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What a cute story! Who wouldn’t be happy to have their partner surprise them on their birthday 🥳

Ziolet Songs: Day Four

October 4th - Sparks Fly

Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile

My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea You touch me once and it's really something You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you, I know it's no good And I could wait patiently But I really wish you would

Posting this a day late, but oh well!

Since yesterday was my birthday I decided to include a fic excerpt from one of Violet’s birthdays! It’s either her 19th or 20th birthday, I haven’t decided yet. But I hope you all enjoy it! Putting it below the cut due to length and mentions of alcohol consumption, a few crude comments, and references to a toxic relationship.

I had barely opened the menu when the sound of people singing happy birthday caught my attention. I looked into the restaurant, and saw the girl I was looking for: my Violet. 

Violet’s long hair was pulled back in a braid, and she was dressed in a simple off-the-shoulder, lilac sundress with a black apron around her waist. She smiled and blushed as her family and the patrons of the restaurant sang happy birthday to her.

The waitress in front of me huffed and rolled her eyes. I sensed she did not like Violet very much, and I was more than ready to get rid of her, “I know what I want,” I announced. 

She pulled out a notepad and looked at me expectantly, I fished out my wallet and produced a $20 bill, “I want the birthday girl to serve me, here’s something for your time.”

The girl’s brown eyes widened, and she stuffed the bill into her apron pocket, “of course, thank you, I’ll go get her!”

VvvvvvVvvvvvV

I was busy thanking everyone for the impromptu birthday song when Nicole ran up to me out of breath, “I’ve got a customer for you, he’s a very good tipper, he just gave me 20 dollars to seat him, and he requested you!”

Nicole usually did not speak to me because she claimed I’d stolen Travis from her, which was far from the truth. I figured she was setting me up for embarrassment, but part of me was hopeful that there really was a customer who wanted me to be their waitress. 

I smiled and said, “okay, here’s to hoping he tips me well too!”

“Yeah, you can treat yourself to a nice birthday present,” my cousin Paige winked at me, having overheard the conversation. 

“I guess,” I whispered, fixing my hair and going to the table where the gentleman was seated. 

When I arrived he sat holding the menu up, covering his face, “good evening sir, can I start you off with something to drink?”

He responded in a gruff, hateful sounding voice, “do you recommend anything? I usually prefer alcohol, but there’s none listed. What type of an island restaurant is this if you can’t get alcohol?”

I felt taken aback by his comment, “I apologize sir, but it is the preference of the owner of the restaurant to not serve alcohol.”

“Why’s that? Is she a prude?” He snickered and something about his voice was oddly familiar. I stood on my toes to peer over the menu covering his face, but he held it closer to him and raised it slightly.

I tried to bite my tongue, but it was no use, I would not stand for whoever this was insulting the aunt who had practically raised me, “Sir, I respectfully disagree with you, the owner is my aunt, and she prefers to host a restaurant where good food and fun can be had without the negative impacts that result from alcoholic consumption. If that is a problem with you, you can go to a neighboring restaurant or bar that does serve alcohol.”

“Ohhh, that’s a bold statement, but I should expect it coming from a sexy little minx such as yourself,” I could hear the laugh in his voice, and I’d had enough. It was one thing for Travis to make crude comments about me, but this man was a stranger, this was unexceptable. 

“Sir, I am sorry, but I do not appreciate your comments. They are making me very uncomfortable. If you cannot refrain from saying such things, I will have to ask you to leave.”

“Awww, come on, you can’t ask your friend to leave,” he pouted, lowering the menu enough for me to see jet black hair. 

The gears in my mind started turning, who did I know with black hair? And before I could stop myself, I asked, “who are you?”

The man lowered the menu and took off a pair of triangular sunglasses at the same time, his voice returning to normal, to a voice I'd wanted to hear for so long, “happy birthday, Vi.”

I felt a few tears fall from my eyes as I looked at his smiling face. I approached him and he stood up quickly, gathering me into a hug without me initiating it. I threw my arms around his neck as his head fell to the crook of my neck, “I’m so happy to see you, Zach,” I whispered.

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Great update

☕️ PaisleyAfterRedemptionAU Comic! Part 3! ☕️

Daphne Sees her Dad

AN: The bold italics are flashbacks. They are not in order but are set up to fit with the story.

