#ANYWAY. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE MY BLENDER THOUGHTS

[forzarma]

makeup disaster

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: lando Doing your makeup on stream what could possibly go wrong?

warnings:haven’t proofread 😞

You joined Lando while he was streaming last week, and both of you were playing a game. Well, you lost, which means you’re gonna let him do your makeup on his next stream.

Both of you sat, and you got your makeup essentials that you’re gonna have to use for this stream, hoping Lando wouldn’t freestyle your face considering the fact he doesn’t know anything about makeup.

“Hello chat,” he said while looking at the computer, “so apparently I’m doing your makeup,” giving a cheeky smile.

“I’m regretting this already, omg,” you said, laughing nervously.

“Anyways, first thing, I guess primer ’cause you have been nagging about killing me if I don’t put it first,” Lando said.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him.

He started tapping your face aggressively.

“Ouch, Lando,” you said, giving him a stern look.

“I’m trying, okay?” he said, looking at you innocently.

“Anyways, I think we need to use this,” he said while holding your foundation and your beauty blender.

He blended your foundation, and you were thanking god that he was doing good for now. Well, your happiness didn’t last long when you saw him taking your setting powder and putting it over your face.

“Wait, Lando—“ you were trying to tell him he should put concealer, but all you heard was “SHUSH.” You gave him a literal side-eye.

And then he had the audacity to put concealer after what the hell????

Looking at the mirror, all you could see is your cakey face.

He opened your eyeshadow palette and took a bright blue and started putting it over your eyes.

Then he picked your blush, PAINTED your face with it, making you look like a tomato.

Then he got the liquid eyeliner and hummed, “this is interesting,” and decided to literally act like your eyes are drawing papers.

He gave his attention to the chat, reading it, and people saying that’s not how he should put things, just for him to say, “nah, y’all are just wrong, I know what I’m doing.”

He took the lip liner, he put it on your lips, and gloss.

“Alright chat, that’s the finished look,” he said, looking proud as if he did an achievement.

“You did terrible, Lando,” you said, looking at him.

“You know, I did good, better than you do,” he muttered.

“Alright, I hope you guys enjoyed this stream and don’t fall in love with my makeup skills ’cause,” he said, smirking, then he ended the stream.

After ending the stream, Lando turned to you with a cheeky grin. "Alright love, let me help get that makeup off you. Can't have you walking around looking like a clown all night!" 

You playfully hit his arm. "Whose fault is that?" You retorted with a laugh. Lando gently took a makeup wipe and started dabbing at your face, his touches soft and caring as he removed the remains of his "artwork." 

"There we are, much better." He smiled, gazing into your eyes. You felt yourself getting lost in his stare, all thoughts of the disastrous makeup attempt melting away. 

Suddenly , you leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss. Lando made a small noise of surprise but quickly melted into the kiss, cupping your cheek tenderly as he kissed you back. The spark between you that had been building for so long was finally igniting. 

When you finally broke apart, Lando rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. "Well, I may not be able to do makeup but at least I know how to do that," he whispered with a wink. You giggled, feeling giddy and light. It seemed the stream had ended on a much sweeter note than anticipated. Your "punishment" had turned out to be quite the reward after all.

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[simmerianne93]

[Simmerianne93]Couple_poses_25

Hello!! How are you??!

I hope everything is good for you.

You have no Idea how much I have been struggling with these poses... well... not the poses itself, but the object for them...

I was having problems with the texture that was not showing correctly ingame and I had to work on it an entire week to make it works.... I was sooo reliefe when I found the solution some days ago... And I have to say that I really hate making objects for the game haha But I really needed the object for these poses... and even when it is not perfect, I'm pleased to, at least, say that I could made it.

See... I made these poses to use them in blender, but then I decided to make them for the game. The thing is... In blender I can use any object as a tray for the pose, 'cause there are no restrictions on objects and placing them... but in game I needed the actual accessory... and that is what took me longer....

For the accessory ingame I used a plate of pancakes and the tray with a book from one of the kits that released recently.... (When I saw that tray, I was so happy 'cause I needed a tray and they gave me one, and it was perfect.... well, almost perfect....) I have to thanks JochiTec for helping me changing the book of the original tray to the plate of pancakes, cause I had no idea how to make it work (He is a great creator with some great items so, go check their things on curseforge).... and Siboulette, for helping me with the solution for the texture problem (I think you all know her but if you don't, go check her things right here, she is an amazing creator).

I made two different accessories for the pose. One is the tray with a plate of pancakes and the other is the original tray with a book from the "Book Nook Kit", in case you want to use the pose with the book, wich is weird but it can happend...

I made an object clutter version with all the swatches for the pancake accessory too, in case you want to place the tray in other surfaces out of the pose itself.

In the other hand, when I was making the poses, I decided to add a bed version of one of the poses from my "Couple_poses_23"... I thought it could be very helpful for those who can't or don't use the "tool" mod by twisted mexi and want their pixels to cuddle with that pose in bed, so I hope you enjoy the pose in bed too xp... and that your sims have a delicious breakfast.

Since I could't post these poses  last week as I wanted, I'm delayed with the next poses, so there are some that I will be posting the first days of September. But there will be no more delays on those posts 'cause for the other poses that are coming there are no stupid inexistent objects or accessories to make (I'm done with that for some weeks x_x... seriously....).

Anyway... Without anything else to say, I'll leave you with the posepack description:

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What is on it?

9 couple poses (made with a female rig and a male rig) + 3 solo poses with different versions (two made with a female rig and one made with a male rig) + 2 all in one.

What do you need?

Andrew's pose player 

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo.

[Simmerianne93]Traywithpancake_poseacc or [Simmerianne93]Traywithbook_poseacc

A double bed.

Redhead iphone 11_R or Moc iphone 11.

Optional: Draughty Doors by quiddity-jones.

Optional: [Simmerianne93]Traywithpancake_object B&B object as clutter.

Instructions on the original post.

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Do not claim my creations as your own.

Do not re-upload or modify my creations.

Do not make money of my creations.

Do not include my creations in Mods folders to download.

Please follow my Term Of Use.

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Download it now here — [Early access until September 19th, 2023]

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I really hope you like them and I will say on advance: Thank you so much for use them.

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[lovesickry]

- come out and play.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [3.1k] ┈⋆⭒ part 4 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here! ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contains: the "who did this to you" trope .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: I am neither condoning nor romanticising violence of any kind. this is a work of fiction. more drama incoming, promise just trying to sort out the timeline.

the sound of a blender roaring to life wakes you up, Daniel is still wrapped up in sleep next to you. curls strewn across the pillow and you're sure that you could almost hear landos smirk once you put together your current situation partnered with him doing this more or less on purpose on a random Friday morning severely hungover. you reluctantly roll out from under Daniels arm. the absence of his touch apparent in the cold air as you reach for the jacket you threw to the floor late last night. Daniel mumbles something incoherent and turns over and you see a flash of his back as he puts his arm over his head lazily. its not anything, but to you its too much and the reminder that you had been sleeping next to that all night was causing heat to rush to your cheeks as walk out of Lando's room into the hallway.

you glare at lando as you walk out, who’s face is already plastered with a grin. hes about to open his mouth before you interrupt him. "shut up" "but-" you walk over to him and look at whatever the fuck hes blending. a fucking vanilla milkshake. "you're a child" you say "don't change the subject" offended he draws his drink towards himself. "im not" "alright then" he stands up straight "did you or did you not sleep with Daniel in my bed?" your eyes widen because of course that's what he thought. "OHHHH" you giggle a little bit, exhaling through your nose. "no we didn't Jesus Christ, I wouldn't do that lando that's fucking disgusting" "so what you were just sleeping?" hes suspicious as he sips from his straw. he looks like a toddler. "yes I promise" "hmmm I don't believe you" "lando I swear we literally just went to bed because you were dead asleep on the couch, swear" he squints his eyes and tries to see if your lying, slightly joking but slightly serious. "oh come on" "yeah alright" he give him a nudge before organising breakfast for yourself looking in the cupboards. "how did the blender not wake Daniel up?" you ignore him, rolling your eyes and he comes and squeezes next to you. you push him away jokingly. "do you have any food in this house that's not ice cream I swear?" he opens a cupboard next to you and reveals a singular box of oats. "riveting" you close the cupboard. disheartened, vowing to just go get breakfast, guessing lando had only made the milkshake out of spite and anyways that isn't really breakfast. "okay im just gonna go to that place we like" "yum okay" that was more of an invitation for him to say he'd drive but a "yay" would suffice. except you wonder if your actually physically able to drive any of his cars. you voice this concern and he opens his arms extravagantly telling you to follow him to his elaborate garage apparently. he leads you to an Audi suv, he quickly lists off what he wants and insists you take his card and tells you Daniels coffee order as you climb in the car, still wearing your jeans and the jacket you picked up off the floor. the trip is uneventful, though you’re admiring the car most of the trip. the line isn’t too bad and you order your coffees and some sandwiches. landos is chicken and cheese (boring), you get your usual and you just get daniel one that looks like sliced beef and something else. you’re waiting against the wall outside for you coffees, it’s nice outside, it’s not too loud yet and the air is moving just enough to be pleasant. it would’ve been a nice morning had you not seen who you’d dreaded so much the minute you saw his name in your phone the past few days. theo was walking directly towards you and there wasn’t much else yiy could do but pretend you didn’t see and just hope he would maybe walk past? oh jesus he definitely fucking saw you. why didn’t lando just come with you. fuck fuck fuck, he was in front of you now.

“dylan?”

you wish you didn’t look up.

“theo.” a short monotones answer. a wavering firmness in your voice you hoped was apparent.

“why haven’t you been answering my calls”

you gulp of course he’d bring it up.

“i don’t wanna see you theo”

his face immediately changes, flashing red for a second before clenching his teeth. you hear your names being called for coffee and go to step past him. his hand grips your shoulder, harshly. digging a thumb underneath your collarbone. your eyes widen when you realise the grip he has on yiu. “let go” you try and shake your shoulder but he just holds it there. “what the fuck” you try a second time and go to walk to the counter, his hand a bruising grip on your shoulder now. you tear your shoulder away more harshly this time and his face resets as he watches you walk away as you scramble to the counter and then back into the car. he watches as you go. fucking creep. you’re halfway to landos when he calls you, coming through the cars centre console. you answer and before he can speak. “don’t ever talk to me again. fucking dickhead” you hang up and pull over to block him. trying to ignore everything that just happened. god he was such a creep what the fuck, he’d never done that before. he sends one last spiteful “slut” text message before you just about block him on everything. the whole rest of the way home your out of it, mind not steady in place. trying to focus on not totally landos car as you pull into his driveway. you open the front door and lando and daniel are in the middle of a conversation. “dude you’re so whipped for her” landos voice? you hear daniel laughing and he’s about to say something before you walk in the kitchen. you hadn’t announced yourself and they both turn and look at you, almost startled. you look side to side like you’re confused why they’re so shocked. “dude why are you like a fucking cat” lando says “not purposefully” you say shrugging, walking over to the bench island and placing the food and drinks down. lando comes over and promptly digs before you explain your just going to his room to change your shirt. (check if theo’s fucking episode gave you a massive bruise or not). you make it to landos room and pull the shirt you’re currently wearing to the side, revealing your left shoulder, sure enough there was already some bruising there, snaking it’s way around your collar bone. you press a finger down below your clavicle and wince slightly. it wasn’t anything massive but you weren’t going to brush it off, he knew he was fucking hurting you. “jesus” you mumble out loud as you get closer to the mirror to look. a knock comes at the door. “yeah” you call out. daniel opens the door and you’re quick to pull the side of your shirt back up and his face changes, eyebrows drawn together. you’re breathing increases as you worry if he just saw that. “hey are you okay?” he says walking towards where you were standing in front of the mirror. it was impossible to lie now, but you weren’t going to tell him the whole truth.

“i just ran into someone while i was out, not a big fan of him”

his face relaxes slightly though still holding firm.

“that guy who won’t stop calling you”

“yeah” you go to awkwardly itch your shoulder, out of habit. a sort of impulse you do in scenarios where you wish you could just get out. you guess you flashed daniel a bit of your bruise because his eyes snap open.

“what the fuck is that” your eyes refocus and you look at him, suddenly you’re so very vulnerable and you don’t know what to say.

