stan growled. "Ascot and Dickie. Blond-haired rich kids who claimed that no one solved a case quicker than them, but who found the Jersey Devil first, ey?!"
"You found WHAT?!"
"I wonder whatever happened to them." Ford pondered as he held his cleft chin.
"Who cares?" Stan said and motioned the kids out of the tent. "Now let's get outta here so I can show you what happens when a pelican eats a firecracker!"
"Stanley, no!"
"Stanley, YES!"
When the sun was setting beautifully on the ocean, the grunkles bought everyone some ice cream and they sat at the edge of the boardwalk to eat. At one point Stan got ice cream on his shirt with a small "Boo!" and had to leave to clean it off, but then got sidetracked and tried to cheat at a booth. Ford went over to rangle his brother, leaving the kids alone.
"Isn't this place great?" Mabel asked with Waddles licking her strawberry ice cream. "They were so lucky to grow up on a beach! Piedmont is so boring."
Dipper smiled at his sister and opened his mouth to respond, but something else caught his attention. A pair of look-alike kids were snickering and laughing as Grunkle Stan and Ford fought off a mean seagull that was trying to peek at the ice cream on Stan's chest. It was a cruel snicker, one the old men couldn't hear, but the kids could, only being a few feet away from them.
"What a couple of fools." The girl with short blonde curls laughed with a slight English accent.
"And does that one have six fingers?" The boy sneered with peering eyes, his hair greased and parted down the middle. "Ugh."
"Hey, hey!" Dipper snapped and stood up, pointing at the rude pair of siblings. "Shut it." He said darkly.
The boy scoffed with a cheeky smile. "Or what? What does it matter to you?"
"Yeah, you leave Grunkle Stan and Ford alone!" Mabel demanded, standing by her brother's side.
"Wait," The girl looked back at the old men, still fighting off the bird, and she cackled a mean laugh. "Six fingers? Rags for clothes? Stan and Ford? Are you the Pines family?"
Dipper and Mabel glared at them. "Yeah? So what?"
"I haven't heard that name since Uncle Ascot and Uncle Dickie told us about how they conquered the Jersey Devil and tricked some monsters to make the boys run away crying." The boy marveled.
Dipper and Mabel glared daggers at the kids, ready to snap at them, but a pair of adults came up behind the mean kids and a voice said coldly, "Bernard, Silvia, play nicely."
Mabel snickered. "Bernard…"
Dipper looked at the men who were around Ford and Stan's age. Their blond hair was freckled with gray, one of the men had a twirly mustache and wore a red and brown sweater-vest combo while the other was clean-shaved and wore a blue polo with khakis. Their blue eyes were cold and mean, and Mabel and Dipper instantly didn't like them. Ascot and Dickie smiled maliciously; these kids looked nearly identical to those pains in their sides. "I see twins run in your family, as well, do they?"
"Excellent deduction, Dickie." His brother commented. "My my my, I didn't think this town could get any worse, but here we are. Once again terrorized by the discount Mystery Twins."
"Hey!" Mabel snapped. "We're awesome! Our grunkles are the best! They go on super cool adventures all the time!"
Meanwhile Stan kicked the seagull away, making it squawk and dive for his red beanie. While Stan grabbed his hat in time and tugged, Ford grabbed the bird and pulled furiously.
Ascot and Dickie rolled their eyes in unison. "We can see that."
Huffing and puffing, Ford and Stan walked up to their kids while Stan readjusted his beanie and smiled down at the best pair of Mystery Twins he knew. "Kids, if we hurry we might make it to…"
Ford's eyes widened and then narrowed darkly. "No. Way."
"What? What…" Stan looked up and growled like an angry bulldog, a hand on Dipper and Mabel's shoulder instinctively. "Oh, great. You two."
"And so the Pines twins come crawling back, eh?" Ascot snorted. "I do hope the mysterious findings out in the West have served you well, Stanford, as you preached it would." He and his family looked up and down at their faded jeans and gruff stature.
"Clearly not." Dickie and the let slip his downfall. "And here I thought your family couldn't sink any lower."
