#IN THE MIDDLE OF HER LIVING ROOM

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I write fragile on a dozen boxes salvaged from recycling I forgot to take out before I knew I was moving and my hand shakes even more each time. The lines bleed off the box corners and into me. I'm fragile, you see.

[bookinit02]

realizing i do this thing that i really really hate which is when i’m originally super excited about something but the default reaction is something negative i’ll eventually just start spouting off a million disclaimers every time i bring it up. like yeah i’m majoring in creative writing haha don’t worry i know i’m never gonna make any money haha i’m definitely going to just get a practical job and publish on the side maybe if i’m lucky!! like NO bitch have some confidence in yourself😭😭 goddamn i’m such a pushover

[kazoosandfannypacks]

This holiday season, I am BEGGING you guys to be aware of and kind to the guests at your house who are afraid of /uncomfortable around / allergic to animals.

[astralfortune]

You know, without context O has a lot of semi possessive/territorial seeming qualities.

I say semi and seeming because I feel like context gives it a lot more nuance.

I’m from a big family too (one of six kids, and don’t even get me started on extended family) and like O doesn’t really come off like a traditional possessive/territorial lover to me and I think it’s because they’re from a big family too.

Like you never get to have anything to yourself in a big family, especially if you’re not the youngest.

No space, privacy, clothes will definitely become hand me downs (there is something sad about both having your clothes handed down and receiving them sometimes, sometimes it’s nice. Very mixed bag experience) or your siblings will nab/borrow without permission. I shared a room until I was 16 I think (and I only got my own because my two older siblings had moved out and made room and so me and the 10 year old both got our own rooms at the same time). Like basically 90% of everything is communal (I think hygiene product wise the only thing that was sacred were toothbrushes, but only in the sharing way because my mom has definitely bleached my toothbrush to clean grout, trashed it and then not told me she assassinated my toothbrush), and often times if you’re an older sibling you become apart of the child rearing process even as you’re experiencing getting parented as well. And also I feel like parents with a lot of kids get so stressed that they really drum in the importance of sharing or any sort of golden rule or manners that emphasize mild manneredness (or maybe this is just an immigrant family thing?), even in scenarios where you absolutely shouldn’t have to (i.e. things you bought with your own money, clothes when your siblings literally have more clothes than you, etc.’) because it makes their life easier. A very much, “share your hoodie with your sister so she’ll stop complaining” situation (and it’s hard to be mad at them about it when like, it’s not malicious they are just juggling a lot). As I kid I often felt like the only thing that was truly mine were my secrets because sometimes punishments would be communal, so half the time those weren’t even mine! So like, to me, I can definitely relate to this almost zealous need to have things that are just yours. Finding your own space, having your own things, rules, and your own relationships becomes an almost religious experience, a gaping sort of need at your middle that sometimes conflicts with the ache of feeling too lonely when things are too quiet, when a younger sibling isn’t around to annoy you, or how your life doesn’t feel as lively when your mom isn’t bursting into your room without knocking (it’s not about missing the lack of autonomy, it’s just you miss them and these things remind you of them and you don’t know how to separate them from their bad habits so you miss them just as much as they drive you to insanity).

Yesssss you get it. You've worded it so beautifully.

O's on their own for the first time. They're experiencing things for the first time without having to worry about their siblings. No need to make sure it's child friendly, no need to split things evenly between them all. It's freeing yet also terrifying. Don't get them wrong, they love caring for their siblings, they dote on them endlessly. And they love taking care of Fortune as well. It's just a part of their nature. But they also love just... having things. They have their own friends, their own space, goals they can achieve and truly call their own.

It's why they revel in being the youngest now. They can act spoiled and get away with things they never have before. But some things stay the same. They know their leader is capable, but they can easily see where they stumble when watching over the group. They'll try to help them out, but how much is too much? It's hard to break bad habits and not take complete control over a situation. It's why they act more childishly than they actually are, to keep themselves from going too far. And why they also prefer to support the group from behind the scenes to make up for their leader's lack of experience.