“nothing” you say, not wanting to make a big deal or just generally making things awkward. oh god.

“no don’t do that, what the fuck dylan that wasn’t there last night” something in his voice brings back the intimacy of last night, of his hand draped over your body and the warmth you shared. you make contact with his eyes, brown and soft and increasingly forgiving. you pull your shirt collar to the side and look away. he can feel him burning through you, his gaze always felt like this.

“dylan” he says softly, like a prayer, like an apology.

“i know” you say gritting your teeth. you did know. that this made you look weak or unworthy or anything that you feared you were, christ this made you feel shitty, theo made it feel shitty.

“it was that guy wasn’t it?”

god how did he do it. you nod slowly. he lets out some kind of grunt followed by a mumble and the words “kill him”.

you just stand there, shirt pulled to the side, gaze forward. trying not to cry with the sheer rawness of the situation.

“come here” he says.

you walk a step forward and meet his arms, putting your head on his shoulder is too much. you shake slightly with the contact and the urge to cry and he puts one hand behind your head. the tears are coming and daniel is rubbing the back of your head. you can feel his heart, steady and deep. it reminds you that you’re alive. youre not sure how much time you spend in his arms but enough to feel like somebody has just pulled your heart out of your nose. you pull apart, wiping your face and mumbling a thank you before leaving him standing in the room alone. you let out a deep breath as you stand outside the door of landos room while you prepare to walk out to the living room. lando is still sitting where you left him, scrolling on his phone. he glances up and his eyes flicker softness before he stands up, taking in the hollowness and puffiness of your eyes.

“it wasn’t danny was it” he asks shortly.

“no” you laugh.

once again you find yourself with your head over someone’s heart as lando pulls you closer.

you pull apart and see daniel. softness replaced by an understanding as he smiles only just slightly as you, before walking over and finally looking at the sandwich you bought him. long forgotten. the mood quickly returns light after that, lando and Daniel falling into a comfortable conversation following the speedily oncoming start to the season. you welcome the rhythm of their voices as you zone out slightly, trying to not think about the fact that this common weekly occurrence is fading out as they approach the first race of the season.

grace picks you up before it gets any later and you tell her what happened in the car. she gets it and she pulls over to give you a hug and tell you she loves you. returning home to your messy apartment is suddenly a saving grace as you snuggle into bed, relinquishing your uni work for another day and letting your mind drift to more favourable things. like Daniels hands or his voice or the way his heartbeat punctured your eyes and made you feel like his blood was flowing into yours. you push your face further into the pillow as your thoughts get further away from innocent. the reminder of your existence in outside life comes from a wonderful email from your university, reminding you of your debt. lovely thanks so much for that. wonderful. oh and the first race starts in 2 weeks.......

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[solarwonux]

Business Proposal || knj (3/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, namjoon is pretty much not the nicest dude lol (will add more as it progresses), kinda sugar daddy au but not really. It will make sense I promise.

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 6.5k

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it���s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

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a/n: Kind off a filler chapter, but also let the drama commence we are literally just getting started haha. Again, I’m going to be pretty busy for the next month so I don’t know when I’ll upload another part. But I hope you like this one and as always lmk your thoughts. Thank you.xx

The knot in your throat is hard to ignore as you put away your belongings in cardboard boxes. The tiny apartment that served as your home is looking more barren with the more things you take down and pack. Jungkook always made fun of you for giving meaning to silly things and getting attached to them. He calls you a hoarder and maybe he is correct about you hoarding shit you don’t ever need, but you call yourself a collector.

Why else would you have twenty different pots and pans in different colors. Plates and bowls in different shapes, sizes and designs. And you don’t even want to think about all the mugs you’ve accumulated over the years. Or the little trinkets that are carefully scattered all over your apartment with purpose. Or the tiny shelves with miscellaneous pictures of different moments in your life. Your clothes are a different story you haven’t even made a dent in the pile sitting on top of your bed, and you’ve already packed two full suitcases.

You’re grateful for Jungkook, and that he’s here just looking at you with judgment instead of voicing his negative opinions about you not being able to let go of shit. Though, he keeps reminding you that most of your things might be put in storage anyway. Namjoon is very particular and according to Jungkook nothing cute or with colors other than indigo, black, white and beige exist in his apartment.

“What about this?” Jungkook holds out a tiny black rabbit figurine in between his thumb and forefinger. You got it at a street market a few years ago because you believed it would bring you good luck. Though, you aren’t sure where that luck has gone because you certainly have none of it right now.

“I’m keeping it.” You hold out your hand and he places it, in the middle of your palm rolling his eyes.  

“You’re going to have to get rid of something Bunny.” He says as his hands fall down by his sides in defeat. “My brother’s not going to let you keep any of this.” He signals to the many boxes you have already packed.

You shrug, folding up the last of your winter sweaters and placing them neatly in the box in front of you. “But I can still decorate my room how I want so I don’t care, plus I already got rid of some kitchenware.”

Jungkook sighs, “Yeah after I literally fought with you for an hour. And you still have so much of it, I don’t know how you expect Namjoon to agree to keeping an air fryer, a coffee machine, purple pans, that weird pot that kinda looks like a toy, and a hot pink blender. Don’t even get me started on the weird heart shaped bowls or that one plate that looks like cheese or the twenty five mugs you kept.” He lists with his fingers before running a hand through his hair. “I’m telling you he’s as minimalist as the word suggests.”

“Kookie, they're so cute I can’t get rid of them.” You argue, “plus they mean a lot to me.” You close the box in front of you and tape it shut. Last night you decided that all your winter stuff will be going into the storage unit in Namjoon’s apartment building. If what Jungkook says it’s true and that his brother literally has nothing. Then you can only assume so does his storage unit. Plus he’s already offered it to you.  

“They’re ceramic.”

“So, I got them all for a different purpose in different moments of my life therefore they mean a lot to me.” You say sternly and stand up.

“Whatever you say.” He puts his hands up in defeat and turns around to the shelf he had been working on taking down. “Honestly now I’m kinda glad you are going to be living with Joon, seeing him irritated is amusing.”

You roll your eyes moving to the pile on your bed. Putting away your summer clothes is next on your to-do list.

“Why do you have so many clothes anyway?” Jungkook whispers from behind you, making you groan, throwing the pale yellow shirt you have picked up in his direction.

“Why are you being so annoying today?”

Jungkook slyly smiles. It only irritates you more. He may be a full year older than you but sometimes he could be more annoying than your actual younger brother. “You can’t answer a question with a question.” He bites back, picking up a skimpy baby blue lace cheekster. “You’re going to wear this in front of my brother?” He cringes holding it out as if it were the plague.

The embarrassment is evident on your face as you snatch it away and throw it somewhere behind you. “If you’re not going to be of help, get out.” You spit out, avoiding his eyes as he bends over in laughter.

You let out an annoyed sigh, picking up an oversized blue button down and folding it. “

“I’m just fucking with you Bunny. You can wear whatever you want in front of my brother. Just give me a heads up before I walk in on the two of you–you know.” He gestures inappropriately with his hand, earning a glare from you, which only makes him laugh again.

“No I do not know because whatever you’re insinuating will never happen.”

“That’s what you say now.” He accuses, squinting his eyes in suspicion.

You pick up a lavender blouse with white flowers on it and throw it in his direction. “Make yourself useful and start folding.”

Jungkook smiles widely, throwing your blouse over your shoulder. He reaches out and pinches your cheek. You swat his hand away forcefully. He winks at you before saying, “You make it so easy to fuck with you, Bunny.” He starts folding your shirt and adds, “I thought I taught you better, where’s your back bone?”

“Keep talking and I’ll show you how well I remember all those self defense moves you taught me years ago.”

The pizza arrived at exactly ten. The movers had arrived an hour earlier, taking your bed, lounge chair, desk, kitchen table, kitchenware and old decorations. Everything else you had like your clothes and small miscellaneous things were in boxes waiting to be loaded into Jungkook’s car. Your old couch was on the curb waiting to be picked up by the donation trucks.

Now, you and Jungkook were sitting in your living room–old living room–with a Hawaiian pizza and two large beers in between the two of you. Your brother and his wife left as soon as the movers did. So, it was just a lonely last dinner in your apartment with Jungkook.

“You can always just move in with me.” Jungkook speaks up taking a big swing from his beer can. “I have like three spare mattresses and Bam recently learned to not get up on the couch without permission.” He mapped out, picking up another slice of pizza.

You throw the pineapple slice you have picked off into the box. As much as you had fought the shaggy haired man against his decision even bringing up your pineapple allergy. You had lost the very intense game of rock, paper scissors twenty minutes earlier.

“No thank you. I’d rather not be subjected to your 4am drunk karaoke sessions. Or wake up to you moaning in the kitchen because of food you’ve made.” You shrug, biting into your pizza slice. “Plus you bring too many people home with you and I enjoy my sleep.”

“I don’t do that anymore.” He shrugs, throwing the crust of the pizza into the box and grabbing another slice. It’s blasphemous how he loves pineapple on pizza–no hate to pineapple on pizza lovers, if you didn’t have a deadly pineapple allergy you’re sure you would love it–but he hates the best part of a pizza. Which is by far the crust.

“Which part?” You tilt your head to the side.

“Bringing people home. I stopped doing that years ago, Bunny, keep up.” He rolls his eyes, biting into his pizza and groaning as if it’s the most delicious thing ever.

You cringe. “This is what I mean. Why do you make everything sound so sexual?”

He swallows, “Why do you take everything so sexual?” He fights back, raising a knowing eyebrow at you.

“You can’t answer a question with a question.”

“You can’t answer my question by repeating my statement from earlier.”

You shake your head, grabbing his abandoned crust. “I take back everything I just said. This is the real reason as to why I can’t live with you.” You bite into it, smiling in delight.

“Cause’ I’m irresistible.” He winks.

“No, because you’re so annoying. I will never see a moment of peace.”

Jungkook laughs, throwing another perfectly edible crust into the box and grabbing another slice. “But you love me, right Bunny?”

You shake your head, swallowing and taking a swing from your beer. “Sadly, I do.”

Jungkook smiles, throwing you a thumbs up and a cheeky wink. You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

After a moment you look around your empty apartment, remembering how everything was perfectly laid out. The tiny frames of pictures of you, your family and your friends that used to decorate your walls. The abstract art piece that was hung on the wall behind your couch. Taehyung had gifted it to you after he disappeared for a few weeks in a crazy burst of inspiration. He said the bright colors reminded him of you, because somehow you always made him feel a little brighter no matter what.

You recall the little figurines that were placed on your useless tv unit because in the seven years that you lived in this apartment you never once bought a tv. They were miscellaneous things that were as useless as the unit but they meant a lot to you. Each one was handpicked by you for a purpose. The rabbit you had bought at a Lunar New Year market years ago. The ceramic watercolor-esque jewelry dish, you had found at a flea market. It was home to your crystals and not your actual jewelry, with the exception of your dad’s class ring that you had borrowed and never gave back.

Everything felt empty, even your fridge. It used to be decorated with magnets from places you had visited over the years. It had to-do lists and many sticky notes with affirmations written in ink splattered handwriting.

The night you first moved into the apartment it was hell. It was your first time living alone and every little sound sent a wave of panic through you. You had to call Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook to sleep over because you wholeheartedly believed someone would break in. Eventually things got simpler and you made your spaces yours. You never thought you’d grow attached to such a place, but you spent many nights dancing with just your string lights on. Singing at the top of your lungs. And crying because you missed your parents and brother. It was your home and even though your lease was up soon. It felt strange to not renew it again.

It almost felt like you were leaving a piece of yourself behind. A piece you never knew you had discovered until now.

“Bunny, don’t cry.” Jungkook coos beside you. The pizza is long forgotten, the box thrown haphazardly to the side as he brings you into his arms. “I know it’s hard but if we are being honest here you were outgrowing this place.”

You sniff, placing your head on top of his shoulder. “I would’ve made more room.”

Jungkook chuckles, carding his hand down your back, sending shivers up your spine. “You would’ve become a crazy hoarder. There was barely any space with all the shit you had.”

“That’s mean.” You shove him lightly. After a while of silence you speak up again. “This was my home Jungkook. I knew that I was eventually going to move out but I thought it would be because I was getting married.”

