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She Wanna Kick Back (Kiss Me Now) ❁ Daylily
Hunter and Willow dance together as the clock runs down for the new year, and learn about mainland traditions together. The next morning they both remember they're awkward disasters and react accordingly Takes place Jan 1st @thegcldenguard
HUNTER
Hunter, overall, was glad that he had come out tonight. He'd thought about staying in -- or at least, just popping to the Acorn Drop and returning to the comfort of his dorm room in his new pajamas (a Christmas/Solstice/Birthday gift to himself) and slippers, but well, so many people he knew were going out out and as evidenced by his dancing outing with Eilonwy, going out out wasn't always bad!
So, here he was! Approaching midnight, dancing with friends, a couple of drinks in him, neck tie loose, jacket off, and just generally.... well, more relaxed than he usually was.
"They have jello shots!" Hunter said to Willow. He'd already grabbed one for her and handed it over with an enthusiastic smile. "Glittery ones!"
WILLOW
Willow was equally loosened up, her leather jacket left in a closet somewhere and her feet a little sore from dancing. She'd gone back onto the floor after the conversation with Archemedes, and with a little more alcohol in her, had been able to relax and put Luisa's dance lessons to good use.
She gasped in delight as Hunter handed her the shot, and sure enough, it was very glittery. "Yes!" she cheered, taking the little lid off. "Now, is it spinach flavored?" she joked, knowing that her Dad had tucked a pack of spinach gelatin mix in Hunter's care package per her request.
HUNTER
"I'm actually not quite sure what the flavor profile is," answered Hunter, missing the tease in Willow's question. He eyed the strange silvery glitter jello, and shook it a little so it wobbled. "Perhaps champagne? Moonlight? Well, one way to find out, I suppose!" He knocked the edge of his shot glass to Willow's. "Cheers!"
WILLOW
Willow giggled as she echoed his cheers, tapping the glass to his and knocking it back. It still had that sour sting and gloopy texture that made her think of the Isles, and she shook off the sharp taste with a laugh.
She was still swaying back and forth to the music as she contemplated the taste. "I think it's pear?" Willow said, unsure, rising onto her toes so Hunter could hear her over the music.
HUNTER
Hunter smacked his lips. He furrowed his brow, trying to decipher the flavor. All he could really think, though, was glitter, which was not a flavor. So he just nodded along to Willow's assessment.
"I think that's right! I'm not sure, though. I think I've had too many drinks!" Hunter laughed. Why didn't he do this more often? (author's note: It's because Hunter would be having a very rough morning)
There was some shuffling around them, people pointing at their phones and looking at the time. Just five or so minutes to midnight.
"D'you think we could squeeze in one more dance for the New Year?" asked Hunter. He was feeling… Fun! Carefree! Zesty! Like a lemon!
WILLOW
Willow laughed with him, feeling sort of weightless. She never thought she'd be able to do this - party and laugh with friends without fear of it all being some elaborate plot to embarrass and harm her. She felt warm, and safe, and happy; like she was in freefall with her broom in hand.
At Hunter's question, Willow nodded with a beaming grin. "Yes!" she cheered, grabbing his shot glass and placing it and her own on a nearby table. Once they were out of the way, she grabbed his hands in hers and tugged him back towards the dance floor. There was a clear spot by their friends and Willow quickly claimed it, not letting go of Hunter as she started dancing.
HUNTER
Wow! Why didn't Hunter drink more? He wasn't thinking about where he was putting his arms or legs, or the fact that Willow was holding onto his hands tightly, or the fact that she looked very pretty when she smiled and danced. Well, he was, but it wasn't making him nervous. He was just having fun!
Everyone around him was having fun. It was easy to get swept up in the revelry. And get swept up, Hunter did! He spun Willow around, and then someone knocked into him, so he stumbled a bit forward and nearly crashed into her, but in, like, a fun cool way that made him laugh again.
Hunter did not recognize the song playing, but it was fun and fast -- well, till it faded out and everyone started counting…
Oh right!
"Fifteen!" shouted Hunter, in time with the others.
WILLOW
Willow laughed as Hunter spun her around, messy curls spinning around her, then snorted as he nearly stumbled into her. One of them was always tripping over the other, it seemed. Her hands went to his hips to hold him steady, her invisible tail looping loosely around his calf.
"I got ya'," she promised, giggling. She looked out over the crowd as the music faded and the counting started.
"Fourteen!" Willow joined in, bouncing on her toes.
HUNTER
Everything was sparkly. Glitter. He was never really good at looking at reagents, but they all seemed to be coalescing in one very hazy and dreamy blend, the crowd's excitement tangible.
He looked down at Willow, looping an arm around her shoulders, as the countdown went on.