He screamed as a pig bit his ankle and Stan stole the moment of weakness for his advantage, punching the old jerk in the face and Dickie slapping him in return, the two getting into a fight. The moment Stan punched Dickie, Ascot nearly punched Stan in retaliation, but Ford jumped him and started rolling on the docks with him. Mabel shrugged and pulled on Silvia's hair and punched her on the cheek while Bernard and Dipper began slapping each other.
And that was how Stan and Ford ended up fleeing from the cops with a teenager in their arms. Stan had to pull Mabel off of the girl like an angry cat at the sound of the sirens and Ford carried Dipper merely because the old scientist was much faster than the boy.
Luckily no one was hurt, aside from some bruises on their limbs from fighting, but Silvia had grabbed Mabel's arm awkwardly at some point during the fight and her long nails scratched Mabel's skin, actually just deep enough to make a bead or two of blood. So Ford sat Mabel on the table, her sleeve rolled up, while he tried to disinfect her injury, but Mabel kept pulling away and whimpering at the painful medicine.
"Mabel, please, you're worse than Stanley was." Ford said to ease the situation.
Mabel smiled and gripped his hand a little tighter as the medicine stung her arm. Ford then quickly wrapped it up as he scolded. "And really Stanley, you couldn't have controlled your temper?"
"You're one to talk, you jumped Ascot!"
"He was about to attack you!"
"Whatever, you were both awesome!" Dipper cheered.
"Yeah! Did you see the black eyes Dickie had!" Mabel laughed. "He'll be avoiding cameras for weeks!"
"Who says it never ends well to see old friends?" Stan asked and opened the cabinet to get started on a late dinner.
Over baked beans and hotdogs, or Beanies and Weenies as the Pines called them, Stan and Ford shared their plan with Dipper and Mabel, the map laid out on the table and the trail through Canada's islands written in pencil. The kids were beyond excited. The plan was actually pretty straightforward; they were all going home to Gravity Falls together. After first exploring Boston (mostly so the nerds in the family could geek about American History), they were going up north past Prince Edward Island and the Gulf of St. Lawrence, crossing the Labrador Sea for the Baffin Bay, passing the Cornwallis, Bathrust, and Melville Islands, sailing over the Beaufort Sea, down through the Chukchi Sea, and dipping around Alaska and down south for America until they arrived at Florence so the Stan O' War II could rest for whatever remained of summer.
"This looks incredible!" Dipper said, eyeing the newspaper articles on monsters around Canada and the foggy photographs that accompanied it.
"I'm so excited!" Mabel cheered, shoving her cheeks full of Beanies and Weenies.
"Then we'll head out first thing tomorrow!" Stan declared.
"Actually, can we go see Ma first?"
It was like a record had screeched horribly. Stan's whole body tensed, his jaw was tighter, and he was gripping his spoon much tighter than necessary. Ford, however, looked like he was caving in himself, like an animal curling up in fear to hide, his back hunched over and his head a bit lower. Dipper glared at his sister. "Mabel," He hissed in his warning tone.
"What?" Mabel asked gently. "I miss her. It'd be good to see her again, don't you think?"
"Well yeah, but…"
"I didn't know you had met her." Ford mumbled with a soft smile.
Mabel grinned. "Yeah! We talked on the phone sometimes when Dad would call. And we went to see her once. She loves us! She's super cool! She's the one that told me I'd one day marry a really handsome guy."
"She only said that cuz you wouldn't quit begging her to read your palm." Dipper sneered with a smile. "You know all her fortunes were fake, right?"
"The love behind them wasn't." Mabel insisted. "Come on, can't see just go say hello? We're already here, we might as well. She'd be so surprised!"
"I don't think that's a good idea, my dear." Ford said quietly.
"Why not?" Mabel asked gently.
"Well… given everything that has happened… it would just be very difficult."
"So is defeating a triangle demon, but you guys did it together, didn't you?" Mabel said with a soothing smile. She covered one of Ford's polydactyl hands and squeezed it reassuringly. "I know it'll be hard, but I think we should go see her? Don't you want to say hello?"
"Of course I do." Ford said quickly. "She's my mother, but…" His eyes went to Stan, suddenly concerned about something. "Stanley, you've been very quiet."
