#I hate shopping I hate everything

[i-may-be-an-emu]

I hate clothes so much

[ianthedebonair]

i am not immune to sidestep hg sibling au

The truth of his actual relationship with HG is kept secret and is only privy to Jake and Nocturne. Same old broody yearner, but his brother makes him put up an act of an affable and charismatic lieutenant to get in the good graces of their accomplices and keep them in check.

He makes sure his brother's threads' integrity remain intact for threaded individuals, and tempts unthreaded ones with ideas of sedition/treachery/etc. to test their loyalty and dealing with them properly if they fail.

I'm imagining a rivalry of sorts for HG's favor between him and Jake with some underlying sexual tension (flirting on each other to get on each others' nerves, the works). HG finds it amusing but, ultimately, it doesn't really go anywhere (Jake's threads makes sure of that).

Damien himself has grown tired of the his life and wanted to break free, but it went horribly wrong the first—and last—time he tried* almost a decade ago. He's practically resigned to his fate until he meets Charge once more who thought he was legitimately planning to betray HG and proposes a partnership between them.

*sidestep days (never showed his face); heartbreak; kidnapped by the farm; eventually escaped and found by HG

(idrk where i'm going with this i just wanted to draw wearing something fancier than a pair of jeans lol)

[shalom-iamcominghome]

If you're in need of judaica, you can not sleep on going to thrift, antique, and consignment stores. There are some things you just won't be able to thrift, but going to these stores has given me pretty much every bit of judaica that supports me. I feel like it's a great good luck omen to get these things that are (often) older than you - it's magical.

Anyway, I just got a bread box for my challah and shabbos candlesticks - almost everything in the background was also received secondhand, too!

[pixelatedraindrops]

They’re together now 💜💙

Thank you @tukimi-no-tango ✨

[littleshopofhorrors-confessions]

Hot take Christian Borle Orin isn't that good

He sounds so. Bored :(

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[multifandomhoodies]

anyone else hate long distance relationships and lack of consistent feelings on their part

[tytonidyke]

My current job is seasonal just below full-time and ends Dec 31st, with my hours being cut down starting in November. My boss recommended that I apply for the office manager position a couple towns over which is up to a $5/hr pay increase but also a lot more responsibility, and I’d have to move. I don’t want to throw away the progress I’ve made here but this organization also has its fair share of problems and I’ve never had an office manager position before.. kinda freaking out because this is my shot at moving up the ladder and getting out of my parents house. Also idk if they want me to finish my term here or start the new position asap, in which case I’d have to commute back to my current location to finish up some craft fair responsibilities. I’m afraid to make a mistake and stretch myself too thin, or to let this opportunity pass me by.

[tautozhone]

can argue to death with me about how age restrictions on youtube are necessary but i will be DAMNED before i say Hinds Hall deserved to be age restricted. average american child on youtube can listen to H*rbu D*rbu (censoring in hopes to avoid algorithm engagement with the song) which is IOF praising genocidal propaganda, and- big fucking shocker- its not age restricted. i’m 100% sure the only reason Hind’s Hall was restricted was to deliberately suppress and avoid the spread of the song.

[theblackrook]

The air in the back of the flower shop was thick with the earthy scent of soil and the faint, sweet aroma of blooms. Light filtered through the single high window, casting warm golden streaks over the workbenches and walls. Davout worked methodically, his steady hands carefully transferring love-in-a-mist into terracotta pots, patting the soil down around the delicate stems. Each movement was measured, precise, and practiced.

On the other side of the room, Murat was hunched over a bouquet in progress, his lips pressed into a determined line. The table before him was a chaotic display of blossoms, white poppies with their silky, papery petals; sprigs of laurestine; clusters of pale primroses; and a single peach blossom resting at the edge of the arrangement. Murat's brows were furrowed deeply, his fingers dancing over the stems as if the fate of the world hinged on their placement.

Davout finished with the love-in-a-mist, brushing soil off his hands and onto his apron. Straightening, he glanced across the room. His sharp gaze softened as it landed on Murat, his partner so consumed by his work that he seemed a different man entirely; subdued, almost fragile, as he stared at the bouquet with quiet unease.

"Murat," Davout called gently, not wanting to startle him. He took a step closer. "Are you alright?"