"Ten - nine - eight!"
WILLOW
When Hunter's arm went around her shoulders, Willow easily pulled him in closer so she could wrap her arms around his waist and drop her chin on his chest. She felt weightless with her happy buzz, and so safe and sound tucked away from the roiling crowd. He was so handsome up close, she noticed with a giggle, with his fluffy hair and pretty eyes. Willow beamed up at him, dimples pressed into both of her cheeks.
"Six - five - four!"
HUNTER
"Three --!"
Hunter leaned into Willow. She smelled very nice, but then again, that could just be because everything else smelled like liquor and sweat.
"Two--!"
She had nice dimples. Hunter thought about telling her this, but then he'd miss the --
"ONE!"
The crowd erupted. Screaming! Cheering! Kissing! Hunter cheered. He screamed. He --
He glanced down at Willow again, and that floaty dizzy feeling of the alcohol started to concentrate right in his chest.
WILLOW
When the countdown hit zero, Willow threw her head back and screamed along with the crowd, grinning from ear to ear as she rocked back on her heels, anchoring herself with the arms around Hunter's waist. She rocked back, laughing, and pressed her face into his shoulder, hugging him tight. "Happy new year!" she said into his shirt.
When she turned her head to wish the rest of their friends the same, she realized that most of the people around them were kissing as confetti and glitter canons went off everywhere and the music bumped back up. Was that a mainland tradition?
Willow thought that was a really nice way to roll in the new year, with a little bit of love, so she reached up to grab Hunter gently by the jaw and brought him closer to her level. She pressed a chaste little kiss to the corner of his mouth, giggling as she nudged her nose against his.
HUNTER
It was perhaps a surprise to no one reading that Hunter had never kissed anyone before.
That is not to say he did not think about it. He had, in fact, thought about kissing people. Mostly specific people. Sometimes not. Sometimes he just watched a couple across the quad and got hit with a vague sense of loneliness that he tried to shake off.
Willow kissed him. It was soft, a quiet moment amidst all the revelry. For a second, Hunter froze. He wasn't sure what to do, where to put his hands (or his lips for that matter). But it was warm, and Willow was smiling, so he ended up cupping the side of her face with his hand, puckering his mouth in a way that he felt made sense to kiss her back.
"Well! Happy New Year!" he said, when he broke the kiss (not because it was bad, but because judging by everyone around him, the options seemed to be to start making out with tongue or to stop and giggle; and Hunter wasn't sure if he wanted to do that first thing right now). "Huzzah!"
WILLOW
Hunter kissed her back, his hand cupping her face, and Willow melted. She leaned into his hand with a happy little hum, loving how his palm fit around her cheek, and her own hand slid from his chin to cup the back of his neck.
It was nice, being held like something he wanted to keep close. That anyone wanted to keep close, really. She tucked the feeling inside herself for safe keeping.
When he broke the kiss, she grinned at him, eyes sparkling. "Huzzah!" she cheered with a laugh, punching the air with the hand that was previously around his neck. She dropped her heels back to the floor (when had she gone up on her toes?) and brought her hand back down to sit on his waist. She started moving to the music again, hips swaying back and forth, bopping her head along. All while leaning into his hand with a happy smile.
(She didn't even realize how tightly her tail had wrapped around his leg, like she wanted to cling to the moment. In the morning, the memory would mortify her. But that was hours away.)
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HUNTER
Hunter's head was throbbing. He lay facedown on his mattress. Technically, he'd been awake for a bit, watching the narrow crack of light across the floor grow wider and wider and longer and longer. But his head hurt too much to do anything about that.
Around him, the charmed plush bird and bee bobbed in the air.
He knew what day it was, but he kept telling himself he had more time, more time, more time to drag himeslf out of bed (and maybe throw up) and look presentable. So he closed his eyes, ready to rest a little more --
There was a knock at the door.
"It's open," Hunter croaked. "Give me -- a second to sit up."
WILLOW
It'll be fine, Willow reassured herself as she stood outside Hunter's dorm room. She had a water bottle in hand and both a lesser healing potion shot and aspirin bottle in her pocket. Eilonwy said he didn't look upset. Everything is totally fine!
For Flapjack and Clover, she thought with a little nod before taking a deep breath and knocking gently.
Hunter's croaking voice came through the door and it was a bad sign that she was already a little pink. She opened the door carefully, trying not to make too much noise, and slipped inside. "Don't push yourself," she said softly as she closed the door silently behind her. "If I could still be horizontal, I would be."
HUNTER
"I don't think I've ever felt this bad," said Hunter, even though he knew that was a complete lie.
But, it was close.
