#Anyway I should been sleeping right now...

[sorenphelps]

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!"

The Bodyguard AU is slowly coming to an end, but don't worry, there's still so much to come! Now we're picking up right after this ficlet written by @goldenlionprince. This is one of my favourite piece of artwork I did in a while, and I even tried to write again! It's about 1.1K words below! Also as usual, tagging @neverenoughmarauders, @lovelymasks & @diamondmeadow!

Waking up is usually a jarring experience for Sirius, mostly because he almost never lets himself sleep too deeply, unable to shake the strange urgency to always be alert. He’s always been restless, his mind awake and racing with thoughts that just won’t quiet down, haunting him with dreams. He could train his body to endure almost anything, a crazy sleep schedule (or lack thereof) at this point is business as usual. The ever lingering tiredness is a little price to be paid to avoid the nightmares. Sirius has never thought that he would ever reach the point where his whole being just shuts down from exhaustion, but apparently even his extreme resilience has its limits. Waking up this time feels like emerging from a soft, comforting fog. His body feels heavy, yet somewhat... relaxed? There's a sense of warmth and coziness around him. Maybe he is still dreaming? This must be the nicest dream he had in a long time, he doesn’t want to wake up from it. He opens his eyes anyways. It takes him a few seconds to register what he sees: A man with the wildest hair laying on top of him, the golden glow of sunlight dancing across his tanned skin. The sunlight seems to embrace him in an almost ethereal way, bringing a vibrant energy to his presence, as if he’s one with the warmth of the day. It is the most beautiful thing Sirius has ever seen. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” he greets him gently. Sirius is sure he is definitely still dreaming. He feels fuzzy and confused, his brain taking too long to catch up with the situation. James snuggles closer. “Are you awake yet or you need a true love’s kiss for that?”

He drifted off to sleep again not even halfway in listening to James’ brief summary. The events of the previous few days really took a toll on him, trying to process what has happened and what he has done left him feeling physically and emotionally drained. James being there, with him, makes him both extremely happy and utterly nervous. He is relieved that James is alive, that he was not too late to rescue him, because James is his everything. He doesn’t even feel any remorse over the lives he took, he’d massacre many more again in a heartbeat if it can keep James safe, because that is all that matters. Maybe this overwhelming devotion is not healthy. Maybe he should feel at least a little bad about all the killings. Maybe that’s all he really is, a murderer, motivated by love, but still a murderer. Maybe the Grim is his true nature, that’s why he couldn’t shake it off however hard he tried.

He looks at the nightstand, the flash drive is still on it, untouched. James hasn’t checked it out yet, which makes Sirius tense and jittery like he’s sitting on a ticking bomb. If only it was a bomb instead, that he could handle. The uncertainty of James’ opinion about him, not so much. The last time he went berserk in front of his loved one ended his relationship. And Remus was trained to stomach the violence, and knew him for ages. What should he even expect from James? He helped him clean up, and he seemed all right, chatty and relaxed as usual when they woke up in the morning, and he is still in his apartment... What if he thinks he is held hostage? Or if he is scared of him? He knows he’s spiraling again and at the verge of another breakdown, but he is too mentally exhausted to stop the self-doubt and negative thoughts sneaking in his mind. He needs to do something, anything. His head might be numb now, but he can push his body to move past the fear.

He gets up and walks to his wardrobe to find clean clothes. He puts on underwear and one of his gun holsters with a spare gun. The thought of being armed somehow calms his nerves.

He finds James in the kitchen, squatting in front of the oven. He is wearing an old, faded purple coloured and quite worn-down T-shirt, the dinosaur printed on it barely visible anymore. It is one of Sirius’ most prized possessions, a rare memento from his past. The sight immediately starts to warm his heart.

“Hey, you up? I borrowed some of your clothes, I hope you don’t mind.” James says smiling, when he notices him. “Your food stock desperately needs an upgrade, there’s only canned and frozen food here, it is the saddest fridge and kitchen cabinet that I’ve ever seen! How can you live like this, like a barbarian?!”

“Maybe because I am one...” He can feel the bad thoughts creeping in again. “Aren’t you... afraid of me?”

“Should I? I mean the state of your fridge really is scary, and I am a little concerned about the diet you probably followed before me, but otherwise...”