Mabel looked at her hero to find him engulfed in shame. She wondered if he had looked like that after Ford was lost behind the portal. He held his head with one hand, his elbows on the table, and the strong grunkle she knew resembled a tired old man too much for her liking. Mabel's heart dropped when she came to the conclusion that she caused that pain. "Grunkle Stan…"
"Look, it's no secret I did a bad job of staying in touch with her even before the portal business." Stan started with. "I definitely went months without a payphone for her."
"You're not the only one to blame." Ford sighed. "I hardly called her when I was in college and nothing changed when I moved to Gravity Falls. Fiddleford was actually the one who encouraged me to call her one day the summer before… before everything happened. That was the last time I spoke to her."
"Yeah well, I kept that character trait in my portrayal of you, Sixer." Stan growled, his anger at himself. "You know her; she's too smart. One long look at me and she would've known who I was. You can't fool the best conwoman in New Jersey. So I just straight-up avoided her. I didn't even go to Pa's funeral and showed up early to see you two gremlins being born, all so I could avoid her. And I would've been too tempted to dance on someone's grave if I had gone to the funeral." He added.
"Stanley,"
"Kidding, that was a joke. The point is, just popping in after all these years seems too little too late in my book. So, no. sorry, but we're not going."
"Grunkle Stan," Mabel said as soft as a kitten and got down from the table to stand next to him. "I'm sure Ma would wanna see you."
"I don't think so, sweetie…"
"That's not true." Mabel said firmly. "She loves you both. All moms love their kids, no matter how many stupid mistakes they make, or how old and grunkly they get." She added, making Stan crack a smile that didn't last long. "It doesn't matter how mad our mom would be, she'd still wanna talk to us. She even forgave Dipper for breaking her favorite mug."
"Geez, it's been five years…"
"And you still haven't replaced it, Dip-Dip." Mabel said and focused her attention on both of the old guys. "If you two really don't think you can go see Ma, it's okay. We don't have to go. But I think you guys want to go, and you two need to go. She needs to know the truth, she needs to know you're okay, and even if she doesn't take it well, at least you can say you tried and you won't have to worry about it anymore."
Stan and Ford's eyes flickered to each other to use that awesome twin-telepathy they had or whatever. Or maybe they were just close enough to be able to read minds with a single facial expression to go off of. Either way, Stan gently ruffled Mabel's hair with a smile and said, "Alright, we'll go see Ma tomorrow after breakfast."
Mabel wanted to cheer and shout and punch the air victoriously, but she managed to catch herself in time and only allowed a quiet "yes!" before hugging Grunkle Stan and saying, "I'm so proud of you guys." She quickly hugged Ford before returning to her dinner, choosing to ignore the star-struck looks on the old men's faces.
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A few hours later and Mabel was sitting criss-cross in her hammock, wearing pajamas while knitting. The gentle clicking of her needles harmonized with the gentle rocking of the waves and her grunkle's humming from the tiny bathroom. Dipper was above her, reading a book quickly before bed, and when Stan emerged from the bathroom in his boxers and undershirt, taking his gray hair damp with a towel, and saw that his twin wasn't preparing for bed, he growled, "Sixer, do I have to drug you again?! Get down here!"
"I'm coming!" Ford called back.
Stan rolled his eyes. "Yeesh. You kids settled in okay?"
"Yeah," Dipper said casually.
"I love these hammocks!" Mabel said, rocking hers a little with joy. "Maybe we should replace the mattresses at the Shack with these!"
Stan chuckled as he threw his towel at the foot of the bunk bed and he noticed the beautiful deep violet yarn in his niece's lap. "Whatcha workin' on, Mabel? 'Nother sweater?"
"Yup!" Mabel said proudly to show a thick and cozy purple sweater that was a little more detailed than her usual creations. While this one lacked any pictures or designs, the sleeves had been woven with a special pattern down the arm and the wrists and neck were so thick and fluffy they resembled odd clouds you could sink into. "I wanna show Ma how much better I've gotten since she taught me."
Surprisingly, the mention of his mother made Stan smile, not frown. Ford came down the stairs just in time to hear Mabel say that, and they both smiled tiredly at their niece. "I didn't know she taught you how to knit."