He managed to turn around at least, then slowly propped himself up on his forearms. As he crawled back to consciousness, it did suddenly dawn on him that Willow kissed him last night.
Right! That happened.
Hunter wasn't sure if he should say anything about that. Or if he shouldn't. He just blinked at her, scrambling to find something to say.
Then, he grabbed the floating bee out of the air and tossed it to her.
"Here you go! It's your turn."
WILLOW
Hunter blinked at her, and Willow blinked back. Her stomach started to sink, and she was glad she'd worn her concealment stone so he couldn't see her tail lashing nervously behind her.
Then he threw Clover at her, and Willow squeaked as she caught the bee in her free hand.
"Muck, Hunter, don't take it out on Clover," she said, flustered. She still kept her voice low, because making his obvious hangover worse probably wasn't going to help her mission. She nuzzled her nose in Clover's fluffy ruff in greeting before gently pushing her back into the air, letting her spin in circles as Willow approached Hunter carefully.
"I brought peace offerings," she said, showing him the water bottle before setting it on his bedside table. She dug in her sweatshirt pocket next, pulling out the potion vial - portioned for one dose - and the aspirin bottle and setting them both down gently. "Jeremy's in the kitchen making hangover cure," she said, not looking away from the table. "Not sure what's in it, but it's very green and he swears by it, if you want some."
HUNTER
"I wasn't --!" Hunter started to defend himself, but then he just let it slide when Willow came over with water, a potion, and aspirin. Besides him, Flapjack flapped his wings, bumping into Hunter's shoulder.
The charm on the plushies wasn't good enough to account for collisions, so he plucked it from the air and turned it so it faced Willow, and soon Flapjack was back on his way.
"If I manage to get up, I'll make my way over there," groaned Hunter. "Or maybe I'll see if he delivers." He reached for the water bottle, taking a small tentative sip. "I trust you're feeling a smidge better than I am? Considering you're up and all." He glanced at Willow, and then found his gaze focusing right on her mouth so he immediately picked up the bottle of aspirin and began reading the dosage instructions instead.
WILLOW
"You missed the twenty minutes I spent trying to teach my heart vine to pick up that aspirin bottle and bring it to me in bed," Willow said with a faint grin. "And then the hour waiting for it to kick in."
Also, and Willow would not confess this under oath or hex, she'd already puked the night before, so she'd gotten most of the grossness out already. She'd been tempted to strangle Jeremy for turning on the blender while she was in the kitchen, though.
She lowered herself to the floor, sitting cross-legged between the two beds, and resisted the urge to start combing her fingers through the tuft at the tip of her tail just to vent some anxiety. She took a deep breath through her nose for four counts, then let it out. "Are you feeling too bad for me to apologize?" she said softly, staring at the floor. "Cause I can wait if yes."
HUNTER
"Apologize?" Hunter's brow furrowed. He looked up from the aspirin bottle (very insightful reading, actually!) and cocked his head at Willow. "Why… are you apologizing?"
Oh no -- did she regret the kiss? But why would she apologize then? Hunter really didn't want to talk about that right now, mostly because he didn't know what to say other than the fact it had been nice. But, also, maybe Willow was apologizing about something else? Hunter racked his brain, trying to think of something -- anything.
"I don't think there's anything you need to apologize for," said Hunter. "Is there?"
WILLOW
Well that wasn't the response she was expecting. Willow looked up at Hunter, head tilted in confusion.
And then she remembered that Hunter never really reacted to her the way that others from the Isles did, that he never had, and she felt bad for thinking of him that way. She'd been conditioned to expect anger, disgust, maybe a bit of pointing and laughing at the mudbreather who dared to want things. But that wasn't fair to Hunter, who had only ever been sweet and understanding to her.
She blushed, glancing away as she twisted her fingers together. "Well, now I'm thinking my hungover brain was overthinking things," she said shyly. Willow took a deep breath. "I was going to apologize for kissing you last night without asking first. Drunk or not, that wasn't cool of me, and I should have checked if it was okay."
(Great, now she was thinking about it again. How nice it had been, being held so close and handled so carefully. How he'd glittered with Happiness the whole time they'd danced. She'd told Eilonwy she'd had fun, and she'd meant it. She liked it.)
HUNTER
"Oh." Hunter blinked. He titled his head. On one hand, he appreciated that Willow was concerned about asking his permission. That made him feel, well, good in a way he couldn't really articulate. But on the other hand --
"Well, I'm glad you did," he said. The aspirin bottle was suddenly looking very interesting again. "Because. Well, I wanted to, but I wouldn't have. I mean. Not that I wanted to kiss you -- I mean!" He blushed, snapping his gaze back up to her and stammering. "That came out wrong! I just -- I mean, people do it. Kiss. On New Year's. I saw it last year. And I thought it might be nice. But I would've been too scared, so I'm… glad you did it first."