“I’m serious, James, I need to know if... If you are still just shocked and coping with all the crazy shit by pretending they don’t exist or... I mean, you were kidnapped and forced to do and see some fucked up stuff, you actually shot someone, it’s traumatizing, and now you are at this unfamiliar place of practically a total stranger you witnessed brutally murdering two dozen people...”

“There’s certainly a lot to unpack, but I’m fine and you are not a stranger.”

“Well, technically I am still a serial killer and you don’t even know my real name... You haven’t checked the flash drive.”

“Because I don’t care. You came to save me, even after you were not obligated to do so, that’s more than enough for me. Whatever is on that flash drive and however hard you try to convince me that you are too dark or broken or unhinged, it can’t change how I feel about you. I love you, no matter what.” Sirius is speechless. James takes out a tray of dino nuggets from the oven. “Besides, I already figured out your initials, Sleeping Beauty. You’ve slept for almost a full day.”

“It’s actually Sirius. My real name, I mean, is Sirius Black.”

He looks at James, the problematic IT guy Remus had referred to him as a client not even a year ago, who has managed to completely turn his life upside down. He feels his heart-beat rising, stomach twisting, his senses heightened, his brain focused and dizzy at the same time. The feeling is similar to how he feels when he fights, fuelled by adrenaline, except it is better, warmer. “I love you too.”

[munsonsmixtapes]

Hii can I request buck x reader like each other but they’re both in denial and the ppl they’re around can see it and it could be a smut if you want

I eat this trope up so thank you for this request! I haven't written for Buck in a a hot minute, so please be gentle with me!

You and Buck are just friends, at least that's what two of you think. Everyone else, however? Not so much. you're not sure why they all seem to think that there's something else going on. Something romantic. You don't want to believe that there could be anything more because as much as you make like him, love him, even, you've only ever been just friends.

Buck doesn't want to believe that there's anything there either. But that's mostly because of his abandonment issues and he can't stand yet another person leaving him when things inevitably crash and burn. He doesn't want to believe that there's something going on between the two of you because he's afraid. He puts himself in danger every day for his job but starting something with you is the thing he's most afraid of.

No matter how many times you vocally deny the possibility of anything happening between the two of you, nobody seems to believe you. they just laugh it off and tell you that it'll take time. they even have a bet going to see who breaks first.

Even though you refuse to see it, you can understand why they all would think that you're a couple. Buck spends more time at your apartment than at his own place and you even sleep in the same bed, cuddled up in each other's arms. You put each other down as emergency contacts and you even sit in his lap when there are plenty of empty chairs. But you still don't like Buck like that. You can't.

You've been burned too many times and you refuse to let someone in only for it to go up in flames yet again. You have a history of getting scared and leaving when things get too serious and you just can't do that to Buck. You just can't.

Bobby and Athena's backyard is all decorated for your birthday because of course they insisted on celebrating you. There's a table piled high with presents and everyone who you could ever care about is there, all sitting at the table, passing around a bowl filled with your favorite dish. Even though they all knew Buck first, they've all welcomed you into the group no problem and now consider you one of their own.

Buck is to your left, the two of you giggling to each other, in your own world as usual. and no one seems to be bothered by it either. They all just exchange knowing glances with each other, hoping this will be the night where the two of you finally realize that you're in love with each other.

He's dangerously close, whispering things into your ear and being able to smell his cologne is making you dizzy, wanting to curl yourself into him and be wrapped up in his arms for the rest of the night.

He thinks you look beautiful (well, he always thinks that) he wonders what you'd do if he tried to kiss you. He wants to so badly, but he doesn't exactly want to do so with all of his closer friends present.

"Should we do gifts or cake next?" Bobby asks, pulling you out of your little world. Your head snaps in his direction, wanting to give him his full attention.

"Gifts," Buck replies and everyone laughs in response.

"Buck, maybe you should let y/n decide," Athena tells him, taking on her motherly role and you wave it off.

"Gifts is fine," you nod. It was what you were going to choose anyway and considering that Buck was so quick to answer, you just know that whatever he got you is going to be good.

Gift giving is Buck's specialty. every year, he's somehow managed to top the previous one. He knows you so well and somehow is always able to get you things you didn't even know you wanted. He always puts so much thought and love into each one the only way he knows how.

"And you're going to open his first which is going to make all of us look bad in comparison," Eddie pipes up from the right of you with a roll of his eyes and everyone nods in agreement. Buck doesn't even know what everyone else got you, but what he does know is that his gift is superior. Which is why he tells you to open his last, so you do.

