Don't play with your food.

I'm Devin (Or just Dev) I'm 24. I'm an artist. I spend most of my time renovating the house I inherited from my grandmother. I track Devinkastner

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She could feel him tense beside her as she mentioned the strangeness in her life, but thought little of it. Most people weren’t used to weirdness. She wasn’t even sure if she was, she just didn’t care enough to figure it out. She laughed a little at his vampire comment before waxing a little nostalgic. “You know, I really have no idea. Kind of like you, he ended up here with no idea how he’d gotten here. Then he landed himself a modeling contract and somehow decided he was in love with an asshat like me. Then one day, just… poof! He was gone. I assume he ended up back home.” She shrugged. “It was awhile ago.” 

“Yeah, it’s no problem!” She leaned towards him a little. “I like to travel and I’m in kind of a weird ‘in-between things’ place right now.” She used air-quotes as she said “in-between things”. “Maybe some new scenery is what I need. Besides, it sounds like an adventure. Or a mystery. Or both!” She grinned. 

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The receptionist found himself relaxing the more he heard Devin speak, especially since nothing decided to give them a fright in the process. As he listened to her small anecdote, Silas grinned lightly and returned, “I guess he couldn’t have been a vampire. He wouldn’t have shown up on the camera, and that wouldn’t have been a very good modelling career.” A chuckle escaped Silas’s mouth, before his tone turned somewhat serious. “I’m sorry to hear that – maybe you’ll cross paths one day, you never know.” There was one thing Silas couldn’t have: a boyfriend, because it was too dangerous getting attached to anyone when The Legend could decide that they were her next victim. He was stuck in Dire Grove and he wasn’t allowed to leave until he died – which was what he was most confused about after ending up in Chicago. Was there a loophole that he didn't know about? Nevertheless, she would find a way to bring him back.

Despite the despondent thoughts, Silas’s previous chipper mood returned at the thought of being able to show off his Bed and Breakfast to another person; he took pride in the place, and he wasn’t afraid to say that he thought it was the best in all of North Yorkshire. Almost. The other Bed and Breakfasts’ weren’t hiding a supernatural secret that killed off most visitors more than a cold snap did - although he never mentioned that in the brochures that he placed in the lobby. “Brilliant! I think you’ll like Dire Grove. It’s a quiet town, but it has its charm, so long as you stay away from the old folk.” He added with a loud laugh.

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She chuckled. “I’ve been friends with vampires too. Like I said, I seem to be a magnet for weird.” She shrugged. “Quiet is nice. And I’ll keep that in mind.” She grinned. “Look, you can stay in the guest bedroom. I’ll book the soonest flight I can and we’ll work on getting you home. You want something to eat or drink in the mean time?” She stood and stretched, heading for the kitchen. 

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Hello friend Mod “Actual piece of trash” here! Imma try to be more active but I make no guantees!

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She chuckled. “Nah. I doubt it. I mean, it’s just an old house. Sure, it’s creepy, but nothing Amityville like has happened yet and I’ve been there for over a month.” She held up the paint cans. “It’s just sad and needs cheering up.” 

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He nodded his head, floppy hair and all, a bit of a playful smirk tugging on his lips. “Well, don’t come crying when that Paranormal Activity shit starts going on,” he said.

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“Psh.” She scoffed a little. “I’m less the ‘comes crying to men’ type and more the ‘Google it’ type. I’ll stock up on salt and holy water before going back home. Learn some Latin on the bus.” She laughed. 

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“Oh, no, I didn’t mean come crying to a man,” Finch snorted. “I meant someone in tune with their paranormal side.” Once he’d spoken, he got a little fidgety again. “Google lies sometimes.”

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She was intrigued now. This guy was kinda cute when he wasn’t all twitchy and zoned out. “Paranormal side huh? Well, that may come in handy.” She grinned. “Maybe I should get your number just in case Mr. Ghostbusters.” 

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Finch shook is head, his curly hair flopping with the movement, and waved a hand at her. “No, no, my fault. This happens, like, daily. It’s fine,” he smiled a little, weakly around the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t worry about it, please.”