WILLOW
Willow watched Hunter stammer, his face red, with wide eyes, and felt a wave of relief roll over her. All of her anxious energy bubbled out as a giggle, and then she was laughing into her hands, trying to smother the sound so it wasn't too loud for his hangover. Once she calmed down, she smiled up at him brightly, her dimples making a repeat appearance. "Well I'm happy to help," she said, relieved.
"Yeah, I noticed everyone was doing it and Drunk Willow thought it was brilliant way to ring in the year, so," Willow shrugged. She leaned back on her hands, much more relaxed. Her feet happily tapped on the rug.
HUNTER
"And it was!" Hunter said quickly, because he didn't want Willow to think that he didn't enjoy kissing her. Because he did. It was nice. Very nice. Which probably was not saying much, because he did not have a lot of comparison points, but he liked it.
He also liked Willow's laugh. It was pretty. In sound, and in the way her Laugh became little bubbles in the air.
"I liked it," he said, just in case he hadn't (he couldn't remember). "And I'm glad it was you." His face felt like it was on fire right now, which did not really help his throbbing headache. "I mean. I've never done that before."
WILLOW
Willow's cheeks were also burning, and she'd decided the safest place to direct her eyes were at her own toes. She tugged on a curl shyly, twisting it around her finger to give her embarrassed energy some kind of outlet.
"… Me neither," she confessed. It felt a little easier to say now that she knew that they were in the same position together. A little safer. There was a little potted plant that had been clinging to life on the windowsill and it was positively luscious now, singing happily as it fed off of Willow's emotions. She kind of wanted to die.
"I'm glad it was you too," she said, looking up at Hunter and giving him a shy smile. "You're a really kind person, Hunter. I'm glad we're friends."
HUNTER
Hunter didn't know if he'd describe himself as kind. And honestly? For most of his life, he would say it was more important to be strong, or powerful, or smart, or skilled.
But Willow looked at him now, a shy smile on her sweet face, and she called him kind, and that was all Hunter wanted to be.
"Me too," said Hunter. He offered his own shy crooked smile, and cleared his throat a little as he ran a hand on the back of his neck. "Now, uh, what was this you said about Jeremy's magical hangover cure?"
#c. hunter belos#t. she wanna kick back kiss me now#p. daylily#//changed the name so this doesnt break containment again lmao#//but i couldnt NOT have this on the blog okay#//daylilies are gold flowers that only bloom for a day then die
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scene from where the apple falls by @jupiters-junipers :-) wholeheartedly recommend any and all of her work
#klance#voltron#vld#ok now time to freak it in the tags#to be honest i saw colleen blogging her read of New and the two of us went back and forth in dms for like 20 mins straight#abt all the things we like abt europas work#and i was like okay i have to assert my membership in the europa fan club too hang on#ive had 'draw europa report scene' in my art to-do file for months but thbeyre all so good#i couldnt choose!#due west is obviously The One the flagship#but they all deserve love....#i tell you to be honest im a coward i usually avoid any unfinished fics cause i like to binge but for europas work its simply worth it#anyway i envy you if you dont know who im talking abt bc that means u get to read her work for the first time...sighs dreamily#art#my art#ANYWAY THIS ONE IS SAD. EUROPA UNDERSCORE REPORT YOU ARE A TWISTED INDIVUDAL (affectionate)#im putting my life in ur hands with those happy ending tags.... save me help me..... auuughghh...
