#mayflydecember

[outofcontextkingofthehill]

>"man what kind of person accidentally reblogs niche emo band posts to their king of the hill blog"

>you post a selfie

>"oh that makes sense"

(the whole vibe looks great btw 🖤)

HA YEAH the answer to that first question is "30 year olds who never made it out of 2005 and have looked exactly like this since age 12". and thank you very much btw however are you calling mcr and fall out boy niche bands 😭

#if it's any kind of mitigating factor here not making it out of 2005 has kept me a KOTH stan at least #mayflydecember #correspondence

[mcr-hourly]

hey friend. This is super random and a cursory glance at your blog didn't say, so I wanted to double check-- do you ship fr/erard? I'm trying to find a blog like this that DOESN'T ship them since it makes me super uncomfy, since the one I currently follow does. Have a good one xoxo

oh hi hello !! sorry i have Not been on this blog bc it was Stressing Me Out. anyway i’m like. frerard neutral i’d say. i will interact w people who talk about it (as long as they’re not like. weird about it you know like conspiracy theories/shittalking ppl’s wives/etc. like i interact w people who are funny about it sometimes) but i personally almost never post about it on my main (just when someone’s really funny about it) and absolutely never on here bc i want everyone to be comfortable :)

#hope this makes sense/helps !! #me.txt #asks #mayflydecember #not a pic

[two-crabs]

jazz hands. elias finds his ex wife (did you ever name her? you are now bitch) after an argument.

hyacinth is smoking a cigarette.

the rest of her new colleagues have retired for the night, but she's been pacing the back porch of their hotel for the better part of an hour, puffing furtively, her mind racing.

the sagging boards of the porch creak behind her, and she turns around, hiding the cigarette behind her back and waving at the air to disperse the smoke.

"excuse me, i didn't think—" and then she stops cold, crosses her arms, and ashes the cigarette onto the floor. "oh. it's you."

elias is standing there, his thumbs through his belt loops and his collar turned up. his hair is pressed flat against his head after wearing his hat all day long, and there is a look on his face that could've been regret, if she didn't know better.

"thought you quit smoking," he says.

"thought you quit head hunting," and she flicks her wrist, as the cigarette grows back to its original length.

elias ducks his head, sighing. "i'm not here to apologize, cynth. i still think this is a mighty stupid idea you've got stuck up in your head. and i still think you'd be better off goin' home. so i didn't come out here to take any of that back."

"then why did you come out here, lassy?"

she watches his jaw clench and his brows narrow, and she is struck with a petty thrill more satisfying than her illicit smoke.

"force of habit, i s'pose. all these years and the smell of those rockport slims still makes me feel guilty."

he looks at her with that face she'd seen a thousand times: honey-brown eyes peering out from behind long eyelashes, rosy lips stuck somewhere between a questioning smirk and a pitiable pout, head cocked like a submissive animal bearing its neck.

"go to hell, lassy."

the smirk spreads into a wicked grin. "been there, done th—"

"oh, fuck off! i don't need your permission to do a single damn thing anymore, do you hear me?" she takes a step forward, jabbing the air with the cigarette, and much to her surprise, he actually backs away from her. "and i don't need your guilt trips or your artificial concern or your, your....cheap shots at sentimentality!"

his eyes narrow. "concern's real, cynth," he says, his voice low and dangerous, snatching her wrist out of the air. "you'll get eaten alive out here."

hyacinth curls her fingers in, and stubs her cigarette out on the side of his arm. he gasps, releasing her, and blows on the burn, scowling.

"we are colleagues, elias redstone. nothing more. and if you do or say a single thing to suggest otherwise to our new associates..." she clenches her empty fist, and the end of her cigarette blazes like a gas lamp. "i put the next one of these out in your eye."

#i don't know ANYTHING about these two other than the fact that the're divorced lmao #this was fun tho #oc fun times #mayflydecember

[figdays]

Venus Crochet Top | mayflyDecember Design

#clothing #fashion #submission #crochet #handmade #green

[kriskukko]

Do your pirate boyfriends know that I love them

they do now. ✨

#mayflydecember #cheers and thank u <3 please have a great evening #u all being so kind and lovely in my askbox i'm 😭

[tellingscarystories]

🌻🌻🌻💜

hi ily !!

🌻 so i was putting together a gif pack page last night, right? and that means i had the change to see gifs from each pack, and like, not to toot my own horn or anything but gosh darn do i love my colorings

🌻 i have two (2) boxes of brownie mix and lowkey i might do some late night baking tonight and eat my brownies hot out of the pan with the pint of ice cream i bought the last time i went out

🌻 i literally just bought new earrings not even two weeks ago, but the urge to buy more is so strong. i wanna support artists!! i wanna have cute earrings!! i need to buy more clip-on converters o.o !!

#answered #mayflydecember

[eponymous-rose]

mayflydecember replied to your photo: SHINY NEW MONITOR

what’s the benefit to having a vertical monitor? :o

90% just a space thing (desk a bit too small for both horizontal), but it’s handy for work so I can look at a bigger chunk of a given paper at a time!

#mayflydecember

[metametonymy]

mayflydecember replied to your post “i get the idea of “videogames dont have to be fun” but also if a game...”

this is how i feel about vampyr!!!! they punish you for not killing innocent people!!!!!!!! they say 'if you kill innocent people, there will be Consequences' and then when you get to the next area the enemies are five levels overlevelled because you DIDNT kill innocents im so angry

if a game makes you feel frustrated, players are gonna quit! like, i love it when games try to do different things and tell stories through gameplay mechanics, but you have to make sure those mechanics dont make the player want to stop playing... 