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“Alright.” Devin shrugged a little. “Sorry about your glasses though.” She gave a soft smile and turned back to the paint cans, honestly a little embarrassed about the ordeal. She grabbed several cans of the turquoise she’d been eyeing for her bedroom, decided she’d come back for more later. 

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He flexed his fingers anxiously, tucking them away into his jeans before he broke a knuckle or something. “Turquoise, huh?” he mumbled, tilting his head as he rocked on his thrift-store converse. 

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“Umm, yeah I’m painting this old house I got from my grandma when she died.” Devin turned back to him as she explained. “It’s kinda creepy. I was hoping some color might help.” 

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Finch shrugged his shoulder, a bit of a chill going up his spine. “Not if it’s actually haunted.”

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She chuckled. “Nah. I doubt it. I mean, it’s just an old house. Sure, it’s creepy, but nothing Amityville like has happened yet and I’ve been there for over a month.” She held up the paint cans. “It’s just sad and needs cheering up.” 

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He nodded his head, floppy hair and all, a bit of a playful smirk tugging on his lips. “Well, don’t come crying when that Paranormal Activity shit starts going on,” he said.

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“Psh.” She scoffed a little. “I’m less the ‘comes crying to men’ type and more the ‘Google it’ type. I’ll stock up on salt and holy water before going back home. Learn some Latin on the bus.” She laughed. 

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[Lost]

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Devin chuckled softly. “I’m just a painter, but I dated a guy from the 17th century once before he disappeared. Plus, I’m eighty-seven percent sure my house is haunted. I seem to be a magnet for strange.” She shrugged. “I just kind of go with it.” She watched in amused silence as he typed away, figuring that if the town he was from was small enough to not be on the internet that it was probably small enough to not even have internet. It would explain his fascination. When he was finished, she took the laptop back, chuckling at his comment. “Well…” She thought for a moment, weighing her options. “Look, I’ve been thinking about taking a vacation for awhile anyways. And I’m pretty sure I’ve got enough airmiles racked up for two tickets.”

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“Th-that’s hilarious.” Silas responded, though he couldn’t quite stop himself from scanning his surroundings, his body tensing up at the thought of facing something similar to The Legend back home; she didn’t follow him, did she? It was something he hadn’t thought about and he immediately felt a nausea creep up his throat, which he quickly swallowed back down and pressed his back further against the cushions on the couch behind him. “Was he a vampire?” The receptionist jokingly asked, releasing a heartfelt chuckle that was a mixture between perplexion and genuine curiosity. She was most likely pulling his leg, and Silas was probably a fool, but Dire Grove made him believe in things he hadn’t before. 

At the mention of her offering to pay his travel - or using these ‘airmiles’ - Silas’s smile disappeared briefly, “A-are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden, and I’m sure I can find a way back home..” He felt utterly embarrassed for being a nuisance, especially when he’d only met Devin an hour ago, but he was grateful for the offer. It was the kindest thing anyone had done for him. “But, you’re more than welcome to stay at my Bed and Breakfast, even in the future — if you decide to visit. Free of charge, and I make the greatest Lancashire Hot Pots; they warm you right up.” His smile returned the more he thought about being back in the comfort of his Bed and Breakfast, despite the prospect of returning back to her.

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She could feel him tense beside her as she mentioned the strangeness in her life, but thought little of it. Most people weren’t used to weirdness. She wasn’t even sure if she was, she just didn’t care enough to figure it out. She laughed a little at his vampire comment before waxing a little nostalgic. “You know, I really have no idea. Kind of like you, he ended up here with no idea how he’d gotten here. Then he landed himself a modeling contract and somehow decided he was in love with an asshat like me. Then one day, just... poof! He was gone. I assume he ended up back home.” She shrugged. “It was awhile ago.” 

“Yeah, it’s no problem!” She leaned towards him a little. “I like to travel and I’m in kind of a weird ‘in-between things’ place right now.” She used air-quotes as she said “in-between things”. “Maybe some new scenery is what I need. Besides, it sounds like an adventure. Or a mystery. Or both!” She grinned. 

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Finch shook is head, his curly hair flopping with the movement, and waved a hand at her. “No, no, my fault. This happens, like, daily. It’s fine,” he smiled a little, weakly around the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t worry about it, please.”

