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[candle-hair]

Merry Christmas, dears.

Now right back to bed.

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orionspassage replied to your post: “My least favorite time of year...”

“We dem boys”

............Are we, now?

I feel more like the Grinch — but whatever you say, dear.

[candle-hair]

.........My least favorite time of year has returned.

Fuck — and I cannot stress this enough — them kids.

[candle-hair]

 “But haven’t you heard? Hearts turn to dirt, along with the rest of your body, It’s all claimed by earth, It will fade and it will wither, but gold it will never”

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[candle-hair]

big dumb baby reporting for big dumb baby duty!

i’m the best in the biz~

[candle-hair]

2, 3, 9 !!!

pride month questionnaire

2: what do you identify as?

I’ve never been good with labels; which seems onbrand for a poet, no? I love flowery words that don’t mean a thing.

In all honesty I’m not super sure. There are a lot of things and people that make me question all my alignments. At the moment I’m saying bigender and chiefly androsexual, but it changes like the weather.

3: how long have you been aware of your sexuality/identity?

I’ve been aware of it since the moment I began to understand the concepts, all the way back in elementary school. Little things — you know, being stuck on the whole ‘girls have cooties’ thing for way too long, getting really distracted in the locker room.

How long I’ve accepted it is a different story entirely.

9: do you feel pride in who you are?

......No, not really.

That’s not meant as a reflection on the community — I think it’s a beautiful thing. Just ......... not when it’s attached to someone like me, y’know?

[candle-hair]

pride month questionnaire.

the following questions can be used both in character and out of character, depending on what you want to answer. these questions are meant to make people familiar with the various shades of love, attraction and identity, feel free to add your own. happy pride 🌈

what is your sexuality?

what do you identify as?

how long have you been aware of your sexuality/identity?

do you have any preferences?

share a positive memory about coming out!

how do you feel about pride month?

do you participate in pride related events? any other events?

how do you feel about lgbtqa roles in media?

do you feel pride in who you are?

who has been your supportive idols in your self discovery?

tell us about your first crush?

what sort of advice to have you lgbtqa teens? 

have you come out to friends and family?

how do you feel about the term “coming out” ?

do you believe there is a “closet” to come out of?

any tips on coming out?

what’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to lgbtqa characterization in media?

what’s your favorite parts of lgbtqa characterization in media?

what did your teachers say about the lgbtqa community in school?

do you practice safe sex with the same sex?

what’s an absolute turn off for you in people?

what’s an absolute turn on for you in people?

how do you feel about lgbtqa clubs/apps/websites?

how do you feel about the term “queer” ?

how does you country view the lgbtqa community?

favorite lgbtqa actor/actress?

any tips for heterosexual people on how to handle lgbtqa events/news?

what’s the most annoying question you have ever gotten?

how do you feel about receiving questions about your sexuality/idenity?

what is your romantic affiliation?

[candle-hair]

It’s Pride Month, is it?

I can’t say I’m very proud, but I’m here. Does that still count for something?

[candle-hair]

Reblog if your muse is Nonbinary

Other pride-flag bubbles for your muses: [LGTBQA+] [Ace] [Aro] [Bisexual] [Panromantic/-sexual] [Grey-Asexual] [Demi-Asexual] [Gay] [Lesbian] [Transgender] [Intersex] [Agender] [Genderfluid]

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orionspassage replied to your post: “Hi, shishters.”

This IS WHAT YOU COME IN TO SAY, WIRT OH MY GOD))

*SLURP INTENSIFIES*

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sullenchoir replied to your post: “Hi, shishters.”

What sort of tea is it?

Ah, only the most scalding, the most abrasive of brews.

......Perhaps an overly-saturated Oolong. Now that’s the tea, sis.

[candle-hair]

Hi, shishters.

The tea is exceptional today.

[candle-hair]

Hello, 911? I’d like to report a robbery.

Yes, you stole my heart.

[candle-hair]

awreckageofstarss:

Varian quietly winced to himself when he felt her struggling to regain her composure. When she apologized again, he rubbed gently at her back, encouraging her to hide into him as much as she needed. He didn’t mind if she needed the comfort, and he was more than happy to provide it. He could only wish that she hadn’t been upset to begin with. 

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked quietly, bringing both arms around her again and giving her a little squeeze. He wasn’t exactly used to giving this sort of attention, or even receiving it, but he hoped this poor mockery of it all would help bring her back completely.

The moment she’d suitably regained her composure, Lorna was shocked by the wave of guilt that knocked her right back into vulnerability. Varian truly had no need or reason to put up with her nonsense, not with the mess she’d become. In like terms, she had no business throwing such tantrums about issues she’d herself caused. Despicable, truly.

She wiped an arm across her face, somewhat reluctantly withdrawing from Varian’s warmth — one last sniffle, another scrub of her sleeve across her red-rimmed eyes, and it was as if she’d NEVER broken down in the first place. Of course the evidence remained, but now she wouldn’t dare admit it. “I’ll be alright, sweet angel.” Lorna fixed him with a weary smile, reaching to run a thumb along the crest of his cheek — hoping to distract them both with a smidge of long-overdue affection.