“You are getting married.” He deadpans, making you shove him even harder. He laughs.

“This doesn’t count, you know it’s not real.”

Jungkook waves you off, cradling his stomach as he bends over laughing, making you roll your eyes. “I was just trying to lighten up the mood. You know you’re always welcome at my place.” He wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you close again. “And I know things are rocky between you tweedle dee and tweedle dum. But Jimin and Taehyung will always have your back too.”

You sigh at the mention of Jimin’s name. It’s been two weeks since you last spoke to him and Taehyung. They have been ignoring your calls and texts. You’ve even thought about emailing them, but you’re well aware that neither of them have opened up their emails since college. You just hope that one day–soon–they’ll let you explain everything to them.

“I really hope so, Kookie.

Namjoon has been pacing in his living room since he woke up at four in the morning. He’s only had about four hours of sleep since he spent his entire afternoon and night clearing out his guest bedroom. It used to be his study, but he never once used it to do his work. The creaky old desk he got at a vintage shop a couple years ago was more of a showpiece. He had no issue parting ways with it. That was the easy part then came the bookshelf he once thought of using as a way to display his favorite artist books. But his research kept him occupied and he never once got around to it.

Parting ways with his books was something he never once thought he would have difficulty with. He made three piles; keep, maybe keep, give away. Everytime he put a book in the give away pile he would move it to the maybe pile and eventually the keep pile. It went on like this until midnight when he decided to abandon the task and go  to sleep. He didn’t expect his thoughts to wake him up at four in the morning. They were racing like they had some sort of urgency. And now he was wide awake in his living room with the same three piles, one overflowing more than the others.

If he had more space in his book shelves in the living room he would have no problem, but those shelves were also ones he needed to sort out. Not to mention the huge stack of to be read books occupying the space between his couch and favorite chair.

He doesn’t know how he let things get so out of hand. Though, everything seemed like a mess in his brain. Especially at this time at night. He knows if anything changed about where things were placed he would have a mental breakdown trying to look for something.

It's how things worked in his brain. It’s also probably the reason why he was unable to sleep. Now, because of his wild idea to have you move in with him. He knows things will change around his house. Apart from his vast collection of art, books and his plants, everything else in his apartment lacked any soul and emotion. He used to love coming home when he first moved in years ago, but slowly the light started to get sucked out of his place.

Subconsciously he knows that’s why he asked you to move in with him in the first place. It wasn’t his mom visiting unexpectedly or that carpooling to work would save him gas and his carbon footprint. It was because he missed coming home to something that had life.

That’s something he will never get himself to admit. Not outloud and especially not to himself. And now you’re set to arrive in fifteen minutes. He still hasn’t finished sorting out his books or done a very good job at pushing away that agonizing thought or the excitement and nerves. He’s been keeping himself occupied for hours but all he has done is wonder.

What do you look like when you go to sleep?

What do you look like when you wake up?

Do you still sleep with numerous stuffed animals?

Will you secretly place your little trinkets around his home without him noticing?

Do you eat breakfast or just have coffee?

Will you like having him around?

They’ve been moving so fast that he can’t grasp onto one. The second he brushes one off another one comes to the surface and it’s driving him insane. Sure, he doesn’t feel anything for you. Not then and certainly not now, but he is looking forward to getting to know you better. What makes you laugh and what makes you tick? Are you a stay at home person on the weekend? Or do you go out with your friends to catch up? Do you bring work home like he does? Or do you leave it all in the office and relax for the rest of the evening?

Again, these are thoughts he will never let himself admit out loud, but he has them and he just hopes they go away the second you ring his doorbell.

As if on cue, the chime brings him out of his daze. He puts down the current book he was holding–The Secret History by Donna Tartt. It’s the book you gave him for his birthday back then. You had read it about five times before giving it to him saying he would “absolutely love it.” Since then he’s read it numerous times. The paperback is fading a little bit; he's tried to get rid of it for years but for some reason he can never seem to get himself to do so.

He puts it in the keep pile and stands up. Rubbing his sweaty palms on his black cotton shorts, as he makes his way to the front door. He’s already had five cups of coffee but suddenly he feels the fatigue wash over him as soon as he puts his hand on his doorknob.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and opens the door, revealing a very casual looking you. You’re wearing gray sweatpants, a black tank top with a white knitted cover up. Jungkook and his signature black on black outfit stands by your side.

This is the moment he realizes that a new chapter of his book is about to commence.

Whoever told Namjoon that living on the top floor of the highest building in the world–note exaggeration–should be held responsible for the back ache you’re surely going to be dealing with at night.

It’s taken about ten trips for you, Jungkook, Namjoon and the movers to get all of your stuff inside of Namjoon’s home. It also doesn’t help that the owner of the very bland looking home keeps barking orders to not scratch the floors and watch for the art hanging on his walls. Understandable, but he could at least be a bit nicer. After all it’s his fault you’re in this mess in the first place.

“How can someone have so much shit?” Namjoon seethes as he places your last box in his living room. It’s not even an organized mess anymore. It’s downright a mess and he is close to losing it.

Jungkook laughs, taking a well deserved break on his couch, feet on top of his black coffee table. “You should’ve seen all the shit she didn’t keep.” He says, stretching his arms up and overhead. “This isn’t even half of it. You should be thanking me for convincing her to give away all the shit she didn’t need or use and she still kept some of it.”

“Hey,” you give Jungkook a pointed stare. “Everything has its purpose, sooner or later I was going to use them.”

“You didn’t need fifty different mugs. You literally only ever used the same five. And you didn’t need all those little ceramic figurines that absolutely served no purpose.” Jungkook argues, crossing his arms in front of him. He hasn’t slept and he has you to thank because all you did during the night while you stayed at his house was pace back and forth and clean his already clean apartment.

He understands that you were nervous but you could’ve been a little quieter or you could’ve let him sleep. Instead, you woke him up to keep you company while you rambled on and on and on about how this was a horrible idea. But what was he supposed to say? Everything he wanted to tell you, he had already said. In order to avoid sounding like a broken record he just listened to you rant while moving in and out of consciousness.

“Please tell me you didn’t bring fifty mugs to my house.” Namjoon says, scrunching his eyebrows and putting his hands on his hips. You sit on the floor in front of a box labeled kitchen and open it up.

“No, just twenty five of them.”

Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his hair. This was already starting out on a bad note. He only has one mug for his coffee and it’s been very useful since he’s moved in. He forgets that even though he’s a minimalist in some ways. You’re a maximist. Your bedroom back home was proof enough.

Your desk was always filled with crap and numerous journals. Your walls had different kinds of posters and tiny strips of pictures you had taken with your friends on a night out in whatever photobooth you could find. He doesn’t want to even get into the stuffed animals or the twenty different pillows you kept on your bed when you only slept with one.

He supposes some things just never change.

“We don’t need twenty five different mugs, or–” He looks into the box he had set on the kitchen counter and sighs, “--six different pans.” He brings out a white and purple one and another one the same color just slightly bigger. Your colorful aura is already clashing with his monochrome one. He has no idea if they will mix well.

“Believe me, you say that now, but I can guarantee you that one day you’re going to be searching for a specific pan while cooking and you’re going to thank me for keeping these.” The words spill out of your mouth with confidence and he can’t help but roll his eyes. Out of spite he will do everything in his power to make sure that day never comes.

Jungkook stands up and claps his hands in front of him. “Alright idiots, I have a date in like two hours, so we either get your bed built Bunny or you sleep on this lovely couch.” He interrupts in pointing to Namjoon’s not so comfy looking couch.

You stand up, trying to keep your mouth from going agape, this was certainly a huge surprise. Jungkook simply didn’t date. “With who?” You walk to him with your hands on your hips. Namjoon and your mugs have been completely forgotten.

“With my bed.” He winks and you groan. You knew it was too good to be true. “Now, come on, I don't understand why you picked the most complicated bed frame to build. There are more screws than anything I’ve ever gotten from IKEA and as simple as they try to make the instructions it still takes me five hours to build one shelf.” He walks past you and into the hallway leading up to rooms.

“They are easy to understand, you're just an idiot.” Namjoon speaks up, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing. This is how things were back then, clowning on Jungkook together. They were simple before feelings were involved, and you only wonder that if you kept your mouth shut would things still be that way.

Except you know that deep down they wouldn’t because neither of you would be in this situation. You can’t decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Whatever the answer to that is, you don’t want to find out, even more so now.

You ignore Namjoon’s comment and follow in Jungkook’s footsteps. The last thing you want is for him to break your beloved bedframe and you end up on Namjoon’s couch until you can afford to buy a new one. It’s this moment in particular that you miss Taehyung and Jimin the most. (Though, since falling out everything made you miss them.)  It took them a full hour to assemble it together with minimal complaints. You know it would’ve taken them nothing to take it apart, but now you will never know.

Jungkook stayed true to his word and left one hour later than when he said he would. It took him and Namjoon fighting a couple of times for your bed frame to finally be complete. And during his final hour before he left on his date. He helped you move the rest of your furniture into the room, including your precious desk, armchair and the numerous boxes of clothes books and decorations you had packed.  

During this time, Namjoon had barely spoken to you, except for the occasional “pass me the (insert name of tool,)” he directed towards you. Then he disappeared into the kitchen while you instructed Jungkook on where to place your belongings. Now, the filter was gone and you were left alone in a hollowed out house with its equally hollowed out owner.

You were keeping yourself occupied with hanging up your clothes when you heard a crash followed by a curse of pain coming from the kitchen. On instinct you ran out to find Namjoon holding his foot, mumbling profanities.

You swallow, placing your hands inside the pocket of your sweatpants. “Are you okay?”

Namjoon looks up, eyes full of water as he quickly releases his foot and clears his throat. “Umm, yeah, I just dropped one of your pots on my foot.” He brushes off, proceeding to pick up the pot Jungkook claims looks like a toy and places it on the counter. “I hope you don’t mind that I started to unpack the kitchen stuff. All the boxes were kind of driving me a little crazy.” He scratches the back of his neck, then points to the empty stack of boxes by the couch.

You shake your head. “Just show me where everything is so I don’t go crazy looking for shit tomorrow morning.” You say, walking towards the kitchen and stopping once you get to the other side of the counter.

He nods, and proceeds to move around. “Mugs and cups go here.” He opens the cabinet above the stove, showing you how neatly he arranged your colorful array of mugs by color and size. “The plates are here.” He moves over one cabinet and opens it, revealing three wooden racks full of your plates and his plates. “And I put the bowls up there. I know it's hard to reach but we can get a step stool or something.” He shrugs and then moves around the counter standing beside you. “You didn’t have a lot of utensils but the ones I found I put in here.” He opens up a drawer, and as expected everything was organized as neatly as possible in one of those kitchen drawer organizers. Forks, spoons, knives and chopsticks had their own compartment. You took note as you didn’t want to mess anything up.

If you were going to be living with him until further notice. Stepping on his toes and messing with his organization was something you didn’t intend on doing.

“I was just getting started on putting the pots and pans away, also I don’t know where to put your knife set since I already have one.” He says pointing to the box containing your pastel colored set of knives. Maybe you should’ve listened to Jungkook when he said you actually didn’t need them. They were just too cute to let go.

“That’s fine.” You wave your hand, discreetly taking two steps away from him. “Do you want any help?”

Namjoon pauses for a moment after he closes the drawer. He looks at the marble countertop in front of him in thought and then you. His gaze is hardened and unreadable. A look you’ve come to familiarize yourself with in the past few days that you’ve had to spend with him. It’s one he uses when the two of you are alone. You won’t lie, it annoys you a little.

“No, that’s okay. I was just going to put them in the cabinet next to the sink.” He speaks up before rounding the corner and standing in his original spot. You nod and take a step back.

“I guess I’ll be in my room unpacking. Don’t continue dropping things on your foot.” Your attempt at a joke goes ignored as he gives you a deadpan look before focusing his attention on the pot in front of him.

It’s strange how he hasn’t continued to complain about you having so much stuff. Or how he hasn’t declined anything you brought with you. He’s simply accepted it and is finding space for it. The complete opposite of what you imagined he would do. Once again he’s rendered you speechless and  you have no idea if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“I’ll try not to.”