[devinkastner-blog]

“Alright.” Devin shrugged a little. “Sorry about your glasses though.” She gave a soft smile and turned back to the paint cans, honestly a little embarrassed about the ordeal. She grabbed several cans of the turquoise she’d been eyeing for her bedroom, decided she’d come back for more later. 

[fucking-finch-blog]

He flexed his fingers anxiously, tucking them away into his jeans before he broke a knuckle or something. “Turquoise, huh?” he mumbled, tilting his head as he rocked on his thrift-store converse. 

[devinkastner-blog]

“Umm, yeah I’m painting this old house I got from my grandma when she died.” Devin turned back to him as she explained. “It’s kinda creepy. I was hoping some color might help.” 

[fucking-finch-blog]

Finch shrugged his shoulder, a bit of a chill going up his spine. “Not if it’s actually haunted.”

[devinkastner-blog]

She chuckled. “Nah. I doubt it. I mean, it’s just an old house. Sure, it’s creepy, but nothing Amityville like has happened yet and I’ve been there for over a month.” She held up the paint cans. “It’s just sad and needs cheering up.” 

[fucking-finch-blog]

Finch shook is head, his curly hair flopping with the movement, and waved a hand at her. “No, no, my fault. This happens, like, daily. It’s fine,” he smiled a little, weakly around the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t worry about it, please.”

[devinkastner-blog]

“Alright.” Devin shrugged a little. “Sorry about your glasses though.” She gave a soft smile and turned back to the paint cans, honestly a little embarrassed about the ordeal. She grabbed several cans of the turquoise she’d been eyeing for her bedroom, decided she’d come back for more later. 

[fucking-finch-blog]

He flexed his fingers anxiously, tucking them away into his jeans before he broke a knuckle or something. “Turquoise, huh?” he mumbled, tilting his head as he rocked on his thrift-store converse. 

[devinkastner-blog]

“Umm, yeah I’m painting this old house I got from my grandma when she died.” Devin turned back to him as she explained. “It’s kinda creepy. I was hoping some color might help.” 

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Devin stood in the paint aisle, staring at the shelves of cans. The old house she’d inherited from her grandmother was in good condition but in serious need of a new paint job. She figured some bright colors might help with the eeriness that seemed to follow her inside the house. She’d need quite a few gallons for the whole house.  She sighed and turned away from the paint, intending to grab a cart, instead, running smack into someone. 

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All he could think of was his prescription. The perfect orange plastic bottle, white cap, fat white pills inside. Finch had forgotten to pick them up yesterday when he’d gotten a little too wasted with his friend Bradley Jones, subsequently passing out on the couch. But now he was fading fast and his head felt blurry. He was hurriedly jogging through aisles, cutting through the paint section to get to the pharmacy on the opposite side. His arms were itching. He looked at his shoes for a moment too long and ran into a warm body. 

“Fuck!” he hissed, his glasses sliding off his nose and rattling onto the ground. “Fuck- s-sorry!”

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"Watch where you’re fucki…” She trailed off. Normally, Devin wouldn’t have a problem cussing out someone who’d just about bowled her over, but this dude already seemed pretty shook up. She bent and picked his glasses up, handing them back to him.  “You alright dude? You seem a little out of it.” She asked with some concern. 

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“What?” he chirped, his green eyes darting down at his glasses in her hand and back up to the girl’s concerned face. “Oh, uh, thanks,” he murmured, taking them and placing them on his nose.

“I’m fine. Just uhm… I’m fine,” he replied with a curt nod, blinking at her through his lenses, one now cracked down the middle. “Shit…” he mumbled, his eyes going a bit crossed as he focused on the shattered glass. 

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“You sure?” She was unconvinced. His distracted manner didn’t help with that. “Oh shit! Your glasses!” She noticed the cracked lens as he put them back on. “I’m sorry. I should pay more attention to where I’m going.” 

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Finch shook is head, his curly hair flopping with the movement, and waved a hand at her. “No, no, my fault. This happens, like, daily. It’s fine,” he smiled a little, weakly around the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t worry about it, please.”