"Oh yeah," Mabel said with a nod and resumed her work. "When Dipper and I were four or five we visited her for Thanksgiving with Mom and Dad and Grandma and Grandpa. I don't remember much about it, but I remember the delicious sweet potatoes with marshmallows, the flat's smell, and that Ma taught me how to knit. Mom and Dad and Grandma were busy in the kitchen and didn't want my help (I still have no idea why), and Grandpa Shermie had fallen asleep while watching the parade. Ma sat in this rocking chair, and at first I thought she was a witch and doing magic, making two shiny sticks click together to make something, but Ma laughed and explained what she was doing and asked if I wanted to do it, too. So she let me sit on her lap and follow her hands as we made a really pretty blanket until dinner was ready. Ma even let me take some yarn and a pair of needles home with me, and I haven't stopped knitting since."
Stan smiled, sitting on the bottom bunk. "That's really cool, sweetie."
Ford, who had slipped into the bathroom to change into his blue flannel pajamas, called from the other side of the door, "She will love a Mabel Pines original."
"Thanks. I hope so." Mabel inspected her work and gave a quick nod of approval before packing it away in her suitcase and curling up for bed.
One by one everyone settled down. Ford emerged with clean teeth and pajamas and climbed up to his bed, putting his glasses up on a shelf by his head. Dipper turned off the lamp on top of the dresser, leaving only Stan's nightstand-lamp on, and he set his book down and began to settle. Stan was just about to turn off his lamp, but Mabel sat up and gasped, "Wait! You guys! Tell us about the Jersey Devil!"
Dipper sat up excitedly and sided with his twin. "Yeah! When were you gonna tell us that one, anyways?"
Stan shrugged with a cheeky smile and Ford chuckled. "Oh come on, you don't wanna hear about the first pair of Mystery Twins." Stan teased, waving the idea away.
"Yeah we do!" Dipper argued with a grin. "Come on!"
"It can even be our bedtime story!" Mabel suggested, snuggling into her blankets and smiling at her uncle with those adorable eyes and cheeks no man was immune to.
"How old are you again?"
"Oh, just tell them, Stanley."
"Alright alright," Stan rubbed his hands together with a toothy grin and wiggled his fingers to begin the story. "The year was 1960-something in Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. Summer had just started, but before we could figure out which urban legend to hunt down that day, Pa called for Stanford and was really mad about something…"
"Now, hold on, Stanley." Ford said, sitting up a little from lying on his front and listening to his brother's story. "Pa called for both of us! In fact, we called for 'Stan Pines' but we both knew that meant he wanted us both."
"What?!" Stan gasped, pretending to be offended. "Me, innocent and perfect, being angrily called? Never!"
Dipper and Mabel laughed, not sure if Stan had ever truly been innocent, and so from that point forward the elder twins told the story together, interrupting each other with corrected versions of the story and doubling the runtime, but the kids weren't complaining. Hearing about the old Freak Show, killing the Sibling Brothers, and basically acting how Dipper and Mabel would act on a search for the devil, was hands-down the best bedtime story in the history of bedtime stories, and by the time they had gotten to the part where Shanklin the Stab-Possum saved the day, Waddles was asleep on Stan's bed and the kids were shiny-eyed.
"And that's how Stanley and I ended up grounded for the summer." Ford concluded with, adding in a shrug. "To be honest, we didn't even mind. Solitary confinement is't so bad with the right prison mate. Pa was angry when Stan confessed, but I think some small part of him appreciated the honesty. I guess I'll never know."
"And that's when you two knew you'd be adventuring together for the rest of your lives and everyone lived happily ever after!" Mabel cheered.
Ford laughed at her adorable nature and commented, "I suppose we did."
"Alright, everyone get some shut eye." Stan gruffed as he laid down, gently pushing Waddles out of the way so he could rest his legs, but all that did was cause the pig to trot up to his hand and lay underneath it for sleep. "G'night."
Three voices returned the wish for pleasant dreams and Stan turned off the lamp. The room was soon filled with the gentle snores of the four Pines, escaping into a world entirely their own.
#GF#gravity falls#ford pines#stan pines#mabel pines#dipper pines#week 2: birhtday#june 15th#HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!#ANGST AND FLUFF
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Could you maybe write some Elu fluff?
could you maybe write a fic about season 1 and season 2 Lucas that leads up to him today??