Murat barely glanced up, his usual vibrant energy muted. "I don't know.. I'm not sure if it looks good enough," he muttered, his voice low and edged with uncharacteristic doubt. His eyes flicked back to the bouquet, scanning the interplay of white and soft pinks, his hand hesitating over the peach blossom that sat apart from the rest.

Davout watched him for a moment, considering the arrangement and then Murat's expression. The subtle slump of his shoulders, the way he gently tapped his finger against the table— it was rare to see him like this. Murat's flamboyance and confidence were like a second skin, yet here he was, vulnerable in a way Davout didn't often get to see. Murat glanced over his shoulder at Davout momentarily. "It has to be perfect," he insisted, a faint quaver in his tone.

Wordlessly, Davout's gaze drifted back to his own bench, to the freshly potted plants. His eyes lingered on the yellow carnations for a moment before he moved on. Instead, he selected a stem of ambrosia and a sprig of arnica, finding that their textures and colors complimented the bouquet's softness.

He crossed the room with quiet footsteps, tucking the ambrosia into the arrangement with practiced ease, its delicate blossoms filling a subtle gap. The arnica followed, its golden hues bringing warmth to the cooler tones of the laurestine and primroses. Davout adjusted the stems slightly before using his free hand to brush a stray lock of hair from Murat's face. "You're overthinking," Davout said gently, "It's beautiful."

Murat's eyes scanned the bouquet, lingering on the new additions. Slowly, his furrowed brow relaxed, and the tightness in his shoulders eased. He looked up at Davout, a faint, sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You always know how to fix things," Murat murmured, his voice soft, almost teasing but filled with affection.

Davout leaned closer, his steady hands finding Murat's jaw, his calloused fingertips warm against Murat’s skin. He tilted Murat's face up slightly, his thumb brushing over the curve of his cheekbone. "Only when it's you," Davout said quietly, his words carrying an intimacy that needed no further explanation.

For a moment, The bouquet lay forgotten on the table between them. The warm, muted light of the shop seemed to fade into the background as the world shrank down to the two of them. Murat slowly moved his hand over Davout's, fingers brushing against the rough skin before settling. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if savoring the warmth of Davout's hand against his own. Davout, still cupping Murat's jaw, tilted his head slightly, leaning in to close the small gap between them. His breath warmed Murat's face, and their lips met.

[bibleofficial]

i’m not crazy abt youtubers but like the 1 person that i just SEE & UNDERSTAND like 🤝 is drew gooden & its for the sole reason that he will Always find a way to feature runescape in a video, be it explicitly talking about osrs or slipping in a song from the soundtrack as background music

[cranberrymoons]

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[passivenovember]

do you ever just. read other people's work and realize that your writing is shit? because that's where I'm at right now and it's debilitating.

not to be dramatic. i need desperately to get out of my own head.

[leafmealonetodecay]

do you think I can live off of monster energy and the handful of blackberries I collect on the walk to and from school?

[mishkakagehishka]

Sometimes i scroll thru a bunch of hate comments on an insta post trying to find at least one person saying that all the hate is insane but instead i just feel like i'm the one who's gone mad

[miaoqing]

binghe is literally just whiny, dramatic, and lazy. like. the abyss is a BREEZE compared to going grocery shopping

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

tomorrow is my first day back to work and I'm a lil nervous

I haven't been able to get anything written for here bc I've been trying to get a couple other things written (updating my Bill Cipher redemption fic and starting a Gyutaro x reader x Daki because I make poor life choices)

but I'm on light duty for a month, basically just sitting at the register checking people out, unable to do any stocking or anything bc I'm not allowed to lift anything over 15 pounds so I can't lift totes, bend much, or reach much, so I'm allowed to bring something to do in between customers... maybe I'll get some writing done? I feel as if I'll be slacking off bc that's how my brain works

but you know what, I kill myself for that store normally, I don't work full time simply because I can't afford medical insurance if I did, but even working only part time I give my all while I'm there, I'm not someone who slacks off. so if I'm healthfully and approvedly permitted to slack off and take it easy for a month, I guess I'll take it (... plus, I mean, I'll still be working, just light duty, it's not like I'll show up and get paid to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, I'm still gonna be ringing out customers)

ANYWAY MY POINT IS-

get those last requests in! after I get home from work tomorrow, I'll be closing the askbox and won't open it back up till this batch is finished and I swear I mean that this time 😂