TW: divorce

Daphne was nervous. It sounded crazy that she would be nervous to meet with her father and his family for the billionth time, but nonetheless, she was. They didn’t feel like her family, but they didn’t feel like not family either. They were all in a weird limbo, no one really knew how they felt about Daphne in their family. Her dad ignored her but pretended they were ultra close, her stepmom hated her and put her down at every turn, and her siblings were so young that they still worshiped the very ground she walked on, something their mother hated with a passion. Allison saw her as a threat, someone who could mess up or ruin everything she had worked so hard to build. She was too much and not enough for them at the same time. Daphne thought about the moment she met Allison often. 

Daphne was excited to finally meet the girlfriend she had heard so much about from her father. He had other girlfriends before, but Daphne couldn’t recall a single time that they made him look half as happy as he was in the moment. He had been bragging about the two meeting for weeks. As Daphne opens the door into the café where they agreed to meet, she spots Allison. The first thing that strikes her is how similar she is to Donita, something that grows more obvious as time goes on. Allison was also a fashion designer; while not nearly as renowned or famous as her mother, she did pretty well for herself. On paper, their experiences were similar too. They both grew up in a large family and left their small town to be a fashion designer. At that moment, Daphne empathized with Allison. She knew it was probably difficult to be the ‘second choice’ especially being so close to the original. Allison would probably compare herself to Donita constantly, never quite measuring up. Two hours later, as they leave the café, Henry tells Daphne that she will always be her number one priority, no matter what.

Henry had clearly broken that promise to her. Allison hated her and Henry didn’t even try to defend her anymore, instead focusing on his new family and children. Her father used to be her biggest confidante and they would talk for hours when he wasn’t working, which was rare. He had really cut back on the hours since he married Allison, and while Daphne was happy that her half-siblings could have such a present father, she was sad that she didn’t get to enjoy that for herself. As always, when Henry walks in he asks her two questions: “How’s school life and your friends?” and after an uncomfortable silence, “How’s Ms. Donata?”. Never ‘your mom’ not even ‘Donita’, always choosing to use the title clients and strangers call her. Daphne thinks that sometimes he forgets that he was in an 8-year relationship with Donita, and no matter how much they denied it, their futures were intertwined. They used to be so in love.

Daphne looked up from her Cheerios to see her mommy and daddy kissing each other under the mistletoe. All she could see from their eyes was love, and they quietly muttered things to each other with laughter in their voices, before looking at Daphne. The product of their love and the best thing to ever happen to them. The family couldn’t be closer or happier, they even wore matching Christmas pajamas, designed by Donita, especially for them. 

Daphne knew that they both hurt the other in so many ways. She truly didn’t think there was a fault in the divorce, they both made mistakes, and they were just an ill-fitted match that was never going to work out long-term. They got married so fast that they didn’t even really know each other. They didn’t put in the work to keep their relationship and make it work, believing in just love. They were so different, it was a miracle to believe that they even fell in love at all. Nonetheless, the divorce still shattered everything. It took away some of her mother’s ‘sparkle’ and made her even more cynical, something difficult to do based on the fact that she made her fortune from making clothes out of live animals. Deny it all they want, if you didn’t love someone, you wouldn’t be as shattered as they were that day.

Donita had been staring at the wall for fifteen minutes. She didn’t blink or even look at Daphne, sitting next to her. Daphne wasn’t 100% sure what was happening,  but she knew her life was about to permanently change whether she wanted it to or not. Her parents, who she always thought were perfect Gods, had cried more in the last three days than she had ever seen in her seven years of life. Even her mother, who she had never seen cry and never would again, let out a few stray tears.  Lawyers were talking to Daphne and talks were being held about splitting assets and what to do about her. Donita still didn’t move, just staring at the walls and crying.  Her parents' fights had been really bad recently, her dad even moved out.  They seemed to scream at each other until they were hoarse all the time, about everything. Daphne longed for the days of Christmas PJs and Cheerios. 

As Daphne went into the house to awkwardly stand in the corner until her half-siblings dragged her away, she thought of all these moments. She also thought about Allison. She didn’t hate her stepmom, she loved her. Allison was the mother to her half-siblings, and no matter how awful she was to Daphne, she still loved her. She really was a great mother to them. She brought back the purpose of her father’s life. He started to play music again and began to come alive, something she hadn’t seen since he moved out. She loved her stepmom, and always will, but she’s been working on boundaries with her. Daphne was nervous, but also a little excited to spend time with her father.