It's an envelope that has your name scrawled across the front in his familiar handwriting. You open it and there's a card that just has a generic "happy birthday" written on the front. Inside the card, however, he's written a lengthy letter that takes up both sides of the card accompanied by a folded up piece of paper that have a photo of your favorite band and the name of the tour they're going on this summer. He got you concert tickets.

As soon as you realize what it is, you throw yourself into his arms and he's quick to catch you, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly as you bury your faces into each other's shoulders. Once you pull away, you still stay there, staring at each other with nothing but love in your eyes.

"I thought maybe it could be a date?" He asks and you smiled widely, the both of you tossing your insecurities aside and deciding to just go for it. This isn't something you can avoid any longer, the feelings too palpable now to ignore.

"I thought you'd never ask," you reply, pulling him into a kiss. He gasps into your mouth at first, but is quick to melt into you, his slip slotting between yours. Yeah, you think it's safe to say that this has been the best birthday ever.

[paladin--strait]

Prompt 15 with Marino?

guys? - john marino

the floorboards creak beneath me as i silently walk back to my bedroom, some lights in the lake house are still on, but those people won't raise any questions as to where i'm coming from. my room is right across from jack and luke's, so my steps have to be even quieter.

just as i'm opening my door, i hear a door open behind me. i take a deep breath, hearing jacks voice behind me. "hey, why are you up?" he asks and i look back, his brows furrowed and his head tilted in confusion.

"just went to get some water, don't worry." i say with a lighthearted laugh.

"then where is it?" he asks, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorframe, cocking a brow. luke comes in view behind him, wondering what's going on.

"i didn't bring it with me, i just got some and put my cup in the sink." i save it, taking a deep breath. "you act like i'm having some secret relationship and i'm sneaking back in."

except that really is what's happening. john's been sneaking me in his room for the past four nights, pulling me into his arms under his comforter, the bed warm and covered in his scent. sometimes he'll let me sleep, and sometimes we just talk quietly.

"okay, i believe you." jack says, telling me goodnight and retreating back into his room.

-

luckily, that hasn't happened again for a few days, though i have been more careful now. tomorrow is john's last day at the lake house before he leaves to go home and see his parents, so obviously i'm gonna spend a little more time with him tonight than usual.

i'm not sure how, but john and i have managed to keep our relationship a secret for five months, the sneaky facetimes and text messages going right over my brothers heads.

although, i did try to break the news to them once. i told them i had a boyfriend, but not who it was. obviously, they freaked out. so a few days later, i told them we broke off our relationship and we're no longer seeing each other. i hate lying to jack and luke, but john and i just don't know how to tell them.

anyways, i'm laying in john's bed now, his arm around my shoulder as i'm tucked into his side. there's a movie playing on the television, the volume set low so we can talk. his hand plays with my hair, twisting it and wrapping it around his fingers.

i feel his chest rise and fall as he sighs, his voice cutting through the quiet room. "i can't believe i'm leaving tomorrow...i'm gonna miss you, more than you'll ever know."

i smile softly, my eyes dropping with the weight of tiredness. "i'm gonna miss you too. i'm just glad we've been able to spend some kind of alone time while we were both here, even it was just for a few hours."

he chuckles at my words, leaning in to peck my forehead. "me too. i'm gonna facetime you and call you and text you everyday, you know? you better let me know when the guys go to sleep so we can call."

a nod comes from me, along with a yawn. "i will, don't worry."

"you should get some sleep, i'll wake you up later." john whispers, his soft voice almost instantly putting me to sleep as he tells me some stories about the team back in utah.

all is well as i sleep in his arms, until his eyes soon begin to droop as well. against his own will, john too, begins to fall asleep.

-

i wake up to the sun shining down on me, and a feeling of being watched. there's arms wrapped around me tight, and a face tucked in my neck. i gasp softly, john fell asleep. it's morning, all the guys will see me leave. maybe i can jump out the window?

i'm torn out of my thoughts of escape to banging on the door. i jump, hitting john to wake him up. "johnny! have you seen y/n? also, your ride is here!" it's luke, and i shake john more, his deep sleep not helping in the moment. "i'm coming in since you're not responding!"

my head whips to the opening door, luke's eyes widening in shock. "uhm, guys? what's going on here?" he asks, his arms crossing and brow cocking, and i can't help but think about how much he looks like jack right there.