And then they fall for the manager. And for the first time... they don't want to share. Not with their siblings or with Fortune. This strange burning feeling in their stomach telling them to keep the manager close, away from anything that might steal their attention away from O. They see how stressed and tired the manager is, and it sparks that older sibling instinct in them. They now have an outlet to release all the old habits they've buried down deep. They'll charm the manager while also become more overbearing about their well-being.

They're so selfless yet so greedy.

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Help! I’ve fallen for a rarepair from a show that ended 6 years 1 month and 7 days ago!

And by rarepair I mean there is one singular fic about them where they’re not a side ship or in a collection of smut drabbles

[puppppppppy]

food review!!!!!

[fbwzoo]

Seeing your post about Emma's progress reminds me of my partner's dog's own growth. Last week we had 3 strangers and their 2 service dogs in the house and he walked out a couple times but hung back in his safety area. He didn't shake either! And when the dogs weren't near he let my friends pet him!! (Like within an hour of them being at my house) This coming from a dog that took me 3 years just to pet him.

That's amazing!!!! That sounds like seriously fantastic progress, and I'm so happy for you both & your pup. 💙 It's so freaking rewarding to watch how time & space & consistency all help them feel safe. It feels like so little, but it makes such a difference. And they're so very worth it! Please give your partner's dog a treat from me & tell him I'm so proud of him too, and thank you for sharing! I love seeing stories like this, it's my favorite part of the fearful dog group I'm in on fb too.

[lexa-griffins]

Farm Lexa has this hand bound book she made back when she was around sixteen. She made it to keep her pressed flowers. The very first page has pressed daisies and a date below them followed by a happy scribble, "Clarke asked me on a date."

The dandelion Clarke put in her hair after their first kiss. A black eyed susan they picked after their first time as they walked around the run down farm.

The petals of the deep red roses Clarke gifted Lexa the day they decided to get engaged.

One of each of the flowers Lexa walked down the aisle with. One of each of the flowers from Clarke's bouquet.

The english primrose that popped up in Lexa's garden not long after little Madi laughed for the first time.

The Lilly of the Valley a baby Saige found fascinating because fairies lived in them.

The poppies the twins ended up ripping from her garden because it matched their hair.

The small piece of baby's breath that showed up around the tree where they buried their baby soon after Lexa stepped out of her grief.

The sunflower petals that remind her of Clarke and their little sunshine boy Aden.

Every wild flower the kids offered her. At least one petal from the bouquets Clarke got her. Her favorite flowers from her garden. The ones she found on walks. All dated, all with a note on why they made her smile.

[dockaspbrak]

made a house i lived in growing up that was huge and full of moths and roaches

[gobbluthbutagirl]

packing for my trip this week and i’m like when was the last time i actually went on a vacation that involved a flight…well it was 19 years ago. and 19 years ago i was 7 so i’m sure i was only minimally involved in the packing process

[psychoticwillgraham]

i've seen lots of southern gothic hannigram fics, but i kinda wanna do a midwestern gothic one bc midwestern gothic is absolutely a thing and i can tell you that first hand. like the dead serious warnings to never EVER go into a cornfield at night and just stay inside and the whole 'small, cheerful tourist trap river town turns out to actually have horrible secrets and be haunted as fuck' (basing that one off of my hometown and the place i currently live), and just. mississippi river horror as i'd like to call it. like being on one of the last steamboats out there, in the middle of the river away from society for a bit, thinking you see things in the river and on the tiny islands dotting the river, shit like that. like farmland horror yknow? and the haunted backwoods roads.

y'know, all that and more. bc i dont think i've ever seen a fic with that theme in ANY fandom i've ever been in and we need more creepy midwestern legend representation imo

[perilegs]

i'm nowhere near finished with my laundry hell build but i decided to take an old laundromat turned home approach to it and honestly, it's starting to look pretty cute already!

[softest-butch]

butternut the day we adopted her vs butternut on her way to the vets this week

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

what if i-

best friend clears her whole schedule before she even reads where

-Love is your second nature, love is your language. Love! or whatever that one uquiz said about me

[novelconcepts]

Told my wife about the “if you bump the speed on Hozier records, he turns into Dolly Parton” effect, and now I fear it’s the only way she’ll let us listen to him.

[its-elvie-innit]

hinamatsuri is so good oh my gosh