She pulled away as the corners of her mouth began to droop; facade exhausted, she idly smoothed her hands down her skirt, before turning to grab the broom she’d abandoned. Lorna quieted as she swept shards of glass from the floor, fighting the quiver of her lower lip as she looked over the destruction she’d caused — too frightened to look back and see just how her companion felt.

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goofwithmuses:

Michael   stood   in   TOTAL   SILENCE;   still   uncertain   about   TRUSTING   the   stranger.   He,   however,   did   feel   HORRIBLE   that   they   had   NO   CLUE   where   they   were.   “Indiana,”   Mike   boldly   responded   with   an   eyebrow   arched.   “Hawkins,   Indiana,”   he   continued.   A   short   exhale   left   Michael’s   lips;   being   SOMEWHAT   HESITANT   of   his   next   choice   of   words.   “Do   you … want   me   to   show   you   around   town?”   Mike   asked.   If   he   had   ZERO   knowledge   about   Hawkins,   and   how   they   got   there,   the   least   Michael   could   do   was   give   them   a   TOUR   of   his   hometown.

Indiana.

Wirt would have been fine with Salem; or New York, maybe, if he’d been in a coma for a week, or something in that dire capacity. NOT Indiana. Either this kid was lying to him, or he was lying to himself — either way, he was too cognizant of his confusion, and hated every second of it.

It didn’t even occur to him to ask what the hell Hawkins was, so shocked was he by the sheer distance he’d have to have covered to get here. The more he thought about it, the more visibly frightened he became, as any and all possible answers gave way to common sense. He certainly didn’t WANT to be here; he wasn’t worth kidnapping; he didn’t feel concussed or particularly insane. The only thought remaining, try as he might to deny it, belonged to the murky mind of the supernatural.

Fuck.

It took Wirt a moment to realize he’d been standing in silence for an uncomfortably long time. Clearing his throat, he glanced away from his companion of the hour, pondering his options as his brow slipped into a frown. He couldn’t get home very easily, he could already tell; was there anything else to be done? “......Sure,” he sighed, mirroring Mike’s hesitance as he straightened out once more. “Um. Lead the way. I guess.”

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watchfxrthethxrns:

♤Yes, Mordecai was being a dick and making Wirt wait. But, also yes, he did need a shower. As much as he wouldn’t mind making out with the other like horny teens, he didn’t wanna smell of old, rich farts while he did so. 

The cerulean male did take his time though. He hummed as he turned on the water, making sure it was nice and warm before stripping off the rest of his tux. He supposed he should fold it and set it aside. After all, it was his only tux. He then took his time getting in, enjoying the water, making sure he scrubbed himself off over, washed his hair a couple times, and so on. It was close to half an hour before the bathroom door finally opened and he emerged, damp and with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. 

“Wirt! Do you know where my sweatpants are?” He called out, heading to the living room before pausing at the sight of Wirt slumped on the couch.... face buried in his shirt. “...You okay, babe?”

watchfxrthethxrns:

♤Yes, Mordecai was being a dick and making Wirt wait. But, also yes, he did need a shower. As much as he wouldn’t mind making out with the other like horny teens, he didn’t wanna smell of old, rich farts while he did so. 

The cerulean male did take his time though. He hummed as he turned on the water, making sure it was nice and warm before stripping off the rest of his tux. He supposed he should fold it and set it aside. After all, it was his only tux. He then took his time getting in, enjoying the water, making sure he scrubbed himself off over, washed his hair a couple times, and so on. It was close to half an hour before the bathroom door finally opened and he emerged, damp and with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. 

“Wirt! Do you know where my sweatpants are?” He called out, heading to the living room before pausing at the sight of Wirt slumped on the couch.... face buried in his shirt. “...You okay, babe?”

Wirt had almost allowed himself to doze off, allured by his lover’s familiar scent, completely bypassing the reason he’d snagged the garment in the first place — when all of a sudden he heard Mordecai’s voice, and the day’s events came flooding back to him.

Slowly, bashfully, he peeked up from the arm of the couch, taking in the sight of his barely-clothed boyfriend with a dumbfounded flutter of his lashes. It seemed he’d forgotten how to speak for a moment; which was certainly ironic, coming from a self-proclaimed wordsmith. A blush bloomed across his cheeks like a fine wine as he stared, teeth caught on the corner of his lip, jaw slackened to allow his rekindled arousal free reign.

After what felt like centuries, Wirt finally snapped back to attention. Batting his eyes a few times, he only flushed darker, hastily setting Mordie’s shirt aside and sitting upright. “I-I’m fine, angel,” he soothed, flattening his shaky hands across his lap, offering up a fond smile. “I missed you, ‘s all.” Once again, he was content to skip over his sex drive in favor of enjoying his boyfriend’s company in every way.