It’s around two in the morning when you finally leave your new room. Namjoon’s living room–well you suppose it is now your living room too–is vacant. You let out a sigh of relief. The only reason why you left your room in the first place was because your stomach was growling and you couldn’t sleep.

You aren’t sure if Namjoon is asleep or if he’s in his room avoiding you all together. Could he really be just as childish as you? You want to believe the answer to that question is a big fat yes. But then again that’s only because you want to make yourself feel like you're not the only coward now living in this house.  

Still, he didn’t come seeking you after he briefly showed you around the kitchen. So, maybe you aren’t the only one who just doesn’t know what to say to the other person. How do you simply start a conversation without bringing up your past together?

There are so many things left unsaid. So many things that happened that night that have haunted you for years. So many things that broke down your character as everything unfolded right before your eyes. A part of you blames him for what ended up happening. Though, that’s only because it was easier to blame him than to blame yourself.

Even if your therapist and Jimin and Jungkook told you that nothing was your fault. It still felt like it was, especially because you only wanted to piss off Namjoon more than you already had. Maybe then he would finally have a reason to hate you, but again, he’s never really known what happened apart from your fight.

Nor, do you think you can tell him. In fear that he would look at you differently and put the blame on you. Just like you have done for years.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” Namjoon’s voice sounds from behind you, making you jump. You turn around meeting his piercing eyes as he makes his way into his kitchen.

“Nope, it’s a new space so everything feels weird.” You shrug, taking a seat on one of the island stools. “And I’m hungry.” You add, thinking it will somehow help your already valid reason.

Namjoon nods before opening his fridge. “I ordered chicken earlier, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted some or wanted me to bother you, but I saved you some.” He takes out the box and places it on the counter, moving around expertly before taking out one of your pans. See you knew they would come in handy. “I’ll heat it up for you.” He places it on the stove and turns the dial to a medium heat.

Your eyes grow wide as you start to get up. “You don’t have to, I can do it myself.”

Namjoon doesn’t have to face you, for you to know he’s rolled his eyes at your comment. “I don’t, but it gives me something to do. I’m not tired.” He shrugs, hovering his hand over the middle of the pan, to check if it was hot. Once he deems it hot enough he reaches over and grabs the leftover box of the chicken, dumping the sweet and sour delights into the pan.

You choose not to reply to him and instead look around. There were only a few boxes left for you to unpack, most of them being miscellaneous decoration pieces you had collected over the years. You know that as much as Namjoon didn’t mind having your kitchen ware mingle with his. You knew he wasn’t going to let you mess around with his minimalist aesthetic. Maybe you would just have to slowly find space for them. But maybe it was best that you didn’t. A couple of days ago he made it pretty clear that you weren’t something permanent in his life. So, why pretend like you were?

“Mom wanted us to go to brunch tomorrow, but I told her no. I figured you wanted to finish settling down before work on Monday.” Namjoon speaks up over the sizzling sound of the chicken.

Your head snaps to face him. “You didn’t have to do that, I could’ve finished unpacking over the week.”

Namjoon looks over at you and shakes his head. Before you can snap at him for whatever reason he speaks up. “You told me to keep in mind that you are your own person and that I can’t keep making decisions for you, and when I consider how you may feel about living things unfinished you tell me that I could’ve done the opposite of what you asked.” He reaches over and turns off the knob and turns to face you. “I don’t understand you.”

The audacity he has to spring up a decision he made like it was for your betterment is impalpable. Somehow him being somewhat considerate and listening to you, but at the same time not listening to you makes you want to scream. Instead, you close your eyes, feeling your appetite run away from you. “Yet, you just did exactly that.”

Namjoon tilts his head in confusion, taking the pan off the stove and bringing it over to where you’re sitting. “How? I did exactly what you wanted me to do. I told her no because I knew you would be tired after a whole day of moving.” He places down a heat mat and puts the pan over it.

You shake your head in disbelief. “No, you decided for me. You didn’t tell me your mother invited us over for brunch and instead told her we couldn’t go because I was going to be too tired when you don’t even know that.” You eye him as he takes out a pair of chopsticks. He stops once the words you’ve said sink in and glares at you.

“I don’t know what you want me to do? I agreed to meet you in the middle, I even agreed to your ridiculous list of demands and when I do, you say that that’s not what you wanted.” He places the chopsticks in front of you and scoffs.

You cross your arms in front of you. “But you didn’t meet me in the middle. Meeting me in the middle would be telling me that your mom invited us over and then hearing what I had to say about it. But instead you decided for me, you’re still not understanding.”

Namjoon groans, running a frustrated hand through his already messy bedhead. “Then please spell it out for me because I’m trying but you always have to fucking complicate things.”

“I’m not the one complicating things here. It’s simple, you only have to tell me things and then I’ll decide what I want or don’t want.”

Namjoon signs leaning his forearms on his marble counter, his arm veins popping out as he grips edge trying to regulate his anger. “This is exactly why?”

“Why what?” You push yourself off the chair, leaving your untouched chicken as you push in the stool.

“Why I would never marry you. You look too much into things and when someone calls you out on it you blame them. You’re just too difficult to deal with.” He says through clenched teeth.

You dig your nails into the palms of your hand. He has the nerve to throw one of your biggest insecurities back at you. It’s the reason why all of your past serious relationships have ended. Apart from the fact that they’ve always gotten bored and found someone new. It’s also the reason why your childhood best friends aren’t talking to you. You’re too much to deal with. So, why are you here in the first place?

“Then why did you come up with this whole elaborate plan?” Your voice is just above a whisper as you angrily keep yourself as composed as possible.

Namjoon pushes himself off the counter and stalks over to you. “I already told you because it’s not permanent. Trust me if my father had more time you wouldn’t be standing here.” He spits out and stops in front of you. “You’re not someone worthy of spending a life with.”

Your breath gets caught in the back of your throat as you blink back tears. This shouldn’t be affecting you as much as it is.  Especially because it’s something he’s hinted at since he first proposed the plan to you. But for some reason it does, especially his last comment. He knows that one of your biggest dreams is to get married and start a family. He also knows that all your previous partners have left you for the same reason. And he also knows that it will hurt you if he keeps repeating it. Almost as if he believes that you don’t understand how serious he is about keeping you as a temporary placement in his life.

Back then you would’ve yelled and cried. Yet, that girl was broken down and replaced as quickly as it took him to leave you and all the memories you shared together behind. So, you stand your ground, burning holes into his dragon like eyes and say, “Trust me when I say that you’re the person I hate the most in this world. That I might be difficult but you’re impossible. Your head is so big that you can’t see that the reason why you can’t seem to keep anyone around is because you push them away thinking you’re better than everyone else. It’s the reason why you might keep the money from your dad’s will but also the reason why you will end up alone.”

When you finish you can tell he’s taken your words to heart, that much you know from the fire burning behind his perfect brown eyes. Instead of responding he does the one thing you never expected him to do.

He kisses you.

a/n: lol I’m sorry. 

#kdiarynet #btshoneyhive #bts imagines #bts fanfiction #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts namjoon #bts x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon imagines #namjoon fic #namjoon fanfic #namjoon x reader

[telekinetictrait]

God help us – for art is long and life is short! (Faust: First Part, written by Johann Wolfgang Goethe and published in 1808)

hiiii heres the first part of what will (hopefully!!!) be a series of western women's fashion from 1800 to today. obviously, not all women looked like this or dressed like this. in fact, most didn't - these are largely going to be looks worn by women of a higher socioeconomic class, at least until maybe the 1880s. this is for a few reasons, mostly being, uh... availability of cc. i'd love to MAKE some historical cc but my laptop won't run blender. another reason is that the fashion of the upper classes is typically better recorded than that of lower classes, especially before the advent and popularization of photography. i'm just rambling now.

anyway! the first part: 1800-1809. we see the opulence of the georgians cling onto fashion in bows, feathers, and jewels. we also see the rise of waistlines to the iconic empire waist, and the influences of neoclassical aesthetics in fashion. hairstyles in particular were emulating those of the ancient greeks, also pulling a bit from the stuarts. this decade also allows me to share one of my favorite tidbits of fashion history: the coiffure à la titus! for a short time in the 1790s through the 1810s, some women (french women especially) took to cutting their hair short and choppy. the reasons range from inspiration taken from a popular play at the time, to symbolizing solidarity with women executed via guillotine. some men at the time thought that having short hair was actually hazardous to women's health, so while the titus cut wasn't the norm, it was widespread enough to cause quite a storm!

you'll notice that 1806 is missing. that's because the dress i used, uh... completely messed up the arms and i did not notice until i was making the gif. if you wanna see it, it'll be under the cut.

cc links + creator tags under the cut!!

see my resources page!

adelais : clepysdra's padme snail hair / ice-creamforbreakfast's vittoria pendant / hanalinori's morning in the garden dress / oydis' willow armlets / oydis' eloise flats

aelita : plasma-jane's athena hair, updated by my-historical-sims / s-clubs laurel crown (tsr download) / kaguya-fox's nioh oichi hair branch / simsonico's shining nikki shy lady dress conversion / dancemachinetrait's lydia flats

alanis : peebsplays' regency bun / joliebean's joanna earrings / leeleesims1's throw it on accessory wrap / dissia's amy accessory sleeves (tsr download) / zeussims' estrella gown

amalthea : simsonico's shining nikki shy lady headband conversion / mothz's accessory necktie / serenity-cc's accessory frilled turtleneck / sifix's hope dress (tsr download) / simsonico's shining nikki reminiscence of flower fan conversion

anamarija : okruee's cicero hair / pixelunivairse's pearls necklace / gilded-ghosts' bingley gown / maushasi's acc. lace top (search 'lace', accessory included in file) / dancemachinetrait's pemberley gloves / leonalure's transparent priestess scarf or here (REUPLOAD, original download on shady site. leonalure – if you see this and want me to take it down, just let me know!!) / dancemachinetrait's lydia flats

aoide : teanmoon's helen updo / zeussims' dreamer earrings / gilded-ghosts' highbury chemisette / sifix's giselle dress (tsr download) / dancemachinetrait's pemberley gloves

arden : bedisfull's feel my rhythm rose straw hat / izuko's urban animal faux fur scarf / gilded-ghosts' emma gown / dissia's ayiana accessory sleeves (tsr download) / simsonico's shining nikki reminiscence of flower fan conversion / joliebean's satin tip shoes

astrid : sadlydulcet's set 22 hat (search 'set #22') / nightingalesongx's low side bun / simsonico's shining nikki shy lady necklace conversion / dancemachinetrait's pemberley gloves / simsbrush's regency dress / dancemachinetrait's kitty flats

azucena : buzzardly28's gesina hair v2 / magnolianfarewell's venus dress / dustyratt's emma frost cape / dancemachinetrait's pemberley gloves / dancemachinetrait's kitty flats

thanks to @clepysdra @ice-creamforbreakfast @hanalinori @oydis @my-historical-sims @plasma-janes @kaguya-fox @simsonico @dancemachinetrait @peebsplays @joliebean @leeleesims1 @dissiasims @zeussims @serenity-cc @okruee @pixelunivairse @gilded-ghosts @teanmoon @bedisfull @nightingalesongx @simsbrush @buzzardly28 @magnolianfarewell and @dustyratt

(heres the failed 1806)

#my sims #sims 4 lookbook #sims 4 regency lookbook #ts4 regency #223 years #1800s #georgian #regency #historical

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : BRUNCH WITH THE HARLOWS

This idea and request came from none other than my girl @harlowcomehome 🩵🤝🏻 hope you like it.

It was a Sunday afternoon at the Harlow household, you were currently running around the kitchen trying to get the food ready for everyone.

Since the age of sixteen you and your six brothers had made a pact that every Sunday you would all get together for brunch.

It continued throughout the years, you even incorporated it into your relationship with Jack. It was a way for everyone to catch up and relax, even if it was only for a day.

“Mama, but daddy doesn’t like spicy.”

You smile, “I know bug, that’s why I always make two different batches.”

“I like spicy.”

“Missy, how would you like spicy food if I don’t give you anything with chile?” You turn to look at her as you’re pouring the boiled spices into the blender.

“Uncle Clay Clay gave us hot Cheetos and a spicy pickle.”

From the corner of your eye you can see who was walking into the kitchen but decided to make a turn.

“CLAYBORN HARLOW, you stay there.”

“H-how did you know?”