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IM NOT A DOCTOR BUT I THINK I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP
#my art#dol#harper the doctor#HIIIIIIIIIIII HI EVERYONE 👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋#its a little bit off so that makes me kinda upset :( but ill figure something out. it might be the colors :(#or maybe the spacing? i left a lot in the top left :( but its fine#and im going to use every lyric of that song for every harper piece i make so that i dont have to think about making captions okay?#but HERE. a HARPER PIECE YOU CAN REBLOG#i give them the stupid messy sidebun because its cute. to me.#im so sorry about the radio silence but i DID warn you all i get artblock often#but!!!!!! i was also accepted into a zine despite my lack of internet presence :) so ive also been busy with that and other stuff too#accidentally made this while practicing for the piece because i couldnt get the style right :( but hopefully ill get a better hold on it#anyways. harper is not a doctor and i love them so much it makes me sick#harper my EVERYTHING. hes my PRINCESS.#MY ANGEL.#i want you all to remember this isnt just an art blog. its a harper fanblog#ohhh but i do have a few few few announcements to make in my next post okay? so dont ignore it alright? kiss kiss love you#IM GONNA BE FUCKING SICK HES HOLDING THE SYRINGE WRONG. AND I CANT FIX IT NOW BECAUSE ITS BEEN RBED
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gokaigers ☆ happy birthday mare @zhaolusi ♡
#kaizoku sentai gokaiger#*mz:mine#friend's birthdays#gokaigeredit#listen i have kept this blog as animanga only till now#but when i saw you were a gokaiger fan i couldnt resist#this is my first time giffing live action so i hope it looks okay#hope you had a fun birthday mare <3
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this will be unpopular probably but idk i've been called slurs a time or two and it's personally uncomfortable to see... obviously do as you please in general but when interacting with me or my posts i'd really prefer if yall didn't casually use fag, etc in place of gay and stuff 👍
#gently draws a boundary#it feels like its become hashtag cool to call people fag and fruit and fruity without considering that people may be uncomfortable with it..#i understand the phenomenon of reclamation but thats an opt in process. it shouldnt be opt out#ive written slurs into my fics like once or twice and its solely because i couldnt imagine it any other way lol but for me its just very not#a casual thing.#obviously this is one post#and it feels silly to pin#and even then i dont expect people to look at my blog before interacting or anything#but if you happen to come here often i would appreciate it 😔#also i realized my tags imply people have called me directly that stuff and fortunately not#but its a bit. unnerving to see people reblogging my stuff and saying that two dudes are fags or fruits or fairies or queers (this one#is highly controversial lmaooo i know okay but literally as a noun. it makes me think of my dad telling me about how he used to play smear#the queer but dw he loves me !!! 😬)#anyway seeing people say that two dudes are soooo those. is a bit unsettling for me. it's often one to one with how homophobic people say it#i understand that's not intentional on yall's parts! obviously#lol#but its never going to be something that doesnt make me uncomfortable. and i thought id just say something because tbh it feels weird not to#so i would appreciate if you would be considerate of it#again like. on my blog. talking to me or on my posts. i don't expect any claim to how yall act elsewhere
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i remember being brought up christian like, almost concerned that i never felt a connection to any of the shit they were talkin about,
and when i was younger i was like "oh no! am i bad for not feeling connected to god?? is it bad i feel like my dead mom doesnt talk to me or watch over me?? am i horrible for pretending?????"
but turns out i just had Autism Powers that made me immune to it and i was able to completely sever myself from the idea of being Christian at the ripe old age of like 13. and it was such a HUGE comfort to see that there were all these other beliefs and spiritual sort of things that other people chose to believe in and didnt necessarily treat their beliefs as COLD HARD UNDENIABLE FACT the way christians treat the existence of god & heaven & hell
like now that i am older i know i was in fact traumatized by the culturally catholic beliefs my family held & forced on us all, but i am really immensely grateful that my child self looked at all the other aspects of christianity that would horrify most other children into behaving/conforming, and basically just went, "okay, source?"
and that was the end of that
#BLOGGING LOUDLY#okay source sounds so cringe ik but like#i really couldnt buy into any of it after a certain point#even though i almost found comfort in it! the idea of prayer was very much that for me the way it is for many ppl#i just literally could not believe something that didnt have proof i could see or touch#and when i was a bit older i did get hit with the 'well you cant SEE gravity but you believe in that'#but again immediately i was like... you can still prove gravity though. i learned it in seventh grade. LMAO#i dont know part of me is relieved i didnt feel the painful separation or conflict that so many others feel#but i am still kind of sad i couldnt just. be that way. and find a home somewhere#and that nothing else has really stood out to me except like non theistic satanism which also sounds. edgy teen boy#like it is a legitimate belief system and i feel closely aligned to it! but im still just kinda meh about using the label ... hrmm#perhaps need to look into the various kinds of satanism again#i tend to stay away from pagan stuff but its also something i found interesting#my partner seems very interested in becoming a jew despite not really... ever having been exposed to judaism or jewish cultures#but id like to learn more about it too i have many resources just kinda sitting....#idk i guess i started thinking about this bc actually studying other religions etc could be very fulfilling but i just....eh....