It wasn’t really his thing to celebrate his birthday. Most of the times, it was just another day. He would cut himself some extra slack if he didn’t study on those days or if he smoked a little more or drinking an extra beer, but that was about it.
Lucas can’t remember the last time he had an actual party for his birthday. So this night feels like one of those that he’ll remember forever. Everyone he loves came, he saw his mom earlier today for a lunch date and he knows this was all Eliott.
Who would have thought that Eliott is a very good party planner. Lucas can’t stop thinking about it. In his normal spirit, it’s already hard to stop thinking about his boyfriend, but he’s used to it by now. He can live his life, study, spend quality time with his friends and mom and in the back of his head, it’s always this overwhelming sensation that Eliott is the best. That Lucas is actually that lucky to be with someone that he loves madly and that loves him back just as much.
But today it’s hard to focus on something else.
There are photos of him everywhere and it should make him feel so self-aware, ashamed of how fucked up he was in the past, but he keeps being happy to see his younger self. Being the worst person ever or not, it brought Lucas to where he is now, with Eliott and surrounded by people that care about him, so maybe he didn’t fuck up so bad that his karma would ruin his whole life.
“Hi, birhtday boy.” An arm comes from behind, around his neck and Manon kisses his cheek, putting her weight behind his back, cheek to cheek now, watching the party.
“Hi!” Lucas kisses the back of her hand, thinking he needs a bottle of water if his rough voice is anything to go by.
“Are you having fun?”
“Yes. So fucking much. Thank you. I know you helped him. I can almost see you calling my mom for this stupid fucking pictures.”
“It was a minor help, I gotta admit. Eliott is the one you should thank. I’m sure you’ll thank later, in bed.” She whispers the last few words in his ear and they both laugh.
“You know me well.”
“How are things between you two? Good?”
“Yeah, chill. Everything is good.”
“Good!” Lucas laughs. If he’s tipsty, Manon is about to be so drunk. She might need to sleep on their couch tonight, but it’s good to see her letting herself be reckless and have a good time around people that’ll always have her back.
Eliott walks past them to get some beer and their eyes meet like they’re some strangers, flirting at a party and Manon is there, happily watching.
Manon snorts against his cheek when Eliott is finally gone again and Lucas laughs, they’re so stupid!
“He’s hot, you know.”
Lucas sighs and drinks the rest of his beer. He knows that too well.
“I know. It’s ridiculous.”
“When I got back, the girls were all about him. I’m pretty sure the whole school thought he was the hottest guy there is. And you got him.”
Lucas leans against her biceps, watching his best friend and boyfriend talk excitedly about something.
“It’s not my fault that I’m better than all of you combine.”
Manon drops down from his neck, putting her drink on the counter, raising her eyebrows.
“You wish!”
And she dances back, meeting the girl at his living room. On their tiny island inside the kitchen there’s the old photo he, Yann and Emma took when they were still together.
Yann had won that giant teddy bear and gave it to Emma and Lucas used it to play his “girlfriend” at that date. Sometimes it was hard to be around them when they were together. Lucas would stare for too long, thinking stupid things, wondering if he would ever had the chance to feel what they were feeling, even if they were fighting.
When he moved out of his place, he felt like that was the rock bottom. At least it couldn’t get worst than that. It did, but not the way he was expecting. Turns out that fighting with someone you love is really not fun, at all. Even the stupid fights.
But moving out was definetetly his worst. Most of the bad moments after that, Lucas knew he had Eliott, or a piece of him to remember for the rest of his life. When he saw Eliott and Lucille back together, he thought that maybe that was it.
The moments in between were the best he was going to get. A love story that only lasted a few weeks.
“Finally, I find you alone.” Eliott’s voice makes him jump, noticing his boyfriend right there, standing by his side, smiling with the acidental scare.
“Sorry, mon amour.” Eliott’s hand goes to the back of his heck, giving some support when Eliott kisses his cheek, making Lucas’ head bent to the other side.
“You were looking for me?”