“My wife has Harlow senses.” Jack says, coming in behind him. “What did you do?” He asks his brother.

“Yeah, what did you do?” You ask him, smirking.

“I might have given the kids spicy snacks?” He shrugs, “In my defense it’s so they learn to handle spicy food, and not turn out like this weak one.” He says pointing to Jack.

“Hey, I can handle spicy.”

You smile at your husband, “Aww mi amor, no you can’t bubs, and that’s totally fine.”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t get grumpy daddy.” Mia laughs.

“Anyway, I came in here to see if you needed help taking out anything.”

“Hmm, probably take the sour cream, queso fresco and the avocados.” You tell them, pouring the hot sauce into a pan.

“That’s it?” Your husband asks, while taking out the stuff from the fridge.

“Come back in five minutes so you can help me take out the food.”

“Okay, um is this for outside?”

You turn around to see what he’s pointing at and nod. “Oh yess, Clay can you help your brother take out the jars of agua frescas please.”

“Did you make my favorite one?” His whole head is peeking into the fridge to see which flavor of aguas you made.

You laugh at that. “Yes, Jamaica and fresa con leche. Do not spill that one, that’s your mom’s favorite one.” You’re referring to the pepino con limón agua fresca.

“We’ll be back then.” Jack says and they both make two trips to take out the stuff needed for outside.

The brunch always happens outside, depending on the weather. When you and Jack were planning on building your forever home, you both decided to bring both your style into everything.

Your backyard and kitchen had to feel like back home. So you definitely incorporated some Mexican roots into your design.

You fall in love with your patio more every day, so whenever you can, you try to eat outside and cook as much as you can in your beautiful kitchen.

“Okay, which one do I take first?” Jack comes back in, heading to the stove.

“JACK NO.” You rush to him and smack his hands away. “No touching, and that one was the spicy one.”

“I’m hungry, and I’ve had the spicy ones before, I’m sure you didn’t overdo it.”

“I’m one hundred percent sure you won’t be able to handle it. Even your daughter said so.”

Jack raises his eyebrows and turns to look at Mia. “Really bug? I thought you were on my side?”

Mia shakes her head smiling. “I am on your side, but I saw how many baneros mama put in, those are really spicy, I heard grandma say.”

“Ohhh damn you used habaneros this time?”

You nod, “It’s a new salsa mi abuela shared with me.”

“So did you make one without the habaneros?”

“Don’t I always make one of each?” You ask him, crossing your arms.

“Yeah you do, okay let’s go.”

“I need to get napkins and wake Ezequiel up from him nap. Mia, go make sure daddy doesn’t serve himself the spicy one.”

Mia nods “okay mommy.” She answers and follows after Jack.

“Jackman, how are you going to serve when your wife isn’t seated yet?” Maggie scolds her oldest.

“She just texted me, she’s changing Ezequiel. I’m serving her plate and the kids, but I’ll wait for her to eat. You guys can go ahead and eat though.”

“No, that’s disrespectful.”

“We’ll wait for her as well then.” His dad answers.

Jack is helping serve the food onto everyone’s plates, while Maggie fills up the cups with agua fresca and orange juice.

“Oh daddy, that’s the spicy one.” Mia warns her dad.

“No, Clay took out the spicy one, I took this one out.”

Mia shakes her head “I know which cuchara mommy used for the spicy one.”

“I’m sure you’re mistaken bug.” Jack reassures his daughter.

Meanwhile Mia is shaking her head with her hands on her little forehead.

“Okay we’re ready to eat.” You announce as you and Ez are walking out to the patio.

You are finally seated and everyone starts to dig into their food.

“Mmm wow.” Maggie says. ”I will never get tired of your food. This is so delicious Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

“You taste that Maggie?” Druski asks, “That’s the taste of seasoning.”

“DRU.” You yell.

“Leave him, he loves to joke about my unseasoned food, but he was always getting seconds.”

Besides you, Jack starts coughing non stop.

You turn to face him and notice he’s turning red and sweating. “Uhh babe? What's wrong?”

“T-that.” He coughs. “That’s really hot.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Babe, you got the chilaquiles that I made with tomato sauce.”

“Yeah, and it’s spicy.” He’s chugging his water.

“Babe, that one didn’t have any chiles.”

“Mama, he got the wrong one.” Mia says from her seat, covering her mouth.

“Which one did you get Jack?”

“This one.” He points at the pan with the spicy chilaquiles rojos.

“No babe, that’s the habanero one.” You stand up and refill his cup with agua de pepino.

“I thought the spicy one was the one Clay took out?”

You shake your head “No, I told you, you had the spicy one.”

“Clay told me he had the spicy one.” He glares at his brother.

“You said you could handle spicy food, I was trying to prove a point.” He shrugs.

You shake your head. “Go inside and bring him a cup of milk and a paleta de limon please.”

Jack gets up from his seat, and starts doing jumping jacks.

“Jackman be serious, that’s not going to help.” His mom tells him, while she takes a sip of her drink.

“It’s going all the way to my head and down to my feet. It’s so spicy.”

“I told you daddy.” Mia yells out, taking a spoonful of her chilaquiles.

“I know Mia.” He groans out.

You shake your head, “Your brother is back with the milk and popsicle.” You grab his plate and transfer his food to your plate and serve him some of the non spicy chilaquiles.

“I don’t know who got you mad while making that sauce but a warning next time babe.”

“Jack, she makes two batches every time she cooks because she knows you don’t do well with spicy, so stop being so demanding.” Maggie tells him.

You smile at that, “He’s just dramatic. Plus, it’s a Mexican saying, when the salsa comes out spicy, we say that.”

“And we did tell him grandma. He just doesn’t listen, just like Ezequiel.”

“I do nothing.” Ez grumpily replies, he always wakes up in a mood.

Jack finally sits back down and he tries switching his plate with yours. “Do you want to die? I already got yours onto my plate.”

Jack's eyes go wide, “Oh my god, that would’ve been bad.” He takes a bite from his food. “Oh yeah, these are definitely the ones with tomato sauce.”

“You’re so weak man.” Dru laughs from his seat.

“All of you have so much to say when none of you even have the spicy one.”

“I got the spicy one and it’s bomb, a little hot, but it’s good Y/N.”

“Thank you Urb.” You reply.

You all continue eating and enjoying your Sunday afternoon. Sharing stories and laughing, even when Druski keeps picking on Jack and his mom.

“Did you add hot sauce on top of your eggs?” Jack asks you after a while.

“Huh?” You turn to look at him and see him halfway with the fork in his mouth. “WAIT.”

It was too late, he ate the egg but he immediately spat it out and started coughing.

“Who adds hot sauce on their eggs?” Jack coughs.

“I do.” You tell him.

“Shit not again.” He jumps out of his seat.

“Daddy, naughty word.” Mia yells out from her spot on the swing.

“Yeah yeah, you’ll be rich because my mouth is fucking burning, shit.” He replies and runs inside the kitchen, probably for some milk and ice.

You shake your head, “Never ending story with my husband.”

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[cboffshore]

with very little respect to that one feral Chima-purity-defender: here's that thing I was talking about the other day I now formally present THE SLOG THEORY.

obviously, this is STUPID rough. In order to make this way more accurate, I'd have to know how many normal days each season of Chima and Ninjago takes, which... not happening. I ain't doing that. This is very heavily rounded and largely for illustrative purposes.

(@ghostwalloper said I was cooking. It's dinnertime, pal.)

The original joke was that, since Chima is such a pain in the ass to watch and feels like it takes forever, obviously time in that realm must be WAY slower than in Ninjago, and only equalizes when The Merge happens and throws everything into a blender. Hence the name Slog Theory. I'm building on the time slowness thing here, because it's FUNNY. I could be entirely wrong - maybe everything in Chima happens in the span of five Ninjago minutes during the first season and they're just sitting around for the rest of the time.

Reading the chart: Blue side is Chima, with season chunks numbered. Red is Ninjago. Please note that the Ninjago season numbers are off to the side, ABOVE their related chunk, due to space. The purple V shape is when the Merge happens well after the end of N15. I drew this on my phone over breakfast, okay? Don't come at me for that. With that being said, I kept all of the time chunks on each side approximately the same just for ease of drawing, because - once again, for the people in the back - there is no way I am going back and doing the math to figure out exactly how many regular days each season takes. That's impossible. There are clues, sure, but WAY too many cuts. Just roll with it, please.

See those green zones on the blue Chima side? Those are our KEY POINTS. There are three, each correlating to some spot on the Ninjago side. They are:

The infamous Possession cameo. My brief research shows that this is an edited scene from EP 15 of C1, which leaves us two possibilities: either the cameo scene with Lloyd and Morro present is canon to BOTH sides, or history repeated itself on the Chima side after the original Eris/other bird iteration, and they all went to hang out on that hill again, hoping to see another fight. And boy did they deliver! Besides that scene EXPLICITLY being an edited version of one from C1, we also know that character lineup is consistent with C1.

The Beaver Portal thing from the second have of N11. It's trickier to place this in the Chima timeline because it doesn't have any of the main characters involved to indicate what season it happens in via armor or lineup, so I just let it fall where it may, which loosely suggests it happens somewhere off to the side between C2 and C3.

The final cliffhanger shot. Following with the time line I've already established with the other cameos, approximately 4-5 seasons have passed since the last one, which puts this after the end of N15 - right around where the Merge would kick off DR. Which would explain why we never see the Chima characters go have adventures down there - reality gets shredded first! Like, right after that shot!

Anyway! It's ultimately all pretty pointless - we're over here fighting over a toy commercial, after all - but I thought that drawing and writing it out a little more thoroughly helped me out, so I hope it helps you all, too.

#lila speaks #ninjago #legends of chima #Ninjago dragons rising spoilers #analysis freak lila back on her bullshit

[murmurlilies]

Less about OCs, but I'm interested to know what your process is like when creating a piece as detailed as that one you posted for Valentine's Day. How do you go about it? And do you happen to do time-lapse videos?

hmm can't say I can give an explanation that's terribly interesting or satisfying lol... I'm almost entirely self-taught, so "process" is a very loose and nebulous concept for me, and it changes from piece to piece. the one common thread among my works is that they all involve obscene amounts of trial and error. I don't have any recent time-lapses because I never think to record them, but if I did you would definitely see how often I feel the need to adjust and redo every little thing.

for the Valentine's Day piece, because it was a "remake" I had the benefit of a much more solid foundation than usual to start out with. however you can still see where I ended up deviating from the sketch phase - most obvious being her pose, the design of her hair, and the details of her sandals. (there were also meant to be candles on the dresser, but I forgot and didn't feel like adding them back in later and so I decided a vague suggestion of candlelight was enough lmao)

anyways, compared to everything else, sketching and linework are fairly straightforward and come most easily to me. there really isn't much to say, just scribble some messy lines and then whittle away at and draw over them till they magically become less messy!

when it comes to coloring and shading, things get a lot weirder and more complicated. this is where my process tends to vary the most, because it really depends on the mood of the piece. for this one I wanted something dark and seductive, so I covered the whole image in a layer of burgundy red, then painted the "lighting" on top across several Overlay layers. additional shadow details were brushed in on Multiply layers using deep purple instead of straight black, but ultimately I didn't want them to be too dark, as that initial layer of red was meant to serve as the primary "shadow" of the piece.

this is also usually where I decide which lines I want to "color" with clipping masks, which can either make certain elements pop or feel softer. it sorta brings the whole image together, giving it a much more painterly look overall. from there all that's left is to keep making adjustments and adding little details - the glittery effect on her dress was one of the last things I added, I thought it looked really nice!

...ok now take everything I just said and throw it all in a blender. because even though it might sound fairly orderly, the truth is I'm constantly making changes to all stages of my works, even the earliest ones, all the way to the end. I'll still be making adjustments to the linework and such after I've already put so much effort into the lights and shading! it's not the most efficient way of doing things... but again, trial and error. my perfectionism gets the better of me...

anyways I apologize if NONE of this made any sense, like I said I never had any formal training in art, so I'm not very good at teaching or explaining it!! at the end of the day my process is less about what makes logical sense and more about finding what feels right in a given moment. at the very least I hope it was a fun read lmao 🥳

#evayo asks #evayo art #glassborn #ocs #fun fact: i had no idea what to put in those dialogue bubbles till like an hour before upload LMAO... she could've been saying anything 🙊 #art

[brokenjere]

bad in the bones (c.f) (part 8)

a/n: hey guys! hope you enjoy this next part! I wanna let everyone know that I really only planned this series to be around 10 chapters, so I can’t say how many more parts are left but with that being said, I have some other things up my sleeve to keep everyone busy until season two comes out 🫣🫣🫣 lmk if you wanna be added to the tag list!