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I have a longing to be understood more than anything else i think
#someone very recently acknowledged something that usually goes unseen and it wasn't even that great of an acknowledgement but ive just been#staring at the messages every once in a while. its great. not really i sort of feel like a real weirdo#im very lonely. i cant say why but let it be known that i am very lonely#ok i have a question to those who lie their eyes upon this post: tell me what you know about me please?#so much lies in my social perception and i am just. not being perceived. at all. darn#i have a lot to cry about but morally i dont think i should-- specifics would mean being mean to the people i love#talking to anyone anymore just makes me feel horrible. doing anything anymore makes me feel horrible..tmbg has my back though ill live for#another.week or a few. and then my birthday will happen and rhen um#.Well. it sucks that sucks man. i dont want to disclose my age but to elaborate on why ACTUALLY HOLD ON#the thing i am about to say is not true; it is a metaphorical thing: it is my 21st birthday soon.#i decided that i wouldnt live past this age around 5 years ago and the only reason ive lived five years is being killed this year. i dont#think every thing ive been desperately clinging on to for the past 2 (?) years can keep me alive past then..i think im going to die. i have#to#NO MORE BEING A DOWNER#fox (vulpes vulpes) on the Internet for the first time#okay maybe a little more..i dont know who im talking to in this post. my friends do not read my tumblr and. i dont know anyone else.really.#uh#I'm listen to tmbg right now i love them#hey reader; i can only think of 3 people who see enough about me to check my blog. so i have separate questions for the each of you.#one of you likes (liked? school came in and i couldnt see your blog much past then; idk if its changed) tmbg. what do you think of The Else?#and uh you there... the guyyy. Google john flansburgh..i dont have a reason to this one ive just not been able to stop thinking about askin#you what you think of him.#um third person..... um#okay theres nothing iecan ask. i do want to apologize to you though: im sorry.#iThis is bullshit#im gonna delete this soon#Um also sorry if my wording here is. really wack. i tend to do that#i dont think anyones going to see this as is always#i think i just like talking to the hypothetical beast. yeah
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okay that break was shorter than...yeah idk i cant think of some dumb metaphor to go with this. it was a short break thats all really
#i like taking the social out of social media so when i start to witness bullshit discourse out of my little mutual bubble#it annoys the abolute fuck out of me#like i should not have to witness everyones takes that are so removed from the mark they are one the opposite corner of the page in which#the mark is#if you couldnt tell i just got bored#and i like talking to myself in this echo chamber of a blog (with an audience of about 3 at a time) because otherwise i talk to myself irl#and my sister is like dude why are you talking to yourself are you okay#okay now im just kind of rambling on#anyway. hi
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ghost looked at me like i was insane for joking i could fix gemma from soa
#idk what the fuck to call the person i live with who follows me here. you're ghost now deal with it (<being silly)#sorry you just don't understand toxic yuri. do i have to explain toxic yuri to you#i say like they even remember they have a blog here#i couldnt fix gemma but she could make me SO much worse . and im okay with that
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(eyes dite postdumblrly)
#blog archival#not a ref#man switching sonas after leaving this place kinda wack#i feel like the folks i knew here should know but... dumblr#SPEAKING OF DUMBLR IT LET ME PUT A COMMA IN A TAG FOR A SECOND WHAT#anyway#wow i love that word#considering i have an af now (and dont use this site anymore...) i dont think i need to#even if it feels a bit wrong to still have tooncat pinned when she aint me anymore#probably aint doing 76 desings by now by the way#just up for archival#but! i am still gonna (try to) hold myself accountable for those#i think my lil guys deserve to be realized#(even if yall wont get to see it)#(.okay i couldnt resist quoting that line. consider how i am.#)#ah didnt mean to do that#oh well!
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puta que pariu eu vou estrangular essa professora.!!!!!! eu juro.!.!!!!
a mulher vem e fala na reunião. "pode ir embora quando quiser, eu só tô aqui por causa de vocês!!!" aí eu vou embora em um horário que fica legal pra eu conseguir ir no meu curso de inglês e descansar um pouco. poggers!! tudo de boa!!! feliz e contente!!!
até que no dia seguinte o que faz a professora? me procura no app de nosso Deus whatsapp me perguntando pq eu não fiz a inscrição pra olímpiadas. NÃO SEI, TALVEZ PQ VC TINHA DITO QUE JÁ TINHA CUIDADO DISSO E QUE EU NÃO PRECISAVA ME PREOCUPAR? TALVEZ PQ QUANDO EU SAÍ VC JÁ ESTAVA FELIZ FOFOCANDO COM OS OUTROS? OBVIAMENTE EU PENSEI QUE ESTAVA TUDO RESOLVIDO.
acabou que eu não vou fazer a olímpiadas de inglês por causa dessa professora incompetente do caralho. que lindo não é mesmo!!!
#vent#post in portuguese#i think this is my first one that doesnt have anything to do with music#just had to get this out my chest and couldnt find a way to say it in english#not like im forced to anyway this is my blog#i do whatever tf i want#okay#bye
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I'd be lying if i said this episode didn't contribute to me Gaining This New Thing.