“Since the day I was born.” Lucas laughs, but moves closer to Eliott, looking up, asking for a kiss. Eliott smiles wider, looking at Lucas so carefully, his soft eyes scanning every inch of his face like he does sometimes, his thumbs gently following some birthmarks and some scars that Lucas knows he has on his face.
“Happy birthday, love of my life.” Lucas needs a second to understand he’s supposed to say something, keeps just looking at how beautiful Eliott is and how good his hands feel.
“Thank you. And thank you for existing and for making this, this party and stuff. You didn’t have to.”
“We need to celebrate you!” Eliott tells like it’s something obvious and right, bumping their foreheads together.
“I’m not that worthy of celebration.” Lucas lets it slip, thinking out loud the things he doesn’t really share with others. Eliott frowns, sighing, holding Lucas’ head more carefully.
“You are. You’re the best person I know. An amazing friend, funny, thoughtful, so brave, so smart. You’re also a very good cook, so gentle, so willing. Fuck, you’re the best, Lucas. The actual best. And I’m lucky to be with you.”
“Stop...” He whispers and Eliott presses their lips together for a long moment.
“I love you. There’s nothing better to me than to celebrate you, in every way possible.”
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Omg, so Sherri calls you and loveislove bullies and asks people to support the stalker and to block you. How convenient to shut down deal talk and to keep your sheeple under control. Unvelievable
Anon 2: Sending love in your direction. You are very much appreciated and your point of view respected, as it should be. Everybody has the right to an opinion. Schoolyard tactics going on and you're copping it unfairly. So, sending you love and appreciation xx
Anon 3: “Don’t engage with them.” “Don’t be silent.” Uuhhh, which way does she want it? You’ve got my support Moo. I read many blogs, but tend to side with your views. I’m glad anons can’t be blocked from reading.
Thanks guys for the support! Though really it’s in one post and out of the other. I have so many things to say about it. Gonna try sum them up here very quickly:
- that’s from the woman who wanted a truce with Shitner and Fatmuso. She was ready to throw half her fellow shippers under the bus for a pat in the back and the fandom peace maker medal.
- I know I have trouble with the language and not being native but I think when she thought she was in charge of the ship she must have heard “sheep”. That’s the only way the “my source, my friend in the know and my ginger anon that only shows up in times of real shit and crises” can work, no questions asked.
- while she’s attacking me and Loveislove no one is asking her about her source, or Ginger anon (seriously, an anon? anyone being able to send any shit they want, with zero evidence about it?) or talking about how SHW’s story has changed several times since she first posted it and how she’s unable to give a staright answer too. Diversion.
- They are of the “I’m gonna have my cake and eat yours too” over there regarding Tumblr. They would post whatever they would want in their own blogs and send shade to others using anons then they would come to infiltrate my own posts trying to steer and change the talk there. No thanks ladies, that’s not how it works. Want to manipulate people, keep it to your own house.
- I’m only doing what I have been doing each time shit has hit the fan in shipperland, asking those with sources and claiming they know 100% SC are together what they have to say about a Catalina and Antonio wedding. And I get no answers, just laugh.
- I remember the engagement from hell mess and how people were in denial saying it was another couple who got engaged or that journo was drunk or any other excuse you could imagine calling us who thought it was C histerics and drama queens. Only admited it was C when People exclusive came out with her name and she debuted her ring.
- I have to go by what we are given and last week and weekend we were handed a spelled out W - E- D - D - I - N - G to put the letters together. If my fault here is buying it then by all means I’m guilty. We could have had just WED- and made up the rest out of speculation, but in my opinion we got the full word, maybe we are missing only the G at the end. But at the same time, those who keep denying it selling it was a birhtday or a baptism or any other shit are ignoring on purpose half of the stuff we were presented with. What are the rules then? Do we get to believe only the parts that fit us and negate the ones that don’t?
I’m sure I will think of more stuff but that’s it for now.
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Here are the prompts for the Shinsou Hitoshi Week 2018, which will run from July 1st until 7th. Thank you so much to everyone who voted in our poll and sent prompt suggestions!
Day 1: Birthday!
Day 2: Cats / Hero
Day 3: Mythology / Friends
Day 4: Family / Discovering my quirk
Day 5: Sleepless / Relaxing & rest
Day 6: Happy day / Fears
Day 7: Your choice
Be sure to use the tag #shinsouhitoshiweek and/or #shinsouhitoshiweek2018 in the first 5 tags.