A lot of dads showed up - John, the man who had been like a father to me for most of my life up until last year when his marriage to Laurel ended more cordigally than I would have anticipated. Laurel still invited him up for the Fourth despite the fact his new girlfriend was on his arm and she couldn’t have been much older than me. She smiles and pretends it’s not crushing her soul, but I think maybe it was. At least just a little bit. 

Adam showed up, too. After Susannah told everyone he wasn’t coming, Conrad seemed to be in high spirits. He was still canoolding with Nicole in the pool and helped me, Belly, and Jeremiah make pomegranate margaritas in their dad’s special blender but his smile was brighter than I had seen it all morning. When he still thought his dad wasn’t coming. Adam still strolled in, though like everyone was happy to see him. Jeremiah was the only one who smiled. 

The only dad that didn’t show up was mine. Not that he was invited but I couldn’t help but think about where he was. Where my mom was. Who she was spending the holiday with. I doubt she had a homemade cake and margaritas and there probably weren’t red, white, and blue decorations surrounding her. There might be a pool. Maybe she was laying out by it and being served by someone in a fancy hotel that her new boyfriend was paying for. I didn’t really know. That’s where she was last year, anyway. 

I liked her being gone, then. All my friends and I got too drunk in the backyard because there were no adults to stop us. Josh waded in the pool near the edge where I sat. His hands gripped my calves and he kissed my thighs and he mumbled how much he loved me in between kisses. Everyone was envious of us. It was obvious in the way they watched us. Josh never cared much for PDA except when he was drinking. 

Last year, after spending so much time in the pool that he became a prune, he leaned over my tanning body and dripped water all over me while kissing my cheeks. He begged me to go upstairs with him and after telling him no too many times, he lifted me up bridal style and carried me up to my room while piles of water marked our path. 

This year, I’m alone with a bottle of vodka resting on my stomach. I balance the neck between my two fingers and it rises and falls with my breathing. Everyone is down at the beach with the pitcher of the pomegranate margaritas that we made. Belly begged me to come, holding my hands in hers as she pleaded with me. I told her I wasn’t feeling well and she hesitated, but left me anyway. 

The sun is shining through the window and I’m trying to keep my eyes closed to drown out the brightness but a shadow looms over my eyes. I opened one eye and suint at the figure hanging over me. It’s Conrad. “There you are,” he says with a laugh. His hair flops over his eyes and he’s smiling so wide I think he might swallow me whole. “I’ve been looking for you. Belly is getting totally wasted, you should see her.” I don’t laugh but I manage to muster a smile. “What’s wrong?” He asks me, his smile fading. I don’t want it to fade, I want it there plsatered between his cheeks forever. 

“Nothing.” He shakes his head as if he doesn’t believe me and grabs the bottle from me. He takes a sip and jumps over the couch. I move my legs so he doesn’t land on them and he pulls them back into his lap. “What are you doing up here?” 

“It was all getting too much. Everyone is out of hand,” he tells me. He watches the alcohol swirl around in the glass bottle and he’s not looking at me but his thumb is rubbing my calf as it pushes into his thigh and then he asks me if I’m watching the fireworks tonight. “Jeremiah got some good ones to impress Dad, but I don’t even know if he’s staying.” Their dad coming was a shock to everyone, I think. Susannah told everyone this morning he wasn’t going to come but he showed up later with a six-pack of beer and Conrad’s mood visibly shifted. I didn’t ask, though. 

“Why do you say that?” I ask carefully. His breath is shaky and my question wavers on thin ice. He sighs and squeezes my ankle. 

“He and my mom got into it earlier. I don’t think he really had to work, I think Mom didn’t want him here,” he tells me. I tap my foot on the bottle in his hands and he looks at me. His eyes make my heart break. “I didn’t really want him here, either.” 

“What about Jeremiah?” 

“He was ecstatic. Bought a whole show of fireworks.” I smile at the thought but Conrad doesn’t. “So, are you coming?” 

“I don’t think so.” He nods and taps his fingers on my legs. “Unless you want me to?” 

“There’s a moon eclipse tonight,” he says. 

“It’s called a syzygy,” I say. “When the moon, sun, and Earth align. It comes from the Greek word syzgia which means ‘yoked together’.” He smiles at me and I can feel my cheeks heat up. “I was in science club for a while,” I admit. Conrad laughs. A real laugh with his head thrown back and his face turning red and it’s contagious. 

“Yoked together, huh?” He asks and I nod. “Well, yn, do you want to go see the sun, moon, and Earth be yoked together with me later?” 

“What about Nicole?” I hate myself for asking but I have to know so I ask anyway. 

“She doesn’t mean anything to me but I can’t wait around for you forever.” He looks at me and I know he doesn’t want to not wait for me. We look at each other and I know I should say something and tell him he doesn’t have to wait for me because I’m right here but there’s too much at stake and instead of saying what I want to say, I reach for the bottle of vodka and drink it until it’s gone and the room erupts in noise. Susannah calls for cake and Belly is at her heels like a toddler feening for sugar. “We should go out there,” he mumbles, lifting my legs off his lap and standing up. My legs slam down on the couch and I feel horrible. 

I have no choice but to follow him for cake except there won’t be any cake because as I step out onto the patio, Belly skips down the stairs and trips over her own feet and knocks into Susannah and the cake goes everywhere. 

Everyone rushes to Susannah's side but I’m glued in place. Mr. Fisher grabs at his wife and she pushes him off - “don’t touch me,” she yells. Everyone draws back. I can see Conrad’s shoulder tense in front of me. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” She stands up, smooths down her dress, and walks passed everyone and into the house ignoring Belly’s slew of apologies. 

“So I guess no cake,” Conrad mumbles. I think I’m the only one who heard him. John brings Belly inside. She’s stumbling over her feet and slurring her words and John mouths I’m sorry to me. 

I don’t think Belly has ever gotten drunk before. In fact, she was always the one tellng everyone to slow down. She’d answer her phone on the first ring everytime I called and walked wherever I was. It wasn’t that big of a town and I never went very far, but one time she even had to take a bus to the party I was at. She waited for me and walked me home and made sure I didn’t stumble into the street. She provided water and Advil adn stayed with me when my mom wasn’t home. Belly was always stable. Sure. Secure. The sun that broke through my dark clouds.

It’s no surprise to me that no one is mad at her for ruining the cake. Even Susannah, who now has to buy a new cake stand, smiled and said everything was okay. No one could be mad at her even when she was a drunken mess. 

She’s in her bed, a half-eaten piece of pizza on her end table and she’s fast asleep. I almost want to wake her up. Tell her that everything is okay because Susannah said so and I know she would believe me. I want to tell her that she doesn’t have to change who she is because her friends at the country club want her to. She is not fasinators and white gloves and too much blush on her cheeks. She is not a drunken mess with sand in her shoes. She is more than that. 

There’s a soft knock on the door and I turn to see Conrad leaning against the door jam. He’s watching her, too. He doesn’t look at me until I speak. “Wanna go see the eclipse?” He smiles and holds out his hand for me and I take it. I check behind me one more time to make sure she’s asleep before disappearing down the hall with Conrad. Guilt rushing up my throat and I swallow it down. 

He takes me back to the pier as the sun goes down. We pass the big white boat and instead of taking me sailing, he takes me to Shark Bait. “You’re gonna take this thing out?” I ask, eyeing the ores  suspiciously. Conrad laughs and he helps me aboard. There’s already blankets in the boat and he opens one up to wrap it around my body. His hands linger on my arms and I swallow the guilt again. 

“You’re gonna help me row, okay?” 

“You don’t always have to teach me something, you know,” I whisper to him. I liked when he taught me stuff, though. I like when he’s passionate and excited and I like when he smiles with his eyes like he’s doing right now. 

“To impress a girl that already knows everything, I think I do.”

“You’d be surprised at how little I really know.” Conrad licks his lips and his eyes soften and instead of kissing him like I want to do, I pull away and grab at an ore. “So, how do we do this?” He clears his throat and talks me through the steps and we row the boat out as far as he lets me. I think I could have kept going forever until we hit another piece of land where no one knows us and no one is in love with him and I can kiss him if I want to. 

It starts to get really dark, especially out in the water where there are no lights besides the pier a million miles away. Conrad points to the stars and asks me what the constellations are and I tell him and then he gawks at me as if he’s never been more amazed in his life. He tells me, “I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.” 

And I want to say, “I love you.” But I don’t. I don’t say it and I don’t know if I love him but right now, in the dark, when I can’t really see his face clearly and his arm feels more real next to mine than it has ever felt before, I might. 

We sit on the floor of the boat and lean back against the seat. Conrad’s hand finds my leg and he rests it on my thigh. His fingers rub against my skin. It’s sweet and respectful and I don’t make him stop because right now it’s just me, him, and the planets being yoked together. I turn my head to say something and Conrad turns his at the same time and the only reason I know he’s so close to me is because I can feel his breath on my lips. The tip of his nose is touching mine and when I can’t see him, it’s easier to press my lips to his and not feel guilty. 

His hand finds my face in the dark and he cups my cheek. I lose myself in him. His lips, his scent, the way his hair brushes against my forehead when he presses his body closer to mine. This kiss is different. I’m not kissing him because I want to forget. I’m not kissing him because he’s here and convenient. I’m kissing him because I want to and the way that I’m feeling inside needs a way to escape and the only way they can be let out is this. 

I find myself on top of him. My hands are in his hair. His hands are on my waist. He pulls away briefly and between his heavy breath he says, “are you sure?” I’m not sure what he means by that, at least not right away. I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t sure but I put myself in his shoes for a moment and maybe he doesn’t know that. I nod. “I don’t want you to be sure now and then regret it in the morning.” 

“I don’t regret anything,” I say. “I don’t regret anything when it’s with you.” I mean it. I try to force him to believe me so I kiss him again and he leans into me and I know he does. 

“Then what’s been the issue?” He whispers. His thumb rubs against my cheek and I lean my face into him. “You know I can’t get you out of my mind.” 

“Belly,” I tell him. “She loves you and she’s my best friend.” He stiffens and maybe now he gets it. Why I said I can’t be with him. My heart races and I have to tell myself he’s not going to get up. He’s not going to leave. He’s not going to make me feel like I made a mistake. I repeat these three things in my head until he eventually speaks. 

“That’s why you asked me that the first night on the beach? About her?” I nod my head and he kisses my forehead and I like us like this. “Okay,” he says. I don’t know what he means by that but I don’t care because he kisses me again and I kiss him back and he roll around on the bottom of the boat and we’re wrapped up in the blanket and each other. He strokes my head and tells me stories until I fall asleep on his chest. I don’t wake up until the sun does. 

We row back to the pier and we don’t talk about last night. Not really, anyway. He smirks when he looks at me and keeps eye contact for too long but I don’t blame him because if I could, I’d capture the way he looks right now and keep it in my back pocket forever. “Are you ready to go home?” He’s leaning against the passenger side door of the car with a hesitant smile on his face.

“No, but yes.” He pushes himself off the car and kisses me. He lingers on my lips like he doesn’t want the moment to end and then he opens my door for me and drives us home. He holds my hand the whole way until we pull into the driveway. Seeing the house puts a pit in my stomach and he asks me if he can kiss me one more time before we go back to the real world and with the entire family still asleep. I say yes. 

The house feels heavier now that my head is so full of secrets and I knock on Belly’s door instinctively. She opens the door with a smile on her face. It looks misplaced because she’s not supposed to be happy, she’s supposed to be hungover, and seeing her happier than I feel inside makes me feel jealous and that makes me feel selfish. “What’s wrong?” She asks. The expression on my face was probably clear: guilt and fear, but not regret. Never regret.  I start to cry. I feel the tears drip down my cheeks and I try to wipe them away but Belly grabs my wrists and pulls me inside the room before I can and I sob. I collapse into her arms and I cry all over her pajama shirt and she doesn’t say anything. I can barely hear myself speaking but I know what I’m saying. Everything is wrong. Everything is wrong. Everything is wrong.