#gaz gurgles#i promise this blogs not solely going to be This Show. once i figure out how to seek out the stuff i like it will diversify. anyway.#oh my favourite character gets fat(ter) during an episode. oh hes eating loads and getting big. ahu. ok.#and im NOT supposed to have a boaner???? okay. whatever man#BABYGIRL DONT LISTEN TO THE PAPPARAZI KEEP EATIN LETS GET YOU SOME SNACKS INBETWEEN MEALS#he looks great all the time as a fat man anyway he looks great in this episode too. im so glad he doesnt like.#go on a diet to deal w the insecurities being put on him by other ppl hes like hell no ive never missed a fucking meal in my life#AND HES SOOOOOO RIGHT FOR THAT. not just for This Kink reasons but in general too. fuck yea man#anyway he could get fatter. babygirl i'd feed you pizza all day you beautiful idiot i couldnt fix you but i could feed you good n proper#i already thought he looked hot and then they throw a whole episode in there where just as a side thing#hes bigger than usual and i get down on my knees and howl bc ow my penits
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I know 4:30AM is not the best time for, well, anything really, but I think I might've fucked up my poor stomach :( I was out of my acid reflux/ulcer medication for a few days and I've been having some serious stomach pain 😭 I'm hoping it goes away in a day or two now that I have my meds again... fingers crossed!!
#ive been regurgitating just water its been so bad i couldnt keep anything down 😭#i havent been officially diagnosed with GERD but i have like all the symptoms and take meds for it.#i just dont have any visible damage in my throat ._.#my poor poor tummy :( so much pain 😭#itll probably be a couple days for my meds to even out everything. im gonna be throwing up a little longer :( it really sucks.#im okay!!! just. The Symptoms. you know how it is ._.#batty blogging#text
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Hiya! Love ur blog! :3
Could you do Jax x Very sleepy Reader? Like at some point Reader ends up falling asleep on Jax lol. If not its very okay! Hope you can do it tho! Take care of yourself and have a good da / night! 🤗
Hiii!!!! It's a bit short, but i did my best!! <3
Jax x Sleepy! Reader
You were dozing off, Jax’s words nothing more that a distant buzz. This couch was so comfy… Your eyelids drooped and you leaned in- “Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?” You jolt, sitting upright once more, “Huh?”
“Of course not,” Jax rolls his eyes, “why would you? It’s not like we were having a conversation or anything.” You rub your eyes, yawning a bit, “Sorry… What were you saying?”
He snorts and starts again, something about the food being the same old same old. His voice was so soothing, you couldnt help but close your eyes… Youre slipping into rest once more, sighing happily.
“Are you kidding?!” Jax lightly smacks you, and your eyes only open slightly, “S’rry… keep goin… like your voice…” you mumbled. Jax’s face flushed pink, caught entirely off guard.
He sighed, reaching out and tugging you into his lap. You were surprised, but his lap made for a nice pillow. You hummed, smiling a bit as you scooted into a comfortable position.
Jax began to talk again, this time not really talking about anything in particular. Just gossip or useless fun facts that came to mind, all the while twirling your hair in his fingers.
Once he was sure you’d drifted off to sleep for real, this time, he mumbled under his breath, “You’re really adorable, you know? I like you a lot…”
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc x reader#jax#jax x reader#tadc jax#tadc jax x reader#the amazing digital circus jax
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help i have a crush and no guts to tell them. If convenient… some bruce wayne? Bruce is hotter. I am safer dreaming about fictional men than real ones. My crush miiiight know(im 20. WHY the heckkkkk do i even HAVE a crush). I made eye contact and immediately looked away. I literally couldnt be more suspicious. Im begging you to distract me.
Important note: i love love love your writing especially the other half. Which i know is over so im not asking for a continuation of that. But your bruce is enthralling. Also no pressure if youre not in a bruce writing mood.
listen
i hate to tell you/warn you
having a crush at 29 is just as if not more embarrassing. i sadly speak from experience
also what do you call it when Batman skips church
christian bale
"He's going to catch you."
"Catch me what? I'm not doing anything."
"You're staring."
"I am not staring," You insist, "I am...Looking in the direction of his vicinity."
"Well that vicinity is pretty narrow. Completely narrow. You're just looking at him, actually."
You pass a sidelong glance toward your best friend, eyes narrowing as she smiles sweetly at you.
"I'm just sayin'," She shrugs, "The more you stare at him, the more likely it is that he'll catch you."
"No way for him to catch me if there's nothing to catch—Oh, shit," You hurriedly whirl around as you see him twist toward you.
"I told you."
"Shut up!" You hiss. "Is he still looking?"
"Yep."
You groan, raising your drink to your lips and draining it. "I'm gonna go get another one. You wanna come?"
"I'm alright."
It's for the best, you decide. She was right, you've been way too blatant. But how many times are you going to be in the room with the Prince of Gotham, with the Bruce Wayne?