Feel free to read our rules, check the schedule and send us a message if you have any doubts!!
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Weekly Recap #54 (November 05 – November 11, 2018)
It's the first week of the comeback and as usual; TWICE has broken a few more records of their own but more than that! YES or YES is such a bop and it has been an exciting week for the girls and us fans!
Here’s what happened this week:
November 05 - TWICE released the MV for their new title track ‘Yes or Yes’ from their 6th Mini album with the same name.
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On the same day, Mina uploaded an IG photo reminding ONCEs that they’re going to meet for the comeback showcase. They performed their past hit songs and played games with ONCEs and finally showcasing their new release ‘Yes or Yes’ as a finale.
Just right after the comeback showcase Momo uploaded some photos in IG to tell ONCEs that she was touched with the cheers from today’s event.
Aside from all that, Mina’s Beanpole Sport making film was released.
November 06 - On a tuesday, Naver released TWICE’s ‘Yes or Yes’ Jacket making photos. They just get prettier and prettier with each comeback.
Dahyun’s Beanpole Sport making film was uploaded to Beanpole sport instagram. She’s just as cute and energetic as ever!
TWICE made their first variety show appearance after the song was released! Check out V live for Idol Room ft. TWICE. The girls never fail to make us laugh! They played various games amongst themselves and Jihyo once again proved that she’s called GodJihyo for a reason ;)
Nayeon and Sana also uploaded some photos on instagram. Seems like we’re being blessed with IG posts for this comeback~
November 07 - This was a special day! TWICE won 3 awards in MBC Plus x Genie Music Awards and THAT includes a daesang or major award! Also performing their new song for the first time in national television.
The girls had their first radio show appearance in SBS PowerFM Choi Hwajung’s Power Time and talked about their daily episodes including Tzuyu pranking Jeongyeon with her birthday gift.
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Chaeyoung’s Beanpole Sport making film has also been released!
TWICE uploaded a Vlive of Jeongyeon playing around in the middle of autumn. The girls also received their first All-kill for ‘Yes or Yes’!
And a couple of IG updates from our girls! (1)(2)
November 08 - TWICE had their first music show appearance on Mnet M!Countdown with Sana, Nayeon and Chaeyoung as special MCs. Performing their title track ‘Yes or Yes’ and ‘BDZ’ Korean ver.
Guesting in Cultwo show for their second radio show appearance.
Beanpole Sport also released Tzuyu’s making film.
And to complete the day! A bunch of IG updates to bless you (1)(2)(3)
November 09 - It’s a FRIDAY! and Momo’s day! And their second Music show appearance for ‘Yes or Yes’ in KBS2 Music Bank~
JYPFans revealed some unreleased Photo’s of Momo for her birhtday and that’s just the start of the photo flood.
The members each took turns into greeting Momo through their instagram. Momo also expressed her feelings through an IG update thanking fans and the members for all the greetings. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)
Beside the greetings, there were a couple of random IG photos uploaded on the same day! (1)(2)(3)
Spotify gave us a nice clip of the girls being adorkable while singing their new song ‘Yes or Yes’ You just can’t not enjoy this!
November 10 - The weekend is here but TWICE still keeps on a tight schedule and attending a JYPE staff’s wedding just might be one of them.
TWICE singing Yes or Yes for the bride and groom might just be the best thing in a wedding if you ask me~
in the same day, Jihyo posted in instagram a series of chats. A conversation of her mom and someone who’s posing as her to get money. Jihyo was obviously not taking any more of this and JYPE also released a statement about infringing their artist’s privacy. Hopefully, the poser gets caught and the girls’ private lives remain private.
AND just the right way to end the day with stunning photos of the girls for OhBoy! magazine for their ninth year special.
(NY)(JY)(MM)(SN)(JH)(MN)(DH)(CY)(TY)(OT9)
Sana also posted on instagram with the hashtag, #OhBoy
TWICE received their first PAK for ‘Yes or Yes’ for the 01:30PM KST instiz chart update.