"john...john...!" i whisper, smacking his arm. he finally wakes, sitting up slowly. he looks down at me, his curls a mess, his eyes red and droopy.

"what? why are you still here...?" he asks, yawning. i smack him again, my head gesturing to luke and now jack who are standing at the door. "oh, hey guys..." he laughs awkwardly, a head coming up to rub the back of his neck.

the room is silent for a moment, the tense awkwardness sensed so far into the lake house that it draws more people, ethan edwards and jamie drysdale making their way up to see what's going on. ethan's eyes widen when he sees us, and he backs away, pulling jamie with him.

jack pushes luke further into the room and shuts the door behind him. "you're lucky we like you." jack says, crossing his arms like luke. speaking of luke, he looks over at jack with both brows raised. "well, at least i like you." jack says, changing his mind from luke's expression.

"listen, i don't mind that you two are together. i had a feeling you two had something going on when i saw how excited you two were to see each other. but what i am upset about, is that you two hid it from us." luke says, breaking the silence.

i sigh, looking over at john then back at them. "i'm sorry. we were just worried about how you guys would react. especially you, luke. since john is your best friend, i was nervous you'd be upset with him."

"i'm sorry too, i feel the same way as y/n and i can assure you all i will take such good care of her." he says, grabbing my hand and holding it. "to be honest, you two can both hate me, but i'd still love y/n."

my eyes widen a bit, my head slowly turning to loom at him. "you love me...?" i whisper, my voice and expression full of surprise.

he nods with a smile, looking into my eyes. "i've loved you since the day i met you. you're kind and fun, always looking out for others and you're beautiful...you're just, you. and nobody could ever take your place." he looks back over at luke and jack, "so if you two want to hate me, then hate me. but you can't take me away from her."

john's voice is stern, standing his ground. jack and luke look at each other, like they're silently communicating with each other. jack nods, and luke nods too.

"okay, we're fine with you two being together. but absolutely no more secrets, got it?" jack states, wagging a finger at us. john and i nod, happy smiles on our faces. "also, john your uber has been here for like twenty minutes and i'm pretty sure he's left by now."

john sighs, "well, i'll have to call my mom and let her know i'll be a few more days."

"why? you can call another uber, you know?" i laugh, rubbing his knuckles with my thumb.

"i know, but i want to spend more time with you now that we're not a secret anymore. we finally don't have to hide."

"oh yuck!" luke says, leaving the room. jack follows, his loud laugh echoing down the hall. john and i laugh too, looking at each other.

it's quiet for a few minutes, then i break the silence. "john?"

"hmm?"

"i love you too." i smile, looking over at him instead of down at the blanket. he smiles, pecking my lips and pulling me in for a hug. we lay back on the bed, his arms wrapping around me.

the next few days are so much happier, less awkward and less stressful. everyone seems to have perked up since we finally got caught by jack and luke, with trevor claiming that he already knew. (he didn't.) i end up going back with john to his parents house, getting to meet his family and enjoy being with them too.

our lives have been so much better since we were finally able to tell people, our instagram posts and stories full of each other. it's a few weeks deep into the season, the devils and UHC are finally playing. the jersey i'm wearing is a mash of all of their numbers. one of the utah wags was able to make me one, excited for the mash up of colors and fan bases.

the diamond ring rests on my finger, shining under the arena lights. since i moved to utah with john, we've only grown closer in our time together. he proposed to me a few weeks ago, after winning a game and getting announced first star for his two goals.

john is the best fiancé i could ever ask for. he always takes care of me and our pets, always buying us gifts. my brothers are supportive of course, calling every day to make sure he was treating me right.

i couldn't ask for a better life. my fiancé is amazing, my brothers are awesome, the utah wags are so kind, and my mental health is at an all time high. all because of john.

[morningstar-the-king-himself]

Despite the nervousness he couldn't help but feel about finally coming clean to Charlie about their relationship, that night had been some of the soundest sleep he'd ever managed to have. Sated, fulfilled, and relaxed. No added substances of any kind from Ozzie or Bel to try and help him sleep better. Just...Alastor's attention and affection.

The morning came and felt far too real, but looking into Alastor's eyes he felt confident in his decision. Still nervous, but no doubt in him at all.

He nuzzled into Alastor's hold and felt comforted by Ombre's touch. "I will."

Whatever nerves he had momentarily disappeared as he smiled at seeing his daughter. He greeted her with a hug before taking a seat next to her.

