I have a ton of Infinity Train stickers! I made them for fun in December, but now they’re taking up valuable shelf space. They’re thick, vinyl stickers, that you can use on just about anything. They can go on your laptop or on your car or maybe on the space shuttle for all I know. They’re pretty tough.

I’ve set up an Etsy shop for them and all proceeds will go to the ACLU!

Also, I have no idea how etsy works, so please bear with me.


Christmas Presents Ahoy!

Whether you’re looking to spoil someone this Christmas with the perfect 100% handmade gift, or you think you’re the one in need of a bit of spoiling with something truly unique

please check out my Etsy Shop

And now for a nice and early, hassle-free Christmas shopping experience there’s also an amazing 10% off all items for all you, my lovely followers on Tumblr! Just use code TUMBLR10* at the checkout :)

*Valid between 13th of Nov and 1st of Dec.

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Pete Dunne Request (I lost the baby)

Request: “I lost the baby.” With Pete Dunne

Warnings: Angst, Language

A/N: So this is super angsty but it has a happy ending so please don’t hate me you know I’d never do my Petey so dirty, PS this is the first fic I’ve ever written that’s mostly showing Pete’s point of view without being written in first person. I think it’s third person objective? Tell me which one.

Word Count: 1,424

Originally posted by codchrist

When that first pink plus sign had shown up on that tiny plastic screen, it was like her life was a little more colorful, her heart was a little bit bigger, her laugh was a little bit louder.

Pete noticed, of course he noticed. He noticed everything about her, it was his favorite pastime. He sat at night sometimes when she fell asleep, watching her, memorizing every little detail and smiling at each and every one. He prided himself on seeing everything about her, memorizing all of her little habits, her favorite phrases and words. When the news had first come in that she was pregnant, she smiled more. She stopped biting her nails, her hands came to rest on her tummy most of the time. Pete loved it, Pete loved her, Pete loved their baby.

The happiness he’d brought her banished any trace of fear or doubt he’d had about if they were ready to be parents. As long as she never stopped smiling, he didn’t care. He loved her, and he would love their child just the same.

Day by day, he mentally added things to his list of things he could do to make her happy, a list that was monumentally long since they’d first started dating 2 years ago. He knew everything about you, and yet still he learned new things every day.

The first month she’d just been fawning over the fact that she was pregnant, and it was Pete’s. He had made arrangements from the moment he found out to have her travel with him until she hit six months, not that they had to worry about that yet. The first month he came home a lot to find her singing and dancing and cooking, a look in her eyes that he adored. When he walked in, she’d always run to him, kiss him, then pull him with her to dance, and he always danced with her even if he tripped a lot, because it made her smile.

The second month, she checked every day to see if your bump was forming, and she had him take pictures every day so she could compare with the day before to see if the bump was growing or if she was just over excited. When she took his phone from him and scrolled through the pictures, one hand resting on her tummy, he watched her. And every day he kissed her forehead, and every day she smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

The third month, the tiny bump had formed, and the shopping began. Shopping every week, for useless items that they probably didn’t need but she insisted they should have. Pete didn’t argue, what did he know about babies? The only thing he had picked out had been a set of special headphones so she could play music for their baby. Pete knew that someday he would have a good use for the countless recordings of her singing he’d been taking secretly since they first started dating. She’d started to scroll on pinterest, facebook, etsy, constantly looking up ideas for nurseries, names, anything to do with babies really. And he didn’t care, it made her happy, and that was all that mattered to him.

Then on the first day of the fourth month, everything changed.

She’d woken up from bed and scrambled to the bathroom, Pete in tow to hold her hair as she vomited into the toilet. He rubbed her back, wondering why she’d never gotten morning sickness before now.

He’d carried her back to bed and called off work, as she was exhausted and pale and he worried for her. As she slept, he stayed in bed with her, not even leaving to get food.

Two hours later she’d hurled again, and Pete had brought their garbage can to sit beside her bed, but an hour after the second vomiting spew, the cramps came.

When the first one tore through her body, she had screamed, and he knew something was wrong. He carried her to their car, and drove her to the Emergency room, where the bleeding started, and he swore he saw his love’s eyes turn dead.