November 11 - The first week of promotion is almost finished. TWICE appeared for inkigayo also performing ‘Yes or Yes’ and ‘BDZ’
Also being blessed with more OhBoy! Magazine photos just perfect as new wallpapers, don’t you think~
(NJM)(SJM)(DCT)(ot9.1)(ot9.2)
The girls keeps on feeding us with more instagram updates from Momo, Dahyun, Tzuyu, Chaeyoung and Sana (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)
TWICE continues to receive Perfect All-Kill for the day.
Ending the first week of promotions with a bang. This will be more to come! Stay tuned!
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Here are the prompts for Week 2017, which will run from Nov 1st until 7th. Thank you so much to everyone who voted in our poll and sent prompt suggestions!
Day 1: Birhtday!
Day 2: Training Days
Day 3: Animals
Day 4: Humanity’s original strongest
Day 5: Muscles
Day 6: Day off
Day 7: AU (Alternate Universe)
Be sure to use the tag #mikezachariasweek and/or #mikezachariasweek2017 in the first 5 tags.
Don’t forget to read the rules, check the schedule and send us a message if you have any doubts!
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Who's celebrating a birthday next month? I have 2! my husband and my lil one Penelope! This "Birhtday Wish" 🎂 Collection is listed and live. Ready to place in your cart for this Friday PBC sale!!! I will be adding more through out this week, but Everything will be listed by Thursday so you can load your cart up! xoxoxo🎀🎂
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TOTGA
“Lahat tayo mayroong the one that got away. He or she can be an ex boyfriend or ex girlfriend, dati mong niligawan o manliligaw or someone na we had connected in the past.”
Ako aminado ako I mayroon akong the one that got away, pero dahil sa wrong timing at maling desisyon ko sa buhay nawala siya.I’m in a relationship right now we’ve been together for 10 years I can say that I’m very happy with him but sometimes I can’t help but to think about this guy, ang aking TOTGA. I met him during college sa P.E 212 (OUTDOOR) during the 2nd day of camping sa Bataan dun ko siya nakilala. Hindi kami classmate or groupmate pero dahil nag-iisang babae yung kasama nila, dun kami pinatulog ng professor namin sa tent nila para may kasama yung ka-group nilang babae at that time di ko pa siya kilala the following day dun ko lang nalaman ang name niya. He’s cute, ang pungay ng mga mata niya parang inaantok. Hanggang sa palitan na ng name at contact number at that time I’m not interested with him wala sa plano ko ang mainlove sa kanya o kaya eh ang maging kam. Pero matiyaga ang lolo mo pa-fall masyado with matching chocolates and letters pa. hehehe. Sabi ko I need a sign, kapag niyaya niya ko kumain ng ice cream sasagutin ko na siya. As days and months passed by while reading a tabloid news paper tiningnan ko yung horoscope ko Aries: May makikilala kang lalaki, pakaingatan mo ito. Ang lalaking ito ang may matang mapupungay. And that’s it I said to myself totoo ba toh? Sa sobrang tuwa ko ginupit ko yung dyaryo na yun at dinala ko sa school at pinabasa ko sa mga friends ko, kantiyaw lang ang inabot ko sa kanila wag ko na daw patagalin. Sabi ko na lang sa sarili ko eto na siguro yun pero dapat mangyari muna yung sign na hinihintay ko. I prayed for it everyday and it happened niyaya niya ko kumain ng ice cream sa school. Cornetto ice cream salamat sayo!!
Enrollment ng 2nd sem dun ko siya sinagot 1 week before his birthday, sabi niya pa sakin yun na daw yung magandang birhtday gift na natanggap niya. Masaya ako sa relationship namin, were both happy and contented kahit mga bata pa kami that time pero may mga problema talaga na mahirap solusyunan kaya natapos ang masayang istorya namin. Nagatagal kami ng 2 yrs and a half.
Present time: Sa ngayon masaya ako sa kung anong meron ako ngayon at natuto na kong makuntento sa kung anong meron ako o kung ano yung binigay sakin. But sometimes naiisip ko pa din siya ang daming what if’s, pero naisip ko siguro hindi lang talaga kami para sa isa’t-isa kaya nangyari ang mga bagay na yun.
“In another life, I would make you stay. So I don't have to say you were the one that got away, the one that got away”
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