He cleared his throat as he tried to figure out the words. Lucifer wasn't sure if Charlie noticed Ombre but Lucifer did and he was thankful for the presence. Even though he asked to begin this alone, he was glad for the reminder that he wasn't. And that was the point of this visit after all, right? That he wasn't alone anymore.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and forced a smile, "I...need to share an update with you. A bit of an important one. Special one! A serious one! Serious in the sense that...me being the king will make it a thing once it's public, but that's whatever. Though not exactly but I needed to tell you first and foremost-" He was rambling. A cold shadow squeeze of his hand helped him refocus. He smiled at Ombre, and maybe that was somewhat of a giveaway, but it was now or never anyway. "I'm dating someone! And I'm serious about him. Very...I...after you, I plan to inform the other Sins. Some it'll be more of a social thing and we were friends. Another is because it may technically fall under something the infernal court should be informed about."

"No, none of this was planned, but the spontaneous movements of our relationship are what made it so interesting to entertain and develop." He chuckled.

Alastor nodded in agreement to Lucifer's stance. "I believe it is in human nature to always want more or believe one's self to be worth more. I believe that even before the apple, we were selfish creatures." After all. Lilith never partook in the apple. Her downfall began because neither her nor Adam could stand to let the other "top" or "win". In fact, Alastor was fairly positive Lilith never truly loved the king and only saw him as an out and a source of power.

That was the only way he could justify her taking Charlie away from a man who loved them both so deeply, at least...

"You didn't mess up the garden. It was ruined from the start. Set up as a test, there was no way would pass. Only Adam and Lilith were told not to eat the apple, Eve was not, which is why she was so easy to persuade. Even if you didn't do that, even if Lilith had done as she was supposed to, they would have had to make their children fearful of the apple. Fear would rule them until one would wonder why they should fear it and partake anyway to prove their strength. It's curiosity. The apple gave us knowledge and free will. None of those are bad, I don't care what anyone says." He rolled his eyes, always finding the story ridiculous.

"If the apple is what brought darkness into the world, then why was the garden the only place safe of beasts?" He challenged to further prove his point.

"Enough about that." He decided. Alastor honestly hated religion, having been forced into religious schooling young and suffering abuse, but being in Hell made it more like history.

Lucifer's history.

"Charlie tomorrow, the Sins this weekend, and over broadcast the day after that." Alastor decided, agreeing to want to control the narrative.

━━☽☆☾━━

After the bath, Alastor got straight to work while cuddling the king, easily summoning minions to reschedule things for Lucifer, Charlie, and himself. Charlie was confused by the request to talk but agreed happily.

"Everything's going to be fine." Alastor assured Lucifer before the time to meet, cupping his face and stroking his cheeks gently. "I'll be right next door if you need me, and Ombre will be right here with you." He reminded, and the shadow chirped, nuzzling the king's shadow lovingly, grinning up to him. "Just let us know if you need us." He encouraged, kissing him lovingly before transporting away right as Charlie reached the door with Vaggie, opening it with a smile.

"Good morning dad~" She sung before entering the room and taking a seat. "So, uh...what did you want to talk about?" She asked nervously.

[soarelesiluna-ao3]

If you're up for it, can I request some Bojere cuddles? 🥹 Or just Bojere being cute!

HELL YEAH BOJERE!!!

FINALLY BOJERE 😭😭😭😭 now all I need is some Joker Out asks and some Luke Black x Filip Baloš and my life is complete /hj

My first ever rpf fanfic was a BoJere one back in 2023 when Tavastia 1 happened. You can read it right here (It's pure NSFW so be warned) if you're interested!

I'm happy to write something cute abt them yes yes 🥰 I might be a bit rusty bc it's been pretty long since I last wrote abt them but hey I can try!

This is set on the hypothetical "colder months" that didn't happen yet </3 come onnnn guys!!

Content under the cut!

"Here, I brought coffee."

Bojan sat down on the couch in his living room and placed both cups on the table. Sitting there was, unbelievably, Jere Pöyhönen in the flesh. The real one and not a dumb fantasy he had on nights where sleep escaped him like a mouse from a chasing cat. And he was there, drinking coffee with a blanket draped over his legs.

"Thank you", Jere smiled, lifting his cup as if to make a toast before taking a sip. "Strong one, this one. Very good."

"It's one of my special roasts. I get them at a coffee shop in Serbia when I travel", Bojan took his place right beside Jere. "We should go get coffee there sometime."