Five hours later, she was sobbing in the hospital bed as the doctor apologized, and he was holding her hand, but it was cold and shaking, and he bit his lip so hard it drew blood, because he would be damned if he made her have to go through this with him crying too.

The following night the two of them went home, but she was silent. She crossed the threshold and walked straight to their bedroom, laying down and going to sleep. He sat with her in bed while she slept, then awoke, then slept, then awoke. She never said a word, she just laid there, staring at the wall. Like she wasn’t even in there anymore.

He made her meals, but she didn’t eat them. He held her, but she didn’t notice. He talked to her, but she didn’t talk back. He didn’t leave her side for three days, but he knew he had to go back to work, not that he didn’t feel shitty about it.

Each day after work he brought her something to try to make her happy, but she always just looked at him, then turned her gaze back to the wall.

After a week, she’d finally started eating, but then she started to drink. He came home to find her drunk, sitting on the couch watching hallmark movies with tear tracks on her cheeks most nights.

When he walked in, she would always look at him, then turn her eyes back to the TV and take a swig of whatever alcohol she was having that night.

Each night, after he held her hair while she vomited and sobbed, he carried her to bed. Then he laid awake, stroking her hair and holding her.

Then one night, when he thought she was asleep, he started to cry. First it was just one tear, rolling down his cheeks, and then they were rolling in rivulets, and he was shaking and sobbing and gasping for air that never filled his lungs.

“Oh darlin’,” He whispered, “I’m so so sorry…I wish I could fix it, I wish I could make it all better, I wish I could make it stop hurting…but I can’t.” His voice cracked and he sobbed harder, trying his best to stay quiet.

“I miss you, love. I miss you so much. I miss your smile, I miss your voice, I miss your laugh. I miss you so much it hurts. You don’t understand how much I need you to come back to me…I just want you to come back to me, I want you to come back to me so I can start helping you, but you won’t let me in and-“

He was cut off by a kiss, the first he’d had in three weeks, and he squeezed her, sobbing.

She was quiet when they parted, but her hand reached up and rested on his cheek, and she rubbed gently until he felt himself drifting, and for the first night in weeks, he slept peacefully.

The next morning when he woke up, the bed was empty, and he sat up, looking around the room. She wasn’t in bed. He listened for her in the bathroom, but when he didn’t hear her in there, he heard another sound coming from the kitchen.

He stepped out of bed, following his ears to the kitchen, where he leaned against the doorframe, watching her. She was wearing one of his shirts, her back was turned to him, but she was cooking at the stove, humming quietly.

When she turned around, she was holding two plates of fried potatoes and toast, and she gave him a smile.

It still held sadness, but it was a smile, and when he rushed forward and encased her in his strong arms, he knew that with time, he would see his love’s smile again, and with time, she would come back to him.

I don’t know if this will even work, or if anyone but me is interested in these, but I’m experimenting with adding pill bottle candles to my Etsy shop. The idea is votives that fit inside little pill containers and come in unscented or custom scents and custom colors. Plus I have about seven million pill containers and a neverending supply, I might as well use them as candle molds and containers.

Asexual Whale

- A few days ago I found a rainbow-coloured whale sticker on Etsy. The idea stuck with me and I got inspired. Since the asexual community is so lovely, I believe it deserves a whale of its own!

I apologise if the colours aren’t 100% right, my scanner is a bitch

This is dedicated to all ace people, but especially to @seasonsofjohnlock and @shakespeareatbakerstreet. You two are amazing, thank you for your company!


These are some more new patches I’ve added to my Etsy shop. I tried out a lot of new designs and I’m really happy with how cute they are, especially the ghosts and fox. The patches in the bottom left image are the ones I made for myself and I’m so excited to add them to my vest and skirt.

Because I can’t sell them, I’m giving away the patches in the bottom right image to the next three people to order embroidered patches from my shop.

All orders of $5 or more will be 15% off from November 20 to December 1, as part of Etsy’s Cyber Weeks Sale. If you have your eye on something, now’s a good time to buy! :)

Patches in the second row, left here. Second row, right here.


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sparkly gift duo by tokyncandles

the holidays are coming!! and etsy is my go-to for unique gift ideas — tokyncandles has beautiful jar candles and golden tin varieties, and this season they also have earring styles to pair with your candle gift! win-win.