I'm looking for a man in-

They're dressed for the Gala in her newest Undersea Collection, inspired by moon jellies and stingrays.

I only have two 🤭

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine Nine) and Henry McCord (Madam Secretary)

Im just ignoring they both have canonical wives 😌😌

Tag Game!

Post four characters that make you go, “My man, My man, My man…”

Thanks a lot for the tag, @lovelyheartclover! I just decided to make a whole new post to keep everything tidy!

I mean…is it really a surprise?

Tagging: @m0thisonfire, @cyberrose2001, @cephalo-bot, @xyumichux, @princess-hope-selfships, @pechaberriesandsoju, @perytonpred, @asimp4bee, @hollister-mc, @darknadaworld, and anyone else who wishes to participate!

ahh oml this looks so cute!! 🥰 I’d love to share more about Daphne and her family

OC F/O ASK GAME !! #01

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💝 - what is your oc f/os love language (gift giving, acts of service, words of affirmation, etc)? what kind do they give and what kind do they like to receive?

🏀 - does your oc f/o stay active? do they like working out or playing sports? if so, what kind of exercise do they like to do?

🧸- what is your oc f/os sleeping habits? do they like to cuddle? do they sprawl out on the bed? do they kick the blankets off in the middle of the night?

🌻 - what flower do you associate with your oc f/o? is there any particular reason, such as the meaning or the aesthetic?

🦎 - does your oc f/o have any pets? if not, what pet(s) would they want? is there a reason why they don't have them?

🌠 - what is your oc f/os zodiac sign(s)? do they follow the typical traits of their sign(s)?

🔮 - does your f/o have any talents? bonus points if it's something more niche/uncommon!

🎀 - what aesthetic(s) do you associate with your oc f/o? bonus point if you make an aesthetic board for them!

🌈 - is your oc f/o queer? what labels do they use, if any?

💭- is your oc f/o a daydreamer? do they often get lost in their thoughts or are they more focused and aware of their surroundings?

♟️- how smart is your oc f/o? is it academic smarts, emotional smarts, etc? where does your oc f/o thrive and where do they lack?

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proship/comship dni.

My favorite is 9/8/2022, I love the faces!!

07/27/2024

I just realized that I redrew the SAME SCREENSHOT MULTIPLE TIMES because I didn't like the previous one and it's my favorite screenshot if the whole show (I included the screenshot at the end)

[From top to bottom, Today, 11/30/2023, 09/08/2022 and 02/14/2022] Which is ur favorite? (I kinda like the 2/14/22 one better than the rest)

Feel free to jump in! No pressure

@sarsaparilla-springs @blackaleycatt @cartoondrawer

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

I wear that name with honor

Grace Mcintyre

Meet Grace McIntyre Trin Mcintyre’s SISTER?!?!

Well here’s a bit of a backstory

Around their honeymoon Laurie got pregnant again with grace and yes JC is the Baby Daddy but unfortunately Grace was given to Laurie’s other sister Chloe-Ann Mcintyre

Now here’s her bio

Birthday: December 14th 2009

Full name: Grace Daphne Mcintyre (Daphne came from @octoqueen10 the queen of Lurking/j)

Karaoke With The Girls Is Like…

I’ve mentioned it before, but I headcanon that Donita may have been in a toxic relationship in the past, and my OC Violet was in a toxic relationship prior to Zach…I also kind of think this might have been a possibility for Paisley’s past too…So, I imagine karaoke night with the villain girls: Donita, Violet, Paisley, Yssa (the oc of the wonderful @lovelybakerandconstructionworker ) goes something like this:

Like they are literally screaming, singing it toward the end….

All: All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Donita: Just an appendage, live to attend him

Paisley: So that he never lifts a finger

Violet: 24∕7, baby machine

Yssa: So he can live out his picket-fence dreams

Violet: It's not an act of love if you make her

All: You make me do too much labour

And the guys are just watching them in a mixture of confusion, amusement, and fear.

Dabio: They look really angry…

Rex: Don’t tell them that…it will just aggravate them more…

Gourmand: I’ve never heard Little Sugar sing like that…you better be glad you’re not her ex Zachy…

Zach: You don’t think I realize that? She’s terrifying once you get on her bad side….