#mayflydecember

[ferocity-flynt]

mayflydecember replied to your audio post: The Midnight Beast - Badass

jesus christ i just got whiplash from this throwback

yw i am here to help!!!!

#mayflydecember #taffer chatter #tbh id never heard it before like. a week ago

[thebatmanequation]

mayflydecember replied to your post: hannahbalwrites replied to your post: ...

to get down to the bottom of the candle????

i have hands!!  

#mayflydecember

[elsewhereuniversity]

what about theatre students? do the fae (fey?) know the stories of theatre ghosts? how do they affect rehearsals and the tech shops?

here’s everything so far on theatre majors and the theatre itself! I suspect that the ghosts, either real or born entirely of legend, would have a definite presence at least within the theatre through the sheer force of belief the drama students are able to conjure up. The Gentry would probably leave the ghosts alone as a (mostly) human thing that doesn’t affect them all that much.

Rehearsals - usually when the court is in the theatre you try to find something else to do that day, but there are times where you’ve just got to grit your teeth and get things going anyway, and you’ll be okay so long as you follow every single bit of theatre superstition. The theatre, in its mindless way, can protect its own, but there are the rules, always, and the consequences of breaking them will leave you vulnerable.

The tech is generally held in very, very high regard, and as such isn’t often tampered with.

#the theatre #theatre majors #ghosts #mayflydecember

[two-crabs]

you get two because i want to eat your writing. varden finds lemon trying to use technology he can't get a hang of.

when lemon was a young boy, his grandmother carted him and his brothers seven miles into llohollyr proper, to get their portraits taken by the first photographer that ever dared travel out that far. the beige, blurry picture took two weeks to process, and sat on the mantle in her living room, for as long as lemon could remember.

less than a century later, after lemon had left home, he noticed that nearly every backwater village and one-horse town he traveled through had a photographer's parlor. they advertised next-day processing, reasonable prices, and—in the bigger cities—colors as vibrant and realistic as the best trained painters.

no more than two or three decades after that, lemon found himself alone on a rainy afternoon (phie was at the office, varden was coaching their eldest's archery club), leaning on their kitchen island, and fiddling with the latest gadget to appear, without warning, in their home.

it was, presumably, a camera. it bore a passing resemblance to the ones he'd seen professionals using for the last one hundred years or so, except more compact. it had a baffling number of dials and wheels and buttons on the top, a short telescoping lens, and an embroidered strap in colors that almost guaranteed varden had bought it.

it also had a viewfinder. which was broken.

no matter how he turned the dials or spun the wheels, no matter what setting he put it on, despite pointing the lens directly into the sun, the viewfinder showed nothing but black, fading to grey near the edges.

he heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of children running upstairs, and then varden dropping his bow and quiver on the floor near the shoes.

"hope you saved the receipt for this," lemon said, pointing the camera lens directly into a ceiling light, and twisting the grip to focus it. "it's busted."

varden made a sound like a stifled cough, and when lemon put the camera down to look at him, he was sitting at the island with hand over his mouth, barely hiding a smirk.

"what," and lemon's shoulders dropped.

"nothing, nothing. i just...didn't know you were such a photography buff." varden blinked at him, and lemon prepared himself to be schooled.

"i ain't. but somethin's not right here," and he handed the camera across the island to varden.

"well, for starters," and varden looked very seriously at the little machine. "your f-stop is way to high for the shutter speed you have it set to. and...you have the self timer on almost a full minute."

"it's got a timer?" lemon watched varden's fingers expertly reset the nobs and dials that he had clumsily toyed with all afternoon.

"and in this lighting—" he gestured vaguely around the kitchen, and lemon squinted into the lamps hanging above them—"you should probably have the flash engaged."

"i think it's bright en—"

"also you left the lens cap on." and with a click, varden popped a thin black cover off the end of the lens, and held it up between two fingers.

lemon opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, then smiled, rubbing his knuckles into his eyes as varden chuckled.

"lord," he said, shaking his head and reaching across the island. "gimme that thing."

varden, still laughing, handed over the camera. "and how long were you at that?"

"i ain't tellin. say cheese." lemon peered through the viewfinder and twisted the lens until varden's face, tired from a long day but smiling nonetheless, came into focus. lemon clicked the shutter and set the camera down on the counter with a self-satisfied grin. "there," he said, crossing his arms and sitting down across from varden. "all my fiddlin'...at least we got somethin' pretty to break her in with."

varden blinked again, and leaned across the counter. "i'm flattered," he said, kissing lemon lightly on the corner of his mouth. "but there's no film in it."

lemon's brows creased. "film?"

#oc fun times #went a bit overboard with this one ngl #but i just love these two so much it's hard not to #mayflydecember #xoxoxox

[figdays]

Moss Knit Scrunchie // MayflyDecember Designs

#accessories #submission

[casualjster]

@mayflydecember yeah but it's an application + last time i checked you can only use songs that are already in their database, so you can't use like.... covers from youtube or mashups or remixes or anything

#or taylor swift for that matter #replies! #mayflydecember

[tellingscarystories]

mayflydecember replied to your post:

dude the last count i had on my multimuse was….. 25??? something like that. i feel.

asdhfasdf I haven’t even set up an indie blog yet and I’m already in the double digits of characters I wanna write

#truly the eternal rp mood #so many characters #(so little time) #mayflydecember

[eponymous-rose]

mayflydecember replied to your post: Due to player shenanigans, this is an actual item...

can i use this item as well? i dunno if i actually would but it looks fun. i wouldn’t if u didn’t want to tho!

Oh gosh, please do! Pretty much all of D&D is snagging cool stuff from other DMs/assorted writers/that one weird dream.

#mayflydecember #eponymous d&d tag #this one was plot-relevant believe it or not