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[diazsdimples]

A small snippet of my Chapter 15 WIP!!

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They’d just gotten back from a very low-key call when Eddie cornered Buck in the loft of the fire station. Buck was in the kitchen, preparing himself a smoothie when Eddie sidled up to him, sitting on a barstool opposite the man and resting his arms on the countertop.

“Hey” Eddie said as he sat down.

Buck looked up and smiled. “Hey yourself”.

“I’ve been thinking” Eddie began.

“Hope it didn’t hurt too much”.

Eddie sent Buck a flat look before continuing. “I was thinking about your proposal the other night”.

Buck stiffened imperceptibly. “And?” he asked, as casual as possible while chopping up mango pieces and throwing them in the blender.

Eddie leaned forward on his arms. “And I think you’re right. It’s the natural progression of our relationship and it makes sense. As you said, Chris and I basically live with you anyway and there’d be a load of financial benefits, as well as being able to see you and Aidan more often”.

Buck nodded as he listened, only half-paying attention to the banana he was peeling. “What did Chris think?”.

Eddie dipped his head and let out a small laugh. “Chris was all for it. He prefers his room at your house anyway. Plus, and don’t tell him I told you this, but I heard him talking about his “baby brother” to one of his friends yesterday. He seems just as in it as we are”.

Hearing this made Buck go giddy. They were finally starting to be a proper little family. He set down the banana and sidestepped around the island, standing in front of Eddie.

“Does this mean you accept my proposal?”

“Proposal? Who proposed? You’re getting married??”. The moment was interrupted by Chimney’s arrival, the man clearly having only heard the final part of the conversation.

“Married? Already?” Hen chimed in, following closely behind Chimney as she went for a glass of water. “You two move fast don’t ya?”

Eddie rolled his eyes with a playful huff. “We are not getting married” he emphasised, ignoring the two sets of disbelieving raised eyebrows that were shot in his direction.

“Eddie and Chris are going to move in. We figured that because they already stay at mine during the week and it’s a 4 bedroom house, it made more sense” Buck explained, placing a reassuring hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

Hen nodded understandingly but Chimney was undeterred. “Considering the rate you two move that means a wedding couldn’t be more than, what, 4 months away?” he teased. Buck flushed deeply and ducked his head so his friends couldn’t see his flaming cheeks.

“Ooo what do you think they’ll do with their last names?” Hen asked as she settled herself into the barstool between Eddie and Chimney, regarding the former with amusement. “My money is on Buckley-Diaz”.

“Not Diaz-Buckley?” Eddie queried.

Chimney wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Nah, doesn’t flow well. What you really need is to make up a whole new surname”.

Buck shook his head in disbelief and moved back to where he’d been preparing his smoothie, chopping up a pineapple with unusual force.

“What, like Biaz or something?” Hen asked as she sipped at her water.

“Something like that, but also not, it’s gotta sound right” Chimney replied. He looked up at Bobby as the fire captain wandered into the kitchen, about to make a start on dinner. “Hey Bobby, when Buck and Eddie get married, what do you think they should change their surname to?”

Bobby looked up, alarmed. “Buck and Eddie are getting married?” he asked in disbelief.

“No!” Buck said emphatically, shooting Chimney and Hen a warning look while Eddie snorted into his coffee.

“But just say they were, what’s a good name that’s like a mix of the two of theirs.” Chimney pressed. “We’ve overruled Buckley-Diaz, Diaz-Buckley and Biaz”.

Bobby looked thoughtful for a minute. “Dickley” he eventually replied, confidently.

“DICKLEY!” Hen shrieked with laughter as Buck and Eddie stared at the older man, dumbfounded. “Cap you’re a fucking genius”.

“It works so well too because they both love dick and are both total dickheads” Chimney chuckled as he wiped a tear from his eye. Bobby looked mighty proud of himself as he sidestepped around Buck to grab a spatula.

Buck decided then would be the perfect moment to turn on the blender, it’s loud whirring drowning out Hen and Chimney’s hoots of laughter and weak repetitions of “Dickley” between hiccups.

#911 abc #911 buddie #911 fanfic #911 fox #911verse #eddie diaz #eddie x buck #evan buck buckely #buddie #911 on fox #buddie ao3 #buddie 911 #buddie fic #buck x eddie #evan buckley #bobby nash #chimney han #henrietta wilson #the 118 #station 118 #118 firefam #118 fam #buck #firefam #hen and chim being menaces #guessing buck and eddie's last name #dickley #911 fandom #911 crack #911 on abc

[e2019]

Hi Lyn i hope you’ll have a great day 🌸

morning uppers-addicted-jester95,

thank you i had a pretty good day i went to work and it was an easy day as always. at first i thought my coworker wasnt gonna show up which doesnt really make much of a difference for me except it would be slightly annoying, it didnt matter tho cuz he did eventually show up so all's well that ends well

i listen to music all thru my shift but today i listened to a lot of new (to me) music and it was all really good so i was very happy/excited about that

the only thing i can complain about really is that for the past week or so it's been feeling like i'm starting to get sick and it's tripping me the fuck out because i pretty much never get sick. except at the end of last year i got some mysterious respiratory infection diagnosed as "not-pneumonia" and that was by far the sickest i've ever been in my life i couldnt even walk or stand up w/o struggling to breathe it was crazy cuz i never been sick like that before and it lasted a long time but im better now so it's ok. anyways it's weird cuz like yesterday i felt great, much better than i have in a long time, but today i woke up feeling bad again, then halfway thru my shift i started feeling ok again, now i feel pretty good, overall it's not bad it's just annoying

i broke my blender 2 days ago and got a new one yesterday. i used it for the first time today. this one cant blend ice cubes either so i think i'll break it too before u know it

well thats whats new in my world today. how about you? i hopeyoure having a good day as well

lets all have a good thursday everyone, love from texas

#ask #uppers-addicted-jester95

[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

so I wrote something :)

for the first time in forever, I wrote something, and it’s about this one AU I’ve had in my head forever, so here it is.

I hope you enjoy, and instead of my taglist, I’m just gonna tag some peeps I think would like to read it (my taglist is so outdated fr)

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Word Count: 886 words

Warnings: mentions of death, angst and fluff mixed together, mentions of past trauma (not detailed, but mentioned)

Genre: Angst, fluff, comfort

Notes: This relates to snippet #12 on the “That One AU” master post, you don’t have to read it, but it gives more context. This is also an OC within Marvel I’ve created (V), so when I say “that one AU”, this is the general idea I mean :)

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chronicle I - tissues

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“I’ll stay.”

V had meant it when she said it, even if that had been 3 days ago.

Sick super soldiers were nothing to mess with.

Snotty tissues, those rattling coughs, the fitful rest. Nothing about it was pleasant, sickness was just that.

Yet V remembered that night he had taken her in, when the nightmares tantalized themselves into shadow figures on the walls. One’s that followed her, slithered up the walls, snakes ready to dip their fangs into their prey.

V was prey that night.

She would have been eaten, venom injected, poison filling veins until nothing was left but a rotting carcass, and memories of all the blood spilt by her hand.

James Bucky had saved her that night.

In his room, with that soft sage green lamp, nothing could hurt her there.

V was indebted to him, whether he knew it or not.

So taking care of a sick super soldier?

That was just a simple token, a small step in the debt she felt she owed him.

“You know you don’t have to take care of me, right?”

In the days V had taken care of the super soldier, she’d cleaned up the mess of tissues, helped him become more comfortable, given him medicine, even gone as far as making him stew today.

She shrugged as she carefully set up the little table on his bed, where he was laying now. Better looking than he had in the previous days, but still grasped by the vices of the cold he had.

“I know. But I want to.”

He smiled.

He did that a lot when she was around.

It was almost like a different smile, one only she was privy to see.

V didn’t dwell on it.

“What’s this?”

She had talked to him more than she ever had.

She thought at first, it would be strange. To be so silent, only to speak in large amounts while taking care of him. While she would have preferred to stay in the silence of her world, she knew it would be unavoidable to speak while taking care of him.

She was also finding she didn’t mind it so much.

“Chicken stew. Jarvis helped me with the recipe.”

She had no clue what she was doing in the kitchen, and thank god that billionaire genius had the technology to help her.

“Chicken stew?”

A blank stare met his eyes, tender movements as she set it on the table.

She didn’t understand.

“Chicken stew is my favorite. My mom used to make it all the time, back when…”

There was that strange understanding they both had. Lives lived, but somehow forgotten, through the torment and tragedy of memories stolen and traded. Lives where choices were made for the two of them, where things called blenders still stung to the core, and always fearing the cold would catch up eventually.

“I didn’t know that.”

He smiled.

Again.

“Just makes it all the more better.”

She helped to prop him up, fluffing pillows behind him, allowing him to sit up.

Then the silence.

Sips of stew, soft breaths, no cold.

She didn’t smile, she didn’t know how to truly do it.

But taking care of this sick super soldier, watching as he sipped the stew that had almost burned down the entire building because it had been so long since she’d cooked?

Something within her made her want to smile.

She just-

“My favorite color is green.”

She looked up to him, the tissues covering the ground losing her attention.

They weren’t that interesting anyway.

“I couldn’t tell.”

That was one thing she had learned about the super soldier in the days she had come to be his caretaker.

Green.

Everywhere.

Bedding that was green, and various articles of clothing that were green, even a few plants by the window that were, albeit between life and death, still green.

She didn’t understand.

“Why?”

He knew she wasn’t asking why his favorite color was green.

“Maybe I want to know yours.”

He wanted to see if it was still the same, just as it had always been.

Even if she didn’t remember everything else with it.

V hadn’t really thought of a favorite color.

Though for some reason she knew the answer when his statement, his curiosity, was made known.

“Poppy-”

“Poppy red.”

She stared at him.

How had he known?

A clearing of a throat, her stare more curious.

He should have held his tongue.

“I noticed you wear red a lot. I thought, well I guess I just- researched the type of red you wear. I guess.”

The tissues littering the floor were interesting suddenly.

He hadn’t meant to say it.

He knew he shouldn’t push it, shouldn’t push the boundaries of the memories and hopes and dreams he held.

Bucky knew he had stepped too far, the distance growing, gro w ing, gr o w i n g-

“So what’s with you and green?”

It was his turn to blank stare.

Tissues once again abandoned.

“I have to research now.”

Bucky wasn’t sure, he was bad at reading her, time passed too far and too soon.

He was fairly sure there was a hint, a small peek at a smile.

The distance was closed.

A strange softness settled between the two.

The tissues could wait.

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some peeps I think who would like this: @hellothere-generalangsty @eyecandyeoz @monako-jinn-stories @rainydaydream-gal18 @emperor-palpaminty @ahsokasleftbicep @chaoticvampirejedi

#marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #winter solider #the winter solider #bucky barnes #chronicle I #the chronicles #that one au #v #bucky x oc #bucky barnes x of #winter solider x oc #angst #fluff #comfort #i hope you enjoy #first time back #feels weird but good :)

[liauditore]

Thought I might say hello and make some small talk, seeing that I'm camping on your trafficshipping tag and all.

Well hi! Lovely place you've got here. Fantastic art, GREAT vibes, very nice. I'm specially enjoying your character rambling; your takes on them are super interesting and they tickle my brain 👀

May I send Divorce Fource/Quartet and Majorwood for the shipping bingo? Divorce Fource were a right mess (affectionate <3) and a perfect one at that, but I can't help but wonder how the recipe would have turned out if the soul ties were Cleo-Pearl, Martyn-Scott.

