This is the only thing I am going to say about certain individuals that I used to quite prolifically write about deciding to use this as a flippant "athletes fight all the time" tribute as though that is not be a thing we should be trying to change in the first place, and I am making this as non-expletive filled as I can because people that I care about still like him and I have spent the last 7 months being quiet out of respect, but I am so glad I left your Patreon at the end of August, you piece of shit. We are fucking done professionally.
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"We're not there yet. Go back to sleep."
Oh, he was coming down, man. A nice sort of come-down, as nice as it could be, floaty still in that absent disappear-y way that he liked but his throat was raw and dry (when had he last had anything to drink?), and he was a little horny, and his head hurt. Temple, especially, where it was pressed against the shitty little car's window, foggy in the rain. He didn't quite open his eyes at first, just took in a breath and hummed a hello, searching. He heard the indicator click on. He wondered where they were going, but he didn't have another shift for three weeks 'cause Dad had 'temporarily suspended' him or whatever, so what did he care?
We're not there yet. Go back to sleep.
TK cracked open his eyes, still sleepy, looking at the love of his life in the driver's seat. BJ had this sort of, like ... frenetic, nervous energy about him and it was kind of hot to fuck him with it, and he was really really really sweet when he needed to be, or could be, and... TK maybe sort of liked that sometimes he, TK, felt like he was less close to falling apart than BJ seemed, and probably vice versa. BJ was still clutching the wheel in both hands, white-knuckled, looked as scared as he had when he'd started driving.
TK almost did go back to sleep. But he didn't actually want his boyfriend that worried so he swallowed, and smiled something soft, and slipped a hand onto the inside of BJ's leg, the one closest to him, just to ground him. "Mm," he said, shaking the rough edge of sleep out of his voice, "hey, baby. You gotta slow down, OK?" all this running running running. He checked the clock on the dashboard. 2:43am. "You've been driving for ages. Pull over. I can drive a while."
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This was so freaking cute and reminded me of your Puppy Love series 🥰🥰😍😍 just had to share hehehehe
I just wheezed laughing, oh my goodness. Oh boy. Yeah that's absolutely Puppy Love. Oh I'm so glad you thought of me and my story, thank you so much for sharing!! 💖💖
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Recipe for Bacon Brusslesprouts (a quick and unspecified version dedicated to @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog )
(Also forewarning I've never written a recipe down before 😓)
For this recipe you will need
Brussel sprouts
Bacon (in quantity equal to about 1/4 the amout of Brussle sprouts)
Salt/Pepper
Any additional seasonings you want, there are no rules here.
✨directions✨
Put the brussel sprouts on to steam.
Cut bacon into small pieces, and then fry.
Be sure that no bacon is left uncooked, because, health and all that jazz.
Add sprouts into bacon pan and mix it up (gently so as not to scare the shrunken cabbages)
Flavour to taste, and eat like a rich hobbit!
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To that anon who sent me an ask not that long ago. I can’t answer it privately lol but thank you 🥺 I relayed the message.
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Lae'zel's character and her entire situation at the beginning of the game becomes so much more funny when you find out she's 22. It makes so much sense. Imagine you're 22 and you're exposed to this dangerous toxin or chemical or something - but not to worry, you learnt that this can be easily fixed, you just need to dial 911 real quick. Common knowledge. Everyone knows that. You learnt that in kindergarten, it's up there with fire alarm drills.
But the people you're stuck with have no concept of modern medicine and when you say "let's go to the hospital" they will say shit like "i think they kill people at the hospital" and "we should ask this swamp lady" or "this guy over there told me about this homoeopathic healer kind of guy but he got abducted" or "this random bard wants to help" and "I'm not going to dial 911 because I don't want the government to know my home address" or "maybe we should consider a deal with Satan". And then a bunch of them KEEP consuming the chemical because it makes them "stronger". One guy might explode for unrelated reasons. You have a few days before this situation is getting critical and suddenly they're solving crime and doing general charity for the community.
And FOR SOME REASON you still try to help these idiots and you STILL want to help them get the cure even though they all keep insisting the "doctors" at the "hospital" might try to "kill them" and they don't have insurance. And you keep telling them to just. go. to. the. hospital. before the time runs out and you all die very horribly of a very treatable condition.
And also you're 22 in a foreign country and you're responsible for shepherding this gaggle of idiots who are all ranging anywhere from 24 to 240 years old.
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