"Prosecco, please," You request, setting your empty glass down.
"It'll be a moment," The bartender warned. "We're waiting for a few bottles."
"Okay! No worries."
You're certain this is the only time that you would be in the same room as Wayne, so you may as well take a look, get your fill. There were whispers of him coming alone, instead of trotting out one of the models that he usually brings to these events. Maybe it was a last-minute acceptance, or he couldn't find anyone to come...Then again, you were certain that that was impossible. Hell, you'd cut off your right arm to say yes—Not that Bruce Wayne would ever ask you.
"Prosecco."
His voice makes you freeze, your eyes widening slightly as his sleeve brushes your arm.
"It'll be a moment, Mr. Wayne," The bartender frowns.
"S'alright."
You glance hesitantly toward him, offering a tight, flighty smile when you find him looking at you.
"Hi," He greets.
"Hi."
Oh god, what the hell is he doing, talking to you?
"Come here often?"
"...To the Natural History museum?" You flounder.
"Not exactly," He chuckles. "I meant to events like these."
"Oh—No. My friend had a plus one, so."
"Mm."
You nod. You should ask if he comes to many of these, right? But you know that he does—every appearance is highly publicized in the Gotham Gazette, US magazine, across gossip blogs and social media. Hell, you'd have to have been living under a rock to not know who he was.
But how can you ask questions without seeming like an ignorant simpleton or a weirdo? Will he think it's odd that you know he goes to these events? Will he think you're lying if you pretend to not know that he does?
You don't even know this man, so why does he make you so nervous?
"Flying solo on this one?"
It's out of your mouth before you can stop it, and—shit. You take in the way Bruce blinks, his lips tipping up with a small smile.
"I am. I accepted last-minute."
"No other way to spend your Friday night?"
"No other good way. It is for charity, after all."
"That's true," You smile. Oh, god look away now. Stop looking into his warm, dark eyes—Damn, how does he get you so hot with just a smile?
"Two proseccos." The two of you turn as the bartender speaks up, setting your drinks on the bar.
"Thanks."
"Thank you."
You take yours, ready to step away and say goodbye. You don't want to linger—but—
"Is your friend going to be missing you?" Bruce asks.
"Um..." You look around, spotting her speaking with one of her colleagues—one that you know she has a crush on. You huff a soft laughing, shaking your head. "No, definitely not."
"So she won't mind if I hold you up for a bit?"
Your heart leaps into your throat, brows creeping high.
"Hold me up? For what?"
"To talk, if you're interested." He holds his hand out for a shake. "Bruce Wayne."
And you can't keep it in anymore. He's introducing himself? You chuckle softly, shaking his hand.
"Yeah. I know."
#Bruce Wayne x Reader#Bruce Wayne x You#Bruce Wayne/Reader#Bruce Wayne/You#Bruce Wayne fic#Bruce Wayne imagine#asks#replies#anon
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Hey, hope this isnt too random, but i absolutely love your "lesbian picnic quilt" and ive been wanting to make a quilt for my partner and i out of old ties, but couldnt find the right design until i found your quilt. Would you maybe be okay with me making a quilt off of yours? I totally get it if you dont want to!!!
hi there! im not sure where you got the idea that you're not allowed to use quilting patterns you see other people use without their express permission, but quilting is a traditional craft, and a huge part of passing along traditional crafts is in repeating the projects of those who have done the craft before you. not only do you not have to ask my permission, i have no right whatsoever to tell you not to do it, and if i was angry at you for doing it, i would be the asshole in that situation, not you.
if you see a quilt you like, you can make one of your own. you can copy it down to the color choices. you can lift patterns from books and shops by screencap and photocopy. you can go to a quilt museum and take pictures and go home and do it yourself. imitation has, for most of human history, been the best way of doing things.
quilting is a magnificent artform with some of the most brilliant and skilled artists working in the field that i've ever seen, but it's also the practice of making cool blankets out of scrap fabric, and a lot of the core material and techniques have been done and redone by decades, if not centuries, of women. you are not a thief or an intruder in this art, you are the next set of hands in line. do what you want forever.
anyway the pattern i used i took off this blog:
the fabric i used was 2 charm packs of "Homemade Homespuns" by Kansas Troubles Quilters for Moda Fabrics, which was a 2021 run that is unfortunately hard to source now because the pattern was woven right into the cotton and im gay for that.
but for a tie quilt, you should be alright sewing the fabric edge to edge then squaring it up into 5" or 6" blocks for the nine patches.
good luck!
#art#craft#quilting#you can't steal what should be free#whatever space you're in that taught you to be this scared of doing traditional art in a traditional way can suck it
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