Also there is so much potential in Limlife Majorwood for eroguro if you're nasty. Which I am. Time cannibalism, respawning mechanics, birthday time... blender go brrrr 👀

!!!!!!!

y'all are really enabling my habit of long ass posts huh 😭😭

OK SO first off thankyou so much?? thats so sweet?????? 😭😭 i really don't think my character ramblings are anything special, but i like reading other ppls insane takes so i thought i'd provide others with the same 👍

not to get too into it but i feel like a series like life smp is best enjoyed with your own crazy delulu takes (similar to touhou if anyone heres familiar w/ that fandom). and it makes me kinda sad to see ppl arguing abt whats 'canon' or 'correct' cus that's no fun lol

ANYWAY yeah uh im glad u like the vibes!! :J

TREEBARK

this one first cus chronology. I honestly don't know if there's anything I can say here that hasn't been said before? But yeah they're. tasty. something about martyn waiting the entirety of third life to betray ren and never getting the chance and now longing to have him back. lots of regret but regret. for what. yknow. and ren always looking out for martyn even from a distance. and then martyn losing that connection in limlife.

yeah i can see why people ship lmao

uhh i don't really know what else to write here so have some of my insane ramblings copy+pasted from my shipping doc 👍

Martyn fancies himself a schemer, someone who's not afraid to play the game the way it's intended. If that means earning a powerful ally's trust only to shatter it then he was going to do it. Only, Martyn's bark is worse than his bite, and every night he spends in lying awake in those soft, warm sheets that Ren had laid out just for him (freshly washed too, he might add. Smelled like sunshine) he wonders if he can do it. He can, of course. (he can't. he won't. he's too soft. soft and useless.) He'd cut his head off already. (he wants to vomit) (this is why no one needs you. wants you. loves you) Who cares about other people anyway? He is the only one who really matters. (the thought of being alone makes him want to cry) Ren, on the other hand, is a capable leader. The definition of loyal and dependable, if not a bit dramatic. He struggles with self-worth, being good enough, useful enough, powerful enough. But to others, he's the opposite, caring and protective of any who would ask for his aid. After all, every citizen deserves to live in safety and comfort, and providing that is what a good King would do. ~ Martyn's not as sneaky as he thinks he is. Ren knows. Ren sees the signs. It's a death game for a reason. But he doesn't let Martyn know. He doesn't even hold it against him. He doesn't see the bloodthirst anymore, only the broken pieces lying underneath. ~ or the King's Hand, it was the thrill of feeling Useful, Powerful, Feared (loved). He was going to miss it after he betrayed him, the high of bloodlust, the smell in the air as he charged into battle. (the way his hands held him so gently) For the King himself, deep down he knew it was never to be. He had met a monster, but he hoped his efforts calmed the storm ever so slightly. On some days, he pretends to forget about the death game entirely and imagines the speech he'd give to retire his Hand. "You don't have to fight anymore," he'd say, "I'll take care of you from now on, I promise. So put the sword down, okay?" But in the end, it was all a fantasy, wasn't it?

^ yes this is so cheesy but so are they.

Cry with me again Smile with me again Scream with me again Sing with me again Dance with me again Talk to me again…

"Lower One's Eyes" (Oktavia translyrics)

MAJORWOOD

I think.. I talk too much abt scott seeing as that's who everyone points out when it comes to my headcanons 😭😭 but uh i swear everyone else is just as messed up. and martyn is like. just as bad if not worse (if that wasn't made clear from my ramblings before)

anyway uh say it with me rebound 👏 relationship 👏

i think they're both.. very numb to it all once limlife rolls around. they're just tired and have this mutual understanding and both think they're horrible people. martyn just wants to play the game. scott doesn't even know what he wants anymore.

but ofc, they're both still human and want love and comfort, so they try to seek that from one another. even if it's fake. even if it doesn't matter in the end.

Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am I know who you pretend I am

Washing Machine Heart (Mitski)

We’re the Delusioned Victim Cash-in Union Praise to the “love” that will bring salvation!  Two fools singing to a shallow melody Restart, reflation, teleportation Time and again we’re stuck in rotation Circles inside a love without any ending

MKDR (SirHamnet Lyrics)

Scott uses Martyn as a replacement for Jimmy and Martyn uses Scott as a replacement for Ren. they know they dislike eachother (see: all of double life) and that only one of them will make it out alive. but they can't get that love and comfort from anyone else now.

also uhhh eroguro my beloved...... im assuming this is getting brought up cus of my mentions of loving eroguro in the past. and yes to all of that very much i agree. but i do have kind of.. a limit to what i do w/ these characters specifically because of the fandom/ccs (at least publicly). if i ever do decide to share the nastier stuff in my head or go into detail on gore and whatnot i'd probs make a sideblog and tuck it away and maybe block scott and martyn for always somehow showing up on my posts lmao

#asks #ask games #trafficshipping #treebark #majorwood #the 'team BEST/divorce quartet enjoyer' thing in my pinned is just code for #'i will go insane abt any ship involving any of these guys' #i didn't do divorce quartet as a whole soz just cus that would be WAYY TOO LONG Actually 😭😭 #and also a lot of it i feel is already covered thru majorwood and zombiewood #but yeah they're so messed up therapy aint helping that situation y'all need lawyers

[44insects]

hi insects (is that how you like being called or do yu have another nickname??? 44 ??? not sure sorry anyways) i love ur art so much i think abt it constantly ur ocs are very very cool i specially like kiwi!!! not sure if u have stories mapped out for them or anything but im very curious about her backstory and also elizabeth's (like, she's made out of meat right. is she alive? is she a meatloaf? is magic involved? what kind of meat is she??? Who made her??)

totally understand if u don't know or don't want to share those things just thought I'd let you know i admire ur art a lot!!!

hi! everyone online calls me insects, you can call me insects! thank you so much for your kind words! i'll reply to your questions under a readmore!

ive had a few ideas about kiwi and stories id like to write about her but it all feels unsatisfying since ive had her since i was like 10 years old! so she feels really important, it almost feels hard to do her justice.. but i think that if i keep making paintings of her, eventually i could figure something out, it might involve her blue friend as well.. its hard to say

as for elizabeth, she was made by nina! nina was originally my idea for a doll i want in real life(but she had blonde hair in my mind), and then i made her in secondlife and she ended up looking the way she does, then i made eliza out of prims in secondlife and eventually in blender.. i have a blog about them where i write from ninas perspective sometimes but its not so great or active. i would say eliza is not sentient and doesn't move, sometimes in my sl gifs she does but thats mostly because it looks fun! meatloaf would be cool but i think the closest that comes to her consistency is like a cloned or 3d printed steak. maybe i will change these facts later but this is the way i look at it for now..

thank you again for your interest! i hope you have a wonderful day!!

#i feel like soon i could probably draw more again #i dont know what it is lately #like a mental block but also it feels like im taking a break kind of #but soon ill be ready to think deeply about my characters again #thats how it feels..

[novelcain]

Ooooh dragon theories!!!!! I, for one really wanna hear it!

I'm a curious lad and you just mentioned one of the most universal and fascinating mythological beings. I must know what theory you have about them.

- 🐟

FINALLY I CAN ANSWER THIS NOW!!

This ask was based on another ask, which you can find here!

*SHAKES A CAN OF ROCKS*

GATHER ROUND CHILLENS! CAUSE ITS TIME FOR A SKITTLE RAMBLE!

Ok so technically I have a few theories about why dragons are so universal!

The easiest one is that humans as individuals aren't special and think alike a lot more than people want to admit which could be why we have so many repeat concepts throughout history where there was absolutely NO contact with the other cultures some even happening at similar times halfway across the world when that kind of communication wasn't possible😐... But I don't like that idea!😃 *throws it into a wood chipper and aggressive shoves the remains in a blender*

*dusts myself off* NEXT THEORY! You guys may wanna get comfortable for this one.

Now, this one may seem kinda far fetched, but I personally believe it has some merit, so stick with me here! IN FACT, this was actually going to be my college thesis before I dropped out, so I have collected a lot of evidence to support it at least being a possibility! (And in case anyone was wanting to know what I studied I majored in biochemistry and mechanical engineering and minored in psychology. If anyone wants to know more about that feel free to ask.😌 NOW BACK TO MY HYPOTHESIS!) But before we begin☝️, a question. Have any of you ever experienced a situation where you've met someone you've never known get to talking to them and realized that they've had the same wacky and insane idea as you that you've never told anyone about? Well, there's a term for! It's called ✨social consciousness✨! And because of this fascinating concept, I spent my high school and college years secretly experimenting on all my friends, family, and any stranger I was in the company of for longer than five minutes! (Ritz if you're seeing this, yes, I did use you as a test subject, but you can't be mad because you were and still are my favorite one.😁) All to push the limits of this concept in the name of science! And fear not! No humans were harmed in the making of these experiments except for that one kid in my high school college program who had an existential crisis when I discussed this theory of mine with him but that's neither here nor there. ANYWAYS! What I discovered was FASCINATING to say the least! I found that within close proximities, thoughts can to some degree be interpreted! And no I don't mean telepathy. Nothing has come out of those experiments so far BUT I'M STILL HOLDING OUT HOPE! What I mean is that all living creatures emit bioelectricity some more than others but that's besides the point and brains run on that bioelectricity! I believe that each species has a specific frequency and therefore the brainwaves of individuals might be able to be picked up on by another member of that species. Of course, for humans brainwaves can differ greatly and so also I hypothesize that it certainly helps if you have similar brainwave patterns given that some test subjects were more responsive than others but I didn’t have access to an EEG machine those cowards wouldn’t let me borrow one so I wouldn’t know for sure. A few of my finds were as follows: ~57% of the time when consistently thinking of a random tune someone else in the room will begin either humming or tapping to the same rhythm. ~82% of the time when intensely staring at someone from behind or an out of sight location they will directly turn to look at you. ~29-30% of the time when continuously thinking a certain word or action around someone they will eventually mention that they can't seem to get it off their mind lately. And there are many other data points I've collected over the years as well many other branching theories but I think you get the point I'm making. But it's probably that this point in time that you're thinking, "Skittle what the frickidy FUCK does this have to do with dragons?" And to that I ask you, if you took this theory and applied it to a very large population thinking about something all at once, what do you think would happen?🙃 I believe something every interesting would result from such a thing. Such as maybe say the transference of ideas and concepts from one culture to another even over great distances. Except with a few differences here and there to account for both culture and dilution of the transmitted concept. And this doesn’t apply to just dragons, we see similarities in religions that never even knew each other all the time. It’s incredibly interesting to think about.

Basically, if you learned anything at all from that one it's that the world should be on its knees thanking whatever cruel yet merciful god exists that I didn't continue down the path of science otherwise I'd probably be in some government lab either as a mad scientist with questionable morals or an experiment to see how far one can truly stray from sanity.

And my final theory!☝️

That dragons were a real species that might have been hunted or driven to extinction by a growing human presence. And if they were a very large widespread species found all over the world then regional differences would only be natural. That they, like many other species, adapted to their habitats. Or perhaps they are like tigers, leopards, lions, and jaguar who are all different species but are from the same genus. And if they were animals meant to fly then hollow bones would most likely be very necessary making fossilization and preservation very difficult. Paleontologists find pieces of large bones that can't be identified all the time. And fossilized eggs aren't even possible to be definitively matched to a species. We could have been staring at the answer for decades and we'd never know it.

Me trying to explain my theories in a manner that makes sense:

#🐟 anon #skittle answers #skittle rambles

[chasingfictions]

i went on an insane spikeposting bender on twitter today but that's really not the optimized environment for it so im going to put all my spike thoughts into one post now for all of you pasted from there thank you everyone strap in:

im accessing spike btvs shrimp emotions

i need to put him in a blender i need to tuck him into bed

meowmeowosity off the charts

he's my little music box . you crank the handle and he does a little tune

what people dont understand about spike btvs is that im like a chef and i carry him around in my apron pocket . this may lead u to believe that he is the remy to my linguini in a ratatouille scenario but in fact i am the remy i am yanking his hair inside the chef's hat

spike btvs is like a hat you pass around for everyone to put tips in after a busker sings a song btw

spike btvs is like a satin baby blanket with little rosettes sewn on it btw!!! he's also like if i self cannibalized bc i was too emotionally overwhelmed hope this helps

Spike btvs is like oh I’m putting him in an envelope I’m mailing him to my friends expeditiously I’m paying for tracking so we know where he is

he's also a compact mirror you can use to check your makeup or for light espionage!!!! btw!!!

thinking about spike is like eating a black and white cookie from a deli no i wont elaborate

i think the worst part of this string of spike btvsposting is the time stamps. 5 minutes pass and then i come back and go WAIT ANOTHER THING . anyway he's a snack you buy at a food cart on a cold day and you pay cash

I’m cradling him like an infant

thank you <3

#hi!!!!! #ive been offline for a week bc i was on vacation and then i had Ailments but im BACK #<3