[devinkastner-blog]

“Alright.” Devin shrugged a little. “Sorry about your glasses though.” She gave a soft smile and turned back to the paint cans, honestly a little embarrassed about the ordeal. She grabbed several cans of the turquoise she’d been eyeing for her bedroom, decided she’d come back for more later. 

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[Lost]

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She shrugged. “It’s no problem. I kind of live by the old ‘Do unto others’ thing.” Devin had been in more than her fair share of trouble and knew all to well what a kind word or helping hand could do for someone. “So, you’re getting ready for bed and next thing you know you’re halfway around the world.” She nodded slowly. “It’s not the strangest thing I’ve ever heard.” She passed her laptop to him. “Yeah, just type in there,” She pointed to the search bar, “Then press enter. If you know the nearest big city we may be able to pull that up. Shouldn’t be too hard to rent a car from there or something” She suggested.

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The receptionist smiled to himself as he listened to Devin speak; she seemed real nice, and it was great to finally hold a conversation with somebody young, rather than face the scowls of the old folk in Dire Grove when he attempted to chat. They weren’t so sociable, despite having lived there for all his life, so he felt incredibly apologetic to visitors that found themselves lost in the town and hadn’t discovered the Bed and Breakfast yet. The old folk weren’t as friendly when it came to asking for directions, which was Silas’s number one reason for showering his guests with hospitality and giving them a kind face to speak to. Nodding in confirmation, the male briefly looked up at the woman with raised eyebrows at her comment, before releasing a hesitant chuckle, “I’m scared to ask what you do if that wasn’t the strangest thing you’ve come across, miss.”

Settling the laptop on his lap, he pressed the keys with avid concentration, tapping out ‘The Dales’ and watching as various links came up with tourist information as well as pictures that showed the rolling hills and mountains in the Yorkshire countryside. Silas whispered ‘cool’ under his breath and another quick ‘wow’ as he noticed the number that revealed how many results he had. “This is amazing.” The receptionist said a bit too loudly, before he felt his cheeks warm up from embarrassment, and he quickly tapped in another sentence into the search bar Devin pointed out before-hand. As he tapped in ‘Dire Grove Legend’, he gave Devin a side-glance, despite the possibility of her being a police officer being quite slim; he was too used to hiding the secrets of Dire Grove. Relief washed over him as nothing relating to The Legend came up, not even ghost hunting websites, and he immediately tapped in ‘Darlington’.

“Darlington is the nearest place to where Dire Grove is.” Silas announced as he looked over at Devin, passing her laptop back with some despondency - he wished he could afford one. “The only problem is that I have no money on me, and I don’t own a mobile phone, so it’s going to be difficult.” Despite the bad news, Silas managed to remain positive as he’d definitely been in worse situations before. “Maybe whoever dumped me here could magically dump me back into Dire Grove, please and thank you.” He laughed, before releasing a quite sigh.

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Devin chuckled softly. “I’m just a painter, but I dated a guy from the 17th century once before he disappeared. Plus, I’m eighty-seven percent sure my house is haunted. I seem to be a magnet for strange.” She shrugged. “I just kind of go with it.” She watched in amused silence as he typed away, figuring that if the town he was from was small enough to not be on the internet that it was probably small enough to not even have internet. It would explain his fascination. When he was finished, she took the laptop back, chuckling at his comment. “Well...” She thought for a moment, weighing her options. “Look, I’ve been thinking about taking a vacation for awhile anyways. And I’m pretty sure I’ve got enough airmiles racked up for two tickets.”

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Devin stood in the paint aisle, staring at the shelves of cans. The old house she’d inherited from her grandmother was in good condition but in serious need of a new paint job. She figured some bright colors might help with the eeriness that seemed to follow her inside the house. She’d need quite a few gallons for the whole house.  She sighed and turned away from the paint, intending to grab a cart, instead, running smack into someone. 

[fucking-finch-blog]

All he could think of was his prescription. The perfect orange plastic bottle, white cap, fat white pills inside. Finch had forgotten to pick them up yesterday when he’d gotten a little too wasted with his friend Bradley Jones, subsequently passing out on the couch. But now he was fading fast and his head felt blurry. He was hurriedly jogging through aisles, cutting through the paint section to get to the pharmacy on the opposite side. His arms were itching. He looked at his shoes for a moment too long and ran into a warm body. 