"We travel to Serbia just for coffee?" The Finn laughed at the idea. "Well if you say so, then must be good. They have like, good food too?"

"Yeah they do. They make good pastries. Though, are you sure you can drink coffee this strong? You know, your stomach and all."

"I take pill before coffee comes, so it's good. And if I get sick anyway, you take good care of me, right Bojan?"

The slovene couldn't help but stare at those big puppy eyes when he asked such a question, tilting his head like an actual dog. He looked adorable. That's the cutest look on Earth. Still, for some reason, he chose to play it cool. You know, as if Jere wasn't actually his boyfriend since 2023.

"Pff, of course I will, I'm the best nurse you'll ever meet. I have taken care of... Myself. And me. And some bloke called Bojan Cvjetićanin."

"I know that bloke!" A moment passes. "Heeey, don't talk about my boyfriend like that!"

"Okay, sorry!" The both of them were laughing at this point. Without realizing it, Bojan leaned his head over Jere's shoulder. And he pulled him closer by the waist in response.

"Cuddle with me, Bojan", he asked in a quiet voice. "Please?"

"Just because you asked so nicely", the singer replied, leaving his coffee mug by the table to hold on to his waist and hide a bit in his chest. "You're so warm..."

"If you like you can hug me forever and stay warm all winter", Jere's mug got placed right beside Bojan's. "Also, that mean you and I can't separate. You and I have stay forever together. Or well, in winter. All winter."

"I'd spend all my winters with you. And all my summers, springs and autumns."

That phrase seemed to move Jere's heart, because he didn't react for a solid moment. And when he did, it was to kiss the singer's forehead, trailing kisses down his nose until he reached his lips for a proper one. A heartfelt, soft kiss that could've lasted forever.

"Me too. I give my life for you if you ask", he smiled. "I love you, Pasi."

"And I love you too, Jerč. More than anything."

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[kindahoping4forever]

Pretend I gave this a hinged and appropriate caption

[mindriz]

So is a long winded text at 1am a good way of coming out to your parents?

[vhvrs]

so many hcs for viktor feel like hcs for akechi i either was kinda too nervous to talk abt or were things i only talked abt privately... grateful i had that springboard to finally just go for it on a character i wasnt totally embarrassed to talk abt like that so when i did get back to akechi, i lost any of the shame holding me back. sorry viktor u become akechi but worse thru me tho.

[claitea]

i wish pokemon would do more characters who betray you but at the same time if they did it wouldnt work anymore

the reason characters like dusknoir and volo are so cool to me is bc pokemon is about friendships! its about bonds and the strength you draw from relying on people and helping them in turn! so when a character suddenly reveals they've been using you it sucks so bad and it rules!!! volo esp is so cool rn bc unlike dusknoir, so far we haven't seen him turn a new leaf. dusknoir's story still ends in the companionship pokemon promotes but for volo its still up in the air what happened to him. but anyway point is, betrayal plots are so cool in pokemon's context i love it sm

[keeps-ache]

HEY

[mccleans]

tiptoeing on the edge of a panic attack at work

[slutdge]

Not to get deep here or anything but i really think i dont want to have a relationship with my sister anymore and ive been reflecting on that a lot. like sure she didnt abuse me or really do anything to directly traumatize me, but she voted against me having human rights because im queer, as well as voting for a party that wants to harm first nations people despite both of us being first nations i just.... i dont think i can forgive her for that. weve had laughs and good times together but i find myself unable to forgive her for her politics. i wouldn't tolerate bigotry from anyone else, i shouldnt tolerate it from someone just cause theyre family.

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[threnodians]

it’s official; i’ll be working 5:30-9:30pm instead of 6:30-9:30pm thursday-monday due to the fact that we have 6 momma dogs and 37 puppies between them all in addition to the 4 dogs i have to walk (6 right now because we have two dogs boarding with us unfortunately) which means that i should have time to clean everything thoroughly and it also means that i will be making about $680 instead of $578 each biweekly paycheck which isn’t a lot but it is significantly more than $0 per week and this job suits my schedule so so so much better than literally every single other job i have had and also i get paid for getting some puppy therapy

[electric-plants]

i pretty much always listen to instrumental music while writing and i keep a playlist of some of my favorite long compilations which works well and good until one of my three hour piano compilations ends and suddenly transitions to an intense soundtrack and scares me half to death because i was too focused to expect it