“Fuck!” he hissed, his glasses sliding off his nose and rattling onto the ground. “Fuck- s-sorry!”

[devinkastner-blog]

"Watch where you’re fucki…” She trailed off. Normally, Devin wouldn’t have a problem cussing out someone who’d just about bowled her over, but this dude already seemed pretty shook up. She bent and picked his glasses up, handing them back to him.  “You alright dude? You seem a little out of it.” She asked with some concern. 

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“What?” he chirped, his green eyes darting down at his glasses in her hand and back up to the girl’s concerned face. “Oh, uh, thanks,” he murmured, taking them and placing them on his nose.

“I’m fine. Just uhm… I’m fine,” he replied with a curt nod, blinking at her through his lenses, one now cracked down the middle. “Shit…” he mumbled, his eyes going a bit crossed as he focused on the shattered glass. 

[devinkastner-blog]

“You sure?” She was unconvinced. His distracted manner didn’t help with that. “Oh shit! Your glasses!” She noticed the cracked lens as he put them back on. “I’m sorry. I should pay more attention to where I’m going.” 

[devinkastner-blog]

Devin stood in the paint aisle, staring at the shelves of cans. The old house she’d inherited from her grandmother was in good condition but in serious need of a new paint job. She figured some bright colors might help with the eeriness that seemed to follow her inside the house. She’d need quite a few gallons for the whole house.  She sighed and turned away from the paint, intending to grab a cart, instead, running smack into someone. 

[fucking-finch-blog]

All he could think of was his prescription. The perfect orange plastic bottle, white cap, fat white pills inside. Finch had forgotten to pick them up yesterday when he’d gotten a little too wasted with his friend Bradley Jones, subsequently passing out on the couch. But now he was fading fast and his head felt blurry. He was hurriedly jogging through aisles, cutting through the paint section to get to the pharmacy on the opposite side. His arms were itching. He looked at his shoes for a moment too long and ran into a warm body. 

“Fuck!” he hissed, his glasses sliding off his nose and rattling onto the ground. “Fuck- s-sorry!”

[devinkastner-blog]

"Watch where you’re fucki...” She trailed off. Normally, Devin wouldn’t have a problem cussing out someone who’d just about bowled her over, but this dude already seemed pretty shook up. She bent and picked his glasses up, handing them back to him.  “You alright dude? You seem a little out of it.” She asked with some concern. 

[devinkastner-blog]

Devin stood in the paint aisle, staring at the shelves of cans. The old house she’d inherited from her grandmother was in good condition but in serious need of a new paint job. She figured some bright colors might help with the eeriness that seemed to follow her inside the house. She’d need quite a few gallons for the whole house.  She sighed and turned away from the paint, intending to grab a cart, instead, running smack into someone. 

[misssasori]

Square Mom² 

[artemispanthar]

I think Greg's reaction to steven's story about sums up the fandom during steven bomb. Poor guy, i felt bad when he was having his little heart attack!

very true!

We might think we’re Garnet or Amethyst or Pearl or even Steven or Connie, but in reality we’re all Greg. Repeatedly stressed out by these rock aliens and our half-rock alien son

[pokemon-battle-revolution]

MY DASH DID THE BEST THING EVER

[devinkastner-blog]

reasons to watch steven universe: canon nonbinary, feminine protagonists; canon gay cuties; it's about aliens that are based off of gemstones how is that not the coolest thing; not meanspirited in any way; beautiful artwork; shatters every gender role ever set up; complex, relateable characters; really engaging, emotional plotline; seriously it's a show about gay rock aliens that beat up monsters even the concept is great; EVERY CHARACTER IS AN ADORABLE NERD

reasons not to watch steven universe: none

[hazurasinner]

“I’m made of love~”

My favorite Gem is a fusion?! Of two new awesome characters that love each other very much?! I can’t believe my flipping eyes!

I bow to Rebecca Sugar and the crew of Steven Universe, for showing the most unexpected, and spectacular, revelation about a character ever done in history of cartoons! Keep up the excellent work you guys, and may Steven Universe stay with us for a long time!

Steven Universe © Rebecca Sugar